gregwesthoven

[gregwesthoven]

On-Line Surprise Part 1

DISAPPOINTING ANGEL : So would you like to meet.   FIRM BELIEVER : Yes. How about noon today?   DISAPPOINTING ANGEL : Okay. Any place special?   FIRM BELIEVER :The Mall of America might be a good place. You’ll feel safe in a public place.   DISAPPOINTING ANGEL :Thanks. I will feel better.   FIRM BELIEVER :So we’ll meet a Johnny Rockets. Sound good to you?   DISAPPOINTING ANGEL :Sounds great. I’ll see you there at noon.   FIRM BELIEVER :How will I know you?   DISAPPOINTING ANGEL :I’ll be wearing my Vikings jersey. Number 65. Bye.   Pushing slightly away front his desk, John Utah looked at the final words on the screen, before logging off. Leaning back in his leather office chair, he wondered.   “Will this one turn out,” he sighed.   John had been down this road a few times with the women he had met. He always seemed to get this mental picture of how they looked or how it would turn out.   “You can’t judge from online chats,” he said to himself.   Here he was all of twenty-five and looking for that special woman, some to be with, always, on a spanking site. He felt he deserved it, wanted to find someone with the same interest. Then maybe he would find happiness. But it was either they just weren’t who he wanted to be with for long or they didn’t like him. John wanted something lasting, that if he were lucky, included spanking.   John had worked hard for the last seven years. It was just at the start of his final year in high school when his dad passed away. Too much Jack and far too many cheap cigars. He dropped out to work in the family store. Minnesota Tire, the little shop that his grandfather had started and than his dad took over with John helping out, when not in school. He had talked many times to his dad about expanding the store and making it bigger. His dad had always said one day soon.   John had kept the store afloat while taking night courses to finish his schooling. He just went non-stop but had managed. Than it came to him, one day soon had to be now. Do or die. Getting the business loan was the hardest but he got it and expanded Minnesota Tire into a much bigger, brighter store. Not just tires and car parts. But home appliances, tools and cookware. Instead of the little garage they had, there was now room to work on up to six cars at once. He was glad that his grandfather was around to see the first of now seven shops open up before he passed away.   Getting up from the desk, John made his way to his private washroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He needed a quick shave and his pale brown hair could use a comb through it. John always thought that it was his dark brown eyes that gave him that commanding look. He remembered when he use to hate his look, his hair longer and shaggy on his six-four thin frame. But now with weekly workouts and adding fifty pounds of firm muscle, he felt better about his look.   “You’ve come a long way in seven years,” he said to his reflection and headed to the outer office.   As he entered, his twenty year old secretary was over by the window pouring herself some coffee. It always surprised him when she would take off her four inch heels around the office at times. With her round little face underneath a cascade of golden curls, this five-three girl looked more like she should be in eighth grade rather than being his very competent secretary.   “Bonnie. I’ll be away from the office for the day,” he said.   “Sure thing boss,” Bonnie said with a smile.   “Things should be quiet so if you want to leave early and start your weekend, please do,” John replied pleasantly.   “Thank you. Would I assume that my kind and wonderful boss has a date,” Bonnie beamed, her aqua blue eyes dancing.   “Remember what they say about assuming,” John laughed.   “Oh yes. What was I thinking,” she giggled. “Just be careful, I hear there could be a snow storm sometime today.”   “You too. Maybe you should leave early and get home safe,” he replied.   “You are the sweetest boss ever,” she said putting her mug down and running over to give him a hug.   “Miss Johnson, this is rather unprofessional of you,” John said embarrassed.   It made him think of last Christmas eve. It was quiet and they celebrated with some wine. It hit her pretty fast and after kicking off her heels, she shocked him when she sat on his lap with her arms around his neck. Luckily the alcohol wound up making her sleepy and she drifted off where she sat.   “Unprofessional! Not me boss,” she smiled as she released him.   Giving her a wag of his finger then a wave, John grabbed his winter coat, left the office and headed to the elevator to the garage. He like Bonnie, but he would not, could not cross that line of employer and employee. She was very cute, but it was something that he stuck to. He cared for her, yes. But more like a big brother would. He found she was a great worker and didn‘t want to lose that.   “No need to go and ruin it,” he whispered.   Besides, there was the whole spanking thing. What he truly wanted as part of a relationship. Someone to be with. Someone to love. Someone to spank. He couldn’t risk that with Bonnie. Maybe she did like him, maybe she would go out with him if he asked. But maybe she wouldn’t want to be over his knee. No, even though she had an adorable little bottom, he wasn’t going to risk it with her. It just won’t be right.   “Nope. I’m not gong to go there,” he said softly to himself as he got behind the wheel of his Jeep Liberty.   Pulling out of the underground garage, John wondered if this was all a mistake. Would this be another online surprise that would turn out wrong. He’d had them each and every time. He wanted the spanking but even the few that he did go through with it, there was no real chemistry. John was glad that his Jeep heated quickly as it was freezing out there. Even though the winters were harsh in Minneapolis, it was home to him. John had decided to leave work early to get there. He figured getting there a couple of hours early, he could look for a Christmas gift for his secretary and settled his nerves.   John always had this feeling when going to meet someone from online. Nervous that he would say something wrong or stupid. Excited that maybe this will be the one. Nervous that she won’t be the one, as well as bracing if she didn’t show up. That was always the worst, not showing up and leaving him wondering, why? Was it something about him that caused this.   Finally arriving and getting a space to park, John entered out into the frigid December air. Even in his heavy coat, he felt the chill and was grateful to enter the mall. It was always so colourful this time of year, festive and very busy. John figured he’d head over to Macy’s and buy Bonnie a figurine. Something nice and it wouldn’t be too personal. Not paying attention, deep in his thoughts, he felt his arm bump into someone.   “Excuse me,” he said as the young lady looked up at him with blue-green eyes.. “Gwen? Gwen Smith. Is that you.”   “Johnny Utah. Oh my gawd,” the sandy blonde replied.   “I thought you would be down in Florida with your football boyfriend.”   “No. He went, I didn’t.”   “I’m sorry to hear that,” John replied.   “Did you want to stop for coffee and sort of catch up,” Gwen asked. “Or do you have to be somewhere?”   “No. I have time. It would be nice to catch up,” John said.   It had been eight years since he had seen her. John noticed that Gwen still looked as good now as she did back in school. He remembered how he like most of the guys, had a crush on her back then. She was about ten inches shorter than him and though her body was on the slim side, for some reason it looked great on her. John use to sneak a peek when ever she walked by at school, not wanting her over jealous boyfriend or one of his friends to catch him. But it was always a treat to watch as her round girlish bottom moved as she walked by, especially when she was wearing a pair of tight jeans. She was the pearl in a school that was her oyster, and she knew it. The thing he liked about her though was she was never stuck up. Always saying hi if she passed him by. Now John noticed that although she looked the same and her hair was probably still shoulder length, though it was hard to tell in the parka she was wearing, she didn’t seem to have that air about her as she did back then.   As they found a table at Starbucks and sipped their coffees, she drew the zipper of her parka down a few inches giving John a glimpse of a purple top.   “So what happened with you and Jason?” John asked.   “My grades weren’t good enough for Florida State. Fact is they weren’t good enough for any University,” she replied.   “Oh. I’m sorry to here that.”   “I guess I thought I had it made. High school seemed so easy and I guess I took thinks for granted.”   All John could do was nod, he didn’t know what to say, so he just let her talk.   “My dad was really disappointed in me with the fact I barely passed. To much time spent enjoying myself and not thinking about the future,” Gwen said sadly.   She told him how her younger sister, Stacy had gotten her degree in dentistry and had married lawyer. That even her roommate was a manager with a degree in business and dating the center of the Vikings and soon would be moving out.   “So what do you do?” John asked.   “I’m a sales clerk at Victoria’s Secret here in the mall,” she replied softly with a trace of sadness.   “Hey. That’s not to bad, at least it’s a job.”   “I know, but I know I can do better. I like it there but at least it would be nice to be manager or something.”   To John it sounded like everyone she knew had gone further than her and sort of passed her by. He knew she was smart enough, she just screwed up.   “So what about you Johnny. What have you been doing since high school.”   John told her about taking over the family store, but left out the fact that he now owned seven. He didn’t want to make her feel that someone else she knew was doing well. Told her about finishing high school by taking night courses and basically just kept busy as life seemed to pass him by.   “Yes I remember that your dad died and you left, I really felt sorry for you Johnny,” she said touching his hand.   “You sent flowers. I never forgot that,” he replied.   “Johnny. You were so sweet always the gentleman, not like most of the jerks. So I cared,” she told him.   John was enjoying their talk and got lost in time, before realizing they had been talking and catching up for almost three hours. He was late. He couldn’t believe that Disappointing Angel was waiting for him and he hadn’t shown. He had never done that, he had it done to him a few times and knew how it felt. Now he had done just the same.   “Is something wrong Johnny?” Gwen asked.   “Sorry. I didn’t realize the time, I should be going,” John replied reluctant to leave.   “I understand. I should be going as well,” Gwen told him.   Saying good-bye and promising to stay in touch, John made his way quickly to Johnny Rockets. Looking around he found no one wearing a number 65 jersey. He had screwed up. He had not shown up as he said and now he was just as bad as those who had done it to him.   Deciding to get his secretaries gift, he left the restaurant feeling depressed.   “She could have been the one and I blew it,” he said softly.   After getting Bonnie a cute little puppy figurine by Iladro he decided to grab a bite to eat. He didn’t have anyone except his secretary to buy for, so it did make Christmas shopping fast and easy. John knew she loved animals and in particular dogs, so he knew she would love the figurine. It was the right gift, nice and not to personal. Going back to Johnny Rockets for a quick lunch, John felt it was only fitting to go there and drowned his sorrow as he ate. To remind him that he had probably blown his chance to find that one special woman and feel happy. Feel complete. Looking around for a vacant table, John felt as if his heart had skipped a beat. Towards the rear of the restaurant with her back to him, sat a woman in a booth. He could see her blonde hair that just past what looked like a purple jersey.   “Could it be,” he whispered,.   Though no number could be seen, John had to know if it was her. He needed to see if she wore the number 65. John felt nervous and excited all at the same time. As he got closer he notice the untouched grilled cheese sandwich before her. Saw a tear trickle down from the corner of her eye.   “Is something wrong, Gwen.”   She looked up at him and brushed tears away. She seemed lost for words or surprised to see him there. But she was upset about something and he wanted to help.   “All I seem to do is screw up,” she sniffled. “I had plans to meet someone today, hoped they would be the one. But I was late.”   As John sat down across from her, his heart felt for her. The sadness in her eyes told so much about her, that he never noticed before. As he looked in her eyes and tried to console her, his eyes moved a bit and caught big white numbers on the front of the jersey. Number 65. Now it made sense. She had said her roommate was dating the center of the Vikings. John Sullivan. Number 65.   “You’re Disappointing Angel,” he whispered softly.   Hearing her online name, Gwen’s eyes seemed to get bigger with surprise. Her mouth seemed to open as if words were meant to come forth. But nothing came for what seemed like eternity, though it was only more than a few seconds.   “Johnny! You mean you’re….” she started.   “Yes. Gwen. I’m Firm Believer,” John finished.   “I don’t know what to say. I’m surprised,” Gwen said softly.   “So am I. Pleasantly surprised, that is.”   “Here I thought I blew it when I was late, but it turned out we both were,” Gwen smiled.   “So what got you started with spanking?” John asked with interest.   “I guess it started three years ago. An episode of Weeds and a spanking in a limo,” she replied. “And you?”   “Guess my grandfather played a part in it,” John chuckled.   “Your grandfather!”   John explained that when he moved into his grandfathers house after his dad died, he had decided to clean the attic. That’s where he found stacks of old books and magazines all about spanking. He never mentioned it to his grandfather and guessed he may have forgotten , as he was forgetful at times.   “Magazines and books. Sounds interesting,” Gwen said softly.   “They were,” John smiled.   “Makes me want to see them,” she giggled.   He told her about some of the women he had met. About being robbed once by one who had stole his wallet. Gwen told him about the few she had met. That they seemed more interested in getting her in bed than spanking her.   “Some online use it,” she said. “They figure that having a girl half naked entitles them to what ever they want.”   “Sometimes I just don’t understand people,” John replied shaking his head.   “Johnny, I’m glad that it’s you,” Gwen said softly, touching his hand.   “So am I Gwen. I had a crush on you in high school,” he answered.   “You did!”   “But didn’t want your boyfriend to kill me.”   “Johnny. I think if he saw you now, he’d be the one afraid,” she smiled.   “I doubt that, but thanks for the compliant.”   “Did you. Did you want to get together today?” she asked softly.   “We could go to my place if you like. I’ll try and get you back before the storm,” John told her.   “If you like, I could pack an overnight bag,” Gwen whispered. “I’m sure I’ll be safe with you.”   “You would. You can sleep in one of the spare rooms if you want.”   “Johnny. I do want you to know, I’ve never slept with the guys I’ve met online,” she told him.   “I never thought that of you Gwen and would never think that.”   “I think that’s why I always liked you,” she said. “Never judgemental.”   She looked at him and smiled. John seemed to sense that she was happy. He hoped that she was as happy as he was, to be with her. Gwen told him that she would go over to her apartment to pack a quick bag. That it wasn’t far and she wouldn’t be long. John shook his head and said it was cold out and he would drive her.   “It’s okay Johnny. I’ll be fine,” she responded.   “Gwen. I thought I lost you before, but I found you now. I don’t want to risk losing you again.”   Gwen smiled. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as they both rose from the booth. The weather outside seemed just as cold as when he arrived earlier. John noticed that even in her parka, that Gwen shivered slightly and he put his arm around her to hold her close till they got to the Jeep.   As she had said, she didn’t live far as they arrive at the Village Park apartment building in minutes. Taking his coat, Gwen let him wait as she headed for her bedroom. As he waited, he looked around at his surroundings. It was nice, small but lived in. Not like his place, that always seemed cold and empty.   “I’m ready when you are,” Gwen said standing before him, an overnight bag in her hand.   John noticed that she had changed her top. Replacing the jersey with a pink plaid shirt to go with the faded hipster jeans she had on.   “You like?” she asked sweetly as she did a full turn.   John caught his breath. It was like high school seeing Gwen in jeans. They were faded and looked soft. As she turned he noticed how they accented her bottom, with the seam slightly pushing in to highlight her cheeks even more. No this wasn’t high school. He didn’t have to fear looking at her like back then.   “You look wonderful and yes I like.”   He wanted to reach out, to hold her close. To feel her against him. But he just rose from the couch and watched as she went through her purse. Watched as she pulled two items out before setting her purse on the floor. A can of mace and a stun stick.   “Don’t need these this time,” she smiled. “Be right back.”   John was amazed, but also glad that she kept herself safe. He guessed with those she had met wanted something more from her, she had a couple of things to let them realize, no meant no. Grabbing their coats, John took her overnight bag for her as they headed out. As they drove, snow had started to fall lightly from the sky. Soon John knew it would come heavier. They talked mostly about the old days of school, laughing at times at some of the memories each had experienced. Finally arriving at 3800 Chowen avenue, his grandfathers Tudor home.   “Oh Johnny. It’s beautiful and it looks old,” Gwen remarked as they pulled in the garage.   “Yes. My grandfather told me once it was build in 1927. He was born in this house,” John replied.   Heading around to the front door he opened and let Gwen enter first. He noticed for the first time it didn’t feel so empty as he took her coat. Giving her a guided tour of the house, he felt her warmth as she walked close beside him. Finally they were back in the Living room John poured them each a brandy and joined her on the couch. He was nervous and he knew why. This was Gwen he was with. Not some stranger that he met online.   “Johnny. This going to be an awkward evening,” Gwen whispered softly. “Maybe we should get the spanking over with so we can relax.”   John was surprised but he understood. This was awkward for him and now he knew she felt the same way. Maybe it was because they knew each other that caused this feeling in both. It would be difficult to enjoy each others company when both knew they had gotten here for a purpose. Gwen reached over into her purse and pulled a bottle out from within.   “Do you like apple-cinnamon?” she asked holding the body mist out for him to see.   “Yes Gwen. It would be lovely.”   “Be right back,” she said getting up.   John watched as she walked away, heading for the bathroom. All the while just taking in the movement of her bottom. When she past out of site, he got up and moved the coffee table a few inches further away so there would be room and sat back down in the center of the couch. Before he knew it, she was back. Placing the bottle of mist back into her purse, she stood before him. John could smell the apple-cinnamon that floated from her body. It was intoxicating and he notice a slight blush of her cheeks.   “I’m ready Johnny,” the words escaped her lips softly.   Reaching out to her waist, John felt a charge of electricity as his fingers touched the button of her jeans. His fingers trembled as he worked to open them and could hear the softness of her breathing get slightly quicker. Finally he felt the button open and moved his fingers to the zipper. Slowly, gently, pulling the tab down and watched as metal teeth came apart. Once it had reached the end, John placed his hands on the each side of her hips and slowly worked the soft denim down, as first panties came into view. Then her slim white thighs as he moved the jeans down until they were just passed her knees.   “All right Gwen,” he said nervously as he patted his waiting lap.   Moving slightly over, Gwen began to lower herself down. Placing her hands on his thighs for support. He loved the feel of her warm hands. His only concern was he had become so hard, he was afraid that Gwen would feel it and get upset that he was so excited. But as her body pressed against him, she said nothing as she moved to get comfortable and with his help, brought her legs up onto the couch. John gazed at the site before him. The girl from his high school dreams and fantasies, stretched out like this. Her cotton panties had become a rounded vee between her thighs as they came together and disappeared. Pale white cheeks looked up at him, exposed just where the rainbow stripes of her panties had vanished. John felt it was fitting that she wore them and felt like someone that was about to find the pot of gold beneath it.   Taking a moment John placed a hand on her bottom and rubbed slowly. Even through the cotton material her bottom felt soft. He wanted to just keep rubbing Gwen like this, but she wanted a spanking as much as he wanted to give her one.   “Are my panties going to come down, Johnny?” she asked.   “Yes Gwen. They come down for a bare bottom spanking.”   John heard the intake of breath as his fingers slipped into her waistband. Was it her breath, or his. He felt her lift slightly as he started to peel them down. As they passed her bottom, he felt her lower herself back down. Slowly he guided the garment down, surprised and happy to discover when his fingers felt the dampness inside of them. Maybe she did feel him pressing against her and said nothing because she was as excited as he was. After leaving her panties bunched down with her jeans, John once again rubbed circles over her pale cheeks. As he let his hand gently slide over her soft flesh, he made sure that his hands didn’t get to intrusive. No that he wasn’t going to do. He just moved his hand lightly like a down hill skier, over her twin slopes.   Giving Gwen’s bottom a final little rub, John pushed her shirt up past her waist and placed his hand on her flesh. He remembered in their chats that she had said her bottom should be red and fiery and even after all her crying and promises, to give her a few more as sort of a reminder.   John pulled her in close to his body with the hand on her waist as the other rose into the air, above her bottom. He noticed the slight movement of her cheeks as she waited.   “Are you ready Gwen?” he asked quietly.   “Yes Johnny. I’m ready to have my bare little bottom spanked like a naughty girl,” she whispered.   With that said, John brought his hand down crisply onto one cheek. The reaction of her yelp told him it was hard enough. Gripping her waist tighter he started to bring his hand down again. First spanking down one cheek, than starting on the other. At times he would just go back and forth. He knew this way Gwen wouldn’t know which cheek would feel his hand next. As he hand kept making contact, her bottom got pinker. She started to squirm and kick her legs as he held her tight against him. Again and again his hand came down. He love the feel of her bottom as it got warmer. As her cheeks started to show a red color, her kicking legs had caused her jeans and panties to work their way to her ankles. John had turn every inch of her bottom a bright red as she cried and begged.   Gripping her more securely to let her know that it was almost over and these were the final spanks, John spanked faster then before. Not quite as hard, but very fast for one final minute that had her bawling. As soon as he stopped she jumped up, rubbing her cheeks of fire as tears streamed down. When her little dance was almost over, John took hold of her and sat her on his lap. She squirmed and he could feel the fiery heat through the material of his pants. He just held her and let her cry against his chest as he slowly rocked her. When she had settled and he felt her start to move, John let go so she could stand. Very careful she pulled her pants and panties up and winced as the material touched her bottom.   “I’m just going to freshen up,” she said wiping tears away.   “I’m going to need a cold shower before I go to bed,” he said to himself after Gwen left the room.   Looking outside he noticed the snow was coming down harder then before. He didn’t hear as Gwen came back into the room.   “You certainly know how to spank, Johnny,” she said as she rubbed the seat of her jeans.   “I’m glad it meets with your approval,” he laughed.   “It’s how I always dreamed it would be,” she replied.   Gwen thanked him for not being one of those guys that try and take advantage, but knew he wasn’t like that. Told him she felt save when she was over his lap. John told her he wished he had more then tv dinners and burgers and fries, but he wasn’t expecting the day to turn out like it had.   “Burger and fries are fine,” she smiled. “But maybe get some real food for next time.”   John couldn’t believe his ears. She said next time. She wanted to see him again. He hoped it would be again and again. He didn’t want her to leave his life.   After dinner, they went out for a walk. It wasn’t as cold, but the snow was coming harder. Gwen loved how all the houses had all coloured lights up and wondered why his house didn’t.   “Didn’t think it mattered much before,” he replied.   “We’ll have to fix that and maybe get some decorations up as well,” she said snuggling up against him.   He told her there was Christmas stuff in the attic and if it made her happy, he would bring them down and decorate the place. He was glad that this made her smile. John was glad that the cool air was relaxing him. He may not need that cold shower after all.   After sitting in the living room for a few hours and just talking, John showed Gwen where she could sleep and after saying good night, entered his own room. He had just put on his pajama bottoms and sitting on the side of the bed. Letting his mind replay everything that had happened, he heard the light knocking on his door.   “Johnny. May I come in.”   “Sure Gwen,” he responded as the door slowly opened.   There she was entering his room in a pair of thermal pajama’s that seemed to fit her like a second skin. The soft gray material was decked out with white and pink stripes, her feet bare.   “I had a wonderful time with you today,” she said.   “So did I Gwen,” John replied as she got closer.   “I wish it would never end. Maybe next time, if you like I’ll wear my old cheerleading outfit,” Gwen whispered.   “Gwen my dear. I have a thought, why not save it for our honeymoon,” John let the words come out.   Her eyes seemed to light up from the words he had said. A tear trickled out from one eye and slowly slid down to her lips. Lips that had such a wonderful smile. John was happy he said what he said and he knew that Gwen was just as happy.   “Johnny. You mean it. You really mean it,” was all she could say.   “Yes, Gwen. I mean it,” he told her. “Though I should spank you for not saying I do.”   “I think you must. Though I hope you won’t be offended if I take my time with the answer,” she said as she started to pull her bottoms down and off.   “Take all the time you need, wouldn’t want to rush you,” John replied placing her over one knee.   “Johnny. I just want you to know, you’re the first to get me excited from a spanking.”   “I’m sure you felt my excitement,” he replied. “But it was excitement because it was you.”   Sliding her panties down he let them slip down to her ankles. He watched as she moved her feet to be free of them. Her bottom was still warm, it was more a light pink color now as he rubbed. He wasn’t going to spank hard, just enough for her to feel it.   Outside the snow continued to fall, covering the streets in a colour of white. Inside the frost covered window, the sounds of flesh meeting flesh. A bottom bare, the cheeks becoming the colour of red. Till finally two single words, small though they were, but holding such a meaning came forth.    

