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Alex_b
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Username: Alex_b
Post Number: 25
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, October 02, 2005 - 06:32 am: | 
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PARTY OF TWO
by Alex B.
A few nights ago I found myself thinking about
that party at Kurt and Rachel’s last summer.
If you remember, we showed up at nine.
The invitation was for seven-thirty but,
due to several thoroughly avoidable delays,
we arrived unfashionably late. For some reason,
you waited until the moment we were suppose to
leave home to re-sculpt your hair. Then you
changed clothes twice and after that you picked
a fight with me over what I was wearing, so then
I had to change. Slowing us down further was
that little stop we made on route to the party.
I’ll never forget the look on your face as
I pulled over to the side of the road and
shut off the engine. One glimpse into my eyes
told you just how fed up I was with your childish
behavior and I’m sure you knew exactly
what I was going to do about it.
You once told me that there's a look I get,
a certain curve in my eyebrows just before I
take you in hand- a look that makes your mouth
go dry and your ass cheeks twitch.
I unbuckled myself then undid your safety belt
and pushed the front seat back, making it
easier to move over and haul you across my lap.
(There’s a reason I've never owned a car with
bucket seats.) Without ceremony I began slapping
the seat of that little plaid skirt you'd
finally decided to wear. You were kicking up
something fierce by the time I'd spanked you for
about three minutes and although I could barely
hear you over the sound of the cars whizzing
nearby, you seemed to be saying you were sorry.
I was tempted to yank down your panties and give
you the walloping you deserved, but we were
already running late and I didn't want to make
you cry too much because then your eyes would
be puffy all night. So instead I lifted your
skirt and delivered two sound smacks, one to
each of your pink, panty-clad cheeks, to remind
you I meant business before allowing you to
sit up again.
We continued on to the party in silence, you
with your arms angrily folded, pouting all
the way.
Kurt had barely finished greeting us at the
door when you broke away and made a beeline for
the bar. After downing two drinks you were
arguing politics with Rachel, manipulatively
playing devil’s advocate to her every opinion.
Then, suddenly appearing terribly bored, you
walked off while she was in mid sentence and
spent the next half hour continuing to make
a spectacle of yourself. If you weren’t openly
flirting with one guest, you were embarrassing
another with an off-color joke.
I honestly don’t know what gets into your
head sometimes. It’s almost as if you want
to get into trouble.
During your third trip to the bar, you made a
small scene with Kurt about having far too much
ice in your drink.
“Excuse me, Kurt,” I said, taking the glass
from your hand and placing it on the bar as
I spoke. “Could I borrow your bedroom for a
few minutes? This young lady and I need to have
a nice long talk.”
The intense look on my face and the sudden
blush coming across yours made it evident that
conversation was not the sole purpose of
my request.
“Certainly.” our host said, raising an eyebrow
as he looked in your direction. “End of the hall,
second door on the right. Take your time.”
I turned to take you by the arm, then stopped.
“Oh, I don’t suppose you have a large hairbrush
I could use?"
"I do." Rachel said from across the room.
At that moment, you realized that nearly
everyone at the party was aware of this
conversation and the trip down the hall you
were about to take. A quick glance at their
amused faces only served to confirm this.
“Wood?” I inquired.
“Oak.” she replied happily, her eyes fixed
on yours. “Very solid. Should be perfect!
Top middle drawer beneath the sink.”
As I took your wrist and briskly hauled you away
from the others, you tried not to notice their
giddy laughter and excited whispers.
“Someone’s gonna get it!” a woman commented in
a sing-song voice reminiscent of a schoolyard.
“Big time!” someone agreed.
“Bottoms up!” Kurt announced, raising his glass
as I yanked you down the hall.
You stood breathlessly near the mirrored closet
as I shut the door of the master bedroom and
stepped into the bathroom. I returned a moment
later armed with an antique wooden hairbrush.
“I’m not even going to bother listing everything
you’ve done to deserve the tanning you’re about
to get, there isn’t enough time!” I stated as I
sat on the edge of the bed. “So just pull your
panties down and bend over my knee! Right now!”
You obviously didn’t believe I’d actually
spank you with a large a group of people not
twenty feet away because, instead of following
instructions, you slowly sauntered over and
sat on my lap.
