Chapter 2: Ero is Pantied and Spanked to Tears

Continued from chapter 1:

Sofia pats my bottom again. She giggles and then she spanks me! I jump and topple over, but I catch myself by placing my palms on the coffee table. My eyes meet Margaret's.

She smiles a shy and apologetic smile as I am bent over in front of her. I try to get back up, but quick as a flash, Margaret’s hands shoot out and grab my wrists like manacles, holding me in place.

The atmosphere thickens with tension, leaving me both excited and anxious about what is to come. Bent over the table, face to face with Margaret, she gasps softly, her eyes widening at the intimate proximity.

A deep blush stains her cheeks, but she doesn't look away, her gaze flickering between my eyes and my lips. Almost imperceptibly, she leans closer, her sweet breath mingling with mine.

Harper and Sofia exchange knowing smirks as they watch the charged moment unfold. Harper stalks toward me, her movements predatory.

“Well well, looks like someone’s eager to get acquainted with our shy little artist.” She reaches out to trail a finger along my jawline, tilting my chin up to meet her heated gaze.

“Why don’t you come along with us, handsome? We can... discuss the house rules in more detail.”

They help me up, each holding one of my hands, making it impossible for me to escape. I’m marched down the hall to what I can only assume is one of their rooms. Margaret follows, her knee-length satin skirt whispering as she walks behind me, clutching her sketchbook.

The girls guide me into a dimly lit bedroom, the air thick with tension and the faint scent of perfume. Sofia pushes me gently onto the bed while Harper locks the door with a decisive click. Margaret hovers near the foot of the bed, clutching her sketchbook like a shield, her eyes darting nervously between her roommates and me.

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Sofia crawls onto the bed beside me, her hips swaying hypnotically as she moves closer.

“Now then, mi amor, let’s talk about how we do things around here, shall we?” Her hand finds my thigh, squeezing lightly as she gazes up at me through lowered lashes.

“Rule number one: no clothes allowed in the bedroom. Ever.”

“Except panties!” squeals Harper. “Let’s see if I can find something cheeky, frilly, silky, and feminine. Strip him, please, Sofia, and bring him over here so I can dress him.”

Sofia grins wickedly, her hands already working at the buttons of my shirt.

“Oh, I like the way you think, Harper. Let’s see what we’re working with here.” She tugs my shirt open, exposing my chest, and runs appreciative hands over my skin. Margaret makes a soft noise of surprise, her sketchbook falling forgotten to the floor as she stares wide-eyed at the erotic scene unfolding before her.

Harper rummages through a drawer, pulling out an assortment of lacy, sheer, and scandalously skimpy panties. She holds them up, examining each pair critically.

“Hmm, which ones will look best on our new toy? Something delicate and feminine, I think. Ah, these!” She selects a pair of pale pink silk panties with delicate lace trim and tosses them to Sofia with a wink.

I’ve been in my new apartment all of ten minutes when I find myself stripped naked and about to be dressed in a pair of panties by my beautiful new roommates. It’s all happening so fast, I don’t even think to resist. I’m not sure I want to. Margaret’s pencil whispers across the paper as she chronicles my humiliation.

Sofia giggles as she slides the silky pink panties up my legs, the cool fabric caressing my skin. She hooks her fingers in the waistband and tugs them snugly into place, admiring the way the delicate lace frames my most intimate areas.

“Mmm, I knew these would look perfect on you, papi. Such a good boy, wearing whatever we put on you.”

Harper circles the bed like a shark, drinking in the sight of me clad only in the skimpy underwear. She reaches out to trace a finger along the lacy edge, her nail scraping lightly against my sensitive skin.

“Well hello there, sexy. Looks like you’re fitting right in already. But the night’s just beginning…”

Margaret continues to sketch furiously, her tongue peeking out the corner of her mouth in concentration.

I feel the fabric frame my body, and the sensation of the silk rubbing against my skin makes me acutely aware of my arousal. Harper gives my bottom a playful spank, grinning mischievously.

“Naughty, naughty. So naughty, a boy living in an apartment full of girls. So naughty for wanting to wear our panties. Our little panty boy is getting off on wearing our panties, Sofia. What should we do with such a naughty boy?”

“Spank him,” whispers Margaret. It’s the first word she has said since I’ve arrived.

Harper’s eyes light up with wicked delight at Margaret’s whispered suggestion.

“Well well, looks like our little mouse has some bite after all. I like the way you think, Meggie.”

Sofia giggles, giving my straining erection a teasing stroke through the thin silk.

“Mmm, I think our naughty boy needs to be taught a lesson. Bend him over the bed, Harper. Let’s see that cute ass of his jiggle as we punish him.”

