From: Squire Hobbit Subject: REPOST: THE CONVERSATION Date: Wed, 02 Oct 1996 21:46:00 -0400 DISCLAIMER If you are not old enough to vote or if stories containing spanking, bondage, or sexual content offend you please don't read. PUBLIC SERVICE MESSAGE Always practice "Safer Sex" when during any activity involving the exchange of bodily fluids, because even the best sex is not worth dying for. "THE CONVERSATION" One very early morning this spring I was dispatched to pick up a fare at "The Spanked Puppy,"(No Joke that is a real tavern in Colchester, VT) a local watering hole A few moments after I arrived, a lovely young woman approached my taxi and slipped into the front seat next to me. She had shoulder length sandy blonde hair, a warm smile and the deepest blue/green eyes I have seen in quite a while. She introduced herself as Karen and the way she filled her designer Jeans would cause any red blooded spanker's heart to skip a beat or two. "Where to Miss?" I asked. "Grand Isle." She replied. A twenty mile trip out of town, first thing in the morning with a beautiful woman, I thought to my self today is off to an excellent start. "My name is Karen," she said. "I'm John." I replied. Karen started talking to me as most people seem to do with bartenders, and cabbies. She started telling me about how rotten her fifteen year old daughters' behavior had become and she was becoming very concerned that her daughter would end up in trouble or pregnant. "If it were my daughter she'd be getting a good sound spanking on her bare behind." I advised "Oh, I do spank her when she misbehaves, but it just doesn't seem to do any good." Karen answered. "Exactly how do you spank her?" I asked "I'm not sure I understand your question" She said. "How do you spank her, describe to me your method." I elaborated. "I just poll her across my lap and slap her butt with my hand about twenty times." Karen replied. "Karen, that is hardly a spanking." I chuckled. "If you're serious about punishing her what you have to do is lift up her skirt or pull down her pants, pull down her panties and spank her on her bare bottom." Twenty hand sweats is a proper warm up for a real spanking. I recommend using a hair brush or paddle for the spanking. Give her twenty HARD swats with the brush to end the spanking. "Preferably requiring her to count out the final strokes and starting the counted strokes over if she miscounts." I explained "That sounds like it just might do the trick" Karen grinned. "How do you feel about spankings for more mature women?" I couldn't resist asking since she looked so spankable herself. "Are you asking what I think you're asking?" "Yes, Karen have you ever felt the need for a good sound spanking recently?" "Oh God yes, but please don't tease, You don't know how many times I've fantasized about being spanked over the years since my Daddy stopped spanking me when I was twelve." Karen whispered. I immediately began pulling into a secluded pull off down by the Lake shore. "Wh...Wha...What are you doing." Karen asked with a blushing smile on her face. "A naughty girl shouldn't have to wait too long for a spanking, and it sounds like you've been waiting far too long." I replied in a firm steady voice. Karen moaned and began squirming in her seat. When I had stopped the cab we got out and walked over to a large fallen tree trunk that washed ashore during the spring flooding. Karen found a sturdy piece of smooth flat driftwood and handed it to me. "I think this will do the job nicely." Karen said as she scissored her thighs together. I pulled Karen close to me and unbuckled buckled her belt and unsnapped and unzipped her jeans that I then pulled down around her ankles. I slipped the palm of my right hand in between her thighs, and pressed it firmly against her crotch as I cupped her left cheek in my left hand. Karen immediately shifted her position so that her fanny and panty covered pussy was in the fullest contact with my hands as possible. "You realize that I fully intend for this to be a real no nonsense spanking." I warned, as I sat down on the tree trunk, giving her the option of backing out. "Please don't tease me. "Karen sighed, as her crotch got noticeably more soaked and swollen." I quickly hooked my fingers into the elastic of her pastel green satin panties and pulled them down to join her jeans at her ankles. Karen lifted her blouse well out of the way as she slowly lowered herself over my knee. I took my time positioning Karen so that her beautiful plump bottom would receive the fullest benefit from her long awaited spanking. I caressed her smooth bottom for a few moments before inserting several fingers deep in between her cheeks and stroking her sex until I had her squirming on my throbbing erection. Then when I felt that we had both waited long enough I raised my palm and brought it smacking down on her right cheek. Karen moaned and arched her hips as the second swat landed. I gave her approximately twenty five moderate swats to "warm" her fanny up and leaving a bright pink blush on her tail before her real spanking. I retrieved the driftwood paddle and began her spanking in earnest. I gave her between ten and fifteen swats in a group, and then I would run my palm over her spanked buttocks to feel for any places that hadn't gotten sufficient attention. Thirty swats