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Spanking Stories - Annies PantiesFor most young women, their only worries about their underpants involve whether or not enough clean pairs are available at the end of the week - or maybe for the more adventurous ladies, whether or not their lovers buy them some fancy lingerie for Valentines Day. Annie, however, was no ordinary young woman. At 19-years old she was exceptionally smart, attractive and well into her career as a stockbroker trainee. But Annie had more dramatic concerns regarding her panties than any other young woman she knew. Annie was always mature for her age and as a girl she had been quite a handful for her soft-hearted parents. Annie was an only child and quite expert at "getting her way." Always a "Daddy's girl," Annie learned early the value of charming people with her sparkling eyes, sweet smile and quick mind. But Annie could also be quite bratty, and when "charm" didn't work she was adept at using temper tantrums, stamping her feet, crossing her arms, scowling, whining and out-right sassing back. Annie's parents, friends, teachers etc. were always taken aback when the sweet girl turned into the snappy brat, and Annie got her way every time. She learned to feel superior to almost everyone, and by the time she was done with high school, she had added her sex appeal to her tactics. The "boys" always wanted Annie's company, but her superior intellect and selfish ways usually kept the boys at bay - right where she wanted them! Annie could use her good looks and cheerful spirit to attract the guys, then she'd use her temper tantrums to keep the boys in line. When all her friends were choosing colleges, Annie was planning to get rich. She skipped more schooling and went directly into a Stockbroker Training program. The lure of big time stock trading, all the risk, glamour, and money money money were just what Annie yearned for. Unfortunately, at that time, Annie wasn't yet rich! The training program cost an arm and a leg and though Annie charmed and badgered her folks into putting up half the tuition, she had to turn to another source for the rest of the money. It was appropriate for her to borrow the money from her mentor, John Tattali. "Uncle John," was not only a family friend from before Annie was born, he was also the reason Annie was so entranced with the world of high finance. John was an Executive Vice President of a major stock/bond trading firm in a big city. All her life Annie had admired her "Uncle John." He would blow into town, dressed in quality suits, in a fancy new car every time, immaculately-groomed and smelling of aftershave and gold cards. Little Annie would jumping into his lap and turn on her best charm until John produced whatever really cool present he'd brought her this time. But John was different. As long as Annie could recall, John was the only person who never fell for her "brat act." He was usually so nice, Annie was on her best behavior, but the few times John witnessed Annie's sassy manipulation of her parents, John would just scoff and suggest Annie needed "her bottom warmed." Annie had heard of spankings, of course, some of her friends got spanked. But Annie's father had only smacked her bottom once, when she was seven years old. It was only two slaps, one to each buttock under her jeans, but Annie had screeched and screamed so much Annie's father was afraid to ever spank her again! For John's part, he felt sorry for both Annie and her folks. John believed in proper discipline and he hated to see Annie's natural talents go undirected. John always recognized Annie's incredible intelligence, easy charm and ambitious spirit, but he always felt Annie wasn't achieving the grades or accomplishments she could have because no one dared to focused her talents. So when Annie asked John for a job and a loan, the consummate businessman saw a good deal. Broker Trainees as sharp and dedicated... and beautiful... didn't come along often, so he agreed to advance Annie half her tuition and set her up with a job in the mail room at his firm. Annie got what she wanted, as usual, because he told her that if she passed her course and earned her Broker's license he would wave her tuition debt and hire her as a Broker. But it was different with John, because he also made her promise that if she slacked off, or failed, she would owe him the money back. A year later, Annie celebrated her passing grade for her Brokers' Exam by calling her best friend Selena. Annie bragged, without sounding like bragging, that she had cleaned up, passed the test with flying colors, top of the class. Selena wasn't surprised. Her friend had long ago moved up from the mail room (where Selena still worked) so that Annie was now a floor runner, so she worked on the actual stock sales floor where she delivered stock orders, sandwiches and anything else the "real" brokers barked for. Annie had combined her boundless talent, sweet personality and her patented pout into advancement in the firm, without any help from her mentor, John, who had sworn off any "preferential treatment" of Annie within the firm. Annie was on the brink of her future of wealth, and she was so proud she couldn't help shocking Selena by hinting that she had "scoped out" the Stockbrokers Exam. Even Selena knew that in the firm, the term "scoped out" was slang for inside dope... cheating. Annie