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I stood up, grasped her left wrist in my right hand, dragged her
over to a hay bale, sat down on it and pulled her, face down and bottom up, over my lap. I
paused for a moment and then knew that the stars had ordained this event; there on the
floor, next to the hay bale, was a wooden slat that was the perfect size and shape for
soundly warming the seat of a misbehaving young lady.
I grasped the slat in my right hand and, holding her wrists in my
left hand, proceeded to get to the bottom of the problem.
The first smack that fell upon the tightly stretched seat of her
faded blue jeans caused three things to happen: a small cloud of dust rose from her seat,
her behind lunged and twisted as the smart of the smack penetrated the material of her
jeans and panties and she gave a soul-satisfying howl of pain.
As I used the slat to soundly dust the seat of her britches she
continued to twist, wriggle and move about on my lap, trying to escape the relentless
sting of the wood meeting denim. I used the slat on her jeans for 25 smacks or so and then
paused for a moment.
Leads to a Spontaneous Spanking
& we suspect, she!...
Will Never Forget!
Beach Blanket Blushes!
Dear SSS... I'm not a good writer but your mention of summer
spankings brought back a great memory I'd like to share. I hope you'll decide to use it.
I was 18 in the summer of '73 &
about to head for college in September. My friends & I had formed a really tight
circle through high school & all of us would be going our separate ways
at summer's end. There were 8 of us in total, 4 guys & 4 girls, & we were all a little sad about it, so we all decided that we'd make our
last summer together as "kids" the best ever.
All of us were Jersey shore fanatics, but that summer we made a
concentrated effort to be there all the time & be together as much as possible. We were staying at my parents' summer house on this occasion, &
were on the beach as usual. We weren't crazed partiers, but the drinking age had
just been lowered to 18 & we did like to hang out at the shore bars we could now
get into & whoop it up.
I'd overdone it a little the night before
& was happy laying there on a blanket,
letting the sun sweat out some of the residual poisons of the hops & barley I'd
I was in that nice half asleep, very relaxed state when Patti, a
girl friend in every sense of the word got bored & decided to look for other
diversions. I guess I looked too peaceful or something & attracted her
My friends & I
all kind of dated each other as well as others
throughout our high school
years, but Patti & me had been particularly tight since we started dating
about the time virginities started falling & were each others "firsts".
That, & the fact that we got along great kept us together longer than any of
our other relationships. But we were too young to think about or want
forever, & had amicably moved on about a year before.
Well, I didn't know Patti was standing over me until her shadow blocked
the sun. I waited for a second, thinking at first that it was a cloud, but when the shade
didn't disappear, I opened my eyes & saw a devilishly smiling Patti standing there
with a sneaker in her hand.
Patti was one of our more playful ladies, & I wasn't so out of
it that I didn't realize her having a sneaker poised over me was unusual. I told her that
whatever she had in mind, she'd better think again. She smiled & told me there was
some nice cold ocean water in the shoe & she thought it would
help cool me off. We bantered for a bit with the conclusion being that I threatened to
give her a spanking if she dumped the water on me.
Patti had been over my knee for playful spankings before,
as had all of
the girls in our group & a few others, too. I'd gotten turned on to
spanking through movies & TV. My favorite, appropriately enough as it
would turn out, was the beach spanking scene with Elvis in Blue Hawaii.
And, fortunately, back then, most girls found playful spankings fun & sexy, too.
Anyway, I knew Patty liked it
when I playfully warmed her bottom, so I wasn't all that amazed when her smile got
wider & she upended the sneaker, dumping a small amount of ocean on me & the
blanket. She turned & ran, squealing gleefully, while I gasped, growled &
I was a lot faster than Patti, so it was only
a 20 or so yard chase. She gave me the cutest naughty girl caught, suddenly angelic act.
But I knew she was as up for the spanking she had coming as much as me by the
twinkle in her eyes & her lack of real resistance as I pulled her over toward
the jetty & a big rock to sit on.
I scolded Patti & promised a
spank burn worse than any burn the sun had ever given her, of course. But
my threats were as much for show as Patti's meager resistance & the giggles
she couldn't contain while she tried to play the part of the terrified culprit.
had seen part of the show
& moved in closer to watch the rest. I told them all what Patti had done despite my
warning, & that now the little minx was going to get the spanking I
promised. All the guys took my side, naturally, encouraging me to great spanking heights
while the gals all took Patti's side & called me a brute & so on.
Everyone was pretty much into the play, including Patti & me.
