Readers,
This great F/F spanking story was emailed to me by a new correspondent this week, and I’ve gotten her permission to share it here. She’s written a fine little spanking fantasy, and I thought you’d like it, too. Enjoy!
– Dana
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In-Flight Spanking
It was June, Summer of 1992. My family and I were headed to the airport to catch our flight to Miami where we were headed on a week’s cruise. Summer vacations were always somewhere tropical while winter vacations were usually spent skiing in Tahoe or Jackson Hole.
Our flight was early so not being much of a morning person, I was dragging and not in the best of moods. My brother, Matthew, managed to get on my nerves straight away. Already we had started with our early morning insults and annoying each other in the car. Per her usual, my mother lightly scolded us. Too bad she didn’t have a wooden spoon to pull out and threaten us with. We might have actually given a Sh*t.
Our wait in the terminal wasn’t too long and soon they were boarding First Class. Mother and Daddy got situated in the row beside us and I quickly threw my backpack on the window seat to make my claim. I climbed past my brother and got settled into my big roomy leather seat. I hadn’t payed much attention to the flight crew but an unfamiliar accent did capture my attention. She was quite tall, blonde, very busty and middle-aged. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a loose bun. A very stunning woman and obviously european. She took our drink order while we waited for the rest of the plane to board.
Before too long, our attendant came to do her walk thru and gather our glasses at which time she noted and asked that I buckle my seatbelt. I didn’t do it right away but I was going to after I finished glancing at my magazine and got my backpack tucked back under the seat in front of me. Again she passed us by and asked that I buckle my seatbelt to which I rolled my eyes and said “I am!” “Click!” She paused for a moment, raised her eyebrow and gave me a short but glaring stare with her deep blue eyes.
An hour into our flight, my brother and I started our usual teasing and bickering which sometimes could be playful but usually ended up getting ugly. Occasionally, my mother would glance over and send the “knock it off look” while daddy buried himself in the Times. At one point, one of us kicked the seat of the gentleman in front of us which earned us an ugly stare but when it happened again, he called our attendant to handle the situation. I’m sure most of First Class wondered why my parents didn’t just separate us. Clearly we weren’t mature enough to handle sitting together. Nonetheless, the lady attendant seemed quite fine to deal with the situation. She leaned over and asked me if I could join her in the galley. I sat there like a deer in the headlights. Why did she want me to go up there? I looked over at my parents for some direction but they had both dozed off. With her eyebrow raised, she said “young lady, I’d like to have a word with you up front please.” Although I hesitated, I got up and scooted around my brother who was overly excited to see me get in trouble. He had his head stretched all the way in the aisle as he watched me walk up to the galley but the show would quickly be over for him and anyone else watching as she quickly closed the blue curtain separating the galley from the cabin.
“What is your name young lady?” Hardly able to look up at her, I mumbled “Katelyn.” “Katelyn. That’s a lovely name and you are a lovely girl but I’ve been watching you carry on with your brother and continuously disrupt the passengers around you. You are not at home. You are in a plane! First Class no less! If I were your mother, I would have hauled you up here and taken you across my knee for a good spanking!” I couldn’t help but let out a nervous chuckle. “Is this funny to you?” Shrugging my shoulders was not the desired answer here but before I could respond “no ma’am,” she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards her as she threw down her jumpseat and took me over her lap. I wanted to cry out but I was so embarrassed by the thought of anyone hearing what was happening. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Her hand came reigning down with great force. This wasn’t going to be a lengthy drama so she got right to the point. “Is this still funny young lady?” SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! “No! Please, I’m sorry!” I said, trying to whisper and breathe at the same time. But for all of my trying to be discreet, she took advantage of the fact that I was wearing shorts and gave me the last 3 slaps on my bare thighs. I couldn’t hold back my yelp. The sting was intense but I was more concerned with the fact that everyone would know what just happened behind that curtain. She lifted me off her lap and I was completely disheveled. I immediately went to soothe the back of my thighs. “Katelyn, you may take your seat now and put that SEATBELT on!”
“Katelyn, KATELYN!” my brother was shaking my arm to wake me. “We’re getting ready to land,” he said.
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