Sally is a naughty lady and they need to be spanked.

“You can put your hands down.”Mr.Johnson started.

Sally put them down and then she covered her crotch. Still standing with her back to him. She decided not to cover her butt. After all what happened so far, she didn't see a point in it.

“Tell me,”Mr.Johnson continued,”how many times did you did it.?”

“Do what?” Sally asked even when she knew exactly what he was asking about.

“Present your lovely bottom to the public.” He asked.

“This is second time.”,she answered.

Mr.Johnson smiled. “So when we met a week ago, that was your first time?

“Yes.”

“You know that what you are doing is rather naughty.” He asks with concern.

Sally didn't answer, she just lovers her head and shoulders. But he understands her body language perfectly.

“You clearly enjoy it, and that means you are rather a naughty girl.”

Sally noded, and Mr.Johnson continued.

“Do you know what naughty girls who run without clothes and show their butt to the world deserve?”

“Spanking” Sally exhaled.

“Exactly,” Mr.Johnson agreed. “Now lay down.”

He added and Sally without a word lay on his lap. He positioned her so her butt was in perfect position.

Then he started without a word of warning.

His hand started to deliver strong spanks on Sally's still wet buttcheeks.

Afere first slap, she realized why he left her butt wet.

But that was her last coherent thought.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

As her butt started to feel the results of Mr.Johnson spanking.

Pain mixed with strange tingling started to appear on her butt.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

Sally tried to move, but it was futile. She was pinned securely over his knees.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

Between the spank, fear washed over her. When she realized that he didn't tell her, how many spanks is she going to get.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

But it was too late to ask. All she was able to do was gasping and moaning.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

“They started to get a really nice color.”

Suddenly said Mr.Johnson.

Sally mustered only incoherent sound in response.

“I am curious how much red we can get.” he added.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

Sally was lost, not knowing when it would end. She just trying to ignore all that feelings. Which currently radiated from her butt.

SLAP, SLAP, SLAP, SLAP

Pain, pleasure mixed with humiliation.

Suddenly it was over, spanking stopped.

Pain was still there, but no more slaps.

Mr.Johnson put his hand on her red buttcheek.

“That's it, everything is alright. You took it like a good girl, “ he said. Then gently patted and squeezed her left cheek.

After all that spanking it was warm.

Sally was sobbing when he helped her to stand.

Then without a word he hugged her. She embraced him. His hands again found their way on her bottom.

“Now I think it is time, to head home.”

Not waiting for an answer he took her by hand and led her back to the picnic area.

All the way back Sally stroked her butt.

It was really warm, and tingling. She was so preoccupied by her back. She didn't notice they were right next to the picnic tables.

Sally frantically looked around, luckily they were alone.

“I think these are yours,” Mr.Johnson pointed to sandals laying in the grass.

Sally put them on.

When she realized he must have seen everything from the start.

“Now these, “ he give her back, her t-shirt.

Sally just now realized that she is still naked.

She put it on as fast as possible. Then Mr.Johnson led her to his car. Which was the one she saw in the parking lot when she arrived.

Way back to her house was quick. She thanked Mr.Johnson. And then she went inside. Mr.Johnson watched as she walk away. Not realizing that the hem of her t-shirt was stuck up. And her freshly spanked buttcheeks were wisible. He was pretty sure that at this moment she doesn't care.

After she disappeared inside, Mr.Johnson left. Excited for their next meeting, even when they didn't schedule one. He was confident that he will get his hands on that butt again.