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The beat reverberated throughout the club, imparting a life through the dance floor. Bodies twisted to the left and right, tossing sweat about.

Jerry’s black sunglasses dampened the flicker of the strobe lights as he surveyed the dance floor from his alcove. He hated dance clubs, the strobe lights and damn techno music blaring extra loud, but work dictated his presence. With any luck he would be able to complete the job and be gone within the hour.

Ellie was the third girl to introduce herself to Jerry and his bottle of Cristol. He had quickly brushed off the previous two, but this one was more resilient.

“What? You don’t want to have a good time?” she snarked back. “Then why did you come here and order this wonderful bottle unless you wanted to have some fun? Com’on big guy.” She said drawing a finger to her lips.

Jerry scanned the young girl up and down. Her make-up was over applied, obviously trying to hide the fact she was a couple years too young to get in the club. It was a shame, because just across the border she could’ve gotten into any club she wanted, legally. He didn’t dwell on the issue, working down her body to the outfit which screamed something between slut, whore and rebellious school-girl. A short-sleeve white blouse was tied up under her bust, accentuating her cleavage while allowing the black lace of her push-up bra to peak out. The plaid skirt hide as much of her assets as the blouse, rolled over at the top to shorten it until the hemline revealed black nylon if she did anything but stood straight up.

Jerry knew better but let her sit on the couch next to him nonetheless.

“Aren’t you a little young to be in here,” Jerry asked, taking a sip of his glass.

“Yea, aren’t you a little old to be in here?” she shot back, pouring herself a glass.

Jerry nodded his glass to the school-girl outfit.

“Oh, the outfit is an old one from school. My girlfriends dared me.” She leaned closer to his ear. “You know, to have a little fun. I prefer something, ah.” She let the words hang between them, hoping his imagination was working in overdrive. “sexier.”

Jerry tilted his glasses down, to see if she was just playing things up. He’d seen the game before.

Ellie took it as a slight, “I see you don’t believe me. Order some more Cristol and I’ll show you.” She feathered her fingers down his chest.

Jerry knew it was a test. At a thousand Euros a bottle, she was feeling out his bank account. He’d bite, especially since his client would be paying for it anyways. The waitress went straight to the back once he heard the order.

Ellie sipped the champagne, decided to press him farther while they waited for the bottle. “I’m Ellie, and what should I call you?”

“Jerry.”

“Well Jerry, what do you do when you’re not staking out dark night clubs?”

“Ah…I’m in collections,” he answered after a moment’s thought.

“Collections? I’ve never heard of anyone it that. It must pay well?” she tried to ask nonchalantly.

Jerry laughed as the obviousness of her intent. She was here for his money and he had no problem with it. “You could say that.”

The waitress interrupted any further conversation with the freshly opened bottle. She refilled the offered glasses before asking if they needed anything else. Ellie didn’t wait for him to answer, instead standing up as she dismissed the waitress.

Ellie turned her back to him, cocking her hip to the side causing her bottom to stick out more. With two hip swaying steps, she walked around the small table to the velvet curtains hanging on each side of the alcove. The velvet cloth fell together with a pull of the sashes, separating them from the rest of the club.

Jerry considered stopping her. He was here for a job, not whatever she intended on doing.

Ellie flared her hips as she rounded the table. She stopped directly in front of him and placed a hand on each knee. She leaned forward until her lips were at his right ear. “Now, let me show you, something sexier.”

Jerry couldn’t help but look down the front of her blouse at the soft, tanned skin encased in black lace. With a gentle push, his legs opened and she dropped to her knees. Her hands were on his belt before he realized what she was doing. He leaned forward to sit down his glass, but she pushed him back into the cushion with one hand and freed him from his boxers with the other.

“Ooo, so perfect,” she purred as he pointed straight at her.

“Hey,” was all he could get out before he disappeared between her cherry red lips. This was wrong, so wrong, he thought as his lower mind took control of his body.

Ellie bobbed her head up and down a couple of times, taking his full length in her mouth. She went down hard, feeding him into the back of her throat as she reached up to free his balls.

Jerry didn’t know if it was his lack of a sex life, or if she was really that good, but this was better than he had ever remembered. She knew the right places to touch, at the right time and in just the right way.

She pulled back, freeing him from lips while keeping one hand messaging his balls. She looked into his eyes as her free index finger gently wiped a little spit from her lips. He allowed his eyes to slip shut, trying to clear the sensations from his head.

Ellie used the moment to take a sip of champagne, and then bury his shaft in her mouth. She worked her tongue around the bottom as the bubbles did their magic. A couple more long licks and she could feel his hips tense. She

Jerry was embarrassed at how fast he erupted. Barely ten minutes earlier this girl and walked up to his table and now he was spent.

“Oo, that was quick,” she purred, wiping a bit of cum from her lips. “Why don’t we go back to your place and see if next time you go longer?”

“Sure,” Jerry answered immediately. She got up and adjusted her clothes while he fixed his trousers and belt. Five minutes later they were making their way through the club to the door.

—-

The valet pulled up in a silver Aston Martin DB9. Moments later, he was using all six gears on the rented sports car, flying through the tiny European streets to the Intercontinental. His firm had set him up in a suite there, albeit a small one; and he wanted to get her to his room before she changed her mind. By the way she stroked the leather encased dash, though he doubted she would. The car had put any doubts of his wealth to rest.

She started in on the elevator, smearing lipstick all around his mouth. By the time the doors opened at his floor, she was in his arms with her legs wrapped around his waist. He had no option but to carry her down the hall, bumping into a table and painting on the way to his end suite.

Ellie broke her lock on his lips long enough for him to fumble the door unlocked. They burst through the door and Ellie instantly surveyed the room. It was obviously a suite, but probably one of the smallest. Maybe it was being paid for by his company, she thought.

She let out a little gasp when he pushed her against the wall. She took it as a cue to refocus on kissing for the moment. The grabbed his lower lip between hers and started sucking gently. He worked back at her lips, easing her down onto the side table. She started unbuttoning his shirt but was stopped after the second button. He pulled her wrists out from between their bodies, arcing them around until they met above her head. With his left hand holding her wrists against the wall, he worked his way from her lips over towards her earlobe then down to neck. She let her eyes fall closed, as she craned her head to the side to provide him better access.

She didn’t even notice the click of the handcuffs until he pulled way and allowed her wrists to fall to her lap. She wasn’t expecting the metal bracelets, but she was game for a little kinky fun.

“Ok Sweetheart, I think that is enough.” Jerry said moving towards the sofa.

“Ah, I you want to see my kinky side,” Ellie smiled broadly as she wiggled a shoulder at him as she followed him towards the couch.

“No, I have other plans for you,” Jerry responded as he pulled a manila folder and his laptop out of his brief case.

“What kind of plans?” Ellie said in her lower, sultry voice, running a finger down his chest as she sunk into couch next to him.

“Plans which involve those cuffs staying on you for a lot longer than you’d like.”

Fear instantly overtook her. “What? Let me go! Do you know who I am?” Ellie demanded.

Jerry picked up the manila folder off the coffee table and started reading. “Elisa Marie Montgomery, Ellie for short. Born December 25th, 1994 putting you at 19. Parents Franklin and Evelyn. Currently a sophomore at NYU. Oh, someone has been slacking in her studies. Ten credits short of being a junior after two years. Do I need to go on?” He tilted the folder down in a nicely condescending manner.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?”

“Jerry, like I told you earlier,” he answered, tossing the folder onto the coffee table. “And I’m here to collect you for my client.”

“WHAT!” Ellie screamed. She was being kidnapped!

“Hush!” Jerry commanded.

“No, you can’t!” Ellie yelled, trying to stand up. “AHHH! HELP!” Ellie made it to her feet and took one step towards the door before two large hands took hold of her hips from behind and spun her in an arc until she was facing the windows. She tried kicking, but with Jerry behind her, her aim was miserable. Nonetheless, she made contact with the side of his thigh.

“ENOUGH,” Jerry growled, gently tossing the 120 lb girl onto the sofa. “Now sit there and be quiet!”

“No! HELP!” Ellie cried out, wiggling back to her feet. She made it one step before stumbling forward, right across Jerry’s lap. “Let me up!” she cried, trying to knee his left calf.

Jerry was finally getting annoyed at this girl, and put his hand on her back, pinning her in place. She wiggled and screamed, just irritating him further. He hated when his female targets let lose those high-pitch screams, especially indoors. Jerry didn’t know what overcame him, but his next actions surprised him.

