Lana, also known as "Lala"- the little girl clown", was in trouble. She was standing in the shadows behind the curtain waiting for the trapeze bit to finish. She was dressed in her usual costume: a short blue dress with large white polka dots. The skirt flared out at the bottom and showed off her large white ruffled pantaloons underneath. She also had on her oversized pink clown shoes, and a matching big, pink bow sitting right on top her head between her blonde pigtails.
Normally, this was the part of her day that she lived for. In a moment she would run out to the center ring, begin following behind Ringmaster Charles's back, and mock him causing the audience to laugh with glee. Eventually, he would "figure out" what was going on. He would then chase her around a couple times before suddenly cutting across the ring, sitting in a chair, and waiting for her to run straight into him and fall across his lap. Then her ringmaster would begin giving her a "spanking."
It never hurt, and always brought great laughs from the audience as his hand came down across her bottom. She imagined it looked very similar to the spanking scenes you used to see on I Love Lucy. Charles would act like he was really letting her have it, while she flailed around trying to escape. In the end, he would stand her up, shake his finger at her, and point to the exit. "Lala" would then stomp off with a pout while rubbing her bottom. Once she was halfway out, she would turn to him, stick out her tongue, and then run away. The kids and adults loved it, and secretly Lana really loved it too.
She had had a crush on Charles since she was a real little girl. They had grown up in the circus together- playing, working, and training for the day they would take over their parents' positions. They had been best friends, but somewhere in the mix of growing up they had slipped apart. That's why Lana had been so surprised when Charles had come to her with the idea of the "spanking act." She had agreed immediately, of course. She would do anything for him, even if it seemed a little embarrassing. She hadn't realized how much she would truly enjoy that time spent over his lap. She had come to worry that the audience or Charles would notice how wet her pantaloons would get during the performance. The spankings always left her aching for something more. She would hurry through her duties after the show so she could try and find a secluded spot where she could rub and finger herself to relief. This is what put her in the predicament she was in now.
The night before, Lana had found a nice, quiet, secluded spot in one of the storage trailers, and went to work on herself immediately. Her panties were soaked as she pulled them down to her knees. Then she started thinking about Charles strong arm holding her down and his hand resting on her protruding backside before he would begin his swats. She squatted down, began to rub herself with her right hand, while simultaneously fingering herself with her left hand. She mumbled, "Please spank me again, Mr. Ringmaster," right before she climaxed in wonderful waves of ecstasy. When she finally opened her eyes, the wonderful, relaxed feeling she had finally found vanished. There was Charles standing over her and staring down at her very exposed state.
"What do you think you are doing in here? This is incredibly inappropriate. This ladder needed to be put away, and I almost asked Stan to do it for me. What if he would have seen you like this?" Charles demanded.
Stan was the 12 year old son of the lion tamer. It would have been terrible if he had found her like this! Lana didn't even want to think about it. She began hurriedly trying to cover herself. She didn't think she had ever felt so humiliated. She had to get out of here! Once she was dressed she tried to push past him, but he grabbed a hold of her arm and wouldn't let go.
"Oh no. As the ringmaster of this circus it is my responsibility to ensure everyone abides by the rules. This keeps everyone safe and happy. I feel as though you have behaved in a way that needs reprimanding. Let me be clear though, I'm not upset about what you were doing, but the place you chose to do it in. And since it seems that, from what I heard you mumbling," he said with a little smile on his face, "it's a spanking that put you in this trouble, and I think a spanking should get you out of it as well."
Lana's felt almost as if she were in a bad dream. Had she really heard him correctly? Not only had he caught her masturbating to ideas of him spanking her, now he wanted to punish her in the same way? She had a feeling this was not going to be the same kind of fun over-the-knee sessions she was used to. She wanted to tell him no, but at the same time she really wanted to feel his hands on her again, even if it was in punishment. What was wrong with her? Before she knew it, she was giving her consent. "Yes. I agree," she whispered. Then instantaneously thought, 'Wait, what? Did I really just say that?'