later Karen was beginning to cry and move her legs around. After fifty she had kicked her jeans and panties off and was beginning to sob in earnest. I took a moment to reach between her thighs and caress her swollen labia and to strum her clit before returning my attention to her very spankable butt. I gave Karen a final twenty swats that caused her to kick her legs about wildly, putting on a delightful show of her sweet charms. As the final blow landed Karen began to climax, I inserted three fingers as deeply as I could into her pussy as she humped back to greet them. When her climax was nearing its peak I removed my fingers and gave here one final very hard swat to the fullest part of her buttocks driving her over the edge again. I let Karen slip to the ground, as she regained her senses she got up on her knees and opened my trousers and pulled out my throbbing penis. She rubbed it up against her cheeks and gently licked and sucked on my balls and shaft as if it was a lollipop. She started moving her head slowly up and down using her tongue teasingly on the underside of my penis as she sucked. Our excitement rose in response to the pace of her sucking. Bobbing her head up and down faster and faster as she started gently fondling my balls with one hand as she began masturbating herself with her other hand. At one point she pulled back completely and circled the swollen tip of my cock with her tongue. As she felt my balls tighten she took the head of my penis back into her mouth as her talented mouth brought me to orgasm, I filled her mouth with my semen. Karen gulped and swallowed as much as she could but some still ran out the corners of her mouth and dripped down off her chin and into her heaving cleavage. Karen scooped up the cum from her chin with her fingers and licked them clean before cleaning the remaining semen from my softening cock. I helped Karen to her feet and she gingerly pulled her panties back up onto her well-paddled bottom and raised her jeans. As she was starting to buckle her belt I noticed that she was staring intently at the end of her belt and rubbing the belt with her finger tips. "You know, it could be quite a while before I get spanked again! "Karen said thoughtfully." Karen unbuttoned and removed her blouse exposing her small pert breasts and began pulling my golf shirt up over my head. After my shirt was off Karen threw her arms around my neck and swayed from side to side rubbing her stiffening nipples into my hairy chest. "Maybe I should get strapped too." Karen said almost to herself. Karen took her jeans and panties back down in one swift fluid motion. She stepped out of them and bent deeply to remove the belt from the loops in her jeans, giving me a spectacular show of her sweet pussy and winking brown rose bud. Before she could rise, I dropped to my knees kissing, biting and licking her reddened bottom. I began licking and sucking on her hot tasty pussy and stuck my tongue as deeply inside her as I could. I licked her until she was on the verge of another orgasm. Rising I picked up the belt doubling it over and raised it high in the air as Karen cried. "Give me twenty strokes as hard as you'd like." I began stroking the belt down across her hot red behind in a criss-cross fashion covering her entire fanny as well as the sides of her hips and the tops of her thighs. Karen squirmed and stamped her feet and undulated her delicious bottom around presenting a delightfully moving target. Several times the tip of the belt spanked against the full lips of her sex. When I was about to give her the final stroke I braced my left hand in the small of her back. I instructed her to arch her back and stick out her bottom out as far as possible. The final stroke landed on the tenderized undercurve of her buttocks with a great deal of force. Karen collapsed over her blouse where it had fallen on the tree trunk. I dropped my trousers, kneeling behind her I penetrated her completely in one forceful thrust. I stayed motionless within her as I leaned down and nibbled on her neck and ear lobes. Rubbing my pelvis against her hot crimson bottom, Karen squirmed beneath me. I began slowly moving in and out of her tight pussy while I cupped her breasts in my hands and played with her stiffening nipples. Karen and I fell into a steady rhythm we would pull away from each other and push back together. When I felt my orgasm approaches I withdrew and inserted three fingers into her slot as I shot my load on to her inflamed buttocks. Karen turned and licked the combination of her juices and my cum off my cock as she massaged my semen into her punished bottom. I hugged her close and kissed her cheek before helping her dress, and continued our trip to her home. As she was getting out of the cab in her drive way I slipped her my e-mail address and said "Let me know how things work out with your daughter." "Keep me informed about your behavior too, Karen." "Yes, sir." Karen replied as she smiled and squeezed and rubbed her tender ass. "You may need to punish me again." That was back in May, and I hadn't heard from her until there was a very brief message from her last night on my e-mail. "I've found Grandma's hairbrush. "Look for my punishment journal Tuesday morning." The End??? By Squire Hobbit July 30, 1996 All comments appreciated. (jgoetz@websense.net)