Spanking In The Park

S.M. Wolf

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Cassiopeia and this story are copyrighted 2011 by S.M. Wolf. The story may not be reproduced in part or whole without the prior, written consent of the author. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is strictly coincidental.

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I enjoy coming to the city park. Its quiet walkways and gardens are so relaxing, especially during the height of summer when the entire place seemed to be covered in blooms. This particular park had the added advantage that it was set aside for human owners and their catgirls and catboys.

I walked up to some heritage pink roses and bent over to smell them. Their fragrance was intoxicating.

"Smell these, Cassie," I said enthusiastically.

There was no response.

"Cassie?" I said in a slightly confused tone.

Standing up, I looked around.

There was no catgirl in sight.

"Not again!" I growled under my breath as I started walking back the way I had come.

I found her two minutes later. Almost predictably, she was flirting shamelessly with one of the catboys. I did not recognize him, and Cassie likely did not know him, but that did not matter to her. From the way she was standing close to him and touching him, it was obvious that she wanted to find a private spot for some fun rutting.

"Cassiopeia!" I exclaimed sharply. "What have I told you about wandering off without my permission?"

Cassie turned to me. She was a lithe catgirl with a golden coat and white belly and face. Her back and legs were covered with black stripes as well. Her long, rust-red hair was tied back with a bow. Her lengthy, expressive tail was currently wrapped around the waist and legs of the catboy. She wore jeans and a T-shirt,. A small collar encircled her neck and proclaimed her to be mine.

"Master?" Cassiopeia said with some confusion. "I just stopped to talk with Ceph-"

"You were told specifically to stay with me!" I interrupted angrily.

As much as I truly loved Cassiopeia, the young lady had the very bad habit of wandering off on her own. I suspect it came from the feline genes spliced into her DNA.

Cassiopeia's ears and whiskers drooped. Her tail unwound from about the catboy.

"Yes, Master. I am sorry, Master," Cassiopeia said contritely.

I put my hands on my hips. I looked Cassie up and down before saying, "This has happened one too many times, young woman! You are going to be punished this time.

"I think a public spanking is appropriate."

Cassiopeia's hands flew to her mouth in shock and horror.

"No, Master! Please, Master! I'll be good from now on!" she pleaded with me.

"I am sure that you will be," I assured her as I took out a leash from my pants' pocket.

"After your spanking," I finished as I clipped the leash onto her collar.

I turned to the catboy and said, "Unless you want to share her fate, I suggest that you get back to your owner.

"Now!"

The catboy took one look at my angry face, turned and fled.

I led Cassie down several paths until we came to a small clearing surrounded by evergreens. It was in an area of the park that was strictly off-limits to children and kittens. To the left was a small stand selling a variety of food, drink and other things. To the right and further into the clearing were several posts with hooks. Beside the posts were granite seats of various sizes and heights.

I took Cassie to the nearest post and looped her leash around the hook. I turned her so that her back was to the main portion of the clearing and she was facing back the way we had come. She had been quietly sobbing ever since I clipped the leash on her collar, but when I put the leash on the post, she burst out crying loudly.

"Please, Master! Don't do this to me!" Cassiopeia pleaded again.

"You have earned a spanking," I told her. "Now put your nose against the post."

Still crying, Cassie did as I ordered. She stood nervously shifting from foot to foot. She half raised her hands several times.

"Stand quietly with your tail raised," I ordered Cassiopeia.

Her pitiful crying did not slow, but she did at least stop dancing and stood quietly. Reluctantly, she half lifted her tail. I tapped the underside of her tail, and she lifted it higher to reveal her shapely buttocks.

"You will wait here until I return," I ordered Cassiopeia.

"Yes- Yes, Master," Cassiopeia managed to get out around her crying.

I returned to the concession stand. As I waited for the proprietor to finish serving the woman in front of me, I glanced back at Cassiopeia. She was doing as told and standing fairly still. Behind her, I could see several owners, catboys and even catgirls gathering. Public punishments always brought a small crowd to watch the proceedings. Cassie and I had been here several times in the past to watch.

