From: Squire Hobbit <jgoetz@websense.net>
Subject: REPOST : MY NEIGHBOR MONIQUE
Date: Wed, 02 Oct 1996 21:40:58 -0400

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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.


My Neighbor Monique
a Spanking Fantasy

Monique and her mother had been neighbors of mine for several months and 
I had developed friendly relationship with the nineteen year-old.  
Monique was generally very polite.  Her breasts and hips were showing 
distinct signs of womanhood.

I began to notice a growing tension between Monique and her mother, I 
suspected it was over boys or curfews or rules.  (No surprise at her 
age)  I would frequently over hear them arguing with each other in the 
late afternoon when she would finally return from school.  One evening I 
ran into Monique's mother sitting on her front porch, she seemed on the 
verge of tears.  "I asked her what the problem was, she was so agitated 
that all she could say at first was 'Monique'!"!"  When Monique's mother 
had calmed down I discovered that Monique was not following any of the 
rules of the house.  She was getting very poor grades in college and she 
was sneaking out to see a forbidden boy.  "If Monique were my daughter 
I'd give her tender young bottom a good sound spanking!"  I told her.  I 
obviously surprised Monique's mother, by saying that.  She admitted that 
she'd have to think about whether that was something she could do.  I'll 
volunteer, if you think she needs a spanking as much as I do, you know 
where I live and you've gotten my phone number.

That was the last of it for several days until I received an urgent call 
from my neighbor, requesting that I come over when I could.  Apparently 
she had another argument with Monique.  When I arrived Monique was 
sitting on the couch looking very, very sullen staring at the floor.  
She was still wearing her school uniform.  Monique's mother simply shook 
her head, threw her hands up in the air.  I got the general picture.

Monique your behavior towards your mother is intolerable.  Since you 
will not obey her, she feels that she can't give you the discipline that 
you need.  I will provide what  she can not.  This caught Monique's full 
and immediate attention.

Young lady you have earned your self a good old fashioned spanking over 
my lap.
Monique jumped up and attempted to run out of the study but I was far 
too quick for her and caught her by the arm as she tried to get by me.  
I half carried her kicking body back over to the sofa.  I placed her 
over my lap.  Lifting her skirt up over her back and tightly grasping 
her hip with my left hand.  I gave her a moderate slap centered on the 
fullest part of her pert young fanny. She immediately squealed and tried 
to cover her bottom with her hand.   I grabbed and held it behind her 
back as I continued with a steady rain of moderate warm up slaps.

After about fifteen slaps, I pulled her closer and began the spanking in 
earnest.  Monique began to squirm wildly over my lap, kicking her legs. 
 She was beginning to cry and plead for me to stop spanking her.  "Young 
lady your punishment is just beginning.  I continued to spank her until 
every inch of her bottom and upper thighs were well spanked.  Monique 
was sobbing her heart out and her breath was coming in ragged gasps.  "I 
let her up and she grabbed her bottom and did a war dance after a few 
moments I sent her to the corner instructing her to keep her skirt 
raised."

Go to your room and stay there until morning when you will report over 
to my house at 9:30 am sharp.  We will discuss your behaviors further DO 
NOT be late.

At 9:45 Monique hesitantly knocked on my door when I opened the door it 
was very apparent that she was unsure what to expect.  (I liked her 
being in some suspense.)  I invited her into my study and had her sit 
down in the chair across the desk from me.  

Monique, last nights spanking was the mildest that you will ever receive 
from me, it is also the last time that your panties will stay up.  "Do 
you understand? young lady"
"Yes," John she answered.  "I know I deserved that spanking, but it 
would be horribly embarrassing for me to bare my bottom to you, do you 
really have to bare my bottom?"  "Yes Monique that is the only way a 
spanking is truly effective, maybe the prospect of having your bottom 
bared will encourage you to behave properly and obey your mother's 
rules."