WACK! Jerry hand slapped into the nylon covered bottom presented him by the upraised skirt.

“No! Stop!” She yelled out.

Jerry spanked her again and again, enjoying the impact and subsequent ripples he was making across her pert behind. Her black nylon panties may have provided her some modesty, five years ago, but now just strained to contain any of her full bottom.

The sting being imparted on her bottom completely messed with her head. Her mind tried to tell her mouth to yell “STOP!”, but only a garbled mixture of ouches and ahs passed her lips. He didn’t care as he painted her once porcelain cheeks, rose.

“Do I have your attention now?” Jerry asked, pausing to let the smarting in his palm die down.

“Yes, sniff, yes, just stop.” she blubbered.

“Good,” he replied, resting his palm on the back of her thighs. For a moment, the man inside him took control, drinking in the erotic image presented him. The rounded cheeks flush with color, slowly heaving with each breath. The black nylon filling the valley between the mounds, before going south where it wrapped to every contour of her sexy. She was completely at his mercy.

A slight pain from his arousal straining against her side brought him back to reality. He pulled her upright, off his lap and onto her knees. Then, holding the handcuffs, he lifted her to her feet and summarily deposited her in a chair at the small dinette table.

Ellie looked a mess. Tears had run her mascara into to black streaks down her face. Her silk blouse was bunched up around the plaid ring of her mini-skirt at her waist. Below, hints of black lace poked out between her legs curled below her body.

Jerry took the remote, flipped on the TV then sat the remote on the table next to her. She watched him walk over to the closet before wiping her eyes simultaneously with base of each thumb. The handcuffs made it challenging to get her wrist wide enough, but she managed to clear the cloudiness which had remained from her crying.

Blinking a couple of times, she was shocked to find the room empty. Jerry had disappeared in the few seconds she had closed her eyes. She quickly looked around while straining to hear any noise, but she just found emptiness. Emptiness and the BBC newscaster droning on. Escape instantly crossed her mind. She slipped to her feet and started towards the door, grabbing her handbag on the way.

She got as far as the bathroom door when she realized where Jerry had gone. She froze in mid stride as he starred back at her with a toothbrush hanging from his mouth. Being at a lost for words was rare for her, but the blush sweeping over her face and neck spoke to her emotions.

“Ah, ah,” she stuttered, trying to think of a reason for her presence which wouldn’t end with her inverted again. “Ah, can I brush my teeth?”

He picked up one provided by the hotel in plastic wrapping and held it out to her. She took it with both hands and watched as he turned back to the sink and leaned forward, spitting out the toothpaste.

“Oh, and if you try to escape again, you’ll find yourself back over my lap,” Jerry mentioned as we walked past her, not even glancing in her direction.

Crying ain’t going to fix anythin

I paced the small dorm room as all the harsh realities pounded my mind. What should I do? Should I take care of it? Should I just drop out? Can I afford not to end it? What if it cute? What are my parents going to say? How could I be so stupid? I want my mommmy!

The mixture of emotions overwhelmed me. I collapsed onto the futon, curlly up into a ball as the tears started to come. My life was over. I was sure of it. There was nothing left to do. All my dreams had been dashed in one stupid move.

I was so absorbed in my own self wallow to notice my roommate enter. I had left the box sitting on the floor and she instantly knew why I was crying. “Girl, you need to relax! It ain’t the end of the world. Just go to the doctors, and they can take care of it.” My roommate said with an attitude which only comes from growing up in the hood. It was crass like a seargent major, and just as practical.

“What!?” I cried back.

“Crying ain’t going to fix anythin'” she replied.

“Sniff, yea…” I conceeded. Crying wasn’t going to fix anything but it sure distracted from the severity of the problem I faced.

“So get your arse up and go take care of it!” she said rather harshly. The tone sounded familar, though I could not place it. I could not recall my roommate ever using it before, but it sounded familar, and suited her general personality.

“I can’t!” I cried back. “I…sniff…I…sniff…told my mom already.”

“And you’re supposed to be the smart one,” she mumbled, turning towards her desk. “I take it she’s on her way?” I just nodded. “Well you should go get cleaned up. Maybe a shower will help you think straight.”

A shower did sound like a good idea. I had woke up late this morning and hadn’t gotten a chance to shower before Stacey stopped by to run to the store. Maybe a shower would help. It couldn’t hurt.

“Com’ on go,” she pushed my feet off the end of the futon. I slowly got up and grabbed my robe, shower caddy and keys then went off to the floor’s bathroom. It was late in the afternoon, and about a half an hour before dinner so the bathroom was empty. I was glad it was empty, since I didn’t really want to talk to anyone at the moment and My eyes had to be extra red and puffy from crying.

I choose a center shower stall and turned on the hot water. I slowly went through the motions of shedding my clothes and handing them on the hook in the changing space. The hot water felt good, even if it didn’t pull the stress away like I hoped. I leaned my right arm aganist the shower wall and buried my eyes in my elbow.

The hundreds of questions came flooding back. How could this happen to me? What was I going to do? Could I do it? Should I do it? The questions were never ending, like the water pelting my back.

Screeech! The shower curtain flung open, revealing my mom standing there in sweatshirt and blue jeans. As would be expected, by first reaction was short, but earsplitting scream, which I am sure did not help her attitude.

“Get out here now!” Mom growled, taking my wrist and pulling me from the shower stall before I could protest.

“MOM!” I cried out, as a mom performed a nice tango twirl with me then sat down on the little bench all in one fluid motion. It would have been impressive, had I been dressed, or someone else was her dance partner. Neither was true and I ended up staring at the tile floor, sprawled across her demin covered knees.

“What the hell were you thinking! You weren’t thinking, were you!” Mom started lecturing. I could think of only one thing, and immedately reached my hands for the floor. My awkward angle allowed my palms just to contact the tile. I pushed off with my fingers when a firm hand pushed my shoulders forward and down.

“Stay there if you know what’s good for you.” Mom commanded.

“Please! MOM!” I knew what was coming and I would have done anything to prevent it from happening right now. “Not here! Please, not here! My room, home, PLEASE!”

Mom simply answered with a resounding crack of my hairbrush. The intensity of the sting of that first spank shocked me. It was like she took a minute worth of spanks and delieved it in one super swat.

The initial shock wore off very quickly as the second swat landed on my other cheek. It’s sting somehow outdid the first swat’s. I immediately let out a cry and tried to reach back with my right hand. Mom answered my cry with another swat, and then another and another and another. Each swat caused a slight break in my continuous wail.

“HAAA!” SWAT! “AHHH!” SWAT! “AHHH!” SWAT! “AHHH!”

All the emotional pain I had experience earlier was nothing compared to the sting my mom imparted upon my bottom. It was absolute horrible and I tried everything possible to stop it. Kicking, squirming, wiggling, reaching back, nothing could stop that evil hairbrush as it did its job.

Every swat drew out a little more of the fight in me until there was nothing left. All I could do was lay there crying and react to the energy of each new blow. I don’t know how many more I got after the fight was gone, but I doubt it was very many because the next thing I realized was standing before her.

Every nerve in my bottom was telling me to try and rub away the sting while my brain commanded my hands not to go it. Rubbing my bottom without mom’s permission might mean another trip over her knee. I instead tried to keep my hands busy by wipping the tears from my eyes and the snot from my nose.

“Put that robe on and lets get you packed. We are going home,” Mom instructed as she stood up.

I put on my robe and then grabbed my clothes. I turned around and took half a step towards the center of the bathroom and froze. Almost every girl on my floor was standing there, looking at me. “Oh My God! They saw everything!” I thought and immediately ran to my room.

New Years Recollections and Resolutions, Part III

This is the conclusion to New Years Recollections and Resolutions, Part I and New Years Recollections and Resolutions, Part II.

I was too much of a crying mess to realize what happened next, but this is what I believe happened. After Bethany had calmed down, and was convinced by Jake of the joke it was, she trekked upstairs to find Adam and I, hoping to cool any argument we might be having. Hearing a commotion in the bathroom, she instinctively went to investigate, pushing open the cracked bathroom door to discover a startling scene.

Bethany froze while her brain tried to comprehend the sight we presented her. I was wiggling over Adam’s lap, bare from my belly button to my toes. My hair had fallen forward, creating a blonde curtain shrouding my face when it wasn’t joining my legs in dancing along to the beat of the brush.

