July 28 is National Water Park Day, so I wrote a holiday story about it, featuring Haley. Haley is based on a character I created several years ago; that character is based on someone I’m very close to. She’d asked me to write her a spanking story where I took her in (as an adult) and spanked her as needed, so I did; it turned out to be eight chapters long. I probably won’t share it because it’s very private, but the character is a good one, so I moved her to South Carolina, made her a 33-year-old adjunct college professor, and gave her a strong interest in spanking. In this story, she meets up with a new spanker for the first time.

Haley stretched out and bent over Eddie’s lap, putting her weight on him, holding herself up with one hand on the floor. He adjusted her so her feet weren’t touching the carpet, which made her feel wobbly, but also deliciously vulnerable — more so when he put his hand on her backside.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

“Good. Good girl.”

The frisson of joy Haley felt from those two words only lasted an instant, because then Eddie was spanking her, firm slaps on her bare bottom that stung nicely. Not too painful — not as painful as she’d like — but it was a good start. Eddie smacked her over and over, working his way up and down her ass, until the entire thing was tingling. Then he paused and rubbed her. “Doing good?”

“Oh, I’m great,” she said, trying not to sound sardonic. “You can keep going.”

“Don’t get me wrong,” he said. “I was definitely going to do that.”

The next round of spanks were a little harder. Still not as hard as she would have hoped, but again he made sure to cover her ass from top to bottom. His hands were average-sized and her ass was larger than, so it took a while, but that just gave Haley more time to enjoy herself. Hopefully, if Eddie enjoyed it too, they could do this again, but more intensely.

Eddie went a lot longer this time, long enough that Haley lost count, long enough that her breathing started to quicken. All she could hear was the crisp, sharp whap! of his hand on her skin and some background noise — the ceiling fan squeaking, the dishwasher running, the air conditioner blowing. All part of the experience.

This time when Eddie stopped he patted her upper thigh. “You’re nice and pink already. I’m impressed.”