The nearly bottomless stewardess

The red-bottomed stewardess in the thong is looking at you angrily, her hand still on your shoulder. "What you are doing is unacceptable, Miss!" Her voice is not raised, but you can tell she is genuinely annoyed. You think for a moment of denying it... But it is no good. You do not know what others might have seen since your attention switched off and the most superficial inspection would reveal the state of arousal you and your girlfriend are both in. "Sorry, Ma'am" you say. "We... We just got carried away..." - "I can see that" the woman interrupts. "Please collect your hand luggage and follow me. Don't touch your clothes." She steps back, waiting for you to follow.

Embarrassed but knowing there is ****, you fold the blanket. Turns out both of you wiggled your butts out of your jeans without really noticing for better access and the fronts of your panties with wet patches on them are completely exposed. Could be worse, you suppose, as you both make sure you are leaving nothing behind as you get your bags and the few items you took out. You then follow her, your panties but thankfully nothing else (yet) on display, admiring the view of her battered and exposed cheeks. Well, you have the make the most of the terrible situation, after all. The crew-member leads you to the completely empty last row before the toilets and asks you to put your bags under the last seats on each end. "So we're getting a full row for ourselves as punishment?" you have time to whisper to Diana and she giggles, despite the predicament you are in. Fortunately the strict-looking despite her own recent punishment woman does not catch the exchange.

After your bags are in, she tells you to strip in the aisle. You do so promptly, but have to hop out of the way awkwardly twice when a man passes to the bathrooms and very shortly afterwards back to his seat. Once you are both naked, your clothes are locked away into the crew storage; you almost certainly will not see them again until after landing. The stewardess then tells you that you both will get on all fours on the free seats, your bottoms pointing towards the aisle; she will then strap you six times each. You start to think you might get away relatively easily... But then she tells you you will stay in the position with any passengers waiting for the bathroom allowed to spank you until at least the next service when she can reevaluate her decision. No, this will not be easy at all.

With a last longing look at each other, Diana and you, naked and humbled, climb onto the seats, facing towards the windows. The seats are not too wide, this being economy class, after all, so your legs will not be too far apart even if ordered to keep them so. Twisting your neck to look behind you, you can see the stewardess attach a printed sign above your bottom (clearly they are prepared for this sort of thing) and retrieve a leather strap. You expect to be punished first as you were the one with your hands too active, but she turns to Diana instead. Even through the hum of the engines you can hear the six heavy cracks of the belt; if Diana makes a sound, though, it is swallowed by the noise. You are quite proud of her... Now you just need to take it equally well. And then manage nobody knows how many swats from the passengers.

You feel the strap being rubbed against your stuck-out defenceless cheeks. When the first stroke lands, you can barely hear the sound of the impact, unlike when Diana was spanked; you can feel it all too well, though. You just have to hope the passengers will be expected to use their own implements. The strap hits again and again, its wide lines overlapping, making you squirm and bite on your first. The stewardess whose name you never caught wields the implement viciously, given the constrained space, doubtlessly with years of experience on both sides of it. Still, after a few months in this world you can take a relatively short strapping. Your butt is hot and sore, but you are not really struggling to maintain your position or keep quiet (after you had to bit yourself to go through the initial shock, at least). The problem, of course, is that when the strapping ends... It will have only just began.

The stewardess does not bother repeating her instructions, simply leaving the two of you there, bottoms red and sticking out into the aisle. Luckily for you, the first few minutes of this new punishment would have been almost boring, if not for your excitement of being naked on a plane, a years-long fantasy finally accomplished. Your bottom is thankfully cooling off with nobody having noticed it yet. You idly wonder what would happen if you got your phone out to play a game (not that you would actually risk doing that in your state). Then you are reminded that being bored is really not the worst state.

"Looks like someone's in trouble!" A male voice exclaims. "One each?" Another one suggests in reply. You did not hear anyone approaching but you are quite certain you will feel their presence. Moments later you once again feel leather being rubbed against your cheeks, although it has a different feel form the crew's strap. The man must be using his own belt. Diana and you get the first strokes at the same time. You do not know how your girlfriend's spanker is doing, but yours clearly needs more room to swing to deliver the hit properly. Unfortunately he realises his mistake two ineffectual spanks later and folds the belt once more, making it inflexible but heavier... And also much easier to swing. You feel the next dozen or so spanks much better on your already tender skin. If you were in a normal room, your groans would definitely be heard.

When the pair decide to go on about their business, the next person steps up immediately. She is on her own, but she unleashes a fury of hairbrush (or at least it feels like a hairbrush, your face is buried in your hands and pressed into the seat) smacks, making you twitch, squirm and yelp. She then turns and does the same to Diana, while you are gulping in air, trying to recover from the ****. Before long she returns to you, launching another **** on your cheeks. This time you she must be able to hear your reaction, not that it is a major concern for you now. She moves between the two of you several times, seemingly determined to deliver a full punishment on her own. The extremely rapid stinging brush is just too much. When she finally gives way, it is because somebody else is already waiting to take over... Which is hardly good news for you, especially as she left you sobbing miserably already, with the punishment far from over.

The next person is by no means going easier on you, although his spanking is slower. He takes his time with you and Diana (aided by the fact nobody is waiting for him to move on) with his hand and a small paddle, working thoroughly on your buttocks and thighs. Like the woman before him, he goes back and forth between the pairs of cheeks facing him. You both are crying openly and audibly now, heard by each other at the very least. Finally he is on his way and you both have time to cry undisturbed, recovering whatever self-control you might gather, caring no longer about your very public state of well-deserved humiliation. You are just hoping you will not have to stay this way until the descent begins.