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Another Unsuspecting Man Recalls The Sassy Miss Who
Roped Him Into Regular, Rosy-Cheeked Bliss at Work!

Yogurt Shop Spankings!

Dear Barbara... My name is Alex. I’m 27 and live in Palm Desert, California. I’ve been interested in spanking since I was 12 but, with the exception of a few magazines, I knew of no outlet for my fantasies. I was too shy to try to incorporate spanking into any of my relationships with women. Consequently, these relationships failed because I always ended up unsatisfied. They couldn’t please me and I couldn’t explain why.

Then, two years ago, something wonderful happened. I had a job at a frozen yogurt store in San Diego. I was often playfully teased by one of my co-workers, Michelle, a 19 year-old brunette with a cute little figure. She liked to jump on my back and mess up my hair. I’d joked many times about putting her over my knee, but I was only bluffing. One evening we were closing the store and Michelle was hurrying because she was going out with some friends later. In her haste, she spilled a large tub of strawberry yogurt all over the floor.

"Damn!" She said. "This is going to take forever to clean up!" Meanwhile, her friends had driven up outside and were honking the horn.

"Alex, can you clean this up? If I don’t go now, they’re going to leave without me!"

I nodded and grabbed a mop. As she left, she kissed me on the cheek and whispered into my ear. "You can give me a spanking tomorrow."

I blushed just thinking about it. Thoughts of slapping those cute little cheeks filled my head as I finished up closing the store, but by the time I got home and went to bed, I’d more or less forgotten about it.

The next morning when I showed up for work, I found Michelle waiting for me at the front door of the store. I let her in, but told her that she wasn't scheduled for the morning shift.

"I know," she said, "but we have some unfinished business and I’d like to get to it as soon as possible."

Michelle walked to the back of the store and I followed. She took a chair from behind the work desk and placed it in the center of the room.

"Why don’t you sit down right here?" She said.

I followed her lead. She unbuttoned her blue jeans and wriggled her hips as she pushed them down to her knees. She pulled up her work shirt to reveal a powder blue pair of panties that looked more like a bikini bottom. She then laid herself across my lap, her fingers and toes just grazing the floor, her lovely little ass arched up in anticipation.

"This is going to hurt me more than it does you." I said, melodramatically.

Bumping her hip against the hardening bulge in my pants, Michelle laughed lightly and said, "Yeah, I can feel your pain."

I laid my left hand firmly on the small of her back and slowly lifted my right. I started to spank her rather slowly at first but with gaining speed. One cheek and then the other, then both, then just the right one for a while until it glowed hot pink and then I’d switch back to the left.

At first, Michelle only let out little yelps and sighs, between the swats, but after a few minutes, she was kicking and gasping. Soon my hand was a blur of motion. I felt like an artist, splashing shades of red and pink onto a perfectly rounded canvas.

I continued to swat away until her kicking became frenzied and her poor little bottom was entirely scarlet. Then I helped her to her feet and took her, by the ear, to a corner of the room. There was a full-length mirror on the door to the bathroom nearby. Michelle looked over her shoulder at her reflection.