[gregwesthoven]

On-Line Surprise Part 2

She watched as her boss put on his coat and headed out of the office. When the door closed, Bonnie waited a few minutes. She wanted to make sure he didn’t come back, before going back to her computer. Sitting in front of the screen, she brought up the YIM conversation that she had earlier.           “Why couldn’t you be Mr. No-nonsense, John” Bonnie sighed as she looked at the screen.   Looking at the words, gave her that familiar tingle down below. First pressing her thighs tight together as she read. But after a few seconds, slowly parting them as she pressed her hand against the front of her pants. Bonnie could already feel the heat against her palm as she gazed at the words she had, had with Mr. No-nonsense.   “I’ve got to stop this and get ready,” she whispered.   No she figured it wasn’t her boss. All the fantasies that played in her head even though she knew. All the tight pants or skirts to show off her bottom. Even leaving her wooden oval hairbrush on her desk. Nothing.   “To bad you’re not into spanking boss,” she said to herself.   Bonnie would have loved it if her boss had bared her bottom and spanked her in the office. But a fantasy was one thing, reality was another. How would they be able to work together after that. She wanted a spanking, but was nervous about it too. She liked John and the pay was great. having him see her bare bottom still made her uneasy. But it was wonderful to think about from time to time.   She remembered last Christmas eve and the wine they had shared. If only he knew how close she had come to acting out her office fantasy. Kicked off her shoes and walked towards him. A part of her had decided to put herself over his lap. Luckily through the fog of wine, her brain stopped her and she sat on his lap instead.   “That was embarrassing enough,” Bonnie giggled. “Glad I didn’t go the other way.”   But in her mind, they hadn’t been drinking and her boss was going to deal with his naughty secretary. It was one of her favourite fantasies that she would play out in her head.   “Too bad you’re a vanilla. Boss,” she said softly.   Trying to put the thoughts of spanking out of her head, Bonnie worked quickly. She had her lunch date and now her boss said she could leave early. She could have the rest of the day to herself and maybe, with Mr. No-nonsense. That thought made her squirm in her chair.         This could be risky, she knew. Meeting someone for the first time, almost like a blind date. It might not turn out the way she hoped. Her roommate Melissa had talked about the dangers of meeting someone online. Of course Mel went to dating sites from time to time. Not spanking sites. But Bonnie was getting anxious and it was slowly eating away at her. She had dated boys all through high school and a couple after, but that was it. Nothing special. No spanking involved. That part she was afraid to reveal to them, afraid of how they would react to it. So she kept quite and lived in her fantasies.   Bonnie knew first hand that spankings hurt. Learned that from her dad. Though she was usually good, there were times when her dad would spank her. She dreaded when he would take her pants down. Embarrassed when her panties followed and cried long after the spanking was over, as she laid on her stomach. It wasn’t until she was about thirteen and starting to develop that things started to change.   She thought she was all grown up, now that she was starting to get breasts. Actually had hair, where there hadn’t been before. She didn’t want a spanking, she felt she was too old for one. But her dad taught her otherwise. Bare bottom over her fathers knee and crying like she was a little girl. But it was after he had left and though the heat from her bottom burned. She started to feel another sensation, in a place that now had hair. It confused her. It frightened her. Was there something wrong with her. Her dad had just spanked her and now she was excited. It was wrong. Something was wrong with her. Was she perverse? Bonnie didn’t understand why the pain had turned into excitement.   Bonnie had hated the pain and embarrassment of the bare bottom spankings, but after that was the sensations down below and the shame. The shame that her dad had excited her. Though she doubted that it was the same for him. That’s when she started to fantasize. Fantasize that it was the mailman, a policeman, her principal. Even her handsome math teacher, as she slipped her fingers down. To the dampness that waited her, as she laid on her stomach. She didn’t get many spankings after that. In a way it gave Bonnie mixed emotions. Glad that her dad was seeing how grown-up she was becoming. Sad to miss those tingly feelings. Embarrassed that her own father, so sweet and caring, was turning her on.   As Bonnie started to finish up at the office, she remembered that last spanking from her dad. Sixteen. Four years ago. She had gotten back from her date with Ted and she was late. If her dad had known why they were late, it might have been worse. But it was so nice in the back seat of Ted’s Charger. Her first time. She thought, though painful at first it felt so nice. But then the spanking she got when she had arrived late, gave her even stronger feelings after.   ‘Four years. Seems like decades ago’ Bonnie thought.   The closest she had gotten was the time back at the apartment in early fall. She was standing in front of the open fridge trying to decide what to have for breakfast. It was warm and she was still in her pink chiffon baby-dolls with the black lace, when she yelped. Her roommate Melissa had slapped her bottom.   “Don’t hold the fridge open like that,” she scolded.   “Sorry,” Bonnie replied, rubbing her bottom.   Melissa was a great roommate, but tough at times. Bonnie guessed being a nurse gave her that take charge sort of demeanour. That and the fact that she was four inches taller than Bonnie’s five-three frame. Standing there rubbing and looking at her auburn haired friend before her, still in her vintage bud camisol with the little flower buds and matching shorts. Bonnie wanted to speak.     ‘Pull them down and spank my bare bottom‘, her brain screamed.   But she stayed quite. A part of her wondered what it would feel like to be across those tan bare thighs. But Bonnie shook that thought out of her head. She wanted to be spanked by a man, not a woman.     “Maybe if things stay this way,” Bonnie said softly, as she went for her coat. “I might try getting a spanking from Melissa.”   But that would be a last resort, as far as Bonnie was concern. The second last resort was going online to meet someone. Which she was getting ready to do now, as she placed her shoes under the desk and started to pull on a pair of pink cotton crew socks.     “Here’s hoping that this will turn out,” she said, as she slipped her feet into the gray wedge boots.   Bonnie needed this to work. Spanking was on her mind so much. She missed that after feel and wanted to feel it again. She knew that it might not turn out. He may have lied about himself. With her luck, he’ll be about sixty.   “Don’t think that,” she scolded herself, as she wrapped her pink knitted scarf around her neck.   What were the odds that this would turn out? Would she get that spanking that would ease the ache inside? Or would it be more of just fantasizing in her mind. She was nervous. Worried. Scared and excited. All at the same time. Pulling the matching beanie down over her head. She placed her pink gloves into her tote and pulled on her gray puffer jacket.     “I hope I don’t regret this,” she said, as she turned out the lights. “I hope that I enjoy this.”   Getting behind the wheel of her 2005 Chrysler crossfire, started the engine and pushed the button to the seat warmer.   “One way or another, I’ll have warm cheeks,” she giggled nervously.   They had agreed to meet at Jimmy John’s in the Calhoun Square mall at one-thirty. She liked that place and had gone many times for lunch. It was someplace familiar to her. Some place safe. Bonnie had told him that she would be wearing a pink angora wrap sweater, over a pair of winter white Christie flare pants. She hoped that if it worked out, that he would love the view from behind.     Getting there and after finding a spot to park, she hurried to get inside. Almost slipping on some ice, Bonnie stopped herself from falling and decided to slow down somewhat. Getting to the restaurant, she took her familiar booth and waited. Her hands trembled. Partly from the cold outside, but mostly from why she had come. To meet him. Mr. No-nonsense.   “Hi,” the male voice said, causing her to jump slightly.   It was the waiter standing before her. She hadn’t even seen him coming. Bonnie now knew she was a bundle of nerves.   “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m waiting for someone.”   “That’s okay. Can I get you a drink,” he said pleasantly.   “Just water for now.”   ‘Leave. Leave now,’ her mind screamed.   Then she saw him and knew it was too late. His coat over his arm. As he had said, he was wearing light gray dress pants and a purple dress shirt. Sandy blonde hair, neatly combed. Bonnie guessed he was about five-ten with a lean but solid body. He was here. Mr…..Her mind left her.   “I know him from somewhere,” she whispered under her breath.       As he approached, he began to smile. His light brown eyes sparkled.   ‘He knows me too,’ she thought.   “Well hello, Miss Naught But Nice,” he chuckled. “Or should I say, Miss Bonnie Johnson.   “Sean!” she said, recognizing who he was.   As he seated himself, Bonnie’s memory ran full steam. Sean Waltman. Three years older than she was. Sean, the boy next door. The boy who gave her a birthday kiss when she was ten. Her first kiss.     “Are you as surprised as I am?” he asked, smiling.   “Quite. I haven’t seen you since….” she began.   “I left for University,” Sean finished.   “Yes. I never in a million years dreamed it would be you I was meeting.”   “Disappointed?”   “No. I still remember my birthday,” she spoke, her fingers touching her lips.   “Aw. The kiss,” he replied amazed. “That was ten years ago.”   “But it was my first kiss,” Bonnie said softly.   “Oh. I didn’t think.”   “Told all my friends that I got kissed by an older boy,” she replied.   “You did!” Sean said, shocked.   “Yes. I had a crush on you for a couple of years,” Bonnie answered, slightly blushing.     After they ordered, they began to start with small talk. About growing up on Oliver avenue. The old days. She told him about after graduating high school, she got lucky to become the secretary for John Utah of Minnesota Tire.   “I know the stores,” Sean said. “It’s a growing business.   “How about you?” she asked, biting into her sandwich.   “After leaving University, I landed a job at Minnesota University,” he replied. “Professor of History.”   “Right out of school!”   “Well a Harvard degree does open doors,” he smiled.   Harvard. Bonnie always thought that Sean was smart, but never realized how smart he was. She was starting to feel that familiar tingle. Handsome. Smart. The boy next door. After that kiss she used to dream of the two of them getting married. Of course that was before the spanking fantasies started.   “Maybe after work if you like, we could go to dinner,” Sean spoke.   “I’d love that,” Bonnie smiled. ”The good news is I’m finished for the day.”   “That’s great,” Sean replied, smiling. “What are your plans now?”   “Well I do want to get home and freshen up,” she responded. “Maybe a little something after dinner as well.”   “Aw. Someone is anxious,” he chuckled.   “Maybe yes. Maybe no,” she teased. “Care to tell me about how you got interested.”   “I guess I owe it all to you.”   “What?”   Bonnie didn’t understand what he was talking about, until he told his story, noticing  that he was blushing a bit as he did.     “Sometimes, during the warmer weather,” Sean began. “Your window was open when you were getting a spanking.”   “You heard!” she said stunned, as she felt herself start to blush.   He explained at first, he use to feel sorry for her. But as he got older and she did as well, those thoughts changed.   “When was the last time you heard?” she asked, her face getting redder.   “I guess it was after my second year at Harvard,” he replied. “You must have been about…”   “Sixteen,” she finished his sentence softly.   “After that, I was really interested in spanking.”   “How many have you met?” she asked, still digesting what he had said.   “Six. Before today,” he answered. “How about you/”   “This is my first.”   “First. You must be nervous,” Sean stated. “If you want to forget about tonight, that’s okay.”   “No. I still want to see you again.”   “How about Murray’s on sixth street,” he said. “They make great steaks.”   “So I’ve heard. Sounds great,” Bonnie answered.   After agreeing to meet there at six. They talked about going back to his place if she wanted to. To just talk or if she was up to it, they could go through with that spanking. As he spoke  Bonnie watched as Sean took out his wallet and paid for their lunch. There was suppose to be a storm coming in, but Sean said it would be alright. He stilled lived at 444 Oliver.   “My parents moved to Florida. They got sick of the winters up here,” he told her.   “I’m still nervous about this,” Bonnie said softly.   “If you don’t wish to stay over, maybe stay the night at your parents,” he reassured her. “If you feel nervous about the spanking, we can just talk about it.”     That was true. They did live next door, so she didn’t have to worry about driving at night if it did storm. After giving him a hug, she made her way to her car. Her mind going like crazy.   “What do I do?” she asked herself, as she drove.   She really wanted a spanking. She had craved it for so long. It was in her thoughts and fantasies so much, that sometimes she couldn’t think about anything else. But now that she was so close to what she wanted and dreamed about, she was scared. Yes Sean was nice. Yes he was attractive. Yes he knew her. But he would be looking at her bare bottom and that’s what scared her. Would she feel this way if it had been a stranger, or feel even more fear.   Getting to her apartment, Bonnie noticed the note from Melissa, just letting her know she was doing a double shift.   “I wish I could talk to you about this,” Bonnie said to the note. “But I couldn’t anyway.”   Heading to the bathroom, she started to fill the tub. Pouring some Vanilla bath foam into the rushing water.   “Maybe soaking will help me relax,” she whispered.   After stripping off her clothes, she stepped into the warm water and eased herself down. Could she back out? Have dinner with Sean and tell him she changed her mind. Can she go through with it?   “Why is this so hard?” she asked herself. “This is what I wanted in the first place.”   Sean was her first kiss. The boy next door that she had a crush on back then. She had dreamed of the two of them being married.     “He heard my spankings,” she said, shaking her head.   He heard and that got him interested in spanking. She would have been horrified if she knew that back then. Now she was more surprised. Her spankings started his desire and in a way that made her happy. She had never thought of Sean in her spanking fantasies. Her thoughts of him when she was ten, was being married to him. Now to find out her first crush was into spanking, had Bonnie thinking. Thinking about those spankings, when afterwards feeling the dampness below. Thinking of Sean listening to it. Getting excited by it. Getting excited herself.   “Sean. You may now spank your Bride,” she whispered.   Her hands moved down into the bubbles, searching as if they had a mind of their own. All these thoughts were creating that tingle. Stronger now as her fngers found what they were searching for. Rubbing gently as thighs slightly parted. Bonnie moaned softly as she closed her eyes. Letting her mind create that fantasy. Letting her fingers explore. Letting time stand still.   “Time!” Bonnie gasped, her aqua blue eyes popping open as her hands flew out of the water. “We don’t have time for this.”   