Spanking for two
Sasha had been fascinated by erotic spanking since his youth. But, as luck would have it, none of his ex-girlfriends were fans of that kind of entertainment. And then one day, he was sent for summer internship to a small village near the Kyiv region. The summer promised to be very hot. It was early June. Sasha cursed for a long time about how they'd locked a city guy like him away in such a backwater. He was studying to be a surgeon, and in the village of Dubkino, they temporarily needed an assistant for the surgeon at the local medical post. Upon arrival, Sasha settled in an apartment with some old woman, which the university had supposedly arranged in advance. His shift ended at 8:00 PM, and then he was free as a bird.
Of course, Sasha envied his classmates who got to do their internship in Kyiv, as after their shifts they could calmly go hang out on Maidan, or somewhere else. Sasha already deeply regretted being rude to the dean. But Sasha wasn't used to being bored, so after his shift ended, he actively explored the local sights. He especially liked a small grove with a little lake in it. He started visiting there daily after his shift.That's where he met Anna. The girl was the most ordinary. A cute face, slanted brown eyes, a small nose, slightly puffy lips, straight black hair down to her delicate, graceful shoulder blades, a slender figure, small breasts with mischievously protruding nipples from under her swimsuit, a refined waist transitioning into long, slender legs. At first glance, a real little angel, but Sasha, as a city guy, wasn't particularly surprised by all this. The only thing that made him truly distinguish this, seemingly 19-20-year-old, girl from others was her slanted brown eyes, like those of girls from the East, with a cunning, even slightly lustful gaze. But the most important thing was the swimsuit bottoms that hugged such a neat, firm little butt, as if sculpted by an artist. Sasha caught himself thinking that he had never seen a nicer butt on any girl before. Wide hips, long legs, as they say, set high, ending in small but so round and convex hemispheres that even the simplest swimsuit bottoms, which didn't hug them too tightly, couldn't hide their firm and perky shapes.
Underneath the two graceful round shapes, where they transitioned into the long legs, even if her legs were together, a heart-shaped space formed, emphasizing the roundness and width of her hips with the refinement of her waist. At the top, this heart-shaped space ended with two clearly visible mounds of her labia, which seemed to have swollen, protruding through the fabric of her swimsuit bottoms. This indicated that either this girl was highly aroused at the moment, or it was due to excessive abstinence. Usually, at her age, if they are still virgins, they actively engage in masturbation. What he saw suggested that most likely, even if she was no longer a virgin, she hadn't had sex in a very long time. Sasha already mentally pictured how this little girl, lifting her skirt, would lie across his knees for 50 juicy spanks on her presented bottom, in sexy tight panties, for being late for a date. Sasha, of course, got acquainted with Anna. They swam in the lake every evening, after which they went for walks around the area, but Anna never let Sasha get closer than a pioneer's distance, and exactly at 10:30 PM, he would walk her home. This went on for about a week or two. Sasha learned that Anna also lived in Kyiv, which greatly pleased him, and that she came to visit her grandparents for summer vacation. According to her stories, her grandfather was old-school and kept her on a tight leash. A thought arose in Sasha's mind that perhaps he was properly working on Anya's backside for her transgressions.
This thought wouldn't let him eat or sleep. He wanted to find out, but Anna would dodge questions like:
— Why are you so afraid to come later than 10:30? They'll yell at you and calm down.
— If only.
— What then?
— No, nothing.
Anya would evade answering, and after such conversations, she would blush deeply to the tips of her ears. After two weeks, Sasha finally broke that pioneer distance. They were already actively kissing, and Sasha would often roam under Anya's short plaid skirt, fondling her charms. Even through Anya's panties, Sasha's hand would glisten from her secretions. She admitted she was still a virgin and before him, she didn't even know how to kiss properly. Sasha was pleasantly surprised by this, as she was already a grown woman.
And so, a cunning plan was born in Sasha's mind: to deliberately delay Anya until 11:00 PM. When he walked her home, an angry grandfather was already waiting on the doorstep, who dragged Anya into the house by the ear, urging her on with juicy smacks on the behind. The next day, all of Sasha's expectations were justified. Anna didn't come to the lake, which most likely meant she didn't want to show off her striped charms. She also didn't let Sasha under her skirt for two or three days, and when asked why, she would only blush deeply, and from a light touch through the skirt fabric to her bottom, she would shudder strongly, loudly gasping for air with her mouth open or moan languidly, biting her lower lip, as if during caresses under the skirt before a wave of micro-orgasms.
