The Romance of Chastisement

The Romance of Chastisement

Thursday, December 25, 2014

Brigitte The Tease

Here is an orphan story by an anonymous author. I have no data on this one, but I believe it comes from Usenet, circa 1996. I did have to edit this one pretty extensively. (I find I'm doing that a lot with these older stories. The content is promising but the execution leaves a bit to be desired.) Anyway, imperfect as it is here is a story about a type of girl you all know well: the aggravating tease who gets a just comeuppance.

Art by Endart.




Brigitte The Tease

Saturday was the day of the barbecue. One of Andrew's oldest friends, Benjamin
and his wife Camilla had organized a get-together at Willows Park. Another
couple had been invited, and Brigitte had also invited her good friend Melanie.
When Andrew and Brigitte arrived they found Benjamin and Camilla already
starting to set up under the large stand of trees near the baseball diamond.
Warm greetings were exchanged, and the four of them pitched in to get everything
ready. When Melanie arrived half an hour later the barbecue coals were just
about ready. Greg and Sharon pulled up a few minutes later, and by that time,
the thin high clouds of the morning had finally begun to disperse, the sun was
shining and the temperature had started to rise.

And that was not the only reason it was getting hotter. Today, Brigitte had
chosen to wear her favorite cut-off jeans together with a pink and white striped tank
top. Years of wear had shaped these jeans perfectly - they hugged every curve,
yet were not so tight as to inhibit the natural jiggle of her behind as she
walked, a jiggle that many a man had expressed a fascination for. Not only that,
They were cut so short that the lower areas of her bottom cheeks were clearly visible.

 Although he loved his vivacious new girlfriend passionately, Andrew was well aware
 she could be a brat and a tease, qualities that were endearing in small doses but
downright annoying in mixed company. And he had warned her about sexy attire.

Sure enough, soon both Benjamin and Greg were having difficulty following the
conversation at the table. Brigitte kept getting up to "help out", and every
time she did she had their attention. As she moved between the table and the ice
chest, or between the car and the table, she walked with an exaggerated swing of
her hips. On one trip, Brigitte walked out to Andrew's car and opened her door
and got in. Ducking down in the space in front of the seat, she quickly pulled
her tank top over her head, then unfastened her bra and removed it. Replacing
the tank top, she got out and rejoined the others. Her breasts were much more
animated under her top now, and her nipples were quite visible. The men noticed
the difference immediately. Catching them staring at her, she smiled coyly.
Sharon and Camilla were getting more and more irritated with the way their men
kept appraising Brigitte' s body, and it was starting to affect the
get-together.

Andrew watched his fiancée in disbelief; how could she be doing
this?! They had talked several times about her "habit" of wearing provocative clothing,
and she had promised to control herself. He was disappointed in her -- and angry. At one point, when he caught her eye, he flashed her a "stop it" warning look, his eyes
threateningly dark. Brigitte stopped, but smiled back in feigned innocence,
although she knew that he was aware of her game. She was having such fun, but if
he insisted, she would tone it down. And besides, she knew he wouldn't embarrass
her in front of their friends, would he?
Especially not ... that way, the way in which he had begun to express his displeasure with her.
It was embarrassing, painful and reduced her to a childlike state. In short, when she acted inappropriately, he spanked her.

Andrew was a patient man, but he had learned a couple of relationships ago that
there were those times when there was no substitute for setting a feminine
bottom on fire. Brigitte' s first spanking was for enticing a drunk in a
restaurant to the point where he became physical with her and Andrew was forced
to step in. A short fight ensued, which, thanks to the other man's
inebriated condition, Andrew won handily.

They left immediately.  All the way back to her apartment Andrew did not say a word.
When they got there, he firmly marched her into the
kitchen, while Brigitte wondered what he was doing. He pulled one of the chairs out away from the table. Wordlessly, he pulled her to his right side and, to her complete surprise, yanked her face-down across his knees. She squirmed and sputtered, all in a panic. In
spite of her struggles he pulled her dress up and tugged her pantyhose
and panties down to her knees. Her bottom bared, he began firmly applying his palm.