“Ah, sorry,” Bethany shuddered backing away from the doorway. Up to this point, Adam nor I had even realized she was standing there. Adam must have paused his work to address her, because the fire in my bottom seemed to stabilize for a moment. Before , then I felt a hand on my shoulder

“No, it’s ok.” I tried to articulate through the tears. Bethany must not have heard me because she kept trying to help me up. “Bethany, please, go,” I said a little more clearly, waving my right hand towards her knees. Didn’t she understand what was going on? I saw her and Jake in the same position a few months ago. Oddly, the exact same position.

“No, I’ll help you.” Bethany took a hold of my hand waving about and tried pulling me up.

“You do not understand, she does not need any help.” Adam told her calmly.

“Shut up and let her up.” Bethany poked her finger into Adam’s chest before trying to help me off his lap again.

What was she doing? This was between Adam and I. “Bethany, It’s OK! Please go, NOW!” I all but yelled at her. This got her attention, causing her to turn and storm out of the bathroom. What had gotten into her?

Adam didn’t allow me to ponder this question for very long, and simply return to work on my bottom once she was gone. And he is excellent at his work, fore the first swat instantly refocused my attention exactly where he wanted it.

Adam returned me to the sobbing mess that I had been when Bethany interrupted before he stood me up. I doubt it took more than a handful of swats, even if it felt like a couple dozen. He said something to me, probably about apologizing or such,
but I had other concerns presently on my mind. When my hands first touched my bottom I swear my fingers could feel the heat radiating off the surface. I even tried to wave some cool air on it but settled on just trying to rub out the fire.

I rubbed and rubbed, my mind focused squarely on my derriere until Adam broke my concentration by wrapping his big muscular arms around me in a protective embrace. With a strong heat below, I could feel all the tension, guilt and other negative emotions melt away in his arms. I was in a blissful state of nirvana. We stood there, me rubbing away the sting while Adam hugged me for an eternity.

Adam let go, slipping his hands towards my shoulders and holding me far enough that he could look down into my eyes. “You should go talk to Bethany.”

“I know,” I sniffled through the tears which still filled my eyes.

“Why don’t you spend a few moments up here and then when you are ready come down and speak with her?” Adam half asked, half instructed me as he wiped a tear from my cheek.

“OK,” I mumbled. He scooped up my clothes and grabbed the tissue box from the vanity and directed me into the bedroom. He led me straight to the king size bed, sitting my clothes and handing me a tissue from the box. It felt good to blow the snot from my nose, even if I was still crying some.

Adam kissed me gently on the forehead then said, “I’ll see you downstairs. I love you.”

“OK,” I mumbled before watching my husband turn leave the master bedroom, closing the door behind him. I held out until I heard the click of the latch, then the flood of tears overwhelmed me. I collapsed face down onto the bed, one arm covering my face while the other rubbed my bottom. The comforter and my tears helped blur the world into a dark abyss.

—-

“Honey, honey, hey sleepy head. Happy New Year!” Adam smiled at me as I regained my senses. I blinked away the sleep from my eyes just in time to see him come in for kiss. His gentle lips sucked away my breath, sending a tingle throughout my body. What a wonderful way to wake up.

Adam left me to return to the pool table were the other guys were waiting on him to shoot. Looking around, the first thing I comprehended was the TV on across the basement from me showed the celebration going on in Times Square.

I glanced to my left to see the girls curled up on the love-seat watching the TV. The movement of my head must have caught Bethany’s eye since she looked straight back at me. Her lips started to fidget as she starred back. I could tell she was trying to avoid smirking at me, but her lips were not listening to well.

My eyes shot away, and I started to blush. “Damn it, she saw everything,” I thought. “How am I going to explain it? Well, would I even have too? She was spanked by Jake after all. Maybe she just understood?” My mind was being obscured by a hundred questions. I needed to think clearly so I sat up and gave my head s gentle shake.

Instantly the fog parted and one thought was left; something was wrong. I was sitting there on the couch and I didn’t feel quite right. It was like something was missing. I shifted slightly and then it hit me; my bottom wasn’t sore. It didn’t have any of the warm tingle feeling you get an hour or so afterwards, there was nothing. It felt like I hadn’t been spanked in days, let along an hour ago.

“Has Adam ever tell you that you talk in your sleep?” Bethany said, letting a broad grin span from ear to ear.

“No,” I mumbled and my cheeks started to catch fire.

“Well you do, a lot, and it was quite interesting.” Brittney added quietly before bursting out into a giggle.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be our little secret,” Bethany whispered.

The rest of the night all I could think about was “what had I said?” I way to embarrassed to ask, but I doubt it was good.

New Years Recollections and Resolutions, Part II

The story begins with New Years Recollections and Resolutions, Part I.

It took me a week to make it up to Adam. I knew I really loved him and couldn’t let me leave me. Or rather, I couldn’t let myself push him away. I used every trick in Cosmo, and by the end of the weekend things were finally good again.

That was years ago, and the whole night had been totally out of character for me. I am no longer that naive girl. I am a mature, professional woman now. And if I only have a single Margarita, I should be OK. I just have to be careful. Or at least not careless.

“So do you want original or I have mango?” Brittney asked, holding up a green and yellow bottle of premade margarita mix.

“Ah, lets try mango.” I replied, trying to sound confident, through I am sure my voice gave away my hesitation. I watched her mix the ingredients in the blender, telling myself I would be ok. I knew I was wrong when the yellow iciness touched my lips. It felt so cold yet warming. Invigorating really.

I slide the glass a reasonable distance in front of me as I tried to hold off taking a second sip. I could only have one and the night was still young. Brittney started going on about their Christmas festivities, which helped distract me from the golden ice. Focusing on her really helped me forget about the margarita, so much so, that I took a second, long sip without thinking about it.

Bethany and Jake arrived as we finished our first glass. Well, actually I finished my first glass. Brittney still had half of her glass left. I wish it was because she was talking most of the time, but truthfully I just downed mine. The second sip burned through every resolution I had made to control my intake of tequila. I enjoyed the sweet nectar dancing across my lips as the icy shards tickled my tongue. It was a winter wonderland for my mouth.

Bethany joined us in the kitchen as Jake went downstairs to join the guys. Glasses were refilled as Bethany asked Britney about some family gossip. I didn’t really care what they were talking about, so long as my glass wasn’t empty.

“You know what we need, MUSIC!” I proclaimed, downing the last gulp of my second margarita.

“Yea!” Bethany and Brittney echoed. Brittney dug out a portable iPod player from the kitchen desk nook as Bethany dug into her purse for her iPod.

“Lets use my iPod. You have horrible taste in music,” Bethany proclaimed sliding her iPod along the counter.

Brittney smirked back, “You just don’t know good music when you hear it.”

“That hillbilly twang stuff is good music?” Bethany shot back playfully.

“Oh just admit you like it. I know you root for team Blake.”

“So, he’s the only hot one on the show.”

I watched the playful banter between sisters evolve I became jealous this time at being left out. I felt this growing urge to add something, anything. I just didn’t know what to add. I was an only child and Adam only had two younger brothers so I felt out of place dealing with a sister. I don’t know why, but I suddenly just shouted, “I’m on team Blake too!”

The kitchen went absolutely silent. Britney and Bethany just stared at me, unsure what to make of my outburst. I could feel their eyes burning holes into my cheeks as I started blushing. Luckily, the tequila saved me, and I suddenly burst out into a giggle, which the sisters quickly joined me in.

With music in the background, the small talk started flowing quickly, with our mixed drinks keeping pace. Where were finishing up the first bottle of premade mix when the conversation started to to get adult orientated.

“That’s like those Cosmo articles on 27 tips for better sex.” Britney remarked.

“Hey! I those articles,” Bethany retorted.

“Just because you have no creativity doesn’t make them good,” Britney replied.

“Ah, everyone gots to have their porn,” I quipped with a tight lipped smile.

“They are not porn!” Bethany shot back, completely ignoring her sister’s slight.

“Sure…” I giggled.

“So what kind of porn do you like?” Brittney asked me, her voice laced with sarcastic mischief.

Had I actually thought before speaking, I would have known that this would be a follow up question. Every L-1 knows not to ask a question that you are not prepared to answer yourself. My professors were sure to drive that point home every chance they got. It went well with the point of do not ask a question for which you do not already know the answer.

“What, cat got your tongue?” Bethany mocked, tipping her glass at her older sister.

I responded with a low growl and a squinting nose. “No, I prefer the erotic type.”

“What a lame answer. I knew you were just a prude.” Bethany laughed.

