Don’t Rock The Boat!
Or
Without a Paddle.


‘Alexa!… get over my knee!’

‘Oh no!’

‘Over my knee now’

‘Please no’

‘If you don’t get over my knee immediately, and take your spanking, you will be caned and strapped before you leave here’

This had been the scene some twenty minutes previously. She had carefully positioned herself over my lap and I had smoothed her dress over her bottom and after a few light smacks started to spank her properly. After a minute or so of spanking, smoothing of the cotton print material and more spanking, over the swell of both buttocks, straying downwards to the tops of her thighs and upwards to just above the waistband of her panties. , I raised the hem of of her dress to view the results of my efforts.

I placed my hand on her left cheek and felt her squirm and then slowly stretch her thighs apart and close them again. I fondled her cheek and felt rather than watched as she wentt through the motions again. I spanked each cheek alternately for another minute or so and then as she parted her thighs ran the tips of my fingers over the gusset of her panties and down to my own thighs.

‘You’re wet’ I said, ‘you are a very naughty girl, I’m punishing you and you’re enjoying it!’
In answer she squirmed lewdley over my lap rubbing her body against my crotch.
‘You’ve got a hard on’ she said, ‘I think you’re enjoying it as well!’

My answer was to push her thighs apart and finger her fanny through her black panties with the white spots until she began to moan and arch her bottom upwards at which point I hooked a finger under the her elastic waistband and pulled her panties down to mid thigh and with those scarlet bum cheeks on full view at last, spank her hard for twenty seconds until her yelps subsided into gasps and finally long drawn out breaths….
I viewd my work. Her botom from where her knicker elastic (sorry she always refers to them as ‘panties’) would be to the top of her thighs just below the overhang of her buttocks was now crimson and hot to the touch. Her bottom cheeks were swollen but although the spanking had paused she made no attempt to get up from my lap.
I rested my hand on her bum and with the other hand unclipped her bra through the material of her dress and then reached underneath and undid the few buttons on her top so that I could put my hand inside and push the cups off her breasts and fondle those as well, rolling her hardening nipples round between my thumb and fingers.
Keeping my hand on her breasts, fondling them and squeezing her nipples, I gave her bottom a few more swats before pulling her panties down her legs to her ankles and and so off onto the deck.

Deck? I hear you ask, Where were we? We were on my motor cruiser, in the middle of a large lake in a region of the UK where such activities (boating that is) are commonplace. As the yachts were also a common sight there, and they need deeper water for their keels, a deep water channel was marked off with substantial wooden posts driven into the lake bed at about fifty metre spaces through the middle of the lake, so that they would not run aground. It was to one of these that I had moored up to. We hadn’t seen another boat all afternoon and would have ample time to get ready should one show up.