 How dare he! She was incensed! As a little girl she had been
spanked several times by her mother. But no man had ever even so much as
threatened a spanking. This was entirely too much! She demanded that he cease
immediately, to which he replied with even harder spanks. His hand really stung,
and soon her indignant commands and threats gave way to yelps of real distress. He was not finished though, and continued to punish the upturned cheeks
even after she completely gave in and began pleading with him to stop.

When he was finally satisfied, and her buttocks were a vivid and angry scarlet, he pulled
her up and forced her to stand in front of him. He explained to her as she stood
there, panties and pantyhose still at her knees, that any more stunts
like the one she pulled at the bar would be dealt with in similar fashion.

Afraid that he wouldn't hesitate to turn her over his knees again, she nodded in
agreement. He then kissed her, told her he would call her in the morning, and
left. Once her bottom cooled off she got angry again and, when he called the
next day, she told him that they were through and that she never wanted to see
him again. She had many other suitors, she informed him curtly, who would treat
her like a lady.

"Well, honey, you know that I love you very much" he replied, "And I don't want
to lose you. But last night you simply went too far."

"I'll decide what's too far and what's not!", she retorted, "And its none of
your business! I am an adult, you know."

He took a deep breath.
"Listen, Brigitte. When you involve me in your shenanigans, it affects me and my
life and I have to make it my business. You have no right to put me through that
kind of turmoil in public."

After the call, Brigitte fumed for a while. But the next day, thinking about
what he had said, she grudgingly admitted to herself that he was right. Besides,
 he loved her. If she wanted to play games by herself that was one thing,
 but it was different if she involved him like that. And, in spite of herself she also
had to admit to the fact that she respected him for the way he stood up for himself.
 She was still angry at him for the childish way he had treated her though! It was a couple of
weeks before the couple made up, but they finally did and on that day Andrew
extracted a promise from her to never entice a man like that again.

Brigitte remained confused about how she felt. Part of her was an obstinate adult. How
dare he treat her this way? She was her own woman. The other part made her flush and feel weak in the knees. His masterful authority was an aphrodisiac. And the spanking – yes, it stung, but there was something else. I made her feel incredibly sexy afterwards. All of these thoughts
had been on her mind today as she squeezed into her sexiest cut-offs. She knew she was
tempting fate…but she didn’t care.


Andrew was getting the hamburgers ready for the grill when he noticed the
conversation had died out. Turning around, he caught sight of Brigitte bending
provocatively over the open ice chest, her hips thrust out. She was lingering,
and Benjamin's eyes were fixed on her rounded hips. She was doing it again!
Andrew quickly glanced at Greg; he too was staring at the up thrust hips.
Brigitte then bent even further forward. Camilla reached over and pinched a
transfixed Benjamin hard on the arm, and he jumped and then grinned at her
sheepishly. Sharon glared at the bent-over form.

Melanie sighed. Thick tension hung around the table. Finally, Brigitte
straightened up. She turned and glanced around at the group, eyes twinkling with
delight.

 Andrew felt his irritation grow and consume his belly. Enough! He had
warned her. Putting down the spatula, Andrew quickly strode over to the ice
chest and took one of Brigitte' s hands in his.

"We need to talk", he said briskly and led her away from the table. Brigitte
knew that to resist would only anger him more, so she let herself be led. They
walked out towards the baseball field. Andrew' s mind raced as they reached the
diamond. What was he going to say to her that he hadn't already said? He was
composing his thoughts as they passed the empty dugout and headed towards the
plate. The local little league chapter which played on this field had a winning
season and was across town at the first playoff series. The field was vacant.
Suddenly, Andrew changed direction and headed back toward the dugout. Brigitte,
her hand held firmly in his, followed as they walked down the steps into the
cool shade. Andrew stopped and turned to face her.

"Now for that little talk ..." , he said.

“What are you going to do?” she said.

He sat down on the bench and gave a good tug on Brigitte' s arm. Thinking that
she was going to sit next to him, Brigitte was surprised and stumbled forward.
Before she was able to react, she felt herself topple forward across his knees.
Using his thighs, he bounced her forward until the well filled seat of the skimpy shorts
was bent across his right leg.