played reluctant to explain, but Selena knew her amazing friend was gleeful about how she had managed to sweet-talk a technician out of a computer password which lead her to a copy of last years' Broker Exam. So she hadn't actually "cheated," the test changes every year, but enough of the questions were familiar so that Annie had a distinct advantage over all the other applicants. Selena shook her head, once again surprised at the tenacity and cleverness of her friend, but neither of them knew then that Annie's little trick was no longer their secret, because John, had overheard Annie's bragging confession through the office intercom, which Selena had accidentally left on! Luckily, this event took place after everyone else had gone home except for John and the girls. So Annie was spared having the whole Brokerage House hear how she cheated on the test, but Annie was not spared the consequences her mentor, John, had in mind. John was furious at his young protege, but he was calm as he interrupted the girl's chat by shooing Selena out and then leading Annie to his corner office. Annie didn't know what was going on but she didn't like John's stern demeanor and she tried kidding him as he leaned back on his desk, with Annie standing in front of him. John wasn't kidding as he began lecturing Annie about what he'd overheard. Annie blushed red and interrupted him to protest her innocence, she was just joking, he misunderstood, etc. but John held up his hand and sternly ordered her to "Stop lying, and making it worse!" John proceeded with a blistering scolding as to how irresponsible, immature and bratty Annie had been. Annie was fuming! How dare he talk to her this way!? But she bit her tongue when she heard John's professional declaration that Annie had cheated and thereby forfeited her right to a Brokers' License and a real job with the firm! Annie slipped into her "charm" mode, shy smile, batting eyelids and tried to assure John that she'd be good from now on, work hard, keep her nose clean... after all, John knew her since she was "this high" and we could keep this little secret among family, right? John stared for a minute, making Annie feel self conscious and angry that he could be so calm while her tummy was full of butterflies. Just when Annie began to hope, John shook his head and told her how he was sorry he'd loaned Annie money to get her license, and how in his opinion she had failed to honestly earn the license... and now she must keep her promise to pay him back! Since the "charm" hadn't worked, Annie automatically fell back into her "brat mode." She crossed her arms, stuck out her chin and tossed her hair. "Com'n John! Be real! So I helped myself on the test a little! Give me a break!"... she went on and on, self righteous as could be. "Hush up girl!" John finally snapped. Then he informed Annie that he wished they really were "family," because he knew just what she needed, "a good spanking!" Annie was shocked into silence as she listened to John tell her she had two choices, quit the firm and pay him back the loan, OR keep her cheating a secret, stay on with the firm, and "pay back" the loan by accepting her punishment! A spanking! Poor Annie was speechless. A spanking!? She'd been spanked only once and remembered how she'd cowed her father ever after. But all of her dreams of wealth and power hinged on her decision. If John exposed her cheating, she'd lose everything for which she'd worked so hard! And even if she wouldn't admit it, she felt guilty at abusing John's trust and mentoring. Annie never actually agreed to take her spanking, she just couldn't accept such juvenile treatment, but somehow John knew her silence meant "yes" and he put a chair in the middle of the room, sat down, and called Annie over. Whateva! Annie snorted. Like she would meekly obey! She backed away, shaking her head, her hands behind her. John snorted and came after her, grabbing her arm and pulled her toward the chair. Annie dug in her heels, pulled back, and found her voice. "NO! You can't do this to me! Stop!" she broke away from John for a split second, but he was too quick and grabbed her again, this time tugging her to the chair despite her protests. "I'm too old for this! You can't spank me!" Annie whined and stamped her foot just before she felt herself upended right across John's knees. She felt her head pushed down, her kicking feet came up and she was pinned firmly, pelvis to pelvis, over John's lap. Annie felt John's hard palm clamp on her up thrust behind and she went rigid with fear and loathing. Annie always got her way! She couldn't believe this man would stand up to her this way! She could feel the wide warmth of John's hand through her linen skirt, and she could feel how the midi skirt shimmied up her thighs. Annie stopped struggling, made her voice calm, and announced, "This has gone too far John! Let me up right this instant or I will scream so loud the cops'll come! Just wait until I tell my parents! Let ME GO NOW!" John admired Annie's courage, she would make a good broker, once he taught her some manners. "I fully intend to hear you scream," John pronounced. "But I'm the only one who can hear you. And if you wish to call your parents right now, and admit you cheated and lost your job, that's fine with me. "But you ARE going to be spanked, young lady! Your parents should have spanked you years ago. You've been a