Spanksgiving Day Parade

“Welcome to to the Spanksgiving Day Parade. I am Catherine Littlebum and I am here with Daniel Hardhand.”

“Welcome, We have a great parade in store for you today. I have seen some of today’s floats and they even better than last year. You are really going to see something special today.”

“That is for sure. This year, like always, is starting right on time.”

“This year it is being lead by the marching band, ‘Contrite Chrisses’. Is that? Yes it is! They are playing their world famous ‘Solemn Lullaby’! Oh what a wonderful tune.”

“That it is Daniel. It always sends a shiver down my spine when I hear it.”

“And a twitch in the bum?”

“Well that’s a given, Daniel. Next up is the float from St. Lucianna’s School for Naughty Girls.”

“Oh what a wonderful school scene they have. Those Nun habits look very authentic from up here. Those ‘schoolgirls’ may have graduated long ago, but they are surely learning some lessons today.”

“Especially that redhead over the desk getting a workout from the ruler.”

“Catherine, don’t forget the back of the float! It looks like the Headmaster’s study is busy today.”

“Oh, your right. The two blondes touching their toes are perfectly positioned for his cane.”

“Nothing but six of the best!”

“You can say that again, Daniel.”

“Nothing but six of the best! Up next is one of the more extreme floats, from Lefien Leather.”

“Oh, that leather cat suit looks awful hot from up here.”

“Would you rather be freezing in those schoolgirl outfits we just saw, Catherine?”

“You know it! Now comes my favorite part of the parade, The giant balloons!”

“We have a giant flying paddle, and a hairbrush. Ohh, and that padded sawhorse is new.”

“I haven’t seen that one before. It looks like a circular arrowhead.”

“I bet you haven’t seen it before, but you probably felt it. It’s a ginger plug for figging.”

“Oh yea. Your right Daniel, I have never saw one, just felt a few.”

“Next up, we have Inquisition Goods, makers of some of the finest Medieval toys available.”

“Those hooded executioners sure look ominous. That one is really flogging the woman secured to the St. Andrews Cross.”

“The blonde in the pillory is looking like she is have a good time. Oh her execution just dropped his tawse and, yup, there he goes, rogering her good.”

“What a lucky girl! Next up is the all female marching band, ‘Yelping Ladies’ performing ‘Spank Dance.’ Look at their Color Guard jump. Those drum majors are not holding anything back.”

“It is called ‘Spank Dance’ for a reason. Next we have the float by Domestic Depot. What a lovely bedroom scene they have created this year. That bride is sure getting it.”

“A hairbrush in a groom’s hands has straighten out many bridezillas. I sure worked for me. Wow, look at those jugglers through around those paddles, they are an experts in dealing with the hard wood.”

“I bet they get plenty of practice. Catherine, it looks like we are nearing the end of this years parade, but first we have the float from the sweet people over at College Accessories. It looks like they have a lovely dorm room scene.”

“Daniel, I can tell you haven’t been to a College in quite a few years, because that isn’t a dorm room, its a sorority housemother’s room.”

“Oh, your right. And those sister sure have been naughty. Good thing they are right after the paddle jugglers, that housemother looks like she might need a replacement paddle soon.”

“There is our last float, and as is tradition, there is Spank Claus. Daniel, can you tell what is he giving out to all the naughty girls and boys this year?”

“Those are little wooden spoons!”

“Hopefully they won’t have to wait until they get home to be used.”

“I agree.”

“Well, I’d like to thank you all for coming out on this lovely Spanksgiving Day. Today’s parade was sure a great one. I’m Catherine Littlebum.”

“And I’m Daniel Hardhand, wishing you a wonderful rest of the day.”

Three Ghosts of Halloween, Part II

The errands took way too long. Two simple errands should have taken only twenty minutes, but two hours later I was walking into the French Cafe straight in the middle of the lunchtime crowd. Waiting 10 minutes did not increase the prospect of securing a table so I just gave up and went home. I would have to resort to eating the leftovers from dinner last night.

As I neared the entrance to our subdivision, two police cruisers and a large blank van flew by with lights and sirens ablaze. Something big was happening to have the SWAT van going. The first thing I did when I got home is to flip on the small TV in the kitchen. Hopefully the news would have a live report on the hostage situation or standoff.