Pulling herself out of the tub, she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around, grabbed her discarded clothes, dropping them into the hamper, she headed to her room to get ready.   “To bad it wasn’t summer,” she sighed.   Reaching into her top drawer, Bonnie looked through her panties to find something nice. Seeing what she was looking for, she took out the pink cotton undergarment. Stepping into them, she stood at her mirror to check them out. She liked the fact that the waistband was a stretched lace. Thought the little satin bow on the front added that special little touch. Turning slowly Bonnie looked at the view of the seat of her panties. The view that Sean would be getting. Just covering her bottom cheeks. Slipping her fingers into the leg bands, she let them travel down. Wondering if they would be coming down or not. She never thought that the boy from next door, the one that she knew back then. Might one day taking her panties down and looking at her bare bottom.   “Why is this so hard?”   Taking a pink push-up bra with the same stretched lace, over each cup, she pulled it on. Followed by a pair of pink cotton ankle socks.   “Well don’t I look cute,” she laughed nervously, giving a little wiggle.   Going to her closet she pulled out her low-rise Levis and pulled on the vintage faded skinny jeans. Once again she looked at her view from behind. The faded material seemed moulded to her bottom. She loved that red little tag that looked like a little flap. Finally she took her cotton thermal v-neck sweater. The pale pink seemed to be just the finishing touch.   “Well I’ve dressed for this,” she said. “Now to see if I go through with it.”   Packing an overnight bag and writing her roommate a note. Bonnie pulled on her coat and boots, grabbed her purse and bag, headed out the door. The drive was nerve racking as she thought about all of this. Dinner and home? Dinner and go to her families home? Or go with Sean? His home. Possibly a spanking. So much running through her head.   When she pulled into the parking lot Of Murray’s, the snow had started to fall. As she walked toward the front door, Sean was there waiting.   “I’m glad you made it,” he said, as he opened the door for her.   “I’m glad I did too,” she replied softly.   After ordering two house steaks and rice, they made small talk. The light banter helped relieve Bonnie’s nerves somewhat. Her stomach was in knots, her mind in conflict. She hoped that Sean didn’t notice. When their meal arrived, Bonnie took small bites of the rice, hoping it would settle her stomach.   “So. How did you find your way into spanking?” Sean asked quietly.   The question caught her off guard and she almost choked on the piece of steak she was chewing.   “Are you alright?” he asked, concerned.   “Sorry. You just caught me off guard,” she replied.   “If you don’t want to talk Bonnie, that’s okay.”   “No. It’s only fair,” she said. “You did tell me about your start.”   Thinking of what he had told her earlier in the day, she felt herself blush. Saw as his hands reached out and took hers. Held them lightly as he looked at her. She found that his hands felt so gentle and it helped as she began to speak. Telling him about after the spankings when she was growing up. How after sometime when the fire started to ease, how it started a fire somewhere else. As she said this, she felt her face must be turning red.   “It’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Bonnie,” he said gently.   She was so nervous that she couldn’t stop talking. Telling Sean about all her spanking fantasies. About thinking about it so much. Then finding a spanking site and here she was.   “So I was the only one to contact you?”   “No. There was another one,” Bonnie said. “ Someone call Firm Believer. But it didn’t feel right.”   “Well. His loss,” Sean told her. “I’m glad you chose me.”   “So am I,” she smiled.   Bonnie felt herself starting to feel relaxed. She was glad she had come tonight and glad it was Sean. She felt bad that she couldn’t finish her meal, but felt it was time to decide what she was going to do.   “Are you ready to leave?” Sean asked.   “Yes. It looks like it’s starting to snow harder.”   Watching as Sean called the waiter over and paying for their dinner, Bonnie started to pull on her coat as she rose. Shivered as they entered the chilled night air.   “So. What would you like to do?” Sean asked.   “I’ll follow you, to your place,” she replied softly.   “Are you sure. Bonnie?”   “Yes. I’m sure.”   Getting behind the wheel of her car she waited for Sean to pull up. Bonnie wasn’t sure what he drove, but guessed that the silver Ford Escape was his. When the lights blinked on and off, she knew it was Sean and she pulled out to follow.     “No time to think now,” she whispered.   Bonnie didn’t realize how close the restaurant was to Oliver avenue. In a way she was glad. She hated driving at night when it snowed. Add to the fact how antsy she was about how far she had come to this point. She saw the garage door open as Sean pulled in and pulled up beside him. It felt strange being here, knowing that her parents were right next door. Made her feel almost naughty. She grabbed her over-night bag and got out.   Walking out of the garage, she watched as Sean pushed a button, hearing the metal door begin to close as they made their way to the front door. Inside she stuffed her gloves into her coat pocket. It left warm in here. Cozy and safe. Sean took her coat for her and hung it beside his and led her to the living room.   Bonnie looked at the sparse room. Not much furniture, but she guessed he was slowly putting the room together.   “Needs a woman’s touch,” she said softly.   “Yes. I guess it does,” he answered, with a smile. “Still nervous?”   “A little, I guess.”   Moving closer toward her, Sean leaned in and kissed her softly.     “If you remembered that first little kiss, for ten years,” he said softly. “I hope this one, you’ll remember even longer.”   Those soft beautiful words, made Bonnie feel like butter, left out in the summer sun. To her they were treasured words that could not be matched. She through her arms around him and kissed him back. Kissed him deeply. Felt his arms go around her, holding her lightly. His hands on her back, slowly moving to the seat of her jeans. Felt them cup each bottom cheek and caressed them tenderly through the soft material. Heard herself sigh from the feeling. His hands felt like they belonged there, that they felt right. She was ready. No words were needed as she looked into his eyes. Saw him nod and felt him move her towards the sofa. When he sat he held her between his legs, his hands still on either side of her bottom.   “I’ve waited so long for this moment,” he said, squeezing lightly with each word.   “You have?” she asked, in a whisper.   “Yes. Ever since that last time I heard.” he replied. “I dreamt one day, it would be me spanking you.”   Bonnie felt her eyes start to tear up. His words touched her heart so deeply that she was glad she had come with him. Wanted this fantasy to come true. She felt his hands glide across her bottom as they made their way to the front of her jeans. His touch like electricity, sending sensations through her. Felt the button come undone so smoothly. His fingers lightly working the zipper down, that in the silence, Bonnie could almost hear the metal release.   Looking down, she saw as he folded the flaps over. Knew that he was seeing a part of her panties. She was glad that she had picked the ones with the little bow, it just seemed perfect. She could feel every movement as he slowly worked the faded jeans down past her hips. Past her bottom. Working them down to just above her knees. Bonnie’s breath caught in her throat as Sean raise her top slightly and started kissing her lightly along her mid-section, just above her panties. Moving slowly, she made it to his side. Felt one hand under her top, the palm against her stomach. The other on her bottom, lightly pushing as she floated down.   Bonnie felt the firmness of his thighs against her. Felt a hardness pushing up against her panties. He was as excited as she and it made her smile. She could almost imagine the view she was giving him. Bent over with her panties on display before him. His hands moving. One hand gently massaging her lower back, the other lightly roaming over her waiting bottom. Giving her shivers of excitement, making her body get warmer with each passing second. It made her realize the position she was in. Embarrassing, yet exciting.   She felt his hands move. One taking hold of her waist, while the other seemed to disappear. She knew what that meant. Bonnie’s body reacted as the first spank came down. It was hard, but not as hard as her dad’s. In fact she was amazed that she heard his hand make contact, as well as feeling it. The spankings from her dad, Bonnie didn’t remember ever hearing that sound. Than again, with her dad, it didn’t take long before the embarrassment ended and the pain began. So maybe that was why she didn’t remember. But Sean was making her realize just what was happening as she felt his hand strike again.   He was taking his time. Letting her feel each spank. To feel her bottom push inward from the impact, before pushing back out. Each time he hit the center of her bottom though, Bonnie felt his hand stay. Sending the vibrations inward, through her to the front, as her panties started to dampen. Her bottom tingled as it started to get warmer, each time that hand came down. Then suddenly he was holding her tighter and his hand came down faster. Not as hard as before, but very fast, it was striking at her lower cheeks. Bonnie didn’t have time to react as it felt like, just when her bottom bounced back up, it was smacked again. She started to wiggle and whimper from the rapid fire.     At first when she heard the sound, she didn’t connect to it. The spanks still raining down quickly. Then she realized the sound came from her. She was beginning to moan.   “Are you enjoying this?” she heard him ask, as his hand rested.   “Yes,” she whispered.   “I’m glad. Now for stage two.”   ‘Stage two. What did he mean,’ she thought.   Then she felt a finger sliding up and down the center of her panties. Working along the crease from top to bottom. Just brushing lightly between her thighs. His finger was slowly working her panties down the divide of her cheeks. Slowly like a skater on ice he went. The heat that he was creating was something Bonnie had never felt before. She wanted him. Wanted him to soothe the fire he was creating. Then the finger was gone and she felt more fingers, this time at her lace leg band. Sliding it across her bottom, till it was close to the center. Then the other side, till both cheeks were now exposed. With light tugs of her panties, Bonnie felt them disappear down between her warm cheeks.   The spanks sounded louder as she started to yelp. He had gone back to that slow pace of harder spanks. Her bottom got warmer and warmer. The front of her panties were on fire. This time between spanks, Sean gave gentle tugs to her panties, making the soft cotton rub against her wetness. Rubbing that place between her cheeks. Bonnie thought she would go crazy from the sensations.     “Please Sean,” she whimpered.   “It’s okay, Bonnie. Let yourself go.”   The lighter fast spanks came down next on her bare cheeks. Bonnie squirmed and wiggled, but found herself held tight. Then one final tug of her panties followed by a rain of smacks at the center of her lower cheeks. They continued as she felt her body tighten. Shudder violently until it gave out as Bonnie went limp.   ‘My gawd. I climaxed,’ she thought. ‘Over his knee I climaxed, like never before.’   “Ready for the final stage?” Sean asked.   “But I thought we were finished,” she whimpered, as she tried to catch her breath.   “Not quite. You still have the panties to come down,” he said softly.   As she felt him take hold of the waistband and slowly peel them down. Feeling the cotton slide from between her cheeks, Bonnie moved her legs. Wanting her jeans to slide down further. To spread her legs. Her hardened nipples ached against the material of her bra. She ached to feel more. Her bottom felt hot. She wondered what the color was. Wanted him to take her right then and there. But it was part of her fantasy, a bare bottom spanking. She lifted up so that her panties could be lowered.  It seemed strange to Bonnie, how earlier after meeting with Sean, she was nervous about him seeing her this way. Now Bonnie didn’t seemed bothered. It seemed almost natural.   “Bonnie, you have a very beautiful bottom,” Sean said softly, rubbing her cheeks.   “Are you just saying that?” she whispered.   “No. I’ve thought about your bottom for four years,” he replied. “It’s more wonderful then I could ever dream.”   Bonnie felt like she was on cloud nine. She had dreamt of getting a spanking, but never thought a spanking could be like this.   “Your bottom is a bright pink. Now let’s make it a ravishing red.”   She wasn’t afraid of the pain of a red bottom. Bonnie was feeling a mixture of feelings about all of this and about Sean. He had ignited a fire in her that no one had done as of yet. Yes her bottom already burned. But it was the volcano boiling between her thighs, that she felt more.     When Sean’s hand started coming down again, she began to yelp. Each time her bottom seemed more sensitive and hotter than before. Bonnie could feel her eyes start to water. Tears start to come out. But she wanted more. She wanted all that he could give. What surprised her was that even though her bottom felt like it was on fire, she started to raise it up. Offering it up to him, or maybe wanting to feel his hand sooner. Each time his hand made contact, the impact pushed her bottom down. Down onto the hardness in the front of his pants. It was almost sexual, the way her bottom went up and down onto his lap.     Bonnie didn’t even realize that Sean had stopped spanking and was just tenderly rubbing her bottom.     ‘It must be red. It certainly feels that way,’ she thought.   Then Sean was helping her up, turning her and sitting her down on his lap.     “Was it how you expected?” he asked.   “No. It was much better,” she said softly, wiping her eyes.   “I’m glad you liked it Bonnie,” he replied. “I wanted it to be special.”   “Have you spanked the other girls like that?”   “No. Just you,” he answered, stroking her hair.   “Why’s that?” she asked, enjoying how his fingers played with her hair.   “They wanted discipline. With you, I wanted to show how wonderful a spanking could be.”   “It was that,” she sighed.   “Like how you remembered your first kiss,” Sean replied softly. “I wanted you to remember this just as well.”   “Why remember, if I can have it all the time,” she giggled.   “You mean?”   Bonnie liked the surprise on his face. The look of joy from her words. Yes she was sure, she had found what she wanted and she wasn’t going to give it up.   “Yes, Sean if you want me as much as I want you. Then I hope there will be more.”   “Bonnie my sweet. There will be plenty more,” he replied and kissed her softly.   “So how about showing me your room,” she smiled. “I think someone wants out.”   As she said that, Bonnie lifted just slightly and came back down on the front of his pants. Then wiggled her sore little bottom over his bulge. She like that though he laughed, he blushed slightly. To her amazement he picked her up from their sitting position. Her panties and jeans still at her knees. Sean was going to carry her up to his room this way. She loved the gesture. It was almost romantic.   “You are a strong one,” she giggled.   “Harvard rowing team,” he beamed, as he headed for the stairs.   “One thing though, Sean. You have to promise this,” she said as seriously as she could.   “Of course, Bonnie,” he answered, concern in his voice.   “On summer days, make sure the windows are closed,” she said, as she giggled. “Wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear.”   Her words caused him to laugh, made her laugh, as they entered into the start of something new. As they entered into his room.                           .        

