Aug 092012
 

Anthony has sent along another excellent story for the Brief Encounter story contest, and, although he wasn’t eligible for the prize – it’s a great read. Thanks, Anthony!


– Dana

*****

The Gambler


by Anthony


It was finally Ryan’s stop. There was a prolonged screech then he had
to nudge a pregnant woman and three tourists out of the way with his
knee to get out the train doors. The thing is, he thought, if you
didn’t work in the City, you bet your nattiest bermuda shorts that you
didn’t belong on the commuter train during rush hour.


The train wooshed its goodbye, hurtling away to its next destination.


Uh-oh, wait! He turned and beckoned to the almost vanished train.
Something was wrong here. Really wrong.


What should have been a bustling train station, his station, the
station he frequented each work day for better or worse, was
completely empty. Empty as in not a living body within sight.


A white painted sign on the pitted and tagged concrete wall adjacent
to the tracks exclaimed: Nowhere Station.


Nowhere Station?


What the hell had he stepped into now? Furthermore, what deranged
person put graffiti on the wall of Nowhere Station?


That was when he heard the sound. Sound was a charitable word for what
was most certainly a guitar in great pain somewhere down the tunnel:


And the sons of Pullman porters
And the sons of engineers
Ride their fathers’ magic carpets made of steel.
Mothers with their babes asleep,
Are rockin’ to the gentle beat
And the rhythm of the rails is all they feel.


Good God. His day was worsening by the second. Against better
instincts he started walking toward the noise, apologizing to Arlo
Guthrie for what he’d find.


Rounding a bend in the tunnel, he saw a upper-middle-aged man in a
worn herringbone sport coat seated on a concrete step, picking at the
guitar.


“You know, if you don’t practice, it plays hell on your fingers to
start up,” the man said, focusing on his strings and not looking
Ryan’s way. “Kind sir,” the man finally looked up at Ryan, “I broke a
string – would you have five bucks so I can get a replacement?”


Ryan considered offering him a twenty to take up a different
instrument, but said “Where am I? Please tell me you’re a figment of
my imagination.”


“You have arrived at Nowhere. Don’t you think I’m real?”


Ryan just shook his head.


“Are you comin’ or are you going?”


“I take that train every day,” Ryan said. “I’ve never had this happen.”


“I gave up the smokes,” the man said, strumming absentmindedly, almost
pleasantly. “That’s what killed him, you know?”


Nowhere Station was humid this day, and the man was sweating
profusely. He slid his pick between a couple strings in the neck of
the guitar and reached for an accent of red color in his coat’s breast
pocket. Ryan considered offering him a clean handkerchief but quickly
recanted.


“He told me a lotta stuff beforehand though, and you know at the time
it always sounds good.”


Suprisingly Ryan saw that instead of the expected handkerchief, the
man had pulled out a clean and folded pair of red panties and was
ready to wipe his brow with them. The man caught the mistake and shook
his head. “I been doing that more, lately. Like to say it’s because I
gave up whiskey, but there’s a small chance it might also be age
related.”


He laughed and pulled muddied linen from some other crevice that Ryan
didn’t want to know about, wiped his brow and returned the
handkerchief. The man waved the red panties in the air, “I keep these
laundered. They have sentimental value for me.”


Ryan was transfixed by the panties, estimating that they didn’t really
appear to fit the man. The man asked “Ever been on the other side,
young fella?”


Ryan looked from the gyrating panties, directly into the man’s eyes.
Back to the panties. Back to the man’s eyes.


“I’m not sure who you are,” Ryan said slowly. “I don’t even know where
I’m at. I never thought I’d say this…but all I really want at this
point in the worst way is to see the gray walls of cubeland and the
world’s most boring financial spreadsheet on the dismal flat panel
display on my desk.”


“The other side,” the man continued. “You know what I mean? You don’t
always have to give, you know? You can also be a winner on the
receiving end.”


“After I met him on the train coming here and we parted company,
abruptly,” the man reflected, “I thought I’d turn good overnight. Just
like magic.” He laughed. “You know, old man meets young man. A taste
of some advice and then I’m a shark too.”


“Well, I started hanging out here more often, and I met a lot of good
people.” The old man looked at Ryan. “People like yourself that would
drop in for a bit, then leave for Somewhere Else Station.” He added,
“You won’t be staying long here either, my friend.”


Ryan nodded agreement on the first thing the man had said that made sense.


“I didn’t play the guitar so well then, but I always had a deck of
cards with me. So, when they came to the station, always a little out
of sorts, I’d be the Welcome Wagon, the Greeter, and somehow no matter
who it was, we always ended up playing a single hand of poker. For
some small wager.”


“Of course I still got the cards,” the man said, laying the panties
over his leg temporarily and pulling out a boxed deck from his sport
coat pocket, handing them to Ryan.


“I didn’t get good overnight, but I got passable, especially with more
practice. And more confident. I started winning more than I lost.
Anyway, one day a fine young woman dropped in. I remember her
distinctly ’cause she was wearing a bright red dress. Well, and ’cause
of the rest.” He laughed.


Ryan leaned forward, interested despite himself. “Red? You mean red
like the panties?”


That man nodded and continued, “She had short black hair and a lean
frame. Confused like the others, but it wasn’t gettin the best of her.
When I first saw her, she looked short, but then standing next to me,
nose to nose, she musta been at least five and a half, probably three
or four more than that. She was young, but she held herself up in
conversation.”


The man paused his story, scratching at his chin. “I don’t wanna say
bossy, ’cause it wasn’t that exactly. She did have a certain air about
her, though, that made it look like she was used to bein’ listened
to.’


“Anyway, like the others, I friendly-talked for awhile, then when it
felt good I suggested we do a quick, single game of five card draw. I
asked her, I said ‘You do know how to play five card draw, right?'”


“Well, she’d nodded and smiled and told me that where she was from
they played a lot of cards and that it sounded like fun.”


“And get this, my young friend,” the guitar man leaned in toward Ryan.
“She says to me: ‘I’m sure you’ll want to have some type of stakes
involved. I’m afraid I don’t carry much cash, but I do have an idea of
what we could play for.'”


“Well, then she nearly knocked my socks off with a proposition for the
winner. If I won, she said, she’d stand in front of me, and slowly
strip off the exquisite–that was her word, exquisite–silky red
panties she was wearing under her red dress. And that those panties
would be mine for all of time.”


“But get this,” the man continued. “She said the flip side of it was
that if she somehow got lucky and won, and she figured there wasn’t
much chance of that, that I’d have a sore bottom for a week,
guaranteed. Cause she’d take off her black shoe (‘This one right
here’) and bend me over the concrete we’re sitting on right now. Then
she’d lower my trousers and paddle my behind with the sole of that
shoe.”


The man asked Ryan, “Now does that sound like a wager or what?”


Listening to the story, Ryan wondered if guitar man was putting him
on. It was the strangest thing he’d ever heard of and if he ever got
out of Nowhere Station, the happy hour crowd was going to love this
one. Truth or not be damned.


“Honestly, I wanted those red panties bad. I wanted to watch her slide
them down her thighs and over those tight little calves. And to see
her lift each high heel, one at a time, to step out. I wanted to see
how that beautiful red dress clung to her tight bottom as she bent
over to pick up the panties and hand them to me.”


The man reached in his sport coat, retrieved the handkerchief, and
wiped his brow again.


