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Username: Sassypants
Post Number: 6
Registered: 07-2007
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This is a story I posted on another site I belong to...just thought some of you might enjoy reading it..
I was having a rough week at work; everyone was unhappy and I was tired of hearing the same old problems. My patience was wearing thin and it was glaring when he and I would chat. I felt safe being sassy, smart, and disrespectful to him: he was in Long Island, a few states away and unable to do anything about it. He would threaten me with a hard spanking if I didn't straighten up; but really? What could he do?
I was driving home from work after a particularly hectic day, one in which I angered my supervisor with a mild outburst. I didn't care; boy, was I in a foul mood! I was gritting my teeth, driving through the heavy traffic trying to get home. I was getting more and more upset by the minute. As I pulled into the driveway, everything changed.......there he was, leaning against the trunk of his car as if he didn't have a care in the world. I was suddenly overcome by shock at his being there, as well as a deep seeded dread that was slowly making it's way through the pit of my stomach. How could he be here? What am I going to do? My tough, quick decision making exterior crumbled away as I looked at the man who was going to shortly upend me over his knee and give me a hard spanking like a little girl. All of my frustration and anger quickly turned to the fear of the unknown. I could tell he was slightly amused by my expression, from the small smile on his face. This snapped me into my defensive mode again and I was able to slightly regain my composure as I exited the vehicle.
We said hello and I got a really good look at his physique. He was much bigger than he looked in his picture and I could see he definitely had a muscular upper body. I began noticing how masculine his hands were. He had spankers' hands. He saw me looking at them and said, "Well, young lady, I will introduce you to these in a minute...but in the meantime, what do you have to say for yourself?" I began biting my bottom lip. He said those dreaded words "young lady". I was instantly transported back in time to a mumbling, naughty teenager. My mouth suddenly became dry.
"I am waiting for an answer young lady!", he said. I snapped out of my stupor and said, "I'm thirsty?" He proceeded to grab me by the arm, twisting my backside toward him and delivered a couple of hard smacks. SMACK! SMACK! I was shocked! He did it right in front of my house! Where everyone could see! I asked him to repeat the question and was rewarded with him grabbing me around the waist, bending me forward and delivering five hard swats..."You..SMACK!..know...SMACK!...what...SMACK!...the....SMACK...question....
SMACK!....was younglady!" I was now horrifed! I answered him quickly with a bunch of excuses and apologized. I couldn't think straight; all I could think about was the neighbors watching me get spanked in my yard.
His voice cut through my thoughts and brought me quickly back to reality, "Open your door NOW young lady, we have some things to discuss." I fumbled with the keys in the lock and dropped them on the ground, careful to bend away from his hands lest I get another barrage of spanks for not doing it quick enough. He stood behind me and with a low voice spoke directly into my ear, "You are in for the spanking of your life, young lady....you know that, don't you?" I couldn't respond, my breath caught in my throat and all I could do was nod.
I opened the door and found myself instantly grabbed by the ear and dragged into the living room. I responded, "Owwwwwwww, I'm sorry." His mouth was a tight line and I knew I was in trouble. I could see his jaw muscles clenching as he led me. I felt like a naughty, little girl....I was a grown woman! What was happening!? In one fluid motion he pulled me over his knee and trapped my legs. I began telling him, "Wait, I can explain!"; "I didn't mean all of those things I said!"; "I was only playyyyy....SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! His hand fell on my bottom with a furious pace.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "So you think you can disrespect and sass me, and get away with it?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "Nooooooooo, I'm sorry!" SMACK!
SMACK! "What happens to naughty girls,Linda?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "I didn't hear you Linda!?" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! "They get..SMACK! ..
they get...SMACK!...spaaaaaaaaaaaanked!", I cried.
He orders me to stand up which I slowly do with a slightly smoldering backside. "Take down your pants, young lady." I begin to tell him that I don't want to, "Nooooooooo, do I have to? I don't want to." He quickly stands up, grabs me by the wrist and drags me toward to the bedroom. The whole way, my mind is a blur. I am putting up a little resistance which causes his grip to tighten and he suddenly stops and tells me,"If you don't stop resisting me Linda, you will not be able to sit for a month". While keeping his grip on my wrist, he puts his nose directly in front of mine, "DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" I shake my head up and down and tell him,"Yes Sir". He then pulls me into the bedroom where he turns me at the edge of the bed so I am facing him. "Linda, take your pants down NOW or I will." I am stuck...I can't avoid the spanking, but maybe I can delay it. I fumble with the button on my jeans...hoping he will change his mind. I slowly drag the zipper down and next thing I know, he has grabbed the sides of my pants and panties and pulled them straight down to my knees. My face turns a deep shade of red as he has now seen my most intimate parts. "Sit", he says. I quickly sit trying to recover from my embarassment and giving me more coverage on my naked torso.
I sit on the edge of the bed clenching and unclenching my hands, taking quick looks at him. I am unable to look directly into his eyes. "Linda, look at me." My eyes dart all over the room, taking quick looks at his eyes. I don't like the determination I see in them. "You are going to learn to do as I say WHEN I say it and you are going to learn what disrespect and a smart mouth earn you". I look at him and see him beginning to pull his thick black belt from the loops of his pants. My eyes widen in horror. He pulls the belt out of the loops with one final SWISH and doubles it in his hand...
"Life is not a problem to be solved, but an adventure to be lived."
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