[gregwesthoven]

Autumn Leaves

Standing here as the cool October winds blow, seem to reach into my very soul. I don’t shiver from the winds cool caresses, for I am already cold inside. I stand tall and never give notice as leaves of many colors dance through the air, as they make their way to the waiting ground. No I don’t move, I don’t shiver. I stand here alone and think. Think of you and our time we shared. Remembering all those times and when it started, that spring of 84. You the honor student and cheerleader and I, the trouble maker and average student. Who would have thought that two so different would become so close. I still remember those first words you spoke to me that day, kind of funny then, very sad today. “You know those things will kill you.” “Excuse me!” I replied to the soft voice behind me as I lit a smoke and turned around. “Those cigarettes will kill you. You can die of cancer,” the blond stated. “So, it’s my life. I live life to the fullest in case there is no tomorrow,” I stated and exhaled. Yes that was our first words to one another. You stood without fear as my six foot frame seemed to tower above you by about ten inches. You standing there in your cheerleader outfit of red and white, pom-poms in hand. You stood there looking up at me with those pale blue eyes. “I guess you think it makes you cool. Makes you tough,” you said mockingly. “I don’t need a cigarette to be touch. So why don’t you mind your own business and run along like a good little girl,” I responded. “Oh why? You going to beat me up or something.” “No I would never beat up a girl, but I do know how to deal with a brat.” “Do tell,” you said. From the corner of my eye I saw other cheerleaders waving. “Your friends are calling you, so I think you should scat.” With that you turned and looked in the direction I pointed and looked back at me, before turning and jogging away to meet them. I guess that was the start of how things would start going with us. Two teens from different worlds, standing outside the school on that sunny day. Who would guess that we would meet again. About a week later under different circumstances. Not school, not daytime, but Friday night at a party. Ah, nothing says school spirit then kegs of beer with a bunch of students. I was sort of shocked to see you there with all the beer swilling that was going on. But there you were, in your designer jeans and a pink t-shirt,  drinking with all the rest. Me I watched what I drank. Where I came from I knew it could lead to trouble. Just ask my dad, if you go visit him one day in the Pen. At one point during the evening you spotted me and yelled over the crowd in a tipsy slur. “Hey. Tough guy.” “Hey yourself,” I answered as you made your way towards me. Taking a mouthful of beer, your eyes were a little glazed. You’ve been indulging for sometime it would seem. “You still killing yourself with cigarettes, tough guy,” you giggled. “It’s my life. Like it’s your like to drink,” I stated. “You know, you never did tell me what you would do to a girl. Now did you,” you said starting to have trouble with your words. “I think you are drunk, so run along and bother someone else, Miss Pom-pom.” I guess my words shocked you as you looked up at me and taking another mouthful of beer, turned and staggered away. I saw you from time to time that night. It always seemed that the glass in your hand was full again. Each time I noticed you look my way, you would try and turn away. Then before you knew it, it was midnight. When teens  with too much beer in them do stupid things. It was time for me to leave. I figured I would stop at the hosts bathroom before I headed out. That’s when I heard your drunken voice from behind a closed door. My guess, a bedroom. “No, please no. I don’t want to,” came your voice. Opening the door I knew there was going to be trouble and for some strange reason felt you needed saving. There you were on the bed. Your t-shirt pulled up and the guy with you had your jeans opened in front and was trying to pull them down, as you tried to hold on. “I believe she said no,” I stated calmly. “Screw off and mind your own business. This my girlfriend and she doesn’t know what she wants,” the guy yelled. Ah, the quarterback of our school team and he wants some fun with his drunken girlfriend. Guess he wants her to give it up for the team. There’s that school spirit again. “She said no. Now why don’t you be a good little quarterback and go and sober up,” I said, ready for what was to come. Standing up, he did what I thought he would. Turned and swung. He was slow, I wasn’t. One to the gut, the other to the nose. I stood looking down as he was on his knees from the punches. Fight over. No fun throwing up with a broken nose. “Please, I want to go home,” you cried. Telling you to fix your clothes, that I would take you home where you would be safe. I turned my back while you pulled your t-shirt back down and did up the front of your pants. Standing, you came and leaned against me. Too much beer to walk very well. I helped you out of the party. One of the things about Merion Station is that you knew where most people lived and I knew where you lived. Helping you into the beat up sixty-nine T-Bird I drove, I slammed the door and moved to the other side. Yeah the care didn’t look like much now but I’m sure when it came off the line, it was a gem. Still it did get me around and that’s all that mattered. Getting you home, I helped you to the door. You slumped against me as you reached into your jeans for the key and I helped you inside. “Thank you tough guy,” you slurred before throwing up on my shirt. Picking you up I carried you up the stairs to the bedroom that I figured was yours and set you down gently. Taking the pink comforted from the other side of you, I pulled it over you and placed your waste basket beside you on the floor. I knew you would probably need it. Then finding the bathroom, got a warm cloth and gently wiped your mouth and chin. You murmured a bit, then fell asleep. The smell of stale beer filling the room. Going back to the bathroom, I worked at cleaning my shirt the best I could. Then headed back down to your living room and rested on one of the chairs. Keeping an ear out if you needed help. Next thing I knew, I was hearing movement above me. You were up and about. Then I heard you work your way downstairs. You didn’t seem to be surprised to see me there. “Morning tough guy,” you mumbled. “Morning yourself, Miss Pom-pom.” “My name is….” you started before I told you I knew who you were. Who didn’t. High school cheerleader, honor student and more then likely will be this years Prom Queen. So yes, I knew who you were. “What’s your name. I can’t keep calling you tough guy. Not after all you did for me,” you said looking softly with those eyes. “My name is Jase.” “Jase? Is that short for Jason,” you asked. “No not short for anything,” I said. Didn’t bother telling you my parents were wasted when they named me. I noticed you had changed your t-shirt from last night and now had an orange one on. You asked if I would like a coffee as you were making one for yourself. Sitting with our coffees you thanked me for stopping what could have happened the other night and told me how sorry you were to have thrown up on me. “Don’t worry about it. At least you didn’t wind up hating yourself this morning as you would have.” Excusing myself I stepped outside the house to have a smoke before going back in. It had been a long night and I couldn’t wait to be in a bed for some real sleep. “You know Jase, those things will kill you,” you said. “Yes and so can drinking too much,” I replied. With that you lowered your head and again said you were sorry about everything that you had put me through. That I had saved you and never once took advantage and here you were mentioning the smoking thing again. How you had not really bothered with me, yet I was the one that was there for you at your time of need. “How could you be so kind, when I was not very kind to you.” “I think you worry too much. Blame yourself more then you should.” “I’m not a nice person as I would like to be. I’m more a bad person and would understand if you hated me.” I told you that I didn’t hate you, that I felt sorry for you, more then anything else. You had  bad night or almost. But in the end came out fine. “You never told me what you would do to a girl like me,” you softly said sadly. “I don’t think you would like it.” “No, but maybe I would feel better inside if you did deal with me in what ever way.” Getting up I took your wrist and headed back to the living room. Sitting down I pulled you gently over so that your bottom was center over my lap. Never once did you protest or fight to stop this, so I guess there was a part of you that felt you needed to release the hurt you were feeling. “Do your parents ever spank you?” I asked, my hand resting on your bottom. “No they never have. Maybe they should have and I wouldn’t feel so bad,” you whimpered. Looking down at your bottom encased in those designer jeans. Man they were so tight against your cute girlish bottom, almost as if they were painted on. “Well I guess this is long over due,” I replied and raised my hand. Thus the first spanking of your life started. You yelped each time my hand made contact with your bottom and you wiggled a bit, but never tried to get away. As I got into a rhythm my hand came down faster and harder. Making sure that I covered every part of the seat of your jeans. Your yelps changed to squeals and your legs started to kick as again and again my hand came down. Then you were crying and saying you how sorry you were. That you would will try and be better from now on. You just laid there limp as you cried through the final spanks. Then it was over and I helped you up and sat you on my knee. You surprised me as you threw your arms around me and cried into my shoulder. All I could do was hold you tight while you cried and told you it was alright. Then you did something I wasn’t expecting at all. Lifting your head from my shoulder you pressed your lips to mine. Only for a second, a quick kiss and I just held you as I melted inside. I think that day it became love at first spank, followed by the kiss. That day changed everything for us both. Two people from different places, coming together from a spanking. After you calmed down we talked. We talked about ourselves. You telling how your parents had always been so proud of you, with high grades and dating the quarterback. Well not dating him anymore. I told you my pathetic story. Born in east Philly, my mom dead of an overdose when I was eight and my dad in prison for armed robbery and murder when I was ten. Being moved here to Merion to live with my grandparents. They figured I would end up like my parents. I wanted better. Before I left you asked if you could have my number so that you could call me. Which you did later that day and we went out to a movie that night. Strange I had never thought about spanking you, yet I did. After that I started to wonder what your bottom must look like without a covering. Though it looked good with. Funny how people at school were surprised that you dumped the jock and started dating me. You were the best thing that ever happened in my life. At school I went from a ’D’ average to a ‘B-’ all because of you. I guess I didn’t want you to be ashamed of me. I know your parents weren’t to happy and figured it wouldn’t last. For me, my grandparents were so happy as they saw a change in me. It was almost the end of the school year that you got your second spanking. That day, a Sunday if I remember. My grandparents were out for the day when you came over. Dressed in a red plaid skirt with pleats and a white blouse with a red tie. On your feet were a pair of black loafers over white knee highs. I invited you in and you seemed down. Offering you a seat on the couch, I went out and came back with glasses of lemonade. Taking the drink, you thanked me and took a sip, you still seemed troubled so I asked if everything was alright. “Yes. No. I’m sorry Jase but I have been a bad girl again.” “Bad. How so?” I don’t know if what you told me was all true or some was made up, but in your mind you had been bad. You even dressed yourself like a school girl before you came over. You seemed to feel you needed another spanking. “You remember what happened the last time you were bad, don’t you.” “Yes Sir. I was spanked soundly for being a bad girl,” you said with your head bowed. “Well this time your spanking will be on your bare bottom. That’s how naughty girls need to be spanked,” I told you. You seemed surprised by this and you pouted. A tear was already forming in each eye. But you got up and moved to my side and draped yourself over my waiting thighs. “Being naughty means my bare bottom is spanked?” you asked as I raised the back of your skirt up to your back. “Yes from now on when you are a bad girl you will have your bare bottom spanked,” I said gazing at your bottom in those white cotton panties that seemed to encase you for they looked so snug. Slipping my fingers into the waistband, I started to peel them down to your knees. Before me was a beautiful pale bottom. One that I would always treasure. Giving you a pat, I raised my hand and brought it down onto those waiting cheeks. Back and forth my hand went as you started to cry. I was mesmerized at how your bottom moved each time my hand came down. The sound of the smacks coming from my hand onto your bare flesh seemed so loud. How the color changed from the white I had bared, to the pink it was now. As the spanking went on you started to kick your slender legs as the tears streamed down. Holding you tight, I spanked faster until your entire bottom was a burning red. Once you again went limp, crying and promising to be good, I gave you six more for good measure. Again I helped you up and sat you on my lap. Your panties still at your knees as you hugged me and I felt the wetness of your tears against my shoulder. Again as you settled, you raised your head and kissed me. This time longer, more meaning. When you stood your panties fell to your ankles. I picked you up and carried you to my bed. Are you sure, I wanted to know. You kissed me again and nodded. We had each others clothes off in seconds and made love for the first time. Not teen sex, no we were truly in love. After graduation you decided to go to Temple University to become a Pharmacist. You didn’t want to go far and leave me. I got a job with the hydro company in Philly. As for the spanking, they seemed to happen at least once a week. I’ve spanked you with the bottom of your swimsuit down or in your pajamas. Skirt, shorts or pants. Even sometimes a costume you would have for Halloween. You would always tell me what a bad girl you had been and then it was over my knee. After your first year at Temple, I asked you to marry me. You said yes. The end of your second year, we had our wedding. It was a beautiful place, Colonial Dames in Philadelphia. The weather was perfect so we could be in the gardens. If only those there knew that you were sporting a very sore bottom from the night before. Your dad who was unsure about the two of us at first, seemed to see how happy we were and gave you away. My grandparents beamed with pride at how their only grandson had turned out. Not like his parents, but something better, someone good. They told me how proud they were, it was something I had never heard before. We had asked for nothing when we dated or even when we got an apartment together. We struggled as your classes and getting ready for a wedding was tough, but we did it. So when at the reception my grandparents came up to us and handed us a small box and a envelope, we were surprised. Inside the box was the keys to the house I practically grew up in. The place that I first bared your bottom and the place we first made love. They gave us their home. The old Colonial Twin on 168 Idris Road. They felt it would be in good hands and since it wouldn’t be going to their son, they wanted it to go to someone truly deserving. They were going to a retirement home in Arizona to enjoy the rest of their lives. We gave them both hugs for giving us such  a wonderful gift. We moved into that home and made it ours. Yes there were more spankings as you finished school and got a job as a Pharmacist. We had been married about four years when I came home one night and saw you sitting there worried. I asked what was wrong and you told me you were pregnant and didn’t know how I would take it. Honey I told you, you made me the happiest man in the world. Those words seemed to make you beam. I did start making our bedroom and basement sound proof for those times you needed to be punished. Then on May 22nd, you gave birth to our daughter, Sandra. Two years later you gave birth to our second daughter on October 31st and we named her Wendy. We were proud parents of two beautiful girls. The sound proofed basement that I also finished doing came in handy as the girls were growing up. On weekends you would tell me That you were a bad girl and I would tell you to go and wait for me in the basement. You would wait down there standing in a corner with your skirt held up or your pants down. Always with your panties at your knees until I came down. You had started buying things like a wooden hairbrush and leather paddle and would set one out for me. I would pull out the chair from the desk I had down there and call you over to me. You would make your way to me moving slowly as your panties bound your knees. Once at my side, you would place yourself over and after a scolding the spanking would begin. It would start with my hand and finish with brush or paddle and when it was over, you had a very sore fiery red bottom that was hot to the touch. As always I would sit you on my knee and hold you as you cried and tell you all was forgiven. Yes so many memories we had, we shared. We were from two different worlds but we came together and life was wonderful. That was until that fateful day, the day you left for work and never came home again. Yet now here I stand, the wind is getting stronger as the sun starts to set. How long have I been here. Standing here deep in thought. Thinking of you all you have meant to my life. I wish you would come back, wish you didn’t go away. I’m alone and I hurt so much inside. I still clutched that news paper in my hand. With those words, those headlines. Yes I have our two daughters, but I don’t have you. I stand alone for you are not at my side, will never be at my side again. But I guess I have to go. But before I turn, I stare once more at the smooth gray stone, the words etched in the cold slab as they are etched in my mind. 'Here Lies Autumn Leaves, beloved wife and mother.’                    Title: Re: Autumn Leaves

