In my last story from my childhood, I told you about my spanking encounters being babysat by a girl called Sophie – and how her friend Elise was suddenly lined up as a substitute sitter for me one night.
Well, Elise duly arrived that evening. From one of the windows in the lounge I watched her come up the path. She was a bit heavier than Sophie, but just as pretty – her extra few pounds made her face more rounded and erotic, at least I thought so. My foster mother quickly opened the front door and let Elise in and at the same time went out to get to the hospital on time.
Like a toddler, I then peeped into the hallway round the door of the lounge and saw Elise taking her coat off. Immediately it was obvious that she was much more modest than Sophie – her skirt came down to the middle of her calves and her blouse was buttoned right up to her chin. She turned and saw me looking at her, and said ‘hello’ rather tentatively. It was pretty clear that she was nowhere near as jolly or outgoing as Sophie, either, but she walked right into the lounge and we both sat down.
And there we waited for something to happen. It was difficult to think of something to break the ice. She asked where I went to school, what I wanted to be when I grew up, that sort of thing, and I asked her what she was doing now although I already knew – she was attending the same secretarial school as Sophie. But after every question and answer there was a prolonged silence until one of us thought of something else to say.
Then Elise spied a box on a shelf advertising its contents – Ludo, the board game. She asked if I knew how to play and if I’d like a game. As I told her, I’d only played once and not at all well. But it seemed a good way of getting over the awkwardness. We took the box to the kitchen table, where I was much amused to see she gave a little soundless gasp when sitting on down on the hard wooden chair. Had Elise got a sore bottom? Whatever, I didn’t let on that I’d seen her do that. It would be best left until later, I judged.
We took the board and pieces with the dice out of the box. She was yellow and I was red, so we were at opposite corners. But before we started I enlightened her about the previous evening, leaving out what Sophie said about Elise.
When I told her that Sophie had given me a spanking ‘with love’, Elise smiled a bit and said nothing. But when I told her about Sophie’s mother catching her daughter lifting her knickers at the side to show me the pinkness of her lower bottom, and the consequence that Sophie’s mother had given her a spanking ’with love’, Elise laughed even though her face took on a rather severe look.
“Sophie deserves much more than she gets,” Elise told me. “Believe me, her, er, sit-upon should always be redder than the rest of her.”
I feigned surprise. ‘Don’t you call it a bottom?’ I asked. ‘I’ve never heard it called anything else.’ Actually I had, but it felt odd to say them in the strained atmosphere.
Sophie turned a bit pink herself. “It seems to me,” she said, “that ‘bottom’ is a rather odd name for that part, seeing as it’s not the lowest point on the body. Also the word seems a bit common, although not nearly so much so as other slang words for it. ‘Sit-upon’ is not only more accurate, but more genteel as well.”
I tried not to snicker. I liked the word ‘bottom’ more than all other names for it, particularly when a lady said it with a very slight hiss in the middle. It sounded sexy!
We started to play the game. The soreness I’d experienced from three spankings the previous day was almost gone. And I wanted to talk about the subject as much as possible with Elise. After we’d each rolled the die one and neither of us got a six, I proposed to my sitter that we make the game interesting – that the winner would give the loser a softish spanking ‘with love’.
Elise drew in her breath sharply and was on the point of turning the idea down flat, but then evidently remembered that I’d only played Ludo once before. And her face now took on the same sort of naughty look that so often crossed Sophie’s face. “All right,’ she said, “you’re on!”
As I quickly discovered, Elise was very good at Ludo. I only knew the rudiments of the game, and moved one token at a time – only, of course, to have Elise land on that square and send my token back to base. At the same time, she skilfully moved all her tokens round the board and quickly got them all home.
Elise was delighted but very firm. “Shorts off!” she announced with an enormous smirk in her voice. She took me by the arm while I was unbuttoning my shorts and steered me toward the sofa in the lounge. She sat down, waited until I was only in my pants and pulled me by one hand over her lap, whisking down my undies once I was in position.
The spanking she gave me wasn’t particularly softer than all the others I’d had, but it still wasn’t very painful, except for the ‘last one for luck’ which she gleefully dealt me. But the hug I got afterwards was the nicest I’d ever had. Up close, Elise was extremely pretty, and her slightly chubbier body was so warm and comforting. I wanted the hug to continue all evening. Elise didn’t seem to mind when I kissed her cheek, although I didn’t dare try to do the same to her lips.
The encounter ended abruptly with my foster mother’s early return – her shift at the hospital had been changed to another night, so she had been cleared to go home after only half her shift that evening. She giggled at the sight of my pink bare bottom – after all, a spanking from my babysitter was nothing new. Elise rose from the sofa, bade us goodnight, and vanished.
That weekend, we were expecting a long visit from my foster mother’s younger sister – I suppose she was really my foster-aunt, but we didn’t acknowledge that. My foster mother had to work both Friday and Saturday night, so she didn’t bother arranging someone to sit with me. Her younger sister was more than willing to fill that role, although Elise had been asked to come again on Sunday night.
When we were alone on the Friday night, I asked my foster-aunt if she’d ever played Ludo. Fortunately she considered herself rather a ‘dab-hand’ at the game, having won her girls’ school’s championship a few years before. So I asked her to teach me some of the best strategies, which she was pleased to do. She and I played at least three games on each of Friday and Saturday nights, and despite the fact that her own position was disadvantaged, my foster-aunt prompted me to make particular moves in my favour. I was a quick learner.