“Come on, baby. ” you purred as you ran your
fingers through my hair. “You don’t want to
do that.” I closed my eyes and bowed my head
slightly as you ground yourself against me
while strategically placing tiny kisses down
my neck. You probably noticed my right hand,
the one holding the brush, fall onto the bed
and assumed that your seductive techniques
had won me over. So I imagine you were more
than a bit surprised when, instead of lyng back
and allowing you to have your way with me,
I reached up, grabbed your ear and gave it
a firm upward tug causing you to lift yourself
into a semi-standing position.
“Listen up, buttercup! You may have walked in
wearing a plaid skirt, but if I have to take
off my belt, you’re going to leave with
a striped ass! So you better kick off those
panties and bend over my knee this instant,
‘cause I’m in no mood, Miss Attitude!”
I’m not sure if it was the tone I used or my
choice of words, but something must have gotten
through because as soon as I released your ear
you practically leaped out of your underwear
and dove across my lap.
I folded back your skirt, gripped your waist
firmly in my left hand and took a deep breath.
The brush rose swiftly into the air then fell
with a thunderous smack across your left cheek.
You gasped and then squealed as another swat
stung you on the right. After the first volley
of a dozen or so preliminary swats, I shifted
into high gear and began spanking you in earnest.
The strokes were fast and hard. I’d land six
sharp swats consecutively to the same spot on
one cheek before concentrating on the other.
Each slap of the brush found its mark with
ruthless efficiency and it wasn’t long before
you were kicking and wailing for mercy.
Eventually, the spanking and crying subsided
followed by much rubbing of sore flesh, many
soothing words and the wiping away of tears.
After you’d spent some time composing yourself,
you came out of the bathroom and we held each
other for a while before rejoining the party.
We exited the bedroom to some scattered applause
which quickly died down as the other guests
politely continued their conversations.
I offered to get you a drink which you politely
declined preferring to go find Rachel and Kurt.
I stood by the bar and watched with a sense of
pride as you apologized not only to out host
and hostess, but to everyone you had encountered
while acting the brat.
Your behavior on the drive home was exemplary,
though the way you “apologized” to me almost
got us into an accident a few times. (I really
shouldn’t let you do that while I’m behind
the wheel.)
You did take a another trip across my knee when
we got back to the house, though I suspect
having that cooling balm we kept in the fridge
slathered all over your twice-baked buns
qualified the third time as a charm. How can
I be sure? Perhaps it was the way you hugged and
kissed me afterward. Or maybe it was the way you
jumped onto the bed, put your head down and
waved your beet-red fanny in my direction that
told me another party was about to begin.
THE END
I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury. - Groucho Marx
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Smartnnaughty
Advanced Spanko
Username: Smartnnaughty
Post Number: 293
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, October 02, 2005 - 10:41 am: |
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Alex,
The quality of your writing and the insight you have is incredible wonderful. How do you manage to be so consistently terrific at story telling?
I also love the picture with your name--good choice.
Just so you know, I always get a little excited when I see you have posted something new. Thank you so much.
I try to take one day at a time -- but sometimes several days attack me at once.
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Ziggy
Advanced Spanko
Username: Ziggy
Post Number: 480
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, October 02, 2005 - 10:59 am: |
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that was a really good story, I enjoyed it. I really wish I could write like that. |
Bethie
Moderator/Spanking Aficionado
Username: Bethie
Post Number: 384
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, October 02, 2005 - 05:08 pm: |
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Wonderful story, Alex! 
You're a great writer. Thanks for sharing this with us. |
Babyj4
Advanced Spanko
Username: Babyj4
Post Number: 328
Registered: 09-2005
| | Posted on Monday, October 03, 2005 - 08:06 am: |
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I loved it, it was wonderfully written, and I hope to read more soon.
Babyj- worlds cutest little brat!
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Alex_b
New member
Username: Alex_b
Post Number: 26
Registered: 04-2005
| | Posted on Friday, October 07, 2005 - 11:27 pm: |
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Thanks to Smartnnaughty, Ziggy, Bethie
and Babyj4! I hope my words took you to
the woodshed and taught you a lesson! 
Your firm-handed friend,
Alex B.
"I'll love you 'til you can't sit down!"
I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury. - Groucho Marx
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Ziggy
Supreme Spanko
Username: Ziggy
Post Number: 565
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Monday, October 10, 2005 - 01:33 pm: |
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Ziggy I always loved a trip out to the woodhed......grin |
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