"Can I help you, sir?" the man behind the counter asked.

"Yes," I replied as I stepped up to the counter just vacated by the woman. "I need a small paddle for my catgirl's punishment."

The clerk turned and pointed to several paddles and canes hanging on the back wall. He asked me, "Anything in particular you have in mind?"

"Something small, light and designed to sting without doing real damage," I replied.

"I think I have the perfect thing for you," he said as he took down a paddle and handed it to me.

The paddle was about the size and shape of a ping-pong paddle. It was made from many layers of paper-thin ash veneer to give it incredible strength and suppleness while being very light. The entine paddle was encased in a thin layer of black leather. I held the handle in my hand. It fit perfectly. I gave a few experimental taps on my left palm. The blows stung and left just a hint of pink behind.

It was just what I wanted.

"Perfect!" I said. "How much?"

"Thirty dollars," the man replied.

I handed over the cash. He handed me back a sales receipt. My business done, I turned and walked back to Cassiopeia.

Cassiopeia had watched me make my purchase. Her look of pure horror was almost comical. I do not think I had ever seen her frown so much or have such puppy-eyes before. She wailed as I walked back to her.

"Please, Master!" she pleaded yet again as I walked up to her.

"Enough, Cassiopeia! You are going to be punished, and that is that! Now stop whining. There will be no further discussion," I said somewhat hotly. I was growing tired of both her needless crying and her pleading at every turn. This was not her first punishment though it was her first public one.

Cassiopeia knew that she had gone too far. She finally stopped trying to convince me not to spank her and hung her head in defeat.

I took her leash off the post and turned her around. She gasped as she saw over a dozen people waiting and watching. The catboy that she had been trying to seduce was there with a petite human female. Briefly, I considered telling her what had happened, but I decided against it. Cassiopeia was almost certainly solely responsible for what had happened. There was no reason to get him punished this time.

I led my catgirl over to a small granite cube. When I sat down on it, I was comfortably sitting with my thighs slightly hanging over the sides. I had to adjust my pants some. The thought of giving Cassie a public spanking had given me a hard-on. The cloth of my pants trapped my hard shaft until I freed it. I noticed that I was not the only person adjusting my pants. Several of the males in the crowd had to shift a large bulge in their crotch to get more comfortable.

"Stand in front of me facing me, Cassie," I told her.

Reluctantly, Cassiopeia did as I told her. She looked down at me half-expectantly, half-horrified at the thought of what was to come.

I reached out and grabbed the hem of her T-shirt. I pulled it up. Her breasts bounced into view. She never wore a bra, so now her tits were on full display. I adjusted the T-shirt until I was partially wrapped around her arms and bunched between her neck and cleavage.

When I reached for her waist, Cassie took a step back and begged me, "Please, Master! My pants won't protect me much! Please let me keep them on!"

"You know how this goes, Cassie. You are going to get a bare-bottom spanking, just like all the ones you liked watching before so much," I told her.

Cassiopeia had indeed watched many spankings in this very glade. If her performance in bed as soon as we got home or even sooner in the more private portions of the park was any indication, she had been immensely turned on by them as well. Obviously, she now had a lot more reservations about being the one spanked.

"Now get back in position," I told her.

Cassiopeia bit her lower lip but did not move.

"Cassiopeia!" I said in a warning tone.

Reluctantly, Cassiopeia took a step forward.

I leaned forward and reached behind her. I found the two buttons at her waistband and just above the hole in the jeans for her tail. I undid both. My hand found the button on the front and undid it as well before slowly pulling down her zipper. I heard her sharp intake of breath at the sound of her zipper being opened.

I grabbed the waist of her jeans and pulled down. I heard some gasps and more than a few whistles as Cassie's beautifully rounded ass was revealed. Her shapely behind was why I had bought Cassiopeia. I grinned up at her as she blushed uncontrollably at the reaction of the people out of sight behind her.