“I am not!” I blurted out, even though it was a complete lie. I just happen to like things simpler. It is more romantic that way.

“BUULLLLSHITT! I bet you only like missionary and with the lights out!” Bethany laughed.

“I do not! I’ll have you know that Adam and I have sex with the lights on.” I replied as I stood and place my hands on my hips. I was trying to act determined, but the huge grin across my face would not go away. Britney burst out giggling first and Bethany and I were close behind.

We were still giggling when Rick had the nerve to interrupt our girl talk. “Ah, where is the extra dip?” Rick asked from the kitchen doorway. The three of us gals hushed up instantly, causing Rick to slowly look over us. I am sure we looked like we had just been caught in the act of some mischief.

“Oh, we’ll bring it down in a moment, honey,” Britney finally broke the silence.

Rick let out a long sigh before leaving with an, “OK.”

As soon as he turned his back well all covered our mouths, trying to suppress our giggles. He had almost caught us talking about porn, of all things.

We made another pitcher of Margaritas and took it, tortilla chips and the dip down to join the guys downstairs. I had not intended in staying down there for very long, I was just curious as to what they guys were doing. Somehow one thing led to another and Britney put on music over by the pool table.

With a drink in one hand and a good beat filling the room, there was only one thing to do. I tried pulling Adam up to dance with me, but he was more interested in the XBox. All the guys were more interested in the video game than us girls, so we just started dancing without them.

One the second song, Britney noticed Bethany was just standing there while we danced, so she reached out and grabbed her sister’s wrists. A slight pull and Bethany was next to us with Brittney hugging onto her. “Sis, Jake doesn’t seem to approve you standing off like that!” Britney said into her ear.

Bethany opened her mouth to respond, but paused for a moment. Britney took this as a non-response and swung her hand out, and slapped it firmly onto Bethany’s bottom.

“Owe” Bethany cried out, trying to wiggle away from her older sister.

“Oh com’on have some fun!”

“No, let go,” Bethany whined as she wiggled her shoulders about.

A stroke of genius came across me at that moment. Bethany had poked fun at me for being a prude, I now had an opportunity to show how much of a prude she really is. I took a half step sideways so that I was directly next to her. She was still worried about Britney’s bear hug and didn’t even realize when I took hold of her skirt’s zipper. One quick tug and the garment was a pile at her feet. “Who’s the prude now?” I giggled, taking a step back.

“AHH!” Bethany squealed.

Instantly everyone attention was focused on the skirt-less Bethany. Britney let go of her, allowing her to take a couple tangled steps backwards. She quickly covered her front while bending over a little bit. She made a few awkward steps sideways and backwards, trying to cover herself from the guys, though giving me a clear view of her booty. I don’t know what she was trying to hide, because the pink thong did not cover much, especially on the back.

Beyond Bethany, I could tell the guys all had different reactions to my little joke. Rick chuckled a little and tried to hide his amusement. Jake has started to blush a little, probably out of embarrassment at being turned out at his fiance’s embarrassment.

Adam expression through scared me. He clearly looked pissed and he did not make me wait long to find out how mad he was. Once Bethany was redressed, Adam got up and made a beeline for me. The next thing I know, we were halfway up the stairs to the second floor. He checked a couple of doors, finding one locked, a messy guest room in the second and settled for the master bedroom. He paused for a moment at the bed, then continued through the bedroom and into the attached bathroom. He unceremoniously sat on the edge of the bathtub, positioning me in front of his knees.

“I’m sorry,” I whimpered, looking down at my sock covered toes. It felt like I needed to say something.00

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to, it’s Bethany,” Adam growled.

“I know,” I mumbled.

“You know? You know? Why did you do such a childish thing!”

“I don’t know. I..I…I…sigh. She called me a prude and I, hmm, wanted, hmm, to show her I wasn’t.”

“What! You pulled down her skirt because she called you a prude!”

“Hmmm, I guess,” I mumbled.

“Well, I guess you just earned yourself a spanking!” I knew it was coming ever since I saw his expression, but I wasn’t quite prepared when he flipped me over his lap so that all I could see was the white tile floor.

“Ah! Adam! No!”

SMACK! The intensity at which that first swat burned into by bottom surprised me. Adam had picked up the bathbrush laying next to the tub and started immediately with it. My short experience with Adam’s spankings had not prepared me for the shock that wooden brush of hell delivered. I can still remember those first few swats as if it happened a moment ago. The crisp sting of the initial contact followed by a deep, expansive burn, reaching all the way through my hips. It was a new kind of awful I never want to feel again, but then another swat would arrive.

The true story of Goldie Locques

Southey flipped the latch and cast the lid of the old wooden chest open. The contents had been the most treasured possessions his late grandmother. Now it was all that he had left.

A shallow shelf greeted him, contain a dress that hadn’t been worth in a decade, the folder of legal documents relating to his portion of her estate and a well worm bible. Nothing of any actual value, he thought to himself as he wiggled the shelf free.

Setting aside the top shelf, he dug deeper, in hopes of finding some long lost treasure. Below he found half a dozen books, a music box and jewelry box. The jewelry box contained nothing more than a few old brass rings and a chain with silver cross. The cross might be worth something he thought to himself. carefully placing it in his vest pocket.

Setting the jewelry box on the floor, he next went for the music box. It was Swiss made, and even though he estimated it to be twice his age, with a turn of the handle it sprang to life. A gentle melody filled his small office with it’s mechanical tones.

Southey looked back into the box, hoping to find something of real value in the books. The first book was the ledger from his grandfather’s business while the second was a hymnal. The third book held some promise though. It had been a journal with wrote in a woman’s hand. Maybe it contained some secret family wealth, he thought wishfully.

“Dear Family,

I need to confess that I have lived a lie for many years. One day when, I’ve been laid to rest, I want you to know the truth, and not the story I have told you all many times.”

The rest of the page contained line upon line faded into obscurity by age, and a light dose of water. He flipped through a the pages until he found one not damaged by the water and continued reading.

—-

The snow started with the first rays of morning. Having traveled all night, the potential of an incoming storm scared me. A gusting wind from the north joined the snow, removing potential from the situation. The road I traversed offered little protection to the biting shards of iciness already piercing through my shawl. I knew I had to find shelter or I’d surely die in the coming storm.

I made the top of the hill to spot a river cutting across the valley with small farm house situated on it’s near banks. Shelter at last, I thought and used everything I had to reach the house before it disappeared into the white abyss.

I reached the barn first, where a heifers and chickens could be heard inside. I hadn’t seen anyone at the house during my trek from the road, but livestock meant the farm wasn’t abandoned. I continued on, trekking through the slowly building snow drifts.

I tried the handle but the door wouldn’t budge. Knocking and yelling brought no one either. The few low windows had their curtains pulled tightly shut, preventing me from seeing anything. A small window to the left of the door, and about an arm’s length above my head lacked the concealment of its colleagues.

Below the window, a rocking chair made a makeshift step-stool. The seat creaked under my weight as I peered into the house. I could see a gentle fire going in the fireplace with a large pot suspended in the center. Inside looked warm and cozy. I tried knocking on the window pane, but still there was no sign of life inside. I tried again, this time with more force. The second set shifted the window frame as it rotated slightly around a central axis. Wedging my numb fingers under the bottom of the frame, I pulled outwards, swinging the whole frame upwards. My face was greeted with a blast of warm air. I needed to get inside.

I took one last long glance around the field and when only snow was visible I decided I would have to crawl through the window. Not a very dignified prospect for a lady, but harsh times necessitated it.

At first I tried pulling myself through the window, but it was too high and I was too week to perform the aerobatic feet. I started climbing higher on the chair, placing a foot one armrest then another foot on the backrest. Both actions were rewarded with me getting more of my body into the window, but I couldn’t quite get through the threshold. I lowered my stance slightly then jumped as high as possible. Luckily I got my chest and stomach through the window, because the cracking that came from below implied I wouldn’t get another chance. A little wiggling and I tumbled forward into the warm confines of the house’s kitchen.

I laid on the kitchen floor for a few moments, wondering, hoping, someone would come find me. The floor felt considerably more comfortable that the barn I had slept in a day and a half ago. I seriously considered just falling a sleep, but a rumble in my gut said differently.

A large black pot suspended over fire was my first stop. Inside a slowly bubbling porridge looked so tasty. Two weeks ago I wouldn’t have even considered eating peasant food, but now, it looked spectacular. I scooped out a couple large portions into a clean looking bowl and grabbed a small wooden spoon.