The 12 o’clock news was already in progress, thought the weather forecast was being provided at the moment. I had a moment to toss Adam’s leftover chicken Parmesan in the microwave. He probably wouldn’t care.

“Now, for some breaking news at the courthouse. Allison,” the news anchor said. The words “breaking news” instantly perked my interest.

“I’m here at the courthouse where I just learned the charges against all three ringleaders in last week’s homecoming party fiasco.” The reporter told the audience. “As you will remember, I reported last week about police breaking up a wild party where nearly the entire Jefferson High senior class were detained for underage drinking and trespassing. It appears the farm’s owner and the prosecutor agreed with the parents of the three girls that the two eighteen year olds and the one nineteen year old had been adequately punished and no further action was needed. The judge agreed only after a conference with the girl’s parents, and attorney’s in closed chambers. Here comes one of the fathers right now. Mr. Williams, how do you feel about the judge’s decision that allow your punishment to stand?”

“Her mother and I had a long discussion with our daughter and taught her a tough lesson in responsibility. Luckily the judge and prosecutor agreed that she was contrite and they dropped the charges on my promise of reinforcing that lesson tonight. And I damn well intend to.” The larger, gruff man told the reporter.

“Well good for you. I learned a few painful lessons from my father when I was a young adult and I hope it helps your daughter like it helped me. Janice, back to you in the studio.” The reporter told the news anchor.

“Thank you Allison. It is good to hear that some parents still want to parent and not be their child’s friend. My mother wouldn’t have cared had I been 8, 18 or 28. We probably would have had a similar discussion as those defendants. Too bad more parents don’t think that way anymore. Now on to sports. Jeff.” The pretty blonde anchor told the audience.

I changed the channel once I heard something about the world series. I don’t understand why or how Adam can spend hours watching sports. Maybe another channel would have the story about the police incident.

Ding! Lunch was ready. I grabbed a potholder and scooped up the cardboard container from the microwave. Hmmm, cheesy goodness.

“Now, for some breaking news at the courthouse. Allison,” I heard a female news anchor say behind me. With a fork in hand, I settled back on the counter stool to eat while watching the news.

“I’m here at the courthouse where I just learned the charges against all three ringleaders in last week’s homecoming party fiasco.” The reporter told the audience. She looked really similar to the reporter at the other station. Blonde hair, blue eyes, big boobs and a bright smile seems to be the only qualification needed to be a reporter anymore.

“As you will remember, I reported last week about police breaking up a wild party where nearly the entire Jefferson High senior class were detained for underage drinking and trespassing. It appears the farm’s owner and the prosecutor agreed with the parents of the three girls that the two eighteen year olds and the one nineteen year old had been adequately punished and no further action was needed. The judge agreed only after a conference with the girl’s parents, and attorney’s in closed chambers.”

This seems eerily familiar to the previous report. Even that guy coming up behind her looks familiar.

“Here comes one of the fathers right now. Mr. Williams, how do you feel about the judge’s decision that allow your punishment to stand?” The reporter asked.

“Her mother and I had a long discussion with our daughter and taught her a tough lesson in responsibility.” The large, gruff man stated.

That was exactly what he said last time. Is this the same channel? I pressed the info button on the remote, popping up the channel information onto the screen to confirm I had indeed changed the channel.

“Luckily the judge and prosecutor agreed that she was contrite and they dropped the charges on my promise of reinforcing that lesson tonight. And I damn well intend to.” The father stated.

What the hell? I just watched this report a few minutes ago. Have the local news really gotten that cheap that they are sharing staff? Or is someone trying to play a prank on everyone?

“Well good for you. I learned a few painful lessons from my father when I was a young adult and I hope it helps your daughter like it helped me. Janice, back to you in the studio.” The reporter told the news anchor.

Painful lessons? Is she trying to imply that poor girl was spanked for throwing a party? What brute! And the judge and prosecutor agreed with it? They are supposed to protect the innocent, not help them be victimized. They are just teenagers and they did something dumb. What is new? They don’t have to be beaten for it.