I finished by pulling her jeans down around her ankles. She stood in front of me effectively naked. I sat back and pointed to a spot to my right.

"Come over here," I told Cassiopeia.

With trepidation and a lot of sobbing, Cassie made her way to my right side. Her feet were effectively hobbled by her jeans, so she had to shuffle her feet in small steps to get into position.

I turned my catgirl so that she faced my lap.

"Now down over my knees, Cassie," I told her.

Cassiopeia's sobbing picked up a notch, but she lowered her body down. I guided her over my thighs and positioned her with her belly resting on my thighs, her hips pressed firmly into my right thigh, and her breasts hung down on my right. I could feel their underside pressed hard against my left thigh.

"Hands on the ground, and keep your head up," I commanded Cassiopeia. "Legs together and out behind you with your knees slightly bent."

She did as ordered with considerable reluctance.

I grabbed Cassie's tail where it lay against her legs and pulled it up in a graceful arch over her back. I heard her gasp as she realized that her butt was left totally unprotected now. Her spanking was only moments away.

I pulled the leash out from underneath Cassie and let it fall from her collar to the ground. I shifted the paddle from my right hand to my left hand. I let my right hand roam over her naked ass while I held her down with my left forearm pressed against her shoulder blades. She squirmed deliciously as I played with her softly furred bottom.

"To start with," I said with a significant pause, "I am going to give you six swats on your right cheek with my hand for all your crying. Then, I am going to give you six more swats on your left cheek for all your complaining and trying to get out of your spanking."

"No!" Cassiopeia cried in horror.

"Want to make it a dozen more on top of that?" I asked with a growl.

"No!" Cassiopeia assured my quickly.

The crowd laughed a bit. I could tell that many were disappointed that Cassie would not be getting the additional punishment. The catboy from earlier certainly was visibly let down. His owner helped get him cheered up quickly.

"Finally, for wandering off yet again without a word or my permission, ten swats with the paddle to finish your punishment."

Cassiopeia cried out inarticulately as she heard the severity of her punishment, but I ignored her. Instead, I turned my head and upper torso to the right. I gave her right ass cheek a firm grope that brought a small dry from Cassie. I played with her ass for a few moments just for fun.

I raised my hand and brought it down somewhat hard on the right side of Cassiopeia's behind, The pleasant sound of the flesh of my palm striking her furred bottom was joined a moment later by Cassie's loud squeal. I knew that it was more surprise and shock than actual pain because I had not hit her that hard.

I continued to deliver the remaining eleven swats on her ass. She wriggled delightfully as I spanked her. I nearly came from the feel of her body rubbing against my hard shaft. I was certain that I had a nice wet spot from my pre-cum on the front of my pants, but I did not care. Plenty of the watchers had wet spots as well, and not just the males.

My eyes found the catboy and his owner again. Both were watching Cassiopeia's spanking intently. I almost laughed when I saw that her left hand was on his crotch. She was giving him a slow hand job through his pants. From the wet spot, I was sure that the show and the physical stimulation had set his balls off a few times already.

I took the time to intersperse swatting Cassie's butt with groping her ass. I openly played with her soft, twin globes of flesh. They were wantonly delicious to grab, stroke and openly feel publicly during her chastisement. More than once, I slipped a finger into the crack of her ass to gently probe her pink anal rose or slide further down and caress her pussy lips between clenched thighs. The crowd had no trouble figuring out what I was doing from Cassie's cries. I did not try to hide it either. None objected, though. Indeed, everyone seemed to be enjoying the show Cassiopeia put on when she felt my finger publicly touching her most private parts.

Once I was done with my open-handed spanking, it was time for Cassie's paddling.

I ran my hand over Cassiopeia's behind a few times to calm her some before taking the paddle into my right hand. I told Cassie, "Now it is time for your paddling."