"Good," Charles replied, with a hint of surprise. This was turning out to be one of the best nights of his life. He had dreamed about being able to spank Lana's perfectly round butt for years. Why else would he have come to her suggesting the spanking scene for the show? And now, not only had he walked in on her vigorously touching herself to the same idea, he was going to be able to give her a real spanking for it. It was such a relief to know that she was thinking of him during her naughty time, hiding in the trailer, since he had had those kind of thoughts about her for quite some time as well. "Let's go," he said as he steered her towards his mobile home.
Charles took her by the hand and started walking at quick pace. He didn't stop until they were in his bedroom. As nervous as she was, she still felt disappointed when he let go of her hand. He turned and faced her. There was a look in his eyes that she had never seen before; was it lust?
Charles leaned in close to her and inhaled, "You always smell so good, Lana." Then he reached forward and unbuttoned her pants. Lana felt as though she was melting from his body heat. If she leaned in just a bit, her lips would touch his. Then he turned, walked over to the end of the bed, and sat down.
"Are you ready to begin?" Charles asked in a low voice. Lana seemed incapable of speech. She stared into his beautiful blue eyes, and finally shook her head yes. "Then pull down your shorts and panties, and come lay across my lap."
"You want me to take my clothes off?!" she said outraged at the idea of baring her privates to him. She was wearing a pink tank top and some old faded blue jean shorts, and wanted every stitch of it to stay on.
"I've already seen all there is to see, thanks to your little one-man show," Charles retorted with a smirk. "Now pull them down and get over here or I will do it for you." Lana felt herself blush at his reminder of why they were here. He didn't sound mean, but he said it with such confidence that Lana knew he meant what he said. She took a deep breath, swallowed hard, and with shaking hands shimmied her shorts and panties over her hips and down her legs. She wouldn't look at him as she quickly walked over and all but flung herself over his lap.
Charles thought she was the most gorgeous creature he had ever seen. She was curvy in all the right places, her skin was so soft and smooth looking, she had an angelic face with pretty big, golden brown eyes, and full pink lips. She had washed off all her clown make-up after the show and changed clothes, but had left in her pigtails, making her look younger than her 23 years.
Lana's round, white bottom was now angled up at him, begging to be slapped. He reached out and squeezed her right cheek, causing her to suck in a breathe and tighten up her body. He continued to massage her, moving from one side to the other until he felt her relax. Then he pulled his hand back and came down with a hard smack. Her bottom bounced, and Lana gasped in response.
Whatever Lana had envisioned would happen during this spanking, it certainly hadn't started with such an erotic massage of her derriere. She never wanted him to stop, it was as if one of her day dreams had come true. Then suddenly she was shocked to her senses by the sting of his palm coming down across her backside-HARD, and it didn't stop with just one. Charles had a quick, steady pace of smacks raining down all over her bottom. He refused to let up, even when she began squealing and wiggling in protest. The punishment that had started off as a mere stinging feeling was now really starting to burn and ache, and his iron hand continued on, over and over again. Smack, smack, smack!
"Oh, please Charles, no more!"she pleaded, as she tried to reach up and shield herself with her hand. "I'm so sorry. Please no more. It's really hurting."
"I think you can take a few more, Lana," he explained as he pulled her hand out of the way and held it in place across her back, "I want to make sure you have really learned your lesson." His eyes were fully concentrated on her bottom. He had been mesmerized as it had turned from light pink to bright red. When his hand would come down he could feel the heat radiating off of her. He landed a few more firm slaps before he stopped and began to rub her glorious bottom all over.
Lana moaned in relief. The spanking had hurt, but it hadn't been too bad, more humiliating than anything else. Now that Charles was rubbing her bottom again she was able to reflect on the event, and realized that, while yes, it was uncomfortable, it had been kind of a good hurt. Was she really that obsessed with this man that, even when he punished her, she was so grateful for his attention that she enjoyed it? No, this whole thing had been exciting in a taboo type way. She felt naughty, aroused even, and all this rubbing was just making it worse. Suddenly, he pulled her up so that she was sitting on his lap.
