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clg0413's avatar

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A Sequel

I wake. I yawn. I stretch. I reach to pat my husband on his tummy. HUH, no tummy! I open my eyes, look to his side of the bed, no husband. I think “maybe he’s making coffee.” I sniff, no coffee. I look at his pillow, a note. All it’s says is—

“GOLFING!”

Golfing, it says golfing. Today is Saturday. Today is chore day. No golf on chore day. No golf, especially when I know nothing about it.

I get up and go to the kitchen. There’s a sign on the coffee pot—

“Coffee’s ready, just turn on.”

I hit the button and get the cream from the refrigerator. I put bread in the toaster and relax. The toaster pops and I prepare my toast and wait for the coffee to finish.

Coffee is finished. Pour and prepare coffee. I start to make a list of things that need to be done today.

Dust
Vacuum
Clean kitchen
Clean bath
Change sheets
Laundry
Get spanking implements out.
Prepare woodshed.
Warm up my swatting arm.

Remember the last spanking I got in the woodshed, where I swore I’d get even. Today is that day. Shortly after, I purchased a “terror” braided loop. I found it on a spankingtube video by Dana Kane. http://www.spankingtube.com/video/16478/dana-kane-with-the-cane-iac-terror-braided-loop. It sure looked like sweet revenge to me.

Done with breakfast, I go to strip the bed and gather the laundry. I start the washer and clean the bathroom. I empty the washer to the dryer and put in another load. Go to the kitchen and start cleaning the counters, cabinet faces and floor. Dryer done, fold the laundry and put the washed load into the dryer. Next washing the towels and sheets. Start the dusting and organizing. Took out the vacuum and complete the living and dining rooms before folding the laundry and placing the towels and sheets in the dryer. Finish the vacuuming and had another cup of coffee while waiting for the dryer. Fold the sheets and towels and put fresh sheets and towels in the master suite. Fix lunch.

Now what should I do? I know, prepare the woodshed.

I walk to the woodshed, carrying the “terror” with me. Oh, I’m so excited. I dust, and place the strap, paddle, and the cane, along with the “terror” braided loop on the table. I smile. I go back to the house to shower and prepare for the afternoon activities. I use the lotions he loves the most, might as well smell sweet while I’m beating his pretty bottom to tears. I put on a sexy sundress, one that is easy to move around in. Strappy sandals are next, then just sit around and wait for my bad boy to come home.

It isn’t long before I hear his car. I get up and stand by the door. He enters and all he sees is me, in my sexy dress and shoes pointing to the woodshed. He gulps.

“Honey—”

“Don’t honey me. How dare you skip out of chore day. And as you can tell, your chores are yet to be done. But first we have a little correction to apply to your bottom. Now, get to the woodshed. We will do all of our discussion there. I’ll be there shortly and you better be ready.”

(As an aside, J, this is for you. Thorough enough?)

I walk in the woodshed and there he is in all his glory, hands on head, looking worried. Personally, I think he looks damn good.

“Bend over the spanking bench.”

“Honey, can’t we talk about this, just for a little bit?”

“Oh, sweetie, I will be doing all the talking, and you will be doing all the listening, got it?”

“Yes, I got it.”

“If I have to tell you again to bend over the bench, I’ll get out the whip and put 20 stripes across your thighs.”

He bends over the bench, bottom positioned up. I attach the restraints and back away. Two pretty white targets facing me. I have every intention of taking care of them, especially the white part.

“Sweetie, just stay still and listen. You went golfing today. Now usually I don’t care if you go golfing, but you didn’t tell me. You left me a note on the pillow. A note! You thought I wouldn’t approve because it was chore day. But we’ve been through this before, you would just agree to do your chores on Sunday after church. And that’s always been OK in the past. You deceived me, you lied to me, if only by omission. That, my dear, is why you are in trouble.

“You might have noticed a new implement on the table. That’s the ‘terror,’ one of the implements Dana Kane promotes. It seems to be pretty effective. Only time will tell on that. I hope you are ready. I don’t like to be lied to and when I’m done with you, you won’t want to lie to me ever again. And I promise that you will not have a fun time sitting through services tomorrow, or anything else for the next few days. And that ain’t no lie.”

I pick up the cane, then reach over to pat his pretty white bottom. I bend to give each cheek a big wet kiss. I step back and measure the cane. Wap. Did I just hear a howl? 11 more waps before I put the cane down.

