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Callipyjean
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Username: Callipyjean
Post Number: 11
Registered: 11-2005
| | Posted on Monday, November 07, 2005 - 11:35 pm: | 
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Last Ride in the Fall
Tim and Deedee had a wonderful spring and summer. They went out, they spent time together, they took long weekend trips on the Harley, they made love, and sometimes the lovemaking involved spanking, just for fun. Sometimes Deedee would brat Tim until he just had to take her over his knee, and two or three times when Tim was being particularly obstreperous and puffed up with testosterone, she would order him across her lap for correction, release, and renewal. The October rains held off until November, and they had some wonderful rides through autumn leaves in the state parks. But November caught up with them, and the Harley was still at Tim’s when the nighttime temperatures dropped below freezing, and the November rains formed a thin sheet of ice on the streets. In previous winters, the Harley had been covered with a tarp and stood in the middle of Tim’s car port while his pickup sat in the driveway. But, since there was space at the end of Deedee’s garage, the bike was to have a winter berth there, so the pickup could go under cover. Tim had meant to take the bike up to Deedee’s last weekend, but the weather wasn’t too bad for a few more rides. Now, with ice on the streets until noon or later, he’d have to load it into the truck and drive it over. Damn, what a lot of trouble. He could ride over very carefully, and not have a problem with the ice. He got up Saturday morning, and pulled on his heavy coat. He called Deedee and asked her “Are you cooking breakfast this morning?”
“Well, I can, what do you want?”
“Pancakes in about half an hour, then I’ll take a look at your furnace if you want me to, check you windows and such, get you ready for winter.”
“That would be great, you’re bringing the bike this morning, won’t it take you more time than that to get it loaded.”
“I’ll just ride it over, it’s no problem.”
“Tim, it got down to 29 last night, and I know it was spitting rain. There is ice out there, I’ll postpone the pancakes, and the furnace and you put the Harley on the truck.”
“Deedee, I know what I’m doing, I can ride that Harley on a frozen lake if I have to, I’ll be fine.”
“And if you don’t you and the bike will both be skinned up, or worse. This is a safety issue, if you hurt yourself I am going to be pissed.”
“I’ll be there in thirty minutes, safe and sound.”
But he wasn’t, and he wasn’t there in forty five, and he wasn’t there in an hour. At an hour and a quarter Deedee was headed for her car, about to set out on his route to her house, carrying her cell phone, when he rode jauntily into her driveway, covered in mud.”
She unlocked the garage and he rode in. She pulled the door down behind them. “How are you? Are you OK?”
“Yes, I’m fine,”
“What happened?”
“Nothing much., I had a flat tire.”
“Wonder what caused that?”
“It might have been the curb I slammed into when I slid on a puddle of ice at a blind corner. Deedee I don’t need this. I had to walk to the gas station, get them to pull the tire, and wait for someone to go get a new tube. I’m bruised, and muddy, and I need some breakfast, and a bath, and a hot cup of coffee.”
She reached up, grabbed a handful of ear lobe/side burn/beard, and spoke directly into his face. “What you need is a brain above the waist instead of below it. You could have slid under a truck instead of into a curb. I have been chewing my nails for forty five minutes, over something that we both know you shouldn’t have done in the first place. This is a safety issue, as I pointed out before you started. There are any number of things you could have done, but you chose to endanger yourself for no reason, and against both our better judgment. Take your jeans and skivvies down and get across that bike.”
“Deedee, it was a little accident, no one got hurt.”
“What are you going to do about those scratches and dents in the bike, it was an avoidable accident. Don’t take the risk if you’re not willing to take the consequences, you know that.”
He looked at her implacable face, reached for the zipper on his jeans, and draped himself across the bike as ordered. There was an old ping pong set in the back of the garage, and Deedee reached into it for one of the paddles. “Since I have been worrying for forty five minutes, I think forty five swats with this would be in order, unless you have bruises from the fall I don’t know about.”
“I told you I’m fine Deedee.” The paddle landed hard.
“And that one for disrespect, won’t count.”
“ I mean forty five for your worry would be fair Ma’am.”
The pops were not terribly hard, but their rhythm was relentless. Deedee counted, and for the first twenty, he was stoic, gritting his teeth and wincing, but as the swats proceeded toward the sensitive skin of the back of his thighs, tears ran down his face, and he began to mumble under his breath.
“Tim, punishment swats that cause cursing don’t count.”
She continued to spank, and though the tears flowed and he began to plead, “please,” and “sorry.” He did not break into sobs. When she got to forty-five, and he would have stood up, she put her hand on his back and said, “Stay there. Since I can’t ride you around the roughest roads in two counties to impress this lesson clearly into your butt, I am going to add a few strokes of the belt to finish you off.” Deedee reached down and pulled his own belt out of the loops and doubled it. The first stroke fell directly across his sit spot, and he burst into sobs. Three more strokes, each lower than the last, and she let the belt drop, and cradled his head against her.
“Tim, I can’t loose you, I can’t, please no more unnecessary risks.” He pulled up his jeans and they both reached into pockets for handkerchiefs. Tim wiped his face, blew his nose, and picked up his belt.
“Deedee, I strongly recommend we skip breakfast, skip the furnace, skip lunch, and go straight to bed.”
“I’ll race you.”
“You just go get naked, Lady, I will make the decisions from now on.” |
Hunny
Spanko
Username: Hunny
Post Number: 501
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, November 08, 2005 - 07:06 pm: |
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WOW! Loved it!
I was right! There are more! |
Ziggy
Advanced Spanko
Username: Ziggy
Post Number: 982
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Wednesday, November 09, 2005 - 09:52 am: |
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how wonderful.he really needed it for sure, yeah good for her
when caught run faster then him
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