Author: The Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net.
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Title: Chelsea’s Tail: Mr. Robinson’s Lap
Keywords: Mf, spank, cons, self, no sex 
Summary: A naughty girl tells us about being spanked.

I knew I could provoke Mr. Robinson if I tried a little. Since the day he had surprised me by giving me a good spanking – but getting me off the hook with my dad when I bumped into his car – I had tormented him from time to time so I would be led upstairs again. Once I had even gotten Maria to go along with me. But after our “threesome” I realized I wanted these episodes for myself. They were so personal, so good that they had to be my own.
A proper spanking has to be over Mr. Robinson’s lap. He always starts on my pants. Then he makes me take them off or pull them down and he spanks me on my panties. At the end he pulls my underpants down and spanks me on my bare bottom. That’s my favorite part. As soon as he takes my hand and leads me inside, my tummy begins to tighten up. I feel my nipples getting tight against my top and sometimes I even feel a little wet between my legs. I have to be really “bad” to get the ultimate spanking: a bare-naked spanking, when I have to take off all my clothes. I’ve gotten two of those in the year that I’ve been getting Mr. Robinson to spank me.
After Mr. Robinson spanks me, he always leaves me alone for a while “to put your clothes back on”. But he knows what I’m really doing. I lie naked on his bed and play with myself until I come. Then I do put my clothes back on and visit with him for a while before I go back to my real world. It all works out pretty well.
This time I was “helping” Mr. Robinson with some yard work. You can guess that the hose caught him a couple of times and the lawn mower sprayed grass onto his legs. Mr. Robinson warned me that I was going to get into trouble, like that was news or something. Finally I dropped the watering can on his foot and got his shoe and his leg all wet. That did the job.
“Chelsea, that’s the last straw,” he said. “You know you’ve been a problem all afternoon and I think I’m going to have to take you upstairs for another lesson.” He reached out and took my hand and he led me inside. We went up the stairs to his bedroom where he always does my spankings. But he had something a little different today.
Mr. Robinson pointed toward the corner of his bedroom. “I want you to stand there for five minutes, Chelsea. I’ll tell you when you may turn around.” I nodded and went where he showed me. I was standing there in denim shorts, a blue T-shirt and sandals. Sometimes I would wear a bra but my breasts were free under my shirt that day. I know Mr. Robinson likes to look at me in shorts and in panties.
After I had stood there for what seemed like an hour, Mr. Robinson said, “Turn around, Chelsea.” When I turned around, he gave me a big T-shirt and he said, “Now turn around again and close your eyes. I want you to take off all your clothes except your panties and put that shirt on.” That seemed different but I knew Mr. Robinson would only do fun things with me. So I turned back toward the closet and I put the shirt on a hook where I could find it even with my eyes closed. I had seen it had some kind of writing or something on it. I was going to find out what was on it in a minute.
I slipped off my sandals first and then I pulled my T-shirt over my head. I could feel Mr. Robinson’s eyes on me the whole time. He always watched me take off my pants for a spanking and he would watch me take off all my clothes when I needed a bare-naked spanking. (You know, sometime I have to bug him when I’m wearing a skirt and see if he takes it off of me or if he pulls my skirt up to spank me.) So I knew Mr. Robinson was watching me when I took off my shirt and he was looking up and down my bare back.
After I took off my shirt, I put my hands down to my waist and I unsnapped my shorts. Then I pulled my zipper down and it sounded strange and loud in the quiet room. I pulled my shorts down, kind of tugging them over my bottom because they were a little tight. Now Mr. Robinson could see my panties. They were little bikini panties, just a plain light green color. I knew he liked to see my underpants a lot.
I got the shirt from the hook with my eyes still closed and I pulled it over my head. I got it backwards at first, so I switched it around. It was very big for me. The sleeves came all the way to my elbows and the bottom of the shirt came a few inches below my bottom. “Okay,” I heard Mr. Robinson say. “You can open your eyes now. Take a look and then come over here.”
I looked at the front of the T-shirt, which was kind of like a nightie. The front had the “brat face” printed on it, the smiley face with its tongue sticking out. “Look at the back,” Mr. Robinson said, and I turned my head and pulled the shirt around so I could see it.
There was a three-ring target printed right over my behind. But instead of circles, the rings were hearts. I let the shirt fall back in place and I laughed at Mr. Robinson. It really was cute.
I went over to where Mr. Robinson was sitting on the bed. I saw something else new. He had a small box on the floor and he had put his right foot on it. That brought his right leg up a little and I wondered why. I held out my hand and Mr. Robinson took it to pull me over his lap. He pulled me a little forward as I lay down over his thighs and now I understood the box. When I bent over, my bottom was raised up. It also put a little more weight on my tummy. Well, my tummy was already very tight and the feeling of being a little more bent over, a little more weight on it, made it even tighter and more exciting. My bottom felt very high and my legs felt very bare.
Mr. Robinson is a really good spanker. He started by spanking me lightly over the T-shirt. I turned my head and squirmed a little so I could see his hand as he swatted me right on the heart-shaped target over my bottom. He had a big grin on his face and a wicked look in his eyes. He spanked me fast and lightly with the shirt in place for probably five or ten minutes – a couple of hundred spanks, anyway. But they were just pats, really. Every now and then he’d do a couple of harder ones to keep me guessing. I was breathing fast, giggling sometimes and yelping once in a while. My legs squirmed because I was feeling so good.