"Whoa ... Just a min ... Stop this!" she sputtered.

As she tried to get up she felt his left hand press firmly down on the small of
her back. She flopped back down on her belly against his thighs.

"I warned you what would happen, didn't I?" he demanded as he rubbed an open
palm across the taut denim in small circles.

"No, please, Andrew. Pleeease – not that !!" She turned and looked up at him
frantically. He had that resolute face that she had seen just a few times
before. She tried another approach.

"Please, at least wait until tonight!"

"This won't wait, Brigitte. Now you made me a promise a while back and now
you've gone back on it. And I warned you what was going to happen in that case.
You're going to be spanked, Brigitte. You know you have it coming. "

Gripping his girlfriend tighter to hold her in place, he began vigorously slapping the softened
seat of her jeans.

 WHACK! WHACK! SMACK! Three sharp retorts rang out. Then he began in earnest

He spanked briskly in a steady rhythm for a solid minute. Her behind felt warm.
 He stopped then, and reached under her waist for the snap on her waistband. She grabbed his arms and tried to stop him, but he had already found the zipper and then the snap. She
felt the waistband loosen suddenly and realized the zipper was all the way down.
He took a handful of the jeans in each hand and began peeling them off her hips.
Feeling his hand leave the small of her back, Brigitte wiggled and twisted,
trying to get up, trying to get off his lap. But he worked with quick, strong
jerks and now it was too late. She was pinned against his left thigh again, and
her jeans were just below her cheeks, where he would finish tugging them down
with just his right hand. She felt them being jerked all the way down to her
knees, and suddenly realized that now even if she did struggle free she would be
going nowhere because her legs were effectively bound in the rolled-down denim.
Maybe her favorite jeans weren't the right thing to wear today after all!
Looking back over her shoulder , she could just glimpse the seat of her bright
pink bikini panties. Andrew looked down at Brigitte' s beautiful bottom, the
roundest, most saucily jutting feminine behind he had even seen. How he relished
this moment . He patted the resilient, tensing cheeks and watched the soft
jiggling movements.

 Coming out of his reverie, he renewed the
pressure against the small of her back and resumed
the spanking with a hard and fast volley of stinging smacks.

''OW!” Brigitte yelled. She struggled against the pinioning left hand even
more desperately now.

 The sounds of palm striking bare fanny cracked like  pistol shots in the
empty dugout. A fear of discovery suddenly flashed through Brigitte' s mind.
What if someone heard them and came by and looked down into the dugout and saw
her like this? How embarrassing! She had to stop him somehow. But how?

SMACK!!SLAP !! SMACK! It burned, a relentless searing blast.

The spanking continued. Andrew's arm was tireless. The
Practically bare fanny bucked and squirmed under his hand. The portions of
the buttocks exposed by the pink panties were now a matching shade of
pink. Kicking and twisting, Brigitte reached back with her right hand, trying to
fend off the stinging spanks, even though she knew from previous punishments
that this was a ''no-no''. He deftly caught her by the wrist, brought it up and
pinned it where his left hand had been.

"Bad girl. You know you're not to interfere like that!" He then inserted the
fingers of his right hand into the back waistband of her panties and began
working them down.

''Nooooooo! Don't!'' But there was nothing she could do, and the underpants were
slowly tugged off her bottom and pulled down her thighs until they joined the
jeans at her knees. Andrew surveyed the bright pink bare buttocks, which
quivered like jelly as she kicked her legs. She really did have a bottom that
begged to be spanked! He pressed his hand up against her right cheek and felt
the warmth. Then, still holding her wrist up against her back, he raised his
right hand high and ... stopped.

"Well ... hello, Camilla! Come on down." Eyes wide, Camilla stepped down into
the dugout, Brigitte jerked her head around and her pulse pounded as her eyes
met the other woman' s. Andrew watched the humiliation on his fiancée's face as
Camilla stood silently taking it all in. Brigitte' s face turned a darker shade
than the cheeks of her bottom.

"Ugh ... I ... mum" , she stammered.