"You will be required to maintain a misbehavior journal which your 
mother will monitor.  Every Saturday you will report over here at 9:30 
am so I can review your journal.  If I feel that you deserve a spanking 
you will get it then and there.  If I feel that you're behavior has been 
particularly bad you will have to go back to your house and get your 
hairbrush.  "In cases of extreme naughtiness you  have to bend over the 
back of the sofa with your bare fanny raised for a dose of my belt." 
"Is that understood, Monique?"  
"Yes, Sir."

Now, we have the fact that you chose to arrive late this morning to deal 
with.  I got up and walked over to the chair where Monique was sitting. 
 "Stand up Monique."  "No please, John, my fanny is still sore from last 
night" Monique pleaded.  

Without further word I grabbed her arm and stood her up and took her 
place in the chair positioning her in front of me.  I reached out and 
unbuckled her belt and unsnapped snapped her jeans and tugged them down 
around her knees.  I quickly tugged her over my knees taking my time to 
get her tightly pantied fanny in to the best position so her spanking 
would be the most effective.

Monique only whimpered through this, being too smart to risk increasing 
the intensity of her impending spanking.  I hooked my fingers into the 
elastic of her cotton panties and began tugging them down to mid thighs. 
 Monique pleaded "Please can't you leave my panties up just this one 
last time"
"No, Monique you should have thought of that before."  I explained, and 
proceeded to lower her panties well below her bottom.

I grasped her waist firmly and began peppering her up turned fanny with 
a steady barrage of moderate swats causing Monique to moan and squirm.  
The swats increased in intensity, causing Monique to, began kicking, 
crying and pleading for her spanking to end.  By the time I ended her 
spanking she was crying loudly and wiggling wildly but being careful to 
keep her legs close together.  I finished her spanking with four sharp 
slaps to the tender area where her thighs and bottom met.  When Monique 
was back on her feet she quickly reached for her panties to pull them 
up.  I gave her a quick slap on her bottom instructing her to leave her 
panties down and to stand in the corner, after five minutes in the 
corner.  I allowed her to get dressed and I sent her home after I gave 
her a notebook to keep her journal in.

The next month went by with Monique behaving herself enough that she 
didn't require any spankings.  (I must admit to a slight amount of 
disappointed, but I didn't have to worry.)

The fifth Saturday Monique started out on the wrong foot by being over 
an hour late.  Her book contained all sorts of misbehavior ranging from 
being rude to her mother, not doing her chores and violating curfew.  
"Monique, this behavior is terrible!"  "Do you remember me warning you 
that if your behavior was really bad that you'd get your spanking with 
the hair brush?"  I asked.  "Yes, I do but I didn't think you were 
serious" Monique whined.  "Go get your brush young lady and be back in 
ten minutes or your punishment will be more severe."

In well under ten minutes Monique was back, blushing furiously holding 
the hairbrush in her right hand.  It was a very substantial wooden 
brush, that would impart quite a sting.  Without having to be told 
Monique, pulled the straight back chair into the center of the room.  
She waited until I sat down, handed me the brush and hesitantly raised 
her skirt well above her waist.  I then yanked her panties down below 
her knees where they then dropped down around her ankles.  Monique held 
her hands between her legs trying to protect her modesty to some degree. 
 I gave her a sharp swat on her right cheek and ordered her to keep her 
hands at her side.  I was going to lecture her on her poor behavior but 
realized that it most likely would be a waste of breath.  I realized 
that her attention focused on  her imminent spanking to listen to any 
lecture.  I simply pulled her over my knees and began her spanking.   I 
Firmly used my right hand to warm up her smooth tender fanny as a 
prelude to the real punishment yet to come.  After letting her think a 
moment or two about the rest of the spanking I raised the brush and 
began her spanking.  She yelled as the first stroke landed with a loud 
crack. 'Plea. . . No MO. . .' she wailed as the second swat landed.  
squealing  she covered her fanny with her hand, earning her two swats to 
the back of each her thighs.  I warned her that if she tried that again 
she would get a much more severe spanking.  "Please John I'm very, very 
sorry please don't spank me too hard."  "You've earned a good hard 
spanking and that is exactly what You will get!" With that I continued 
spanking her with increasing intensity.  By the tenth swat she was 
kicking and squirming on my lap.  Her cheeks jiggling delightfully each 
time the brush landed.  After twenty swats her bottom was glowing and 
quite tender.  She was crying loudly and judging by the show she was 
putting on when she kicked and squirmed she had forgotten about modesty. 
 Judging from the way she was sobbing and pleading she had basically 
learned her lesson.  "Monique I am going to give you a final ten swats 
and you will have to count each one out loud."  "Do you understand, 
Monique?"  "Yes, Sir but please not too hard by fanny feels like there 
is a fire burning on it."  Monique pleaded.

