A Literary Spanking
An unfriendly little wager about Hemingway goes badly for one of the wagerers:
“What are you doing?” Helen shrieked.
“A spanking is not acceptable on underwear, my dear,” I laughed, “it must be received on bare skin, it’s the done thing. Lift up so I can pull down those frightful panties.”
“Catherine,” she moaned in a small protest and I gave her bottom a small slap.
“Up!” The panties came down and I smiled down at her plump white bottom. The first slap caught her by surprise and Helen shrieked. She kicked her feet a little with the second and third slap, her bottom wobbling slightly with the exertion and I admired the red marks my hand had left.
Helen was moaning slightly with the fourth, fifth and sixth slaps, the noise of my palm connecting with her skin loud in the room. Her legs kicked through the seventh and eighth slaps, her breathing loud and ragged and I slowly caressed her burning bottom with my hand.
From “The Hemingway Dialogue” by Natalie Nessus.