sassy brat for way too long and you are going to learn to be polite now!" For an instant Annie's mind raced, she was confused and scared, then... WHAP! WHAP! the first two spanks landed, one on each of her cheeks. It didn't really hurt at all, but Annie bucked and bellowed like she'd been shot, "OWWW! OKAY! THAT'S ENOUGH!" John only chuckled and WHACK! SMACK! two more slaps bounced across the seat of her skirt. Annie jerked to free herself, kicking her legs wildly, screeching "DAMN YOU! STOP IT!" But John held her tight and began to spank, spank, spank... his hard palm clapping her buns one after the other. Annie kept her threat, as she began screaming at the top of her lungs. Not out of pain, the stern slaps were just warming her fanny, but out of humiliation and outrage. Here she was, 19 years old, held down across a man's lap for a spanking! It was too much, but all her screaming did was make her throat hoarse, as John kept right on spank, spank, spanking her. Annie cursed, oh how she could cuss! But John was determined to spank the sass out of her and after a good five minutes of spanking Annie's behind began to heat up for real. She finally figured enough was enough, and she instantly silenced herself and stopped struggling, laying limp. This caused John to stop spanking her, but he kept her pinned and asked, "Are you ready to accept your spanking now, you brat?" OOohhhh that was too much! But Annie bit her tongue and hissed, "You made your point. Let's just leave it at that. You can lemme go now." Annie listened for a response but was surprised when John just yanked her closer to him and threw his leg across her ankles, pinning her even more firmly over his lap! WHAP! WHAP WHAP! SMACK! Annie groaned and gasped and was at a loss for words. Then, the spanking stopped and Annie felt fingers tugging up her skirt! "No!," she yelled, and clamped her right hand onto her ass, keeping her skirt down. John was too strong for her and he pinned her arm out of the way and wrestled the skirt above the girl's desperately squirming hips. Annie's face grew hot as she felt the man's eyes, then his hand, all over the sheer pantyhose and yellow satin panties covering her pert fanny. "You jerk! Bastard!" Annie cursed and she raised up her legs, curling her heels back to protect her bottom. John pressed down hard on her behind and lightly tugged her arm higher up her back to hold the thrashing brat still. "Owww!" Annie gasped, "Leggo! You're hurting my arm!" "Then keep still!" John barked. "And get those legs DOWN!" He emphasized the order by running his strong hand down her thighs, forcing her slim legs back down. Annie held still, catching her breath, grateful when John held her arm back down against her hip. She lay limply, anger and submission dancing in her psyche. "You are going to be spanked, little lady," John rubbed in the words as he rubbed her fanny. "And I will not stop spanking you until you behave and drop your little brat act!" Annie clenched her muscles, preparing to attack, but John reminded her, "Remember Annie. You need this spanking like you need your job!" So Annie just held her breath as her spanking continued with John's very hard WHAP WHAP SMACKing heating her underwear all over her bottom and thighs. SMACK WHACK SMACK she couldn't believe how much more the spank stung without her skirt for protection. So this was what a real spanking was like, Annie thought as she forgot her fury to concentrate on the warm, warmer and warmest heat building behind her. John was methodical and firm in his punishment technique. He delivered a score of serious slaps across his protege's backside. He was a little surprised that the girl was holding still and silent. John did his best to be professional about this, banning from his thoughts the sexual lure of Annie's fancy pants ass. SMACK WHACK WHACK... Annie felt the opposite as she bit her tongue against the increasing sting and began to consider how sexy she must look, and feel, to John as the man's eyes and palm covered her nearly-naked backside and she felt the heat between their crotches. WHACK WHACK WHACK... Annie gasped, groaned, trying to keep quiet in defiance, as she cooked up a new plan in her mind. "Please... please John," Annie moaned in her "husky" voice. "I'm sorry. I've learned my lesson... " John was so surpassed at these contrite words, he stopped spanking and caught his own breath. Annie smiled to herself, and took the opportunity to roll around on John's lap, wriggle her cute butt and feel for any growing lump in John's lap! "I'm SO sorry!," Annie whimpered, "I'll be good now John. You want me to be good to you?" Annie cooed as she pressed her crotch down and spread her thighs. John almost fell for it. But Annie had gone a touch too far and suddenly John could read her devious mind. He tightened his grip ominously and challenged his charge. "False apologies and outrageous flirting will get you nowhere, girl. If you think I enjoy punishing you, you are only half right. It's not your bottom I care about, brat, it's your attitude. My only concern is to offer you the correction which will teach you to fulfill your potential. It's not my fault that brats like you learn best by having their bottoms spanked." John's voice was almost soothing, and Annie suddenly felt secure over his lap, she felt warm all over because she could tell how much he really cared for her. Then