I reach to pat his bottom. I run my fingernails across the welts. I know how much he hates this, giggle, giggle.

“Are you doing alright, baby? What do you think the next implement should be? I know, the strap. Let’s start off with , ahh, what do ya say? 50?”

All I hear is a groan coming from the other end. I pick up the strap and notice that the welts are becoming more defined, turning an angry red. Oh, this strap is going to hurt real bad. I wave the strap, lightly scraping his welted cheeks. I reach back and pop. Did I hear another howl? Twenty-four more pops to the far cheek and thigh. I take a step back and apply the last 25 pops to the near cheek and thigh. I lay the strap down, pat his bottom gently, noting the his entire bottom and upper thighs are covered in very red strap marks.

“Now my love, it’s time for the ‘terror.’ I don’t know how this will affect you, so why don’t we start with 20 on each cheek and on each thigh. Then if I think you need more, I’ll give you more, it’s not like you’re going anywhere, right? Let’s get this started.”

I start slapping the right cheek 20 times. I notice faint loop marks appearing there. I’m not swinging the ‘terror’ too hard, but he is trying to wiggle away from it, the ‘terror’ causing more pain than marks. The left cheek and both thighs are next, 20 each. I see little loop marks all over his bottom now and hear him begging for me to stop. I pat him gently.

“It seems you don’t like the little ‘terror’ too much. It barely leaves marks. Let’s try another 20 each, OK? Oh that’s right, it doesn’t matter if you approve or not, the spanker has the last word. Isn’t this fun?”

I didn’t wait for an answer, I could only imagine what it might be. I continue with the ‘terror.’ The previous marks are darkening, turning almost purple. I think I might hear some sobbing. I finish with the ‘terror’ and put it back on the table.

“Honey, I’m going to give you a break before I finish you off. You didn’t forget the paddle, did you? Now stay where you are, oh, that’s right, you can’t go anywhere. I’ll be back in a little while.”

I walk out of the woodshed and up to the house to check any messages. My mother-in-law called.

“Hi mom, what’s up?”

“Just called to make sure the two of you are still coming for dinner tonight.”

“Oh, we are, see you at six. Can I do anything to help?”

“No, I have everything under control. See you at 6.”

I hang up and return to the woodshed. I listen and he seems to have calmed down quite a bit. I reach for the paddle and pat him gently with it. He jumps just a little.”

“I’m ready to finish with your punishment. Thirty with the paddle and we will be done. Hold on, baby.”

Thirty hard smacks and a great deal of yelling, and we are done. I give him a few minutes to recover and then help him up. I hand him his robe and we walk back to the house.

“Go upstairs and get your shower. We have to be at your mother’s at 6.”

“My mother’s, can’t we cancel?”

“You forgot again, and we are not cancelling. We are going to have a nice pleasant dinner with your parents tonight. Now get ready and while I’m getting ready, maybe you should stand in the corner for forgetting. And no fussing, or you’ll be sitting, bared bottomed, on your punishment chair in the corner.”

He headed off to get ready. After we were both ready we got into the car to leave. I was driving, I knew he wasn’t in any shape to do so himself. When we got to his mother’s we walked in, and I noticed that his father was standing in the corner. I pointed to the other corner and he walked over to it, hands on head.

“I don’t want to hear a word from either of you.”

I walked into the kitchen to say hello to my mother-in-law.

“Where’s that son of mine?”

“Standing in the other corner.”

We both giggled.

“That’s what they get for going golfing without telling us. Can I help you with anything?”

“Help me put things on the table. Then we can call the guys in. It will be fun seeing who is trying the hardest not to squirm around too much during dinner.”

“That will be fun. But you know they will want to get even with us.”

We both nodded and just giggled.