“Thank you Allison. It is good to hear that some parents still want to parent and not be their child’s friend. My mother wouldn’t have cared had I been 8, 18 or 28. We probably would have had a similar discussion as those defendants. Too bad more parents don’t think that way anymore. Now on to sports. Jeff.” The anchor told the audience.

And now the news anchor is supporting it also. Grounding her for a month would have worked just fine. I was never spanked and I turned out fine. Dumb right-wing bible thumping conservatives. Won’t they ever learn. Doubt they will ever learn.

Finishing lunch, I figured I might as well start the pumpkin pie. It’ll take a hour or something to cook and Adam had to have his pumpkin pie or he’d throw a hissy-fit. He can be such a frigging baby sometimes.

I grabbed the canned pumpkin, pumpkin spice, cinnamon, nutmeg, salt, evaporated milk and eggs and started mixing everything in a big bowl. The orange gooey mixture filled two pre-made pie crusts; one for the party and one for Adam. I bet I can use the second one for leverage until Thanksgiving. Oven set at 375F, now I got an hour to relax.

Admirable goals of a spoiled brat

The story begins with Just Your Everyday Spoiled Brat Party and continued with Consequences for the spoiled brats.

Gwen sat on the edge of her bed, waiting. In five days she would be returning to college, with all its excitement, camaraderie and parties, but right now she had to wait. Waiting some unknown length of time for her mom.

She turned the slab of oak in her hands over and over. It was something to do, even if it didn’t break her focus on the inevitable. Soon this piece of wood would be a pain in the ass, literally. It was so small, really. At about twelve inches long and a three inch blade, the paddle weighted barely a pound. But it was this slender profile that had made it so deadly to her bottom.

She glanced up, instinctively looking across her room, towards the small corner formed between her closet and bathroom door. “Then over there,” she thought aloud. Corner-time was the worst part about being spanked. Displaying her bare bottom was so embarrassing, even if it was just to her empty room. And tonight she’d be there completely nude. Her mother probably would even leave her bedroom door open so everyone in the house would see her there.

Gwen’s mother cleared her throat loud, breaking Gwen’s daydreams. “You go to the bathroom?” she asked her daughter.

“Yes,” Gwen answered meekly, looking down at her hands, which nervously fiddled with the paddle. A strong blush filled her cheeks as she was reminded of the incident prompting her mother to ask the question before every spanking. She wet her mother’s lap one time and now is reminded to pee before every spanking.

“Then stand up and I’ll take that.” Gwen’s mother indicated the paddle. The two generations exchanged the piece of wood, and with it their positions.

Gwen couldn’t understand why, but she had to stare at the paddle the whole time she stood before her mother and was scolded. She had illogical feeling that if she focused on it then the paddle couldn’t sneak up on her. Subconsciously it was she was trying to avoid the feelings of letting her parents down that came with the scolding.

“I still can’t believe you got yourself arrested. Your father and I raised you better than that. Especially not to do what you were doing, what ever it was!” Gwen’s mother scolded. “Do you have anything to say?”

That last line always finished these lectures. There was only one thing Gwen could do. “I’m sorry mom. I really am. You don’t need to spank me again, I’ve learned my lesson,” Gwen pleaded.

“I don’t want this lesson to be one you forget, EVER!” Gwen’s mom took up the same position which Gwen held a mere ten minutes earlier. “You can remove that robe, young lady,” she said, motioning to the knot around her daughter’s waist.

Even though her mother had seen her naked many times, it was situations like this that were the hardest to disrobe. Her fingers fumbled with the Terra cloth knot, to really able to follow the order provided by her left brain. “Please?”

The plea of mercy fell on deaf ears. A pair of raised eyebrows was enough to prompt Gwen into decisive action, freeing the knot and shedding the robe. The front flaps parted slightly to show more of her cleavage and little else.

“Please mom, not hard!” Gwen pleaded, even though she obediently draped her torso over the awaiting knees. “I put in as much time as they would allow.”

“You shouldn’t have had to do community service in the first place!” Gwen’s mother scolded her upturned daughter. She didn’t really care how much of the community service Gwen had done, but the outstanding community service hours may help drive home her point. She wasn’t one who believed in undue formality during spankings, mainly because she hated it when her father had made her count her swats. “But you are right.”

