I am not quite as picky about internet spanking stories as Erica Scott says she is, but like her, I’m inclined to like only parts of even the best stories, and so reading them becomes a constant project of sorting out and trying to ignore the distasteful or annoying or boring parts. However, Erica has carefully saved her favorite story from the old Soc.Sexuality.Spanking newsgroup, and I have to agree with her that it’s a very fine spanking story indeed. The story is called The Toughest Boyfriend by DLynn, and it really rewards reading the whole thing. But here is a short excerpt from one of the spankier parts:
When my panties were around my knees, he stroked his left hand across the skin of my behind. Gentle. Tender. But all I could think of was the belt waiting in his right hand.
He moved his left hand around my waist, holding me down, but I never would have tried to break free at this point, no matter how afraid I was. I wanted to hurt. I pressed my forehead harder against my arm curled on the cushion.
The belt came down like fire, driving every bit of breath away. I had sworn that I would not cry out, but the pain was audible in the sounds that flew from my throat, half-grunt, half-cry.
I couldn’t keep myself from shrinking away from the belt he was already raising again, but his hand on my waist was firm. The belt came down again, across both cheeks, overlapping the first stroke that still ached and burned.
No. I hadn’t wanted this. I was already moaning, “I’m sorry,” but the belt was already coming down again. He caught me across the tender skin of my thighs, and all pretense of dignity deserted me as I yelled and convulsed on his lap.
“Oh, God, don’t. Don’t.”
But the belt was already lifting again…