Subject: Ashley's Audience
From: awright@falcon.cc.ukans.edu
(Ashley Wright)
Date: 26 Sep 94 16:14:29 CDT
**Note: Almost every detail of this story is true and relates the exciting incidents of last night. Please excuse any typos, as it's difficult to type from a standing position.
Consentual punishment/erotic spanking and wrestling type activities to follow! And if my boyfriend finds out I wrote this, there will probably be another spanking for me to write about tomorrow! :>
I love to act up in public. In the grocery store, in Walmart, in the mall or at the movies, something about shopping trips and the thrill of the anonymnity of a crowd just brings out the brat in me.
Doug is used to this, and is generally quite patient with me, even admitting that he finds my antics cute and amusing, if slightly embarrassing. He does get a little bit tired of me going in through the cart shuttle instead of the door when we go to Walmart (Our Walmart is huge! God, how I hate it. Acres of trees were destroyed to build this mega "environmentally conscious" discount city. There is a McDonald's inside it. Whenever we go there, the combined effects of the subliminal message enhaced muzac and the fluorescent lights and the smell of polyesther combine for a really bad trip. It's just too depressing.).
He rarely loses his patience with me, but occaisionally I push him too far and he gets annoyed. Now, Doug never spanks me when he's mad, since he knows I like it, so what would be the point? Instead, we have to have these boring, long drawn out bitch sessions where we discuss one another's behavior like rational adults. The main gripe he has about me is that I deliberately act naughty in public, embarrassing him. "Act your age," is his litany. My bitch has to do with his getting too involved with talking to his friends and studying, and not paying me the attention I so richly deserve. Thus, I'm driven to act naughty. Time and time again, I've said that if I'm being naughty in public, why doesn't he just take charge and do something about it (read: like, take me over his knee).
Yesterday was destined to be special from the start. We had a credit ticket for 3 free movie rentals from Hasting's, Doug didn't have any tests this week, his housemate, Mike, had to work all day, and we even had some money for a change, having raided the couch and looked in all my usual hiding places (I stash money all over the place and then forget about it. Nice when you pull out an unexpected $50 from your pocket when you thought you only had $20, but not so hot when the pizza guy won't fork over the extra-large double mushroom and you're frantically tearing the room apart, looking for the $20 you know is around there someplace!!). I took advantage of Mike and Doug's bathtub, and emerged pink and moist from the bathroom and hopped on Doug's lap for some cuddling.
We nuzzled and cuddled in our disgustingly enfatuated way for about 20 minutes, then he turned me over his lap and pulled down my shorts. I lay there obligingly while he laid on 10 minutes or so worth of hard butt-smacking. Now that he's gotten over his initial fear of hurting me, Doug uses his firm hand like a paddle, swinging stiffly from the shoulder, keeping arm and hand unflexable for a penetrating swat that even has me, the incorragable Jackrabbit, squirming after a few minutes.
Afterwards, I was very warm and rubbed out the sting, noting in the mirror with satisfaction that my muscular, pliant bottom was a deep uniform pink from about dead center to the underside of the curve. Doug brought me my pants and did some soothing caressing, and then it was time to go out and get groceries.
Our grocery store is basically the Walmart of grocery stores, the food is still in big crates and there is no unnessesary advertising, etc so as to save you money. I hate the store, but they do have great prices, and for a Diet Dr.Pepper and cereal addict like me, it's the only place we can afford now that cereal's gotten so friggin' expensive (_$3.49_ for a box of Cheerios!! And this is at the wholesale grocery!). In the grocery store, I started feeling kinda frisky, and amused myself in my way, rearranging things on the shelves, putting stuff into other people's carts when they weren't looking, making wisecracks about the weird off-brand foods and nasty jokes about the fruits and vegetables. Doug put up with it all, but when we got out to the car, I overstepped the line by locking him out once I was in the passenger seat. He stood with his key in the door, and my hand firmly holding down the "lock" button, and by the time I finally let him in, he was mad. The lady in the car next to us had founf the little scenario amusing, and Doug was embarrassed. He scolded me mildly on the way to our second stop of the day, the comic book shop. I managed to behave myself for almost the whole time we were there, but at last I got bored and, in an attempt to distract Doug from his enthusiastic discussion of the X-Men with his geek friend, the owner, I ran up from behind and head-butted him.
Head butting is a quirk of mine that I know Doug hates, but I look adorable doing it, and besides it's fun to make him mad sometimes. I run up and butt him in the shoulder repeatedly with my head, like a little ram. Doug never fails to get amusingly annoyed at this because as he says, it's embarrasing and it starts to hurt after a while. Well, the last time I'd head butted him, this summer, he got really mad and made dire threats of what would happen if I tried his patience again. With a temptation like that, how could I resist? ;>
I ran up from behind, saw my man's broad shoulders and narrow hips, the dark shaggy hair and green baseball cap, and I reared back and butted him a good one. He turned around in surprise and I looked up with a grin, only to realize... I'd butted the wrong guy! Tall guys all look alike from the back, and once you've seen one grey Marvin the Martian t-shirt, you've seen 'em all. But it was the baseball cap that lead me astray.