“I am?” Gwen squeaked. Her mother had never gave in to any of her pleas for mercy before, so why now? Was it a trap?

“You have tried to put in the time. How much did you get completed?” Gwen was asked.

“Ah…46 hours.”

“So you have 54 left? Then I’ll only spank you 54 times.”

“MOM!” The realization hit her a little to late. 54 was probably more than she would normally get, though she had never tried counting.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The little paddle blasted into Gwen’s bottom with a slow cadence. The sound of her mother’s voice, mocking with it painstakingly slow increase.

CRACK! “Eight,” CRACK! “Nine,” CRACK! “Ten.”

“Ouch! please!” Gwen cried as her mother reached a dozen. The little piece of white oak was doing too effectively, Gwen thought.

CRACK! “Fourteen,” CRACK! “Fifteen,” CRACK! “Sixteen.”

“Ahh, Ahhh, ahhh pleaaasssahhh!” Gwen cried in unison to her mother’s counting. Her bottom had moved well past the sunburn stage and started to get to the frying pan stage. It was at this point she would always start to involuntarily kick her legs about, trying to move her bottom out of firing range. It was a pointless exercise, but her mind said she had to do something.

CRACK! “Twenty-four,” CRACK! “Twenty-five,” CRACK! “Twenty-six.” Gwen’s mom paused for a moment to view her work. Both of her daughter’s cheeks held a deep red tone, with slight maroon and purple ovals forming at the crowns. She hated going past this point and causing bruises, but experience had told her than Gwen only learned when she couldn’t sit for a few days. She consciously sat aside her motherly instinct of sweeping up her crying baby in her arms and reminded herself that Gwen had gotten arrested and needed this lesson.

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! The little paddle blasted away again. Gwen semi-audible pleas turned less distinguishable as the count rose into the thirties. By forty, Gwen was reduced to a low continuous wail, punctuated with hiccups timed to the impact of oak on flesh.

Gwen didn’t even realize her mother had reached the end until she was helped up and into a mighty hug.

“Waaaaa, soorrry, waaaa,” the girl cried into her mother’s chest.

“It’s ok baby. it’s ok.” Mother hugged daughter while daughter tried to rub away the fire. After a minute or so, Gwen was ushered to her usual bedroom corner to cry herself out and reflect on why she was in this position. Earlier she knew this would happen, and at the time modesty and the embarrassment of being placed in a corner like a naughty child were all she could think about. Now, neither mattered.

Her mother left her there until her parents decided to head to bed, a period of about an hour. The time served her well, allowing her to fully regain her composure while reflecting on the changes she wanted to make in her life. Unlike after most spankings, this time she resolved on the admirable goals of focusing on school, avoiding guys and trying to build a friendship with Becky.

Willow Groove – Grace Shue Reminisces with Sigma Alumni

Grace Lee’s Home

“Is Earl Grey fine?”

“Yes, Thank you.” Gretchen Shue accepted the saucer and tea cup.

“So tell me, how is he transition going? It was so great to hear Aunt Martha left you the house. We all knew it would get back to Willow Groove.” Grace said, talking an oreo from the plate on the coffee table.

“Brooklyn was growing old. Adam was offered a nice retirement package from the city and I had enough time to retire also, so

“Amber getting into Myra probably didn’t help.”

“Oh yea, she was skeptical at first. Yale and Stanford where her top 2 choices, but the full ride really us convince her to go to Myra for undergrad instead.”

Cling cling went the door chimes signifying the arrival of the Grace’s two guests. “That must be Marie and Julia,” Grace said getting up to greet her new guests.

“Sorry we’re late. Melissa had to have a discussion with my hairbrush before I left,” Julia stated taking off her coat. “I don’t know what gets into that girl sometimes. It is like tomorrow is the first day of kindergarten, not her sophomore year of college.”

“Well hopefully the hot heine will temper her behavior,” Grace replied, taking the platter from Marie. “Julia, Marie, this is Grace, Grace this is Julia and Marie,” Grace introduced before slipping off to the kitchen.

“Nice to meet you,” Marie offered her hand, which Gretchen stood to shake.

“You as well,” Gretchen replied.

Julia and Marie both took seats across from Gretchen and the sofa she was sharing with Grace.

