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Bad Habits Need Hard Measures

Date: 11/5/2014, Categories: Spanking, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 20, Source: LushStories

you’re quite good yourself.” She let go of my hand, but her fingertips trailed over my palm. The buzz got stronger. “Miranda.” I ripped my gaze from Jenny and looked at Becca. She was impatiently patting her lap. My breath started to fly. She really wanted to spank me in front of Jenny. “Please?” I whispered imploringly. She answered with barely perceptible shake of her head and tapped her thigh again. I groaned quietly, and the flush on my skin intensified. I could have run back up to my room. But I hadn’t smoked a single cigarette since Becca had established these “preventive spankings”, and I couldn’t afford to fall back into my habit. I bent over her lap, caught my weight on my arms, closed my eyes and tried to forget that my naked backside was lewdly sticking up just an arm’s length from Jenny. “You’re going to spank her?” Jenny’s voice was full of wonder. “Yes, she has a bad habit, and this appears to be the only thing that works in keeping her from it.” I realized that she didn’t say what my habit was. It could be anything. I suddenly felt dizzy. I was stark naked, spread over the thighs of my beautiful roommate. The conclusions Jenny would undoubtedly come to weren’t hard to imagine. But it was too late. A mighty slap echoed in the room, and my body shook forward. A long, drawn-out protest left my throat, and fiery heat shot through my backside. Becca spanked me long and hard, as if making a show of it for Jenny’s sake, whose eyes I could feel on me and add to my ... embarrassment. I whined and sobbed and wailed when particularly hard swats rocked my backside, and the forbidden buzz between my legs grew stronger and stronger. I panted hard, and I feared that I would come from the spanking alone. I almost sobbed with relief when Becca stopped, glad that I didn’t give them that spectacle, but when I tried to get up, her hand on my lower back stopped me. “Stay like this a little longer,” she instructed. “We’ve discovered that both the pain of the spanking and the embarrassment of the situation work in tandem in keeping her from her habit.” “And you spank her every day?” “Every two hours.” Jenny gasped. “Really? And it’s not doing any damages?” “None at all. Here, you can feel for yourself.” I froze. “I don’t know if I should…” “Nonsense. I told you that embarrassment is a part of it. It’ll even help in curing her.” “Are you sure? She won’t mind?” Becca giggled. “She will mind, but she knows it’s for her benefit. Touch it - in fact, touch everywhere you like.” I couldn’t believe this! But then cool fingers were on my bum, and - they felt wonderful. My breath hitched. They roamed all over my backside, gently stroking, pressing a little, and I couldn’t contain the pleasured gasps. This seemed to encourage her, because her fingers roamed dangerously close to the cleft between my buttocks, then lower and lower. My legs stiffened. She wouldn’t? “Yes, that’s okay. Like I told you, everywhere,” I heard Becca answer an unspoken question. Then the fingers ...