The Escape Pt 1 ~ A spanking sex story from sex story sites.

"How many do you want?" asked the man gently.

Loraine started at her step-father in surprise. Her father had never asked her how many strokes. He'd always just strapped her until she thought she was going to die, and then he'd given her one or two extra before he stopped.

"Uh, what do you mean?"

"I mean how many strokes should I give you? You were the one who committed the sin; I think it appropriate you should pick the punishment." "You mean if I say I should only get, uh, ten strokes that's all you'll give me?" The gray-haired man nodded. "Yes. You know best what you deserve. If you don't think what you did was that wrong, you may choose a lesser punishment. It's up to you."

Loraine's face went into a wide smile, though she tried to hide it by looking away. She couldn't believe her good fortune. What an idiot her step-father was! She'd been terribly frightened when her mom told her he was going to have him whip her. She remembered her father's whippings and they'd been fierce ones. But Jack was one of those modern "sensitive" guys. He apparently had his own way of dealing with naughty girls.

Screwing her face into a serious expression, Loraine looked at her the tall man and nodded somberly. "You are right. I should be spanked for disobeying my mom. But I think five should be enough to teach me a lesson." She held her breath. Would he do it? Just five? She could hardly not laugh it seemed to ridiculous and paltry. Only five licks! Her father gave her that many just to warm her up. But Jack nodded. "All right, young lady. Bend over the back of the couch here. Pull those panties tight."

Loraine obeyed, smiling as she bent over. The leather came down. Splat! It was a sharp blow that made her wince, but it was endurable. The second and third really stung, but she was quiet. At number four, however, she realized she needed to make this look good, so she yelped and allowed tears to come into her eyes. At the fifth one she began to bawl tremendously as Jack put away the strap.

"I hope that you learned your lesson," he said calmly, and she nodded frantically through her tears.

"That really hurt," she wept, "I'm really sorry, Jack." She made a big show of rubbing her bottom and made her way to her bedroom where she shut the door and practically collapsed on her bed laughing. What an idiot! This was like a dream come true. Not only would she get her punishments over with quickly--no drawn out grounding--but they wouldn't even hurt!

Well, wouldn't hurt much, she thought ruefully, rubbing her butt and wincing at little. They had certainly been hard strokes. As hard as any of her father's.

At the mention of his name she glanced at the stand near her bed and looked at his picture. She felt sad and missed him. She couldn't believe it had been three years. She was almost sixteen now, and he hadn't seen her grow up. For a split second the horror of the car crash and all the ugly memories surrounding that mess came to her mind and then she forcefully pushed it from her brain.

She remembered how happy her mother was when she met Jack just over a year ago. Loraine wasn't very impressed--he had seemed so old at first, but her mom had been so depressed for so long it was incredible to see her smile again, and so Loraine kept her feelings to herself. When the two got married, Loraine wasn't opposed to it. Jack made it clear he wasn't out to replace her father, and her mom was equally clear in stating that she hadn't forgotten Richard.

Over time, Loraine had grown to love Jack. He was kind and friendly and quite intelligent. She could see why her mom liked him. He was very different from her father but if she'd had to pick another, Jack was a decent man. She especially liked that he didn't mind if she talked about her real father, or that she wanted to keep his last name. He didn't put pressure on her at all and didn't resent it when she confided in her mother.

When her mother told her that Jack was going to start disciplining her, Loraine wasn't sure how to feel. With her father it had been easy: he whipped her hard but she always knew that he loved her. With Jack she wasn't so sure.

But then he'd pulled this "Pick your own punishment" crap and Loraine thought it was wonderful. She could act it up and pretend like it really hurt, but since she knew her punishments wouldn't hurt she was free to do whatever she wanted!

She started the next weekend. Her mom told her to be in by eleven and Loraine agreed. But when the date with Chuck was going so well she kind of forgot, but didn't worry about it much. What was the worse thing that would happen? She'd get a _spanking_, ooh, now there was terror.

Sure enough, Jack was waiting for her when she got home at midnight. He shook his head and held up the strap. She nodded and pretended to be rather sad. "I think two, no, three will be enough," she said as though thinking about it carefully. "Yes, three is perfect."

Her step-father nodded and she got over the couch, dropping her jeans so only her underpants protected her bottom. The three strokes stung like the devil and Loraine yelped and carried on like she was being flayed alive. When it was over she gravely thanked her step-father and tearfully apologized. Once in her room, however, she giggled herself to sleep. This was perfect. If she could escape all her punishments this easily life would be perfect!

Actually, she kind of enjoyed just a few strokes of the leather, she thought, as she lay in the dark and fondled her bottom. More than that started to really hurt, but just a few, well, it kind of turned her on. She found this strange, but decided it must be because she was almost naked in front of Jack, or because her bottom was so close to her pussy. She touched herself there and blushed in the dark. Thinking of the whipping, however, made her wet and she couldn't help but touch herself. She fell asleep smiling broadly.