Sasha's internship was ending, and on the last day, Anya was late home by about two hours.
S: The day after tomorrow, I'll have to go home.
A: I'll come to Kyiv as soon as I can.
S: Listen, we're already seriously late, are you going to get it again?
A: Not for the first time.
S: Do the marks last long?
A: How do you know?! — Anya was embarrassed, and blushes appeared on her cheeks.
S: It's obvious you won't let anyone touch you after such lateness, and at the river you don't even take off your skirt.
A: Three or four days. I can sit calmly on the third day, and even then, not always. — Anya said, rubbing her bottom with her hands, as if in anticipation of what was to come, while her cheeks were already burning like fire, as if after a dozen spanks. A prolonged pause settled in as they approached Anya's house. On the doorstep, as usual in such cases, her grandfather met them.
G: Well, dear, have you lost your conscience altogether!
S: I'm the one who delayed her.
G: Young man, has this young lady ever told you what happens to her for disobedience?
S: No.
G: Anna, tell your young man how you squeal on the bench under the willow switch.
A: Grandpa, please don't, let him leave.
G: No, my dear, I'm fed up with your antics! If he truly loves you, then you will both be whipped, 30 strokes each, and if he refuses, you will get all 60, and I don't care how long you won't be able to sit after that, clear?! And one more thing, the switches are gone, so tomorrow morning you'll go get them, so they soak in brine until evening. The anticipation of the whipping will make you young people think about your behavior. All the best. — And the grandfather slammed the door and went into the house, leaving them in shock.
A: Sasha, you shouldn't. — Sasha made a gesture with his hand, signaling her to be quiet.
S: Tomorrow we'll go get the switches together, meet at 7:30 at the lake, there are lots of weeping willows there. — And they parted.
Morning came. Sasha was waiting for Anna at the lake at the appointed time. Without her, he didn't dare start cutting the switches, as he had no idea how to do it correctly. His mind was on fire. Today, that juicy bottom would be whipped in front of him. After all, until now he had only groped her under her skirt but had never actually seen it, as Anna was very shy, and today he wouldn't just see all of Anya's charms but would also witness her whipping. But most importantly, he himself would be whipped in front of her. All this aroused Sasha so much that his friend, if not for the thick denim fabric, would have burst out. Mentally, he decided he would endure his first whipping in life like a man and would behave as sexily as possible.
Anna also decided to flirt a bit, taking advantage of the moment. She put on thin pink thongs, through the lace of which in front, the remnants of hair on her pubic area, shaved that morning, were visible. They seemed to accentuate the already tight, firm, and insanely appetizing round bottom of the girl, digging between its halves. Then followed
Seeing Anya, Sasha was speechless. Anna, meanwhile, had already mentally resigned herself to the fact that she would have to lift her skirt in front of her boyfriend today. This was shameful, so shameful that the fear of the upcoming whipping faded, but at the same time, a languid burning arose between her legs, there, already, from just the thought of all this, in the soaked fabric of her panties, in her crotch, little hammers were pounding, causing desire mixed with shame. She had been ashamed before that she, a 19-year-old girl, was whipped like a child, as she was already a fully developed girl with all the firm, graceful curves. And she had to lift her skirt in front of her grandfather. This had always been shameful, and starting from age 18, something else, inexplicably pleasant inside, lower in her abdomen. But today's feeling surpassed the other times tenfold. She was trembling all over with excitement, she even had a slight fever. Her cheeks were burning with fire. All night she imagined how she would have to lie on the bench in the presence of her beloved boyfriend, lift the hem of her short skirt, and look questioningly at her grandfather, asking if she could leave on this thin protection of maiden modesty, in the form of pinkish thongs. She imagined how she would coquettishly present, slightly raising and arching her back, her already convex little bottom, how she would sexually shudder, biting her lip and emitting languid moans with light squeals at each new stroke of the switch, from which all new and new scarlet stripes would swell on her defenseless bottom, making it even sexier. No, she wasn't a masochist and had never been into such things. It's just that all this itself drives a girl crazy with excitement. And also the fact that her boyfriend would also be whipped in her presence. With these thoughts, Anna masturbated for a long time before falling asleep. She came and came, wave after wave of voluptuous orgasms making her maiden body convulse in pleasure on the already sweat-dampened bed. She arched her back and threw her head back, loudly catching air with her mouth, continuing to rub her exhausted clitoris.