She fake fought to keep me from pulling her over my knees, & tried to sound
scared & offended while giggling & wriggling against my crotch in a decidedly
provocative way. Her efforts were not in vain & she
had to feel the successful effects of her teasing. But she didn't let up or on &
neither did I as I scolded her & soaked up the sight of her gorgeous, bikini clad bottom &
the sensational feel of her gyrations across my lap.
I could & would
have just held Patti over my lap & basked in the warmth of the sun & sexy
glow she was generating inside me for the rest of the day. It was a
slice of heaven & felt that good. But our friends were impatient for
me to spank Patti, & she was urging me to "go on & get it over with" as
asked for this," I said &
rounded, bikini clad buns a light whack. The guys all hooted & the gals squealed in
mock horror. I hadn't had the privilege of fondling Patti's fine fanny for a
while, so I cupped my palm around the bun I'd smacked & gave it a squeeze.
Patti let out a theatrical howling protest at the spank,
threatening to get even with me & all that. But she pressed her bottom into my hand as
if to encourage me, so I started landing slaps to each side
of her bikini bottoms, savoring a squeeze of her firm, curved cheeks with each while
everyone watched & played their parts in our beach bunny spanking drama.
The guys hooted & the girls squealed & protested with each
of the approximately 20 light spanks I landed. Patti played the suffering spankee
at first, but then she started acting bored. Her legs stopped kicking & she just
lay across my knees, looking at her nails & telling me to let her know when I was
finished so she could get a bucket & pour more water on me.
Patti wanted to stir me & our
crowd up, & she did. The guys all hooted for me to really "give it to her"
& there was a tittering of encouragement from the girls as well. Patti told them
all to mind their own business & go jump in the surf, but she wriggled her
bottom against my palm & laughingly joined in when a few slurs were tossed
toward my manliness &
spanking abilities, so I
& everyone else knew that she was having fun & not ready for her spanking to
Like I said, I loved the feel
of Patti wriggling over my lap & wanted to keep feeling it all day. I
also had developed a potentially embarrassing pole in my swim trunks that I
wasn't anxious to show off. So, I joined in the banter between my
friends & kept things warm on the spanking front with occasional pats to
Patti's rounded rump & various threats that popped into my head.
One of them was
Patti's bikinis down & give her bare ass the spanking it deserved,
which was exactly what I wanted to do since I'd first bent her
over my knees. I'd had the pleasure of warming Patti's bare bottom before when
we were dating & was all for going for it again. But I thought doing
so now & in public was over the line
& didn't really mean
it when it popped out of my mouth. It was just part of the game &
seemed like the right thing to say at the time.
And, luckily for me &
Patti, it was!
Our guy friends all
loved the idea & hooted for me to do it as you'd expect. But it was
reaction of the girls that surprised the both of us. Although they all
squealed in mock horror, every one had the same eager, hopeful expression in
their wide eyes as the guys.
Linda, a girl I'd dated &
several times, wet her lips &, I swear, had a glint of arousal in her eyes.
I felt sure she wanted to trade places with Patti & wouldn't have put up the
fuss the girl over my lap started to as soon as Jim made his suggestion to
bare her sweet seat.
protests & threats to castrate me if I dared bare her in front of everyone were real.
I remember thinking something like, "that's more like it", & deciding right
then that the sun was going to shine on her naughty bare bottom while I had the pleasure of turning
Patti had other thoughts & one was to get away before I could strip down her
bikini bottoms, if I dared. She tried to roll off my lap
I made an elaborate show of slowly
peeling down the bikini bottoms. Patti helped by first kicking her legs so fast they
blurred, trying to grab the waistband to stop me, & then trying to cover her bare
cheeks & protect her modesty when her bottom was bare. I didn't pull the bottoms down
far enough to expose Patti's pussy, not wanting to really humiliate her, but the comments
from the assembled masses were enough to make the poor girl moan in shame.
The glory of Patti's beautiful backside in the light of day was
awesome. I hungrily feasted my eyes & saw that all the guys did too. They were hooting
encouragement as Patti's bottom was being bared, but I noticed the volume decrease with
each inch of bare skin unveiled. The girls squeals similarly seemed to quiet as Patti's
bunny tail-- the milky white skin against the dark tan-- acted like a magnet that drew
everyone's full attention. Of all the girls in our group, Patti had always been the winner
of the best ass award!
I could feel everyone's eyes follow my hand when I lifted it from
Patti's silky smooth curves, then follow it downward to see her springy seat wobble with
the increased impact I employed. Patti's yipe was real this time, & everyone but
she & I laughed.
although she didn't move
her legs a notch then or for the rest of the spanking. She had pressed her legs as
tightly together as she could when I'd bared her bottom & she kept them that way
throughout the twenty spanks or so I landed.