“I know what you’re thinking and you’re wrong. You’re thinking that
this proves that every so often the good guys do win and that life
does have a few happy stories.”


“Well I let her deal, and it sure started right. I was anything but
out of aces – in fact, she’d dealt me not two of them, but three. And
all that before the draw.”


“Well, of course we weren’t playing draw the way it’s normally done,
with an opportunity to add to the pot, bluff, and so on. And I don’t
know why I did it, but when I saw the three of a kind, I leaned over
to her and said, ‘I much would like to see those panties, but if you
want to fold now, we’ll call it off and forget we ever started this
game.'”


Ryan saw humor flare in the man’s eyes as he continued. “Well,” he
said, “she wanted nothing to do with that. She was going to start what
needed to be finished, and she wanted just one card.”


“To make a long story short, when we flipped ’em I still had those
beautiful three aces, but she had something better. She had a lot of
hearts. Lots and lots of them. Enough that it made my stomach churn.”


“I’ve thought about it since. She wasn’t much surprised about the
outcome, but she did mention how those hearts almost matched her
dress, and the panties that I couldn’t see. But then she said that
what the cards were going to match most would be my red hot bottom
when was done spanking me.”


The man stopped for a bit, cocking an eye at Ryan. “I’ve always kept
my word. And I did so on that day as well. She spanked hard and fast
and I squirmed like a little boy. And the shoes off those dainty
little feet put a lot of hurt in my backside. The only thing she
really said as she paddled me was ‘I’ve done a little bit of this
too.'”


“Well, my friend, the story does have a happier ending.”


Ryan noticed that train tracks below were starting to vibrate, only
slightly now, but the man noticed as well. He nodded at Ryan.


“Happy, just like your story’s gonna end. Anyway, when she was done,
she gave me one last hard smack on the behind, this time with her
hand, which hurt nearly as bad as the shoe, and then she almost had to
scrape me out of a ball. My eyes were running. True to her word, I
couldn’t sit comfortable for a long time. But what she did, as I knelt
there looking at her, she slid out of those silky red panties in the
most graceful way, she lifted them up in front of my eyes, then she
slid them into my pocket as slick as all get out. And I’ve had ’em
ever since.” The man smiled and nodded at Ryan.


The tracks were rattling noticeably and Ryan saw an opportunity. “I’m
late for work,” he told the man, rising to his feet and starting back
where he had departed the train.


As he turned back over his shoulder and yelled “Thanks, but I don’t
believe you!” Ryan heard the terrible guitar burst back into action
and somewhere among the screeching he picked up a few of the words:



if you’re gonna play the game, boy, you gotta learn to play it right.
You got to know when to hold ’em, know when to fold ’em
Know when to walk away and know when to run.


before the rest was lost in the roar of the approaching train.

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Jul 302012
 

A late entry to the Brief Encounter story contest, ‘Antwerp Central’ is still certainly worth sharing..

*****


BRIEF ENCOUNTER: Antwerpen Centraal

She looked at her watch and realized she needed to get a move on back to Antwerpen station to catch the 1 a.m. train back to Amsterdam. She could not afford to miss this train so she said her goodbye’s to her friends at the club and headed back. She was completely out of cash from all the barhopping and was thankful to have purchased a RT ticket back to Amsterdam which was safely put away in a locker at the station. 

The square in downtown Brussels was rather quiet with most the cafes closed and only a handful of bars still open. As she approached Antwerpen Centraal, she thought it was rather odd that the building looked so dark? It was the largest station in Brussels and normally bustling with people. She walked up to the main entrance and pulled on the door. The door was locked. She went to a second and third door, also locked. Panic started to set in. “What the hell?” she thought. She walked around to another entrance and thankfully saw a man walking out. Her heart was racing. “Thank you! I was so afraid I missed the last train!” She went running into the station only to find that it was empty. No trains coming or going and not a soul around. She walked to where the lockers were and the area had been locked off with a gate. Her heart was racing and tears began welling up in her eyes. She paced around in disbelief. “How did I Fu** this up?” She walked towards the ticket area to look again at the train schedule. The last train to Amsterdam had departed at 11 p.m. 

“Excuse me young lady, are you alright?” Her heart jumped at the unexpected voice behind her. “I didn’t mean to startle you but I did think it was odd you were running into the station when I came in on the last train this evening. I just wanted to make sure you were okay?” She was so relieved in that moment to see someone AND he was American to boot! He was a tall gentleman, about 60 years old, salt & pepper hair and dressed in a nice grey business suit. “Actually, I’m not okay. I thought the last train back to Amsterdam was at 1 a.m., I have no cash on me and my bag with my ticket is locked up over there in those lockers. On top of that, the next train isn’t until 11 a.m.” she said. “I see,” he said. Let’s sit down and see what we can figure out here. My name is Richard Anderson by the way and your name is?” “Julia. Julia Frances, nice to meet you.” She felt safe with this man and was hopeful that somehow, someway, he’d be able to help her out of this mess. 

“Julia Frances, I don’t want to be intrusive but may I ask how old you are and what brought you to Antwerp? he said. “I’m 20 and I was meeting some of my Rotary exchange student friends here to go clubbing and barhopping. I live in Den Haag but took the train from Amsterdam.” “I see,” he said. “Do your parents know you’re in Belgium tonight?” he asked. “No Sir. My host parents don’t know I’m here. I mean, they’re usually okay with me traveling so long as I go with someone but I don’t think they would have been comfortable with me coming here alone and getting back so late so I didn’t tell them,”she said. “And your Father back home in the States, what would he think about this predicament you’ve gotten yourself into?” he asked. Julia Frances looked down and said “he wouldn’t be very happy.” “Well, if it means anything to you, I have a daughter who’s 18 years old and if I ever heard of her doing something like this,  I’d give her the spanking of her life! Do you realize how dangerous this could have been for you? A young girl, such as yourself, has no business traveling alone to go clubbing and drinking! Now look, I have every intention to take you back to the hotel I’ll be staying at the next few days and I will make sure you’re on that 11 a.m. train myself, but in the meantime, I want you to stand up!” His voice was very authoritive and Julia Frances realized that she needed Richard Anderson to keep her safe and get her home so she got up as he asked her to do. He stood up, took his coat off then sat back down on the bench. Reaching for her arm, he said “over my knee young lady. I know you’re frightened but I’m going to do what any father would do to ensure the safety of his daughter and give you a good reminder to never get yourself into this kind of situation again.” Julia Frances’ heart was beating rapidly as he gently pulled her over his lap. She was wearing a black mini skirt which he lifted up to begin her spanking but as she awaited the first smack, he stopped. “What praytell are you wearing here young lady? GET UP!” Pulling herself off his lap and straightening her skirt out, she said “panties, I don’t understand…” Richard’s eyes turned dark grey as he looked at her. “Is this what you girls are wearing these days?….IS IT?” his voice stronger and harder. “Red, lacey thongs are NOT appropriate for a girl your age and do you even understand the message you’re sending wearing something like this? Back over my knee young lady. You are definitely going to get a spanking you won’t soon forget.” 