But the desire still didn't go away. Exhausted, Anna only fell asleep towards morning.
Her vulva and clitoris continued to hum from tension, and juices from her pussy dripped onto the already damp sheet from her sweat and secretions.
A: Hi!
S: Hi!
A: Well, shall we begin?
S: Let's. Which ones to cut?
A: About one and a half meters long, flexible and whippy, thickness a little less than a little finger at the base. Then clean off the leaves and put them here. — Anya pointed to the grass at her feet. And they began cutting the switches.
S: Well, seems like enough?
A: How many do you have?
S: About twenty.
A: I have about the same, should be enough, let's cut a little more, just in case. I hate this part the most, this waiting and preparation is worse than the whipping itself.
When Anna jumped for another willow branch, her airy pleated skirt would fly up, revealing to Sasha's gaze the lace tops of her stockings. When they finished, Anya knew that Sasha was already quite aroused from her jumps for branches and deliberately bent over for the already cut switches, without bending her knees, slowly revealing to Sasha's gaze not only all of her stockings but also part of her bottom.
S: Nice panties. But they won't protect much.
A: What's the difference, they'll have to be taken off anyway.
S: But they don't protect anything.
A: It's more a matter of principle.
S: And when should I come to you?
A: Around six o'clock. The switches need to soak in the brine.
S: To make it hurt more?
A: Yes, and for disinfection. Sometimes the skin breaks if you pull the switch back, that's called whipping with a draw.
S: And do they often whip you like that, with a draw?
A: Since I was seven, once or twice a week, why?
S: But you're already an adult?
A: Yes, but you like my bottom, right?
S: Yes, but what does that have to do with it?
A: It has everything to do with it. Whipping is good for a girl's bottom, especially from childhood, of course if done wisely. It stimulates the development of skin sensitivity, firmness, even affects the development of wide hips in a teenage girl, thanks to the regular blood flow to the buttocks, breaks down cellulite, etc. And of course, it raises a girl to be obedient and modest. You're glad your girlfriend is a virgin, or as you guys say, a 'virgin-patriot' at 19, right?
S: That she's a virgin, yes, but that she's a 'patriot,' not so much.
A: Well, there you go, that's also thanks to the switch.
S: You know, I've always dreamed of seeing a girl whipped, especially my beloved, and with such a great bottom as yours.
And most of all, I want to whip you myself!
A: Now, now, dear, cool down. There will be time for that. If things between us lead to marriage, then you'll whip me, and after that, you'll make me a woman.
S: What do you mean, whip you, like right before the wedding?
A: It's traditional in our family; the groom gives his bride her first disciplinary whipping.
S: You said first?
Yes, and then whips her throughout their married life when she misbehaves. I'm not a masochist and it doesn't particularly please me that my backside will be thrashed even after marriage, although I think it's right and fair. A wife should be an obedient girl and listen to her husband in everything, and if not, under the switch. The switch should be thin, but not too thin, then it will never harm a woman's bottom, and as I said, on the contrary, it's beneficial, if only in moderation. Unlike a belt, skipping ropes, and other traditional disciplinary tools, it doesn't leave bruises, and the pain is much stronger than from a belt, believe me, I've been whipped with everything, even nettles! I myself asked to stick with the willow switch. A willow switch becomes a rod only after soaking in brine for about 5 hours. By the way, I can't say it doesn't arouse me; there's something in it, and it's probably quite sexy to look at your striped bottom in the mirror the next day, punished by your loved one. Well, okay, see you this evening, bye.
S: Take care!
And they parted.
Evening came.
Sasha was getting ready to go to Anna's. He really wanted to wear black trousers with a white shirt but was afraid that his persistent erection would be obvious in them in front of Anna, although she would see everything anyway.
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