“Wow, 20 minutes late. I didn’t think I took that long,” Julia said, noticing the time on the grandfather clock in the corner.

“So, you still spank your daughter?” Gretchen asked.

“Of course I do. And I will until she’s married,” Julia replied. “Didn’t you grow up here?”

“Yea, I just thought that tradition would have ended long ago,” Gretchen said.

“Ended?” Julia laughed. “I can’t think of any tradition ending in Willow Groove, yest of all one involving punishments. Why break something that works?”

“I guess so,” Gretchen conceded.

“Didn’t your mother spank you until you got married?” Marie asked, nibbling on an Oreo.

“Yea, I hated those evil chopsticks.”

“And it must’ve worked,” Julia mentioned. “Thought I bet it wasn’t as bad as the cane.”

“I don’t know about the cane, but the chopsticks were awful things. Much worst that the paddle in school.”

“Yea, pledge week though was no walk in the park.” Marie said.

“Which sorority were you in?” Gretchen asked.

“Sigma Epsilon Chi!” Marie stated proudly.

“Oh, me too, what year? I pledged in ’74” Gretchen said.

“Way before my time. I pledged in ’93” Marie said.

“Yea, you youngin’s,” Gretchen smirked. “Julia, were you a sister also?”

“Yea,” Julia answered. She was quite taken back at the question. “I was a year ahead of you.”

“You were?” Gretchen was puzzled for a moment. “Wait, is your maiden name Mason?”

“Yup!” Julia answered.

“Wow, I didn’t recognize you. You were chubby and dorky in college, now freaking gorgeous.” Gretchen gasped, covered her mouth in embarrassment.

“Yea, a year after Alberto and I married, I grew another another inch in all the important areas and lost a couple in the less important ones.”

“She what you would call a late bloomer,” Marie mocked.

“Alberto’s surely a lucky man.”

Grace returned with another platter of fresh vegetables. “Something a little healthier. So what did Melissa do?” Grace asked Julia.

“It was just bratty attitude stuff, nothing real big. I probably shouldn’t have let it get this far but it did. We hadn’t had a discussion since the fourth.”

“Of July?” Grace questioned.

“Yea, amazing.”

“Lucky for you, the twins have gotten two since the fourth. One was a real dozy,” Grace said.

“What did they do?” Marie inquired.

“John caught them up at the river skinny dipping.”

“John caught them skinny dipping! Wow!” Marie exclaimed.

“Yea, we both lit into them. There’s nothing like a willow switch to get your point across.”

“Lasted them until this past weekend when they got into an argument over some shirt.”

“Ah girls will be girls. It isn’t like we never did anything like that growing up.” Julia said.

“Remember the sorority backpacking trip my junior year, when we ‘accidentally’ ran into the boys?” Gretchen asked Julia.

“I’ve never forgotten. I’m so glad we didn’t caught. If my mother knew of half the stuff I did that weekend, I wouldn’t have been able to sit for a year.”

“Me neither. You know Lucy Caufield got caught. Her mom found a pair of men’s briefs in her laundry,” Grace said.

“She did? That’s what she gets for winning at strip poker,” Julia laughed. “It also explains why she disappeared for a couple of hours every Saturday morning during the following semester.”

“Yea, I heard she spilled everything she did to her Mom and as punishment got the belt once a week until everything was amended for.”

“Ouch! I didn’t think we did that many naught things that weekend,”

“Drinking, strip poker, truth or dare, skinny dipping, blow jobs, sex,” Grace counted off.

“Wow, mine would’ve flipped out too,” Marie gasped.

“You forgot the pine cone races,” Julia said, smiling.

“Aaghhh, I don’t know how you all got me to agree to that one,” Gretchen squirmed a little.

“Tequila!” Julia pronounced.

“What are pine cone races?” Marie asked hesitantly.

“You don’t want to know,” Gretchen answered quickly.

“It’s a relay like race. The guys run this obstacle course then fuck their girlfriend until they cum, slip a pine cone into her ass then she repeats the course without letting the pine cone come out.” Julia explained, much to Gretchen’s embarrassment.

“Ouch!” Marie said, covering her mouth in disbelief.