©2014 CLG0413

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DaddyJay's avatar

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I started liking spanking as a young fellow, between 8-10 years old, That is Someone Else being Spanked, I remember seeing Dobie Gillis's father hand spank his pajama covered bottom, Michael Burns getting his snug jean clad rump spanked soundly on Wagon Train.
I remember off screen spankings where you saw results but not the actual spankings, on Flipper, Bonanza, Movies, later Good Times series.
Then one day between 18 and 20 I happened on a movie titled
" MIXED COMPANY" about a couple who have several kids but adopt 3 more, one a black kid playing about 12, but who is actually 14 in real life, he really gets on the father's nerve and in a very unexpected turn the kid pushes one too many times, the father on camera turns the kid over his knee and hand spanks his round little brown Bare Bottom!
I found myself thinking about Spanking all the time and while playing around with family I would get in a swat or two it was not until college I actually got to spank another guy for real, it was odd how easy it happened, my room mate and I were arguing in fun and my inner thoughts came to the surface and I blurted out If I am right I am going to give you a good spanking! He really thought he was right and took me on! Of course I was right, but just knew he would work at getting out of it, to my surprise the next morning fresh from the shower in just his tightie whities he just said I guess this is as good a time to pay my debt, he came leaned over my one leg which was up on a chair and I gave about 6 - 8 spanks, not believing it was happening, LOL..... I WAS HOOKED! I found reason to spank 3 or 4 guys in college. Had a bit of a dry spell before finding spanking sites in the Eighties where spanking partners were more easily found.

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With it being Fall, what kind of plans do people have.....going to any harvests? Apple or pumpkin picking? Any Halloween plans yet? If you could incorporate Cosplay and spanking, what would you and your partner be dressed up as?

We are going to a event called "Zoo Boo" @ our local zoo next month with our daughter. We will be getting pumpkins for the front of our place but nothing as far as picking this year with Marie being pregnant. Speaking of which, I want to make her a preggy shirt somewhere that says "lil pumpkin in the patch" lol. If we could incorporate Cosplay with spanking.....Marie would be Cleopatra, and I would be her man servant/slave. I know the roles aren't a far stretch, lol, but we're not really into Cosplay/Roleplay, but we both love the Egyptian theme ;)

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It might seem a bit strange that a guy like Jim, an Englishman, should end up in a place like Hicksville, but when you come to think about it, where else would you expect to find him? He spoke Cockney English, with a hint of slow southern drawl, he was lazy as fuck, and the easy-paced life of the Delta just suited him down to the ground.

Jim was about forty years old when our chronicles began, five feet eight inches tall, bald on top and the hair that remained was close cropped but not shaven. He had a long nose, piercing grey eyes and a firm mouth, but the lines on his face and a ready smile for everyone he met, betrayed an innate good humour.

He had been born in London but had left home at the age of nineteen. Tiring of the English weather, he had taken off to see the world, bumming lifts and doing casual work when he had to; not all of it was strictly legal, but he got by. Having tired of Europe, he had worked his passage on a tramp steamer across the Atlantic, riding the freight trains a little and finally ending up in a bar in Hicksville where he had met Mike, who had offered to let him stay for a few nights at his shack near the railroad tracks.

A few days had turned into a few weeks, then months into years. Jim settled in, made friends, and without making a conscious decision to stay, found that he had no reason to leave either. He had applied for and gotten US citizenship, had eventually made a little money to purchase some land with a trailer on the outskirts of town, which is where he had stayed put.

Although he had been like a fish out of water to begin with, he and Mike hit it off from the outset. Eventually, by making good contacts in the town like Judge Beauregard, the town magistrate and Miss Kitty who ran the local cathouse, Jim carved himself a little niche in the hearts of the townsfolk. This was especially true when it became known that the moonshine which he made in the little still behind his shed was the best in the whole county.

Mike was a couple of years younger, slightly taller quite muscular, with dark short hair and a trimmed beard. The local ladies thought he was quite handsome, but none of them quite managed to get him to settle down, and he was virtually a confirmed bachelor. By day he was a teacher of science at the local high school, and by night he ran a BDSM parlour cum bar called the Enigma club, which he co-owned with Jim.

A third member of Jim’s circle was a guy known affectionately as “G”. He was a hunter and trapper by trade, who supplemented his income by making “Indian” souvenirs out of carved bone. These he sold through his brother’s shop in New Orleans, where there was a tourist market. Because of his profession, the two guys did not see G quite as often as they saw each other, but when he was home, they would often be found down on the bayou, angling for catfish.

It was Jim’s interest in corporal punishment that elevated him to something approaching celebrity status. He was, put simply, an artist when it came to using switches and whips, and he wasn’t in the least bit shy about using them on a female bottom or two. It was a trait that endeared him to both the ladies of the town who desired a good spanking, and to the husbands of errant wives who decreed that said women needed a bit of discipline in their lives to keep them in line.

