Post Number: 40
|Posted on Tuesday, February 06, 2007 - 06:55 am: ||
A TASTE OF LEATHER
by Alex B.
Mandy Evans scanned the back wall of the
shoe store- the men’s section. Kneeling down,
she ran a finger across the edge of each box
until one caught her fancy. Inside was a pair
of sleek, black leather slippers. She reached
into the box, wrapped her fingers around the
right one and slowly pulled it out. She bent
the slipper over, testing its flexibility then
slapped it loudly across the palm of her
left hand. The smacking sound startled a few
other customers slightly. Not bothered by the
attention, Mandy slapped the sole against her
palm again and again. She then ran the slipper
beneath her nose, deeply inhaling the rich,
heady leather aroma.
Mandy brought the box to the front counter.
A young man in a bow tie who was manning the
register looked down at the slippers.
A confused look came across on his face.
“Are you sure these are the right size?”
“Doesn’t matter.” Mandy said, handing the clerk
her credit card. “I won't be wearing them.”
“Oh, so it’s a gift for a man.”
“Well, it may be his gift.” she said with a
wry smirk. “But I’m the one who’s going to
Still a bit befuddled by the woman’s words,
the sales clerk finished the transaction and
put the box in a bag.
“Here you go.”
Mandy opened the lid, removed the left slipper
and handed it to the man.
“You can keep this or throw it away. We won’t
be using it.”
She then turned and headed out of the store.
“Um... okay. Have a nice day.” he replied,
waving the unwanted slipper as he spoke.
“Thanks, you too.” Mandy replied politely as
she stepped out the door.
An older woman who’d heard the exchange
approached the counter with her purchase.
She noticed the perplexed look on the
“Slippers have more than one use.” she said
with a slightly wistful smile.
As she made her way through the mall, Mandy was
also smiling but the grin on her face was due
to eager anticipation. She would soon be facing
the music- a sound spanking with a well chosen
instrument across the knee of her loving
husband, Neil. And this would be no ordinary
sexual appetizer, this was his birthday.
The light bottom smacking sessions she normally
allowed Neil to administer often made Mandy
feel flirtatious, even a bit horny and usually
resulted in her pleasuring him with her hand
or mouth. But on those rare, special occasions
when Neil was given the green light to redden
her bottom with a full-fledged walloping,
she was invariably brought to a state of
uncontrollable carnal desire.
Neil arrived home at five-thirty to find a
package stylishly wrapped in colored paper on
the table in the foyer. He picked it up and
headed into the living room where he discovered
his wife clad in footy drop-seat long johns
kneeling beside the coffee table with her
“Happy birthday, sir.” she said, her eyes
“Thank you, my love.” Neil replied. He pursed
his lips and smacked them together so as to
send a kiss through midair.
Mandy bowed her head further to hide a
Removing the bow, Neil tore at the paper which
fell to the floor. He lifted the lid from
the box, tossed it aside as well, then gazed
upon the object inside.
“It’s perfect.” Neil whispered. “Just the thing.”
“Still...” Mandy relied, glancing up coyly.
“You might want to give it a test drive.”
In need of no further invitation, Neil walked to
the couch, seated himself, grabbed Mandy by the
arm and tugged her across his lap. He easily
undid the oversized buttons on the backside
of her long cotton underwear. Mandy felt a cool
breeze across the round, pale globes of her ass
as the flap was lowered.
The slipper flew into the air and came crashing
down with a thundering thwap across Mandy’s
unprotected bottom. She gasped at the severity
of the first blow. The next dozen swats brought
some yelps and grunts, but it was only an
overture to what would follow. Neil soon
delivered a rapid volley of spanks that left
Mandy wide-eyed and breathless.
Resounding smacks echoed throughout the house.
Mandy’s tears trickled downward and her feet
flew through the air as Neil gripped the stiff
yet pliable implement tightly in hand and laid
one burning leather kiss after another across
his sweetheart’s hot, flinching buttocks.
Neil continued slippering his wife’s jiggling
bottom until it was red, raw and swollen.
Finally, after she’d nearly lost her voice from
crying and was too exhausted to wiggle or kick,
he gave each of Mandy’s cheeks one last stinging
slap before tossing the slipper aside and
releasing her from his iron grip. Neil guided
Mandy to her feet only to push her away as he
removed his shirt.
“I want you naked... now!” he commanded.
Mandy practically leaped out of those long johns
and within seconds Neil was pulling her to
his chest and placing his mouth roughly
onto hers. Their lips meshed and slid against
each other as Mandy’s nails scraped their way
down Neil’s back. Unable to withstand another
moment of torment, he placed his hands firmly
on Mandy’s shoulders, spun her around and
bent her forward. Mandy gripped her shins
and lifted her ass on high, presenting herself
As Neil stepped back to remove his pants and
underwear, his wife craned her neck to watch.
“Now I’m really going to get it, aren’t I?”
“What do your eyes tell you?” Neil grunted,
giving his thick, hardened member a squeeze.
Mandy felt her husband’s powerful hands
steadying her quivering hips as she glanced
down at the thick leather slipper laying on
its side near the couch.
“Can I pick a gift or what?!” she thought.
"I'll love you 'til you can't sit down."
Post Number: 1679
|Posted on Tuesday, February 06, 2007 - 12:41 pm: ||
Very good!! I loved it!!
Post Number: 17
|Posted on Wednesday, February 07, 2007 - 09:48 am: ||
How exquisite!! I like her confidence in the shop and her anticipation. I liked the way giving her husband the slipper, inviting him to spank her, seemed to be both a token of love and something she desired herself.
What lives in my head is far more interesting than what happens in real life.
Post Number: 204
|Posted on Wednesday, February 07, 2007 - 03:18 pm: ||
I loved the self assuredness with the outside world!! Great story.
It's all a matter of perspective
Post Number: 41
|Posted on Sunday, February 11, 2007 - 10:07 pm: ||
Thanks to all who replied for your kind words
about my writing. I normally dole out spankings
by hand, but a leather slipper does make a
delightful smacking sound and I'm told it
delivers a wonderfully warm stinging sensation
when applied properly.
Your firm-handed friend,
"I'll love you 'til you can't sit down."
Post Number: 309
|Posted on Sunday, February 18, 2007 - 06:34 pm: ||
Wow, what a story! I am gonna mail it to a friend
A woman`s heart may be filled with an ocean of secrets but mine have all been released and I have a sore bottom to prove it!
Post Number: 4
|Posted on Sunday, June 08, 2008 - 09:10 pm: ||
I like that maybe i'll give it a try, bravo