From: misslilyo@aol.com (MissLilyO)
Subject: Repost Early Story/Poem:  THE ECTO-PADDLING by MissLilyO
Date: 31 Oct 1996 10:04:20 -0500

Hi, guys,

This is one of the first things I ever got brave enough to post here, in
fact, it may be THE first....It's a poem which tells a story befitting of
the season....M/F, M/F nc & consentual, a little hanky panky following the
spanky.  Hope the old timers will indulge me reposting it, and newer
friends will enjoy it.  Love, Lily
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 THE ECTO-PADDLING by MissLilyO

     Amidst the rattling and groaning and clanking
A ghost appears here each night for a spanking.
     We once were afraid when we first were aware,
But now we enjoy her spanks on the bare.

     We bought this old house for a small amount down.
It's not too far out nor too close to town.
     It's a thrill to have a house all our own,
Except that we learned we're not quite alone.

     One night as we sat on our rug newly laid
Looking at paint chips--the pink? or the jade?
     We heard funny noises that were new to our ear.
"Just the house settling, don't worry, my dear,"

     Said my practical husband, his good common sense
Making me laugh 'cause I'd gotten so tense.
     "Or maybe our noise-making friend is a mouse!"
"Mice!!" I cried out.  "Not in MY house!"

     We climbed up the stairs at a confident pace.
(I watched the floor nervously, though, just in case.)
     And when we opened the door near the stair
We saw a ghost girl getting spanked on the bare!

     The sight was so startling, we both lost our voice.
I'd have run but my leaden feet gave me no choice
     But to stand there in awe while this pale apparition
Was turned over the knee of a man from perdition.

     The lady was dressed from the old roaring 20's
Her flapper's frock up, showing us plenty.
     Her bloomers were pulled to below her pale knees
And her ghostly buttocks were turned up to please.

     She lay 'cross his lap light as a feather
As he lifted a paddle of ghostly dark leather.
     The first smack resounded as clear as a bell.
This surely must be a spanking from hell!

     She squirmed and she wriggled but he paid no attention,
Just continued to punish this girl in detention.
     He handled his paddle with consummate skill.
We stood there dumbfounded, and I felt a thrill.

     I'd long wished my husband would do the same thing,
That I'd feel the bite of a paddle to sting
     My bottom turned up to the cool bedroom air
As my honey would spank my ass cheeks so bare.

     I looked on in wonder at this ethereal sight,
The ecto-spanking a total delight.
    And then they were gone--they had faded from view.
"My God!" breathed my husband, "did you see them too?"

     "I did," my voice shaking, "but just WHAT did we see?"
"I think they were specters, but how can that be?"
        And I looked at my husband, himself pale as the ghosts
And noticed that member about which he boasts.


     All eight inches now stood at rampant attention
At the sight of the spanking from another dimension.
     "Did that make you horny?" I asked him at last.
It startled him then, for he looked down, aghast.

     "I guess that it did," he ruefully smiled.
"Well it did me, too. My pussy feels wild 
(and wet, I might add)," I said, feeling fresh.
"I'd like that to happen to me in the flesh."

     He looked at me warmly and grabbed at my wrist,
In the bedroom he yanked down my shorts with a twist,
     And then came my panties which he tossed away
I went 'cross his lap, my bare cheeks on display.

     I was squirming and clenching before my first smack,
And trying to see past my shoulder in back
     When he brought his big hand down on my little bun.
Maybe I'd erred to think this would be fun!

     A pink spot appeared where the spank had connected.
It looked like one paint shade we'd viewed and rejected:
     "Rosy Pink Blush" was the name on the chip;
I knew it would match the hue on my hip.

     "I think that I like this color, my sweet!"
And he spanked me again, making me bleat,
     "OWW! Stop it!" I begged, but he smacked me again.
"Oh, I like this!" he grinned.  "Yep, I'd rate it a ten."

     And he spanked me and spanked me, my fanny on fire.
"This color of pink would clearly inspire!"
     Smirked my husband, painting cheeks with such glee,
Delighting himself (and quite thrilling me)!

    When at last he ruled my punishment done,
He soothed and caressed each smarting bun.
     Then his touch became urgent so we changed position.
I moved in his rhythm to assist with the mission.

     When we both came, we knew that this ritual
Of bare-bottomed paddlings would become habitual,
     And, indeed, since then every night we engage
In some form of amusement from the A.- S.- S. page.

     And we set our watches by our spirit lass
Who eagerly lifts up her pale phantom ass
     To meet every spank of her transparent lover
And then melts away in the night's shadowed cover.

     Perhaps one day we'll learn of their history
And uncover the secret of this spectral mystery.
     Till then, dishes done and the fire nicely banked,
We stay home each night to watch her be spanked.

MissLilyO@aol.com)