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Alex_b
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Post Number: 36
Registered: 04-2005


Posted on Wednesday, June 21, 2006 - 07:54 pm:   Edit Post

CHELSEA’S NOONER
by Alex B.

At half past noon Chelsea Parker found herself
hastily beating a path through the employee
parking lot to her car. This was the second
Wednesday of the month which meant she’d be
spending her lunch break at home. She would
not be eating lunch, however.

A month earlier, Chelsea had made the grave
error of driving home from an office party
under the influence of too many Cosmopolitans
and managed to knock over several trash cans
as she made the turn into her driveway.
Angered and more than a little frightened by
his wife’s shocking lapse in judgment, her
husband Jake took her across his knee and
proceeded to give Chelsea the spanking of her
young life. Later, as he lovingly slathered
her swollen, crimson ass cheeks with a healing
balm, Jake announced that she would receive an
additional spanking every other Wednesday
afternoon for the rest of the year.

This arrangement was convenient to his work
schedule and the fact that it interfered with
hers was as he phrased it: “Tough titty!”

Chelsea arrived home at ten to one. She dashed
from her car and flung the front door open.

“You’re five minutes late.” her husband called
from the bedroom. “Remember what I said about
five bonus swats for every minute you kept
me waiting?”

“Twenty-five extra?!” Chelsea whined as she
tossed her purse onto the couch and began
removing her shoes. “It wasn’t my fault!
There was traffic!”

“There’s always traffic, Little Miss Alibi.
Now are you going get in here and over my lap
or do I tack on another twenty-five?!”

“No, no! I’m coming!” the young woman responded
as she scurried through the living room,
unzipping her skirt as she spoke.

She found Jake exactly as she’d expected him-
sitting at the edge of their bed holding a
large wooden hairbrush in his right hand as he
slapped it rhythmically against his left palm.

“No time for a warm-up now, sweetcheeks.”
he said, gesturing toward his lap.
“Not unless you want to skip dessert.”

Chelsea stood naked at her husband’s side.
Her knees weakened a little at the thought of
how sharply the brush would smart without a
preparation period. Her buttocks tensed and
her eyes widened as if she were experiencing
the first cruel smack.

Then she looked down into Jake’s hungry eyes.

“You know how I feel about dessert.” she said.

“Then let’s dance!” Jake replied, hooking
his arm around Chelsea’s lower back.
Without hesitation, he flipped her across
his lap. As Chelsea’s hands found the floor,
her feet swayed in mid-air. Her round,
alabaster bottom was raised into position
as Jake firmly gripped her waist, lifted the
brush and brought it down with a thundering
smack across Chelsea’s trembling cheeks.
She shuddered and went silent with shock,
but the second swat caused her to cry out.

“Yah-ah!” she howled.

“That’s my girl!” Jake laughed. “Try these on
for size!”

His light-hearted jibe was followed by a volley
of stiff rapid-fire spanks that shook tears
from Chelsea’s eyes. Her teeth gnashed together
as she swallowed an apology. Jake did not allow
protesting, begging or apologies. Such verbal
outbursts during a spanking invariably led to
more spanking, only harder and often resulted
in the loss of dessert privileges. So instead
of letting an “I’m sorry!” escape her lips,
she lowered her head and quietly blubbered
as her husband continued to dole out a licking
fit for a country woodshed.

Jake lit into his young wife’s ass with a
firework display of swats. The hard heavy brush
was a blur as it cut through the air again and
again finding its now scarlet target with
amazing accuracy and malice.

By the time Jake was done administering his
semi-weekly portion of justice, his wife had
kicked until all the kick had left her legs
and her hair hung over her face, dampened by
the confluence of tears that poured from her
wincing eyes.

Afterward, as always, Jake helped Chelsea stand
and held her in his arms until her sobbing was
under control. Soon they were kissing deeply
and a moment later, Chelsea was atop the bed on
her hands and knees awaiting her sweet dessert.
Taking her from behind, Jake was careful to
give her blazing buns a generous helping of
sound smacks as he thrust away. The rush of
fiery pain infused with breathtaking pleasure
helped bring Chelsea to a quick climax
after which she immediately collapsed onto
the blankets.

“Well, I’m taking a shower.” Jake said, giving
his wife’s throbbing rump an extra slap as he
headed into the bathroom. “Have a good time
at work.”

Chelsea glanced up at the clock then jumped out
of bed and hurried to snatch her clothing from
the floor. It was obvious she’d be at least
ten minutes late in getting back to work.
She gulped at the thought of it and with
good reason. Chelsea’s boss treated her
tardiness in the exact same manner her husband
did, which meant that a certain young lady
was in for a long, sore-bottomed afternoon
at the office.

“Oh well,” she said to her reflection as she
straightened her clothes in the mirror.
“At least Mrs. Lambert uses her hand instead
of that horrible hairbrush.”

On her way out of the house, Chelsea grabbed
a small pillow from the couch to cushion her
car seat, not so much for the painful trip
back to work as for the agonizing ride home.

THE END
I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury. - Groucho Marx
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Cheekychipmunk
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Post Number: 135
Registered: 05-2006
Posted on Wednesday, June 21, 2006 - 10:14 pm:   Edit Post

Great story. Looking forward to reading more of em.
"Success in almost any field depends more on energy and drive than it does on intelligence."
Sloan Wilson
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Janice
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Post Number: 4
Registered: 06-2006
Posted on Thursday, June 22, 2006 - 10:01 am:   Edit Post

Very well written, easy to read.
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Tplayer
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Post Number: 93
Registered: 05-2006
Posted on Thursday, June 22, 2006 - 11:33 am:   Edit Post

Great story Alex
It's all a matter of perspective
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Tammynx
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Username: Tammynx

Post Number: 786
Registered: 10-2005


Posted on Thursday, June 22, 2006 - 01:09 pm:   Edit Post

That was great. I hope you write some more!!

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Pinkcheeks
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Post Number: 576
Registered: 12-2005


Posted on Thursday, June 22, 2006 - 02:46 pm:   Edit Post

great story!!
"Thought I WAS being a good girl...really I did!"
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Hunny
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Post Number: 12
Registered: 06-2006
Posted on Friday, June 23, 2006 - 03:38 am:   Edit Post

I always love your stories Alex.
Another great one.
Now we need to knoe what happened at the office though *wink*
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Alex_b
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Username: Alex_b

Post Number: 37
Registered: 04-2005


Posted on Friday, June 23, 2006 - 08:16 pm:   Edit Post

Hunny wrote: I always love your stories Alex.
Now we need to know what happened at the
office though *wink*
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Thanks, Hunny! I'll see what I can do! ;)

Your firm-handed friend,
Alex B.

bernaise38@yahoo.com
I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury. - Groucho Marx
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Hunny
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Post Number: 14
Registered: 06-2006
Posted on Sunday, June 25, 2006 - 04:23 am:   Edit Post

please and thank you Alex

~Victoria

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