I was almost feeling a little disappointed because I wondered if Mr. Robinson was going to spank me on my panties. Well, that was pretty silly of me. After he had spanked and patted me on the shirt for a long time, Mr. Robinson put his hands on the hem of the target shirt and he raised it up onto my back. He pulled it up a long way, much higher than it had to be so he could see my panties. That’s because he likes to look at my bare back. When I wear a bra, I’m sure he likes to see my bra strap across my back too. After he pulled my shirt way up, he started spanking my panties. He took a long time on my underpants, too. I think he must have patted and swatted me for another five minutes. That sounds short, but it’s a long time when your bottom is raised up like that. Sometimes, while he was spanking me on my panties, Mr. Robinson stopped for a little while and rubbed my bare thighs, or he rubbed my bottom on my panties and rubbed my bare back. I kept squirming harder and I decided to push things a little, so I put my hands over my panties.
“Chelsea, you know what happens when you do that,” Mr. Robinson said. Of course I know, but I like to hear him say it. “That means five more hard spanks when I pull your panties down and spank you on your bare bottom.” When he said that, I got even tighter in my tummy and my nipples pushed hard against the T-shirt jersey. I could feel that I was a little wet under my underpants too.
He kept spanking me on my panties for a while longer, about like when he was spanking me on the target. Mostly he did little pats all over, but sometimes he would do two or three hard spanks in a row. I was getting more squirmy and wetter all the time.
Then I felt Mr. Robinson putting his hand under my tummy and working up under the shirt along my body. I lifted up a little to help him out. He got his left hand under my breasts and felt them. He even managed to rub my nipples and I was gasping because it felt so good.
Now Mr. Robinson put both hands on my panties. I knew he was going to pull them down in a minute, but he kept me waiting while I got even more eager for him to get going with it. I felt his fingers inside my waistband and he tugged my panties down off my bottom, just onto my legs. My bottom was so high up that I felt very small and young and even more bare than ever. Then Mr. Robinson said, “Remember, Chelsea, you have five hard spanks coming before we get to your real spanking.” I swallowed for a moment. I like some hard spanks, but Mr. Robinson means what he says. I tried to relax when I knew he was raising his hand. Spank! I could hear it loud and I could sure feel that one sting! Spank and spank and spank and spank! They were hard and I yipped and cried a little, even though I also liked it.
Mr. Robinson stopped spanking for a minute and he just rubbed my bare bottom softly to take out some of the sting. Somehow his fingers slipped down between my thighs a little, too – almost down to where I was feeling wet. Then I snuggled into the quilt while he got serious about patting and swatting, patting and swatting. And I loved it when he stopped spanking for a minute to rub my bottom or let his fingers slip down to touch between my legs.
I was squirming really hard by now. “Too much wiggling,” Mr. Robinson said. “That’s five hard spanks now, and then I think we’ll be done.” So I put my hand to my mouth and got ready. They were hard, but he got them done quickly. Then he pulled my panties up and helped me stand. This time, for the first time, he stayed in the room instead of leaving right away.
“Lie down on your tummy for a minute,” he said. I lay on the bed like he told me. I heard him move around a little and open a jar. Then I felt his hands on my panties again as he pulled them back down. He put some cool cream on my warmed-up bottom, rubbing it in very softly. “I’ll leave you alone now,” he said. “So you can put your clothes on.”
When I heard the door close and I knew he had left, I squirmed my hips around. I liked feeling my bottom bare in the cool air of his bedroom. His quilt was very soft and smooth and it felt wonderful under my tummy. My panties were far enough down that I could feel my bare mons, the front of my pussy, against the smoothness of his quilt. I sat up and I took off the T-shirt Mr. Robinson had given me. Then I lay back down on my tummy with my bare breasts pressed into the silky quilt. My nipples were very, very hard. I kind of fish-tailed my whole body so I could feel the silkiness all the way up and down. Then, still on my tummy, I pushed my hand under so I could touch my vagina.
I was quite damp. I slipped my hand inside my panties to my buzzing pussy and I played with it fast. I rubbed my clitoris and I got one finger inside to what I think is my G-spot. Anyway, it’s sure my good spot! I had fun this way for a few minutes and then I turned onto my back. I took a moment to wiggle my panties all the way off and I spread my legs wide. Now I really went to town on my breasts, stroking myself and twiddling my nipples. It was so much fun! After I had used my hands on my nipples for a while, I moved one hand down to my pussy again. Now I had a really good grip and I could feel my orgasm ready to happen. I pulled my clit a few times and it did happen, a blast that scattered shivers and happiness from my feet all the way to my eyeballs, it seemed like.
I needed a few minutes to come down from my high and then put my clothes on. When I went downstairs, I did something for the first time: I kissed Mr. Robinson on the lips. “Thank you,” I said.
“You’re welcome,” he said with a wicked grin. “You know what I do after you leave?”
“I bet I do,” I told him. Someday I have to try to watch that too.