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Cheekychipmunk
New member
Username: Cheekychipmunk
Post Number: 4
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Monday, May 15, 2006 - 10:16 pm: | 
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Approx. ½ mile up the creek Anne realized she had been wading and not paying any attention to how far she had wandered off. Yellow Leaf Creek has several twists and turns. Anne looks around and realizes she is a long way from their special area and attempts to get her bearings on which turns she took on her way upstream. Sure she knew this creek like the back of her hand, only ¼ of a mile because that was always as far as she was allowed to wander off while playing there with her brother, cousins, and friends.
Anne turned and started back downstream and came to turn in the creek. Which way had she went right or left? Damn and double damn. Neal didn’t know much about the creek except the area she had shown him. Taking the left turn Anne wandered until she heard someone calling her name. Turning around she realized that Neal was on the other side of the turn she had taken. Trudging back toward the sound of Neal’s voice she comes back to the turn in the creek. Neal is standing on the bank looking about as happy as a grizzly bear woken up to early from his winters slumber. As Anne takes a step to go toward the bank of the creek she happens to step on a very slippery rock and falls on the rock landing with a loud thud on her poor bottom.
Neal asks “You alright?”
“Yeah! Just my pride hurt.” Anne replies
“More than that is going to be hurt in a few minutes!” Neal sternly replies.
Anne laughs it off, thinking he is just jabbering and joking. Slowly and ever so steadily Anne gets up and finally makes her way across to Neal.
Neal helps her over the last few rocks and onto the creek bank and into his arms. Once there they hug and Neal makes sure Anne is okay.
All of a sudden Neal is sitting down on a log and is pulling her over his knees. Anne starts struggling trying to get off his lap. “What are you doing?”, Anne squeals. In response Neal applies several hard swats to her wet already slightly bruised backside. Anne squeals and begs Neal to stop. To her surprise he does. But not to stop the spanking, to continue spanking her on her panty clad bottom. Neal while having no trouble holding Anne in place with one arm, slides down her wet shorts (Anne made the mistake of wearing elastic waist nylon shorts) to her knees and admires the body icing panties she chose to wear. Completely see-through white panties. Tightening his grip on her once more Neal rains down swats hard and fast all over her cheeks, from top to bottom of each cheek and to her sit spots. Back and forth he goes with the rhythm until he can see redness through her panties. Anne crying, squealing, and wriggling for all she is worth and begging for him to stop, suddenly stops when she realizes there are no more swats raining down on her poor cheeks but instead Neal’s hand is lightly caressing her cheeks and lower back. Turning her head she moans at the lovely caress and snuggles closer onto Neal’s lap. Feeling Anne attempting to push herself up off of his lap, after several minutes of soothing rubbing, Neal replies “Just where do you think you are going young lady?”
Anne freezes and turns her head to look at Neal with pleading eyes. “ I said I was sorry” she whimpers.
“ I know you are, but you have a lesson to learn!” Neal replies in a quite steely voice.
Shuddering, Anne leans her head with hair dangling down hiding her face and attempts to ready herself for whatever is coming next.
Neal holds Anne tighter against him with one arm and slides his other arm under Anne’s waist to pull down her panties. Anne stiffens and attempts to keep Neal from removing her panties. Neal gives her two sharp swats with the piece of drift wood he found, while searching for her. Anne never noticed the piece of wood in his hands until it rained down those two swats on her unprotected rear. “OOOWWWWW” Anne squeals and twists and turns.
“Do not tighten up your muscles and let those panties come down to your knees or you get 10 more just like those two swats” Neal states in a steely voice.
Anne with tears rolling down her face she relaxes her muscles and allows him to take her panties down to her knees. Rubbing her cheeks with his gentle caress. (Anne wondering: How the hell can a man’s hands feel so lovely and tender one moment and then be hard as if made out of iron or steel the next)
Neal feels Anne relax and raises the drift wood paddle and brings in down in sessions of four swats on each cheek: top, middle, bottom, sit spot. Neal continues to do this for 6 sessions. Anne squirming, crying, and begging for Neal to stop. Neal eases up and starts to caress her cheeks and back and thighs until she isn’t sobbing anymore.
Neal helps Anne up and gently sits her on his lap to hold and cuddle her until she isn’t crying anymore.
Anne apologizes for not waiting for Neal to go walking or wading and for scaring him.
Neal accepts Anne’s apology and tells her all is forgiven.
Anne feels bad about ruining their special day, but Neal surprises her by stating “Getting to show the person you love, just how much love them, does not ruin a special day. And this way I know there will always be spice in our life.”} |
Blistering_blonde
Junior Spanko
Username: Blistering_blonde
Post Number: 59
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Monday, May 15, 2006 - 10:42 pm: |
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OH i love it ..Ihope we are invited into more of the spice of there lives stories ...AND OUCH ...driftwood ...OH that would HURT |
Pinkcheeks
Spanko
Username: Pinkcheeks
Post Number: 416
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 16, 2006 - 09:30 am: |
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 well done!!
"Thought I WAS being a good girl...really I did!"
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Tplayer
New member
Username: Tplayer
Post Number: 21
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 16, 2006 - 12:14 pm: |
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I love it if my husband was as take charge as Neal. Good story; keep it going!
It's all a matter of perspective
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Cheekychipmunk
New member
Username: Cheekychipmunk
Post Number: 7
Registered: 05-2006
| | Posted on Tuesday, May 16, 2006 - 01:58 pm: |
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I too wish my hubby was more dominant but we have only been in the spanking scene a few years and we are still working the kinks out of it. We are each learning what the other likes and dislikes. WE were actually married several years before I had the courage to come up with letting him know I liked spankings. He is usually game for anything. LOL like most men. |
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