Annie felt his fingers slip into the waistband of her pantyhose! "BUT?!" she whinnied, shocked for a second, as John slide her hose and panties half-off her behind. Annie jerked up, yanked her hand free, grabbed a fistful of panty hose and curled her legs up fiercely, kicking John's hand with her heels, her shoes having long ago been lost. "GAWD!" Annie shrieked, "What are you DOING?" She turned her head and looked into John's eyes, using her best "poor me pout." John almost had to laugh, young Annie looked so cute, big teary eyes wide open, scarlet complexion, sexy bottom lip sticking out. "Annie... " he sighed, then quick as a cat he snatched her hand off her pantyhose, pinned her completely across his lap and resumed baring her pink, warm bottom. "If you don't hold still, and take your spanking, I'm going to take off my belt!" Annie was so scared she hesitated, and by the time she reverted to brat mode it was too late. Her legs were clenched firmly behind, her head forced down to the carpet, and her underpants were bunched around her knees! "I'll sue you! Asshole!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Anne kicked as much as she could, threw herself about in a limited way and screeched obscenities, threats, anything she could think of to insult her tormentor. SLAP SLAP SMACK! Annie's histrionics earned her half a dozen spanks, which re-lit the fire smoldering in her behind. SMACK SLAP WHACK the man's strong fingers burned white marks all over Annie's pink flesh. She continued to struggle, helplessly, and felt the first real tears of humiliation and pain dribble down her cheeks as she heard John issue his last announcement. "Listen to me!" John scolded, resting his broad palm on the girl's trim bare bottom. "This spanking is for cheating on the test and for me giving you a job anyway." WHACK SMACK! Annie jerked at the sting and twisted miserably as John continued talking. "But you also reneged on my loan to you. You promised to pay me back if you didn't pass the test. And if I reported you for cheating you would flunk the test. So you owe me over $2,000." SMACK WHACK SPLAT... John could feel his palm cup Annie's silky hot skin and he refocussed his thoughts, "But I don't want your money, Annie. What I want is for your attitude to change! You can't go through life conning and conniving." SMACK SLAP SPANK! Annie was tiring with all her struggle and her poor fanny was really heating up. But suddenly her spanking stopped, and Annie breathed a sigh of relief. This stern man hadn't gotten the best of her! "So here's the deal," John said as he wiped his brow then placed his damp palm on Annie's perspiration-damp bare bottom. "You are going to be spanked once a month, Annie. Paying off $200 dollars a month for the next ten months. Then your debt will be clear - if you don't break any more laws or embarrass the firm again!" Annie freaked! She bellowed, bucked and told John just what he could do with his "deal." But she was weary and John was very strong. He held her and let her kick and cuss, but he scolded, "I warned you about making too much fuss!" Annie ignored his warning, deviously planning how to get revenge on this man as soon as he let her up. The spanking had been humbling for sure, and her behind stung a good deal, but she still had some semblance of her bratty attitude. But John wasn't about to let her up. He was fumbling around behind her and Annie twisted to look back at him and nearly fainted when she saw John using one hand to slide his belt out from around his waist! Annie's eyes and mouth opened wide and silent in shock, as she watched John expertly double the brown, narrow, expensive leather belt into a dangerous loop. Just before Annie began to kick from real fear, John swiftly held her arm tighter behind her and clamped his leg more firmly across her calves. "Shit! NO!" Annie panted, desperate and overwhelmed with tension as she felt John lay the leather strap across her hot, sensitive, bare behind. "What are you doing!" she begged, in complete awe of the leather, her imagination working overtime guessing how much a strapping might burn... "Your Daddy should have done this long ago," John scolded, "then maybe you wouldn't be getting this strapping." For the first time in her memory, Annie felt truly helpless, realizing no amount of sweetness or tantrum would spare her from a real belt lashing. Still, when she felt her boss lift the leather off of her skin and raise it high, she arched her back, pulled up her heels and tightened her buttocks in defiance... then... . Swish-WHACK! the belt wrapped across the crown of her red bare behind and she gasped, then Whisk-CRACK! another stroke caught her in the same place and the hot hot sting filled her senses. Swish-SMACK!... and now the "woosh" of the belt filled her ears, followed by the terrible SWACK! of leather biting the backs of her thighs, as her strapping continued in earnest. WHACK... WHIP... SWACK! Annie's behind was swollen, scarlet and stinging like hell but the belt lashed her bare buns with steady precision. SSSSSLAP! THWWWAK! CRACK! John kept up a steady diet of stern whipping and soon Annie was desperate with the pain, begging, pleading, promising to be good if only the spank, spank, spanking would stop. John held firm and belt-spanked Annie's hot bare butt ten, twenty, twenty-five times, until the girl was exhausted, sobbing, and