“Eww!” I spit out the first bit of the semi-cooked porridge. It was a horrible mixture of hard oats and milk. I sat the bowl on the edge of the large pot so I could poke around in the pot and find any softer oats. No sooner had I picked up the ladle than the bowl toppled off the pot and into the fire. I cursed by bad luck. I could have put the porridge back into the pot and let it cook, because nothing in the pot was currently ready. Returning the lid, I went to scavenge for more food, or at least a better place to rest.

I found a small loaf of bread but nothing else was edible without some serious cooking. Ripping apart the bread into bite size chunks, I explored the rest of the house. The main floor consisted of a small salon type room and the kitchen. Upstairs was dividing into two bedrooms, a larger one with a broad bed and a smaller room with a smaller bed. A wardrobe stood in the corner of the smaller room, so I opened it out of curiosity. Inside were trousers and shirts of a small man and a stack of blankets. I pulled out the blankets and tossed them immediately on the bed. I needed the rest and the bed looked like a great place. Shedding my dress, I crawled beneath the blankets and settled in for a short sleep.

—–

“HEY! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” a voice pierced through my dreams and pulled me back to reality. The young man stood over me for a moment before pulling back the layers of blankets to reveal my shift.

“How dare you!” I cried out, pulling a blanket to cover myself as I scampered into a standing position.

“You come into our house and make a mess of my room and you ask how dare I? How dare you!” He may have looked like a boy, but is voice echoed the depth only present in men.

I was taken back by the indignation of the accusation. No boy has ever spoke to me like that and got away with it. My anger overtook me and I slapped him. The look on his face told a progression of emotions from shock to puzzlement to anger.

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!” he bellowed at me, pointing towards the doorway.

“You can’t throw me out in that!” I pointed towards the lone window in the room, complete with snow piled high upon the window sill. “I’ll surely die!”

His head followed the direction of my fingers towards the window, then back at me, ending him shaking his head. “You are right. You can stay until my father returns and he’ll deal with you!”

“Fine!” I said, plopping down on the bed.

“In the meantime, clean this mess up,” the boy said as he turned to leave me alone. He had reached the doorway when he added under his breath, “And maybe he won’t take the strap to you.”

It took me a moment to comprehend what he had mumbled, and even then I did not want to understand it. “WHAT!” I yelled after him. I shuffled over towards the door to find him at the top of the stairs, “What do you mean strap to me?” I knew what it meant to my father, but this was the country, maybe it was something else. Hopefully it was something else.

He paused at the top of the stairs, pivoting on his heel to face me. “You come in uninvited, make a mess then have an uppity attitude about it. He would have taken the strap to my backside had I did that at your age.”

“My age?” I’m not sure why the slight of my age was what I took away from his statement, when the strap was much more important. “I’m your senior!”

He laughed at that statement. “You are, what, ten, twelve?”

I don’t know why, but I slapped him again for that comment. “I turned eighteen this summer. I was to be married before I left. So can’t talk to me, you child.”

I was just starting to berate him when he interrupted me, “With an attitude like that, no wonder you chased him away.”

I was taken back. I brought my hand up to slap him again but he was prepared, catching my wrist well clear of his cheek. “That is enough!”

The next thing I knew, he spun me around and delivered a half dozen firm swats to by bottom. “Ahhh, stop!” I screeched. His spanks were half-hearted, but the suddenness surprised me.

“You ain’t going to take that strap well if that’s your reaction to my hand.” He let of my wrist, allowing me turn back towards him.

He brought up that strap again. My cousins from Scotland had mentioned a strap during their last visit and warned me to watch out if my husband ever bought one. They feared it more than their mother’s hairbrush. It was not something I wanted to experience, especially from some strange man. Maybe I could trick this boy into not escalating the situation.

“Wait, I’m sorry, Please we do not need this disagreement to go any farther.”

“Disagreement?” he laughed. “After your attitude, you deserve to be firmly punished, and father will see to that.”

I bit my lower lip. It was clear, that he wanted me punished. He started to leave again, when I stopped him. “Wait, you are right. I should be punished, but it should be you. I offended you, so you should punish me.” I paused a moment to see if he’d bite but there was no reaction so I added, “I’ll bend over and you can spank my bottom with your hand and this doesn’t need to go any farther.”

He paused to contemplate my offer. I batted my eye lashes and tried to use all my feminine charms to persuade him this was the better route. The shift from hardened glare to reluctant smile was all the indication I needed. “Please?”

“Fine, but you’ll go over my lap,” he said.

Yes, I thought. A light spanking over my shift would be nothing. I would play up my distress of it with some thrashing and this backwoods boy would be none the wiser. “If I must,” I answered adding a slight pout.

He directed us back to his room and immediately took station on the end of his bed. I was guided over his lap and I settled into as comfortable of a position I could get. The shift had ridden up on the back to expose the back of my knees which caused some embarrassment, as well as a chill to run up my underclothes and dance across my lower thighs.

I laid there for quite some time without anything happening. I didn’t know if he was waiting for my acknowledgement or reassurance, but nothing happened. I guessed his emotions from a moment had already faded and he was wondering whether this was a good idea anymore. No matter, we waited in this odd position in simple, nerve-racking silence. I wanted him to get on with it, and I was about to express such when I heard a slight mumble coming from behind me.

Thap! I could have laughed at the meek attempt to spank me, but I knew better and foreigned a gentle cry of distress. This was going to be easier than I thought. His previous slaps to my backside were harder than this attempt.

He repeated the gentle tap with the other-side of my bottom and I complemented his meek efforts with another slight of distress. It took a few more taps before he started becoming more comfortable, thought barely any more forceful, with his spanks. The speed picked up, which I let him know was having a greater effect on me, even if his spanks felt more like a one-handed applause than anything my governess had dished out.

We continued our little dance for quite sometime, until my bottom felt like I had warmed it in front of nice fire and his arm was sore. I hadn’t really expected it to be this easy and actually became worried that I wouldn’t be able to fake some tears for him.

“OK, I think you’ve been punished enough.” he said, easing me up. Luckily his shyness saved me and he immediately turned me towards his back wall and got up and walked straight to the doorway. With his back to me he said, “Please get dressed and clean up my room. My parents should be back soon.”

By the time I could pick up the blanket and turn around he was gone. I smiled to myself at my good luck. I just wondered if his parents would be this easy to manipulate. Probably.

To be continued…

Three Ghosts of Halloween, Part IV

This is the fourth, and final part, of the Three Ghosts of Halloween story. It begins with Part I and continues with Part II and Part III.

It took me forever to find Brittany. The people in the living room said she was in the kitchen while the people in kitchen said she was in the living. Finally someone mentioned she had went down to the basement to get some more wine. It taken 15 minutes of searching before I finally found her a storage room in the basement.

“Hey, Bethany’s being attacked by Jake!” I exclaimed.

“What?” Brittany was clearly shocked by my statement. “Attacked?” She probably had more to drink than me, so logic wasn’t her strong suit at the moment.

“Come on, I’ll show you!” I took her hand, and led her upstairs to the master bathroom. During the winding trip upstairs, I started questioning why I had searched for Brittany over Rick or Adam. Either man would have been able to put an instant stop to Jake’s actions. They had meet when playing football in college as walk-on linebackers and neither had lost much of their physics since college.

When we got to the master bedroom, I went straight for the bathroom door, while Brittany held back slightly. Throwing open the door exposed the completely empty bathroom. By this point I figured Jake would have fled, but Bethany also?

“She was right here!” I swear. “And Jake was beating her like some child.”

“Ah, are you sure?” She questioned. The bathroom was obviously empty.

“He was, I swear! She was over his lap with her panties pulled down and was slapping her bottom!”

Brittany blinked slowly as if what I said had relaxed her in some way. “Why don’t you sit down so we can talk.”

“We need to find her, make sure she’s safe!” Why didn’t she want to search for her sister?

“Please, sit. I know what is going on.” Brittany took a seat on the end of her bed and gently patted the spot next to her.

Something wasn’t right. Why was she so calm? Didn’t she worry for Bethany’s safety?

“Please,” she repeated.

I reluctantly obeyed, perching tentatively on the edge of the bed.

“Have you and Adam ever had a disagreement that simmered for days? The conflict slowly eating away at you until you finally burst into a full blown fight?”

“No…” I lied. What do Adam and my martial issues have to do with Bethany? I currently was a little annoyed with Adam for forgetting to get tickets to last weekend’s symphony concert, but that didn’t matter right now.