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                     Jim Sullivan stood outside staring at the building before him. He was more nervous than his Crimson Tide championship game. This was different, this was junior high. Strange how it seemed that this felt more like a pressure situation more than beating Texas was. Though at six-one he would be taller than the students here, he still felt all the muscles of his hundred and eighty pound body tense.   “Ah you have to be Mr. Sullivan,” the lady behind the counter in the office said. “I‘m Mrs. Davis, but you can call me Jane. ”     “Yes Jane, I’m here to see Principal White.”   Within moments a balding older man came out to greet him. He could tell that the man didn’t work out much as the buttons on his jacket seemed stretched  to the limit. As he approached, James could tell that the man was about three inches shorter.   “James Sullivan, I’m glad to finally meet you,” the Principal stated as he extended his hand. “Welcome to McKee.”   “I’m glad to meet you Sir,” Jim responded as he shook hands.   “Not every day we get a National Champion as a student teacher.”   “I look forward to the challenge,” Jim replied.   “You’ll be with Samantha Peterson, sixth grade. I’ll walk you down to her room,” the Principal smiled.   As they walked they engaged in some light conversation. The school seemed so quiet right now, but Jim knew from his school days it would be crowded and noisy once the bell rang.   “So Jim, you don’t mind me calling you that,” the Principal asked hesitantly.   “No. Jim is fine Sir.”     “Please call me Dan. So as I was about to ask, do you do much hunting.”   “No Dan. I’ve done enough shooting for a life time,” Jim replied.   “That’s right. You served overseas,” Dan started to recall.   “Yes. Four years in the Marines.”   “That’s right. Sergeant if I remember,” Dan said. “Highly decorated as well.”   Jim felt uneasy. The only reason he had worn his Championship ring was to avoid talk about his military life. He felt that in Alabama, people would be interested in football championships than war.   “Silver star, Navy cross,” Dan talked, his voice in awe. “Purple heart as well. You were wounded.”   “I was lucky, Dan. I was wounded in the shoulder, a lot of good men weren’t so lucky,” Jim replied solemnly.   “I’m sorry, I won’t bring it up again,” the principal said. “Here we are, room 212.”   Entering the room, Jim got his first glimpse of Samantha Peterson. At first he thought she was somewhere around five-six as she wrote on the blackboard. Her sandy blonde hair falling just past her shoulders, was straight. But something was off. She looked too tall as if she had unusually long legs. But as Jim glanced down he was surprised to see she was wearing platform sandals, with very high heels. ‘How does she move around in those things?’ he wondered. The heels looked to be six inches. Principal White had briefed him about Miss Peterson. Valedictorian in high school and top of her class in University. Jim guessed she was very smart and very driven. What surprised him when she turned around was how young she looked. Samantha Peterson may be twenty-two, but she looked like she was about ten or twelve.  Jim noticed that her hair was styled in long layers at the sides. The bangs seemed to be chopped just above her eyes.  Doe eyes, Jim thought. She was such a contrast to what he was expecting. Dressed in a smart light gray pencil skirt  and a short-sleeved  white square-neck sweater, Miss Peterson looked every bit a young professional woman. Yet her features made her look more like a child playing dress-up.   “Ah! You must be Mr. Sullivan,” she said, her wide brown eyes sizing him up.   “You can call me James or Jim if you like.”   Jim liked the sound of her voice. Soft, pleasant, like soothing music mixed with her Southern accent. This lady was truly a Southern gem.   “Mr. Sullivan is fine and you can call me Miss Peterson,” she stated, never taking her eyes off of him.   “That’s fine, Miss Peterson.”   “Nice ring. A football hero and a Yankee,” Samantha replied, the magnolias dripping in her voice. .     Though her voice never changed, Jim felt she had set the rules. Strange how her voice could sound so pleasant, yet be so sarcastic. It made Jim think this was not going to be a pleasant learning experience.   “I’m from the North. Erie, Pennsylvania to be exact,” Jim retorted, not liking her one bit.   “Okay, Mr. Erie, Pennsylvania, you can sit at the back and observe how things are done,” she responded.   Jim wasn’t sure about her. With most women he knew, their voices would change with the words spoken, but her voice maintained a soft pleasant tone. Never changing.  He watched and listened during the morning classes as she spoke to the students. This lady really knew her stuff and the class seemed to like her very well. Jim thought he could listen to that voice all day as he found it rather soothing.  He could understand why the class listened so closely, the sound of her voice took away any nervousness one may have. At least,  it made him think that.     Lunch time arrived and before he could move up to the front, she was out the door.   “Maybe she’s really hungry,” he said to himself. “I know I am.”   Heading out of the classroom, Jim made his way to the teachers’ lounge. It was a good thing that Principal White had shown him where it was earlier in the day. Otherwise it would have taken him awhile to find it. Inside, he met the other teachers and there were introductions all around. They all want to ask about Alabama’s winning season. After answering everyone’s questions, Jim looked around and noticed that Samantha wasn’t there.   “I thought Miss Peterson was coming in?” he asked some who were standing close by.   “Ha! You mean ‘The Ice Princess‘,”  Tom Brown,  the math teacher, replied.   “ ’Ice Princess‘? You mean ‘stuck up little bitch‘,” Janet, the librarian, spat. “Thinks she’s  better than us.”   “Who’s she fooling?” Sally, the gym teacher, responded. “Trying to look taller in over-sized heels.”   Jim was shocked at the way the other teachers talked disparagingly, negatively, about her. Did she know how they felt about her? Did she truly think she was better than everyone around her? For some reason, Jim felt it was something else. Not that she was better, but that she didn’t fit in with this group. Sure they were all teachers, but they seemed to look older. Mid-thirties to late fifties. She looked more like a child.  All he heard about her was how she’s always the first one in, and how she keeps to herself. Jim didn’t know what the other teachers were like, but what he saw in her class, was how good she was at her job.   The rest of the day went by rather quickly. Jim watched and listened as she spoke to the class. At the end he asked questions, wanting to pick her brain. The young teacher answered each and every question  pleasantly enough. Then she was out the door. Jim shook his head in awe, amazed at how quickly she moved considering the shoes she had on.   “Maybe she wants to get home and get those things off,” he mused.   Heading out to the parking lot, Jim walked over to his 2006 Jeep Liberty all the while thinking of how the day went with one Samantha Peterson. The more he thought about her, the more Jim liked her. So petit, so like a little girl like yet a young woman. He didn’t think how the other teachers viewed her was correct, she just didn’t seem to let anyone get too close.  It was that light lyrical voice that captivated him. Never wavering in tone. Jim guessed it was the Southern accent that maybe added to it all. He was determined to show her that he was more than a Yankee football player, that he was serious about becoming a teacher.       Arriving early the next morning, Jim found few cars had arrived as of yet. Not wanting to steal someone else’s  space, he pulled into the spot that he had the first day. Making his way toward the doors, Jim caught movement out of the corner of his eye. There in her GTO Pontiac sports coupe, sat Miss Peterson. As he moved closer, Jim noticed she seemed to be fidgeting and on the verge of tears.   “Everything okay?” he asked, tapping on the glass.   “Yes. No. I can’t get free,” she replied as she lowered the window, her voice trembling.   After watching her pulling the lock button up, Jim pulled the light grey door open smoothly.   “Can you push your seat back, it will make it easier,” he asked her.   When Jim leaned in, he noticed the blue and black striped knitted skirt. He guessed it to be about mid-thigh, but now, with her sitting and moving about it, had ridden up her thighs. Now most of her slender thighs were exposed. Her powder blue blouse seemed to cling to her, moulding to small girlish breasts. As he reached across her, Jim could feel the warmth of her body, could feel her soft breath and could smell the faint scent of Vanilla. As he tried to work the belt loose, she started to move about again. The movement caught him off guard and his hand slipped from the belt and landed on her bare thigh. The heel of his hand settled where her highs came together. He was glad they were closed or his hand may have slipped down between them and that would have been embarrassing. When his hand landed on her bare flesh, he felt her sharp intake of breath.   “Samantha! Stop moving about and sit still, young lady!” Jim snapped.   He was stunned that he raised his voice and said that, but noticed that she stopped squirming and sat quietly. Jim thought she would have responded back at him in anger, yet she said nothing. She sat there with her eyes downcast and her lower lip sticking out as if she were pouting. At that moment Samantha did look like a little girl. Finally he was able to get the seatbelt unstuck and she was free.   He didn’t know what to say. He wanted to apologize for raising his voice as it seemed to hurt her feelings. But looking at her when she got out and stood in front of him, he couldn’t find the words. That look, those Doe eyes still downcast, the lip still in a pout as she stood there, looking as though not sure as to what she should do next. Waiting.   “Why don’t we head inside and get to class,” he finally said gently.   Nodding her head slowly, she followed him in. He wished he could find some words, but they never came. So they walked in silence to the classroom.     As Jim watched her during class, he noticed she was more like the woman he had first met. Relaxed and talking freely to the class. Yet every once in a while, when she looked in his direction, she seemed to get nervous. As she spoke, Jim’s mind wandered, thinking about her. The warmth of her flesh, the light scent of vanilla. It was as if a picture of Samantha Peterson was coming together in his mind. After the class had left, Jim made his way toward her, noticing her body become slightly tense as he reached her. Like a deer caught in headlights.   “Miss Peterson. I’d like…” he began.   “Please. Call me Samantha or Sam if you like,” she said softly.   “Sam. I’d like to apologize for snapping at you.”   “It’s alright. You had every right,” she said. “I was acting childish and you were only trying to help.”   “But still,” Jim pointed out. “You’re a young lady and I scolded you like a child.”   “Yes I am a young lady and I did act like a child,” she said sadly. “You did what you thought was right.”   “So…all is forgiven?” Jim asked, confused.   “Yes, Sir,” she replied softly.   “Please. Call me Jim.”   “Yes, Jim,” she said, as a light smile started to appear.   Jim felt the uneasiness disappear and they began to talk a bit. He told her how he wanted to work hard to become a teacher that the students could be proud of. Sam told him that was something all teachers should feel and how she hoped to make a difference. She also told him how she wished to be at a different school, maybe with younger children and not here.   “Why not?”   “I just don’t feel like I fit in here,” she said, with a sad sigh. “With the students it’s okay, but with the other staff…”   “I think I understand,” Jim said sympathetically.   As the week moved on, Jim started to take over the class himself. It wasn’t as bad as he thought, it felt right and he was enjoying what he was doing. He noticed Sam watching closely from the back of the room. She seemed to be taking in everything he said and did in. When class was over, she gave him a few tips and pointers, but overall she felt he did fine.   Finally it was the end of the week and Jim’s last day here. He was going to miss the students, but knew he’d  miss Sam the most. They had spent a lot of time talking between classes and he noticed she would wait for him and they would leave for the day together. Today she looked so bright wearing a yellow chiffon flip skirt and a white flounce top, the back of which was a floral lace. Still wearing platform shoes, this time a yellow pair.     “Jim. Since it’s your last day,” Sam remarked. “Would you like to go for lunch?”   “I’d like that very much.”   “Just let me get my purse,” she said and turned too quickly.       The quick turn caused her to stumble and start to fall forward. Jim moved quickly but she hit the desk quicker. Trying to stop herself, Sam brought her hands out but they landed on some papers, causing them to slip and she went down. It happened so fast yet seemed to move in slow motion. He heard her little yelp as her legs hit wood. Heard the breath escape her as the wind was knocked out of her. Jim was glad that she had turned her head in time or she could have been seriously hurt. Her yellow skirt had flipped up and her bottom cheeks were exposed. The light yellow lace panties had ridden up more from her bent position, so more of her bottom was bare to him. If he wasn’t concerned about her being hurt, Jim thought he would have enjoyed the view.   Taking hold of her waist he lifted her up and off the ground. Turning her as he held her, he sat her down on the desk. He noticed her brown eyes were starting to get watery. Her lower lip trembled.   “Samantha. Are you okay?” he asked as he gently rubbed her thighs.   “Yes,” she replied, sniffing a bit.   “You scared me.”   “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I should have been more careful.”   Jim wasn’t sure if she knew of the little show she had presented him or not. He wasn’t going to say anything as he was sure she was a little shaken and didn’t need embarrassment added to her woes. Realizing that he was still rubbing her thighs he moved his hands away.   “Did you still want to go for lunch?” he asked, unsure.   “Yes,” she answered softly, wiping her eyes.   “Sit. I’ll get your purse,” he told her.   Handing her the purse, he once again put his hands on her waist and lifted her off the desk and back onto her feet.     After helping her into his Jeep, Jim started to drive. He thought about what had happened and was glad it was him and not one of the other teachers that had seen her falling across the desk, her bottom on display. No, they would have been crude and rude and it would have been the hot topic in the teachers’ lounge. Arriving at Chili’s Grill, they ordered club house sandwiches. Jim wasn’t going to say anything about the view she had given him and if she knew, she wasn’t saying. He did tell her she should be more careful and watch where she was going. As he spoke, he noticed that she looked down at her plate and played with her fries. Jim decided to change the subject to lighter talk and stop with the lecture. With the change in conversation, there was a change in Sam as she raised her head and looked at him. She stopped playing with her meal and ate.   The rest of lunch was pleasant, but Jim couldn’t understand the changes in her. One minute she was the lady from school, the next minute, more like an errant little girl. Why was he finding himself lecturing or scolding her as he had been doing of late? Nothing made sense. Returning to school, they kept the talk to a light banter.     Jim found that the rest of the day seemed to move fast, too fast. It meant that he was finished here and would be leaving Sam. He had to head back to school and finish up. He had decided towards the end of the week to see if he could find a position in Montgomery or close to it. His original plan was to head back home to Erie, where family and friends were. A place that he knew, but was missing one thing. It was missing Samantha. The whole dress code thing he would have to get use to, but maybe he could see Sam much more.   He noticed when the final bell sounded and the last of the students had exited, that a sort of sadness seemed to fill the room. He was ready to leave for the final time, both of them knew it.   “Jim. I was wondering,” Sam said as they walked.   “Yes.”   “Would you like to come over for dinner, sort of a good-bye dinner?” she spoke softly.   “That would be nice,” he replied, noticing the smile start to appear.   Telling him she had a few errands to do first, she gave him her address and time, before heading to her car and driving away.         Jim was looking forward to this evening, he was truly starting to like Sam and he did find that he was concerned, wanting to look out for her. He hoped that she was taking a liking to him as well.   “Maybe she does,” he said to himself. “She is having me over to dinner.”   Making his way to the house, he was staying at. Jim had been lucky that one of his team-mates had offered him a room at his parents‘ home. They were a nice couple and really loved their Crimson Tide. He wanted to shower and change to look nice for Samantha. He made his way to the bathroom and after tossing his clothes into his own hamper, started the shower and got in. The warm water relaxed his muscles as he reached for the Old Spice body wash.  After rinsing and drying himself, Jim wrapped the towel around his waist and then ran a razor over his face. Finished, he made his way to his room to dress.  