Tom, duh

"Who do you think?" Sarah asked, her teasing smile growing wider. "He's the guy I always go to when I need some cheeks clapped," she continued, her eyes sliding off of Nicole and over to the hunk to her side. The pit in Nicole's stomach grew a little wider as she saw Sarah's gaze cross the room to land on Tom, and it was obvious the red haired girl wasn't just ogling his shirtless muscles. "Tom?" She announced, practically rubbing her hands together in anticipation. He sat up at his name, a smile of his own spreading across his face. "Teach Nicole a lesson," Sarah ordered.

All 6 foot + of Tom shot to his feet in an instant, making Nicole's whole body quiver. He even took a step toward her before the protesting began. "Why him Sarah?" You asked, indignantly. "Yeah, what's with the Tom favoritism?" Matt added, swiftly backing you up. "Pfft, it's not favoritism," Sarah fired back dismissively, "he's just the only person in the room who I know will actually do the job right." That answer did little to defuse your or Matt's anger, instead turning your frowning eyes on to her. It sounded like she was disparaging your strength or masculinity, something that Sarah seemed to be aware of as she hurried to explain herself.

"What I mean is," she began, holding her hands up in a placatory way, "I don't want to get my hands dirty, I don't think Miranda got much upper body strength for spanking, and you two can't do it cause you'll go easy on her." You had to admit, there was some truth to Sarah's words. If you had had to spank your friend you probably wouldn't have put a lot of **** into it and, while part of you did want to see Miranda bend Nicole over her knee and smack her ass, you understood why Sarah selected a man to deliver Nicole's punishment.

"You especially can't do it," Sarah continued, pointing a slender finger at you, "now she's kissed you you'd probably be too seduced by Nicole's feminine wiles to even think of hurting her." That reminder of your impromptu and uncomfortably comfortable make-out session made you blush, stymieing any further arguments you had. While you, Matt, and Sarah had bickered, Tom had continued to loom over Nicole, looking even broader and more intimidating now that he was stood up straight.

Rather than join in the discussion on her own behalf, Nicole had gotten distracted staring at his pecs again. She knew it was a bad habit, but, now that he was wet and shirtless, she found him so hard to look away from. The cold had even hardened his nipples, creating little chiseled peaks on his already chiseled chest. A familiar warmth began to creep up Nicole's neck and between her legs, signaling to her that it was time to look away. She didn't even have chance to avert her gaze before Tom moved unexpectedly, recapturing her attention.

To her shock, he sat down right next to her, so close that she could reach out and touch his chest (again). She had been so busy leering at him that she hadn't noticed that the argument had stopped, and that Sarah had won. Her mouth hung slightly open as she looked at him, like she wanted to say something to him but she couldn't find the words. He met her wide eyed gaze with a silent smile, before leaning towards her. For a heart stopping second Nicole thought he was about to kiss her, and she processed a whole spectrum of emotions from disgust to excitement in a millisecond. When he put his hand on the back of her neck instead, her eyes went even wider and a quiet gasp escaped her parted lips.

Nicole knew that kittens would go limp when grabbed by the back of the neck as an instinct, she had no idea she had the same reflex. Tom's strong hand on the back of her neck seemed to paralyze her, making her feel tiny, weak, and completely at his mercy. Without argument she let herself be manhandled across his lap, so she was lying face-down across his knees. With dominant strength he pushed her face down so her cheek was against the couch and her delicate ass was raised in the air. It was a humiliating position, but that wasn't the only reason her cheeks were turning red.

"How much do you think it will take her to learn, Sarah?" Tom called out, reminding Nicole that she had an audience and making her face even redder. "She's a smart girl, I think ten will be enough for her to get the message," Sarah laughed. Still face down on the couch, Nicole gulped quietly. She couldn't believe that she had let herself be put into this position, all over some silly kiss. She should have just made out with Sarah and been done with it, that would have been so much less embarrassing.

Behind her, she heard Tom make a show out of cracking his knuckles, and she realized that he was planning to savor this. Of course he was, he was always fighting with Nicole, he probably relished this opportunity to put her in her place. Well, if he thought he was going to get any satisfaction from her, he had another thing coming. Nicole resolved to stay completely silent, to give Tom no audible indication that he was effecting her at all. She couldn't do anything about the punishment, but she could at least try to not make it entertaining for him.

Her resolve broke on the first strike.

Tom's hand clapped her ass like a thunderbolt, driving a yelp from her lips and making her whole body jerk in his lap. Nicole's blush grew as she realized the noise she'd made, and deepened even further as she heard someone's giggling in response. Her ass stung so much from the blow that she didn't even realize Tom's hand was still on her asscheek, thoroughly groping her, for a few seconds. As he felt her up and squeezed her through her skinny jeans, she considered telling him off, but then she remembered her promise to herself to not give him the satisfaction. If he wanted to get a vocal reaction out of her (besides her earlier yelp), he would have to try harder than that.

When the second blow came on the opposite cheek, she weathered it little better. Despite knowing what to expect this time, the sudden **** pushed the air from her lungs in a half-strangled gasp anyway. Her left cheek reported the same shocked pain as her right, a stinging endorsement of Tom's strength. It seemed that his muscles definitely weren't just for show, a fact her ass could readily attest to. Again, he groped her too, his fingers kneading her soft ass like he owned it.

