Carly's Spanking Experience

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Carly is getting ready to go to Sams house once again, for her weekly spanking. She tries to dress comfortably when she goes over, so she'll at least be in comfortable clothing while getting her hide tanned. She throws on an over sized hoodie, deciding not to wear a bra. She's not taking her hoodie off, nobody will notice. She slides on her leggings over her bottom, already covered by her blue panties, and leaves her house.

She arrives to Sams apartment. They order a pizza and watch a movie while they wait.

"So," Sam begins. "What have you been up to this week?"

"Oh just the usual. Work has been busy, helping my mom out around the house."

"Sounds like you've been well behaved. Have you been drinking?"

"Well, yes. But not that often!"

"How much have you drank?"

"Well...I got really drunk on Friday night and got a hangover."

"Didn't we talk about that?"

"Yes but"

"No buts. Unless it's yours being bared."

Carly rolls her eyes at that lame joke.

"We talked about over drinking and how to avoid hangovers, did we not?"

"Yes...we did."

The conversation lingers off when the pizza arrives. They enjoy dinner and finish the movie before heading upstairs. Sam stands Carly in front of him, placing his hands on her hips. "So, this is your weekly spanking. I'm spanking you so you'll maintain good behavior, healthy sleeping habits, AND for overdrinking, is that clear?"

Carly nods her head then lays across his knee, propping her tushie up in the air. Sam has a hard time comfortably adjusting his arms with Carly's hoodie in the way. He pulls the hoodie up about her waist to access her bottom and begins the spanking.

Carly winces at the smacks. She thought she'd become immune to a hand spanking over pants by now, but just being pulled over his knee puts her on the verge of tears.

Sam spanks a little longer before stopping. "This is just too much. I need you to take this hoodie off please." He pats her back signaling her to get up.

"What? But, I'm not wearing a bra!"

"Not wearing a bra? Why not?"

"I just didn't want to."

"Well you should've thought about that before coming to your punishment session half dressed. Get up."

"Come ooonn plleeaaasseee!?"

"I'm not telling you again Carly." He smacks her thigh.

She yelps and gets up. Groaning, she slowly lifts the hoodie off of her, D sized breasts out of full display as she lays back over his lap.

He continues the spanking, spanking her harder for the lack of a bra. She wiggles around and starts crying. Shortly after, he leggings are pulled down to her knees and the spanking resumes over her cute blue underwear.

After a few moments, Sam stops and begins to pull her panties down, which is a normal feeling to Carly. But he stops. "You know what? Take your leggings and underwear completely off."

"Uugghh Saaammmm!"

"I'm not arguing with you. Get up or I'll get the belt."

She groans as she gets up, pulling her panties down and takes them off with her leggings, leaving her completely nude in front of her friend.

He looks her up and down for a second, taking it in for the moment he has. "Fold them nicely and wait right there." He stands up walking out of the room, heading downstairs.

Carly folds her panties and leggings and lays them on the bed, followed by her folded hoodie. She stands there cupping her breasts as Sam comes back, gripping a wooden spoon.

Sam feels herself go white at the sight of the spoon. "No please! You've never used that before!"

"Well today is a new day missy." He sits down and she lays back over his knee, nude. Her red bottom compliments her naturally tan skin. Though really tan, there's still a bikini tan like spread across her bottom, making it looks more red.

He likes up the spoon to her bottom giving a test pap. Carly whines and puts her hand behind her back for Sam to hold. He grasps her hand and begins spanking her with the spoon. He alternated smacks on each cheek evenly.

Carly screams out at the smacks. Each hit feels like a bee sting on her rear end that keeps coming and getting more and more painful. This feels worse than the belt and the hairbrush combined.

She continues sobbing at the spoon papping down on her bare ass. She eventually reaches her breaking point and belts out "GREEN!" Their agreed upon safe word.

Sam stops immediately. "Okay okay, stand up."

Carly stands up sobbing in pain, and sam stands with her wrapping her in a tight hug. "There there, I'm sorry I'm sorry. We're all done."

Carly sobs softly into Sams shoulder as she hugs him back. She's completely besides the fact that she's pressing her naked body against her best friend, and more appreciative of his embrace and him stopping when told to.

Her crying starts to slow down as Sam helps her get dressed. She lifts her feet up as Sam slides her undies up her legs and over her scorched bottom.

"I don't want my leggings" Carly said softly. "Or my hoodie. Can I wear your shirt?"

Sam nods, going to his closet grabbing a football shirt and puts it over her head. The shirt is just long enough to mostly cover her bottom, but the bottom of her red cheeks still peek out.

They lay on the bed together, Sam continues to comfort her. He plays with her hair, rubs her back and sore bottom, talking to her softly. He knows she's starting to calm down when she starts to smirk and giggle at what he says.

"You ready to go home?"

She shakes her head. "I don't wanna sit and drive home. Can I sleep here? Oh your couch?"

"Sure."

She smiles at the kind gesture. They go downstairs and watch Netflix together. Carly lays on her stomach while Sam sits next to her, rubbing her back, still comforting her and feeling bad for pushing her to the edge.

Carly falls asleep on the couch. Sam throws a blanket over her and heads up to his own bedroom and calls it a night.