Jim was so good at discipline that he was even able to charge a small fee for his services. Within a couple of years, he had built a small wooden barn, next to his trailer, where he would deal with his delinquent women clients. It must be said that there was no shortage of customers but, after all, he was pretty good at what he did. Put it this way: no one ever complained that his whippings were too soft.

The corporal punishment thing happened pretty much by accident. His first ever client was a lady called Susie who worked for the Town Council as an office manager. She was a fiery kind of woman with a bit of a temper, but deep down she had a kind heart and always felt guilty after getting mad with her staff.

She had met Jim at an Independence Day fete. Her department had been responsible for organising the event; she hadn’t really wanted to go, but she could hardly stay away in the circumstances. She had been sat at a table looking a bit miserable when Jim had come over, sat down next to her and began to chat. The upshot was that he invited her over to his place for a drink in the evening and ……

*****************

Well – you get the general idea. The Hicksville chronicles were born in the days when these blogs were a fun place to be. Characters from the STube clientele would often be included in the cast, thinly (or even ot so thinly) disguised as themselves. I have to admit that I have never had quite so much fun on the site as back then, when so many of us were interacting with the various sub-plots.

I am half-tempted to reproduce some of the stories (if I can find them) just to give the corrent readership a flavour of what it was like. Would anybody mind if I did?

Jim

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So I have an injured daddy long legs, not the long legged spider kind, the gangly flying ones, I think there also called crane flies. I saved it from a spiders web. I know that's not such a good thing to do, i should of really let nature do it's thing. I do feel bad now. Its just the poor little thing was really struggling and it's little hands where tapping frantically on the window like it was asking for help. It just seemed like such a horrible way to go. Plus daddy long legs really make me really giggle i love how they clumsily lollop about crashing in to everything. So now i have it a large tupperware box filled with leaves and flowers and I've been really carefully untangling the web with tweezers dipped in the tiniest bit of water but one of his legs is still a bit mangled. So now i don't know what to do, there doesn't seem to be much information on the internet on how to help, and i really, really, really don't want to kill it unless i absolutely have to. I feel really sad. I think I might have done a bad thing. Perhaps if i just make it as happy and comfortable as i can it might get some some strength back once it's well rested? I really hope so.

The thing is Alex said no more injured creatures in the flat, especially not bugs. so now I'm going to have to hide it. Or perhaps I should put it one of the plant pots outside? It's a nice plant pot. It might be happier there? Plus i might get spanked if he does finds the creature in the flat. He's away today and I'm supposed to be writing my personal statement so i can get in to college, but i can't concentrate at all now. I really wish we didn't have to write them, they're not so fun at all. I'm really struggling. Hopefully i will be able to make a bit more progress other than just an opening paragraph. Otherwise i think i will be in trouble.

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tygrr's avatar

Views: 76 · Added: 12 hours ago

This is going to be fun! What does the last four numbers in your cell phone say about you?

1 IS LOYAL 2 IS SHY 3 IS FREAK 4 IS FAITHFUL 5 IS CONFIDENT 6 IS OUTSPOKEN 7 IS ASSHOLE 8 IS LOVING NINE IS SEXY 0 IS SWEET

So mines was- faithful, freak, confident, freak lol lets see what you guys get!!!!

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This is a follow up to my previous blog post.This weekends spanking unfortunately never came to be,I was disappointed to say the least.I had a feeling on Friday night something wasn't quite right when I sent him a text and never received a reply from him.I tried to tell myself it was no big deal he probably went out with his friends for the night.Next day which would have been Saturday I sent him another text confirming our plans, still nothing not so much as an acknowledgement that he had gotten my text.Sunday I tried one last time hoping to catch him before he left to go back home.My heart sank I knew he had played me for a fool.I couldn't believe this was happening again. Afterward I couldn't help but think to myself the last time he was in town visiting did he really have to rush back for work or was he lying to me? When he goes days or sometimes longer without responding to me is it because hes busy as he claims or purposefully ignoring me like he clearly did this weekend? I feel so stupid for believing everything he told me without question.

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PlayGround's avatar

Views: 65 · Added: 17 hours ago

New vid is up.

I have been busy with working and getting everything I need to get my drivers license back.
I lost it a few years ago for speeding and no insurance.

