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Username: Alex_b

Post Number: 48
Registered: 04-2005

Posted on Saturday, October 13, 2007 - 03:32 am:   Edit Post

by Alex B.

Dressed in a fetching pink and red harem girl
outfit, Trisha Rogers stood in her kitchen
humming the theme to “I Dream of Jeannie”
as she unwrapped and dropped the last of
several caramels into a sauce pan. She then
took some apples from the fridge and began
washing them in the sink. It was Halloween
night and she was making a special treat to
bring to a costume party at her friend
Monica’s house. Her boyfriend, Brian would
be there and she knew that a caramel apple
was his favorite treat.

Actually, it was a distant second on Brian's
list of treats. His chief favorite was taking
Trisha across his knee and spanking her bottom
until it was as red as an apple. And there
were few things Trisha enjoyed more than a
bottom warming from her lover, but she’d
learned long ago to play the part of the
reluctant participant. She’d beg not to be
spanked, protest when her panties were taken
down and kick and cry the whole time her
"punishment" was being administered.
Afterward, she’d rub her bottom and pout
angrily as if the experience hadn’t brought
her to the brink of orgasm. This act of hers
made the event more exciting for both of them
and never failed in getting Brian harder than
a two-by-four.

Just as Trisha finished putting sticks into
the apples, her telephone rang.

“Hello?” Trisha said, picking up the receiver
as she put the sauce pan on the stove.

“Hello, Trisha.” a raspy voice whispered.

“Uh... hi. Hey, is that you, Brian?”

“What are you doing?”

“Making caramel apples.” Trisha said, putting
the burner on low and setting the timer for
five minutes.

“Mmmm! Sounds yummy!” the voice said.

“Who is this?” she asked as if she didn't know.

“The question is... where am I?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Do you like spanking movies, Trisha?”

“You mean like discipline videos?”

“No, I mean mainstream movies that have
spanking scenes in them.”

“Like ‘McClintock’?”

“Ah, you’ve seen that one!”

“Yeah, my boyfriend Brian has it on DVD.
Doesn’t Maureen O’Sullivan gets spanked with
a bath brush or something in that one?”

“Maureen O’Hara... and it was a coal shovel.
Stephanie Powers gets it too.”

“Okay, now I know this is you, Brian! Only you
could be into spanking this much!”

“Ever been spanked with a coal shovel, Trisha?”

“No. But my boyfriend threatened to paddle me
with a little cinder shovel a few weeks ago.
But I’m sure you remember that... don’t you,

“And where do you keep that shovel?”

“It’s in the den, near the fireplace.”

“Are you sure? Better check and see.”

With that the phone went dead.

Trisha shrugged and headed into the den.
There, next the hearth, was the ash broom and
fire poker, but the matching cinder shovel was
nowhere to be seen. Trisha was also puzzled to
see that a chair had been placed in the middle
of the room. It hadn’t been there before.
She quickly turned to leave but suddenly the
lights went out. Before she knew what was
happening, a dark figure was taking her by the
arm and pulling her somewhere. She could hear
the chair creak as her assailant sat down and
hauled her over his lap.

Trisha was still convinced that her boyfriend
was playing a prank on her. And yet the hands
that held her in place seemed firmer, stronger
than Brian's somehow. She struggled to turn
her head and look back over her shoulder.
She couldn't make out much in the darkness,
only the silhouette of a man who seemed to be
wearing a cowboy hat was visible in the scant
beams of moonlight that vaguely illuminated
the room.

Then Trisha saw the shape of the missing shovel
as it was lifted into the air. There was a
faint whooshing sound followed by a loud clang
as the flat end of the shovel made contact with
Trisha’s backside. She yelped at the force of
the swat. She'd known the flat smack of a
paddle and the sharp sting of more than one
hairbrush, but this was different. It was
harder and seemed more direct. It covered more
area and it really stung! Another slap quickly
landed causing Trisha to gasp. The clanging
sound as each swat landed added a dimension to
the spanking that Trisha found oddly erotic.
There was a certain humiliating charm to the
fact that each smack had a ring of its own.
Over and over the shovel came down onto
the young woman's scantily clad cheeks.
The gossamer fabric of her silken genie costume
offered Trisha's bottom little protection
against the onslaught of stinging spanks.

Although this surprise attack seemed like a
cruel, over-the-top practical joke, Trisha
had to admit to herself that it was fairly
exhilarating. She even began to fantasize that
the dark figure paddling her was in fact not
her boyfriend, but some sort of ghostly
stranger who had watched her from afar,
longed to spank her and was now fulfilling
his deepest desire. The idea tickled Trisha's
fancy so much that she began lifting her
hips making it easier for this phantom spanker
to yank down the lower half of her costume
and gain access to her bare bottom.

Just then, the bell on the oven timer went off
causing Trisha to snap back into reality.
Soon she was begging to be let up.

“Please, Brian! My caramel is going to burn!”

There was a brief pause and then the shovel
landed two more times, delivering a powerful
swat to each cheek. The next thing Trisha knew
she was tumbling onto the floor. A moment later
she could hear her front door being opened
quickly then slammed shut. A moment after that,
the lights came back on.

When Trisha arrived at Monica’s party, it
didn’t take her long to spot her boyfriend.
He was the one in the living room wearing a
cowboy outfit casually chatting with a couple
dressed up as Petruchio and Kate from
“The Taming of the Shrew”. After putting the
tray of caramel apples down next to the punch
bowl, she advanced on him ready to smack his
face for frightening her so. But just as she
neared him, her cell phone rang. Stopping dead
in her tracks to answer it, Trisha's jaw
dropped as she heard a raspy voice on the
other end.

“Happy Halloween, Trish! Thanks for letting me
spank you. It was a scream!”

A moment later, Brian and several other party
guests ran to the aid of their friend Trisha,
who for some reason had suddenly fainted and
collapsed onto the living room floor.

"I'll love you 'til you can't sit down."
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Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Tammynx

Post Number: 2390
Registered: 10-2005

Posted on Saturday, October 13, 2007 - 10:08 am:   Edit Post

That was great!!!!

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Supreme Spanko
Username: Pinkcheeks

Post Number: 1430
Registered: 12-2005

Posted on Saturday, October 13, 2007 - 02:34 pm:   Edit Post

who WAS that masked cowboy???!!!
Great story!!!
"Do I have to be good ALL the time?"
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Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie

Post Number: 1724
Registered: 04-2005

Posted on Saturday, October 13, 2007 - 04:35 pm:   Edit Post

A great read, as always! Thank you so much, Alex!
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Advanced Spanko
Username: Buenaventura

Post Number: 828
Registered: 04-2006

Posted on Sunday, October 14, 2007 - 09:44 am:   Edit Post

Thanks Alex.As always great!!
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Username: O4mstrsnee

Post Number: 34
Registered: 08-2007
Posted on Monday, October 15, 2007 - 08:49 pm:   Edit Post

I enjoyed this and made me wish I would get a visit from a masked cowboy

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