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.
