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Thephantom
New member
Username: Thephantom
Post Number: 13
Registered: 01-2006
| | Posted on Friday, February 24, 2006 - 01:38 am: | 
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Here's my first story, everyone. Please tell me if you like it/ if there's something I should improve about it.
"This can't be happening!" Lotte exclaimed. "I can't find Reese's present anywhere!" Lotte and her friend Michelle had searched in vain for two long hours for the 10" by 10" by 5" box of sex games Lotte had bought for Reese.
“Where the hell did you put it?" Michelle asked breathlessly. “Try to retrace your steps.”
"I don't know," Lotte replied, "I thought I left it in my dresser."
She had ordered the box of various sex games (Strip Checkers, Strip Poker and, of course, Quick-Twister) online weeks in advance, even after Reese set a price limit on her presents. Which she broke. Deliberately. She figured that Reese would never find out, but if he did, there would be a good strapping in store for her. "A win-win situation," she told herself.
Lotte sighed, "Well, it's got to be somewhere…maybe I'll check the car again." On her way outside, she remembered something: the day before, she had taken the games from her dresser and placed them on the front seat of her car, just in case Reese decided to search for his presents inside. But then, why weren’t they still in the car when she checked the first time?
This time, Lotte looked more carefully. The games were nowhere to be seen, but a small, folded piece of paper was on her front seat. She must have been in such a hurry the first time she checked that she’d ignored it. She picked it up and unfolded it, revealing something that made her blood run cold. As soon as she noticed that the writing was in Sharpie, she knew it was from Reese. Reese loved Sharpies. She glanced at the letter. It simply read:
Hey sweetie,
I thought I told you to stay under $25. Next time, take the price tags off right after you buy them
Love,
Your Reese.
He had even taken the time to draw a small paddle next to his name. "Damn," thought Lotte. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea."
That evening, when Michelle was still helping Lotte with all the decorations and the cake, Reese burst unexpectedly into the house. "Honey? I'm home!" He shouted.
"What the hell is he doing here?" Lotte started, "It's only quarter till nine." Then she remembered: Reese only had to work six hours a day, but had the flexibility of taking a half-hour off each week. He must've taken it off tonight.
He entered the kitchen area where the two girls were standing. "Hey, baby," he said, picking Lotte up off the ground and twirling her in the air. "Hey, Shelley. How's it going?"
"Not too bad," Michelle replied, "Happy birthday!"
"Thanks. Where are my presents?” He looked at Lotte with an evil grin. She shrugged unhappily and looked away.
“Shelley, I thought you were going to buy me a Ferrari!" He kidded with her. Then he realized that Lotte was being surprisingly quiet. "Baby? Everything okay?" he asked her.
"Um," she said vaguely. "How was work?"
"Not too bad," he said. "I got eleven sales today."
"That's good sweetheart. Hey, the cake is ready. You guys want some now or later?" Lotte was usually a pretty damn good liar, but not tonight – Reese could tell.
After eating cake and ice cream, and watching some action thriller Reese picked out, Michelle had to depart.
"It was fun, guys. Thanks for inviting me." Lotte was about to say something, but Reese beat her to it.
"No prob, Shelley! Tell Dan I said 'Hey' and to call me."
Michelle disappeared out the front door. Usually, that was Reese and Lotte's cue to starting kissing and then, eventually, have sex. But not that night. No, Reese had something a little different in mind.
"Did you get my message I left in your car?" he asked.
"Yes," she began in a small voice of innocence and imposed guilt. "But I disagree. I mean c'mon, Reese. It's your birthday. And I–"
"You completely disobeyed my wishes. I told you what would happen this year if you went over. By the time the belt drops, you'll be grateful for the sight of the paddle."
Lotte just sat there, stunned. "But…I just did it to make you happy."
"Sweetheart, you do make me happy. I don't need expensive presents to be happy. I just need my good girl. But now my good girl needs to be reminded how a good girl acts again. And this time, she's going to remember."
He tugged at her wrist as he stood up and told her to go wait in the bedroom while he got ready. She obeyed, but with regrets. He seemed to take hours. Finally he appeared in the bedroom. Holding nothing but the paddle.
He proceeded to sit on the bed and told Lotte to come to him. She did so, shuffling her feet. Then he suddenly grabbed her wrist and threw her over his lap, breasts pressed tightly against his thighs. "I told you that you'd have the worst ass-tanning of your life if you went over the limit," he reminded her. Then he pulled her pants down, leaving her panties on. She didn't know exactly what to expect, but she wasn't too surprised when she felt a firm smack from Reese’s hard hand.
"Easy, will ya?" she exclaimed. Her wish was followed shortly by a harder spank. She mumbled small things here and there all the while, but Reese paid no attention to any of it. He knew that she would regret it all soon enough. After about forty hand-smacks, Lotte heard the click of a belt buckle, followed by the whoosh the belt being swiftly ripped out from its loops. He doubled it quickly. She dared not look.
No sooner had she thought of what was coming next, the belt whished through the air and landed powerfully on her ass. She cried out a little, then bit her lip stubbornly. Reese was unusually silent during her strapping, so she was pretty sure his mind was on other things. Actually, from the tight bulge in his pants that she could feel against her chest, she was pretty damn sure that was the case.
Following the sixty straps, Reese just wanted her to say sorry. She hadn’t apologized yet, and knowing her it might take another hour. That’s when Reese picked up the paddle.
“I took a look at this games you bought me,” he said, rubbing the paddle over her sore ass, making her stiffen with anticipation. “They actually seem pretty fun. I can’t wait to use them tomorrow.”
“T-tomorrow?” Lotte asked in a small voice.
“Yes,” he replied in a deep, sexy voice, still rubbing the polished wood up against her ass. Then he removed her panties. He held the paddle securely with one hand and with the other he reached between Lotte’s legs to find she was already wet. Waiting for him. He slid a finger in, and at the same time brought the paddle down hard against her ass. “There’s a different sort of game I want to play tonight.”
And play they did, until they were both exhausted and the birthday boy fell asleep holding his good girl lovingly in his arms. |
Ziggy
Supreme Spanko
Username: Ziggy
Post Number: 2585
Registered: 08-2005
| | Posted on Friday, February 24, 2006 - 09:47 am: |
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WOW great story,
when caught run faster then him !!
I am a TA junkie !!
Hubbie is due back home in march.................pout stomp !!!
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Pinkcheeks
Spanko
Username: Pinkcheeks
Post Number: 133
Registered: 12-2005
| | Posted on Friday, February 24, 2006 - 02:15 pm: |
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"Thought I WAS being a good girl...really I did!"
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