“Are you sure?” She asked again. “Because my students can lie better than you.”

“Maybe,” I relented, waving my hand off dismissively.

“Doesn’t the emotional strain draw every bit of energy from you?”

“Yea, but arguing is kind of fun, and the makeup sex is so worth it. So what?”

“The sex is so good because you no longer have this great burden weighting you down, preventing you from feeling life.” She licked her lips as I could tell she was contemplating her next words carefully. “Some people…. Some of us have been wise enough to embrace clear, crisp solutions to martial conflicts. Going over our man’s lap and being spanked happens to be a more prevalent and successful solution.”

I think my jaw hit the ground at that moment. “You’re kidding me,” I shook my head dismissively. Spanking conflicted with everything I had been taught growing up. Men are supposed to respect women, not beat them.

“I’m not kidding. It may seem like a juvenile punishment, but between a husband and wife it is much more complex. More intimate.” Brittany explained.

“Bethany gets off on it? Like a fetish?” I asked. Fetishes were something I never really understood. I didn’t really like anything strange in the bedroom department. Just straight making out and intercourse.

“I sincerely doubt she receives any sexual pleasure during a punishment spanking. It is also not a fetish in the way feet or latex. Like I said it is more complex. You are offering yourself up to be disciplined. After which all your sins are washed away and you feel pure, innocent again.”

I cocked my head to the side trying to comprehend what she was saying.

“Remember before Adam, when you broke up with your last boyfriend who broke up with you?”

“Nope, I always dumped them.” She raised her eyebrow questioning my truthfulness again. “Ok, fine. I remember.”

“Right afterwards you were a mix of emotions; anger, sadness, confusion, etc? Then the first thing you did when you got home was cry your eyes out over a pint, or two, of Hagen Dais?”

“Yea. Rocky road was break-up go to.”

“Cookies and Cream here. Once the tears were all gone, that fog of emotions had parted and you could barely remember why you even liked the guy?”

“Yea.” Where was she going with this?

“Getting spanked is a conduit for that emotional release. You are forced to cry all those pent-up emotions out through your tears until the real you is left. The you that loves your husband with every ounce of your being.”

“Hmm. but it”

“You are offering yourself to be disciplined. Abuse is non-consensual. There is nothing abusive when you are consenting to it.”

“But…but…” I was reaching for some objectionable point, but she had already dismissed all of them.

“But you really won’t understand until you try it.”

I still wasn’t buying what ever she was selling.

“Oh, and the sex in the afterglow of a spanking is like ten times better than makeup sex.”

Now it was my turn to question her truthfulness.

“The spanking focuses your brain, and blood, on your hips area, making all your girly parts become ultra sensitive so the briefest contact.”

She paused for a long moment, offering me a chance to object, but I couldn’t think of any legitimate reason.

“I’ll think about it.” I conceded. The concept was intriguing, but still didn’t feel right. How could a modern woman like myself ALLOW a man to spank me.

“Good. And don’t worry about Bethany. I’m sure she’s fine.” Brittany stood up and started for the bedroom door. “Come on, it’s a party. Lets have some fun.”

I wasn’t in the party mood, but followed her downstairs nonetheless. I figured I should find Adam. I got to the top of the stairs when I realized I had never completed my original mission. I did a little pivot at the top of the stairs and returned to the master bathroom.

Sitting on the toilet, all I could think of was Bethany laying over Jake’s knee and that bathbrush crashing into her bottom. Her bare bottom had been a mere four feet in front of my current position. The brush, still sitting on edge of the tub, sweeping down in a mighty arc. Her yelp of pain. Her plea of acceptance. I could swear I her say “Gloria, it is OK.”

A cold breeze traveled down my spine, wrapping around to tickle my most intimate parts. The responding shiver shook my entire body off the toilet.

My heart raced. Adrenaline surged through my veins. Everywhere I looked, the bathroom was empty. But someone had just spoke to me and something had just touched me.

Shucking up my panties, I waddled as fast as possible out of the bathroom, even skipping my normal hygiene routine. I was not sure what was going on, but I did not want to be in that bathroom any more.

A sound from the bathroom caused me to glance back as I flung open the bedroom door. The sound echoed again, this time more clearly audible.
It was the sound of wood rapping on soft, smooth flesh. The sound I heard earlier and it was following me,

I rushed through the doorway, still looking over my shoulder, straight into a younger girl.

“Careful!” the girl chided.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, holding my hands up slightly, as if I was warding off an attack from her. The petite girl was dressed up like a NFL football player, complete with the black eye hashes. Underneath the costume, she looked eerily familiar. “Wait, aren’t you girl that was on tv today? The one involved in that homecoming party?”

“Yea, my FATHER was sharing all the gory details on tv.” she said, rolling her eyes in annoyance.

“Sorry.”

“It is ok, but you should be more careful in the future, otherwise you might end up the same situation as my friends and I.”

“Hu?” I asked.

“Learning a lesson the hard way. We can all learn lessons, even as we get older. Sometimes they hurt a bunch right now and are over with, while others drag on for days or more. Honestly, I prefer the quick sharp ones.” She shrugged her shoulders, then turned to go in the direction of the upstairs bathroom.

I took one step down the stairs when I realized the news report involved a town 15 miles away. Why would that girl be here, especially if she was in that much trouble?

Pausing, I leaned back around the corner looking down the hallway towards the guest bathroom. A man was leaving the bathroom while an older women entered. The girl was gone. It was as if she had vanished. Now were my eyes playing tricks on me too? Or was it something else?

She couldn’t have just vanished. It had to be a trick. Then everything clicked. The girl the news cast, the bathroom episode, Brittany’s lame excuse about Bethany consenting to being spanked. They were all in on it and trying to prank me. Well I would show them!

I continued downstairs, back into the core of the party. Everyone else were drinking, dancing and having a generally good time. Music filled the voids between the costume bodies.

Dancing though was the farthest thing from my mind at the moment. I was determined to figure out what was going on before they completed the prank. Then I could through a monkey wrench and screw everything up. Adam just better not be involved. He knows how much I hate pranks.

None of the obvious culprits seemed to be on the main floor, so they had to be hiding in the basement.

I contemplated playing dumb as I walked down the steep steps into he basement recreation room. I’d play dumb and see what information they leaked. “Yea,” I mumbled to myself, pausing to let a young woman dressed as Little Bo Peep pass. In my contemplations I only had a brief glance at the woman’s face, but a glance was my mind needed to careen down a new path. She was familiar, but I couldn’t place her name. It took a second and I realized she was the young woman from the Halloween store. If she was here, she was probably part of the prank also.

“Hey,” I called out turning to catch her. She stopped just short of the door, a good six feet higher than my current step. My eyes naturally raised up her legs, towards her head, but stopped dead at her bottom.

The costume was a standard over-sexualized version of the storybook character, complete with a low cut blouse on the top and extra short skirt on the bottom. The flare of her petticoats, and my low vantage point, provided me a sight straight up the back of her dress, to the underlying white nylon panties. Her panties do not hold my attention like the two crimson globes sticking out of the undergarment.

Ms. Bo Peep turned around and blushed, instantly recognizing me. “Oh, hi.”

Now that I had stopped her I had no idea where to take the conversation. I wanted information about what ever prank they were pulling, but I couldn’t just come out and ask about it, so I went for the next best thing. “You were in the Halloween store this morning,” I accused while climbing a up towards her.

“Yea,” she mumbled, twisting her patent leather clad right foot in the carpeting. “You saw, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did. Who was that woman with you? Your mother?”

“Yea..” she mumbled, still avoiding eye contact.

“I just can’t believe she would spank you at your age, or that you would allow it!”

“Well, I did deserve it,” she admitted, looking up, towards my face.

“What? Your a grown woman. You don’t deserve to be spanked like a kid.”

“Sometimes I do. I don’t like it but its ok.”

“It’s OK? Your as bad as the rest of them. Retrying to convince me spanking an adult is fine.”

“Who are you talking about?” she asked with biggest fake puzzled look I had ever seen.

“You know, Brittany, Bethany, Jake, all of them. Brittany told me everything earlier. She said..”

“Bethany is spanked too!” She cut me off, covering her mouth in shock. This time it looked considerably more real than the last expression. “Wow, I didn’t know,” she said behind her hand.

“You didn’t know?”

“No….” she said.

“Then you aren’t in on the prank?”

“What prank?”

“Oh…” Now I was thoroughly confused. If she wasn’t in on the prank, why would she show me her spanked bottom, twice? “Then why were you half-naked in the dressing room?”