Jim realized he really didn’t have much in the way of clothes, but figured making a decision as to what to wear would be  much faster. Pulling on briefs and white socks, he decided on his black light-weight Levi’s and matching belt. Adding black loafers and finally his white pique Crimson Tide polo shirt with Alabama written where the breast pocket would have been completed the outfit.     As Jim was getting ready, thoughts about all the things that happened the past week scrolled through his mind. All the things that included Samantha. She was intriguing, a puzzle. A young woman that looked like a child. Smart and able to handle a class full of students, yet child-like at times.  How her bottom lip would stick out in a pout, or start to quiver. Jim thought about the picture of her as she was sprawled across the desk. When that happened, he was more concerned that she was alright. Now looking back, it was a very pleasant and arousing memory. Her round little bottom revealing itself. The delicate yellow semi sheer lace looking up at him. Seeing light-coloured flesh showing where the panties were sheer. The rest hidden beneath the rose and leave patterns. Watched as they slowly started to disappear between her cheeks as her bottom rose, as she tried to stop her descent. Going deeper between them, leaving more of her cheeks bare. Jim could imagine that Sam’s bottom was as smooth as her thighs. The only difference being, they would be softer. It amazed him how he was thinking about that scene now.   “Stop that,” he chided himself. “You want to date her, not one night her.”   After leaving his buddie’s parents a note that he would be gone for dinner, Jim hopped into his Jeep and was on his way. Checking the address from time to time, he finally found 955 Coleman Street. Sam had told him that the driveway was on the side of the house. The front of the three-story building only had one small window above a huge wooden door. Finding the side entrance, he pulled in, and then started to walk back to the front of the house. From what he saw, when he pulled in, the house was much like Sam. It didn’t seem much from the front, but from the side, it was stunning. Jim had been told that Sam’s parents had died in an auto accident two years ago. So he figured this was the house that she grew up in.   Samantha answered on the first knock and let him in.  It was nice to see her in pants, the skinny jeans looked very sexy on her. Add the baby blue silk blend peasants top and she could stop traffic. Jim had hoped she would have been wearing sneakers instead of her usual platform shoes, but he was glad to see her.   “I’ve put a casserole in the oven,” she said sweetly.   “Thank sounds very nice.”   “Take about another half hour,” she responded. “Would you like the tour?”   “I would. Thank you.”   Sam showed him around the first floor. Eat-in kitchen that was in between a study and a dining room. The dining room facing the backyard. Following her through the dining room to glass doors that led out to the pool. Jim noticed a staircase coming down that led right to these doors and on the other side was the living room. Sam told him that the second floor were the bedrooms and the third had a recreation room.   The casserole was tasty and quite filling.   “Did you make this?”   “Yes. Last weekend,” she replied. “Then I put it in the freezer.”   After dinner, they headed into the living room after Sam brought out a couple of beers. It was time to relax, just to chat. Jim was learning more and more about this young woman. He liked what he was learning. Sam brought out a couple more beers as they talked. She told him how hard it was to get any clothes that would fit being her size. Jim could understand, her being so petite.  Talked about how hard everything thing seemed to be with her size. This talk made Jim think that the beer was starting to hit her.     “I got good news,” she said. “I got the job at Morningview Elementary, I’ll be teaching grade two next year.”       “Hey! Good for you. Maybe now you can wear smaller heals,” Jim joked.   “Yes. I guess you’re right,” she replied softly, blushing. “I did put in a good word for you with Mr. Sullivan. I hope you don’t mind.”   “Mind? No. Thank you,” Jim told her.   ‘She put in a good word’ Jim thought. ‘She’s hoping I stay in Montgomery. Maybe she’s hoping like I am that this dinner will lead to dating, a commitment‘.   Jim saw the picture on the wall of the big, stern-looking man, wearing dress blues. A marine.   “I take it that’s your dad.”   “Yes, Daddy served eight years in the Marines,” Sam said softly.   “You must be proud,” Jim replied thinking of his days.   “I’ve always been proud of Daddy,” she told him. “I heard you served too.”   “Yes. Four years. Marine Sergeant.”   After a bit of military talk, Jim managed to change the subject and noticed that Sam didn’t seem to mind. She told him about growing up and trying to work hard. To stay out of trouble as much as a teenager can.   “Let me guess, your dad would send you to your room,” Jim said lightly.   “Yes,” she blushed again. “Until he came up.”   Came up? Jim thought she might have been grounded as a teenager, but come up. No that couldn’t mean what he thought it did, could it? It was the South and things were different here than where he came from. But a teenage girl?   “Guess you hated that,” Jim said, not knowing what else to say.   “Yes. But I knew he loved me and wanted me to be a good person,” she replied.   It would explain how she seemed almost child-like when he raised his voice to her. Must have relived her childhood. Noticing the time, Jim realized it was late and he should be heading back, but he did want to see her again.   “Sam. How would you like to go to Limestone Park tomorrow?” Jim asked. “Its creek is wonderful for swimming and such.”   “Tomorrow. Swimming,” she looked at him.   “I’m sorry. I guess you have plans,” Jim realized. “I was just hoping to spend a little more time with you.”   “No, I don’t have plans. I guess I could go,” she said slowly.   “Sam. You’ll love it,” he replied. “I want to spend as much time as I can with you.”   “That’s sweet. I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”     “I’ll come by around seven,” he told her. “We can get an early start.”   Sam walked him to the door. Unsure at first, but deciding to dive in, Jim gave her a gentle hug. She felt good in his arms, he enjoyed the warmth of her body against him. Saying good-bye, Jim left for home.         Jim had gotten up at five and showered. He wanted this to be a very special day for the two of them. Entering the kitchen, he took out the potato and macaroni salad that he had bought on the way home from school, as well as the chicken and bread. After making the sandwiches and wrapping them up, he put everything into a basket and cleaned up his mess.     Arriving just before seven, Jim made his way to the front door. Dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, he felt comfortable. He left his trunks in the Jeep as there were restrooms to change in. He was looking forward to a wonderful day with Sam and he was trying to imagine what she looked like in a swim suit when the door opened.  Jim was surprised. She wasn’t ready. She was dressed in a snug-fitting pajama set. White with ribbed cuffs and different color stars all over.  A child’s pajamas     “Sam, why aren’t you ready?” Jim asked. “Did you oversleep?”   “No,” she said quietly, looking down at her pink fluffy feet.   “So why aren’t you ready?” Jim wanted to know. “Did you change your mind?”   “It’s not like that, Jim, honest,” she replied, her voice trembling.   “Samantha. Look at me when you talk.”   She slowly looked up, Jim saw how watery her eyes were becoming. Like she was struggling with something and didn’t know how to come out with it. Sam turned around and went down the hall. Jim noticed just how snug the bottom half of her outfit truly was. Why was she wearing children’s clothes? When she came back she had a swim suit in her hands. Now Jim was really confused. She was holding a small floral bikini, an outfit for a child, not a young woman. What was going on here?   “It’s my swim suit.” she said. “When I’m not around others.”   “Sam. Look at me and tell me what this is all about,” Jim responded getting annoyed.   “Jim. I’m an extra-extra small. It’s almost impossible to find clothes,” she answered as tears started to slowly drop.   “Okay,” Jim said starting to understand.   “Even my breasts are too small. In most cases it’s easier to buy children’s clothes,” she spoke softly.   “That’s okay, Sam. I think I understand what you are saying,” Jim replied softly.   “I thought you would see me in this and not want anything to do with me,” she sniffled as more tears flowed down.   “Sam. You could have told me,” he said. “I wouldn’t think any different about you.”   “You wouldn’t?”   “No. But you lied to me and that’s not the way to deal with things,” Jim stated.   “I know. I’m sorry,” she whispered as she looked down again.   “Samantha. I won’t take that kind of behaviour and look at me when I’m talking to you, young lady.”   “I’ll try to always be honest with you, Jim.” she said. “I promise.”   “We’ll see about that. Go to your room,” Jim responded.   “Jim. No you can’t mean…” Sam started to say, her eyes showed her shock.   “Samantha. Go to your room. Now!”   Without another word, Samantha turned around and headed down the hall towards the staircase. Jim stood stunned as to what just happened. He couldn’t understand why he had told her to go to her room as if she were a child. He remembered her telling him that her dad would send her to her room, where she would  wait, until he came up. Until he came up to punish her.   “What am I thinking?” he said to himself.   Maybe it was how small she looked as it was the first time he saw her not wearing heels. Maybe it was the outfit she was wearing. He didn’t know and he was confused.   “Is she expecting me to come up soon?”   Jim really wanted to be with Sam, but as her boyfriend, not her daddy. He felt lost. He could just turn around and leave this whole thing and move on. But Sam was someone that he didn’t want to lose. If he stayed, then he had to go up to her room. Go up to give her a spanking. Would she hate him? No, he didn’t think so. Otherwise she’d still be here in front of him. Go or stay? Jim knew the answer as he headed down the hall toward the stairs.     This was his first time up here as the tour last night was of the first floor. Most of the doors were closed, but one stood slightly ajar . Sam’s room. Jim stopped in front of the door, his mind going a mile a minute. He had heard of people that were into spanking, some played spanking games before sex. But that wasn’t him. Yes, he’d love to see Sam without clothes, to lay beside her naked would be a fantasy come true. But he didn’t feel aroused by the way this fantasy was going.  He should just tell her that he was leaving. He should just turn around and go home. Forget this whole thing. Forget about her. But as he thought these things, his hand reached out and pushed open the door.   Jim’s eyes scanned the room in seconds. The linen-coloured furniture in a pale pink room. A white rocker to one side of him, with a huge stuffed bear sitting in it. On the other side, a floor mirror on a white stand, round wooden knobs on either side for the mirror to swivel. An open door that Jim guessed led to a private bathroom. Dresser, stuffed animals, porcelain dolls and a rumbled country style double bed. Sitting at the end with her head down, was Samantha.  Hands folded in her lap, her feet not reaching the floor. She was waiting for him.   “Stand up, Samantha.”   Without a word, she pushed herself off the bed and stepped a couple of paces away from it. Her body trembled as Jim sat in the spot she had vacated. Taking her wrist firmly, he pulled her to his right side.   “I’m very disappointed in you, Samantha,” he stated.   “I know and I’m truly sorry,” she whimpered.   “Yes. You will be sorry.”   Pulling Samantha closer, she began to lower herself over his lap as slowly as she could. Letting go of her wrist, Jim took hold of her tiny waist and hoisted her over his lap. The pajama bottoms clung to her like a second skin. Jim could make out the outline of her panties underneath. First he took hold of the waistband and proceeded to lower the pants down to her knees. Strange he thought. He should be surprised that she was wearing little girl panties, but for some reason, he wasn’t. The white cotton covering with light pink leg and waist bands, was adorned with tiny little pink and green hearts of different sizes. In a way Jim was glad that she wasn’t wearing lace ones, like he had seen before. For some reason he felt it would of made a difference if she had. Slipping his fingers into the waistband, he heard Sam whimper as he lowered her panties till they too were bunched at her knees. Her bottom, round and full, lay bare before him. The twin white cheeks quivered slightly as Sam cried softly.   “I hope that you will learn a lesson from this, Samantha,” Jim said as he placed his hand on her bottom.   “Yes, Sir,” she cried.   “You should always be honest and not try to play games.”   “I will. I promise.”   Raising his hand, Jim brought it down crisply across both cheeks, as Sam cried out. With her small size, Jim could cover both her bottom cheeks with one hand. He saw the imprint of his hand on her white flesh. He guessed that she had been in this position many times, so though a spanking hurt, it would not do her any real harm. Thus he brought  his hand down another dozen times, turning her bottom a bright pink.   “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please no more,” Sam cried.   “This is not finished, young lady. Not until your bottom is very red,” Jim said, punctuating each word with a firm smack.   Jim was finding that though Sam was small, she wiggled like an eel. Her legs kicked frantically as the spanks continued to fall. Jim tightened his grip to keep hold of her. If Sam wanted this spanking, then he was going to give her one to remember. As her bottom started to get red, Jim felt her body go limp, the fight gone out of her as she just laid there crying loudly. Giving her bottom a half dozen more smacks, Jim stopped and rested his hand on her enflamed cheeks. They felt as hot as they looked, Jim thought.   “Well I hope you learned your lesson.”   “Y-y-yes,” she stammered between sobs.   “You can get up now,” Jim said gently giving her a hand.   Slowly she slid down to the floor, crouching as she pulled up her panties and pants with a wince, before standing. Rubbing her bottom furiously,  she looked at him, her cheeks wet with tears.   “When you are ready to talk, I’ll be downstairs in the kitchen,” Jim said, quietly closing the door behind him..   Down in the kitchen he played the whole thing back in his mind as he made himself a cup of coffee. He didn’t know what to think, it wasn’t a turn-on for him. He didn’t enjoy spanking Sam like that.   “Is this part of the deal?” he asked himself.   Pulling out one of the stools at the kitchen nook, he sat drinking his coffee. His body started to relax. His hands didn’t shake any more. He drank and stared at the hand that had spanked her and shook his head. As he sat thinking of all of this, about what he should do, Jim heard her soft voice.   “May I come in?” she asked in a whisper.   Sam had changed into a pair of white cotton and fleece shorts with the strings at the front tied into a bow. The red Matt Ryan jersey completed the outfit.   “Sam, I think we should talk,” Jim said as she entered.   “Yes Jim, I think we should,” she replied softly.   “Sam I think I have feelings for you.”   “I know. That’s why you came up.”   Taking hold of her waist when she got close, she let herself be lifted high as Jim sat her on his lap. She yelped lightly as her sore bottom made contact with his jeans.   “Sam, I don’t understand,” he told her, looking into her eyes.   “Jim. My Daddy loved me very much and he watched out for me,” she said softly.   “But he spanked you. I spanked you.”   “He spanked me because he loved me. Just like you did.”   “I’m not your…” Jim started before Sam put a finger to his lips.   “I had only one Daddy. He loved me. You love me,” Sam started. “Daddy spanked his little girl. You spanked my inner child. But I see in your eyes, you did it because of love.”   “So where do we go from here?” Jim asked, touched by her words.   “I’m still the Sam you know. That inner child comes out sometimes I guess,” she answered. “I hope you don’t hate me.”   “Sam. I can’t hate you. If that inner child comes out again, then we’ll deal with it.” he said softly.   “So you’re saying you won’t take off? Run for the hills?” she said looking at him deeply.   “No, Sam. No running. I’ll love the woman and spank that little girl inside of you whenever it’s needed.”   “Jim, I hope I make you truly happy,” she whispered and kissed his lips.   She told him other than her Daddy, he was the only male figure to be in her room. To see that much of her exposed.   “You mean?”   “Yes, Jim. I’m a virgin,” she answered. “I’ve always wanted to wait for the right man. For marriage.”   “Then I can wait too,” Jim told her. “I wonder what your dad would have said.”   “He’d have said,” Sam started to say. Her voice trembling, her eyes watery. “Sammie, you found someone that loves you. That truly cares about you.”   He was about to speak as he felt his own eyes start to water. But realized she wasn’t finished.   “You’ll be alright. You don’t have be scared of the world anymore,” she whispered, tears now trickling down. “You don’t have to stay hidden.”   Jim couldn’t find the words. The lump in his throat prevented any from coming forth. All he could do was hold her close as she rested her head against him and softly cried. He held her because he loved her. He held her to let her know she would always be safe.  