barely kicking her legs. John calmed himself, recognizing that the girl's fanny was seriously striped with tomato-red welts. Annie was beside herself, in tears, and sobbing promises to be good. Her backside burned and burned, and she realized she really WAS sorry. Sorry for cheating on the test unnecessarily, sorry for disappointing her mentor, John, and sorry for being such a brat to so many people. And she was so, so sorry that John didn't wear the usual male stockbrokers' suspenders, because she knew she'd never be able to see him wearing a belt again without recall how the cruel leather had scalded her skin and bit in between her wildly kicking legs. SWAAACK! THWAACK! John finished off the licking with several slashes across the backs of Annie's thighs and then he quickly let her up. Annie bolted to her feet and jammed her hands under her falling skirt. John stared as the young woman pranced around the room, crying her eyes red, her luscious lips parted in a sad howl, her dainty panties stretched between her ankles. John swallowed his pity as Annie swallowed her tears, and he stood up to take Annie by the arm marching the bawling girl to the corner. Annie was way to freshly strapped to put up a fuss, despite her absolute shame. "I'm sorry I had to spank you Annie," John soothed, letting her rub her behind as much as she wanted. "And I'm sorry you deserved to be spanked on your bare bottom." "OWWwooowoo... " Annie wailed, wondering why John had to keep talking about her spanking! "But I will spank you again, Anne. . You will report to my office after work. The last Friday night of every month. For a spanking, until you've paid off your debt," John was certain. "NNOOooooo!" poor Annie moaned, visions of the belt across her bare bottom tormenting her. "But you will be allowed to keep your panties up for spankings in payment for your debt. You will only have your bottom bared if I decide you have also been rude or bratty to me, or your co-workers, in the weeks before your last spanking," John lightly smacked at Annie's backside, "Understand?" "Yes, I understand." Annie couldn't believe what she'd just agreed too! Spankings once a month! The idea was as chilling as her behind was warm. Curiously, she realized she felt warm all over... John's now soothing voice was congratulating her for being such a good, smart, girl and she found herself feeling proud! She felt she deserved it all... her new dream job, John's respect AND the spankings! She even smiled through her tears as she realized someone had finally stood up to her! John hadn't put up with her brattiness nor succumbed to her flirting. John let Annie slip her pantyhose and panties up, kissed her forehead and sent her home. Sitting down to drive reminded her how much the spanking and strapping had stung, and when she got home she quickly stripped her skirt off and took her underwear down so she could inspect her sore rear. Red all over, with fading welts, Annie was overcome with embarrassment as she realized the view John must have had of her naked backside when she was squirming over his lap! She felt a bit sorry for herself, but in the back of her mind she was already planning on which pair of sexy panties she would wear the last Friday of the month. *** *** *** When the time came, three weeks later, Annie stood in John's office after everyone else had left the building. She was still fully dressed, but she felt half-naked already, as she had purposefully avoided wearing her usual panty hose. She obeyed John's order to remove her skirt, which she folded carefully on the desk. She kicked off her shoes and stood bare below the waist except for her hot pink panties. Her face was flushed and her knees trembled slightly when she saw John slowly unbuckle his belt, slide it out and double it over in his hand. The man sat down and called her over. Annie complied, the back of her hands pressed against the back of her panties. John looked so calm, handsome and stern as he complimented Anne on her job performance, she was the best new broker the firm had ever seen. But, he pointed out, he had asked around and received reports from two secretaries that Anne had been bratty and disrespectful. She heard the order her to take her panties down... Annie gulped and shook her head "no" as her rebellious spirit kicked in naturally . She tried to back away but John grabbed her arm and pulled her across his lap. "Noooo!" Annie yelped and she grabbed for her panties when she felt John tugging them down. She curled up her legs, twisted on his lap, promised not to ever again be bratty if only she could keep her panties up... but John won the brief struggle pinned her completely, and pushed her panties down to her knees. Annie suddenly recalled how shameful, helpless and painful her last spanking was and she began cursing, yelling that she'd rather quit her job, anything to escape her punishment. But John only sighed, realizing his protege would need plenty of bare bottom belt spankings before she'd ever learn to control her temper. As Annie felt her "warm-up" hand spanking begin slapping her firm bare bottom, she gritted her teeth and realized , she must worry about her attitude, and worry about her panties! ... every day for the next nine months! WHAP! Spanking Stories These links only include sites offering a range of Spanking stories. 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