Betty and I both work for the same firm. She works in
another building, so we never really met until the company pic-
nic. The heat was almost unbearable, the sun was bearing down
and the humidity was high. The volleyball teams were chosen and
Betty ended up next to me. After losing the first game, our team
went straight to the beer cooler, everyone was dripping sweat. I
grabbed two brews, handed one to Betty, and asked her to join me
under a tree. We started talking and immediately hit if off. It
was so hot that it took three more beers each to cool us down.
Pretty soon it was time for another game. Most of the team was
half-crocked, and we played even worse then before. A good
volley was going on, everyone was scampering around the court.
The ball came directly towards me, I raised my arms and prepared
to set it up. As the ball touched my hands, Betty ran full force
into me, knocking me over. Unfortunately, my glasses fell off
and she landed on them, bending the frames and popping the lenses
out. Betty was unscathed, and she apologized profusely.
We left the game, sat down with a couple of beers, and I
tried to fix my glasses to no avail. Since I couldn’t drive my
car home, Betty offered to drive me home in my car. I accepted.
We left immediately. On the way home, Betty apologized again.
She said that when she was growing up, this kind of misbehaving
earned her a lot of spanking. Then she told me how she received
a bare-bottom spanking the first time she came home after drink-
ing. I told her she deserved one for drinking today. She
agreed. Maybe it was the beer and the heat, but my normal shy-
ness disappeared and I said I would be glad to administer it. To
my surprise she answered, “OK, I really deserve it.”
When we enter my home, I grabbed Betty’s arm and escorted
her to the edge of the bed. I told her to sit there while I
looked for my glasses. She got up and asked where the bathroom
was, saying that the five beers were exploding her bladder. I
said her lack of self-control had gotten her into enough trouble
for one day, she would have to learn obedience. I pushed her
back on the bed, found my glasses, and returned to the bed. I
sat on the edge of the bed and told Betty to kneel down, placing
her bottom over my lap. She obeyed, and then I pulled her shorts
down to her ankles. She was wearing white cotton panties, the
crack showed the wetness from her sweating. I pulled her panties
down to join her shorts. I took one arm and placed it across her
back, pushing her down harder on my lap. Betty said the pressure
on her bladder was extreme and pleaded to use the bathroom. I
told her that the punishment must be administered first. Her
cheeks were partially flushed from the heat, a musky, sweaty odor
arose from between her legs. I flattened my hand and brought it
down hard against her buttocks. Betty winced as her cheeks
turned pink. My hand raised up and came down several more times.
As the stinging pain increased, she squirmed around on my lap and
her legs spread apart as far as her shorts & panties would allow.
I stared at her beautiful anus, a new odor reached my nostrils
and made my penis strain against my shorts.
I slapped all over her buttocks, and once my hand landed
smack in her crack and hit sensitive parts. Betty yelped with
pain. A few seconds later I felt wetness in my lap. I moved my
hand between her legs to investigate and brought it to my face.
My tongue and nostrils were assaulted by Betty’s sweaty, musky
juices and warm salty beer. Beer? No, this was piss! I started
to get pissed off but couldn’t – I was already pissed on. I ran
my hand between Betty’s legs again to verify and it came away
soaked. I rubbed the piss onto her sore pink buttocks. I
spanked her a few more times, slapping the wet spots. She tensed
as the liquid burned the skin. The tears from her eyes told of
the intense pain and Betty squirmed around even more. I pressed
her down harder against my lap. Once again my hand missed her
buttocks and landed between her legs. I kept it there, she let
out a low moan, tensed up, and I felt my hand get covered with a
large squirt of piss. I quickly splashed as much as possible
over her buttocks and thighs, slapping constantly. She cried out
about how much it stung, but there was a lot of spanking left. I
told Betty that her lack of control was extending the punishment.
Part 2
After each slap I stuck my hand deep between Betty’s legs
to check for more piss, but herself-control improved. So I
rewarded her with a clit massage and felt new moisture oozing out
of her vagina. As I spread this moisture back over her anus she
let out a low moan and ground around on my lap.
I repeated this slap, check for piss, reward pattern.
Since no piss appeared, the clit massage lasted a little longer
after each slap, her squirming became more rhythmic each time. I
took the arm holding Betty down and used it to spank, while my
other hand concentrated on massaging her clit. Suddenly Betty
started convulsing all over my lap and breathed heavily. At the
peak of her orgasm she emitted a loud scream. I few seconds
later she emitted a large stream. Piss splattered off my hand
and I felt it all over my lap. I spread as much as possible over
her sore red buttocks and administer a few final slaps. My
slapping hand then rubbed the rest of the piss into her crack,
concentrating on the area around her anus and teasing at the
center of it. When I got to her clit, she start convulsing
violently again and had another orgasm.
Since her punishment began with shorts on, courtesy
demanded it end the same way. I stood Betty up with her back
towards me and knelt down behind her. I saw her labia hair
glisten with drops of piss and lubricant. A rivulet of piss
started running down one thigh towards her ankles. To protect
…End of the part1. To be continued..