Julia Frances hesitantly returned over Richard’s knee. He pulled her black skirt up and pulled the red lace panties down to her mid thighs, well out of the way for his hand to reign down on her soft, white bottom. He rubbed her bottom gently and could feel her heart beating rapidly on his knee. “Now then, are you ready for your spanking young lady?” he asked. “Yes Sir,” she said. He lifted his hand high and gave her a smack to her bottom that echoed throughout the empty station. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!, he spanked her methodically up and down and side to side on both cheeks until he was satisfied with her hot, red behind. The sting was like nothing she had ever experienced and she squirmed to get off his lap but he simply pulled her in tighter and spanked her harder for her struggling. “Please,” she said, “please stop!” After one last SMACK! to the middle of her behind she squealed in pain and he helped lift her off his lap as she threw back her hands to soothe her stinging behind. Tears were streaming down her face and she couldn’t control her sobbing. Richard stood up, looked at her and said “we’re not done young lady.” As Julia Frances continued to sob and look on in horror, Richard unbuckled his belt and slid it out. “Bend over the bench,” he said. “Oh please Mr. Anderson, please! I’ve learned my lesson! I promise!” said Julia Frances. “Over the bench young lady!” he said. With her red lacey panties still pulled to her mid thighs, she bent over the bench and before she could take a deep breath, the CRACK of his belt on her bottom rang out for all the world to hear. “Owwww,” she yelled and she stood upright holding her behind. Richard was quite frustrated with her lack of control so he cracked his belt to her upper thighs. Julia Frances was in full fledged tears but Richard would have none of it and ordered her back over with her hands placed on the bench for the final lick. He made it a good one, landing right across the center of her very reddened behind. With the last lick, Julia Frances crumbled to her knees sobbing like a little girl. Richard put his belt back on and sat on the bench where he pulled Julia Frances up to his chest to give her the warm fatherly hug he would have given his own daughter. “I hope you’ve learned a valuable lesson here Julia Frances. Now let’s get you to the hotel and to bed. 11 a.m. will be here before you know it.” 

She got to the platform with 5 minutes to spare. She entered car # 4, out of breath, but happy to be on the train back to Amsterdam. She plopped her bag down on the seat and scooted in towards the window. Across from her sat a businessman, about 60 years old in a grey suit…..
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Jul 282012
 



This entry to the Brief Encounter story writing contest is beautifully set, and I particularly enjoyed the subject matter. Have fun with ‘At Stazione Santa Maria Novella’.

*****




AT STAZIONE SANTA MARIA NOVELLA
BY THE TIME I FOUND OUR PASSPORTS, WE HAD MISSED THE LAST RAPIDO

TRAIN TO ROMA. WE HAD MISSED IT BY 45 MINUTES. ALEXIS MY BRIDE WAS

NOT AMUSED.  USUALLY I AM ON TOP OF EVERYTHING BUT THIS TRIP, MY FIRST

TO EUROPE HAD BEEN LESS THAN AN IDEAL HONEYMOON FOR EITHER OF US.

HAD I NOT BEEN STILL RECOVERING FROM A NASTY BOUT OF FLU I MAY HAVE

HANDLED THE WHOLE THING IN AN EFFICIENT MANNER.
AS WE SAT IN THE NOW DESERTED STATION, ALEXIS RUMMAGED THROUGH

HER BAG. SHE IGNORED MY NERVOUS CHATTER. HER SILENCE FRIGHTENED

ME.  FINDING HER HAIRBRUSH, SHE BEGAN BRUSHING HER LONG AUBURN
WITH SUCH INTENSITY THAT I JUMPED UP AND BEGAN PACING THE

DESERTED PLATFORM.
“STOP PACING AND SIT !” 

SHE SPOKE SOFTLY BUT WITH A FIRMNESS OF TONE THAT BOTH FRIGHTENED

AND AROUSED ME.  WHEN I  RETURNED TO MY SEAT NEXT TO HER, I SAW IN

HER LAP  THE RED BIKINI PANTIES. THE RED PANTIES WITH THE WHITE LACE

TRIM. THE RED BIKINI PANTIES WITH THE WHITE LACE TRIM THAT SHE HAD

MADE ME WEAR LAST WEEK WHEN WE WERE IN VENICE. 

MY HEART STOPPED AS SHE TOSSED THE PANTIES INTO MY LAP.  MY MIND
FLASHED ON THAT NIGHT IN ONE OF THE DARKENED ALLEYS OF VENICE,  WHEN USING THE SAME BRUSH SHE HAD IN HER HAND NOW, SHE HAD BENT ME OVER, AND WITH SLACKS AND THE RED PANTIES AROUND MY ANKLES
HAD PUMMELED MY BARE BOTTOM UNTIL SHE SAW TEARS.
  ” PUT THEM ON, NOW ! ”  
I KNEW BETTER THAN TO ARGUE. WITH A COLOR IN MY CHEEKS BRIGHTER
THAN THE COLOR OF THE PANTIES I HAD BUNCHED UP IN MY HAND  I
SCURRIED AWAY TO FIND A RESTROOM.

WHEN I RETURNED SHE SAT QUIETLY  SLOWING BRUSHING THE ENDS OF HER
SHOULDER LENGTH RAVEN BLACK HAIR.  THE SILENCE IN THE HUGE AND
DESERTED TRAIN STATION  ONLY ADDED TO MY APPREHENSION.  FEELING
MUCH LIKE A SCHOOLBOY OUTSIDE THE PRINCIPAL’S OFFICE  I WAITED.
ACROSS THE TRACK AND AT THE OTHER END OF THE STATION I SAW AN ELDERLY WOMAN SWEEPING.  MY HEART SANK.  I AVOIDED LOOKING AT
ALEXIS AND WAITED. FINALLY IT CAME.

  ” ASSUME POSITION NOW !” SHE SAID IN ALMOST A WHISPER.

AS I HAD THAT NIGHT IN VENICE, I STOOD DROPPED MY TROUSERS AND
THE RED PANTIES TO MY ANKLES THEN BENT OVER THE ARM OF THE BENCH AND WAITED.
I DONT RECALL HOW LONG I HAD TO WAIT WITH NERVOUS ANTICIPATION BUT
WILL NEVER FORGET THE SOUND OF BRUSH MAKING CONTACT WITH MY BARE
BOTTOM. IT ECHOED THROUGH THE STATION SWAT AFTER SWAT. I TRIED NOT
TO MAKE A SOUND BUT SOON THE BURN OF THE BRUSH ON MY STILL TENDER
CHEEKS, MADE ME CRY OUT.
  ” MERCY! PLEASE !  I AM SORRY ! “
THE WORDS TUMBLED FROM MY LIPS .EACH PHASE I UTTERED SEEMED SO INADEQUATE TO  WHAT I WAS FEELING. AFTER WHAT SEEMED AN ETERNITY
IT STOPPED. MY ENTIRE BODY FELT THE FIRE AND THE AROUSAL . ***.
  ” COVER YOURSELF ”  SHE SAID IN A MOCKING TONE.
  “THIS IS A PUBLIC PLACE.”
AS I FASTENED MY BELT AND ADJUSTED MYSELF, MY EYES DRIFTED TO THE
END OF THE PLATFORM. SHE WAS STILL THERE  AND WITH HER A VENDOR
WHO WAS OPENING HIS STAND.  HAD THEY BOTH WITNESSED MY HUMILIATION?

