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Spanking Den Member's Spanking Stories Jan - Feb 2006 That Voodoo You Do -by Alex B.

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Alex_b
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Post Number: 35
Registered: 04-2005

Posted on Monday, January 09, 2006 - 07:50 am:

THAT VOODOO YOU DO
by Alex B.

This happened over twenty years ago, but as
I look back at my high school days, I can
clearly picture the girl I dated early in
my senior year, who I’ll call Michelle.
I jokingly threatened to spank her on several
occasions but never so much as patted her rear,
even in play, if there was anyone else around.
All the rude, dimwitted boys smacked girls on
the ass to show how cool or macho they were.
But I was taught that a gentleman never acted
like that, certainly not in front of others.
And it may seem strange, but for me there was a
marked difference between embarrassing a young
woman publicly by slapping her bottom and
privately bringing her enjoyment through the
very same gesture.

Michelle knew I wanted to spank her and I
doubt this was due to my playful comments.
She’d probably heard about my preference from
a girl I’d dated. (I later learned that my
nickname among certain young ladies at that
high school was “Spanky”.)

One night, Michelle and I parked in a secluded
spot near Lake Murray in my mother’s car.
After a few minutes of preliminary kissing and
fumbling around, we climbed into the backseat
for some advanced kissing and fumbling around.
At one point, Michelle pushed me back a bit then
smiled at me knowingly before slowly slithering
across my lap. I looked down in disbelief at my
girlfriend’s lovely denim-encased rump. I placed
my left hand on her back as my right roamed
across the curvy contours of her jeans.

“So... how would you like it?” I asked,
honestly not sure whether she wanted me to give
her a few friendly swats or a genuine four-alarm
fanny scorching.

“I’ll tell you what... ” she purred as she
glanced at me wickedly over her shoulder.
“Why don’t you just do that voodoo that you do
so well?”

Rather than ask where Michelle had learned of
my talent, (or for that matter where she’d heard
a Cole Porter song) I simply began to massage
her bottom. She responded favorably to this,
sighing and moaning as I pressed deeply into the
fleshiness of her firm, round buttocks. Then I
started patting and lightly slapping her ass.
I grew bolder with each smack and was soon
spanking my sweetheart quite soundly.

After a long volley of solid swats, Michelle
lifted her hips and started unbuckling her belt.
Always the gentleman, I helped to loosen and
lower her pants to her knees.

The next few minutes were like a feverish dream.

I remember continuing to swat my girlfriend
across the seat of her thin cotton panties.
I don’t remember pulling them down, but I know
Michelle’s bottom was bare and that she was
grunting and squealing with delight when I
brought the spanking to a furious climax. I gave
her hot little backside one last stinging swat,
then rolled her over and brought her up so that
she was sitting in my lap. I hugged her and as
we kissed I could taste her warm, salty tears
on my lips.

We tried to take our passion the full distance,
but found it nearly impossible to undress in the
back of a ’75 Toyota, much less have sex without
getting badly cramped or seriously injured.
So we opted to finish each other off manually.
Once again I took Michelle across my lap, this
time to satisfy her with my fingers and was
treated in turn with a vigorous handjob
accompanied by sporadic kisses to the head
of my swollen member.

I got Michelle back to her house well before
her curfew.

She called me shortly after I’d arrived home.

“I had a great time.” she said, adding: “I can’t
believe you made me like that so much!”

I had several other dates with Michelle and on
most of them she got a good spanking, but none
would prove as memorable as that special evening
on the shores of Lake Murray.

THE END

(Message edited by Alex_b on January 09, 2006)

I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury. - Groucho Marx