"Ashley!" Doug exclaimed, having witnessed the scene from across the store. He sounded surprised, annoyed, and a little amused. I stammered my apologies to the puzzled guy, trying vainly to supress my mad urge to bust up laughing. Doug then came over and, smiling but still firm, took a hold of my elbow and escorted me from the store.
When we got home a few minutes later, it was time for another trip over Doug's knee for me while our brownies were baking. He laughed as he scolded me, spanking me gentler than last time, but still enough to leave me warm and frisky.
"What did I tell you about head butting?" Doug chided, slapping my pink little cheeks as I lay sprawled across his lap amid giggles.
"Well, why didn't you just spank me right there, then?" I challenged, raising up on my elbows to half turn so I could look him in the eye. He just smiled and pointed a warning finger at my nose, and then drew me up onto his lap for some reconciliatory cuddling.
My words returned to haunt me last night, when I came over an hour late, at 11:00. I'd called at 9:45, worried about a test I was cramming for, and he'd told me to come on over for some sympathy and encouragement. On the way, of course, I had to stop and talk to several of my friends in the house, and then I had to stop by the computer center and read my mail... and when I finally pulled up outside his apartment, his housemate was home from work and Doug met me at the door with an expression of amused exasperation.
"What took you so long?" he asked, handing me a bowl of my favorite Neopolitian ice cream and a brownie.
"I uh... had to stop by the computer center and read my mail," I replied with a sheepish grin, "I'm still worried about this test, but not so bad as I was before." Doug patted me on the shoulder and his housemate, Mike said, "You win the bet, Doug."
"I bet you had to stop off at the computer center and answer all your letters from your spanking pen pals," he teased, exchanging evil grins with Mike. I blushed a little and defended myself, "Well, that's not all I did!"
From then on evolved a discussion of what we'd done that evening in each others' abscences, which evolved into Doug and I telling Mike what we'd done that afternoon (with some omissions) while he was slaving away for the Man. When Doug told the part about my embarrassing mishap in the comic book store, Mike was particularly amused, but wanted to know what a head but was. Feeling mischievous, I decided a demonstration was in order, so I promptly butted Doug several times.
Imagine my surprise when, instead of protesting and making a fuss like usual, my boyfriend grabbed me in a headlock and held me there, smiling indulgantly at my surprise.
"Ashley, what did I tell you about head butting me?" he teased, tickling me with his free hand. Mike watched my struggles with interested amusement. I tried every self defense hold I knew, but he was too quick for me. At last, he picked me up around the waist, giggling and struggling, and carried me to the battered blue recliner that dominates one corner of their livingroom. Doug sat down in the chair with me on his lap, holding me tightly around the waist and admonished, "Do you remember what I said about teasing me?"
"Yes," I replied with a saucy little smirk.
"Do you remember what you suggested that I do this very afternoon when you start teasing and embarrassing me?" Doug gave me a meaningful look, and my eyes widened in surprise. I shot a startled glance at Mike, who was just watching with amusement.
"Doug! You can't-- not here!"
"Ash, you're the one who suggested it," Doug pointed out. "Now, let's get this over with... you've been so naughty today!"
I couldn't believe it. Doug drew me over his muscular thighs and patted me on the bottom, my wrists firmly grasped in one strong hand. The resulting spanking was playful, but firm enough to warm my bottom even through the denim of my jeans. Mike offered encouragement and helpful hints as Doug applied himself to the task of spanking my little bottom, and I did my part by protesting and squirming and trying my best to wriggle out of it.
Doug scolded me playfully as he spanked me, "Are you happy now? Now poor Mike has to watch how I have to spank your little butt. And you know you deserve it, because you were a little stinker all day. You were so ornery!"
I wiggled and uttered little noises of surprise and pleasure as he continued to spank my smarting backside. "Next time, I might just take your little panties down and spank your bare bottom in front of Mike. How would you like that? I think you'd better be a little bit nicer from now on, 'cause I'm just going to spank you wherever you happen to need it from now on. Now more waiting 'til we get home, you naughty little thing."
Doug's words were stern, but his voice was amused. Mike had a twinkle in his eye and was grinning himself, and I just lay there and enjoyed myself. After the spanking, Doug cuddled me, thoroughly unrepentant, but utterly content. I had always wanted to be publicly spanked and teased, and my everlovin' man was only too happy to oblige me. Who says we're a selfish, shallow generation with none of the good old fashioned values? The next little brat you see getting her bottom soundly spanked in the supermarket or parking lot may have a big grin on her face...
PS Due to an administrative mixup, my history test was postponed! More proof, for you skeptics, of the existance of divine intervention
Teacher's Pet Pt 3 coming soon! Thanks for all who've responded with the great comments and suggestions, and keep those criticisms, suggestions and comments coming!