WITH A WICKED SMILE THAT SO AROUSED ME SHE SAT AND THEN QUIETLY SPOKE.
“PET ”   SHE SAID,  ” IT LOOKS LIKE THAT VENDOR IS OPENING. DO BE A GOOD
BOY AND FETCH ME AN EXPRESSO “

AS I HEADED DOWN THE PLATFORM TO THE VENDOR, I HEARD ALEXIS
SLOWLY BRUSHING HER HAIR.
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Jul 272012
 

The Brief Encounter spanking story contest inspired some very talented writers, and I am happy to share those inspirations with others who enjoy reading original spanking stories written by real spankos.  This entry is impressive in it’s detail and language, and I’m sure you’ll have a great time reading.


– Dana

*****

Ben Mitchell checked his watch and let out a sigh of impatience. It was only three after eleven, and the next train was not due until eleven twenty. A gust of cold night air passed through the empty train station, rustling the newspaper clutched in Ben’s hands. Ben wasn’t much in the mood for reading anyway. After putting in five hours of overtime at the brake shop, Ben was eager to get home and get some much needed rest.
Ben didn’t usually stay out this late, but the shop had been a lot busier this month and he’d lost three employees in the past two weeks, so the bulk of the responsibility fell on his shoulders.
It was a bit unsettling seeing the train station so deserted. In twelve hours the station would be bustling with hundreds of commuters, but now it was peacefully silent. Among the vast empty space, Ben noticed the large billboards sprawled across the station walls. These advertisements would normally be concealed by the enormous crowds passing in front of them during the daytime, but now were plainly visible in every direction.
In addition to ads for cell phones, car insurance, and prime-time television shows, one ad in particular caught Ben’s eye. The billboard displayed a gorgeous female model, reclining on her side with her back to the viewer, posing absolutely naked except for a pair of lacy red panties. The brunette beauty looked over her shoulder, staring seductively back at Ben, tempting him to buy the sexy underwear clad tightly around her full, sensuous hips.
Although Ben was not in the market for women’s undergarments, he had to admit the billboard had his attention. The barely clothed woman was a quite fetching sight among the dreary graytrain station. Ben liked that the model was not rail-thin like so many of the covergirls nowadays. The girl in this ad had healthy curves outlining her figure, especially around her hips, buttocks, and thighs. Her rather skimpy panties complemented the full, rounded cheeks peeking out. She had, in Ben’s opinion, a proper woman’s body.
Ben made a mental note to remember that ad, and hopefully find the name of the model in it. He did not recognize her from any other advertisement in his memory, but he hoped this would not be the last time he saw her.
At last a train finally pulled into the station. Ben folded his newspaper under his arm and made his way into one of the locomotive’s many compartments. Not surprisingly, the compartment he chose was empty, save for one person in a winter cap seated at the front of the car. Ben took a seat two rows behind the other passenger and waited as the train sped into motion.
Ben was tempted to close his eyes and attempt a few minutes of shut-eye, but thought the better of it. With his level of fatigue, there was a very real danger of him not waking up in time for his stop. Ben slapped his face with both hands and stared wide-eyed out the window, determined to watch for his stop.
“Excuse me sir?”
Ben was caught off guard by the greeting. The other passenger in his car was talking to him. She was young, in her early twenties, and wrapped in a long blue coat. She’d taken a seat across the aisle from him and now was perhaps the only thing keeping him from drifting into deep slumber.
“Yes?” Ben said wearily.
“Can you tell me if we already passed Hollander? I’m new to this city,” the passenger said.
“No, Hollander isn’t for several more stops,” Ben said. “You should have taken the number six, this one goes the long way.”
“Oh, it figures!” the woman said. “At least I didn’t miss it.”
Ben smiled.
“How long you been in Newport?” Ben asked.
“Just this week,” the woman said. “I’m here for a modeling job, actually.”
Ben should have known. The woman was beautiful. Despite her winter coat, Ben could tell she boasted a very shapely figure.
“Oh, what kind of modeling do you do?” Ben asked.
“Lingerie,” them woman said, shyly.
It should have clicked for Ben, but it didn’t. Not right away. The brown hair, piercing eyes, fair skin. But given that he was seconds away from drifting into Slumberland, one could hardly blame him for not recognizing her.
“Say, I haven’t seen you in anything, have I?” Ben asked.
The woman squirmed in her seat.
“Maybe,” she said. “I just did a shoot for Emilie’s. They’ve been advertising a lot around here.”
And then it clicked. Ben hardly recognized her with her clothes on, but when he took another look at her pretty face and lovely shoulder length hair, a light bulb flicked on above his head.
“You’re not-” Ben began, “the girl on that billboard, in the red panties?”
The woman nodded.
“None other,” the woman said. “I’m Veronica Cruz.”
“Ben Mitchell,” Ben said, extending his hand. Veronica offered her hand and Ben took it, and squeezed it firmly. After years of labor in the brake shop Ben’s hands had become rugged and strong, and often didn’t realize his strength.
“I was just admiring your ad back at the station,” Ben said. “You’re very beautiful.”
Veronica looked away coyly.
“Thank you,” she said softly.
“How long have you been in modeling?” Ben asked.
“About eight years,” Veronica said. “It’s always been my love, ever since I was a little girl. I started going to auditions when I was fourteen. I’ve been hooked ever since.”
“Your parents supportive of your occupation?” Ben asked.
Veronica nodded.
“My Mom, yes, my Dad, not so much.”
“What’s your Dad’s problem with it?” Ben asked.
Veronica took a breath.
“He- didn’t want me doing sexy modeling. When I started auditioning I was just modeling dresses and jeans. And then I got older and I started getting offered swimsuit shoots and he hit the roof.”
“So I take it he wouldn’t be too happy seeing that billboard back at the train station?” Ben asked.
Veronica laughed.
“Not at all. But after he divorced my Mom I stopped caring what he thought. Now I’m glad I started doing lingerie modeling. He has to see that same billboard every time he goes to work back home. And I love it.”
Ben laughed too.
“You’re quite the defiant daughter,” Ben said. “I bet you got in tons of trouble as a girl.”
The lights on the train flickered as the train hit a small bump.
“You could say that,” Veronica laughed. “I got grounded a lot a teenager. Always seemed to me it was worth it though.”
Ben nodded in understanding.
“So what else do you do?” Ben asked. “Besides modeling and being a defiant daughter?”
Veronica giggled.
“Well I love reading and horseback riding,” Veronica said. “Actually reading is my other passion. I read at least two books a week. Thick books, mind you.”
“What are you reading there?” Ben asked. He noticed Veronica had a small black book protruding from the gray handbag slung over her shoulder.
“Oh this?” Veronica asked. “Just a how-to guide for succeeding in the modeling business. Not the type I read for fun.”
“May I see?” Ben asked.
Veronica cringed suddenly.
“It’s-” Veronica stammered. “Nothing you’d be interested in. It’s all boring advice for models.”
“I have a lot of interests,” Ben said with a smile. “Come on, let me have a look.”
“I’d rather not,” Veronica said. She pushed the book further into her purse to conceal it, but found there was not enough room. Veronica turned the book to its side and attempted to zip her purse closed, but in struggling to do so, the train lurched abruptly. The contents of her purse spilled out onto the train floor- including the book.
“I’m sorry, let me help you with that,” Ben said.
“No, it’s okay, I-“
No sooner were the words out of Veronica’s mouth that Ben picked up the small black book and took a peek at the cover.
The cover read “One Hundred Erotic Spanking Stories.”
“This is a peculiar title for a book about modeling tips,” Ben said teasingly.
“Give me that!” Veronica said, snatching the book from Ben’s grasp. She stuffed the book back into her purse along with her other belongings and zipped it closed.
“You enjoy spanking stories?” Ben asked.
Veronica’s face turned beet red.
“Sometimes,” she said.
“Nothing wrong with that,” Ben said.
Veronica turned to Ben, surprised.
“It’s just something I started reading. Out of curiosity,” Veronica said.
“I like spanking stories too,” Ben said. “I’ve read quite a volume of them. Most of them on the Internet.”
“Oh,” Veronica said.
“How long have you been interested in spanking?” Ben asked.
“A- a while now,” Veronica said. She was silent for a moment, but to Ben surprise, she continued.