I'm extremely excited. My friend is looking for me a vehicle.

I did a stress relief spanking today. No video of that, but I will be doing one Thursday.
DL's=Vehicle=Business Opportunities=Money.

Life is good!!!!!!
Sincerely,
Masters PlayGround.

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Views: 70 · Added: 17 hours ago

Yes, I've got a dirty mind...and you're on it... :-)

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Fuschiasilk's avatar

Views: 64 · Added: 19 hours ago

Hi there:

Just wanted to let my friends know that I have a new vid posted on my page. I mistakenly called it Session II when it should have been called Session III. It gets off to a slow start but picks up. Enjoy. :)

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Views: 112 · Added: 1 days ago

I lost the battle last weekend :(* And Im also suspended from work! But in my defense Who in fuck leaves a Michael kors Bedford purse just laying round like really? Oh well..... Sorry ClassyLady I was trying

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RicRonin's avatar

Views: 87 · Added: 1 days ago

Based on a real life experience:

I just started dating a new girlfriend about a couple of weeks ago. She was petite in height but was full figured and had a wel shaped bubble butt. My favorite thing. So I knew from what she had been telling me that her parent were old fashioned and very strict. Same as mine actually. The both of us were in our twenties but still lived at home with our parents. And there were "House Rules" that both of us needed to follow to not pay rent and to continue to live there.
She was telling me she was to be home at a certain time and that drinking and smoking were not acceptable in her house. But I talked her into it this night and we had some whiskey and smoked a joint and I had gotten her into having some sex with me. Well time flew by and it was now 11 pm and she realized it was way past the time she was allowed out.
When we arrived at her house her mother was outside on the front porch tapping her foot, arms crossed and looking furious.
"Angie! I am ashamed of you and furious with you! Look at the time! And you young man have brought her home very late!"
Then she raised an eyebrow and sniffed.
" Have you been drinking booze?! Oh my god! Smoking pot too! You young lady are in serious trouble! Be glad your father is away for a day or two on business. I am going to punish you but good! You young man are in trouble as well. I had a talk with your mother and she gave me free rein to deal with you. You will both accept your punishments or move out. Do I make myself clear"
We both nodded in agreement. I never admitted it to Angie but my mother still spanked my bare bottom when I broke the rules. I was hoping that was not in store for me.
She grabbed Angie by the ear and as she turned to bring her into the house she applied several hard swats to the seat of hr pants as we went in.
"How..smack..Dare...smack...You...smack..Keep me waiting..smack.. and smoke and drink...smack smack smack!"
Angie whined and said she was sorry. She then said something I will not forget.
" I know I was a bad girl momma. I deserve the seat of my pants to be warmed."
Her mother marched her inside and gave her about 6 more hard fast swats and then said she would get much worse. She turned to me and said,
"And as for you, young man, you will be spanked just like I spank her. Do you understand?!"
I begged and pleaded but she was firm and told me that was the only option other than moving out with out anywhere to go and with none of our stuff. I accepted it. I was going to be punished like a child in front of my girlfriend while she would also be punished in front of me.
Her mother turned back to Angie.
"Angela Marie, I want you to strip till you are Barefoot and Bare bottomed young lady! Nothing on but your tshirt. I want that shame and punishment to sink in so you learn a good lesson!"
Angie dropped her head sobbed a little and said,
"Yes mommy."
She stripped down to nothing but her tshirt and she walked with head down to her mother. Her mother grabbed her by the arm and walked over to a chair and put her foot up on it, reached down grabbed Angie, lifted her up, and put her across her knee so her feet were off the ground.
"I want you to keep your legs slightly apart and your toes pointed and this is to humiliate you further. When I spank this chubby set of bare cheeks you will take it until you kick and cry like a well punished little girl!"
"Yes mommy, I am so sorry."
"What do you say now Angela?"
"I have been a naughty girl mommy. Please spank my naughty bare bottom to teach me a lesson."
Her mom began slow at first then speeding up as she went along landing them on each cheek. The sound reverberating in the room.
"There! I will spank those cheeks and make them wobble in shame right in front of your naughty little boyfriend there! Look at those chubby cheeks wiggle when I smack them. What a naughty, naughty girl!"
"Ow, ow, ow!" She began to sob like a little girl. Her feet slightyly kickin as the spanking went on. Her cheeks turning redder with every slap. I was finding hard to control my excitement at seeing this. I must have been blushing as well cause her mom noticed.
"I bet you think this is a little exciting for you seeing her bare across my knee. We will see how excited you are when you are getting your spanking!"
{to be continued}

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Just so I can say I bought sex toys from the Kansas State government.

http://rudepundit.blogspot.com/2014/09/can-anal-beads-help-save-kansas.html

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If you are a man and know that you deserve a good spanking. I am the one you should give a holla to. I am looking for men to put across my knee. So if you know that you have been a very naughty boy. I will be pulling your underwear down and putting you over my knee.