[gregwesthoven]

When A Stranger Knocks

Jessica sat there waiting in her living room - she hated waiting. It made her frantic as she was constantly afraid of missing a deadline. It made her feel like she was bringing a bad report card home which she thought strange as she was forever an “A” student. Her parents were always proud of her and she was never in trouble.   “Where are you, Harvey? You should have been here by now,” she spoke out loud to the empty room.   Jessica was a writer who worked from home - creating her stories on her PC and then printing them out. She loved working from the comfort of her place - not having to dress properly for an office, but wearing baggy jeans and sweatshirts.   Not that Jessica didn’t like going out, she just felt safer at home. All the things she would read in the paper made her fearful of going out for longer than it took to run a quick errand. She did not have many friends, except the few she had met at College which, with the exception of Harvey, had all gone their own ways. Jessica did miss them, but her problem was her shyness. That was the one thing that kept her alone most of the time. It was why she never had a boyfriend.   It was not that Jessica wasn’t pretty. Her parents always told her she was. She was only an inch over five feet with a tiny frame. She felt her best feature was her soft, thick curly brown hair that just touched her shoulders.   Harvey always said she looked younger than she really was. He thought it was her face more then her size. Yes, her round pixie face did make her, at twenty-six, look more like she should be in high school. But, Jessica preferred to keep herself locked up in the safety of her apartment - shy and alone, afraid of the world outside. She had her work and her computer and TV to keep her company.   She did feel okay with Harvey and that was why she would turn to him with her computer problems. Thin and only six inches taller then her, he was smart, especially when it came to computers. He even started his own business fixing them.   In high school, he was picked on by the jocks and she was the wall flower. The perfect pair - outsiders to the rest of the groups.   “Harvey, what’s keeping you?” Jessica whined.   That was her problem, always needing to get things done immediately - hating the thought of even possibly falling behind. Worrying about that made her whole world feel like it was in major turmoil. If he didn’t come, what would she do? Jessica needed help. She needed Harvey’s help so that her world would be back on track, the way it should be.   Sitting there, getting worked up, Jessica jumped at the sound from the front door’s buzzer. Without thinking, she ran to the door and pressed the buzzer.   “Finally!” she exclaimed as the panic started to ease.   The sound of knocking came from the door and, without first checking the peephole, she yanked it open in relief before a jolt of fear shot through her. The man standing there was not Harvey, it was a stranger.   “What have I done? He could be a rapist or murderer and I opened the door for him!” she thought frantically to herself.   “Miss Wells? Harvey sent me over to fix your problem. I’m his assistant,” the stranger said.   “His assistant? He never told me about an assistant,” she said trying to sound annoyed, but more worried than anything else.   “I’m sorry to have startled you. My name is Evan and if you want you can call Harvey to confirm who I am,” Evan said softly, trying to calm the poor girl down.   Slamming the door as quick as possible, Jessica ran for the phone and dialed Harvey’s number. She couldn’t stop shaking as her ear vibrated with the ringing sound from within the phone.   “Hello.”   “Harvey, is that you? Why didn’t you tell me yu had an assistant and were sending him over?” she almost cried into the phone.   “Jessica? Relax. Evan is very good and I thought that since he lived in your area it wuld save me the drive,” Harvey calmly told her.   “B-b-but couldn’t you have told me or come over yourself?” her voice was starting to break. Tears were beginning to well up in her eyes.   “Jess, it will be alright! I trust him and that should be good enough for you,” he replied, starting to get annoyed.   “So I suggest that you let him fix your computer so he can get to his next appointment,” Harvey told her and hung up without even saying good-bye.   Still holding the phone in her hand, Jessica trembled from the tone of Harvey’s voice and the way he had spoken to her and the fact that she still had a stranger outside her door.   “Outside my door,” Jessica whimpered and headed to the door.   She needed her computer fixed and Harvey was not going to come over. She had no choice, even though Harvey said the guy was okay. Shaking, she reached out and turned the knob and slowly opened the door. Stanking looking at her with blue eyes and trying to reassure her with a smile, was the stranger, known to her only as Evan. He was taller than Harvey, must be about six feet she mused. Slim with what appeared to be a hard body.   “Is everything okay, Miss Wells?”   “Yes. Harvey said you work with him,” she answered quietly.   “Then, can I come in and see if I can get your computer running again?”   “Okay, yes. Come in. It’s right this way,” she said and felt him following behind her.   Setting down his case, Evan walked over to the computer and gave it a qucik spot check to see if it was something simple from the outside, like a loose wire or something.   “Well, it’s plugged in, so I guess that’s not the trouble,” he chuckled.   “Excuse me? Do I look like a dumb woman to you?” she said a bit too angrily.   “Just trying to make you feel at ease,” Evan said, stunned at her sudden anger.   “I am at ease, thank you very much. Now can you fix my computer, Mr. Jock, or do you need a How to book?” she responded.   Jessica was surprised at her words as Evan appeared to be. It must be all the emotions Harvey had stirred up in her that were now coming out. Or maybe it was that “Plugged in” remark that set her off - she didn’t know what had done it, but she was upset.   “Miss Wells, first of all my last name isn’t Jock, it’s Huntley. Second, I was an athlete, not a jock, okay?” Evan responded crisply.   As Evan ran a system scan, Jessica watched him closely. She could smell his cologne; she knew it well from growing up. Old Spice. Her Granddad and Dad both wore it and she loved the scent. But as Evan worked she couldn’t help throwing remarks at him, watching as his muscles twitched and his responses became short and curt. Why she kept it up, she didn’t know. He seemed like he was trying to be nice, but she was so worked up with emotions that she took it out on him.   Finally, Evan stood up and looked down at his tormentor.   “I’ve found the problem and put a quck fix in for you. It should hold until I get back with a replacement part,” he said, his voice a flat monotone.   “What do you mean a quick fix? Thought you knew how to fix it. Need to read a book on Computers for Dummies?” she replied and immediately wished she had not said that.   “Miss, the board you need is not one I carry with me all the time. Though some things I do know ho to fix and I don’t need a book to do it,” Evan replied, trying to hold his temper.   “Oh? And what would that be, do tell? she said, with too much sarcasm.   "I’ll do better than that. I’ll show you,” he responded and reached out and grabbed her arm.   “W-w-what are you doing?” she demanded, fear showing in her voice.   “Let’s just say that this is also a quick fix,” he responded and pulled her to him.   When she was close enough, Evan grabbed her by the back of her waist and held her under one arm. Jessica couldn’t see what was happening or what was going to happen next. All she knew was she was facing the other direction and his hold on her waist was tight enough to keep her in place, but not enough to hurt her. All she could feel was her body pressed against his hip.   Evan looked down at the bottom in baggy pants and felt that, once he was finished, she may never want her computer fixed again by either Harvey or him. But she had been pushing him for no reason and now he was going to get some payback. Raising his hand, he brought it down fast, smacking her bottom a dozen times before finally stopping.   One minute she was feeling his hip against hers and the next she was feeling his hand slapping her bottom. No, that’s not right, not slapping, but spanking her bottom like she was a little girl that had been bad, and it hurt.   “Please stop, it hurts! You’re hurting me,” she cried.   Then it was over and she felt him release her. Her hands moved quickly to her bottom and rubbed, tears filling her emerald eyes as she now looked up at him once more.   “Y-y-you spanked me,” she whimpered, tears starting to come down.   “Yes, you got what you deserved. You acted like a brat and you were treated like one,” he said, looking down at the girl standing before him.   “Now I have other appointment to get to or I would finish what I started,” he stated.   “Finish? But you already spanked me. What do you mean finish?” she started to cry again.   “That you will have to wait for until I come back.”   “Come back?”   “Yes. I finish at five and I will be back with the part you need and we will finish what we started,” he said.   “But, aren’t we finished? Why another spanking?”   “Because that was a quick fix and you need to learn what a real spanking is. So, you best be ready and don’t lock me out,” he said quietly.   Stepping past the girl he just spanked, leaving her with tears running down and still rubbing her bottom, Evan walked to the door and left. Leaving Jessica standing there to think about what he had said. Not even thinking of relocking the door, she hurried to her bedroom. Turning her back to the dresser mirror, she yanked down her jeans and panties in one swift motion to look at the condition of her sore bottom. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed that her once pale white cheeks now had a pinkish glow and placing her hands upon them, felt the warmth of her flesh. Now it didn’t feel as bad as when Evan first finished spanking her, but she was left with a warm tingle back here as she rubbed slowly.   Her shock was the tingle it gave her elsewhere. Something she had never experienced in her life. Why had a spanking given her this new feeling? It was a sensation that left her in a state of arousal. Maybe it was the fact that someone had touched her somewhere other than her arm.   “What did he do to make me tingle inside?” she asked herself in the mirror.   Jessica was always too worried about things and thus shut herself off from the real world. Now a stranger came and physically assaulted her, spanked her like a child. Adults don’t spank other adults like children, do they? She didn’t understand why she seemed to like it. Pulling up her jeans and panties, she left her room and went to her trusty computer.   “If there is an answer, my computer will tell me,” she said to herself.   Sitting in front of the screen of her trusty friend and companion, she could still feel the tingle of her bottom and wiggled in her chair. She keyed in the word spanking and was surprised at all the sites that her friend showed her.   “Okay, let’s try this one. Spanking stories,” she whispered to the screen and clicked.   Before her surprised eyes, desplayed on the screen before her were many stories in regards to spanking.   “Oh my, there’s so many.”   She found one that she thought she would read, “Strange Customs” by a writer named Phil K and clicked on the story. Not realizing that she was opening the door to a whole new world.   It seemed like a good story, man buys spanking movies but, doesn’t get them as they are held up at customs.   “Wait, there are spanking movies as well,” she said, surprised.   Reading it, she found that the woman didn’t think that a spanking would be enjoyable and was willing to give it a try. Much like Jessica, she was aroused and it left Jessica feeling flushed. After reading that story, she decided to read another and found a title that caught her eye, “In The Vale Of Avalon” by a writer named Ross Kilahara. This one had many chapters for Jessica to read through. The more she read, the further she was drawn into a world she had never known existed - a world calling to her to join them. That she was a kindred spirit though she didn’t know it yet.   “I don’t understand, these two ladies from different classes wanted to be spanked, even asked for it,” she said, bewildered but curious.   As she read line by line, page by page, chapter by chapter, she stirred in the chair she sat, her eyes reading the words on the screen. So caught up in the story that was before her, Jessica didn’t notice what the words were doing to the rest of her body. For as she read, her left hand moved down to the front of her jeans and in so doing so, her legs slowly parted. The middle finger slowly moving under the flap of her zipper and tracing along the metal teeth. The finger moved lightly up and down the front of her jeans as Jessica continued to take in the story before her. Her breathing began going slower, deeper and her finger and thumb slowly slid the zipper down as far as it would go. Three fingers slipped through the opening that was now there and pressed against the warm damp material of her panties.   Jessica’s breathing started to quicken as fingers moved up and down over the soft cotton, pressing as tight as possible to feel the heat coming forth. Just as Jessica started to tremble she finished the story and at that moment realized what she was doing. Blushing deeply, she pulled her hand out of her jeans and did them back up.   “What am I doing? Sitting and playing with myself while reading?” she whispered, breathless and embarrassed.   She had never done anything like that before.   “Could those spanking stories have done that to me?”   Yes, they were very, very good and she did enjoy them. But, to be turned on by them? Yes, she did get a spanking earlier and felt funny afterwoards. But, that was over jeans. In the sotries, the women were bare bottom.   “Bare bottom!”   “Will he really be coming back to spank me again?”   “Will he spank my bare bottom like those ladies, or will he keep my jeans up, like before?”   Jessica sat wondering what to do. She had never experienced anything like it. Always good growing up, her parents never had to spank her. For the first time in her life, she was spanked and it gave her feelings she didn’t understand. From what she read in the stories, there were those that were spanked as adults and they seemed to feel what he did inside.   “Oh, my gawd! Look at the time!” she blurted.   It had been over two hours since Evan left and he did say he would be back. Maybe he was joking about the spanking thing. She hoped that he was, yet then again, she hoped that he wasn’t. A part of her did want to feel his hand again, though the pain was something else. It was the feelings the spanking had given her - the tingle. Add to it all, the scent of his Old Spice. She could breathe it as he held her under his arm.     “I think I should shower and freshen up before he comes,” she whispered, feeling the heat rising in her cheeks as she thought of the return visit of this stranger.   Turning on the water, Jessica slowly undressed and then got under the pulsating spray, letting the heat relax her as she thought about all that had happened this day. After soaping herself and rinsing, she got out, wrapped herself in her fluffy pink towel and dried her hair. Taking the clothes that she discared, she dropped them into her hamper and headed to her room. Going to her dresser, she picked up her hair brush and ran it through her damp curls.   “What should I wear?” she asked herself.   Her clothes were mostly baggy pants and bulky sweats and t-shirts. No dresses or fine pants. After all, she never went ouy with people.   Looking at herself in the mirror she wondered why she was all flustered about what to wear for this man. Yet for some reason, she wanted to look nice for when he arrived. She didn’t know why or why anything was happening to her this day.   “I really have to find others things to buy on-line. Something nice,” she murmured.   She pulled out a pair of white cotton panties with little red hearts and the matching bra. Slipping these on, she looked for pants and a top. The closest thing she found that was nice was a pair of white terry drawstring pants and a blue crewneck sweatshirt to put on. This will have to do, she thought looking at herself before leaving her room.   There was still an hour at least before he would be here. That is, if he truly meant what he said. Thing was, Jessica didn’t know what to do with herself. She couldn’t focus on her writing anymore. No, this had been a day that had cuased a change in her. For the better? She didn’t know. She wasn’t going to read any more stories, that was for sure. So going to her kitchen, she poured herself a tall glass of water and decided to sit on her balcony to think. To dream.   Thinking about what might happen when he came. Maybe it was just out of anger that he said that and he won’t spank her again. That thought for some reason made Jessica feel sad and sort of empty inside.   “Why do I hope that he will spank me again?” she sighed.   Maybe it was what she felt because of it. What he made her feel. She felt alive from the feeling the spanking he had given her. The stirring within, her first time being aroused. All because of this stranger and his hand. The heat it caused to her bottom, not to mention what it did to the rest of her.   All this thinking was making Jessica anxious and caused her to get fidgety in her chair. It amazed her how she was more aware of her bottom than she had ever been before. The waiting was getting to her and she wished that this stranger would arrive soon. Then maybe she would know just what was going to happen. That was the problem. Would it happen or not?   Getting up and going back in with glass in hnd, she looked at the clock. Only fifteen minutes had gone by. It felt like time was moving slowly just to torment her. Going back to her room she looked at her bottom in the mirror. The pants were a little more snug then her usual pants. A Christmas present from her mom a few years ago. They showed the roundness of her bottom. In fact, they showed it off more then anything she had ever worn.   “What do you think, Flopsy, does my bottom look nice in these?” she asked her stuffed bunny that sat on one of the pillows of her queen bed.   Reaching behind her, Jessica placed her hands onto the material that covered her bottom and rubbed slowly. She loved the feel of the terrycloth against her hands and the warmth of her bottom was nice. She wanted to keep rubbing as she liked how it felt but decided to stop before going too far again.   “I’ve touched myself more today than I have in my whole life,” she whispered and giggled.   “Does that make me naughty, Flopsy?”   Still anxious Jessica decided to go back to the living room and wait. It was the waiting that was getting to her, driving her crazy. The anticipation of what might follow. Here she was at twenty-six, sitting and waiting for someone she just met to take her once again and spank her.   Lost in her thoughts, she jumped at the sound of the buzzer. Looking at the time, she was sure it was him and moved quickly to respond.   “Yes?” she said into the speaker, as she tried to keep herself in control.   “Miss Wells, it’s me, Evan. I have that part,” the voice came back.   Pressing the button to let him into the building, she waited. Within minutes there was the knock at the door and she opened it to greet her guest.   “Hi, Miss Wells. I got that part you need and it shouldn’t take long to have you up and running normal,” Evan said pleasantly.   “Oh, that’s wonderful,” Jess replied, trying hard to stay upbeat.   He seemed cheerful like when he first came over. Was he just joking or did he just forget? ‘Maybe he is only here to fix the computer,’ she thought, and felt a sigh come from within.   Jessica watched as he headed to her computer and, setting his tool case down, began to work on the problem, replacing the temporary part with the new one. Jess moved closer to get a better view. Watched as he ran a scan to make sure everything was running smoothly. Smelled his cologne dreamily.   “Everything checks out fine, Miss Wells,” he said, rising and looking at her.   His eyes seemed so pleasant and warm. He was polite and fixed her computer. Maybe he just wants to go home, must have been a long day and he just said something that he didn’t really mean.   “I’ll just get you to sign this to show that the work is done and you will get the bill in the mail,” Evan told her and handed the paper to her.   “I think you’ll find that everything is in order, Miss Wells,” he added.   “Please call me Jessica and, yes, everything looks fine to me,” she said, a touch of sadness in her voice.   Signing the paper for him, she handed it back and watched as Evan put it in his case and close it up.   “Well, my job is done her, Miss. I mean Jessica, and so is my work day,” Evan said.   “I guess you can’t wait to get home and relax?” Jessica asked, feeling a sort of letdown.   “Well, I said my work day is done. I’m off the clock and now I can deal with that other matter from earlier today,” he responded.   “W-w-what do you mean?” Jess asked, trying not to sound like this is what she was hoping to hear.   “You, Jessica, were very rude to me today and for no good reason. I told you that what you got was a quick fix and I would finish what I started. I mean what I say, I keep my word,” Evan stated firmly.   “Y-y-you don’t mean?” Jessica asked, trembling slightly.   “Yes. I mean that you have a real spanking to come and it’s time that you get it,” Evan told her, taking her wrist with his left hand.   Looking over to her dining area he saw what he was looking for and headed to the table, pulling Jessica with him. She didn’t try and pull away or yell or scream. Just followed, as if in a trance, as he guided the way, her legs shaking, her body giving a slight tremble.   “It’s going to happen. He’s going to spank me just like he said,” she thought, feeling his firm, but, gentle hold on her.   “Well, you must agree that you deserve this since you are not trying to get away,” Evan commented.   Jess didn’t know what to say. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to be spanked or not. It did give her wonderful feelings, though the spanking did hurt. From what she could figure out, this was going to be just like the stories. An over the knee spanking. She wondered if he was going to bare her bottom and how much more it would hurt that way. That first one hurt enough over her pants. Bare, it would more than likely hurt mch more. But to have this man look at her and have his hand on her bottom like that, made a part of her hope that, that was his intention.   Taking one of the chairs from the table with his free hand, Evan sat down. Still holding Jess by the wrist, he moved her over to his right side.   Jessica looked down at the waiting lap. It looked firm and for some reason inviting. The next thing she felt was a tug on her wrist and his other hand on the small of her back, pushing her forward. She felt herself starting to go down toward his lap and before she knew it, she was looking at his lower legs. She now had a closer view of her carpet and felt her body pressed down onto his. Feeling the warmth of his thighs through his clothes, she sighed quietly. Then to her surprise, felt his hand rest upon her bottom. The feel of his hand was electrifying and it felt like it was meant to be there.   “I hope that after this you will learn how not to treat people,” Evan told her.   “Y-yes, I am sorry about today,” she said softly.   His voice seemed distant. Different in this position. As he spoke, she felt his hand slowly rub. It felt wonderful. Mixed with the rubbing were little pats and she felt a slight bounce of her bottom with each.   “So I guess we both agree, you deserve this,” he said.   “I guess I do. I am really sorry,” she replied.   “Not as sorry as you will be, Jessica,” he responded.   Jessica felt his other hand take hold of her waist and felt his hand leave her bottom. She didn’t need a book to tell her what was going to happen next. Then she heard it, the smack. Heard it before she felt it. But she did feel it. Again and again she felt his hand come down on her covered bottom and it wasn’t long before she was wiggling from the onslaught. Her bottom was heating up and her legs started to move frantically. Tears filled her eyes.   “I’m sorry. Please stop,” she cried.   “Stop? I’ve just begun. But by the time I’m finished, you will have learned the error of your ways,” he stated, punctuating each word with a smack.   Jessica was crying openly now from the pain and wished it was over. Then she felt it. His fingers going into her pants and starting to work them down.   “Please don’t do this,” she wailed, as she felt them start to pass over her bottom.   “I did tell you it would be a real spanking and that means that these pants come down,” Evan told her.   She felt them as they worked down her thighs and as they slid from there on their own to her ankles. Now this man was looking at something no man had ever seen. He was looking at her panty-covered bottom.   Once her pants had reached her ankles, the spanking started anew. This time it hurt more and she started to struggle. But he held her tight as he smacked from one cheek to the other. All the struggling and leg movement caused her panties to ride up and now she was feeling the sting of his hand on her bare cheeks. Her bottom was on fire, but then that feeling started again. Like the first time.   “No more pleasssssssssssssssssssssse. I’ll be good, I promise,” she wailed.   “I see your bottom reddens very well. Maybe yu are learning your lesson,” Evan said.   She felt his hand resting on the bare part of her bottom. Felt his flesh against her burning flesh. As the tears flowed down, she wondered if it was over. Did he feel that she had had enough of her spanking; would it come to an end?   Her answer came quickly as she felt his fingers slip into the waistband of her panties. Her bottom was already on fire and now he would be looking at it bare. Her cheeks burned, but she was also so wet from it all. She was experiencing the pain and pleasure and in a way she wanted more. She wanted her panties taken down.   “Let’s just make sure you have learned your lesson,” he said, as he started to work them down.   “Please don’t take them down. Not my bare bottom,” she cried, though it was what she wanted.   Jessica felt her panties slide from between her cheeks where they had beed wedged and slowly start to come down. She felt the air on her bottom. The cool against the heat. Felt the soft cotton slide along her thigs and move down to her knees. He was intent on moving them down to meet her pants. At her ankles. If he noticed how wet they were, he didn’t say. But she felt his hand back on her bottom, her bare bottom. Resting for a brief moment before it rose again.   Now the sound of flesh on flesh was louder and seemed to fill the room and her crying, as well, was louder. Tears streaming down as his hand worked at giving her the spanking she would remember. The pain was fierce, yet the arousal was stronger. She felt herself on the verge.   Jess was so lost that she didn’t even realize that her spanking was over. She just lay there, crying and trembling. She didn’t realize until she felt his hand on her bottom, as it rubbed gently.   “I think you have learned your lesson, Jessica,” he said quietly.   “Yes, I’ll be good from now on. I promise,” she cried as she felt his gentle touch.   Feeling him help her up, it didn’t bother her that he was looking at her as she stood, bare from the waist to her ankles. The he stood and rapped his arms around her and hugged her to comfort her from her ordeal. The feel of her body against him was more than she could stand. She wanted to be with him.   “Are you going to leave now?” she sniffled.   “No. I want to be here with you for as long as you like,” he said looking at her face, seeing the tears that still came down.   Jessica felt his hands move to her bottom and softly cup her cheeks. A soft moan escaped her parted lips. Then in one swift motion he picked her up in his arms and carried her to her room, pants and panties still at her ankles. When they entered, she reached out and turned on the light and closed the door.                           