“When I was in high school I was friends with this girl Marybeth. She told me her Dad spanked her. I thought that was so strange, but exciting. And I started wishing I had been spanked.”
“Haven’t you ever been spanked?” Ben asked.
Veronica shook her head.
“Never.”
“That’s too bad,” Ben said. “I think every girl should be spanked.”
Veronica tightened her coat anxiously.
“Have you ever spanked anyone?” Veronica asked.
“Yes,” Ben said. “My ex-girlfriend, and one of my female friends in college.”
“Tell me about it,” Veronica said. “Please.”
Ben thought for a moment. He realized he was suddenly no longer exhausted, and in fact newly energized having met Veronica.
“Well, the first time was with a female friend when I was in college,” Ben said.
“Where did you do it?” Veronica asked.
“In my car, in the parking lot outside the restaurant where we just ate,” Ben said.
“Did anyone see you?” Veronica asked.
“I don’t think so, it was dark out,” Ben said.
Veronica’s eyes went wide. She was entranced by Ben’s words.
“So what did you do?” Veronica asked.
“Well, we sat there talking for a while, and then she bent over my lap teasingly,” Ben said. “And she asked me to slap her bottom hard. So I did.”
“Just once?”
“Just once.”
Veronica squeezed her thighs together, while keeping her eyes on Ben.
“Was she- bare bottomed?” Veronica asked apprehensively.
“No, she had her jeans on,” Ben said.
“Oh,” Veronica said, with a trace of disappointment.
“So what happened? You just spanked her once?” Veronica asked.
Ben nodded.
“I was hoping things would go further but we got interrupted. Some people walked by in the parking lot and she asked me to take her home. We never went out again unfortunately.”
“But you spanked some other girls, right? Your ex-girlfriend?” Veronica asked.
“Yes,” Ben said. “Beth, my first serious girlfriend. I spanked her when we were just dating.”
“How did that go?” Veronica asked.
“Well, we were on the couch watching a movie at her parents house late one night. When the movie was over we started kissing. Things heated up, and I asked her if she wanted to be spanked.”
Veronica smiled.
“She said yes, so I asked her to drop her drawers, and she did,” Ben said.
“So she was bare bottomed? When you spanked her?” Veronica asked, clutching her knees in excitement.
Ben nodded.
“She pulled her jeans and panties down and bent over my knee. The room was dark but I remember the way the moonlight looked on her bottom, it was so beautiful.”
“And then what?” Veronica asked.
“I spanked her. I don’t remember how many times, but a lot. I went for about five minutes or so. She was very calm throughout the entire session. She held very still and didn’t talk much or complain. Actually, she asked me to spank her harder.”
“Did you?” Veronica asked.
“Yes, I really gave it to her after the second time she asked. She didn’t mind it at all. By the time I was done her cheeks were bright red, but she said it was perfect.”
Ben could not believe how entranced Veronica was by the story he was telling. She was practically on the edge of her seat waiting for Ben to spill more details.
“What a lucky girl,” Veronica smiled.
“I thought I was the lucky one,” Ben said.
Ben checked out the train window to see where he was. His station was not for about two more stops.
“So have you ever spanked anyone else? Just those two girls?” Veronica asked.
“Well those were the only two girls I formally spanked,” Ben said.
“What do you mean?” Veronica asked.
“Well, I‘ve maybe slapped a few girls on their bottoms. You know, casually,” Ben said.
“What do you mean, casually?” Veronica asked.
Ben cringed. He usually didn’t tell people about this part of his life.
“I mean, I used to- when I was younger, mind you, go around and slap woman on their behinds. Without their permission.”
Veronica seemed more intrigued than offended.
“Like, where, anywhere you saw them?” Veronica asked.
“Basically, yeah,” Ben said. “Around campus during college. Or on spring break, at the beach all the girls would be walking around in bikinis, so my buddies and I would slap them on their bottoms whenever we passed them by. We got some dirty looks, but never got in serious trouble.”
“Wow, that’s kind of sexy,” Veronica said.
“Really?” Ben asked.
“Yeah. I would love to have that done to me at the beach,” Veronica said.
“Well I’ve matured since then, but there are guys who still do that,” Ben said.
Veronica sighed.
“Oooohhh, I really want to be spanked now!”
“Well, why don’t you? Ben asked. “With a gorgeous heinie like yours, you shouldn’t have any trouble finding a guy to spank you.”
“I asked my ex-boyfriend, but he was never into that,” Veronica said. “He treated me like this delicate flower all the time. He said he couldn’t stand to hurt me.”
Ben nodded understandably.
“Well, I’m sure you’ll find a guy who will give you what you need,” Ben said.
“Thanks,” Veronica said. The train screeched to a stop.
“Well, this is my stop,” Ben said. “It was nice to meet you Veronica. Good luck with your modeling career.”
Veronica smiled.
“Nice to meet you too, Ben,” Veronica said. She gave Ben a firm embrace. As she released him, Ben turned to walk to the train’s exit. He shot one last glance at Veronica, before exiting the train.
As Ben stepped onto the train’s platform, the first thing he saw was the same billboard featuring Veronica in her red panties with her bottom posed suggestively towards the camera. Ben smiled glumly and walked away.
“Wait! Ben! Wait!”
Ben turned around to see Veronica hopping off the train and hurrying towards him.
“Veronica?” Ben asked. “What is it?”
“I have to ask you something!” Veronica asked.
Ben’s felt his heart stop. What could this beautiful woman possibly want to ask him?
She waited until she was just a foot away before speaking.
“Will you spank me?” Veronica asked softly.
“I’m sorry?” Ben asked.
Veronica looked around her, noticing a few other passengers exiting from other cars. She stepped closer to Ben.
“Spank me,” Veronica whispered. “Please.”
Ben put his hands on Veronica’s hips.
“Why would you want an old man like me to spank you?” Ben asked.
Veronica laughed.
“You’re not that old. What are you thirty-five?”
“Thirty-nine,” Ben said.
“That’s perfect,” Veronica said. “You can give me the discipline my Dad never did. For being a defiant daughter.”
“How am I going to spank you? I’ve got my brother and his wife staying over at my place,” Ben said.
“You can do it at my hotel,” Veronica said. “I’m alone there. We won’t be bothered.”
Ben looked around the train platform, and back at Veronica.
“Tell you what,” Ben said. “I’ll spank you, under one condition.”
“Anything,” Veronica said.
Ben grinned.
“When I spank you, you’ll be dressed like you are in that billboard.”
Veronica blushed.
“I’ve got those same panties back at my room. Come on, the train is leaving.”
*****
Veronica’s room was lavish enough. Apparently lingerie models were treated to the best amenities money could buy. Veronica flicked a switch and a dim light illuminated the mini-bar, plush queen bed, and 42 inch plasma screen television among the other luxuries in the room.
Ben walked to the window, which opened to a balcony overlooking an ocean view. He looked back to Veronica.
“Where’s the butler?” Ben joked.
“You’ll have to call room service for that,” Veronica giggled. “Can I order you anything?”
“No, I only came here for one thing,” Ben said happily.
Veronica opened her blue coat.
“Guess I’ll go get changed.”
Veronica removed her coat and hung it up in the closet. She had an attractive red sweater and black pants underneath, which she retreated into the bathroom to remove. Ben lay down onto the plush queen sized bed and let it absorb his body. He was actually going to spank a beautiful girl. Ben thought about where the spanking should take place. The bed seemed a bit too bouncy, but he noticed the room also came equipped with a sofa near the window. Ben decided that was his best bet. Ben took a seat on the sofa and saw there was plenty of room for him to sit and for Veronica to recline across his lap.
Perfect.
Veronica seemed to be taking her time, but that was understandable. Most likely she was fixing her hair and makeup, trying to look perfect when she finally made her appearance. Looking around the room, Ben noticed a portfolio sitting on the nearby table. Ben figured it might be a few more minutes before Veronica would be ready, so Ben’s curiosity got the better of him and he decided to take a peek. Grabbing it, he opened it to find it full of Veronica’s modeling photos. Headshots, summer dresses, and lots and lots of swimsuits. Ben flipped past page after page of Veronica in skimpy, sexy swimwear. Monokinis, string bikinis, cutoff shorts and halter tops, Veronica had modeled in countless sexy ensembles. Ben flipped through the portfolio slowly, taking several moments to enjoy each of Veronica’s glamorous and provocative photos.
