Spanking her in front of her friends [MF]

I knew it hadn't happened by chance. I knew Natalie had planned it all, everyone watching her suck my cock at that university party, but I wasn't sure how to feel about it.

On the one hand, Natalie was hot - she was pretty, petite, yet she had a great ass and tits. Natalie was cute yet sexy. Having my dick in her mouth had been glorious.

But, on the other hand, she'd manipulated me. Natalie had essentially tricked me into performing in front of an audience with her. That wasn't something to take lightly.

But, on the first hand, again, it had been a rush. So many people watching us, seeing me jizz all over Natalie's gorgeous, grinning face, it was the stuff of fantasies.

Yes, I'd loved it, but I decided I needed to get my revenge on Natalie. But maybe that could be hot, too?

After the night of that party, after first getting together with Natalie, we'd hung out plenty, although more in each other's student rooms rather than going on dates. We were more focussed on pulling one another's clothes off and fucking than going out. We weren't exactly in a relationship, but Natalie was a lot of fun, she was smart, funny, and adventurous in plenty of different ways, and I was falling for her.

But, as close as we got, as much as we shared, we never really talked about the party and what had happened… and how Natalie had played me. I assumed she thought I was none the wiser, that I didn't understand it hadn't happened by accident. It only made me want to get my own back even more.

When Natalie invited me to another house party on the coming Friday, I knew I had my chance. I was pretty sure Natalie would try it again, but that night, I was going to be ready for her. I was going to take control and turn the tables on Natalie.

The party started as usual, with the standard student drinking and noise and debauchery. Natalie was soon kissing me with rising enthusiasm. She asked, all innocent like, if I wanted to sneak away and find an empty bedroom upstairs.

Sure.

There was an unoccupied room. We switched on a low lamp before we fell onto the double bed in there together, kissing and groping and rubbing one another.

But as Natalie fumbled with the front of my jeans, as she tried to take my hard dick out, for once, I stopped her. "I know you did it on purpose," I said to her.

Natalie's brow furrowed as she stared into my face. "Did what on purpose?"

"Last time. At the party. When you sucked me off in front of everyone. I know you arranged it."

"What? You're crazy," Natalie replied, but she couldn't have looked more guilty. And as I gazed back into her eyes, I could see she knew that I was fully aware she was lying.

"It was a rush, but I can't let tricking me like that go unpunished, can I?" I said.

Natalie looked almost as confused as she did panicked.

"You've planned it again, haven't you?"

She was about to deny it, but I saw the moment Natalie realised that would be impossible. "Yes," she whispered.

"Your friends are about to ‘accidentally' find us and come in here, right?"

Natalie nodded.

"They were going to watch you suck my cock again?"

 "I wanted them to catch us fucking." I'd never seen anyone so shamefaced as she said it.

"That might still happen."

Her eyes brightened.

"But you'll have to be punished first," I said.

"What does that…?" Natalie started to say, but she didn't get a chance to finish it. I sat up, I grabbed hold of Natalie. She squeaked in surprise as I rolled her over and pulled her across my legs.

"You'll need to be spanked for deceiving me."

"What the fuck? Spanked? No. Dan. You need to stop. People are coming." She tried to get up, but I pushed Natalie down again with my left hand splayed across her upper back. She struggled, but Natalie was so much smaller than me, I held her in place easily.

"Exactly. I want everyone to see this." I leaned down to whisper to Natalie in a kinder voice. "The safe word is red, OK? I'll only stop if you shout red. Not for anything else. Yes?"

"OK," Natalie said in a tight voice.

"No matter what else you yell, no matter if you tell me to stop, or you scream, or you beg for mercy, I won't. Is that clear?"

"Yes," she peeped.

"And you can scream and beg if you want to. It'll be more fun that way, for both of us."

"Fucking hell, Dan. You're joking, right? Let me up."

Let me up, but not our safe word. I raised my right hand high. I paused.

I took a moment to enjoy the sight of Natalie. She was lying face-down across my lap, her legs on one side of me on the bed, her upper body on the other, her butt raised over my thighs - her butt the highest part of her. It looked divine in her tight jeans, round and full and ready. I whipped my hand down, cracking across her left buttock.

It hadn't been a hard smack, but it hadn't been all that gentle either. Natalie tensed. She exhaled sharply.

I waited a moment, seeing if she'd use our safe word, but Natalie didn't. I slapped her right cheek, a little harder.