SMACK, one; SMACK, two; SMACK, three; SMACK, four; SMACK, five; SMACK, 
six; SMACK, seven; SMACK, eight; SMACK, nine; SMACK, ten.  

After she had calmed herself, I helped her to her feet and sent her to 
the corner to contemplate her behavior.   Fifteen minutes later I 
allowed her to pull her panties back up, which she did, very gingerly as 
her fanny was still obviously very sore.

The next month was uneventful. Monique only required a couple of 
spankings.  I noticed that she wasn't as happy as she'd been and decided 
that the best idea was to wait until she was ready to let me in on the 
problem.  I did not have long to wait, the following Friday evening she 
came over to my house and after I got her a glass of soda.  Monique had 
a confession to make.  She started slowly,  hesitantly to explain that 
there had been several undocumented incidents.  Some of the infractions 
were rather severe including sneaking a beer from her best friend's 
father and allowing a neighbor boy to put his hands in side her blouse 
and up under her skirt.  "Monique your punishment is going to be severe, 
part of your punishment will be to decide how you will be punished.  
"You must chose what position you will assume, what you will be punished 
with and what clothing will be removed for your punishment."  "I expect 
you to be here at 9:00 am sharp to morrow and you had better be ready to 
be punished."

At 9:00 A.M. sharp there was a very timid knock on the door.

Monique was trembling when she walked in.  She said hello and I guess 
I'm ready.  She walked over to the sofa, unfastened her thick leather 
belt and pulled it from the belt loops, draping it over the sofa.  She 
unfastened her black denim jeans and pulled them down around her ankles, 
and stepping out of them after kicking off her sandals.  She turned and 
started to bend over the back of the sofa.  Monique was wearing only her 
green satin panties and a thin tank top with no bra underneath.   
Stopping abruptly she said, "I really deserve this Strapping!"  With a 
sigh she pulled off her tank top exposing her pert breasts, the nipples 
rapidly responding both to the cool air and the embarrassment, then she 
pushed her skimpy panties down and off.   Spreading  her legs wide apart 
Monique bent deeply at the waist and arched her back sticking her soft 
pert fanny way out for her strapping.  "Please give me what I deserve, 
sir." 

I raised the belt and landed the first of twelve swats. She stood bolt 
upright after the first stroke and I had to  push her back down into 
position.  The second swat landed across the tender joint of bottom and 
thigh leaving dark stripe on her otherwise unmarked behind. by the fifth 
stroke she was kicking her legs and stamping her feet wildly. 

 As the strokes continued to land her charms were on greater display.  
by the sixth stroke she was squirming and rolling around on the couch 
attempting to avoid the strokes but only succeeding in getting hit on 
her thighs and on the sides of her hips.

When the final swat landed at the very base of her fanny over a previous 
stroke she jumped forward partially over the back of the sofa.  She was 
 completely unaware or concerned about her exposure. Moments later she 
pulled herself over onto the cushions clutching her tender tenderized 
fanny and sobbed softly.  

I left her alone for about twenty minutes to compose her self then 
returned to the den, much to my surprise Monique was still naked and 
standing in the corner.  I went over to her and turned her around 
telling her that her punishment was over and she could get dressed and 
go home, Monique threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly.  I 
think she must have felt my reaction to her nubile form. "Thank you for 
caring enough to give me what I needed and wa. . ..  'Thank you' she 
said.  Monique got dressed and left after giving me a quick peck on my 
cheek.

ENJOY

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