From: arcane@nwiowa.com Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: Biker Shorts Date: 18 Apr 1995 03:37:17 GMT Sorry. Forgot the (F/f) signs. So I put my car in the ditch this weekend. Does anybody care? Probably not. Why did I do this? Because I was engaged in the great pastime of the world: rubber-necking. I was driving along and spotted a beautiful woman wearing biker shorts and jogging towards me on my own side of the road. I watched her as she moved closer and really smiled when I saw her face. I gave a quick glance back and saw something incredibly stupendous. I craned my neck around as far as I could and gave her shapely and sexy bottom a really good staring down...until I felt the car tilt sideways and travel down into the ditch. Ah, here she came running back. "Are you alright?" I was. I got out of the car to inspect the damage. All I had was a license plate that was slightly askew. Lucky me. Of course, that didn't stop me from asking her if she saw any damage underneath the car. I was rewarded with the sight of a very lovely young woman on all fours, sexy bottom arched high in the air, and biker shorts pulled VERY tightly over a thong. I was in heaven and working my way to pointing in just that direction. I asked the very erotic ass what her owner's name was. The head that was attached to the body that owned the tempting ass told me that it was Michelle. She seemed to like me. Fool that I was, I asked her age. Fifteen? FIFTEEN? Twenty would have been fine. Thirty would have been fine. Even forty (as long as the woman was single, of course). Twenty-six (my age) would have been perfect. But fifteen? NOT! She was a tease, I think. She remained in that position for far longer than was necessary. By now I had a most embarrassing erection that was not going to be used in the near future (I might think about it, dream about it, but I certainly am not really going to put myself in a statutory rape position). I thanked the seductive but jail-baited ass for it's owner's assistance. I drove the car out of the ditch and continued on my merry, but constricting, way. Girls who are not sixteen should be outlawed from wearing those shorts. Most especially if they have the body of twenty year-olds. I would even go so far as to say that they should be outlawed altogether. They cause accidents for single, horny males who are driving cars. Now if I was married (and I want to be) and my wife wore those shorts, I would not complain. If I had a daughter who wore them, she would be locked in the closet until she got married. Then she could wear those shorts for her husband and use them to entice him to provide me with grandchildren. Anyway, I was mad and horny when I wrote this. I still think of that alluring ass, but now I am thinking of it in a different way. Hope you enjoy my thoughts. BTW, any women out there who want a husband who will worship you when you wear biker shorts, give me an "e-mail". I'll consider any serious proposal of marriage. I'm just ready to start a family. Biker Shorts Officer Maria Sanchez took down the statement of the obviously drunk man as his car was being towed out of the ditch. Sanchez would shortly give the man a breathalyzer and confirm her suspicions. Then it would be off to the jail for him. Of course, he failed the test miserably, but Sanchez was more angry about what he had been saying about the cause of the accident. Young Alicia Johnson, track-star of the local school, had been running on the side of the road in those damn tight biker shorts again. Of course, the man had been staring at her fifteen year- old ass instead of watching the road and had driven right into the ditch. Now instead of an erection (he had that too, but Maria knew that she had been the recent fuel for it), he had a busted frame and a charge of OMVI against him. Maria asked Officer Bill McGovern, her only other help in this small town, to take the man to the jail. She had something else to look into, she explained. She watched as Bill and the drunk drove away, then she got into her own patrol car and drove back toward the Johnson's farm. Alicia was doing deep knee bends outside when Maria's car pulled into the long drive. Alicia just stood there, still in those damn shorts, when Maria pulled up to the house. Maria got out of the car. "Is your father at home, Alicia?" Alicia's father, Mark Johnson, was a handsome widower of thirty- five. Maria had been taken out by him quite a few of times, but his job as a truck driver always seemed to drag him away. "Nope, Maria, daddy's out on a route and won't be back till tomorrow." It was a small town, so everybody called everybody else by a first name. "Well, I'd kinda like to talk to you about those shorts." Alicia twirled around. Maria could see that the girl wore no panties beneath the skin-tight material. "You mean these? You like them?" Maybe to wear for a handsome man, but not for causing accidents. "Well, whether I like them or not is not the issue. This is the fourth accident this month that has been caused just by you jogging by in those shorts." Alicia pouted. "Well, then people shouldn't stare at the seat of my shorts but watch the road instead." True, Maria thought, but try to get a man to pay attention to anything else when a sexy ass is in sight. "That may be all well and good, but I think you like to have them stare. Why else would you wear them without underwear?" Alicia blushed. "You're just jealous because I'm young and you're old," she said hotly. Then she did something that infuriated Maria; she stuck out her tongue. Old? Thirty-three was old? Maria