"Fuck," Natalie gasped. "That hurt, you fucking bastard."

I kept spanking Natalie as I held her down, as she complained, alternating across her buttocks, putting a little more into it each time. She began to gasp with every blow. Natalie began to squirm around in my lap. Her breathing went faster and shallower as I slapped her regardless. I added words to my treatment of Natalie, between my strikes.

"You deserve this, Natalie Briar. You need it."

Smack.

"I can't believe you tried to trick me like that."

Smack.

"I can't believe you made me come on your face in front of all those people."

Smack.

"I can't believe you thought you'd get away with it."

Smack.

The more I talked, the firmer my slaps became, the more it got to Natalie. She was breathing quick and light now. She was moaning, breathily, between her little yaps of pain. And she started to struggle, or at least Natalie pretended to.

"Get off me, you fucker."

"Not a chance."

Smack.

"How dare you!" But I could tell Natalie was getting into this now, that she was starting to play a role, playing at being the indignant brat.

"Dare? That's rich, coming from you."

Smack.

And at that moment, the bedroom door opened. A bunch of faces peaked around it, all friends of Natalie's, coincidentally. When they saw Natalie wasn't riding my cock, that instead I was restraining and spanking her, they paused. Their smiles were replaced by expressions of uncertainty.

"Come in. Take a seat. Watch," I called out to them. "I'm giving Natalie the punishment she deserves."

"No. Don't come in," Natalie whined, but they ignored her. Her friends slipped into the room. They stood right over us to get a good view.

We put on an excellent show for them. I held Natalie in place as she thrashed, as she cursed me, as she yelped, as I slapped her arse. But after five more whacks, I took her even further.

"You need more than this, Natalie Briar, after your disgraceful behaviour. You need a proper bare bottom spanking."

"No!"

"Yes."

She resisted with more panicked vigour. Natalie tried to wriggle out from under my hand, she tried to pull herself away, but I stilled her with three hard smacks. I reached beneath her to open her belt and buttons.

Her jeans were on tight, and Natalie did her best to try and stop me, but once I tugged her trousers away from her hips, once they came down from the curve of her ass, there was nothing she could do to prevent it. Natalie swore, she complained, but she never used her safe word, so I didn't even think of stopping. I hauled her jeans and her panties down to her knees to reveal her bare behind.

I kept Natalie's clothes around her lower legs, partly to trap her, partly because I knew it'd be more humiliating to have her jeans and underwear still on, and in this moment, I judged Natalie would appreciate more shaming.

Her naked derrière in my lap was magnificent, chubby and rounded, yet smooth and firm. Her skin was flushed dark pink. It was about to get redder. I lifted my hand, I brought it down across her butt once again.

Those jeans had offered her plenty of protection, we both discovered. As I spanked Natalie then, there was way more of a sting to it. There was a sharper sound of skin on flesh, a more desperate tone to Natalie's yelps. 

She kicked and fought as I slapped her exposed bottom in front of her friends, but all Natalie achieved as she wriggled, as her cheeks jiggled,  was to make an ever bigger scene of herself.

As before, like last time, more people came into the room to watch as word passed around about what was happening. As Natalie yelled and shrieked, as I whacked her with energy, people crowded around us. It looked like everyone at the party was trying to get into the bedroom to see.

They talked and passed comment and cheered as they watched on, as they saw it all, as Natalie went to pieces as she realised how big our audience was. She yelled, she screamed, she kicked her legs hard. Natalie began to beg, pleading for me to stop, to let her go, to show her mercy, but it was clear it was an act she was putting on, it was clear Natalie was adoring it all.

I spread her crimson buttocks to show everyone Natalie's glistening cunt and her pink little asshole, to really drive home her shame. I told Natalie everyone in there could see it all. She groaned as I held her open.

I spanked Natalie until she was quivering and shrieking, until she was humping my lap and grinding her pussy into my leg. When I finally lowered my right hand, it was aching and burning. I could only imagine how Natalie's ass felt. It looked inflamed and swollen, yet Natalie couldn't seem to stop grinding herself into me. She looked feverishly horny. I put my fingers on her cunt. I'd never felt her more soaking.

Natalie moaned expressively, with real relief and need, as I slid into her, as I screwed her as she lay across my lap.

"She's drenched," I said to the room as I raised that hand high again, my fingers aloft. "Should I fuck her?"

Everyone clapped and yelled their agreement.

To be continued?