The man next to you

You did not realise he woke up, but now he is looking at you with a mix of disappointment and amusement. "I hope you understand I cannot allow such behaviour right next to me", he says and the both of you manage a "Yes, Sir". He pauses for a moment, shifting his gaze between your faces. "I'll be back in a moment", he finally says. "In the meanwhile, strip completely." You both step out into the aisle to let him out and he heads to the back of the cabin; as you both wiggled around to let your fingers in easier, your jeans got lower and your panties are already on display and you know there is no point in trying to adjust them.

"Sorry" you whisper to Diana as you both are stepping out of your jeans. She dismisses your apology, knowing she encouraged you just as much. Most of the passengers are either asleep or glued to their screens, but a few pairs of eyes find you as you are disrobing. The man returns quickly, Diana only just took off her bra, which was the last piece of clothing between the two of you. "The cabin crew were nice enough to let us use the back seats" he says. "I'll need to get something first, wait for me there." Naked you walk to the back of the plane; the last row is completely empty. This means no audience... But also more room for him to punish you as he likes. He catches up, a light plastic paddle in his hand. "Sorry, ladies, had to get this", he says. "Nobody will be disturbed here by your discipline. Now, you..." - he gestures at yourself, "... can kneel on this seat facing the aisle and watch your partner. You..." - he nods to Diana, "... can go over my lap and learn that plane is not the right place for what you were doing". He takes the middle seat and Diana obediently climbs over her lap, facing the window, her bottom facing you. You kneel on the aisle seat across, hands by your sides. Not only you are **** to watch your girlfriend's punishment, but your fully naked body will be inches away from anyone passing by to use the bathroom. This will be a long flight.

Still, for now you are better-off than Diana. You see the man press the implement onto her bottom, do a couple of light practice taps, and start properly. The spanks are not full ****, but they are rapid and clearly he intends to take his time. Even in the dim light you see Diana's bottom, jiggling with each spank, grow pink and then red, with the man working carefully on any areas he may have missed. Your girlfriend is obviously getting increasingly uncomfortable, but she is still holding herself together. A couple of times you are interrupted by other passengers passing by inches away from you; you try very hard not to make eye contact. One asks what have you done; humiliated, you have to explain. Clearly satisfied with the results for you, he walks on. You can hear Diana's moans after each spank now, her butt is looking worse and worse. The spanks may be not too bad, but hundreds of them with a hard surface very much add up.

Diana has been crying quite obviously for some time when she is allowed to get up. Quite needlessly he tells you to change places. You step into the aisle and your girlfriend kneels in your place, pointing her battered behind towards the window, her beautiful face streaked with tears. You squeeze yourself into the last row and climb over the stranger's lap, feeling the fabric of his jeans with your bare crotch. The paddle is pressed into your butt just as it was into Diana's before her spanking began... And yours does now. The sting of the very first spanks is deeply frustrating; you know the pain would be all but gone if you could just rub yourself but there is no such luxury and the sting is intensifying, slowly but surely. And then a lot faster as your skin is getting tender. You dig your fingers into the fabric of the seat under you, as the heat grows from minor to painful to unbearable. Like your girlfriend before you, you can no longer stay quiet and your vision is starting to swim in your tearing-up eyes.

You slide into that by now familiar state where your only thought is to hold on and stay in the position. All else is squeezed out of your mind by the fire dancing on your upturned cheeks. The paddle continues its merciless work, leaving not an inch of skin untouched. Finally the man stops. After you gingerly climb off his lap, he tells you to wash your faces before resuming your seats and ushers you into the same tiny space, shutting the door behind you. You wonder if he is purposefully tempting you to get your hands on one another again... But you are far too sore for that. You exchange a quick kiss, of course, but it does not go any further as you try to get yourselves into some resemblance of order.

You leave the bathroom and make the return naked journey along the plane, wincing with every step. Sitting back down hurts almost more than the spanking itself but sit down you do, fastening your seatbelts over your naked stomachs. You thank the man and apologise again; he tells you your apology is accepted and your clothing will be returned to you after the landing. You are sincerely grateful for that, uncomfortable as you are otherwise. This time a conversation catches on. The man (or, rather, Andrew) works in a related industry and you chat about the commercial situation for a while. He gives you a business card; feeling slightly surreal doing this naked with a man who just paddled you to tears, you type your and Diana's business emails into his phone, having brought no cards of your own.

The pleasant chat is interrupted by the second and last service; the cabin crew ignore your state completely, save for a young man whose eyes linger on Diana's rack a bit too obviously. After the meal Andrew tells you you can use the blanket again, but your hands must stay above it. You are honestly not sure why he would think you would risk committing the same offence again, given the consequences for the first one... But it is sometimes nice not to have an option.