Waiting for Karen - M/F Punishment

As long as I'd known her, Karen was always late for anything - or at best would be there at the last possible second. Her mother had told me that this had been the case ever since she was little - and you certainly couldn't call Karen little now. Her father, apparently, used to get extremely annoyed - but Karen was clever enough to be justt on time for things she REALLY wanted to do - but would always be late for things she didn't want to do, or was ambivalent about, so threatening to leave her behind wasn't an option.

I'd known Karen for some time now and had got used to hanging around for her, but on this occasion - at the appointed meeting time - I received a text message on my phone saying she was going to be an hour late. I texted back that she was in for a severe spanking - and got the response HAHAHA.

Well I hadn't been serious about the severe spanking before the response, but while kicking my heels waiting for her the more I thought about it, the more I thought what a good idea it was. Indeed the idea of spanking Karen made my loins tingle. This time I'd go through with it - and give her a spanking she'd remember. I searched through my flat for something appropriate. I didn't think my hand would be enough to teach her to be a little more considerate for others.

I picked up, and rejected, various shoes and settled initially on a wooden kitchen spoon. But then I remembered my bath brush. A wicked long-handled implement with a large oval (and flat backed) brush at the end of the handle. I went into the bathroom and picked it up and gave myself a spank with it. Even through my trousers and underwear it hurt. Just the weapon to make Karen see the error of her ways.

Well, Karen wasn't just an hour late - she was nearly three hours late by the time she arrived. I was, to say the least, a little annoyed, but knew that I was going to make it up to myself when I put her cute bum over my knee and I vowed to myself to have no mercy, however much she'd beg me to stop.

Eventually the front door bell rang and I opened the door for her. She swept in without a care in the world. Didn't even say sorry she was late.   Some story about a holdup on the M25 and then being stopped by the police!  As I knew she'd started off late anyway I didn't hold out too much credence to these excuses (reasons she insisted).   I helped her off with her coat. She was wearing a pale blue blouse, a shortish navy skirt and dark stockings which, I knew from experience would be held up by a suspender belt over what would undoubtedly be an extremely flimsy pair of panties which would offer no protection to her bottom at all. I got quite a thrill at the thought.

I went over to my couch and sat down and beckoned Karen over. She came and sat down beside me and threw her arms round my kneck. I almost wavered in my resolve as her tongue found mine and I felt her breasts against my chest. I pushed her away a little.

"Karen. What did I tell you I'd do when you got here?" She looked puzzled and shrugged her shoulders. "I told you I was going to give you a severe spanking" I said. She looked at me as though I was mad. "Yes you did" she said. People are always telling me that and I haven't had one yet.". She stuck her tongue out at me.

"Well" I replied "you've been late for things all your life which shows a lack of consideration for others and its about time someone carried out that threat to teach you a lesson" She just smiled at me and started to caress me between my legs - and grinned even more as she felt that I was already hard and erect. Little did she know that was mainly from the thought of spanking her!

"See - wouldn't you much prefer to be doing other things with me than spanking me" she said coyly. "Probably" I replied, "But although it may put a damper on the rest of our evening I think this is something I am just going to have to do."

So saying I swung her over my knee with her bottom in the air.

I still think she thought I was playing - but I wasn't. I raised up her skirt - and as I surmised she was wearing a very skimpy pair of white panties - tied up with bows either side - virtuaally no protection at all. By the time I'd undone the bows - no protection at all!  I reached over and picked up the bathbrush and started applying it hard to her milky white cheeks - which turned bright scarlet almost immmediately.

Well, Karen wasn't expecting that at all. She yelled at me, she swore at me and tried to get off from over my knee, but I held her tight and continued to spank her. God I was enjoying it.

"Karen. Since I've been going out with you we must have met about forty times and I think you've been late for each meeting bar about three so I'm going to give you thirty-seven spanks for starters"

I continued to lay into the poor girl's bottom ignoring her pleas and promises that she'd never be late again. I was going to make really sure she wouldn't be late again - or at least aware of the consequences that would follow if she was.

I didn't stint with the bathbrush. I gave her thirty seven as promised and by the end she was just lying there sobbing over my knee. Her bottom and upper thighs were a deep deep red - purple in places. It must have really hurt.

"You're an utter bastard" she sobbed. I gave her a couple more for good measure for that. "Its about time you got your come-uppance young lady. Now I won't spank you yet for all the other times you've been late in your life - but next time you're late without an aabsolutely cast iron excuse, I'm not only going to spank you for that, but I'm going to take previous offences into account. (Karen is a barrister so I decided a legal simile might be appropriate.)

Karen gingerly got up from across my knee, rubbing her bottom . Her face was streaked with tears. I wasn't sure if she'd just leave, make more of a protest or what.

I stood up too and started to put my arms around her wondering if she'd pull away, but she fell into my arms sobbing on my shoulder. I let her sob on. I was actually feeling a little guilty at how hard I'd spanked her, but I kept on telling myself that she deserved it, and that she'd never improve without it. The sobs quietened and she playfully lifted her knee into my balls - but gently. "You're an absolute bastard" she said. I slapped her on her bottom - not hard - with my hand, but I guess it still hurt as she winced. But she smiled. "Maybe I've had that coming to me for a long time" She said. "And maybe I've just been waiting for someone to do that to me. Admittedly I do push the envelope."

"Not something you'll do again in a hurry I shouldn't think" I said.

She smiled and hugged me tight and kissed me sticking her tongue well into my mouth. I realised she was turned on by the spanking despite the pain. I ran my fingers up her thighs under her skirt and her panties were wet. I looked into her eyes and they were laughing at me.

"You know I've been waiting for years for someone to care enough about me to do that and now its happened I feel warm inside - and out" she added with a smile. She led me into the bedroom where she looked at her now almost all-purple bottom in the mirror. She winced as she rubbed her fingers over it.

"Wouldn't they just love to know about this in court tomorrow" she said with broad grin. "bet there are plenty of barristers and judges who'd like to see that - but they wont" "Hell its going to be uncomfortable just getting up and sitting down - hope there aren't too many objections necessary"

She pulled me onto the bed and had my clothes off me faster than I would have believed possible. "After that spanking, I want the longest slowest fuck you've ever given me" as she curled her legs round me. Well - she got it - and more. I have never known her come so often and so hard. There must be a moral in that somewhere!