“Yea…we were dumb kids,” Gretchen sucked gently on her left cheek.

“That’s for sure,” Marie nervously laughed.

“Oh come on, you didn’t do anything wild and crazy in college?” Grace chided the younger women.

“No,” Marie answered meekly. The blush gathering in her cheeks gave away the lie.

“Sure you didn’t,” Julia grinned.

“Noting really,” Marie denied even as she felt her cheeks grow hot.

“Come on, tell us!” Julia eagerly pestered her friend.

“It couldn’t be worst that what we did,” Gretchen added her support of Julia.

“Kind of. Between my junior and senior year we bet the Nu Rho Delta girls we could get more pledge signups than them and we lost,” Marie related.

“The Nu’s got more pledge signups than you? They are still the nerds right?” Gretchen asked.

“Yea,” Marie conceded.

“So what was the bet?” Grace asked.

“Hell week. All the Sigma officers spent orientation week under the same conditions as their pledges spend hell week,” Marie said.

“So, I don’t remember hell week being that bad when I pledged,” Gretchen asked. “What? Bad food and a little paddling?”

“Nu girls are screwed up though. They basically lock their pledges in diapers for the week and spank them if they wet the diaper.” Marie explained.

“Your kidding,” Grace said.

“Unfortunately no,” Marie admitted, to the chucking of the other ladies. “I think all five of us officers got spanked every day that week. The worst part was asking to be changed, especially when you knew it was wet.”

“Why didn’t you take it off when you were at the house?” Julia asked.

“They used these little luggage locks with a short metal chain around our waists. Tracey, one of the VPs tried to get out the first day and they found out. She squealed like a pig when they used that hairbrush on her. Then they didn’t powder her when the diaper was replaced. She complained about diaper rash for two weeks.”

“Yikes, I remember how much trouble Melissa was that one time she had diaper rash,” Julia commented.

“I could imagine. Amber got it the first time I left her with her father unsupervised. Not a fun baby.” Gretchen mentioned.

“Well we should probably get started on planning the alumni dinner,” Grace refocused the group on the reason they were meeting.

Lauren Achieves Her Goal

This is a continuation of the story The Perfect Tutor for Lauren. You should start there. The second part is Failing the Practice Exam has Consequences for Lauren.

“So you going to tell the completion of your little adventure tonight?” Jimmy yelled at us sarcastically as he dug beer from my fridge.

“Fine, I’ll tell you the rest what happened,” I said. “But Steve you got to get those cards dealt first.”

—-

Take-Out was located right next to the cafeteria in the center of the dorm. Normally it was a 10 walk, but that night I ended up walking right past the door. The events of the evening and the evening two months ago kept well distracted.

What was wrong with Lauren? Or rather what was so right about her? Was something wrong with me? She is damn cute, and has a sexy ass. Why do I just want to spank it? Does she OK with me doing it? Am I OK with doing it?

I returned to the room with Doritos, two giant chocolate chips cookies, 3 sub sandwiches and a bottle of Coke about 40 minutes after I left. I had spent most of the time just wandering around the snack shop aimlessly as I reran the nights events over and over in my head.

Lauren was still kneeling on the floor, bent forward scribing on the practice exam. Scribing would be an overstatement. Her hand writing was horrible. It was like she had already took the handwriting course they sent all doctors to.

I sat the snacks on the cabinet and tossed the sandwiches into the mini-fridge for later. 10:21 read the alarm clock next to the TV. She should be just about done. No sooner had I turned around than she held up the completed exam.

“I’m done.”

“Well, lets see if you did better this time,” I took the exam and sat down at my desk. I fished out the key from among the mess of folders and papers then quickly went through her answers. She had stood up, and leaned over my shoulder and I marked up the exam. This was extremely annoying, but what could I really say? Move your naked booty back? I didn’t want her things to end just quite yet.

I finished the last question, marking correct. I turned towards her and flipped through the pages to count up her score. Oddly this time she got all the problems she got wrong the first time correct and missed two of the easier problems she got correct the first time.

“Eight out of ten correct. Better but still not good enough. I know can do better than this, especially when we just went through the same problems and you had no problem answering them.” I paused to figure out a new way to cover the material so she would learn it correctly.