The third was worse than the first and the second combined. Her ass was already stinging and his blow renewed and intensified the feeling. Her whole ass felt like it was glowing, a strong heat emanating off of it and radiating into nearby parts of her body. That was her excuse for the heat between her legs, although that couldn't explain the shameful wetness between her clamped-shut thighs.

As the spanking went on, all those feelings only got worse. Her poor booty only got sorer, both cheeks stinging from the pain. Her face kept getting redder, her embarrassment from being unable to control her voice growing with every smack. Tom's powerful strikes had made her blood rush in all directions, pinking her normally pale body from both ends. Worst of all, her stupid pussy just kept getting wetter. It was like every spank was juicing her, wringing out her moisture through her pussy.

It was after the sixth strike, while Tom was still feeling her up, that Nicole noticed something press against her stomach. It was an unmistakable firmness, pressing into her gut. Tom's cock. His big dick was rock hard again, huge and pushing against her like a mugger's knife. "Of course he's getting hard, only a complete pervert would be turned on by something like this," Nicole thought, all while her own pussy was dripping wet and begging for any form of penetration.

That feeling against her torso did not make it easier to control herself, and when the seventh blow came down her exhalation of pain was noticeably tinged by something else. She gripped the couch cushions and bit her tongue in an attempt to hide it, but it seemed that Tom had heard the change in her voice. His hand slipped off of her ass and briefly dipped between her legs, his big fingers cupping her tingling mound through her skinny jeans and nearly making her moan again. Nicole had thought this punishment would just be a brief burst of pain she would have to weather, she hadn't expected it to be a strong pleasure she would have to endure.

After the deliverance of the seventh hit (accompanied, of course, by a weak moan) Tom adjusted his grip on Nicole. His hand moved round from the back of her neck to the underside of her throat. He held her chin between his fingers and palm whilst he hooked his thumb round and brought it up to her open mouth, her lips wrapping thoughtlessly around that digit without even being told. Unbidden, she began thinking about sucking dick again, her earlier conversation in the shower returning to the forefront of her mind.

The eighth blow interrupted her thoughts, and intensified them. "Mmph~!" She moaned around his thumb, her eyelids fluttering. This was more than just a punishment, this was an awakening for something inside Nicole. She had always been a perfect student, but now she saw that being a naughty schoolgirl had some perks. Tom's hand, again, dipped between her legs. He massaged her tender honeypot through her skinny jeans, making her drool on the couch in a way that made her very glad she was facing away from the rest of you.

She was so distracted by her own filthy thoughts, and the feelings permeating her lower half, that she didn't even see the ninth blow coming. This time she managed to stay silent, but only by biting down on Tom's thumb hard enough that she probably hurt him. Not that she cared, of course. She was so lost in her confusing pleasure that it was all she could think about, and even if she could think straight she would have been glad to hurt that sexist bastard anyway.

Nicole's mind might have been twisted by unexpected thoughts, but she could still count to ten. Once the ninth blow hit, she was fully anticipating this demeaning (albeit pleasurable) dare to be over. She endured Tom's groping this time with an unexpected feeling of displeasure that it was all soon to be over. When Tom wound back for the final hit she found herself unintentionally waving her ass in the air for him, wagging her back half like an excitable bitch.

His last strike didn't disappoint. His fingers clapped against her tender ass while the heel of his hand clashed beautifully with her pussy. The ensuing shock of sensation made her spasm in his lap, her whole body tensing as a pink thunderbolt tore through her. Once more, she was grateful that her face had been turned away from the room, her goofy smile would have made it too obvious that she was not merely suffering through this "punishment." Her fingers gripped the couch cushions tightly, only loosening as the shockwave that tore through her eased.

If Nicole had wanted to leisurely relax after what was shockingly close to an orgasm, she had another thing coming. Tom took his hand off from her neck, picked her up under her hips again, and tossed her off his lap, like he was discarding a particularly clingy cat. Nicole landed face down on the couch but quickly picked herself up again, resuming her role as Tom's indignant enemy as if his strong hands didn't just make her legs shake. "Is that all you've got? Pathetic," she spat, trying to sound tough in the hopes that no one noticed her weakness.

From the way Tom smiled at her, that didn't seem to work. Looking around the room, she met confused looks that suggested that everyone knew she had experienced more than just pain during her spanking. The idea that everyone knew she was a submissive little plaything made Nicole blush again, feeling more embarrassed than when she had first been bent over Tom's knee.

In an effort to shift the focus off her, Nicole began to look for the hat. "My dare now, right?" She asked. straightening out her short and sweaty blonde hair with one hand as she looked around for the hat. Before she could get it, Sarah spoke up again, apparently playing the role of Nicole's antagonist for the evening.

"Tom gets your dare anyway, you cheated, after all," she shrugged, smirking knowingly at the flustered girl. Nicole wanted to argue, but the pain in her ass and the butterflies in her stomach made that difficult. "Fine," she muttered, gingerly retaking her seat whilst rubbing her pained butt. No one else argued for her this time, you were still embarrassed and Matt didn't seem to see the point after the previous failure. All that meant Tom was able to take up the hat again with yet another cocksure smile.

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