A NEW LIFE
Chapter 11

That special day during the week had arrived and Karen wondered what it would bring. She hadn't been yelled at all week. Maybe she wouldn't get spanked this week? Karen quietly walked in. "Well you were close, but you still owe me for lying to me. Let's get this over with. Go to your room and get ready. I'll be up shortly," he calmly stated.

She had almost forgotten he had told her she would be spanked for that. Karen meekly climbed the stairs and walked into her room. Although she would normally close her door it seemed pointless to do so. Her door was for privacy, but he was going to see her anyway. She dropped her books onto her desk and looked at herself in the mirror.

Karen kicked off her shoes and dropped her shorts. She knew he would be there shortly to spank her and, as embarrassed as she would be, to look at her nakedness. Her panties puddled onto her shorts at her feet. She looked at the girl in her mirror. She had a triangle of hair at her pussy signifying she was growing up. Karen liked having hair, but was unsure if she wanted to keep it. A lot of her friends shaved theirs off, especially the older girls. They said having hair showed she wasn't grown up; only young girls had hair.

She didn't understand why, but she lifted her top off, exposing her bra. That too she lifted off and looked at the naked girl in her mirror. Karen hated the fact she liked him seeing her completely naked. Girls weren't supposed to like getting naked and having men look at them, but it excited her. Just standing there, knowing he was going to see her, was making her pussy wet already.

Karen stared at herself. Maybe she was being too obvious. He told her to get ready to get spanked. That meant she had to take her pants off, but he hadn't told her to take all her clothes off. She turned slightly to pick up her bra and noticed him standing in her doorway watching her and she knew it was too late to partially dress now.

He walked over and sat on her bed. This was the part she perhaps hated the most. She had to stand in front of him with her hands at her sides, completely exposed to him, and he would lecture her about what she had done wrong. Wasn't it bad enough she was going to get spanked? ...bad enough she had to take her pants off in front of him? Did he have to make her stand there so he could look at her naked body?

Karen only half listened to him as he began lecturing her. Her head was down not wanting him to see her face. "Look at me when I talk to you!" he snapped. She looked up and he began talking to her again. "Do you like having no pants on in front of me?" he asked.

Had he noticed her wet pussy? Could he somehow tell she liked him seeing her naked? "No!" she denied.

"Do you like me spanking you?" he challenged.

"No," she mumbled. She didn't like getting spanked. Her face flushed as she also thought of the results of her getting spanked. Not the hurt, but the part her body liked and she hated her body liking it.

"If you behaved and stopped doing things wrong I wouldn't have to spank you. At least you only did one thing wrong this week – lying to me, but that is a very serious offense. Lay down on your bed and pay the price for that," he ordered as he stood up.

Karen meekly walked over to her bed, climbed on it, and lay face down with her head turned away from him. Her bare ass was now exposed to him and she waited for his hand to start abusing her tender skin. As much as she dreaded what was going to happen, her pussy was getting wetter.

"Roll over... on your back," he ordered. Puzzled, she did as he told her too. "Pull your knees to your chest," he commanded. Her eyes widened. What was he going to do to her? "Do it!" he snapped. Afraid not to do as he told her, Karen lifted her legs and brought her knees to her chest. Her face turned bright red, not just because of her position, but the fact her pussy was protruding between her legs and, even though her legs were tight together, there was no way to cover her now completely exposed pussy.

His forearm went to the back of her knees pinning her in the position she was in. Shortly after his other hand slapped her upturned ass making her jump as that unwelcome vibration went to her clit. His spanks didn't seem as hard as usual, but still produced the burn stinging her tender ass.

Karen's eyes widened as a spank connected with her exposed pussy lips. The sting was intense, but so was the pleasure. She began protesting and squirming in an attempt to make him stop spanking her, even though she knew that wouldn't happen. The burn on her ass seemed to be migrating toward her pussy and was only intensified by the burn on her pussy lips.

While squirming her legs seemed to open a bit and when his spank landed on her pussy lips, it also hit her clit, sending a powerful jolt throughout her body. The intensity was almost more than she could bear and her legs tried to push up, but his forearm stopped her movement. When the next spank hit her clit her body exploded. She pushed her legs against his strong forearm and, at the same time, her knees went to her shoulders, opening her pussy even more.

Her chest heaved as she tried to pull more air into her lungs. Her body involuntarily thrashed as her orgasm took control of her body. Waves of pleasure washed over her blocking out everything else. She hadn't realized before how intense an orgasm could be. Karen almost passed out before her climax finally ebbed and her body started to settle.

Karen's body seemed to go limp as she recovered. She realized he had stopped spanking her, but was still holding her legs. He slowly lowered them though and when he released them they seemed to just flop to the side leaving her pussy gaping between them. She didn't have the energy to move though nor did she have the desire. Why try to hide her body at this point?

He stood up, walked to her bureau, then sat back down on the bed. "Lift," he said softly as he showed her the jar of cream. The burn was already beginning to return to her freshly spanked ass, so she did as he asked. It was an effort, but she lifted her legs enough to get her hands behind her knees, then pulled, parting her legs as she did.

He unscrewed the lid, dipped his fingers in, then started to rub the cream on her red ass, putting out the fire. "More," he muttered as he pushed on her hand behind her knees. Somehow she managed to pull her legs up a bit more. The cool cream felt good on her burning skin.

A slippery finger slid along her ass crack and across her exposed asshole. As disturbing as that was, it felt good too, so she made no protest. It was a new sensation to her. Like every young girl, she had tried putting a pen into her ass. It felt strange, but also felt good to have something inside her. He had also taken her temperature there and as embarrassing as it was, she liked it.

Karen's eyes closed as she savored the feelings he was producing as he rubbed her asshole. What he was doing didn't enter her mind, only how it felt. The finger left, but returned quickly and it felt a little more slippery. She felt pressure, then felt the tip of his finger go into her. Her eyes opened. His finger was definitely inside her, but wasn't too deep.

A slight smile formed on her face as his finger seemed to push into her, back out some, then push back in. Karen wasn't sure how she felt about that. It didn't feel bad, but it wasn't an "object" inside her, it was him. Before she could react or even form an opinion, his finger pulled out of her.

He dipped into the jar of cream again and his hand went to her red pussy. His palm slid up her slit brushing her engorged clit as it passed over, making her breath suck in. As he began rubbing her pussy, Karen released her legs and let them flop open giving him ample access to her. He shifted positions and turned his hand, but continued to rub.

A second orgasm was quickly approaching. Her clit felt like it was vibrating as his hand lightly skinned over it as it poked out between her pussy lips. With her strength renewed, Karen dug her heels into the mattress, tilted her hips, and pushed her pussy up pressing into his hand. She gasped as her climax hit.

Karen's hips began pumping, mashing her pussy against his palm. Her legs were wide, displaying her pussy. Karen's eyes were closed as soft groans escaped her lips and her orgasm overwhelmed her body. "No more!" she gasped.

His hand left her and she slowly recovered, even though exhausted. She didn't have the strength yet to move even though her legs were still splayed. He stood up, looked at her, and softly said, "Go get cleaned up; maybe a bath."