This 2,700-word short story originally appeared in Zane's lesbian collection Purple Panties. The piece focuses on panties, punishment, and the perfect type of penance.
Excerpt:
"I'm not walking naked down the hall," I heard myself tell her, taking a stand. It was a test. Would she pass? Would I?
Doreen shook her head. "Here I am, trying to help out a poor girl in need, and all I'm getting is lip."
She was towering over me in seconds, dragging me by the ear to the wooden bench in front of the showers. Then she sat down and hauled me over her lap and her hand came down in a series of supremely stinging slaps, blows that had me squirming and kicking from the start.
I'd been fantasizing about being spanked for longer than I could remember, but I'd had no idea of what the actual pain involved might be. The pain, and of course, the pleasure. Because both came together. I could hardly wrap my mind around the fact that this gorgeous woman whom I'd never even been formally introduced to was now heating my curvaceous hind end. But she was, talking darkly as she spanked me, "Bad girl needs a bit of a tune-up, I'd say. Lose some of that haughty attitude. Next time I'm going to send you out to cut your own switch," and I almost came right then.
Doreen shoved me off her lap.
"Now," she said, "I'd suggest you follow me to my room."
Excerpt:
"I'm not walking naked down the hall," I heard myself tell her, taking a stand. It was a test. Would she pass? Would I?
Doreen shook her head. "Here I am, trying to help out a poor girl in need, and all I'm getting is lip."
She was towering over me in seconds, dragging me by the ear to the wooden bench in front of the showers. Then she sat down and hauled me over her lap and her hand came down in a series of supremely stinging slaps, blows that had me squirming and kicking from the start.
I'd been fantasizing about being spanked for longer than I could remember, but I'd had no idea of what the actual pain involved might be. The pain, and of course, the pleasure. Because both came together. I could hardly wrap my mind around the fact that this gorgeous woman whom I'd never even been formally introduced to was now heating my curvaceous hind end. But she was, talking darkly as she spanked me, "Bad girl needs a bit of a tune-up, I'd say. Lose some of that haughty attitude. Next time I'm going to send you out to cut your own switch," and I almost came right then.
Doreen shoved me off her lap.
"Now," she said, "I'd suggest you follow me to my room."