“I know. I guess your going to spank me again,” she interrupted my lecture, “Please no more with the hairbrush, what about something else, like hmmm..” She glanced around my room, eventually coming to rest on a pair of jeans with a leather belt still in its loops. “What about that belt instead?”

I was at a lost for words. Was she telling me to spank her with my belt? I was intending on just going back through the material again. “Ah, its OK. We can go back through the material.”

“I deserve it though. Our deal was one set earlier for not doing my homework then another for each problem I got wrong.”

“OK, but how am I supposed to spank you with the belt over my lap?” Logistics were going to be a problem.

“Am supposed to do everything,” she quibbled, “you are the one punishing me.” She placed her hands on her bare hips and tilted her head to the side.

A complete change in attitude to the contrite girl who stood before me mere seconds earlier. Was she trying to provoke me? “Fine, over the back of the chair, oh and drop your panties to your ankles.”

“Yes sire.” she answered looking down at the floor once again. She had to be playing with me. Well let the games begin. The games have been good so far.

Lauren waddled the three steps to the chair then leaned forward, pressing the semi-padded backrest into her stomach. Pressing her knees released the tension on the elastic, allowing her remaining visage of modesty to fall. Even an hour after her encounter with hairbrush, I was amazed pinkness of her bottom. I was again drawn to how sexy she looked.

“I’m ready sir,” she purred, adjusting her hips slightly to get more comfortable.

I took up the belt by the buckle with my right hand and got into position to her left. I pulled it back, and the end whipped around by back, slapping my left side. This is going to be way too long. Started to coil it around my right hand when I got the great idea of just holding both ends and using the center to spank her. This would double over the belt, but make it considerably more manageable. Looping the end through the buckle left me with about half a meter beyond my hand hold.

CRACK! “Opp! One!” She yelp as I brought the doubled over belt solidly, though without much force, across her pink bottom.

CRACK! “Ekks! two!” The belt landed across the center of her bottom again, deepening the redness.

CRACK! “Ouuuuch! three!” I aimed lower this time, striking at the junction of bottom and thigh.

I repeated over and over, until she hit 18 then I decided she needed a break. I laid the belt on the desk then knelt down to take a closer look at her bottom. She stayed laying over the back of the chair, expecting another swat any moment. I brushed my fingers over the surface, feeling the heat radiate off. She responded to my touch with a short gasp followed by a slow moan.

Her hips wiggled as I traced over the red splotches then moved downwards to her thighs. One touch was all it took for her to part her thighs giving me direct access to her most intimate parts. The fragrance hit me first, sweet like cane sugar with tones of muskiness and vanilla. I couldn’t resist stroking two fingers along her open lips.

“Uh yea. more,” she moaned, bucking her hips gently. One pass coated my fingers in her juices. She wanted more and I was not going to deny her again.

I glided back to her pussy, circling it and covering my fingers before returning up front to fiddle with her clit. I slide over the top, then crossed back over before running a circle around her bud. She rocked her hips back and forth to more, stronger contact. Her breathing quickened to short loud pats.

The angle soon got to my hand, causing my palm to start cramping. I couldn’t stop with her so close though. I stood up to get better leverage. The new position placed my palm squarely over her pussy while my fingers played with her clit. She took it as an opportunity to buck harder, driving her pussy into the heal of my palm.

“Uh yea, yea! Fuck me!” she cried. I shimmied my hand over her clit faster.

“FUCK ME!” she yelled. Keeping my right hand playing with her, I reached my left hand over to my desk, and pulled opened the top drawer. A little aerobatics and I had the condom package out and into my teeth. “PLEASEEE, FUCK ME NOW!” she yelled, quite loudly.

I kept up the manual manipulation while I freed myself with the other hand. A quick tug of my teeth deposited the latex jacket in my hand. It took all my coordination to roll the rubber down my shaft with one hand while keeping up the rhythm with the other. I got ready and moved into position only to find I was pointed at the top of her ass. DAMN! I slide my hand backwards, splitting my fingers to keep one on either side of her lips. Once her opening was uncovered, I lifted while dipping my knees and lined us up.

