From: misslilyo@aol.com
Subject: z - Early Lily Story - A FISH STORY by MissLilyO (spkg talk)
Date: 7 Nov 1996 16:37:16 GMT

Hi, guys.  Here's another of my very early stories, which I was asked to
repost by someone who's only been here a short while.  It contains
references to M/F spanking, but it's just... oh well, read the thing and
see, IF you're over 18 and arrived in Assville later than May or June of
1995.   Hope you like it.  Love,  Lily
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 A FISH STORY by MissLilyO

If you ask fishermen to share their best secrets for a good
catch, you'll get a whole tackle box of diverse answers.  Two
common bits of advice, though, are likely to be heard from most
of them:  Choose your fishing spots wisely, and have the patience
to cast your line again and again until you get a serious
bite....

Cocktail party.  Din of desperate conversations.  Too-loud
laughter.  Too-frequent trips to the bar.

He baits the hook.  Well-practiced flick of wrist, sending the
line spinning out gracefully.  There's one.  Charming smile.
Glimmer of irridescent light under the surface of a blond's
sophisicated exterior.  "If she were mine," he says, "I'd paddle
her."  This in response to a lawyer's complaint about his
careless secretary.

Blond swims away.

Flick.

"Gives new meaning to the expression 'bottoms up' " he chuckles,
in another conversation, watching a leggy brunette glide closer.
Brown eyes regard him with mild curiosity.  The bobber moves a
little.  Timing is everything.  He poises to pull.  No.  She
darts by to swim around the three-piece suit standing next to
him.  Again and again he casts.  Nothing.

He moves away.  Freshens bait.  "You know the kind of woman I
mean," he says to a small knot of people near the fireplace,
"brains, wit, thoroughly spankable bottom."

The bobber dips clearly below the waterline.  Silver grey eyes.
Patrician face.  Sleek cap of dark hair.  Clean, slender limbs.
Steady, amused eye contact.  Movement. Subtle, definite.  Closing
the body space gap.  A nibble.

" 'Spankable' being the operative word, I take it?" she says.

Careful.  Be sure the hook is in.  "Certainly in the Top Five,"
he answers lightly.  "Of course, I'm a highly disciplined
aficionado of the feminine virtues."

"Yes," she says.  "I believe I recognize the type."  Voice cool
as a mountain stream.

A bite!  "Drink?" he asks.

"Why not?" she responds, moving easily with him.  No fight.  Yet.

Isolate her.  Reel her in. 

"If I may risk a politically incendiary comment," he says,
"your...ah..bottom...looks thoroughly spankable."

"Does it?"  Arch of scuptured brow.

First real pull against line.  Keep it taut.

"Name is Andrew," he tells her.  Extends his hand.

"Lorena," she counters, holding his hand a trifle too long.

Another turn of the spinner.  Critical moment.  Consider
strategy.

"Your conversation is bright.  You are independent, on the
surface.  But the proud arch of your back, the cool assessment of
those around you send a subliminal message."

Pole is bent now.  Thrilling resistance.  Turn the spinner.
"Andrew, what subliminal signal do you believe your transmitter
is pulling in?"  Eyes turn to smoke.

"I think you would like to leave here right now, with proper
thanks murmured to our hosts, and spend the rest of the evening
with your stylish black frock pulled up, your panties pulled
down, stretched across my lap as I turn your lovely bare bottom
pink."

Withering look.  Turn the spinner.  Keep the line taut.  Pull
hard.

"I fear you have a short in your receiver.  Or perhaps it's the
season for sun spots."  She turns to stalk away.

"You must ask me for your spanks on the bare," he whispers.

Nearly imperceptible tremor as she hesitates.  A sigh?

The pole arches perfectly.  Pulling in, lifting.

"You must kiss my leather paddle," he says.

The prize suddenly clears the water.  Dazzling.  Worth the risk.
Use the net!

"Afterward I'll warm you inside to match the heat of your well-
spanked bottom."

She smiles, wintery brilliance.  It's a keeper.  He holds his
catch up to the light, delighted.

"I'll get my coat," she says.

End

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