[gregwesthoven]

A Night At Lou’s part 1

Ryan walked down the stone staircase to the entrance of Lou’s Place. It would be nice to get out of that cold November wind. Opening the door he walked into the dimly lit place, the smell of beer and smoke filled the air. Unlike Cheer’s, where everyone knew your name, Lou’s was a place for the nobodies in life. The drifter’s and such. Each had their story to tell, but no one cared.   Ryan searched and headed to one of the empty tables and sat his 200 pound weight into the hard wooden chair. At Lou’s, nothing was what it seemed. Behind the bar was a thirty something woman, with flaming red hair and pale blue eyes. She was the owner of the place, Louise. For some reason she went by the name Lou. The one waitress there stood about five foot five with straight jet black hair and a look of boredom in her brown eyes. She wore no tag, an unknown like all the rest.   “What will it be,”? she asked.   “Burger and fries with a pitcher of draft,” Ryan stated.   Ryan watched as she walked to the bar, the swish of her pear shaped bottom in that tight green skirt. He always had a thing for a woman’s bottom. He loved the way they moved, their different shapes. Wondering what it would like to bare their bottoms, to watched as they changed in color.   “It would be so nice to have you over my knee,” Ryan said to himself.   Thinking that made him look down at his hands. Gazing at the left one, at the finger that once bore gold and he trembled recalling how she had hurt him. It was just as if it were yesterday, not two years ago. When his wife found out he was into spanking, the names she called him. Freak, weirdo, sick pervert and that was when the marriage ended. He loved her and she hurt him. She left him and he felt ashamed and alone. All because he wanted to spank her.   Maybe there was something wrong with him, he thought. Maybe she was right and he was not normal. Maybe this is what happens if you are not normal, twenty-five and alone, hanging out at a place like Lou’s. A nobody and unloved, truly alone.   His waitress came back with his order, he wasn’t thinking about her anymore. He felt depressed as he poured himself a drink from the frosted pitcher.   “A pity drink for a pitiful man,” he whispered softly and swallowed hard.   The cold beer felt good going down his throat, but it didn’t help the hurt inside. Didn’t take away the pain that she had caused him.   “You’re a freak and I want you out. You’ll be hearing from my lawyer,” she had hissed at him.   He had loved her, he loved her round shaped bottom, why couldn’t they have tried to work it out. Talked it out. Then they could still be together, a normal couple.   “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me,” he whispered and then laughed a painful laugh.   He remembered that from childhood. Yes sticks and stones can break your bones, but names do hurt me, hurt me deep inside. He trembled at those thoughts and took another swallow of beer. As he lowered his glass from his lips, he saw her.   He had come here many times and never paid attention, but Lou’s place had a juke box. Maybe because he never saw anyone around it before, until now. But there she was leaning down in front of that box, aglow in the light from inside. She looked like an angel in the light, that stood out in this smoke filled joint. All Ryan could see of her was from the back. Slim with shoulder length hair the color of wheat. A black t-shirt that must have been cut short, as it showed a good portion of bare skin. But the best were the jeans she was wearing, faded and tight to high-light the most beautiful bottom he had ever seen. He had never seen her here before, he was sure he would remember this woman.   Her first song started to play. Hanky Panky. Ryan wasn’t much for music, but he knew this song and who it was by. Still watching her as the song played, now slowly moving her hips to the beat, he saw her make her next selection. Ryan couldn’t keep his eyes off her and the front of his pants felt tighter. He wanted to meet this mystery woman and even though he was aroused, he was afraid, afraid to hear more words of hurt. Before he could look away, her head turned and looking over her shoulder in his direction, a smile on her face, motioned him over to join her. Feeling unsure all Ryan could do was point a finger at himself. She smiled widened, radiated and she nodded.   Ryan scraped his chair against the floor as he rose from the table. He was grateful that the place was so dim, so smokey, less likely anyone would notice the bulge in his pants. As he approached, he noticed something else, the smell of flowers, lilac’s to be precise. It seemed so out of place here, but it was a nice smell and it was coming from her.   She hadn’t moved from her place at the juke box, still leaning forward looking inside. Still that same slow movement of her hips. Ryan was transfixed by the swaying of her bottom.   “Hi, you called me over,” Ryan said clearing his throat.   “Hi yourself,” she said sweetly. “I was hoping you could help me pick out my third song.”   Turning around she gave him a warm smile as she gazed up at him. Ryan being six foot noticed that the top of her head just reached his chin. He looked at her face, her pink full lips looked soft, inviting. But it was her eyes that seemed to reach out and hold him. Those sky blue eyes that sparkled at him. Before he could say a word, she turned back to the machine.   “I don’t really know a lot of music,” he spoke awkwardly.   “Just look over my shoulder and see if there’s anything you like,” she giggled.   Standing behind her, Ryan leaned over and felt the softness of her hair as it brushed against his cheek as he leaned over to gazed over her. He inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her, feeling the warmth coming from her. He looked down at the song list below.   “What was your second choice?” he asked in a whisper.   “Bad Girls,” she replied softly.   With that, this woman that Ryan had never met, pushed back her body and caught the embarrassed Ryan by surprise. Now her bottom was pressed up against him, now she could feel his erection as ht was being pushed against the seam of her jeans.   “I’ve found what I’m looking for,” she stated and pressed a number.   Ryan caught a glance at what she had picked. Areosmith, Livin’ On The Edge. He didn’t know what to do or say, as her lower body was still pressed against him. Finally she straightened and turned to look at him once more.   “What must you think. A complete stranger being so forward, so rude, so naughty,” she teased.   “Yes that was naughty of you,” he replied.     “What would your girlfriend think, I could only imagine.”   “I’m not with anyone, haven’t been for awhile. But what would your boyfriend think of what you were just doing,” Ryan wanted to know.   “Like you, I’m not with anyone. But if I was and he saw how naughty I have been, then I think I would have gotten a spanking,” she said matter-of-factually.   At the mention of spanking, coming from the lips of this beautiful girl, Ryan thought, could it be true or was she one of those who threw the word out freely. Should he see if she was playing or talking for real.   “You are so right, you are very naughty and deserve a good spanking,” he stated, hoping at where this would lead.   “There’s a room down the hall, just past the restrooms. That is if you think I need that spanking now”, she giggled.   To Ryan this was a dream come true. Someone that actually wanted a spanking. Taking her by the wrist he headed down the hall. He was happy that she did not resist or pull away. He wasn’t alone in the world or different then others, like his ex-wife had said. Here was someone just like him, someone with an interst in spanking.   Passing the restrooms, the hall got darker, but sure enough there was a door. If you were not looking for it, you would never know it was there. It would be private. Opening the door and feeling for the switch, Ryan flipped it on and pulled her inside and shut the door. The room was cramped and had no chair, only a table stood there. Before a word could come out of his mouth, this girl, this dream come true walked over to the table and leaned over, placing her elbows on the old wooden top and turned her head in Ryan’s direction.   “Will this do sir,” she pouted but with a gleam in her eyes.   “It will have to do for now young lady,” Ryan responded and walked up behind her.   Ryan just gazed down at the site before him. Her bottom thrust up waiting, waiting for him to give her a spanking. Bent over like this, in those tight jeans, the seam dug into her and separted her denim clad cheeks. Her slim legs pressed together only helped the look. Her t-shirt had inched even higher, showing more bare skin as now almost half her back was now exposed. Moving to her left side, Ryan reached over and placed his left hand on her exposed waist. The feel of her warm soft flesh against his calloused hand, excited him more then he could have ever imagined. His other hand very slowly moved to her inviting bottom.   “Oh I’ve been such a naughty girl,” she moaned when his hand touched her there.   Running his hand over the soft material of her bottom, all Ryan could think of was, I am not a freak, I am not weird and she is not either. She wants to be spanked and I want to spank her. How can something be wrong when it feels so right. Giving a little pat of her inviting bottom, Ryan moved his hand back as she turned her head to look back at him.   “Would you like another,” she whispered from what seemed like a distance.   “What, what did you say?” he asked puzzled.   “I said, did you want another, you know, another pitcher,” the waitress said looking at him.   Ryan noticed that he was back sitting at his table, his food barely touched. The pitcher half empty. It was all some kind of dream. There was no girl, no back room. He dreamed it, but why. He had never did that before. He was confused and worried something truly was wrong with him. Making up a fantasy girl that wanted to be spanked and getting himself as excited as he was right now. Maybe his ex was right, he was sick. He wanted to leave but was afraid the waitress would notice the bulge and think him a creep. So he decided to stay put.   “Sure, I’ll have another,” he said.   “Oh that girl over there wanted me to give you this,” she stated turning her head toward the front door.   Ryan turned to look in the direction and there she was, the girl. Faded jeans and black t-shirt, on the front in bright red letters TTWD. With a smile on her face and a gleam in her eye, she waved and went out the door.   Looking back at the waitress, now confused, he took the card from her hand. Gazing down at it he saw only one word written. Empathy. Turning the card over in black print it said. Serena with 444 under it. Again in writing were some numbers. 6-9-14-4 13-5 19-16-1-14-11 13-5.   As the waitress went to get his refill, Ryan looked at it again and scratched his head.   “What is the meaning of the card and what do the numbers mean?” he asked himself softly.                 

[gregwesthoven]

A Night At Lou’s part 2

Ryan was still looking at the card, when the waitress came back. So he slipped it into his coat pocket. He still wasn’t sure as to what happened. It felt so real, yet it was a dream. Or was it? Ryan didn’t have an appetite anymore. So he left his half eaten burger and fries and decided to finish his beer. His thoughts troubled as to what had transpired.   “Anything else,” his waitress asked as she walked over.   “Just the bill,” he replied.   Giving him the bill, Ryan reached into his pants pocket and handed her a couple of bills.   “Keep the change,” he said and scraping the chair on the floor got up and headed for the door.   The night air was cold and that Chicago wind felt like it cut right through to his very soul, even with a couple of pitchers in him, Ryan shivered. Luckily he didn’t live far, his apartment was just down the block. Getting back to his place, Ryan always found it kind of depressing when he went through the door. Never a greeting or how was your day. Just an empty place, a lonely place that he called home.   Tired, Ryan thought he would shower and call it a night. He couldn’t get what happened tonight out of his head. Who was she? Why such a vivid dream?   Laying there Ryan felt restless from the thoughts running through his head. That vivid dream that he had of her at Lou’s. Her swaying bottom in those tight jeans. Her scent. He could still feel her bottom in his hand and it felt so good, felt like it was meant to be there. All these images were still running through his mind and the more he remembered, the harder he became.   Sleep was now impossible, so Ryan got and went to get a beer from the fridge. Looking inside he realized he would have to get some food as about all that was there was a six of Miller. He always made sure that he had beer for those nights when he couldn’t sleep and had to deal with his thoughts, alone. Maybe that was why he mostly went to Lou’s. So he wouldn’t feel quite as alone as he did now.   Taking his beer he headed into the living room, switching on the TV mostly for sound, he sat and thought. Most nights he would do this and think of a marriage that had gone so wrong. How the woman that he loved with all his heart had went out of her way to hurt him so much. But tonight it was different, tonight had been different. Because of her, the mystery woman.   Taking a long swallow of his beer, Ryan thought of how things turned out so. Small town boy who played fullback in high school. His dream was to be the next Mike Alstott. He was average at school but pretty good on the field and was dating a cheerleader. Universities were taking notice. All was good and then it fell apart. An injury that ended his season as well a a career in football. Cheerleader left him,. No future with a football player that couldn’t play football. Lucky for him one thing he was good at in school was wood working. As far as Ryan knew, he was normal as anyone. Then it happened one night in July.   He had started working on a construction site and learning carpentry. Not what he had planned for a future, but at least it was a future. He was just out with a six pack and found a quiet place on the hill to think and feel sorry for himself with no football. Then he saw them. A guy about his age and his girlfriend in the moonlight. He figured they had come here to make out as he had many times with his girlfriend. But what happened surprised him and excited him like never before. All he saw of the guy were his hands on the girls bottom as they kissed. The breeze carried their words in his direction. But then the hands moved and the next thing Ryan knew, the girls pants started to come down.   “Damn, these two are really in a rush,” Ryan mumbled taking a swig of his beer.   The girls white panties seemed to glow in the moonlight as her pants were moved to her knees.   “Are you sure we are alone?” she asked.   “Of course we are.”   Well not quite, Ryan thought as he was going to leave. He was not into watching others make out. But the words that came to him stopped him before he rose.   “Now who has been a naughty girl?” the boy asked.   “I’ve been a naughty girl.”   “You know what happens when you are naughty, don’t you.”   “Yes sir. My bare bottom is spanked for being naughty,” she replied.   Spanked. Bare bottom. What was this all about. He’s not a parent, he’s about her age and Ryan didn’t think girls would say things like that. Punishment he knew. Hearing at night when his dad with beer in his gut would take his belt to his mom. Ryan would try to block out her screams with his pillow when he was young. He hated his dad and Ryan’s heart still ached for what that drunken bastard had done to her. At least she was at peace now. Not feeling the pain from the man she was suppose to love. It had been eight years since she passed away, but Ryan still missed her.   But this seemed different somehow. Watching as now panties stared to come down and he got a glimpse of her pale cheeks. Before he knew it she and her boyfriend were on the ground. He sitting, her across his out stretched legs. The gleam of the full moon was like a spot light and the young couple were center stage. Ryan saw movement, like a hand raised in the air and then a sound. Almost like a gunshot cracked through the night air as flesh met flesh. Each time the crisp smacking sound filled the air the girl would yelp and cry out a bit. The sound of flesh meeting flesh was sort of rhythmic and hypnotic, holding Ryan in his place as if a statue. Wishing he could get closer for a better view, but afraid they would hear him in their play. So he listened to the sounds like music and pictured the girls bottom in his mind, as smack followed smack. He felt the air around him change as the smacks grew louder and faster and suddenly the yelps and cries mixed with a new sound. Moans. The girl was starting to moan, she was enjoying herself.   “I thought spankings were punishment, not a turn-on,” Ryan whispered as he gazed at them.   The next thing, both got up and started to undress and Ryan thought it was best to leave the couple to enjoy themselves. Ryan picked up the rest of his beer and moved quietly through the night, wondering about what he had witnessed. Why had the spanking effected him so? Why did he wish he could of seen it closer. See her bottom as it was spanked. That night, the spanking seed was planted.   Ryan continued to live a normal life. Working at the site and getting his papers, but that evening, the spanking played on his mind and especially at night when he tried to sleep. It wouldn’t leave him, the vision of the girls bare bottom, the sounds of the spanking as well as the sounds from her. He was dating a girl from town and unlike high school started to watch her bottom more since that night. Playfully giving her a light little swat from time to time and listened as she would giggle.   Then at twenty he asked her to marry him and he and Lucy got married that summer in a small wedding. He loved holding her bottom when they hugged and kissed. To rub or pat that cute bottom. She seemed to like it. Maybe if she didn’t always wear those tight pants, things would have turned out different. Maybe if he hadn’t seen that couple and thought his wife was the same as the girl that night. If only those memories didn’t stay with him. Maybe things would have been different and not turn out so ugly, so hurtful.   He ended up packing his belongings and moving out. Leaving his shattered dreams and broken heart behind. Left their home and left the town he grew up in, he felt he had to. Small town and everyone would know what had happened. Small town and everyone knows everything.   Still thinking back, Ryan thought about what happened at Lou’s. The girl, the strange message. Not able to get it out of his head. His ex-wives cutting words seemed to fade as Ryan drifted off to sleep where he sat.   Ryan went back to Lou’s that night and waited, the card in his coat pocket, for the woman to come back. She never showed. Nor the next night or the night after that.   “This is crazy,” Ryan said to himself as he sat at Lou’s.   It had been a week and he had not seen her again. If not for the card he would have thought it all a dream. He figured that it was one night, a strange night and he wouldn’t see her again. It was the only time he did see her there. Once only once. Ryan decided to call it a night and head home. Back to his normal and lonely life. Each time hopes and dreams up, each time a little more of those hopes and dreams fade.   Was it wishful thinking that she would be there? Was it all some sort of a cruel joke? All Ryan could do is forget that strange night and try and move on.   “Time to get back to reality old boy,” he said and called the waitress for his bill.   Leaving the bar, Ryan made his way home once more. The empty feeling stronger then the night before. Each night hoping, each night ending hopelessly.   Ryan woke the next morning as he did each morning, in his half empty bed. Getting up and downing a coffee, he decided to put some food in his fridge. Being Saturday he knew it was best to get there early and get it done. Grabbing his coat he headed out into the cool air. The walk was good, it helped clear his head as. As of late he had a lot on his mind.   Coming to the intersection, Ryan looked up for the light to change and his eyes widened with a name he knew. Serena. Or to be more precise, Serena Avenue. Reaching into his pocket he quickly pulled out the card and read again. Serena 444.   “Could it be. The card had a address and not her name,” he whispered.   Deciding to throw caution to the wind he decided to turn down the avenue. Might be, might not, but he had to be sure. Building by building, block by block Ryan continued. Hoping and praying that maybe he had solved her riddle.   There it was. 444 Serena. An old and rare book store and Ryan entered. Not well lit, the smell of old books filled the air.   “So. You found me,” came the soft voice behind him.   “It’s you. I didn’t imagine all of this,” Ryan replied turning to face her.   There she stood, looking up with her pale blue eyes, her full lips turned up in a smile. Wearing light gray dress with a white silk blouse. She beamed and gay him a quick little hug.   “I was wondering when I would see you or if you just gave up,” she giggled.   “Wasn’t sure myself. Didn’t realize that Serena was a street name, not your name.”   “Aw. But you still found me,” she stated still smiling.   “S-so what happens now?” Ryan asked unsure of all of this.   “Well I still have to work and finish at six. Just a second,” she said and slipped past him.   The smell of Lilac coming from her as she passed, Ryan watched as she headed for the counter, her bottom encased in the tight pants. Watched as she took pen and paper and wrote. She came back with paper and handed it to him. Looking down he read it out loud.   “Past the place where baby bears sometimes play. Through the opening of the tow oaks. Up to the wrong named floor. Out left and down five. Turn in which you came.”   Ryan couldn’t understand this. Another riddle and he had been lucky to have found her with the first. Why the game.   “What is this?”   “My address. You just have to figure it out. You have most of the day,” she told him smiling.   “Why not just tell me. Why the game?”   “If you truly wish it to happen, you will. By the way, my name is Beth.”   “Aw, sorry. I’m Ryan.”   “Well Ryan. If you truly want, you will seek. Hope to see you later,” she spoke softly and gave him a kiss on the cheek.   Before he could say anything more, a customer came in and she walked away. Now he had to try and solve this in a few hours. The last one took a week and a lot of luck.  

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