Emma Gets Disciplined By a Friend

Emma is a spirited girl with a very happy and outspoken character. Her only flaw is her big mouth, she never think before she talks. This often lead to small arguments among her friends. One such friend, Alex, had finally reached his breaking point after a series of playful banter turned sour.

Emma had been rude to Alex, calling him names and provoking him. Her most used phrase was "just shut the fuck up", something that Alex really couldn't stand. They had spend the day in the city, roaming around and having dinner together. Now it was time for Alex to bring her home. Alex was a patient soul, but pushed to his limited, decided it was time to address Emma's behavior. He walked her to her door, but to Emma's surprise walked with her inside. She was a little flustered but curious as well. "It's time to put some things in order now." He spoke calmly. With a firm resolve, he gently took Emma's arm and led her to the living room.

Standing in front of Alex, Emma could sense the gravity of the situation. His expression was a mix of disappointment and determination. Without a word, Alex slowly guided Emma towards the couch. In a swift motion, he seated himself and gestured for her to lie across his lap. Emma's heart raced with a mix of apprehension and curiosity as she complied, unsure of what was to come.

He didn't let her wait. He gave her a hard slap on her jeans. With the first strike, a shockwave of sensations went through Emma. As Alex's hand met her bratty behind, the reality of her actions began to sink in. Each subsequent spank echoed in the room, punctuated by Emma's stifled gasps. After a few minutes he ordered her to stand up. Relieved she got up, and wanted to take a step backwards. "You really thing we are finished?" He asked. "You really think after being so disrespectful to me all day, we are done this fast? You're funny. Now take off your pants."

She felt her face getting red of embarrassment, but was somewhat relieved of the long awaited consequences of her actions. "Now." He ordered calmly. She sighted and put down her pants, standing awkwardly in her tiny thong in front of her friend. "Good. Now come lay back over my knee, will you?" He said. "Oh come on..." She sputtered. A sly smile appeared on Alex his face. "I wasn't asking." With that sentence he pulled her in a swift motion back over his lap. With his big hands he hold her still. "If you act like a little girl, you will be punished like a little girl." With that sentence, Emma almost died of embarrassment.

The spanking continued. His hand slapped Emma in a fast and steady rhythm on her behind. She started to wiggle and squirm, even beg him to stop. But he had no intention in doing so just yet. He then pulled down her little thong. "It wasn't protecting much anyway, so let's get you a good old bare bottom spanking, young lady." He said calmly. She tried to wiggle away but had noticed it didn't do much, he was way stronger than she was. This must have been her most embarrassing night ever, but she realised this was probably the treatment she actually needed to behave.

After what felt like an eternity, Alex ceased the spanking, allowing Emma to gather her composure. She felt Alex his hands rubbing her painful behind, and slowly but surely reaching to her pussy lips. She was confused, she had never felt any romantic feelings or desires for him... She felt a finger entering her lips an inch and moaned from pleasure. But his hands dissapeared right after. "You're soaking wet, Emma." He said, she could hear the dissapointed in his voice. "You're really getting off here, while I try to teach you a lesson?" Emma didn't know what to respond, other than that she wanted his finger back inside her. "Stand up, now." He said, almost throwing her off his lap.

As she rose, a profound shift occurred within her. The sting of the punishment lingered, serving as a reminder of the consequences of her words. "I'm sorry..." She tried. "Oh, you will be." He answered.

Leading Emma towards the table, Alex instructed her to bend over with her legs spread. He had a great view of her bare bottom and pussy like this, but he didn't let that distract him. She was dying from embarrassment and couldn't help but obey. She heard him undoing his belt, making her slightly confused. Was he going to fuck her? He knew how wet she was, was the punishment a good fuck? She smiled in silent by the idea. She hoped so.

But her wish was far from the truth. He undid his leather belt and starting striking her bottom with it. The sound of each strike resonated in the room, magnified by the gravity of the moment. She was in pain and begged him to stop, even started to plead guilty and said how sorry she was. He was finally getting through to her. After about twenty hard strokes he stopped. "You're going to count the last 5." He ordered her. "And with every stroke, you will thank me too." With her bottom already burning red, she obeyed.

As the final strike landed, Emma felt a mixture of emotions coursing through her. The tears that had threatened to fall now flowed freely, a blend of remorse and acceptance. He helped her on her feet, and hold her in his arms. "I'm sorry I had to do that, but someone had to." He said calmly. "Thank you..." She whispered.

In the quiet aftermath, Emma and Alex shared a moment of reflection, the air heavy with unspoken words. It was a turning point for both, a lesson learned and a friendship deepened.