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Views: 116 · Added: 2 days ago

Good thing I am good at being alone.

No one to tell my defeat to anymore. I have resigned myself back to my closed mouthed existence
.
Don't want to anyway because people seem so weird nowadays when you open up to them. The judgmental nature of people now seems so rampant. You may have friends who don't try to fix or blame when you open up with your woes, but I don't.

I never told people anything personal, my whole life. I am going back to that because over the past 6 years, I have tried the "trust" thing. All backfired, except for Tigrr. She always was the one who said the right things back.

Sometimes I hate my wholesome personality, honesty, loyalty, obedience, and nice attitude. But Im not gonna change that. But to avoid being used...I am crawling back in my girl cave where I am safe at least.
The absolute love of my life has gone away...back to his ex. Nothing left for me now but my motto...TNO-RIDESOLO

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Views: 115 · Added: 2 days ago

So I got good news on Monday. Whoot whoot!!!
Only to be followed by a series of "I can't even believe this is happening!" lol
3 guys from my past all hit me up in one day, I'm cleaning out a shed the next day, and was bitten by some type of spider on my bum(I'm convinced he couldn't stop at one bite) lol, and then I got the flu....

Oh did I mention the new video has to re-uploaded. IDK.

So I just have 1 question for whoever wants to provide an answer.

WHAT IN THEE HECK IS GOING ON HERE????

I can't help but sit back and laugh. lol

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I don’t know if it’s ever happened to you or not, but it’s happened to me. If you’re open, if you go with the flow, if you follow your impulses and see where it leads, serendipity can take you to some amazing places. But it can lead you into a world of shit, too. And sometimes, it can do both, almost simultaneously. I had a night like that this past summer. I’ve wanted to share this experience with my friends here. It’s a bit long for a blog entry. I hope you all will indulge me just this once for an extended post.

I was a closet spanko for most of my life. I always feared my secret might slip out, and that I’d be branded as some kind of pervert. But after I came out to my wife, I quit worrying, and I started dropping comments about spanking much more easily in conversation. I always watch people’s eyes for a hint of reaction. I always hope I’ll find another spanko in the wild somewhere. And one day recently, it happened in a big way.

You might find this story a bit hard to swallow, but I promise, this is the way things really went down. Of course, I had to come up with an entirely different narrative to tell the wife.

While school was out for the summer, one of my coworkers hosted a little stag party at his house. I joined in on a poker game at the kitchen table. There was a helluva lot of money in the pot for a friendly game with a bunch of middle-aged high school teachers. They were drunk as lords and betting more than they should have. There wouldn’t have been nearly so much money on the table if our wives had been there.

I’m usually not very good at poker, but that night I had a bit of a winning streak. And even though it was still fairly early, I decided to quit while I was ahead.

“I’m calling it a night, fellas.” I slid my chips over to Steve, who was the banker.

“C’mon, you asshole,” Marty said; “You gotta give us a chance to win our money back.”

Everyone else chimed in with him. They called me a lightweight and a loser and a chickenshit. I didn’t argue; I just took my money and left. The fact of the matter is, they were right. I AM a loser, especially when it comes to cards. I got lucky on a few hands, but I knew my luck wouldn’t hold. It never does.

Even though I was tired of the poker game and the party, I didn’t feel like going home right then. I had money to burn, and it wasn’t even midnight. The wife didn’t expect me home for a couple of hours, so I decided to stop for a bite at a little greasy spoon that I occasionally visit. The place doesn’t look like much. It has a big neon sign that says “EAT” in the plate glass window. I parked in front and scoped out the customers as I walked in.

The little joint was almost empty. A couple of old men sat a few seats apart at the counter, with a tired-looking waitress in a brown uniform pouring coffee for one of them. And there was one other person: a young woman sitting alone in a booth alongside the window.

