She had been watching the mail daily. And now it had arrived!! Her package from Bobbie with the jammies she had been looking for for so long.
Finally something really naughty … she got all excited. Drop-seat pyjamas. The idea made her shiver in anticipation. She took them upstairs – locked the door of her room and tried them on – they fitted perfectly! Seems all the visits to the gym hadn't been in vain.
She took the toys she had bought as his Christmas present – feeling the smooth leather made her long even more for him spanking her. She took the jammies off – and her high-tech vibrator took care of the rest.
She'd wanted to travel in them – but decided against the idea. People might give her strange looks, and the pj's would be all sweaty and then she would have to change anyway.
So she arrived in normal clothing. She was all jumpy and giggly that night. He had a pretty good idea why that was; because of course she had told him.… Keeping surprises from him wasn't her strongest point.
By the time they finished dinner she had been over his lap a few times, for being sassy and just for fun and to try out the new toys. After dinner she went to her room and changed.
Normally she'd only change into her pyjamas just before going to bed, but she had waited so long for this moment, and the sooner she put them on – the more playing and teasing there could be.
Now there was a dilemma. To wear or not to wear knickers? She had some hand painted ones, with spanky sayings on them.
Her mind went back to the phone conversation they had a few weeks ago. Of course she had told him of the idea of wearing knickers under her jammies - and as he always spanked on the bare she thought that might make things a bit harder for him.
He had said he'd just take the whole pj's down then. Now she really wanted to see him do that – but on the other hand it would it would definitely mean some extra wooden implement spanking … and if she knotted it the right way it would be fun enough to see him trying to untie the strings. So maybe she'd hold the panties for later.
She carefully closed her pj's – hoping he’d never been a boy scout. Giggling when she saw herself in the full-length mirror, she took a deep breath and went back to the living room.
He was sitting on the sofa, reading the Radio Times – sometimes she thought he was actually learning it by heart. Suddenly she got this feeling of anticipation. As she snuggled up to him he put an arm around her, stroking her hair, but he didn't look up from his magazine.
Sigh, that magazine had earned her a spanking before … stupid thing. OK, time for the full-on approach – she pretended to reach for something that was lying on the other side of him – making sure she ended up over his lap.… Now there is something about a female bottom a true spanker just can't resist. And his spanko instincts took over.
"Oh hi honey – you want a spanking?"
She rolled her eyes – no actually I wanted to go swimming in the canal, she thought, but was - as ever - not enough of a brat to say it out loud. He would outsmart her anyway and say something like "OK – go put on your swimsuit then …"
Instead she smiled at him and said, "If you can get to the target area – I'd love one."
"That shouldn't be too hard."
She grinned – he hadn't noticed that the drop-seat pyjamas had snaps and side sashes that tied around the front - yet.
She patiently lay over his lap – letting him work it all out.
"Get up honey." He had noticed.
"But I don't want to," she pouted.
"Do as you are told, Young Lady." She gasped as she felt the CB paddle coming down. Where on earth did he get that one so fast?
"Do I have to ask you again?"
"No – no!" It took her only two seconds to get up.
"That’s better – now come and stand in front of me so I can untie you."
She stood between his knees – the butterflies that lived in her stomach were dancing a wild tango.
Within a few seconds he had the ties undone. He noticed her surprise. "Why – did you think only boy scouts could handle knots?" he grinned.
She should have known.
"Let's see if I can reach the target area now." He slowly folded the fabric back. She shivered, it felt so different – just her cheeks peeking through the hole.
He stroked her bottom, telling her she did indeed need a spanking as her cheeks were only slightly pink. With that the spanking started.
First with his hand, very unpredictable - it was hard to guess where the next spank would fall.
She wriggled a bit – but noticed these pyjamas gave her less moving space.
He moved on to the spanking strop she loved so much – and with her going ‘Oh yes…’ and moaning, he knew she was enjoying this as much as he was.
After the spanking strop he rubbed her now deep pink cheeks with something solid, cool.
"Not the hairbrush!" she pleaded.
"I'll decide what I use, Young Lady – give me your hand."
Obediently she put her hand in his. He knew it made her feel safe and she got strength from it – and of course she couldn't use it to obstruct him that way.
With deep gasps she took the stinging strokes from the brush she hated so much. When the tenth smack fell, she started kicking her legs. He warned her not to.
When she kicked her legs again the hairbrush landed on her thighs.
"OUCHHH – that hurts!"
"Kick your legs and you get spanked on your thighs."
With all her willpower she kept her legs down – and he rewarded her by softly rubbing her now red glowing cheeks, and moving his fingers a bit deeper down her jammies, teasing and stroking till she reached one of the best orgasms she had ever had.
She cuddled close and as he gave her a soft kiss, she slowly opened his shirt and took care of him, still with her red bottom showing through the open flap of her pyjamas.