After admiring a photo of Veronica in a stylish one-piece that showed her beautiful long legs nicely, Ben flipped past the swimwear chapter and onto the lingerie section. Here Veronica was adorned in beautiful bra and panty sets. Some looked to be taken on a runway, with Veronica strutting sexily down in nothing more than a bra, thong, and high heels surrounded by spectators and photographers with their cameras flashing.
Finally, Ben came across the Original. The photo of Veronica in the red panties. The portfolio contained some alternate shots from that photo session.  Some showed Veronica in a similar pose, and some had her facing the camera covering her breasts with her arm, as well as a few in which she was wearing a matching bra. All in all, the Original, with her posing without the bra and her posterior facing the camera was in Ben’s opinion, the best of them all.
Ben was about to flip to the next page when the bathroom door opened.  Ben waited.  Veronica tentatively stepped out. She had her complimentary frette bathrobe and slippers on, and she strutted sexily towards Ben.
“Enjoying my photos?” Veronica chirped.
“Not as much as I’m enjoying you,” Ben said.
Veronica gave off a sheepish grin. She loved to be complimented.
“Alright, lose the robe, you know what we agreed,” Ben said.
Veronica untied her belt and opened her robe, letting the soft material fall to the floor. True to her word, she wore nothing but her sexy red panties underneath.
She looked as magnificent in person as in her photos. Long, lovely legs. Firm, curvy thighs. Beautiful smooth belly, and large full breasts. ***
“Well well,” Ben said. “Let’s get started. Why are you here, Miss Cruz?”
Veronica giggled.
“Because I’ve been a very naughty girl,” Veronica said. “I’ve been doing some sexy modeling. So I need to be punished.”
“Yes you do, Miss Cruz,” Ben said. “I think you need a spanking.”
“Yes sir, whatever you say,” Veronica said obediently.
“Good. Now bend over my knee,” Ben said.
Veronica eagerly stepped towards Ben’s side and laid across his lap, perching her buttocks sexily across his knee.
Ben took Veronica’s long, flowing hair and brushed it aside, and admired the smooth skin of her back. His eyes passed down across her spine and settled upon her bottom. Her sexy red panties hugged the curves of her buttocks so snugly. Her cheeks were so round and full, that the skimpy panties did not even cover the lower portion of her behind. The flimsy material stopped a good two inches above the fold where her buttocks met her thighs. Ben found this to be very sexy, but he knew Veronica would not want to be wearing these panties when he spanked her.
“Miss Cruz, I would like you to remove your panties now,” Ben said.
“Yes, sir,” Veronica said, eager to comply. Veronica inserted her thumbs into the sides of her panties. Very slowly, she slid them down her hips, exposing her soft, vulnerable cheeks. She slipped them down further and let the panties settle around her thighs.
Veronica’s bottom was truly a thing of beauty. Ben sat in awe at the lovely contours of her delicate mounds, that to him just seemed to be screaming “spank me!”
Ben decided to do just that. He raised his open palm in the air and brought it down in one thunderous smack.
Veronica yelped. Her cheeks jiggled upon the recoil of his smack. Veronica truly had a bottom made for spanking. Ben raised his palm, and smacked them again.
SMACK!
Veronica squealed. The sensation was as wonderful as she imagined. With this total loss of control, Veronica felt more empowered than she had in her entire life.
Ben slapped her bottom again and again. Veronica shut her eyes and let her bottom absorb the wonderful heat gathering upon her posterior. This was exactly what she needed. Veronica felt as though her bottom had never been more at home than it was under Ben’s hand.
Ben felt the same way about Veronica. He loved the way her firm cheeks felt against his palm. Her bottom felt so inviting to him, as though his hand never belonged anywhere else.
Ben spanked Veronica’s bottom faster and harder. She didn’t seem to be uncomfortable; instead she remained calm and submissive to his treatment of her. He alternated spanking her left and right cheeks, higher and lower, spreading plenty attention over the entirety of her bottom.
Veronica’s breathing picked up. Her excitement was building.
“Does it hurt?” Ben asked.
“Yes,” Veronica said. Ben slowed his spanking.
“But in a good way. Please, continue,” Veronica said.
Ben spanked her faster again, admiring her fortitude. He could see some color forming on her cheeks, slowly shifting from pale white to rosy and red.
In spite of the discomfort, Veronica felt as though she were in heaven. Being spanked was a magnificent experience, better than a full body massage or even sex.
Veronica kicked her legs up and down, enjoying every swat Ben graced on her naked bottom. Several minutes passed, and Ben continued the spanking without interruption. The stinging feeling forming on her bottom became more and more intense, but Veronica remained calm and passive, and simply allowed the intensity to increase.
She let out a soothing sigh. All the stresses of her life were momentarily suspended. She was getting her bare bottomed spanked, and that was all that mattered.
Veronica’s resolve reminded Ben of his ex-girlfriend. Her calm complacency was truly admirable. Ben believed she might very well remain silent and submissive to her spankings for as long as Ben deemed she must. He and only he would decide when her spankings would stop. Veronica’s only duty was to endure them.
Ben felt a cramp gradually forming in his hand, and decided perhaps enough was enough. He slowed his spanking, finally culminating into one final swat to the center of her butt.
“There,” Ben said, rubbing her well-spanked cheeks. “All done, naughty girl.”
Veronica laughed.
“Thank you sir, thank you so much.”
Veronica pulled herself to her feet, and rubbed her sore bottom.
“Ooh, I want to see how red it is,” Veronica said, cringing as she rubbed her crimson cheeks. She stopped to kick off the red panties, which had now gathered around her ankles. Ben admired her reddened behind as she scampered off to the bathroom, stark naked. She almost looked as though she was still wearing the panties with how rosy her rear had become.
Ben massaged his palm. In truth, he felt Veronica deserved many more spankings, but he felt his hand needed a break more than anything else. After giving his hand a few moments of rest, Ben regretted ending Veronica’s spanking so soon.
Veronica emerged from the bathroom, still wearing nothing but a bright smile across her face.
“I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,” Veronica said.
“I can guarantee you that,” Ben said.
“May I get dressed now?” Veronica asked.
“Not just yet,” Ben said, holding up his index finger. Veronica froze.
“Have you learned your lesson, young lady?” Ben asked.
“Yes sir, I have,” Veronica said. “Having my bare bottom spanked was exactly the lesson I needed.”
Ben looked at Veronica skeptically.
“Did you get enough spankings though?” Ben asked. “Don’t you think you deserve a few more?”
Veronica paused. She felt her heart skip a beat.
“Maybe,” Veronica said.
Ben simply looked at her. Veronica grabbed her forearms nervously. She knew the correct answer.
“I do, sir,” Veronica said. Ben smiled. He extended his knee invitingly to Veronica. Veronica stepped towards him and bent over his lap once again.
“May I have a few more spankings please?” Veronica asked.
“Yes, you may,” Ben said. He looked at Veronica’s cheeks once again, admiring the work he’d already done. Veronica was spunky, and Ben decided she could handle plenty more of what Ben could offer her.
So Ben spanked her. He spanked her fast and he spanked her hard, loud enough to make the smack echo against the walls and hard enough to make both of her cheeks jiggle about. Without a work of protest from Veronica, Ben raised his palm in the air, and bestowed her naked bottom with twelve more minutes of glorious spankings.
*****
“Will I see you again?” Ben asked. They stood at the entrance of the train, the doors open and waiting.
“Yes,” Veronica quipped. “On billboards all over town.”
Ben forced a laugh.
“I’ll be looking for you whenever I’m in this station,” Ben said.
“I’ll do the same. When I’m in town again,” Veronica said.
“It was nice to meet you,” Ben said.
Veronica nodded.
Ben turned to take one last look at Veronica, hoping it would not be the last time he would ever see her. He walked up the train’s steps and took a seat near the window so he could see her. She stood on the platform, watching him. The train let out a puff of steam, and slowly lurched into motion. Ben watched as Veronica got farther and father away as the train trembled across the tracks and sped off into the night.
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‘An Officer’s Story’ is yet another example of the wonderful imaginations of our fellow spanking enthusiasts. I hope that you enjoy it as much as I have! (Brief Encounter story writing contest entry.)