That young woman was positively beautiful. She looked to be about twenty-five, going on thirty-nine. What I mean is, she was fairly young, but she didn’t look the least bit innocent. At a glance, I had her pegged as someone who had dropped out of high school to work as a pole dancer. She wore a flimsy, low-cut shirt with spaghetti straps to reveal some nice cleavage and lots of tattoos on her arms and shoulders. Her dark brown hair hung loose around her face as she looked down, writing in a notebook or journal of some kind.

I took a seat a couple of booths down, facing her. I tried to be cool, catching furtive glimpses of that little honey over the top of my menu. I didn’t want to be rude by staring, but it was hard not to look. She glanced up, and caught me scoping her out. Our eyes met for just a flash. Then I went back to the menu.

The waitress came and took my order. I’d been drinking beer at the party, and beer always makes me hungry. I ordered coffee and a burger, with fries and a shake.

While I waited for the food, I opened my wallet and sifted through the wad of bills I’d collected from the poker game. I’m a bit compulsive about the way I stow my cash. It’s a habit my father instilled when I tended the register at his shop. He insisted that the bills be placed in the till face up, all turned the same direction. I got used to that, so now that’s the way I keep the bills in my wallet. I patiently sorted the bills into stacks according to their denominations—fifties, twenties, tens, fives and ones—and turned them so that the tops of the presidents’ heads were all to the left. And I counted: three-hundred-forty-three dollars.

I’d started the evening with about a hundred and twenty, so I was up by two-hundred and twenty-three dollars. That’s not much of a haul, I know—but remember, this game was with a bunch of drunken math teachers. For one of them to drop fifty or a hundred bucks in a card game was kind of a big deal. I was wondering if they’d have a grudge against me when school went back in session.

Then, I noticed that hot girl down the way looking at me. Yes, that delicious, tattooed, smooth-shouldered siren with the skimpy shirt and push-up bra was peering directly at me, so intently that it actually made me a bit uncomfortable. I gave her a little nod and a smile. She slid out of her booth and approached my table with her notebook in her hand. She was wearing blue denim short-shorts. Her legs were shapely and creamy-smooth and fabulous.

“I know you,” she said.

“Oh?”

“I saw you doing poetry one night at the Java Mill.”

“Oh?”

“A couple of weeks ago, remember?”

I hit various places around the city doing open mics and poetry slams, and I’ve gotten to know most of the regulars at these events. People introduce themselves, shake my hand and offer compliments; most are middle-aged or older. Usually, the younger folks I see are glued to their phones, tablets or computers, piggy-backing off the coffee shop wi-fi. They don’t pay much attention to me, as far as I can tell.

I said to the girl: “Sure, I remember reading there, but I don’t remember seeing you.”

“My boyfriend is the manager. I was hanging out with him, behind the counter.”

“And you liked my poetry?”

She nodded and smiled. Her eyes were bright. She seemed to glow. I could feel myself blushing. I could hardly believe this ever-so-hot-looking girl had noticed me, and that she liked my poetry. Christ Almighty—I was floored!

“Mind if I sit here,” she asked.

“Please do, young lady!”

She sat across the table from me, and put her notebook down in front of her. Then, she propped herself on her elbows to look at me with bewitching hazel eyes.

“I’m Joanna,” she said.

“Mike.”

“Mike, from the open mic...” She forced a little giggle, and I laughed with her.

I pointed to her notebook and asked, “Do you write poetry, too?”

“No, that’s just a diary. It’s where I confess my sins.”

“Your sins? Are you a bad girl?”

“I can be.”

She flashed a devilish grin. Clearly, she was flirting, as young women will do. I had no expectation of our conversation leading to anything more, and all I intended was to flirt back.

“Somebody ought to take you in hand,” I said. “Make a good girl out of you.”

When I said that, her eyes widened. Her eyebrows went up and her jaw went down. I swear I could hear her gasp, and there was a moment of tense silence between us. It was palpable.

“Are you the kind of man who would do that?” she asked softly.

My heart started pounding like a drum. I was pretty sure she knew what it meant to be taken in hand. I was pretty sure that’s what she wanted. Pretty sure, but not certain...

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“I can put a naughty girl over my knee when she needs it,” I said.

