“Does this feel good?” She asked.
“It feels fucking amazing.” I moaned, spreading my feet to get a better stance while she stroked me.
“Better than a pussy?” She asked.
“Not better than YOUR pussy,” I replied, “but pretty damn good.”
She smiled as she sank to her knees and jacked me in front of her face. After a minute, a damp spot appeared at the tip of my penis and she stopped in mid-stroke and looked up at me. “So, you’re getting pretty worked up, are you? Want me to keep going, or should I stop?”
“Please,” I begged, “don’t stop now!”
Sharron giggled to herself and let go of my throbbing tool. She stood; leaving her silky red panties wrapped around my cock. Putting her hands on her hips, she looked down at the sight in front of her. “I think it’s time for the first part of your punishment.” She said.
Reaching out and pulling her panties from around my cock, she held them out to me and said “Put ’em on.”
“What?” I gasped.
“You said you’d go along with anything I asked for your punishment.” She reminded me.
“Yeah, but, I….. uh…. uh….” I stuttered, “I thought you were talking about giving me a spanking or something like that. You didn’t say anything about this!”
“Bradley, I’m a firm believer that the punishment should fit the crime,” she said, “but I’ll be more than happy to throw in a spanking, too, since you seem to agree that you deserve one.”
“Sharron,” I pleaded, “come on, don’t you think making me wear your underwear is going just a bit too far with the punishment thing?”
“Oh, I’m only starting, Brad.” She mused. “This is just phase one of your punishment!”
Then, kneeling down in front of me again, she held the red panties open and told me to step into them. I felt the sting of a fiery blush over take me as I stepped into her panties – first one foot, and then the other. I watched intently as she began to pull them up my legs, stopping when she pulled them above my knees. Then, pausing to look up at me, she bent forward, reached out to grasp the base of my cock in her hand and then took my cock into her mouth in one deliberate move.
I shuddered as I felt the warmth of her mouth encircle my hardness. Looking down and seeing her suck me, I didn’t care that I was almost wearing her panties; the sheer sight of her mouthing my dick was enough make everything else seem meaningless.
After a minute, though, she stopped and before I knew what was happening, she pulled the red panties up my legs and adjusted them on my hips. “There,” she said, “now you leave them alone.”
I could feel the heat of my full body blush return. It felt like my cheeks were on fire and I was sure the color of my face probably matched the panties I was now wearing. Never in my wildest imagination did I ever envision this from her.
As I stood there stunned, she reached out and took my hand and led me silently into her living room. As we walked, I looked down to see my hardened member sticking out lewdly above the waistband of the panties stretched across my waist. Once there, she sat down on her couch and tugged my hand across her body. “You’ve been a bad boy, Bradley.” She said, as if I was a little boy. “Lay down over my lap. It’s time for your spanking.”
In a daze, I found myself leaning down as she guided and positioned me across her legs. It all seemed so surreal, like it was happening in a fog, and I honestly must have been in shock to let it happen, that is, until I felt the first smack on my ass. “SMACK!”
I was jolted back to reality as I felt the sting spread across my bottom, followed by the spreading warmth I hadn’t felt since the last time I got a whipping as a youngster. Instinctively, I moved, trying to push myself off her lap, but she pressed down on my back saying, “Oh, no you don’t! Just stay where you are.”
The next thing I felt was her hand rubbing my bottom as if she was soothing away the sting. Her hand pushed between my legs and she momentarily cupped my balls nestled inside the confines of her red panties. Then “SMACK!” Her hand came down on my buttocks again.
As before, her soothing hand returned to lightly rub my buns. I felt her hand move all over my bottom as she spoke softly, saying, “I did some research on the internet, Brad, and I discovered some interesting things. For example, I learned that men’s fascination with women’s undergarments is a fairly common trait. I also learned that many guys with a panty fetish secretly have an unfulfilled desire to wear them, too. So, knowing you as well as I do, I’m betting you’re part of that group. You can deny it if you want to, but the way your erection is throbbing against my legs right now pretty much confirms my suspicion.”
“SMACK!” I felt the sting of her open hand against my butt again.
“One article I read said that some men will eventually get the guts to wear them on their own from time to time, but, once a man with a panty fetish receives permission from a female to wear panties, he will probably want to wear them more regularly and probably during his whole life.” She explained.
“SMACK!” I laid there silently and didn’t struggle as she spanked me again.
