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Callipyjean
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Username: Callipyjean
Post Number: 6
Registered: 11-2005
| | Posted on Friday, November 04, 2005 - 09:46 pm: | 
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Fast forward three months:
Dave and I spend most weekends together, except when he’s on duty. I’ve found a pretty good job, and my scorecards are usually more positive than negative. Dave gives me lots of encouragement, reminds me to write the positive stuff in my journal. Some Saturdays, when it’s too rainy to fish in the little pond, we spend the whole day in my bedroom. The only problem is…I’m learning so well, I never deserve spankings any more. Now, what am I to do? Dave only seems to understand spanking for discipline, not for fun!
We are in the midst of a heat wave. For ten straight days the temperature hasn’t been below 95 degrees, even at night. Friday we decided it was too hot even to barbeque, and had a pizza delivered. The locusts, and crickets, and mosquitoes made such a buzz, a person couldn’t even think. We were hot and irritated. It was too hot to eat, too hot to play, too hot to touch. I said “Let’s go swimming.”
“It’s too late, the pool closes in twenty minutes, and it has to be as crowded as a bathtub.”
“Lets go skinny dip in our pond.”
“That pond isn’t ours, it belongs to Pop Muller, who has it let on a long lease to the county. We mow it, and cart off the trash, in return for a tax rebate. Skinny dipping on county property is against the law, and illegality is what I am pledged to protect the good citizens of this county from.”
“Oh, Dave, don’t be stuffy, we’ll wait a couple more hours and we can go in my car,. It will be real late, no one will catch us, you know you say you roll up the streets a eleven pm. It’s so hot!”
“It’s too hot to wait, go put your suit on, and we’ll go right now.”
“But I always wanted to go skinny dipping. I’m over forty years old, and have never swum naked. Don’t you want to?”
“NO!”
“Liar, liar, pants…(oops! I swallowed the rest of that chant under my breath) as I ran upstairs to put on my swimsuit, a long tee shirt dress as a cover up, and sandals.
Dave found some old cut-offs in the trunk of his squad car and drove us to the pond. The County encourages its officers to drive their units when off duty to show their presence, I chuckled when we got to the little park to see that it was deserted. He turned off the engine, but left a spotlight shining on the water.
“Why are you doing that?” I asked.
“To scare away the snakes.”
“You’re just teasing, there aren’t any snakes around here.”
“You know that, and I know that, but do the snakes know that?” He asked cheerfully. “I just want to be able to keep an eye on you.”
“Why? You know I used to be on the swim team, I’m not going to drown.”
“Well, then, you can keep an eye on me. I sink if I’m not careful.”
“You’ve checked for snakes, scared them all away, now turn that stupid light off, every teenage couple around will remember this pond and want to come swimming with us.”
“Not if they see their loyal County Mountie Car.” I slid over to him, put my arms around his waist, nibbled gently on his ear, and whispered “It’s so romantic with that full moon, please turn off the spotlight.”
He growled “I bet I regret this” as he threw the switch.
The few times we had gone to the local pool, or used a friend’s hot tub I had appeared in a simple navy maillot suit, but tonight I had chosen a tiny black string bikini that I had previously ONLY worn in the privacy of the tanning salon. He might make me wear a suit, but he hadn’t specified what it had to cover. I pulled the tee shirt dress over my head, ran to the end of the dock and jumped in. Dave wasn’t far behind. The water felt warmer than the air, which made it about the same 98.6 as human blood.
“This is great,” Dave said “I can finally get some exercise.” And he struck off toward the opposite end at a steady crawl.
“How awfully energetic” I thought, as I swam around to the far side of the dock, and tied the strings of my bikini to a cleat designed to anchor a small rowboat. “Skinny dipping at last.” I swam around, thoroughly enjoying the moonlight, and the freedom of the sun warmed water on my skin. I was lazily floating on my back, with just my head out of the water when Dave came back. He swam up to me and put his arms around me. I put mine around his neck. Suddenly I didn’t like the expression on his face.
“Yolanda, where is your swimsuit?”
“I think it came off.”
“Are you telling me you lost it?”
“Nooo, I didn’t say it was lost.”
“You mean, you are willing to disobey me about skinny dipping, but are not willing to lie and say you lost it.”
“That’s exactly right, Deputy, Sir!” I giggled, at the same time I was reaching for the zipper on his old cut offs. I figured he couldn’t scold me too badly if he were in on the game too.”
“Yolanda, you leave my clothing alone, I will decide if it needs to come off.”
So I set out to convince him. There are lots of nice things a naked swimmer can do in the water to convince a sweet guy like Dave he shouldn’t be such a stick. I had tried most of them when he succumbed to the inevitable, and threw his cut offs up on the dock. At that point, I raced away, out of his reach, and he chased me all over the pond, with me swimming underwater, popping up just out of reach, and splashing him mightily. Finally he caught me, and I melted into his embrace, my arms and legs wrapped around him. He carried me very sweetly, like a bride over the threshold , toward the shore.
“Now we’re going to get what we both want, ” he murmured in my ear.
“Oh yummy “I thought, “skinny dipping, and outdoor love.”
He walked into the shallow water, seated himself on the dock and quickly turned me over his bare lap. His legs trapped mine, and he proceeded to blister my damp bottom with his callused hand.
“No Dave, no” I giggled, “Ow, ow, stop, stop”
“So you think it’s fun to trick me, huh lady?” He chuckled “well, we’ll just see about that.”
“ No, No, Ouch, Ow” I yelled, but it was obvious that not only was he spanking harder, but he was GETTING harder. I wiggled to dodge his hand, but also to encourage the other. He reached down and tossed a handful of water onto my burning backside.
“Oh, Dearie, you’re wet.” He chuckled.
“Oh Dearie, “ I mimicked “ I was already wet, and it’s not all water.”
He ran his hands into my private places, and felt them warm and slick.
“You like me to spank you, it turns you on.”
“I have solid evidence that it does the same to you, very solid.”
“How can you to say such a thing about a peace officer.” And his hand again made contact with my bottom, alternately spanking, and stroking, and he was getting harder…if that were possible.
“Please Dave, please, come inside me, please take me now!” And he did, in the shallow water, on the soft sand of the tiny beach.
And I never had to be undisciplined to get a spanking again. |
Pagan
Advanced Spanko
Username: Pagan
Post Number: 256
Registered: 05-2005
| | Posted on Friday, November 04, 2005 - 09:52 pm: |
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quote:“You mean, you are willing to disobey me about skinny dipping, but are not willing to lie and say you lost it.”
Loved that. 
Well shoot, Deputy. We brats have our standards, dontcha know?  |
Ziggy
Supreme Spanko
Username: Ziggy
Post Number: 902
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Saturday, November 05, 2005 - 10:54 am: |
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 I wanna go skinny dipping too !! great storie
when caught run faster then him
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Neoserenity87
Advanced Spanko
Username: Neoserenity87
Post Number: 268
Registered: 10-2005
| | Posted on Monday, November 07, 2005 - 02:35 pm: |
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dang, I wish I had a cop of my own! The good Lord knows I speed way too much for my own well being!
my life is a like an Iraqi box of chocolates, you never know what you're going to get, and even if you did...how the hell could you read the Arabic written on the map inside the damn box?
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Ziggy
Supreme Spanko
Username: Ziggy
Post Number: 1060
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Sunday, November 13, 2005 - 01:25 pm: |
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me too neo, damn it !!
when caught run faster then him !!
I am a TA junkie !!
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