–  Dana

*****


An officers story. 




As a Commander in the Navy I have the usual pleasure to meet and greet the new officers in my command. Today I am standing on the train platform waiting for the 4:40 to arrive from San Francisco. I wander from end to end, wondering just what this new nurse is going to be like. She seems pretty competent, from her last fitness report, and the only disconcerting comment was she was some what unconventional in a military sense. I am not quite sure what that meant, but I have run into all sorts in my military career and certainly know how to handle a defiant nurse. 


The train finally pulls in and I wait for my new arrival to debark. No nurse. Soon the train picks up some new passengers and departs. “Well, where the blazes is she?” I look around and the entire platform is empty except of one person, a woman, wearing a miniskirt, smoking a cigarette, looking a bit lost. This couldn’t be my new nurse….just couldn’t be. But our eyes meet and she saunters over as I start waking toward her. “Lieutenant Taylor?” I asks. “Yeah, that’s me.” She replies. “Lieutenant, we do observed military courtesy around here, and it’s ‘yes sir,’ not ‘yeah,’ do I make myself clear?”
“Oh, yes surh,” she replied scarcasically. “Lieutenant, if we’re going to get along, it’s going to start right now, is that understood?”   
“You sound like my father, but I’ll try, sir, she replied with a bit more sincerity in her voice. 
“I don’t know how they ran things up North, but you will observe military courtesy here….again, am I understood? And, where is your uniform?” 
“Well I didn’t think it was necessary while traveling, sir. ”  “It’s necessary now, and put out that cigarette. Now, I get your bags and we’ll get to the base and discuss this again.” She causally flipped the cigarette butt onto the platform and snuffed in with her shoe. I just shook my head and stared at her. “What?” she said. “You’re lucky that you’re an officer, or you’d be eating that butt,” I warned. “Whatever” she replied as we made to baggage claim, just off the platform. 

As I picked up her bags and made it to the car, she trailed behind and finally got to the car and sat down. “When we get to the base and the BOQ, (Basic Officers Quarters) you will be in uniform immediately is that clear?”  “Yes sir” was the meek reply. 

It was a half-hour ride to the base and she never said a word during that time, and neither did I. We rolled up to and through the main gate and around the base to the BAQ.  I stopped the car and walked her up to the front door and opened it. 
“You’re the only one her now, but another two nurses with be joining you by the end of the week, Now. I’m going to be back in 30 minuted and I want to see you in uniform and ready for duty…again, do I make myself clear? 
She looked at me with a bit of defiance, and uttered out another meek, “Yes sir.”

I did return in 30 minutes and there was my new nurse, still not in uniform, sitting on the front stoop again smoking a cigarette. 
“Lieutenant, just what the hell do you think you’re doing”? “I gave you a direct order and I expect it to be followed to the letter, Now you put that cigarette out, walk right back in there and get into uniform…” With that she flicked the cigarettes butt out to the grass and looked at me with a “what are you going to do about it” look and turned to the door. “Lieutenant,” I said as I followed her through the door, “You’re going have a little lesson in how I run things around here, Now get changed NOW” “Then, I want you standing at attention right here.” I said, pointing at a spot on the deck.” She just nodded with a nonchalance glance and shuffled off to the bedroom to change. “Daddy’s little darlin” I thought as I waited and waited, pacing the floor. Finally she emerged in uniform….white stockings, crisp starched nurses dress and her hat. “Right here, at attention” I pointed to a spot on the deck. “That’s better,” I said, as she dutifully complied.  

 “That’s better. Now do you want to explain your actions? You’re a nurse and an officer for christsakes. You’re suppose to be setting an example, and you act like a fricking hipster or something. That is completely unacceptable here. Don’t you have anything to say for yourself?
 

“Well? No answer? If this were the British Navy I’d have you flogged for insubordination and failing do obey a direct order” “What? I didn’t hear you.”  “You didn’t think it was important? “That’s it? You didn’t think it was important?”

 “That’s no excuse around here and we’re going to make sure you learn this right here and now!. Maybe I can’t have you flogged, but I certainly can do the next best thing.” “Get over here, and that’s an order.

Sitting on the corner of the sofa, I grabbed her  arm and drag her across my knee.

 “Please sir, you can’t do this…” “Oh, yes I can; and besides that, who are you going to tell, your superior officer?…Oh, wait, that’s me”!

 I smoothed the startchy material of her pure white dress uniform and start giving her good hard spanks on the back of her dress. In moments her white-stocking clad legs start kicking like a little girl.

