Watching Best Friend's Bare Bottom Spanking Over The Knee
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Young Woman's Embarrassing Spanking Punishment
I’m sitting on the soft carpet in Laura’s room, legs crossed, my fingers nervously digging into the fabric of my jeans. The room smells of vanilla candles and freshly washed laundry.
Laura, 18 years old, my best friend, kneels in front of her desk, her brown hair tied into a loose bun, a few strands falling into her face. Her body is a work of art—slim, toned, with curves that draw every gaze.
Her tight yoga pants cling to her thighs, accentuating the firm muscles shaped by years of volleyball training. Her white tank top rides up slightly, revealing a strip of tanned skin.
She chews on a pencil, staring into a math book, muttering something about quadratic equations. I smile. She’s so cute when she’s focused.
The door flies open. I flinch. Laura’s mother, Mrs. Huber, stands in the doorway. She’s tall, broad-shouldered, her presence filling the room. Her dark hair is pulled back tightly, her eyes blazing with anger.
She’s wearing a black blouse with the sleeves rolled up and jeans that emphasize her strong legs. Her hands are clenched into fists. “Laura!” her voice thunders.
Laura jumps, the pencil clattering onto the desk. “What’s this message from your teacher? You flunked the last test! Again!”
Laura swallows hard. Her hands tremble. “Mum, I… I studied,” she stammers. Her voice sounds thin, fragile. Mrs. Huber steps closer, the floorboards creaking under her steps.
“Studied? You call that studying? You’ve been hanging out with your friends instead of focusing on school!” Her voice cuts like a knife. I hold my breath, sinking deeper into the carpet, as if I could become invisible. My heart beats faster.
Hard Bare Ass Spanking Over Mum’s Knee
Laura shakes her head, her cheeks flushing. “That’s not true! I was here, I—”
“Enough!” Mrs. Huber interrupts. She grabs Laura’s arm, yanking her up. Laura stumbles, her bare feet scraping the floor.
“You’ll learn to take responsibility.” Her voice is cold, resolute. She sits on the desk chair, which creaks slightly under her weight. With a swift motion, she pulls Laura toward her. “Over my knee. Now.”
Laura freezes. Her eyes widen, a panicked glance darting to me. I stare back, unable to move. My throat is dry. “Mum, please… not in front of her,” Laura whispers. Her voice breaks.
Mrs. Huber snorts. “Maybe it’ll do you good if someone watches. Maybe then you’ll finally learn.” She grabs Laura’s hip, pulling her with a force that brooks no resistance over her knees.
Laura struggles briefly, her hands grasping at air, but Mrs. Huber holds her firmly, one hand on her back, the other on her hip.
I sit frozen. My pulse races. Laura lies across her mother’s knees, her face red with shame, her hands gripping the chair. Mrs. Huber grabs the waistband of Laura’s yoga pants.
With a yank, she pulls them down. The fabric slides over Laura’s hips, revealing a white lace panty that hugs her round ass tightly. I swallow hard. My gaze is glued to her, to the curve of her hips, to the smooth skin shimmering in the desk lamp’s light.
Mrs. Huber doesn’t hesitate. Her fingers hook into the panty’s waistband, pulling it down to Laura’s knees in one swift motion. Laura’s ass is now bare, plump, flawless, the skin pale and soft like porcelain.
Hard Smacks On Naughty Girl's Red Cheeks
“Mum, please!” Laura pleads. Her voice trembles, her legs kick. She tries to squirm, but Mrs. Huber presses her down firmly with one hand. “Hold still,” she commands.
Her hand rises, hovering for a moment. Then it comes down. A loud smack! echoes through the room. Laura gasps, her body jerking. The strike leaves a red mark on her right cheek, like a fleeting handprint.
My eyes widen. My breath catches. A hot shiver shoots through my body, pooling deep in my stomach.
Mrs. Huber strikes again. Smack! This time, she hits the left cheek. Laura whimpers, her fingers digging into the chair’s legs. “Mum, stop! It hurts!” Her voice is a high whimper, almost a sob.
Mrs. Huber ignores her. Her hand rises again, crashing down on Laura’s ass. Smack! Smack! Smack! The strikes come quickly, rhythmically, each one loud and sharp. Laura’s cheeks turn red, the skin glowing, growing hotter with each hit.
I watch her squirm, her legs twisting, her toes curling. Her hands desperately grasp for something to hold onto, but Mrs. Huber holds her unyieldingly.
I can’t look away. My hands tremble, I press them between my thighs, feeling the heat spreading inside me. My jeans suddenly feel tight, damp. I bite my lip, trying to control my breathing, but my heart pounds wildly.
Laura’s ass is now bright red, the skin shimmering as if it’s burning. Each strike makes her cheeks quiver, a faint jiggle that hypnotizes me. Mrs. Huber dominates the scene, her movements precise, powerful, her muscles flexing under her blouse.
She’s Laura’s mother, but in this moment, she seems like an unyielding goddess, in complete control. So hot!
Female Best Friend’s Sore Ass Punishment
“Please, Mum, I’ll do better, I promise!” Laura sobs. Her voice is hoarse, her cheeks wet with tears. She writhes, trying to break free, but Mrs. Huber presses her down harder.
“You’ll learn,” she says calmly, almost coldly. Her hand rises again, crashing down on Laura’s ass. Smack! Laura cries out, a high, desperate sound. Her cheeks are now deep red, almost purple in spots. The skin looks raw, sensitive, as if each further strike might tear it.
I stare at Laura’s ass, at the red curves trembling under each blow. My body reacts beyond my control.
My underwear is damp, a hot throbbing spreading between my legs. I press my thighs together, trying to suppress the feeling, but it grows stronger. My breathing quickens, becomes shallower. I’m ashamed, but I can’t look away.
This is the hottest moment of my life. Laura’s whimpers, the sharp strikes, the sight of her glowing cheeks—everything burns into my memory, setting my body ablaze.
After what feels like an eternity, maybe only minutes, Mrs. Huber stops. Her hand rests on Laura’s back as Laura sobs, her face buried in her arms. “Get up,” Mrs. Huber says sharply.
Laura slides off her knees, her yoga pants and panty still tangled around her ankles. She pulls them up hastily, wincing as the fabric grazes her sore ass. Her cheeks are wet, her eyes red.
Mrs. Huber stands, gives me a brief, piercing glance, then leaves the room without another word.
Stroking Young Woman’s Sore Red Butt
Laura sinks onto her bed, lying on her stomach, her hands covering her face. I scoot closer, my heart still pounding. “Laura?” I whisper. She sobs softly, turning her head toward me.
Her eyes are full of tears, but she manages a weak smile. “That was so embarrassing,” she murmurs. I sit beside her, cautiously placing a hand on her back.
“I’m sorry,” I say, though I don’t know why I’m apologizing. My fingers slide lower, gently brushing the fabric of her yoga pants where her ass is. She flinches slightly, then sighs.
“It burns so much,” she whispers. I nod, my hand moving on its own. I carefully push her pants down, revealing her red, hot ass. The skin feels warm, almost feverish.
I stroke gently, my fingers trembling. Laura sighs again, this time deeper, more relaxed.
“That feels good,” she murmurs. My hand glides over her cheeks, feeling the heat, the softness despite the redness. My breathing quickens, my body still burning, the throbbing between my legs intensifying.
I keep stroking, comforting her, as my heart races. Laura closes her eyes, her breathing steadies. My fingers linger on her skin, tracing the curves still glowing. I don’t know what this changes between us, but in this moment, it feels right.
The night has ignited something in me, something I can’t ignore anymore. What a day!