“Yeeks!” she cried when I lifted her up and slightly forward over the chair. I eased her hips down, burying myself a quarter way into her. “Ahh, ooowwww,” she half moaned, half cried. Damn she was tight. I don’t recall ever being as tight. She pulled up then pushed herself more onto me. “Ahhhhooouucch!” she cried. She clearly in a bit of pain.

“You ok?” I asked, trying to stay completely still.

“Yea, just don’t stop.” she moaned, working her hips up and down as much as she could. I didn’t need any more prompting. Holding her hips, I pulled out as far as I could then thrust back in, driving into the wet vice. Over and over again, I thrusted in. Long strong thrusts lead me to the bottom. I pulled almost out then drove hard in, firmly planting my hips against her ass. “Ahhh” she cried out when I felt her cervix wrap around my head.

I pulled out then leaned forward over her back and thrusted slowly in. This must have blew her mind because she started humping her hips on my shaft. “That’s is, don’t stop” she gasped. Another long slow thrust, ripping over the front of her vagina. Then another and another. A few quick strokes then a slow hard one sent her over the edge into organismic ecstasy. She locked down on my dick, trying to prevent me from moving as her body shook.

I was a little bit of a jerk and kept going at it even as she peaked, causing new waves to crash over her. I could only give her a few more thrusts before the sensations over came me also. She laid lifeless over the chair, awash in organismic afterglow. I leaned back upright and let my hips have a mind of their own. A dozen fast strokes brought her back to the peak and I filled the condom as she shook with one final cascade. She twitched with each pulse of cum. Amazing does not do it justice.

I collapsed over her back while I regained my senses. She didn’t seem to care. She gave me sensations I never knew existed. Amazing does not do it justice. I wish I’d met Lauren years ago.

Eventually I relaxed enough to slip out of her, though she still held the end of the condom inside her. I grabbed my hand around the condom and myself then pulled it out. I deposited the latex in the trash as Lauren tried to get to her feet. I could see her strength had yet to return so I swooped her up and laid her out on the futon. Two pillows from my bed and we were spooning, face to face, on the futon. She pulled her body against mine, purring into my chest. She must’ve liked it as much as I.

We relaxed for a while before she broke the silence. “Can I stay the night?” she asked timidly.

I surely wasn’t going to kick a beauty like Lauren out of my bed. “Of course. Are you comfortable enough?”

“Yea, but I am getting a little cold,” she answered. I pulled the blanket on the back of the futon down over us, checking to make sure it fully covered her feet. She went back to purring into my chest and I started to drift off to sleep. I was just about to dreamland when she asked, “is it always like that?”

I wasn’t sure if it was the sleepiness or what, but I did not understand what she was asking. “What do you mean?”

“Sex, is it always that wonderful feeling?”

Some reason Junior overrode logic. I smiled as I responded, “with me it is.”

“I’m serious.”

What was she getting at? Was she a virgin? “Wait, are you a virgin?” I asked. That seemed really dumb the moment it came out. She couldn’t be a virgin, we just had sex.

“Yea, err I mean I was.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No, why?”

Wow. I’d never been with a virgin before. Even my first had more experience than me. “Because you are better than any other girl I’ve been with.”

“Thank you.” She planted a light kiss on my lips. Our first actual kiss.

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“Damn, why didn’t get stay with her instead getting with Mary?” Steve asked rounding up the cards.

“Ah, that was college.” I quipped.

Ding dong went the alarm, indicating that someone had entered the house. Mary must have arrived back home from her girls night out.

“Honey! I’m home!” Mary called out, walking into the family room. “How are you doing?”

“Good,” trying to downplay the huge stack of chips in front of me.

“Good, he’s wiping he floor with us. Good thing that story of yours in finally over. Now we can win some.” Jimmy remarked, tossing in a small blind.

“What story?” Mary asked.

“Oh nothing,” I answered quickly.

“Nothing? He was telling us about this hot piece of ass he got as a TA in college, and to top it off, she had this spanking fetish.” John answered, much to my chagrin.

“What girl…oh” Mary started to ask, then realizing the answer, she began to blush and quickly left the room.

“You jerk!” I said as I raised by 150.

“What doesn’t she know about Lauren?” John poked back.

“Oh she knows about her.””Wait, isn’t Mary’s middle name Lauren?” Jimmy asked.

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