“Ah…because mom had just spanked me for wanting that silly leopard costume. I had been a brat towards her all morning and the fit I threw about the costume was the last straw. Sometimes it’s the only way I listen to reason. It really wasn’t that bad, more embarrassing because you heard me get it than painful.”

“But your bottom, it’s still an angry red.”

“Oh, yea…” She started blushing deeply again. “That was for this month’s credit card bill.”

I stared at her, waiting for more details.

“I’m still in college, Bethany and I are actually in the same Master’s program, so I live with my parents and they help financially while I finish my schooling. When Dad found out I maxed out my credit card eating out, he hit the roof. And his belt on my bottom.”

This time I covered my mouth in shock. “Ouch!” I mumbled.

“Yea, ouch big time. But it’s better than destroying the good relationship I have with my parents.”

“I guess. But then why are you here?” The obvious question to anyone recently punished.

“Bethany had asked me to help her with the catering, so it was fine with my parents. Normally I’d be grounded for rest of the day, but work takes precedent to punishments.” she smiled halfheartedly.

“Catering! That’s why the other girl was here!” I said realizing why the girl from TV would be at the party also. She must work for Bethany’s little catering business. “Well thank you for the information, and sorry about being spanked. I promise I won’t tell anyone, but I need to go find my husband.”

“Thanks,” she said, eager to leave our conversation.

Everything was starting to make sense. Brittany was using Bethany’s employees to trick me into getting spanked. I bet the next phase of their plan was to occur in the basement. Probably some trap to get me ‘into trouble’ and provide a reason. Well I’ll show them. They can’t spring their trap if I’m not here. I’ll grab Adam and we’ll head home. I’ll probably have to promise sex though. Ah, so what, it was worth avoiding the humiliation.

Just like Bo-Peep had said, half a dozen guys were standing around the pool table, drinking beers. Adam saw me as soon as I entered the room and with a wag of the finger, he came straight over to me.

“Honey, come on, I want to go home!” I made my best big puppy-dog eyes at him. They normally worked when I wanted something.

“Hu? why, it’s early.” Adam turned to look at the guys, who were making some kind of ruckus.

“Please?”

“Ah, honey,” He tossed back the last of his beer. “In a little bit.”

“But I want to go NOW!,” I whined.

“Well, once I finish this game. Rick and I are tied two-games a piece with Jake and Greg. We only got one more ball to win.”

“Jake?”

“Yea, Bethany’s fiance. The guy there in the batman costume. The four of us have been down here playing since we arrived.”

“The whole time?” I asked. Had they really lured Adam into their plot?

“Yea, why?” Adam asked, clearly confused. He was horrible at lying to me, and tonight, being well plied with alcohol was no exception.

“Hey, Adam, it’s your shot!” Rick called out before I could come up with some answer.

“Don’t worry, it’ll just take me a minute to win and then we can go.” Adam kissed me on the forehead and returned to the pool table.

Was this the trap? What was going to happen? I fidgeted the whole minute and a half it took Adam to sink the winning shot. They were here somewhere and I wanted to escape before whatever happened.

We just about made it out the door when we ran into Brittany and Bethany coming down from upstairs.

“You guys leaving?” Brittany asked.

“Yea, we are heading out.” Adam said, as nonchalantly as he could.

“Well I hope you liked the party.”

“It was a great party.” Adam complemented. “You out do yourselves every year.”

“Yea, great party,” I told Brittany, then added for Bethany, “You did a great job catering. Your employees were also really nice.” I leaned close to whisper, “And I won’t say anything about what I saw earlier.”

“Say anything? Employees? What are you talking about?” Bethany responded.

“You know, the football player and Bo-Peep?”

“Who? All my staff are at different parties. I’m here by myself tonight.”

“Oh, I must’ve been mistaken.”

We said our goodbyes and were off into the cool night air. The way Adam walked, something seemed to be bothering him.

“Why was it so important we leave early?” Adam asked

“Oh nothing,” I mumbled. “I just wanted to go.”

“It was quite rude though,” Adam let his annoyance with me come through in his tone.

“Sorry,” I apologized. He was right. He was always right when it came to us. It was one of those things I loved to hate about him. He always thought first, and acted second. Every argument we ever had as a couple was my stubbornness versus his, his, his correctness?

Nothing else was said until we safely home and in our bedroom. The whole walk my emotions were eating me up inside. How I had been a complete bitch to him ever since he mentioned the Halloween party 2 weeks ago. The complaining about the costume, and then getting us to leave early. His favorite holiday, and I had completely ruined it.

I’m such a bad wife.

Five words that went around and around in my head as I climbed the steps to our bedroom. Each word stabbing itself into my heart, the exorcise the pound of flesh it was rightfully owed. Twenty three steps and five words were all it took to make me feel worst than I had ever felt in my life.

I had to get rid of the pain, and now. But how?

One answer instantly filled my mind, barring everything else. It was extreme, but it would work. Wouldn’t it?

“Can we talk?” I ask Adam hesitantly once we were in the bedroom.

“What’s wrong now?” Adam sighed as he tossed his cape, wig and beard onto my makeup stand chair. He had already ditched the hat to the same chair, leaving him just dressed in the long white robe.

“Sit down please,” I asked, gesturing towards the bed. I bit my lower lip as he followed my instructions, sitting on the edge of the bed directly in front of me. Should I really do this? Could I do it?

“Yes?” he asked. I felt so small and he looked so large and regal in that flowing white robe. Wise and all knowing, like a King or a Bishop. Oddly, that put me slightly at ease.

I blinked once and just let my emotions flow. “I had a long talk with Brittany and Bethany tonight and I want to apologize for my bitchiness over the last week.” I looked at his lap the whole time. Maybe Bethany didn’t get spanked tonight, but the discussion with Brittany surely happened.

“Week?” Adam asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Fine, the past month,” I mumbled. “They. hmmmmm, they enlightened me to a better way for us to deal with our disagreements, and hmmm, and I think we should start using their model.”

“Ah OK.”

I couldn’t think of anyway to say what I wanted to say. It was like my entire vocabulary had been reduced to that of a kindergartener. “I need spanking” was all I could think of but it sounded so wrong, and childish.

“Honey?” Adam asked.

“I, hmmm, I, hmmmm.” Still unable to articulate my thoughts, I simply went for the action route. Actions are supposed to speak volumes.

I took a half a step to my left, then turned and laid myself over Adam’s outstretched knees. At that moment I realized how awkward and uncomfortable it is to lay over someone’s lap. I kept teetering between having my hands, or my feet flat on the floor, never both.

“Ah,” I could hear him stuttered. What was he waiting for? Isn’t he just supposed to start swatting my bottom?

“Aren’t you going to spank me?” I asked quietly. Hadn’t Rick ever told him about he and Brittany?

“What?” Adam asked.

“You can spank me,” I said again, this time a bit louder.

“What do you mean, spank you?”

“Like Rick does to Brittany or Jake to Bethany.” Doesn’t he know how embarrassing this is for me.

“What are you talking about?”

Did he really not know? How could he not know? Rick and him are best friend. “Rick spanks Brittany when she is naughty, like I have been towards you.” I could hear him gasp at that revelation. He really didn’t know about their arrangement.

I started to push myself up, off his lap when a hand gently pushed my shoulders back down.

“Hold on there a moment. Help me understand this, Brittany is spanked when she is naughty and now you are jealous?”

“No, I’m not jealous. I…I just want us to be happier, like them.”

“And you think spanking is the key to happiness?”

“No,” I immediately responded, though it felt awful wrong to lie at this moment. “Well….partially. Maybe it is what we are missing.”

“OK, then we will put this to rest right now.” I wish I would have caught the annoyance in his voice, but my stubbornness had become focused on achieving the goal of a spanking. I know, a crazy goal, but can be stubborn to a fault.

The first swat didn’t seem too bad. A light tingling sensation, really. The next few slowly increased to a slight sting, but were far from unbearable.

Maybe it was my lack of response, or Adam was starting to get into it, but the spanks became harder and harder until a strong one surprised a yelp out of me.

Adam paused for a moment, most likely to see if I would complain. I wanted to say it was too hard, but for some reason the harder spank had felt better than the tentative ones. More emotionally freeing than those gentle pats.

The spanks began to rain down again, this time with my unspoken consent, Adam was putting some force behind his hand. Force that I am sure he knew I was feeling. Each spank imparted a crisp sting to my skin, cause me to yelp with most every one.

