THIS IS THE STORY OF JOHN AND CHRISTINE, AND THEIR THIRD DATE. IT IS TOLD FROM BOTH OF THEIR POINTS-OF-VIEW. I HOPE YOU LIKE IT.

JOHN: I was on my third date with Christine last night, and it was incredible. The night started like any other night, but ended with a red-bottomed Christine standing nose first in the corner. In short, it was the best date.... ever.

CHRISTINE: John and I had our third date last night. Of all the ways I had expected to wake up the morning after, I never expected that sleeping on my tummy with a sore bottom would be one of them!

JOHN: It probably started at the bar, when I playfully threatened to spank Christine. She was paying a little too much attention to our waiter, throwing back her hair and laughing at his stupid jokes, that kind of stuff. I said if she didn't give it a rest, she'd get a good spanking. I was half joking, half serious. OK, maybe 40% joking, 60% serious. I've spanked girlfriends before, and the thought of having Christine over my knee had crossed my mind more than once since we had met, so it wasn't much of a stretch. She paused. Her eyes opened wide, she smiled a big smile and said "oooooooo, scary", like she didn't believe me. Guess I showed her.

CHRISTINE: I'll admit, I was flirting with that waiter pretty hard, trying to make John jealous. It's just something I do, I can't help myself. But when he threathened to spank me, it caught me off guard. At first, John's threat made me feel like a little girl, just like I felt the last time I got a spanking, way back at age 10, from my dad. Then I got excited. Then I wondered why I was excited. I didn't know how to react. So I laughed it off.

JOHN: When we got to her house, we were both feeling pretty warm and playful from the alcohol. We made out in the doorway as we kicked off our shoes. Feeling cheeky, I asked her if she was glad it was me she came home with, and not the friendly waiter. She nodded and kissed harder. I was shocked by what she said next.

CHRISTINE: We were no sooner in the door then we were all over each other. I have to admit, I had thought about John's spanking comment all night, ever since he said it, and it made me kind of hot. That and the wine made me answer the way that I did when he asked me about the waiter I flirted with earlier and earned my warning. That's the only explanation I can come up with. I asked him if I was still going to get my spanking. In a moment of sobriety and fear that followed, I asked myself what the hell I was thinking. But that sense of excitement never left me. I wanted very much to be spanked like a little girl, while at the same time not wanting at all to be spanked like a little girl.

JOHN: At first I didn't know what to say, I thought I was dreaming. Did she just ask for a spanking? I nodded and said yes before either I woke up from my dream, or she changed her mind.

CHRISTINE: When he said that yes, I was going to get a spanking, my heart almost jumped out of my chest. I still don't know if that was from excitement or fear. Probably both. I walked on nervous, shaky legs as he led me over to my couch and over his knee.

JOHN: I took Christine by the wrist, walked her over to the couch and took her over my knee. I looked good and long at Christine's cute little butt hiding underneath her blue sundress. I wondered if I should push my luck by flipping it up over her back, exposing her pantied bottom right away. Well, she asked for it, I reasoned, so I did just that.

CHRISTINE: When he flipped up my sundress, I almost chickened out. There was so much going on in my head. Should I say no? Should I cover up my bum? What panties was I wearing? I decided to take my spanking like a good girl, but I didn't want to appear to be a complete push over. I looked back at John and pouted. It seemed like the right thing to do.

JOHN: Christine had the cutest blue panties on, and they hugged her pert, curvy bottom perfectly. I scolded her a little and started with a couple of light spanks, cheek after cheek. Christine squeeled at first and I was worried she would call it quits. But she quieted down and took her spanking. I gradually spanked a little harder, a little faster. I could see her bottom getting pink underneath those sexy blue panties.

CHRISTINE: John told me, very sternly, that I would see what happened to naughty, flirty girls. Being in that position, staring down at the couch, my butt in the air and being scolded, I felt just like I was ten again. The first smack that landed on my butt wasn't that hard, but it caught me by surprise. I think I let out a little scream, but didn't want to look like a wuss, so I shut up quickly. Even when John started spanking harder and faster, and my butt started getting warmer and warmer, I fought back my cries.

JOHN: After a minute or two of good, moderate spanking, I stopped and asked Christine if she had learned her lesson. That's my way I of asking, "should these panties come down?" She didn't say anything, but shook her head no. "Alright then", I thought, "bare bottom it is", and pulled those cute panties down to her knees. Christine's bum was nice and pink. I started spanking her bare butt, harder and faster than I had been before. After a few spanks, she was squirming and crying muffled cries into the throw pillow on the couch.

CHRISTINE: When John asked me if I had learned my lesson, I didn't know how to answer. My butt was already stinging, but I didn't want it to end. Not yet. So I shook my head no. That's when I felt my panties coming down, and a cool breeze on my bare butt. This was not how I had envisioned John seeing my naked bum for the first time! He started spanking again and I instantly rethought my answer. He spanked me hard and fast, and it went on for like 10 minutes.

JOHN: I spanked Christine for about 2-3 minutes after taking down her panties. Her cheeks were getting deep pink and I asked her again if she had leanrned her lesson. I expected her to say yes.

CHRISTINE: Over John's lap, With my panties down around my knees and my bottom on fire, I had completely transformed into a ten year-old little girl again. That's the funny thing and it's hard to explain. I was no longer a young adult woman interested in a sexy spanking, I was a young adult woman who was experiencing a feeling she hadn't felt in years: discipline and direction. So when John asked me again if I had learned my lesson, I answered honestly. I shook my head no.

JOHN: I didn't know what to do. I had expected to give a light, sexy spanking, maybe a good bum warmer, but nothing like this. I sensed that she was actually in need of a spanking, not just foreplay. I asked her if she had a hairbrush. When she said that she did, I asked her to go retrieve it.

CHRISTINE: My heart dropped when John ordered me to get my hairbrush. Mom had used her hairbrush on me a few times when I was a kid, and I still remember how much that sucker used to sting! I shuffled over to my bedroom, which is not so easy to do with panties around your knees by the way, and hurried back as quickly as I could with the big, oval hairbrush.

JOHN: Once she was back over my lap, I told Christine that she was going to get two good minutes with the hairbrush. She buried her face in the pillow as I started spanking her again. Within a few spanks, she was kicking and crying into the pillow. After another minute or so, with two red cheeks, I stopped spanking and put the hairbrush down. Tears were flowing down Christine's face, but she was smiling.

CHRISTINE: My butt was on fire, but I felt so good. It's hard to explain. I was crying like mad, and my cheeks felt like they were going to explode, but I felt relief like I had not felt in years. John stood me up and gave me a hug. I sobbed into his shoulder and hugged back. I felt his hand on my bottom again, this time soft and gentle. It felt good. Warm, but good.

JOHN: You can't have a good spanking like that and not send the naughty young girl to the corner, so I did. Christine looked kind of confused but didn't fight me as I led her to the corner.

CHRISTINE: I had never done cornertime before, so it was a little wierd when John took me over to the corner and left me there, nose first. But when I got there, it felt right. I stood there for a while, knowing that John was back there somewhere, no doubt looking at my poor, red, bare backside. I felt embarrassed, elated, and, strangely, like a hundred pound weight had been lifted from my shoulders. It was a great feeling, and something that I'm still feeling today. I have a feeling it won't be my last :)