Chapter 1

I was in bed early. I was on a diving vacation and I was going out early the next morning, so I anted to be well rested. Just as I was nodding off I heard a knock on the door.

I opened the door and there was a pretty girl in her early twenties, shoulder length brown hair, brown eyes, a nice figure and a beer bottle in one hand. She was wearing a tee shirt and a fairly short black skirt with strappy sandals. "Oops", she said with an apologetic smile, "I was looking for Jimmy's room. Sorry".

"You disturb me from my rest, and you think 'Sorry' is going to cut it?", I asked her in a quiet, but firm voice. She looked startled, then let her eyes drop to the floor and in a very quiet voice said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"I already told you, sorry is not good enough", I said firmly, interrupting her. "Don't you think that people should be punished when they do something wrong?" She did not answer me - she just stayed there, shuffling her feet slightly, with her eyes on the ground, unable to look me in the eye.

"What's your name?", I asked? "Rachel" she muttered. "Turn to the wall, Rachel", I said. She took a quick glance at me, then up and down the hallway, before she did as I said.

"Put the beer down, put your fore-arms on the wall, move your feet back from the wall, and spread them to just over hip distance apart", I instructed. Without a sound other then a quickening of her breath, she did as I told her.

"Now reach back, pull up your skirt to your waist, and then put your arms back on the wall", I said. She stayed there doing nothing for about 30 seconds, then she slowly reached down behind her and inched her skirt up. She was wearing a lime green thong, which left her extremely sexy ass exposed - perfect for what I had in mind. Leaving her skirt up around her waist, she put her arms back to the wall.

"Since I don't know if you make a habit of this, I'll consider this a first offence. I think 10 hard spanks should cover it, don't you?", I asked. She offered no reply.

Reaching back, I slapped her ass hard, the sound echoing up and down the deserted hallway. She gasped, but other than that made no sound. I continued another nine times, each time eliciting a gasp, and each time her breath coming faster and faster. On the tenth stroke she squeaked and shuddered, then stood there against the wall, panting.

I stood back and looked at her ass, glowing red, my handprints clearly visible. "Stand up", I said. She did, remaining facing the wall, obeying my commands to the letter. "Turn around", I told her. She complied. Her short skirt was still hiked up around her waist, showing me the front of her panties, a large wet spot clear and spreading. She remained there with her eyes on the ground.