Extract from The Indignities of Isabelle

'I'm going to spank you, you little tease,' I told her. 'Now are you going to take your jeans and pants down or do I have to do it for you?'

'You'll have to do it, if you can,' she giggled and backed against the sofa.

I had been anticipating a giggling surrender to my authority and obedience on Caroline's part. She obviously had other ideas, but she was small and looked soft so I was fully confident of not having the tables turned on me and ending up over her knee with my bare bum red and smarting. I feinted to one side and then made a grab for her as she tried to dash past me. I caught a wrist and pulled her off balance so that she sprawled on the floor. She was trying to fight back as I straddled her, but she was also laughing so hard that she was quite incapable of any real resistance.

I pulled her arms into the small of her back and sat across them, pinning her face down on the floor. Her bottom was right in front of me, a plump ball of blue denim just begging to be smacked. As I bent forward and started to delve under her tummy for the button of her jeans she stopped laughing but continued to thrash. She tried to wiggle away, but it was half-hearted and her breath was coming in sharp little pants, unmistakably passionate. I found the button and her resistance lessened as I popped it open. She knew what I was going to do. I was going to pull her jeans down, then her panties and spank her on the bare bottom. She sighed as I drew her zip down beneath her and stopped wriggling completely, allowing me easy access to her.

I took hold of the waistband of her jeans and began to ease them down, slowly to let her appreciate the full shame of having her bottom stripped for spanking. Underneath the jeans her panties were big, white and rather tight, so that her full cheeks bulged out around the sides of the material in the most delightful way. A small tattoo marked one cheek, a tiny yellow flower outlined in black. I settled her jeans around her thighs, leaving me unrestricted access to her fleshy young bottom.

'You do have a plump bottom, Caroline, don't you?' I taunted, planted a firm smack on a section of full cheek that was spilling out from one side of her over-tight panties.

'Yes,' she whimpered.

'A fat bottom in fact,' I continued, intent on utterly humiliating her before her spanking started, 'it's overflowing your panties.'

'Jasmine likes me to wear them tight,' she responded softly, 'she says if I can always feel them it keeps me on heat and reminds me how easily they can be pulled down.'

'You're a slut Caroline,' I told her and started to pull her pants down.

She moaned as I pulled the waistband open, lifting her bottom to make the task easier for me. Slowly I eased them down, inch by inch over her lush globe, baring more and more of the chubby bottom cheeks until it was all on show, right down to where the fleshy tucks that met her bottom cleft and the parting between her legs. A tuft of dark hair showed between her thighs, hinting at her pussy.

I inverted her knickers over her jeans, leaving her whole glorious bottom naked and ready for spanking. My own pussy was soaking and badly in need of being touched. I moved forward, pressing myself against her pinned hand. She began to fumble at my vulva, rubbing with her fingers as I planted the first smack hard across the fullest part of her substantial bottom. She gave a little squeak as her flesh shook, and just for a moment her cheeks opened, giving me a tantalising glimpse of dark hair around her anus. I caught her scent too, hot and rich, the smell of excited girl.

Another firm smack followed and then her buttocks were bouncing properly as I set to my task. She quickly began to squeal and kick, but could do nothing to unseat me. As her bottom warmed she also lost all regard for her modesty, bucking her burning rear up and down to give me a fine view of abundant hair, tight brown bottom-hole and pouted sex lips. From the strength of the scent of her sex I knew how turned on she was, but from the way she squealed and thrashed you would have thought the punishment was real discipline and not play. Her struggles were turning me on too, and the more she squirmed and squealed the harder I spanked her.

Finally I stopped. Her whole bottom was red, a fat ball of glowing girl-flesh, hot, smarting and a sight straight from my favourite fantasies. She was breathing hard, sobbing quietly and giving the occasional low moan. She had stopped trying to play with my pussy when the pain of her beating became too great, but now she began again, urgently trying to rub her imprisoned hands against me.

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