Soon, I could feel the fire he was building on my bottom. Individual stingy spanks had blended together into a constant fire, much like how my yelps blended into a low continuous sob.

All the emotions I felt over the past day, week, month came flooding back. The snarky comments. The thoughtless actions. The blatant bitchiness. Everything was there, and everything was getting burnt away by the fire Adam was creating. I could have swore my cries of distress where just fueling Adam’s arm, fore every swat seemed stronger, and harder, yet more freeing than the previous.

I plead for forgiveness and the swats kept coming. I promised to be good, and the fire kept building. I begged him to stop, and the flow of tears increased.

At some point all the negative emotions that had been building inside me had flowed out through my tears along with all the energy I had to resist that spanking. And then it was over.

Adam eased me up and wrapped me in his arms while I buried my face into his chest. He felt so warm, not like the hot sun that my bottom currently feels, but like a cozy cabin on a cold winter day. Everything beyond his embrace is just an icy abyss. Within, was his caring, his thoughtfulness, his compassion, all that makes up his love for me. It was so warm and peaceful. Everything was alright.

I do not remember falling asleep, just waking up the next day, still holding my man, though carefully tucked below our covers. The room felt oddly cool at moment, but Adam was nice and warm. I never wanted to let him go. He was mine, and I would be his, forever and ever.

It was nearly noon before we made it out of the bedroom. It felt a little late for breakfast, but we were both hungry. I went for a yogurt cup while Adam went straight for the remaining pumpkin pie. Normally I would chide him for such an unhealthy choice, but this morning it seemed petty of me.

The expression Adam made after his first bite was priceless. It was some crazy mixture of him eating a lemon and bitters. I couldn’t help but laugh at the clearly unpleasant taste.

“Ewe. What did you put in this?”

“Just the normal stuff, pumpkin, spice, cinnamon, condensed milk, nutmeg, eggs.”

“Did you forget the sugar?”

“Hhmmm…” Shit I forgot the sugar. Flipping the yogurt covered spoon over in my mouth, I slowly licked it cleaned while I thought of a response. My normally sharp wit fled my mind like it was on fire. “Nooo, but….”

“But you weren’t thinking or you intentionally sabotaged the pies?” Adam paused for a moment. “Either way, we should deal with this naughtiness right away. The wooden spoon seems appropriate.”

Wooden Spoon!? Where did he get that idea from? I never said anything about a wooden spoon.

Three Ghosts of Halloween, Part III

The story begins with Part I and continues with Part II.

Adam got home right as I was just getting out of the shower. The scamp had the audacity to steal a grope of my bottom while I blow dried my hair. I was having none of it and slapped away his wandering hand.

“The pies smell soo good.” He whispered in my hear from behind my shoulder.

“That’s why I made two, one for the party and one for you.” I smiled at him. “Now if you want me to go to this dumb party, let me get ready!”

“Fine,” He cooed before leaving me in peace. “But why don’t you wear these tonight?” Adam help up a black stitch of cloth behind me in the bedroom.

I glanced in the mirror to see him hold what could only have been my black thong. “Maybe,” I lead him on with. I hated those panties, if you really could call them panties. It had be to be a man who came up with the idea of thongs. They are so incredibly uncomfortable. I’d almost rather go without than wear a thong. Almost. The only reason I had any thongs were Adam buying them for me.

The dress showed a little bit to much thigh for my liking, though Adam liked it enough for the both of us. Even the black full bikini panty, instead of the thong, didn’t damper his giddiness. Men!

Adam ended up taking a half an hour more than me to get ready. He had gotten some wizard costume called Gandolf, or something. It was supposed to be somebody famous, but I’m not sure where it was from. He just looked like an old man with a great white beard, white hat and long white robe. Seemed simple enough to me, so I don’t know why it took him so long to get ready.

We decided to walk the block and half over to the Halloween party because Adam didn’t think there would be parking in near Brittany and Rick’s place. It turned out he was right, cars had filled up most of the streets in our subdivision. By the time we got to their place I was chilled, and annoyed that Adam made me carry the pumpkin pie. He made some cheesy excuse about not being able to carry that stick thingy and the pie. I thought he should just leave it at home, but he disagreed. He at least rang the doorbell when we got there.

Ding, Dong, HA HA HA HA! rang the door bell. A moment later the door open, revealing our the hostess dressed as a cheerleader.

“Welcome!” Brittany exclaimed in her usual cheerful voice before shifting to something between sinister and comical. “To our house of doom.”

“Ooh, spooky,” Adam said, holding up his arms as if in fear. His over excitement of the scary factor earned a solid eye-roll from me.

“Hush you,” Brittany swatted playfully at Adam’s arm. “Let me take that from,” she said taking the pie from me, while Adam, the gentleman I trained him to be, relieved me of my overcoat. “We got all the food, and drink setup in the dinning room,” she said, turning towards the back of the house.

My ears perked up when she said drinks. I may have been a little hungry, but something strong was of a bigger concern at the moment. I left Adam to deal with the jackets, following Brittany to the dinning room. The selection of snacks, desserts and alcohol was quite impressive. All the major liquors were available, though I don’t know how to make anything good, so I settled for glass of Chardonnay.

Adam popped in for a moment to grab a beer and some chips then was quickly sucked away into some sports orientated conversation by Rick and a couple other guys. With the ring of the doorbell, I was left to entertain myself, so I wandered around looking for a someone I knew, and could stand.

The night wore on slowly, like all lame holiday parties. Small talk was rampant with lots of strangers finding social courage from the bottles and glasses in their hands. I moved from one group to another, never really investing too much into any one conversation. All of the discussions were very superficial, and none were very interesting.

It wasn’t long before the wine started to get to me. Not in the I’m drunk kind of way, rather in the need to visit the ladies room kind of way. Unfortunately for me, three other women has similar idea and were congregating around the bathroom door. I bet most of the guests didn’t realize there is one upstairs also.

It turned out that at least one of the guests knew about the upstairs bathroom, since the door was securely closed. With my bladder becoming more persistent in its pleas, I glanced down the stairs before peaking into the master bedroom. Brittany wouldn’t mind me using the master bathroom. We kind of like sisters, distant, but sisters.

The master bathroom door was slightly ajar so I figured it was unoccupied and started going in without knocking when I heard noise coming from inside. “Oh sorry!” I quickly apologized while pulling the door back shut.

“Ouch!” I heard a women’s voice yelp from inside as I was about to latch the door. At first I did not fully recognize the sound, or that it even originated from inside the bathroom. I paused with my hand on the door handle, waiting for some sign that my mind was just playing a trick on me.

“Ouch!” I heard a women’s voice again yelp from inside. “Ouch!” again sounded off the voice. This time I had no doubt the cries were coming from inside.

Out of duty, I flung the door open. The scene I confronted dumbfounded me. A younger, muscular man in a latex batman costume sat on the edge of the bathtub with a bathbrush in his right hand, high in the air and a partially disrobed witch over his lap. Before I had a chance to completely open the door, the bathbrush completed it’s decent onto the witch’s bare hindquarters, eliciting another yelp of pain from her.

The spring of the door stopper immediately shifted their attention to me. Batman left the brush firmly planted against the Witch’s tush as he looked up at me with a slight glare. She, on the other-hand, twisted her head in my direction, her blonde locks parted, giving me a clear view of her blushing cheeks. I recognized her as Bethany, the host’s little sister whom I had been introduced to an hour earlier. That would make batman Jake, her fiance.

“Ah.Ah.Ah,” Bethany tried to verbalize her embarrassment, though her mouth didn’t seem to work at the moment.

“Gloria, we are preoccupied at the moment. Would you be kind enough to close the door and give us some privacy. We should be done shortly,” Jake said with the elegance expected from his costume’s alter-ego.

I was having none of it though. “You asshole, Stop beating her!” I yelled as rushed to help Bethany up.

“Gloria, please, go,” Bethany tried waving me off from the inverted position.

“No, I’ll help you.” I took a hold of the hand waving at me and tried pulling her up.

“You do not understand, she does not need any help.” Jake spoke calmly.

“Shut up and let her up.” I poked my finger into Jake’s chest before trying to help Bethany off his lap.

“Gloria, It’s OK! Please go, NOW!” Bethany all but yelled at me. What the bitch! Here I am trying to help her and the ungrateful kid yells at me to leave? See if I try to help her again. I turned, and slammed the door on them. Bladder be damned, I had to talk to Brittany immediately.