 “Stop that” I command. “Yes, sir, but your hurting me.” I’ll do more than that if you don’t keep your legs still.” As I continue the spanking with hard,
 slapping slaps. Then it stops.

 “I am not sure I’m getting though to you Lieutentant, this certainly doesn’t seem to be making the kind of impression I wish to make on you.

I start to lift the back of her dress and she tried to protest and reach back to keep it down. I slapped her hands away.  “Now stop that, and that’s an order. You’ll take every bit of this spanking and more if I desire. Do I make myself clear, Lieutentant? Good. 

 I lifted the back uniform dress and lacy hemmed slip and find she is wearing some bright red lace panties and a garter belt for the white stockings.

 “Are these standard issue, Lieutenant?”  I say snapping the waist band several times. “No, sir.” “NO, Sir? Is that all you can say”? “I should make you change right now, but that can wait for a bit. I’m sure your ass won’t know the difference in a few minutes anyway.”

 I start spanking her well-rounded and very shapely bottom again. Up, down, upper thighs, hard stinging swats. “Quit moving.” I stop only long enough to yank these panties down and then keep on spanking until her  bottom is red, red and red hot. Then I stop. “OK, lieutenant, get up and I want you to stand right here,” I say pointing to the same place on the deck. “Right here, and keep that dress up so I can see that red bottom of yours; It does match those red panties quite a bit. Now, I am going out for a few minutes. When I get back you’d better have your standard issue panties and stockings on and standing exactly right here; And, you will bring those red panties with you, and then then we’ll finish your punishment.”

“But, sir, you can’t…” “I told you what you can do with that. Now keep your mouth shut, unless you want to go on report also. DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR, LIEUTENANT? GOOD.”

 After I leave, she sheepishly moved to the bedroom to remove the lacy red panties and put on the standard white ones, also removing the garter belt and pulling on the white pantyhose stocking wondering just what happened and what is going to happen. Her bottom is red, throbbing and so hot and tears were swelling up in her eyes. “What a bastard” she thought, I really never thought he’s actually spank me and so hard…boy, damn, my bottom hurts!”

 She removes the red lacy panties and replaces them with the standard issue white nylon ones and changes into the white pantyhose, She lets her  dress down smoothing it out as she leaves the room and reenters the front room and moves toward the attention spot on the floor holding the red panties in bunched up in her right hand before he comes through the door.

 “I can’t believe this is happening. I know I probably deserved this, but I cannot believe it! Turned over  his knee and spanked like a little bratty girl. Here I am a Lieutenant in the Navy…an officer and to have a superior treat me like this is, is, well, maybe not so bad. Beside that, I guess I did deserved it.”

This, and a myriad of other thoughts rush through her slightly dizzy head. Then she is brought back to reality when she hears the main door opening as she  rushes to re-assume her position at attention looking at the front door.

Before the door is completely open, you hear the order to about face. You dutifully turn so you back is to the door. You hear the door close behind you.

 “OK, Lieutenant, lets do a uniform check. lift the back of your dress. Yes, that’s much better, I never want to see you out of uniform again, is that clear?  “Civvies are for civilians, not officers. Now let down your dress and turn around. 
 She slowly turned around and are horrified to see him holding a long slender switch.

 “I had one hell of a time trying to find this switch, around here, but I think it will do the job.”

 “Sir, you can’t be serious. You can’t whip me with that.”

“Lieutenant, I think we’re already past what I can and can’t do. Now, put those red panties you have in your right hand, down on this end of the sofa and then I want you to bend over this end. I want you to be looking at those panties and remember  they are at least half the cause of this punishment, your attitude the other.”


You hesitate, but slowly turn.

 “Not fast enough,” you’re told, and then hear a very audible swish, and then feel a deep burning sensation on your calf’s. “Ouch, my God that hurts.”

 “Well then get moving. There is a much better place to use this supple switch on,” as another stroke finds its spot just above the last one.

“Ow. I hurrying”!  she assert as she tosses the red panties on the sofa and slowly moves to the other end. She glances over to him, avoiding eye contact, but fixated with the slender switch he is flexing in his hands and tapping on his pant leg. She stares at the end of the sofa and places her hands on the couch and then stops short of actually bending over. 

 “Good, now bend over the end and put your hands in from of you and get a good look at those red panties. Do it now! I am not going to tell you again.” 
Now you obediently comply this time. Your bottom is jutted up in just the right position, and you feel your dress being pulled up. No use in trying to talk your way out of this. You try to prostest when he takes down your pantyhose to mid-thigh only to be reminded that back talk will get you an extra stroke.



Your muscles tense up when you hear the swish of the switch cutting though the air and then being gently tapped on your panties, now taut on your well-positioned bottom.


“Now hold still and this will be over soon.” “Yes, sir, “you mumble, your hands grabbing on to the cushions still looking at those panties that seemed to have cause all this mess.


The first stroke lands squarely across your bottom, you yelp and reach back to protect yourself only to find the switch lightly hitting your hand back to
above your head.  The next stroke falls, you shriek. Then another and another. The switching goes on. Stroke after cutting stroke. Deep, penetrating, burning, strokes searing your poor bottom.

Suddenly it stops, but then you feel your and panties being yanked down again, but tpo spent to do a damn thing about it.

“We’re almost done, Lieutenant. I think I finally getting through to you and next time you’ll remember to act like an lady and an officer. Now hold still
 for the remainder of your punishment.”

Again the switch starts cutting stripes on your bottom. Another 15 or 20 searing strokes, but you’ve lost count.

Finally, a few breath-taking criss-cross strokes across the already redded weals of your very sore bottom.   The whipping stops.
 You lay there, with tears welled up in your eyes, and still clenching the red panties in both hands.

“OK, Lieutenant, rub your bottom if you wish. I think I’ve got my message across” he said as he tosses the well-worn and frayed switch in front of her on the sofa.

“Yes, sir, you certainly have,” she says still gasping for breath. You reach back and lightly caress your very tender bottom with the red panties.

“Now, pull yourself together and meet me at the bar in the Officers Club in 30 minutes and I’ll buy you a drink and we can talk about military justice.”  With that and not a word more her commanding officer calmly walks out the door.

You stand up and make your way to the full length mirror.

Your bottom is stripped like a barber pole. You eyes are still tearing and your hair is a mess.

You make your way to the bathroom and wash your face and place a cold damp hand cloth on your bottom. Ah,
at least some relief! You very carefully pull up your stockings and panties trying not to let them touch your skin, and
let your slip and dress down. You fix your make-up, brush your hair and make yourself presentable. You make your way to the front room and  sit, albeit very gingerly, on the corner of the sofa thinking about what just happened. Laying on the sofa is that wicked slender little switch that just layed into your bottom along with your red panties..  

 “Nasty little thing.” you think. You pick it up, swish it in the air a few times just to hear it, and a shiver goes up your spine….you place it on the end table and then retrieve your non-standard red lacy panties and look long and hard at them. In a minute,  you pull up your dress and  gingerly remove your standard issued panties and pull the red ones on again. Owie, ooh, holy cow, he whipped me good,” you think to yourself as that material goes over the her well welted bottom.  “Hell, he’ll  never know, you convince yourself and again don the garter belt and white stockings. “There!” You glare defiantly at yourself in the mirror and you let your dress down and smooth it out. “At least that feels better!”
“Now, for that drink. I hope I can stand at the bar.”
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