Tara and Kensie: Part III

Alright, alright! Here's part III
(Kensie is Celtic by the way ... hence the sensitive skin)

 
   Kensie felt the butterflies in her stomach morph into pterodactyls as Tara lifted her hand and brought it down sharply on Kensie’s unprotected rear.

   She gasped at the sting and flinched at the sound but didn’t have time to do much else as several other rapid stinging spanks quickly followed the first.

   It only took a few short seconds before Kensie was squirming and wriggling around on Tara’s lap trying to avoid the spanks and ease some of the awful burning pain that was building intensely across her poor cheeks. She tried to arch up, bracing her arms against the couch beneath her but a firm hand between her shoulder blades pushed her back down.

   She kicked her legs and wriggled her hips, whined and whimpered, ow’d and ouched, but nothing helped. The spanks kept falling, never faltering, never missing their target. Tears welled up in her eyes as the pleas and promises began.

   “I’m sorrrrrrry! I am! I’ll never do it again, I promiiiise,” she whined.

   “Oh, we’re going to make sure of that, sweetie, don’t you worry.”

   “Noooooo.”

   “Oh, yes!”

    “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she squealed as she bucked over Tara’s lap before finally throwing her hand back to protect her burning bottom.

   Tara stopped abruptly and grabbed Kensie’s wrist, pinning it to her lower back. She had been expecting it and was rather impressed that Kensie had lasted as long as she did. But still…

   She leaned down close to Kensie’s ear. “That was completely unacceptable, young lady,” she growled.

   Kensie shivered, then whimpered, wondering what Tara was going to do. She didn’t have to wait long.

   Tara sat upright and pressed Kensie’s hand firmly into her back before delivering several scorching spanks to the tops of Kensie’s thighs.

   “Aiieeeeeee, I’m sorryyyyyy! Ahhhh!” Kensie squealed loudly as she flailed her legs about trying desperately to avoid the horrible sting of palm against oh so tender thighs.

   After delivering twenty or so spanks to her thighs, Tara stopped to catch her breath and shake out some of the stinging in her palm.

   She watched as Kensie continued to wriggle in her lap, gasping, trying to squirm the burning pain away.

   Tara couldn’t help the amused smile that graced her lips. Her brat was just so damn cute!

   After Kensie finally settled down, Tara released her wrist and urged her up.

   Kensie just slid backwards off her lap and onto her knees where both hands immediately went to her bottom as she looked up at Tara with a bit of awe. Tara smiled at her and kissed her forehead. “Alright, naughty girl, into the corner with you,” she said, nodding to a corner across the room.

   “What? Noooo. Please?” Kensie whined. Corners were not her friends and Tara knew that. She had made her stand in the corner many times during their online relationship and Kensie had hated every second of it.

   Tara smiled sweetly. “You can either put yourself in that corner or you can put yourself back over my lap.”

   Kensie scowled, then quickly opted for a pout instead.

   She tried one last pleading look, which resulted in a raised eyebrow that made her tummy flip.

   “Go,” Tara ordered firmly.

   She slowly got up and walked over to the corner, hands still rubbing her bottom.

   “I want your nose right in that corner young lady. Hands in front. You know better.”

   Kensie’s pout deepend and she brought her hands in front of her and started to play with the hem of her shirt.

   Tara leaned back to admire her handiwork. Kensie’s bottom was a deep dark red. A colour that would have alarmed her if she wasn’t fully aware of how sensitive her little brat's skin was.

   She glanced at the clock. “Five minutes should be enough,” she thought. She just wanted to get the rest of this punishment over with.

   She leaned over to open the drawer of the side table when she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She looked over to see Kensie looking nervously at the now open drawer.

   Tara closed the drawer firmly before walking over towards Kensie.

   Taking her firmly by the arm, she delivered five hard spanks to Kensie's tender backside.

   Kensie winced then cried out and hopped from foot to foot.

   “Get your nose back in that corner young lady!” Tara ordered.

   Kensie quickly turned to the corner with a whimper but reached back to rub her bottom.

   Tara grabbed her wrists and gave her three more spanks, hard enough to bring the tears back to Kensie’s eyes.

    “Ow ow ow!” Kensie squealed.

    “Hands on your head!”

     Kensie immediately obeyed, sniffling.

   Tara shook her head as she walked back to the couch and pulled a small well-worn leather strap from the side table drawer. She wasn’t certain where the strap had come from originally but she had received it from her first lover who had used it enthusiastically on Tara’s own bottom whenever she stepped out of line. Tara felt a shiver run up her spine at the memory. She wouldn’t be using it quite so intensely on Kensie but the girl was certainly in for good dose of it.
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