"Brigitte and I were just having a little discussion about her behavior,
weren't we darling?" Andrew said, and then delivered a series of brisk spanks.

SMACK! SLAP!

 Overcoming her initial shock, Camilla watched the spanking with
satisfaction. She had long ago grown very tired of Brigitte' s aggressive
flirtation and had often wished that Andrew would do something about it. This
was certainly doing something about it!

SMACK! SLAP! "Ow!" yelled Brigitte.

Andrew paused and turned to Camilla.
"Tell you what: will you go and get that wooden spatula I was going to use on
the hamburgers? I'm going to make this a spanking she'll never forget!"

"NOOOO!!!  PLEASE!! Andrew!" Brigitte wailed.

But Camilla gleefully jumped up and raced off to get the implement. Meanwhile Andrew kept busy, spanking his pretty girlfriend's now very red bottom with a steady rhythm that made the plump naked cheeks wobble and jiggle feverishly. Tiring, she no longer struggled as
hard, but instead jumped at each swat and whimpered softly.

Camilla was back in record time, and smiling broadly, handed Andrew the cooking
implement. It was about a foot long, and the thick spatula blade was almost as
big as his hand. Perfect! Camilla took up a position on the bench to his right,
where could see everything.

"Well now, darling", Andrew said ho1ding the imposing makeshift paddle where she
could see it, "I think twenty more with this little toy will make sure we don't
have a repeat of your behavior, don't you?"

Looking back at the paddle and at Camilla' s gleeful face, Brigitte could only
wail. "Oooooooh, Please! No. I'm sorry. I'll NEVER do it again! EVER! Please
don't!"

"No, I don't think you will, especially after I'm done with you." Raising the
spatula, he brought it down swiftly and sharply right on the center of her
bottom.

 SMACK!!!!
"YEEOWWWWW!!!!! " This was a new sensation.

The broad flat blade of' the spatula burned a hundred times more than his hand.
Brigitte had never even imagined such an intense, deep sting. Slowly and
forcefully, Andrew continued to apply the spatula with wrist-snapping strokes.
Trying hard to be stoic, Brigitte nevertheless cried out with each one.

Brigitte' s legs were pumping up and down, kicking in unison because of the
tight jeans rolled around her knees. On the twelfth stroke, she could no longer
hold back and suddenly burst into tears. Watching, Camilla felt that Andrew
should stop now, but she was too intimidated to say anything. And Andrew had
decided that the count would be twenty, and so it would be.

The spatula cracked against her bottom cheeks, first one then the other, causing the flesh to jiggle in an almost perpetual motion amplified by kicking legs and frantic wriggling.

Finally , the twentieth swat landed and the spanking was over. Brigitte lay
weeping over her fiancé' s knees. Her bare bottom was a deep crimson in color
from the tops of each cheek down to the juncture with her upper thighs. And on
the lower part of each buttock, crowning Brigitte' s sit upon areas were two
very hot white circles, a testament to where most of the spatula attention had
been concentrated. Andrew 1et her 1ay there across his knees for several
minutes. Her scorched buttocks quivered and convulsed with the intense heat
which would not diminish.

 Finally, he said, "Okay , my dear. Stand up and pull up your pants. We have a barbecue to
get on with."

Brigitte certainly did not want to go back to the group. Camilla had
undoubtedly, told all of them what was happening here in the dugout , and she
couldn't bear to face them . But she was not to put up a fight now, and so she
slowly pulled up her panties and then her jeans. She winced as the tight denim
pressed against her burning rump. Then, with Camilla leading the way, they
walked up and rejoined the group.

Brigitte made a vow to herself to behave, and as the fire of her punishment receded to
a hot glow, a new sensation took over, bubbling up from her core, making her feel flushed, her sex wet. She sneaked a look at her boyfriend, now elevated in her mind to lord and master. She became consumed by a single thought: how long before we get home?





3 comments:

Our Bottoms Burn said...

The spanking goes on too long, maybe that is what you meant about execution. Not a bad read.

Scorpious said...

Lovely scenario! Great attitudes, a nice balance.

Anonymous said...

Cracking stuff, Very sexy!