Readers,
Another fine entry to the ‘Person, Place, and Thing’ Spring Break story contest, this blast from the past untitled piece incorporates both F/F and F/M spankings. Enjoy!
– Dana
It was the spring of 1966 and I had big plans for spring break- hot girls and cold beer. For months Sandy and I have been planning to go to a secluded beach in Florida that was a popular spring break destination. My sister was out of town for two weeks and I knew the combination to the lock on her garage where she kept her 1958 Pontiac convertible. When we arrived it was everything we had expected- hot girls in bikinis and cold beer. Back in the 1960’s if you were caught with beer in your car cops would pour it out and send you on your way. It was the good old boys system- or so we thought.
Sandy had a beautiful body and wasn’t afraid to show it off in a skimpy bikini and could she kiss. If I tried to get beyond that point she would grab my hands and put them in their place. When we got to the beach we got drop dead drunk. What shocked me the most was the rude disrespectful behavior that the other students displayed toward the police. Yet the police tolerated the remarks, underage drinking, smell of pot, and even being called pigs from the direction of the smell of pot. I didn’t understand it; but, I assumed that they were concerned with not starting a riot and keeping our behavior isolated to a small beach.
How wrong I was. There were only three ways out of the beach and when Sandy and I left that evening there was an alcohol check point at every exit. Here we were half wasted with open containers and beer cans all over the back seat. Upon checking our car the police officer directed us to a parking space and ordered us into the back seat of a police car. When the doors were closed we were locked in and Sandy was in tears. Here we were in another state and about to be hauled into a police station for underage drinking and driving under the influence. I immediately understood why the police tolerated so much name calling and rude behavior from the crowd- they would get the last laugh.
The police officer got into his car and drove us past the police station for a couple of miles and turned on a long driveway to a secluded house. The officer grabbed our arms and escorted us to the front door where we were greeted by a maid who lead us to the library and instructed the officer to wait in the hall. She had a strange smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye that was almost frightening.
Sitting at his desk in the library was a handsome gentleman in his 50’s. He smiled and offered Sandy and me a seat. We both felt quite foolish in our swimming suits. He explained that we were both in serious trouble and that the citizens of the town were perturbed with the behavior of college students during spring break but couldn’t afford to hire enough officials to deal with the problem when it was only for one week. The jails and criminal justice system were sufficient for fifty one weeks but not for the one week that college students invaded the town. Because of this civic leaders have come up with a three step plan. First we will patrol the beach and note unlawful and disrespectful behavior. Second since there are only three exits from the beach we will establish checkpoints. Students being disrespectful will have profiles sent to checkpoints and those with excessive beer or impaired will be detained. Third there are three secluded homes where detainees will be escorted.
One house was occupied by a couple who operated the local health club. This couple were trim and fit and would have no trouble handling young college students. In the second house lived a 50 year old widow who had raised five children after her husband was killed by a drunk driver. The third house was his and his wife Dana Kane was the local elementary principal. He said that we had a choice to make. Either we would burden the local judicial system or agreed to voluntarily accept a no nonsense paddling from his wife. He further explained that her school only allowed five swats but that girls never returned for a second spanking and that the boys were very unhappy little boys when they left her office. A few of the boys found themselves over her knee several times but were in tears, kicking, begging, and pleading long before the fifth spank. Ms. Kane suspected that some of the boys, although they found her spankings extremely painful, had a need to be soundly spanked.
We both agreed to be soundly spanked by Ms. Kane. Sandy went first and Ms. Kane put her across her nylon clad legs. The first spank went across the top of Sandy’s legs and the bottom of her bottom leaving a red strip across the bottom of Sandy’s bikini clad bottom. The second spank landed right in the middle of both cheeks. The third and fourth landed on the right and left cheek respectively. The next six peppered her bottom from the top to the bottom as she pleaded, kicked , begged and cried. When Ms. Kane left Sandy up she danced and jumped around the room holding her bright red bottom.
I was next. Ms. Kane put me across her nylon clad lap and told me that I would get double of what Sandy got and that I would be acting more like one of her elementary students than like a college freshman when she was finished with me. She was right. Sandy took her paddling better than me.. By the third spank I was pleading, by the fifth I was kicking and begging and by the sixth I was crying. After twenty my naked bottom was bright red and so was my face.
To this day I thank Ms. Kane for the paddling she gave me. While over her knee I only wanted it to end; but, when it was over I was grateful for not going through the criminal justice system. Ever once and awhile I for some strange reason wish that I could again relieve all of my anxiety over her knee again.