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Post Number: 24
Registered: 04-2005

Posted on Monday, August 22, 2005 - 09:07 pm:

COCONUT CREAM
by Alex B.

When I was 25, I had a job as the manager of
a frozen yogurt store in San Diego. I was often
playfully teased by one of my employees, Michelle,
a 19 year-old sprite with a nice full figure.
She liked to jump on my back and mess up my hair.
I’d joked many times about putting her across
my knee, but I was only bluffing. It became kind
of an inside thing between us.

"Watch out for Alex!" She once warned a new female
employee. "He’ll take you to the woodshed!"

One evening we were closing the store and Michelle
was hurrying because she was going out with some
friends later. In her haste, she spilled a large
tub of strawberry yogurt all over the floor.

"Damn!" she said. "This is going to take forever
to clean up!"

Meanwhile, her friends had driven up outside and
were honking the horn.

"Alex, can you clean this up? If I don’t go now,
they’re going to leave without me!"

I nodded and grabbed a mop.

As she left, Michelle kissed me on the cheek.

"You can give me a good spanking tomorrow." she
whispered into my ear.

I'm not sure, but think I actually blushed.

Thoughts of slapping that cute little ass
filled my head as I finished up closing the store.
But, by the time I got home and went to bed, I’d
more or less forgotten about it.

The next morning, when I showed up for work, I
found Michelle waiting for me at the front door
of the store.

"Are you scheduled for the morning shift?"

"No." she said. "But you and I have some unfinished
business and I’d like to get to it as soon
as possible."

I unlocked the door and Michelle walked to the back
of the store with me right behind. She took a chair
from behind the work desk and placed it in the
center of the room.

"Why don’t you sit right here?" she said.

I followed her lead and sat down.

Michelle then unbuttoned her pants and wriggled
her hips as she pushed those tight denim jeans
down to her knees. She pulled up her T-shirt to
reveal a powder blue pair of panties that looked
more like a bikini bottom than underwear. She laid
herself across my lap, her fingers and toes just
grazing the floor, that lovely panty-clad ass
arched up in anticipation.

"This is going to hurt me more than it does you."
I said, melodramatically.

"Yeah, I can feel your pain." she said, bumping her
hip against the hardening bulge in my pants.

I laid my left hand firmly on the small of her
back as I slowly lifted my right, then brought
it down with a firm smack across her left cheek.
Then I gave her right cheek a slap.

As I continued gently spanking her, Michelle
grunted softly. Each swat brought a slightly louder
grunt, but soon she was rolling her shoulders and
wiggling her bottom as if to say:

"This is very nice. What else have you got?"

So the next swat was a little harder. The next
two were harder yet and with less time between.
Now I was really getting into it. Then, just as I
was hitting my stride, Michelle interrupted.

"Are may panties getting in your way?"

"You know, I believe they are." I said as I yanked
them down to her knees and started in on her round,
bare, snowy-white bottom. Once again I began
spanking her slowly, but with gaining speed.
One cheek and then the other, then both, then just
the right one until it turned pink, so I’d switch
back to the left. Before long, Michelle was kicking
and fighting back tears. My hand was a blur. I felt
like an artist splashing shades of pink and red
onto a perfectly formed canvas. I spanked Michelle
until her kicking became frenzied and her poor
little bottom was nearly scarlet. I gave each cheek
one last resounding slap, then let my subject catch
her breath as I slowly massaged her aching ass.

Eventually, Michelle got to her feet, then slowly
and carefully pulled her panties and jeans back up.
I stood as well and took my naughty little worker,
by the ear, to a nearby corner. There was a
full-length mirror on the door to the bathroom.
She looked over her shoulder at her reflection.

"My butt's going to glow in the dark tonight!"
she said with a tearful laugh as she rubbed her
sore, throbbing cheeks.

With my hand on the back of her head, I gently
guided her nose snugly into the corner. She gasped
a bit as I yanked her pants and panties back down.

"You just stand right here and don't move until
I get back, young lady!"

I spent about fifteen minutes getting the store
ready to open. Then I went to the freezer and got
a bucket of Coconut Cream yogurt and placed it next
to the chair. I took a flat wooden spoon from
the sink and sat down. For a moment I gazed at
Michelle standing so obediently in the corner, her
hands at her side and her pants and panties pulled
down to expose a freshly shellacked back porch.

"Now get back over my knee!" I barked.

Michelle turned around and quickly shuffled over
to my side. Seeing the large wooden spoon in my
hand caused her to gulp and whimper a little,
but she soon placed herself across my lap.
I leaned down, opened the bucket of yogurt and
stuck the spoon in deep, bringing up a large scoop
of frozen Coconut Cream which I lifted just above
her ass. Michelle tensed up in anticipation of more
punishment and then let out a deep sigh of relief
and pleasure as I smoothly spread the cold white
yogurt across her burning cheeks. She trembled when
I slathered on another heaping spoonful of the
creamy coolness which seemed to melt as it touched
her hot flesh. It dripped into the crack of her
ass and down her plump thighs. She moaned deeply
as I leaned down and licked some up, leaving a
swath of crimson across her sweet, slippery
pink and white bottom.

I won’t go into anymore detail here. Suffice it
to say that the store got opened pretty late
that day.

Michelle and I worked together for nearly a year
after that and I must have spanked her a hundred
times. After a while, she gave up the pretense of
misbehaving and it just became a given that, if we
were working together, she was going get spanked
at least once during the shift.

I continued the ritual of cooling down her red
hot cheeks with frozen yogurt. We tried every
flavor in the store, but Coconut Cream was our
sentimental favorite.

It was on evenings when we closed together that
Michelle really got her buns toasted. As soon as
the door was locked, we’d scurry to the back to
play our little games. Some nights we'd do the
stern principal and the naughty schoolgirl and
on others I’d be the jealous husband and she
my flirtatious wife.

I wound up taking her jeans down so often that
one day I suggested putting a flap on the back
for easy access.

"No way!" Michelle protested. "Getting my pants
pulled down is my favorite part!" Then she looked
up and noticed that the flavor of the day was
Coconut Cream. "Uh-oh!" she said, unbuckling
her belt. "Looks like I’m going to take my
dinner break standing up!"

THE END

I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury. - Groucho Marx