was pissed. Alicia needed a good spanking desperately. Unfortunately her father was always gone and doted on the girl. He didn't have the heart to punish his only daughter. Maria grabbed Alicia by the wrist and dragged her over to the porch steps. "What're you doing? How dare you...OW!" Maria's hand cracked hard against the tight biker shorts that were pointing straight up in the air from being over Maria's knees. Maria spanked the womanly-shaped backside for about thirty seconds. Her hand begin to hurt. Alicia was in tears anyway, but Maria decided that it wasn't good enough. She dragged the sobbing teen by the wrist and pulled her into the kitchen. Ah, there it was. Maria's mother had used a breadboard on the bare butts of her wayward children and Alicia's father had just such a board hanging above the counter. Alicia let out a scream when she saw Maria grab the board and tried to pull away. Maria wasn't taking any crap. She spun the teen around and snapped on the cuffs. "You have a choice, Alicia. You can either receive a good spanking from me, or I can haul you downtown for intentionally causing accidents on the highway." Alicia sobbed and said that she'd take the spanking. She didn't want her good standing in school to be marred by an incident with the police. Everybody would know it if that happened. She would be humiliated. She hoped that the spanking would at least be kept quiet. Maria led the girl, still cuffed, into the living room. She removed the cuffs and replaced them with Alicia's hands being restrained in front instead of behind her back. "Now what's about to happen will be kept between you and me. Your father isn't home long enough to inspect you closely anyway, so you can pretty easily hide it from him." Alicia nodded and then was placed squarely over the lap of Maria. Maria grabbed the waistline of the shorts and began to lower them. "Nooooo!" Alicia howled. "It'll be on your bare ass or off to jail, your choice." Alicia kept silent as she felt her shorts being pulled down to her lower legs. She was humiliated. Here she was, fifteen years old and a grown woman, being forced to have her bottom bared for a spanking. She was mortified, but not as much as she would have been sitting in jail. Maria tested the swing of the board a few times which caused Alicia's perky pale cheeks to twitch. Well, thought Maria, they'd be a lot less pale when she was finished. CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Alicia was howling and begging for mercy. Tears flowed down her young face and plopped onto the carpet. "That was for causing the accidents. This is for wearing those shorts without underwear!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Alicia knew that she just couldn't take any more. She was pounding her fists against the carpet and bawling up a storm. Her ass was on fire and in much more pain than anything she had ever experienced. She pleaded and begged for respite. "This is for wearing those damn shorts in the first place!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! Alicia knew that her ass must look like raw hamburger. She started to choke on her sobs when she felt Maria stand her up. She reached down for her shorts to try to pull them up even though her wrists were still bound by those handcuffs. "Leave them right there, young lady! Now march over to that corner and stand there for a bit and think about what just happened." Alicia hobbled over to the wall as best as she could with the tight shorts still encircling her lower legs. Her poor ass hurt so badly, but she couldn't reach behind her and soothe it. There was a chuckle from the doorway. Maria jerked her head up and saw, of all things, Alicia's father, Mark, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. The spanking had drowned out any sound of his entering. Maria was mortified, but not as much as Alicia. "Daddy!" Alicia shrieked and tried to grab for her shorts to cover up her nakedness. The cuffs didn't make it easy and she lost her balance and fell down. She landed in the perfect position with her bright red ass pointing straight into her father's gaze. Maria hurried over and pulled the girl's shorts over her sore ass and removed the cuffs. "She beat me, daddy!" Alicia sobbed. Maria knew that she was finished. Mark Johnson was a good friend of the mayor. She would be fired for sure. "I saw it happen. And I heard her tell you why she did it." "But daddy..." "No, Alicia. There are no buts, except your own very well paddled one right now. You deserved it. You probably deserved one a lot sooner, but I've been too soft on you." Alicia couldn't believe what she was hearing. Someone had beaten her and her daddy was agreeing with it. She was furious and even more humiliated. Maria stood there with her mouth open. "Uh..." Mark smiled at her. Then he turned toward Alicia. "Strip off those shorts right now and get upstairs. You're going to bed right now, young lady." Alicia wailed and did as she was told. She ran like the wind trying to get her naked bottom out of her father's gaze as fast as possible. Her scarlet buns quivered and wiggled as she bounded up the steps. "Uh..." Maria began again. Mark smiled. "Don't worry about it. She needed just what she got. I don't blame you. But, I was wondering if you'd like to take over as her disciplinarian from now on." "I don't understand." "I've just been offered a better job here in town and I was thinking about accepting it. Of course, I'd be around home a lot more and I'd like more company here than just my daughter..." Maria suddenly liked the possibilities of the future.