“So, Brad,” she continued, “the spanking you’re getting is your punishment, or, part of it I should say. I’m making you wear the panties because I bet you’re too embarrassed to take that first step yourself.”
“SMACK!” By now, I had resigned myself to stay put and accept the spanking. Believe me, it was easier to lie there and let her spank my ass than it would be to face her, especially since she seemed to think I had some kind of longing to wear her panties. The words she was saying, however, really caused me to think.
“They look cute on you.” She said. “And I bet Mr. Winkie is about as hard as he’s ever been right now, isn’t he?”
I thought it was a rhetorical question, or she was just trying to add to the discomfort of the spanking, so I didn’t even consider answering her. She was, of course, right about one thing — good ‘ol Mr. Winkie was throbbing and pulsing….. I could feel it, too.
“SMACK!”
“Isn’t he?” She asked again.
“Yes.” I groaned softly, ashamed to admit the truth that my erection was straining and about to rip through the confines of her silky panties.
“SMACK!” I could feel my ass really warming up now. It wasn’t as though she was hurting me to any great extent, but it was humiliating as hell to be dressed in her panties, across her knees and receiving a spanking.
“Three more swats to go and then we’ll be done.” She told me. “But you’re going to wear those panties until I take them off you. Understand?”
“Okay.” I replied meekly. It was at that point that it came to me. I remembered how we once talked about how it might be fun to spank someone or even be the person being spanked. That conversation happened the same night we shared some of our intimate fantasies, including details about my attraction to her lingerie. Then, as I thought about that conversation, I felt her hand rubbing my bottom again, soothing my stinging cheeks. Her touch was light and soft, much like she was caressing me — and it felt good…. very good. I was enjoying it so much that I didn’t hear her tell me to spread my knees apart.
“SMACK!”
“I said,” she repeated, “spread your legs a little bit wider.”
I did as she asked without hesitation, and when I did, I felt her hand on my butt again. But, this time, her fingers worked their way down between my pantied butt cheeks, coming to rest directly against my bottom hole.
As she touched there, I heard myself gasp and I involuntarily opened my legs further for her. I remember thinking to myself, “Gawd, Brad, what are you doing?” I was ashamed of myself and my actions, yet I was tremendously turned on. She was herding me to some unknown destination and I was allowing it.
“I’ll give you my permission,” Sharron said in a calm voice, “if you want to wear my panties. Honestly, the idea of seeing you in my panties is definitely starting to grow on me. Maybe tonight I’ll let you model some of mine to see which ones I like best on you.”
Those words burned into my ears and I felt another rush of embarrassment flood all over my body. I fell limp across her knees, not even trying to hold myself up anymore.
“SMACK!”
“Now, as far as the punishment goes, I think I’ll spread it out and do a little during each CFNM weekend.” Sharron said. “That way, you’ll have an incentive to be especially good every time you come and not break the rules anymore. I’m not promising I won’t set you up again, though, Brad.” She continued, adding, “No matter what I do, you have to follow the rules. You don’t think I’m being unfair about that, do you?”
“No,” I answered, “I don’t think you’re being unfair, but….”
“SMACK!”
As soon as her hand hit my bottom, her fingers found the crease between my butt cheeks and she rubbed me lightly, pressing against my backdoor as her fingers grazed over it.
“Okay,” she said, “that’s ten. Stand up, please.”
I had to shuffle my knees and feet, and push myself up from her lap in order to stand. When I was upright, her eyes went right to my crotch and her jaw dropped. I looked down to see that my cock was literally dripping with pre-cum — so much so that the front of the red panties she put me in were damp and there was a small pool of clear pre-cum on her legs where my cock has been pressed against her. That now familiar feeling of embarrassment came over me again as I stood before her. I couldn’t stand to look her in the eye, not knowing what she might be thinking, so I turned my head away — looking down at the carpet next to us.
“Oh my gawd!” She said, noticing the pool of warm precum slathered all over her legs.
Like most men, it’s not unusual for my cock to leak some precum when I get excited, but, the size of the shiny pool on her legs was more than I had ever leaked at any one time. Sharron glanced up at me – then back to her legs and then back at me. I swallowed hard, not knowing what to say or think. She reached her hand out and touched the straining tip of my penis with her finger and wiped off a drop that was precariously balancing there.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw her other hand reach up and gently grasp my hand in hers. “I have to know,” she inquired, “what got you so turned on? Was it the spanking, or, uh, because I made you wear my panties?”