By the time she left on Sunday afternoon, I was quite proficient at Ludo – and an hour or so later Elise arrived. Some initial awkwardness soon wore off, and I challenged her to another game of Ludo. Elise readily agreed, and once we were ready for our first rolls, with a little significant smile she quietly and prettily asked me: “Same thing? Loser gets a spanking?” “Of course!” I agreed, “even though you did well at giving me one last time!” I made a show of rubbing my bum, and Elise giggled.
Armed with my new knowledge of Ludo strategy, I began to gain ground quickly on my opponent, and Elise’s beautiful forehead was frowning with anxiety as the game wore on. The closer I got to winning the game, the heavier Elise was breathing – though not in an aroused way. It was obvious she never thought she’d have to submit to a spanking from a male, particularly one younger than she was, and even if it was ‘softish’ and ‘with love’.
Finally, we got to the stage where the outcome of the game depended on who got the necessary dice roll first. Elise needed two and I needed a one. After a few rolls each which helped neither of us, I threw the dice and stared down in wonder at the single dot facing up. I had won! I heard Elise now draw in her breath sharply.
For a brief moment, I thought Elise would simply make a run for it. But she stiffened her resolve and a look of pride came to her face – she seemed almost resigned to her fate. And she tried her best to get out of it. “I’m a bit taller and wider than you,” she told me, “so it won’t do for me to lie across your lap. We can both stand up and you can just give me a few little smacks on the seat of my skirt.”
“No fear!’ I replied. “I can sit as far back as possible and you’ll be able to get over my knee without much trouble. You can take your skirt off now, because it’s so long I won’t be able to get it right up when you’re in position. Shoes should come off too.”
Elise went pale. “I can’t take my skirt off!” she said. “No male has ever seen me in my knickers – at least since I was a little girl, and then they showed naturally. You can do it over what I’ve got on. And let’s get on with it – one or two pats, and that’s all you get!”
“You spanked my bare bottom!” I replied indignantly, “so I should at least be able to smack you over your knickers while you’re over my lap.” Elise relaxed just a bit, seeing she’d secured the modesty of keeping her knickers on. I sat back as far as possible on the sofa and waited. Elise sighed and moved towards me. Then she slowly took off her shoes and, her face blushing as red as Sophie’s bottom had been, she undid her skirt and reluctantly took it off.
The sort of knickers Elise was wearing were no surprise – they were thick and covered not only all that knickers were designed to hide but a lot of her back and a bit of her thighs as well. Elise inserted both thumbs under her knickers at the back above her thighs and made sure none of her bottom was showing, then reluctantly draped herself across my lap. The sofa had no arms, and her head protruded over the edge at the side, so she put her arms over the side as well and grasped the lower bit of the sofa.
I made her wait a minute or two, building up my courage. Eventually, Elise hissed: “Get on with it, then! Let’s get it over with!”
At this, I steeled myself, very gently inserted my fingers in the top hem of Elise’s knickers on each side, and quickly rucked them down to her knees. This move was accompanied by a squeal of protest from Elise, telling me again that no male had seen her bare bottom since she was out of nappies, and having me look at it was horrible.
I reminded her that she’d taken my own pants down and fair was fair. That pacified her a bit, although she kept on objecting. But I wasn’t listening – Elise’s bottom was far more beautiful than Sophie’s.
Eventually, I felt a bit ashamed at making her lie there without a real reason (other than my young lust), so I raised my hand and began to spank her. I tried to match Sophie’s mother’s technique of having the part of my palm just below my fingers landing right in the middle of her bottom, but it didn’t seem to work very well. Perhaps I just needed practice!
After a few minutes of smacking, Elise began to sob quietly. I reluctantly decided that she’d had enough, particularly since her bottom had turned from its natural colouring to quite a prominent red. I told her the ‘last one for luck’ was coming and gave her the hardest spank I could, on as near the middle of her bottom as possible.
And I’ll never forget what happened next. I had my hands near her arms to try to lift her up for a hug, but I needn’t have bothered. Just as the ‘spank for luck’ landed, Elise swung herself around and upright, put her arms round me and cuddled me as closely and as firmly as possible. Her face was initially against my chest, and she rubbed her eyes on it to get rid of her tears. Then she moved herself up and frantically kissed my lips for several minutes. I loved it – so did she!
But deep kissing, however enjoyable initially, becomes old quickly. Elise eventually disengaged herself and stood up, hurriedly pulling her knickers back into their proper position.
For the rest of the evening, Elise and I talked about spankings. I mentioned what Sophie had told me about Elise’s spanking at the hands of Sophie’s mother. Elise giggled and told me Sophie’s mum had a very hard hand.
Then I told Elise about my spanking from Sophie and how I’d seen her get her own bottom smacked later that evening. Elise thought that was very funny, and told me she’d seen Sophie getting her ‘sit-upon’ warmed several times, and enjoyed each one more than the last. I told Elise that her bottom was much sexier and more beautiful than Sophie’s – she blushed again, but thanked me profusely.
The evening went by much too quickly, but it was one of the best times of my life. Sadly, I was reassigned to a new foster mother soon afterwards, so I never saw Elise again. But I’ll never forget her – or her bottom!
Contributor: Alan