Cassiopeia turned her head back to look at me. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. The fur on either side of her muzzle was matted from the dampness. She begged me with her eyes not to continue, but I said, "This is for disobeying my direct order and wandering away without permission. You have done this many times before and been warned each time. You have not changed your behavior despite my best efforts to be nice about it. You are not allowed to go off whenever and wherever you want, and if you do it again, you will be back here for twenty strokes next time."

I placed my left forearm along Cassie's spine and pressed down hard to hold her in place. I grabbed the base of her tail with my left hand and pulled to get her to lift it high in the air. I could see several of the onlookers massage their crotches. If I had not been so busy at the moment, I would have been doing the same.

I did not intend to seriously hurt Cassie, but I did want to make a point. I raised the paddle high and brought it down squarely on her right ass cheek. It made a very loud thwack as it connected with her already warmed flesh. Cassiopeia howled and tried to thrash about, but I held her firmly in place until her flailing subsided. The crowd laughed at her antics. She was crying full force again from the sting of the blow and the humiliation of her public punishment.

One by one, I delivered all ten of her whacks. I alternated from her right to left ass cheek, but I closely spaced the blows on each ass cheek so that their effect was cumulative. I could not see her skin redden as I would a human, but I knew that it had to be a nice bright pink underneath her pelt by the time that I was done.

After I was done delivering her paddling, I let Cassie lay over my knees and cry for several minutes. Some of the crowd lingered to watch her, but most made a beeline for the paths that led to the parking lots or more private areas of the park. Cassiopeia and I had used both after watching catgirls and catboys be spanked. I was sure that there would be quite a bit of mating going on in the next hour and likely beyond. Cassie's assignation target for the afternoon was led away by his owner in a rush. I suspected he was going to get very lucky this afternoon, just not with Cassiopeia as she had intended.

When Cassie's crying subsided to just the occasional sob, I said, "Up!"

Cassiopeia stood. She was a little unsteady on her feet, but she seemed to be in reasonable shape.

"Stand in front of me again," I ordered her.

Cassie shuffled around in front of me.

I was sitting, so my eyes were almost even with her cunny. I could clearly see how wet she was. The fronts of her thighs were soaked. Apparently, the pain had become mixed with pleasure as I spanked her.

"Turn around so that I can check your bottom," I said to Cassiopeia.

"Master?" she replied hesitantly. Most of the crowd was gone now, but those that remained would have no trouble seeing what I had.

"Turn around!" I said gruffly.

Sniffling, Cassiopeia lowered her head and turned around. I could hear several snickers from those that were still here.

I reached up and gently stroked Cassie's ass to cool it down. She was quite warm, but I strongly suspected that it was from more than just the spanking. I could feel her shudder at my touch. I had inadvertently brought her to orgasm again with my probing of her abused ass.

After several minutes, I stood and picked up the end of her leash. I gave it a tug and headed back for the post. It was fun watching her try to keep up with me with her ankles trapped inside her jeans.

I looped the leash over the hook again. I was almost ready to head back to the concession stand when I noticed Cassiopeia reach behind her and rub her ass. I frowned.

"Give me your hands," I ordered Cassiopeia.

Somewhat startled, Cassie held out her hands. I pulled her arms forward and put her wrists together. While I held her hands in place with my left hand, I wrapped her leash around her wrists a couple of times before tying it off. I was left with a short length hanging out of the knot. I used that to pull Cassie to the post and secure her to the hook. She now had to stand with her bound wrists head high. Her position helped accentuate her perky breasts and hard nipples.

I went back to the concession stand and bought a couple of bottles of water. I took my time and watched Cassie. She was still sobbing, but there was a glint in her eyes promising fun tonight. Furthermore, her frown had become a broad smile. Despite everything, she had apparently enjoyed her spanking and putting on a show. I had always known that Cassiopeia was as wanton and randy as any catgirl, but it appeared that she also had a hidden streak of exhibitionism brought to the surface today.

As I sucked on my water, I could not help but think that, while this was Cassiopeia first public spanking, it would not be her last by a long shot!