K.C. Perrin Spanking Erotica

It had been a week since my neighbors’ anniversary, the night on which I’d bent over my kitchen table, next to Sophie while her husband spanked and paddled our bare bottoms. Just seven days ago, I had then spent the evening in their apartment, participating in the lustful intimate night celebrating their relationship.
The punishment Jonathan had given us had hurt, I could specifically remember the hot burning pain of the wooden spoon connecting with my poor, sore buttocks; and yet it had been a dream come true. Many times I’d listened in on the two of them, through the thin walls separating our apartments I’d heard my neighbor discipline his wife as I fantasized and masturbated. The intense love-making that followed that evening had proven that which I’d always known, Sophie’s submissive attitude towards her husband was one of arousal, excitement and consent.
During that intense evening together, Jonathan had promised to discipline me more often, as he insisted I was a naughty girl in need of a firm hand. I’d eagerly agreed to his proposal. In fact, I’ve already taken advantage of his promise several times this past week.
Most days since that night, I’d spent more evenings at my neighbors’ home than my own. Of course it’s just the apartment next to mine, so it’s easy to just pop in and spend some time together, watching TV or just hanging out. Not all nights were about spanking or sex, sometimes all three of us would just cuddle up on the couch.
The first time I’d knocked on their door, wearing just my cute pink pajamas and a bowl of self-made pop-corn, I’d feared Sophie might think I was presumptuous, showing up unannounced; but just as often she would come knocking at my door, inviting me over. She seemed just as excited as her husband – if not more – to enjoy my company.
It wasn’t all just fun and cuddles of course. Jonathan was a stern man and his promise to treat me as strictly as his wife was one of the main reasons I liked to visit. Together, Sophie and I had a knack for getting ourselves into trouble, nothing serious of course, just some teasing, acting like a brat or pestering her husband until he’d had enough of our antics. About every other night ended with the both of us taking turns over Jonathan’s knee, getting our bare bottoms reddened.
These spankings weren’t as serious as the first punishment Jonathan had given us. He did not use a wooden spoon or other implement, just his hand, as our bratty behavior did not require something more severe. They did still hurt though, my bottom would be bright red and burning by the time he was done with us.
Those nights ended with Sophie and I showing Jonathan the good girls we could be, pleasuring him and each-other. I tasted his cock several times, as well as Sophie’s pussy and I wasn’t neglected either.
I did still often think back about that first evening however, wondering whether I’d earn myself one of those firm disciplinary spankings where just a trip over my neighbor’s knee was not enough to learn my lesson, when I’d earned more than that.
That time came quite unexpectedly, today.

I was at home, not really planning to visit my neighbors that day as I’d only visited them the day before. A quick spanking for trying to bite Jonathan while watching TV had satisfied my appetite for a day or two.
It was still early afternoon when a knock at my door sounded, and despite my lack of plans, I was still excited for what might come. The only people to ever knock on that door were my neighbors, anyone else would ring the bell downstairs. I was thus not surprised to see Sophie at my door; I hadn’t even changed out of the diaphanous pink negligee I was wearing, which would’ve been much too revealing had I met anyone else at the other side of that door.
“Hi Sam.” She greeted me. “Jonathan asked me to come get you.”
I smiled as I looked at the young woman in her short black dress. I had now seen her naked on several occasions, but was still taken aback by her beauty every time I saw her. There was a strange look on her face though and for a moment I wondered about the exact words she’d used. Normally she’d invite me over, but this sounded more like a summons.
“Is anything wrong?” I asked.
Sophie licked her lips. “Jonathan said he wanted to talk to you.”
I blushed, suddenly getting this ominous feeling of being in trouble, though I had no idea what it might be about. “Alright, I’ll come over.” I replied.

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