From: misslilyo@aol.com (MissLilyO)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking
Subject: Hanging Around
Date: 27 Jun 1996 21:02:00 -0400

Hi, troops.  There's so much spam to wade through, I thought I'd keep this
story short and sweet so you won't miss all those good ads!  It centers
around a spanking-d/s theme and suggests some "foolin around."  Therefore,
I'd suggest if you're not 18, you watch reruns of "Gidget Meets the Beach
Babes From Venus".  Otherwise, hope you enjoy it.  Love, Lily

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HANGING AROUND by MissLilyO

Interior shot.  Immaculate kitchen, gleaming tiles, fresh daisies in
a jar on the counter.

Camera panning a charming living room...  Phone is ringing.

Woman's voice from offstage...

"Hello?  Oh, hi, Emily.  Oh...just hanging around.  The mall?  No,
hon, I can't go today.  I'm sort of tied up.

"Jack's new job?  Beats me.  He switches occasionally, you know.
He's very firm about liking variety.  Very firm. Oh, so very firmmmmm.

"What?  Oh, no I was just humming along with the radio.  The kids?
No, they're at their grandmother's for a couple of days.  Yes, we're
really enjoying the quiet time.

"I sound funny?  No, kid, I'm not depressed at all.  Perhaps a
little...um...subdued at present, but then you know Jack always likes
me to show a little restraint."

Headshot of a pretty suburban matron, classic pageboy cut, soft
brown eyes and gleaming cap of brown hair.  She wears a remote
headset, very slender wand for a mouthpiece, the earpiece attached to
a small band which also holds her hair back.  Her lovely features are
flushed, her mouth sweet and soft looking.

"What's that?  No, Jack is playing some game with paddles.  Table
tennis?  No, I don't think that's what he said.  I can't remember.
You know me.  Then he said something about a few belts afterward.

"OH GOD!  Whoops, sorry, Emily.  I just got stung a little.  By a
bee? Um...no not exactly.  Something just took a little bite out of
me, but I'm all right.  I have a little cleaning up to do this
afternoon.  I got all wet.  No, don't be silly.  I don't need any
help at all.

"Tonight?  Oh, I don't think we'll be going to the Turner's bridge
party.  Marty and Sue are going to take our place.  I just can't
bring myself to sit for so long after such a stimulating afternoon.
What's so stimulating?  Well, we have a brand spanking new project
we're working on.  Hmmm? Oh, it's just a little improvement Jack
decided he needed to make.  He loves to do a little touch up work
around here now and then.

"OH!  I'M COMING!  Sorry, Emily, someone's at my back door!  I'd
better go, girlfriend.  I'll, OH YES! THERE! NOW!...oh, yes, Jack's
delivering a load of something for me.  I'll talk to you later. Bye
bye."

Camera pans back to reveal the lovely lady, hands securely fastened
to a bolt overhead, several well-used spanking implements on the bed,
her body marked with caresses of switch, paddle and strap.  Behind
her, her husband's face is a mask of passion as he breathes out his
release buried to the hilt in her sexy, well-spanked bottom, his
hands busy in her silken thatch in front.

"Droll, my darling," he smiles into her ear.  "Very, very droll."

She grins and sighs with satisfaction.  Fade to black.


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