Harper wastes no time, grabbing my hips and flipping me over onto my stomach. She rubs the seat of my panties to let me know she is in control.

“Count them out loud, panty boy. And thank us nicely after each one.”

“SMACK!”

“One, thank you, Miss Harper!”

Harper grins wickedly, admiring the red handprint blooming on my cheek.

“That’s it, good boy. Keep counting for us.”

“SMACK!” Another sharp spank lands, harder than the first. My cock throbs against the mattress, the silk of the panties rubbing maddeningly with each movement.

Sofia leans down, her breasts pressing against my back as she purrs in my ear,

“You love this, don’t you, baby? Being put in your place by your new mistresses. Tell us how much you need it.”

Margaret sets her sketchbook aside, crawling onto the bed to kneel beside my head. With trembling fingers, she strokes my hair almost tenderly, a stark contrast to the erotic punishment.

“Shh, it’s okay. Just take what they give you.”

“Yes, Miss Sofia. I love this. I need to be spanked. I have been naughty, and I deserve to be spanked by all of you. Please spank my pantied bottom until you think I have learned my lesson.”

I burst into tears, beginning to ugly cry right before Margaret’s sympathetic face. Smiling demurely, she reaches for a large make-up mirror and holds it in front of my face, so I can watch everything that is happening.

Sofia and Harper continue to spank me, and I count and thank them as Margaret whispers words of encouragement.

Harper and Sofia take turns raining down spanks on my reddening, silk-clad bottom, the obscene slaps echoing through the room. Tears stream down my face as I sob brokenly, the overwhelming sensations pushing me to my limits.

Yet even through the pain and humiliation, my cock remains rock hard, tenting the dampened fabric obscenely. Margaret holds the mirror steady, forcing me to witness the debauched sight—my tear-streaked face contorted in anguished bliss, my panty-clad rear bouncing with each impact, my neglected erection straining for release.

She leans in close, her soft voice a soothing counterpoint to the harsh spanks.

“That’s it, just let it all out. Cry for us, beg for us. Show us how sorry you are for being such a naughty boy.”

I wail, cry, and beg, bucking against the comforter on the bed. All three girls erupt into a shower of giggles that only increase my humiliation.

“It’s your turn now, Margaret. Grab that trusty hairbrush, and we’ll hold him for you.”

Sofia takes my feet, and Harper takes my hands. I am pinned down, unable to escape. Margaret walks around behind me, holding a large ebony hairbrush, testing its weight. She smiles her shy and innocent smile as she takes her place.

She rubs and pats my bottom framed by the silk. Reaching under me, she runs a finger along the shaft of my erect penis, feeling it twitch and dribble pre-cum.

“Oh dear,” she says primly. “Oh my stars. These simply won’t do. They will have to go.”

With gentle but determined tugs, she slides my panties down to the hollow of my knees. I thrash to get away as the cool ebony of the hairbrush presses against my bare bottom. Harper and Sophia giggle as they hold me in place.

Margaret lines up the smooth, polished wood with my now fully exposed rear. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself, before bringing it down with a resounding POP! The dense ebony connects with my sensitive flesh, sending shock waves of pain and pleasure radiating through my body. My cock jumps and pulses, smearing pre-cum across the sheets below.

Harper and Sofia hold me firmly, their strong hands gripping my wrists and ankles as they pin me in place. Their laughter rings out, equal parts mocking and delighted by my helpless squirming and pitiful whimpers.

“Again, Margaret! Don’t be shy now. Really put some oomph into it,” Harper encourages with a wicked grin, her eyes glinting with sadistic glee.

Margaret continues to rain down precise, stinging swats with the hairbrush, her soft voice taking on a stern, almost prim tone as she scolds me between smacks.

“Naughty boys who can’t control themselves deserve to be punished. You’ve been so bad, getting excited like this. It’s absolutely shameless!”

The sharp cracks of wood against flesh fill the room, punctuated by my yelps and the girls’ gleeful laughter. Margaret’s cheeks flush pink, but her resolve doesn’t waver as she carries out her task diligently, determined to teach me a lesson.

“I hope this hurts, young man. Maybe next time you'll think twice before presenting yourself so lewdly!”

The room echoes with the sharp crack of a hairbrush and the giggling of the girls.

Margaret pauses, placing the hairbrush aside as she takes in the sight of me—face pressed into the mirror, streaked with tears, snot bubbling from my nostrils, cock still painfully erect despite the brutal spanking. A flicker of sympathy crosses her delicate features.

To be continued in chapter 3...