Carly's Spanking Experience

Self Spanking

Carly was out of town with coworkers for a business trip. After a long day of meetings, she goes back to her hotel room to get ready to go out to dinner.

Stripped out of her khakis and maroon top, she walks around the room in her black bra and lace panties while talking on the phone with Sam.

"Today was good." She says. "We had meetings most of the day and I met some cool people."

"Well that's good! What are you doing tonight?"

"I'm getting ready to go out to dinner with some folks. Maybe have a few drinks."

"A few drinks?"

She rolls her eyes. "Just a few Sam. I'm just drinking with coworkers."

"Okay then. We'll be good and have fun!"

She smiles and says her good byes and hangs up the phone. She opens in suit case and pulled out black dress. She lays it on the bed, looking over in the mirror. She turns her hips, seeing some markings that were fading on the bottom of her buttcheeks. She had gotten a good spanking 2 days ago, before she had left to remind her to behave and stay out of trouble while on her trip. She slips on her dress and fixes her make up, feeling good about herself wearing all black and looking cute.

She meets her coworkers in the lobby and take their Uber to the Italian restaurant. Dinner was covered by the company, so they ordered a lot of starters. They all chatted and laughed at dinner enjoying their time before leaving, walking around down town for some bars to prowl.

Even though dinner and hotel was covered by the company, drinks were not covered so Carly would need to pay for those on her own. They find a small club that offered half off on all the girly drinks they liked. The perfect spot for a good time.

The gossiping and laughing continued on as they sat at a table and had drinks. Carly starts to feel good as the alcohol hits and drags her coworkers to the dance floor. They dance around with each other and a few guys who started talking to them. Carly goes up to the bar to order another drink when the bartender hands it back to her and says that it had maxed out.

"What? Maxed out?" She says and the bartender nods his head. She feels so stupid and guilty that she got that out of hand. She got the bill and saw she had ordered 10 drinks already. "Fuck."

She runs off the the bathroom and calls Sam.

"Hey party animal, how's the club?"

"Sam I fucked up..."

"What'd you do?"

"I lose track of how many drinks I bought and maxed out my credit card."

"Seriously?! Carly..."

She feels the guilt wash over her. "I'm sorry, it's my fault and I just felt bad and thought I'd let you know."

He goes silent for a moment then says "how much is an Uber back to your hotel?"

She keys in the the coordinates. "It's $12, I can still use my debit card."

Sam cuts her off. "I'll PayPal you the money for the Uber. I want you to leave that club and call me when you get back to your hotel."

She accepted and they hung up. Guess the party was over. She was definitely going to get beat when she gets home tomorrow. The PayPal notification hits and she calls her Uber. She checks her make up before walking out and coming up with an excuse for leaving early.

"It's been a long day and I'm sleepy! I'm gonna go to bed early so I can skip traffic."

They say their good byes and give hugs before she hops into the Uber. She arrives back to her hotel room and calls Sam.

"Are you sharing a room with anyone?" He asks

"No, I'm not. Why?"

"Because I'm about to instruct you through a self spanking."

"What?! Like I need to spank myself?"

"Well I'm not there to punish you myself, so we're gonna have to do this alternative."

She blushes at the thought of having to smack her own butt. "But Saaammm. I still have marks from the last spanking!"

"Well you should've thought about that. Now switch to FaceTime. I want to make sure you're actually doing it."

She sighs and switches to FaceTime. Sam is sitting on his couch, and the sight of him makes her feel nervous.

"Do you have a place to prop up your phone?"

She nods and props it up on a vase on a table, facing the bed.

"Go ahead and take that dress off. The party is over."

"Yes sir." She answers, unzipping the dress and letting it fall to the ground.

"Now, I want you to bend over the bed and spank yourself with your hand, as hard as you can until I say stop. Understood?"

"Yes sir." She says bashfully. She lays over the bed facing her bottom at the phone camera and starts smacking her bottom. It stings and flushes her with embarrassment, but it doesn't sting as much as when Sam spanks her.

She continues for about 2 minutes before he tells her to stop. "Do you have your hairbrush?"

"Saaaammm"

"I don't want to hear that shit. Go get your brush now."

She sighs and grabs her brush from the nightstand, then stands in front of the camera holding it.

"Underwear off"

She groans and she turns facing away from the camera and throws her panties to the floor. She's instructed to bend back over and she begins spanking herself with the brush. This begins to sting more on her bare bottom and fills her with more humiliation.

She spanks on her sit spots and thighs and starts to tear up, which she didn't expect to do from a self spanking.

"Alright, stand up and face me."

She stands and turns around, covering her front with her hands.

"This isn't over. You'll be getting more when you get home, so don't get too comfortable. Understood?"

She nods. "Yes sir, thank you sir."

She picks up her phone and says her good byes before pulling her undies back up and laying in bed. She rubs her bottom and sobs softly, more in guilt than in pain. The good thing about getting whooped is that it tires her out, and she covers up and quickly falls asleep.