She slipped out of her seat and came to my side of the table. Sliding into the booth beside me, she put her lips to my ear and said:

“I’m such a bad girl, daddy.”

My god, I felt absolutely intoxicated. I couldn’t believe this was really happening. The warmth of this young woman next to me, her softness, her lips touching my ear, her breath—holy fuck! I was downright dizzy. When she whispered in my ear, it put shivers down my spine.

She said: “I don’t remember your poetry so much, but I remember you. You were so intense. And funny. You have a strong voice. You should be on the news or something.”

I could have melted into a puddle right there. People have complimented me for my humor before. They’ve complimented my voice, too. Hell, as far as that goes, I’ve had women compliment me for my broad shoulders, strong arms and fine ass, too—but that was long ago. I’m 57 years old. Young women like this just don’t look at me in that way.

But here I was, with a beautiful girl beside on a sultry night. Serendipity had opened the door. Everything in front and in back of me was leading in that direction, and I was being simultaneously pushed and pulled along. A little cautionary voice was trying to warn me that I was a fool. Yes, my wife was waiting at home, and I knew it, but this hot babe was right here in the booth, drawing me into the flames.

When my food came, I shared with her. And while we ate, she told me of her sins.

“I steal,” she said. “It’s like a compulsion. I just can’t stop myself sometimes. I got arrested once for shoplifting. I had to go on probation. So I stopped for a while, but lately, I’ve started again.”

And so I drove her to a motel, where we took a room and I took her in hand as I’d promised I would.

I ordered her out of her skimpy denim short-shorts and over my lap as I sat in a chair. I spanked her bare bottom to a lovely rose pink, and then had her lay across the bed with her hips elevated on pillows so that I could flog her with my belt. She gripped the sheets till her knuckles were white. She thrashed about, but stayed on the pillows as she gasped and groaned and whimpered sweetly. After I’d turned the globes of her beautiful bottom to an angry shade of red accented with upraised welts, I leaned over the bed and rubbed her bottom gently to soothe her.

It all seemed so sweet and delicate then, when she reached for my crotch to stroke me. She nudged and pulled until she had coaxed me out of my pants. Her lips around my cock put me in heaven. She looked up at me with impish eyes and said, “I want to fuck you.” And she crawled up astraddle and lowered herself onto me. I tried to hold back, but I was bursting. I spurted helplessly inside her. I finished her with my hand. Her face went beet-red as she ground against me and my cum oozed over her ass and onto the sheets.

I took a shower then. I scrubbed like crazy, hoping to wash away any scent. I hoped Mrs. J would be asleep by the time I got home.

When I stepped out of the bathroom, Joanna was gone. So was my wallet. And my car keys. On the lamp table by the bed, there was a sheet of paper torn from Joanna’s notebook. It had a note that said, “I told you I steal.”

“Fuck,” I said to myself. Then I sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, trying to come up with a good story for Mrs. J.

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So I was talking to my naughty little girl MTAngel42, and asked her a question about another site she was playing on. She conveniently said she forgot the name of the site, even though it is in her web browsing history. I sent her to get the wooden bath brush she is so familiar with from other times she has fibbed to me......and she locked herself in the bathroom!!!

BRATS!!!

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Trading love for crazy
was my first mistake
one night can seem forever
and that's all it takes
you let your hands wander
beneath the satin and the lace
and let your heart loose
inside of love's embrace

when it comes to taking chances
I am second to none
the only thing missing
is the smoking gun

satin and lace
satin and lace
I let my heart loose
inside of love's embrace

you try and tell yourself
you're not the worrying kind
but one glance in the mirror
and it's there to remind
that every step you took
is now so clearly defined
you know where it started
as you watched it unwind

when it comes to taking chances
I am second to none
the only thing missing
is the smoking gun

watch it unwind
watch it unwind
keep your heart guarded
and your eyes open wide

you play the hand you're dealt
when you go all in
you never play to lose
it's never what you intend
but you better listen close
and I will tell you my friends
it's where it all starts
but it's not where it ends

when it comes to taking chances
I am second to none
the only thing missing
is the smoking gun

the worrying kind
the worrying kind
I let my heart loose
and now it's on the run

the only thing missing
is the smoking gun

the smoking gun
the smoking gun
when you think it's all over
and you think it's all done

the only thing missing
is the smoking gun

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