"Well, have you learned your lesson? Are you going to behave yourself from now on?" Charles asked huskily. His face was so close to hers. She slowly nodded her head, her eyes glued to his.
"Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" he asked. "How each day I try and find every excuse I can to run into, but then try my best not to show it, so that no one will accuse me of favoring you? But I do favor you."
Then his mouth was on hers and he was laying her on his bed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, and grabbed a fistful of his dark hair. She must really be dreaming. 'Please don't wake up,' she kept thinking as he slid a finger into her. She moaned at the pleasure it caused mixed with the tingling sensation across her bottom from her spanking. She opened her eyes and looked at him. She felt somewhat drunk from all this stimulation, but was still able to realize that somehow she had lost her shirt and bra, leaving her completely nude, while he was still completely dressed. Lana decided that needed to change quickly. She reached up and pulled his snug navy t-shirt up and over his wide chest, then past his handsome face. Then she ran her fingers down the strong muscles in his arms before unbuttoning his blue jeans, and using her feet to help pull them down. She smiled at him when she realized he had nothing on under them, and had been going commando.
"No underwear, Mr. Ringmaster?" she asked in a teasing tone. He merely responded with a mischievous smile, like he had had this rendezvous planned out all day. He seemed so sure of himself, Lana wondered if maybe he had.
After that he laid down over her and began kissing her hungrily again. Their hands and mouths were everywhere. They each took a turn pleasing the other with their lips and tongues. Lana loved his taste and the feel of his hard, dripping cock in her mouth. She loved the way he had made her lose control with his head between her legs even more. Finally, he slipped his cock deep inside her pussy, filling her completely. He started slowly moving in and out, but Lana was greedy and wanted more. She dug her nails into his behind and pulled him towards her trying to pick up the pace. Charles laughed at her eagerness and happily obliged; plunging in and out of her with a hard, fast rhythm. She could feel the wonderful pleasure building inside her. Suddenly he grabbed and squeezed her tender cheeks, causing her to scream out his name as she came. He finished soon after with a growl, and collapsed on top of her.
They spent quite some time after that talking and laughing like they had when they had been young, except that now they were naked and cuddled up in each other arms. Right before Lana had fallen asleep Charles had leaned in and whispered, "Tonight was only the first part of your spanking. You'll get the rest tomorrow during the show."
At the time Lana was feeling so euphoric from their love making and snuggling that she thought, 'That silly man, he should stop teasing me and let me sleep', but when she woke up the next morning she realized she may have misjudged him. He had already gone to take care of his duties, but had left her a note: 'Until tonight my sweet Lala. Love, Your Ringmaster.'
Now here she was, standing in the shadows, waiting to walk into a crowded arena, and be spanked on an already sore bottom in front of hundreds of people. Was he crazy? Was she crazy? Was she really going to let him do this to her? Apparently so, because as soon as it was time, she found herself walking out to do her scene.
Lala played her part perfectly. She even ran straight to him and threw herself over his lap just like she was suppose to. She thought she must really be a glutton for punishment, or maybe just for him. She still couldn't really tell. When his hand made stinging contact on her rump she yelped out in pain. She was afraid for a moment that the audience might realize that this wasn't just acting, but they all laughed like every other night. The idea that nobody realized she was truly being spanked seemed to excite her even more then their play spankings. Yes, these hurt more, but no one knew. He was turning her bottom bright red with his firm hand and it was their own little secret! Each time his hand came swinging down she felt more nervous and thrilled by the situation. Right when she felt her poor behind could take no more, he stopped, and ever so slightly ran his hand down towards her pussy so he could feel how wet her pantaloons were. It was like some type of sex game, and she felt it was over all too quickly.
As he lifted her up to shake his finger at her, he quickly whispered, "And the only place I better catch you rubbing yourself tonight is in my bed." Then he gave her a wink and pointed for her to leave. As she turned to stick her tongue out at him, she couldn't hide the big smile on her face.
A fun read that made me smile.
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