Spanking In A Relationship: Boyfriend Spanks Bad Girlfriend's Ass

This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18

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Defiant Girlfriend Challenges Older Partner at Café

The sun blazes on the pavement outside the café, where I sit at a small iron table, cradling an espresso. The sharp scent of roasted coffee blends with the sweet waft of Lily’s perfume—jasmine laced with vanilla.

My girlfriend, barely eighteen, lounges in her chair, legs crossed, a cheeky smirk curling her lips. Her black skirt, tight as a second skin, creeps up, baring smooth, sun-kissed thighs.

Blonde curls spill over her shoulders, and she flicks them aside with a dramatic pout. She knows she’s stunning, sweet, like a starlet in a fashion spread. Her firm, rounded ass strains the fabric as she shifts to sip her iced tea.

Lily thinks she can do anything. Most days, I indulge her. Today, she’s crossing a line.

“You’re so dull, Travis,” she teases, twirling her straw, her green eyes glinting with mischief. “Always stuck in your work. Can’t you spice things up?”

I arch a brow, sip my espresso, its bitterness coating my tongue. “Dull, huh? Maybe you need a lesson in manners, Lily.”

She cackles, a bright, tinkling sound that turns heads at nearby tables. “Manners? Oh, come on. You sound like my father.” She leans in, chin on her hand, winking. “What, you gonna spank me or something?”

Her words linger, sparking a mix of irritation and something deeper, primal. I lean back, pinning her with a steady, piercing look. “Careful, Lily. Keep it up, and when we’re home, I’ll bend you over my knee.”

She howls with laughter, head thrown back, curls bouncing. “Oh, Travis, you’re hilarious when you play tough.” She thinks it’s a game. She thinks she’s untouchable. But I catch the slight blush on her cheeks, the brief flicker in her gaze. Somewhere inside, she senses I’m serious.

Defiant Girlfriend Challenges Older Partner At Café

The afternoon stretches on, and Lily doesn’t let up. She jabs at me with playful barbs, batting her lashes at the waiter to see if I’ll flinch. Her movements are sleek, almost predatory, every gesture deliberate.

I keep my cool, but her café taunts loop in my mind. She thinks she’s above consequences. Tonight, I’ll show her otherwise.

We return home, the apartment door shutting with a soft click. Lily tosses her sneakers into the hallway, leaving them in a heap. Her skirt clings to her hips as she struts through the corridor, her perfume trailing like a tease.

I drop my keys on the sideboard, tension coiling in my shoulders. She hums a pop song, collapsing onto the living room couch, phone in hand. Her fingers dance across the screen, and she snickers at some video.

“Lily,” I say, my tone even but firm. She glances up, a sly grin spreading.

“What’s up, Travis? Gonna scold me now?” She sticks out her tongue, her smile impish and bold.

I step closer, my shoes tapping on the hardwood. “I warned you to ease off. You ignored me.”

She rolls her eyes, sprawling back, arms behind her head. “Oh, please. What’s your big plan? Ground me?” Her voice drips with mockery, but there’s a faint waver in her eyes. Doubt. She still bets I’m joking.

Strict Boyfriend Punishes Bad Girlfriend Over His Knee

I seize her wrist, yanking her up from the couch. She squeaks, caught between surprise and amusement. “Travis, what’s this?” Her voice is high, tinged with giggles, but her pupils widen.

I sit on the couch, pulling her across my lap in one fluid motion. She wriggles, her skirt hiking up, revealing a black thong that barely conceals her flawless ass.

Her skin shimmers in the soft glow of the living room lamp, a pale stripe showing where her bikini shielded her from the sun. The contrast between her bronzed skin and the lighter band is striking, almost hypnotic.

“Travis, stop it!” she snaps, her tone sharper. She kicks her legs, but I hold her steady, one hand pressing her back, the other gripping her thigh. Her skirt bunches higher, exposing her round, bare cheeks.

I hook my fingers into her thong, tugging it down in a single pull. She gasps, her body stiffening briefly before she squirms again.

“Cut it out, Travis! This is stupid!” Her voice cracks with indignation, but a nervous quiver betrays her. I ignore it. My hand hovers above her bare skin, warm and silky, the tan lines forming a delicate map. Then I swing down.

The first slap cracks against her right cheek. She yelps, more startled than hurt. Her legs flail, her hands scrabbling at the couch for grip. “Travis, quit it!” she cries, but I see her face redden—not just her skin.

I smack again, targeting her left cheek. Her skin flushes pink, the tan lines standing out vividly. She twists harder, curls whipping about, but I keep her pinned. My palm tingles, each slap’s sound ringing in the room, blending with her gasps and protests.

Spanking In A Relationship: Boyfriend Disciplines Girlfriend with Belt

“You think you’re untouchable,” I say, my voice low, resolute. “This is what happens when you don’t listen.” Another strike, firmer now.

Her cheeks tremble under my hand, the pink darkening to a glowing red. She whimpers, her voice breaking, her struggles fading. Her nails dig into the cushions, leaving faint marks in the fabric.

After several more spanks, I lift her from my lap, setting her on her feet. Her eyes glisten, her lower lip quivers, but she stays quiet. Her skirt hangs wrinkled around her hips, her thong abandoned on the floor.

I rise, unfastening my belt. The leather creaks as I pull it free from the loops. Her eyes widen, and she stumbles back, nearly tripping.

“Travis, please,” she murmurs, her voice soft, almost pleading. But there’s a glint in her eyes—not just fear. I gesture to the bedroom. “Go. On your hands and knees.”

She pauses, her chest heaving. Then she turns, walking slowly to the bedroom.

Her hips sway, her skirt slipping higher, baring her reddened ass. In the bedroom, she kneels on the bed, elbows braced on the mattress, back slightly arched. Her breaths come quick, her curls clinging to her damp forehead. I step behind her, the belt hanging loosely in my grip.

The first lash of leather snaps across her skin. She cries out, a sharp, piercing sound followed by a faint sob. Her cheeks quiver, the red deepening to a blazing hue. I strike again, controlled, the belt etching thin, scarlet lines.

She gasps, her fingers clutching the bedspread, nails sinking into the fabric. “Travis, it stings,” she whispers, but her hips shift, a subtle roll.

Spanked Young Woman Craves For More

I drop the belt, stepping closer. Her skin radiates heat as I glide my hand over her scorching ass.

This sexy little ass… So red now.

She trembles, a soft moan slipping out. “Please,” she breathes, her voice raw, urgent. “Travis, take me. Please.” She arches back, her slick pussy lips gleaming in the light, beckoning, insistent.

I let the belt fall, my fingers fumbling with my jeans. The zipper scrapes loudly in the hushed room. She kneels before me, hands and knees, her breaths rapid, her eyes flicking back over her shoulder, pleading, eager.