None of the spanks were particularly hard, but Patti's bottom was
a cute hot pink by the time I stopped & asked her if she'd learned her lesson. She
quietly answered yes & yes again when I asked if she'd expect similar treatment the
next time she pulled a prank.
I pulled up her bikinis & then made a point of looking into
each girls eyes while promising similar treatment for any of them. I was sure I saw
desire, not fear, in each of their looks & proved it later when Linda teased her way
over my knee for much the same offense Patti had committed.
Patti & I went back to the beach that night & talked. then
we made love more furiously than we ever had until the sun rose. She wouldn't
admit it, but I knew she'd gotten as turned
on by the spanking as me. , & for the rest of that summer, we were a couple again.
And a couple who embraced, practiced & joked about spanking being a part of our relationship
with our friends.
It was amazing.
Alas, Patti went away to college & so did I. We're both
married now, long distance friends, & once in a while we joke about the summer of '73.
It was the best summer of my life & Patti has fond memories of it, too. , although
she's either too embarrassed or excited about the spanking to want to talk about
it as much as me.
I hope you'll keep up the good work & keep supplying Strictly
Speaking Spanking for me & all the Patti's & Linda's out here!
Yours Truly, Mr. D.A.
* * * * *
friend! And I wouldn't be at all surprised if
teenaged fun in the sun!! Thanks for the great letter, friend, & thanks
too for kicking up some sweet memories of my own days & youthful adventures at
the Jersey shore.
Your letter Thanks for kicking up some
sweet memories of my own days at The Jersey Shore ed up It's easy to see why your Summer memory has remained a favorite
for so long, Mr. D.A. Thanks for telling us about it! I'd say your experience with Patti
& Linda too proves what I found out a long time ago & have been preaching
& practicing since...
Many Ladies are receptive to old-fashioned minded men when their introductory spankings
are administered with a romantic, gentle touch that caused as much curiosity as
contrition! Good job, sir!! - Michael
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face was flushed, her hair in disarray and her voice weak from all the pleas for mercy and
cries for help that she had been uttering throughout the first part of this session. I,
however, was far from finished and had decided that this was an excellent time to
reacquaint her with the virtues of good behavior and obedience.
I put the slat down next to me and, reaching around to the front
of her jeans, unsnapped the waist and unzipped the zipper. I then proceeded, despite her
protests, to drag them down to a position just above "half mast". This left her
with only a pair of white nylon panties for protection.
As I reached for the slat with my right hand I admired the view
and the progress attained thus far.
The panties were tight and brief so they did little to conceal the
charms they contained. Her behind was dark pink, reflecting the effect of the spanks
delivered over her jeans. There was the slightest hint of her feminine charms showing
through the material and I could swear that there was also a hint of moisture there as
I commenced the paddling again and immediately noticed a marked
change in the sound of the wood on her behind and her reaction to it. The sounds of the
smacks rang through the barn and her pleas for mercy continued at an even higher pitch.
Her attempts to free herself from my grasp and wriggle off of my lap intensified and I had
my hands full. I continued to spank her and didnt try to use any set pattern. I
simply smacked the first spot that became available and didnt neglect the tops of
I continued this phase of the spanking for another 25 or so smacks
and then, after putting the slat down next to me, paused again.
Her pantied, soon-to-be-bared, bottom, was bright red and clearly
reflected the minimal protection that her panties offered. She looked like three miles of
bad road, her hair totally messed up, face stained with tears and voice hoarse from crying
and begging for me to quit.
I then proceeded to the third stage of the spanking. I grasped the
waistband of her panties with my right hand and slowly pulled them down to a position in
the middle of her thighs. As I pulled them down I could feel the heat radiating from her
blistered fanny and truly enjoyed the sight of her cute bottom as it was revealed to my
I ran my hand up the inside of her thighs as I returned to her
waist and lightly caressed her. She squirmed and moaned and thrust her behind against my
I picked up the slat and commenced again. The final 25 smacks
covered her entire bottom and upper thighs. She continued to twist and turn, desperately
trying to escape the spanks and promising to behave, now and forever more.
I set the slat down for the last time and released her wrists. She
climbed painfully from my lap, disregarded the fact that her jeans and panties were still
around her knees and thighs, and proceeded to rub her bottom with both hands while jumping
around the floor.
I, needless to say, thoroughly enjoyed this part of the spanking
and finally brought it to a halt by sitting her on my lap and comforting her. It ended
with us making passionate love, she bent over the hay bale and me behind her.
The only down side to the entire afternoon was that we had to walk
the horses back to the house. For some reason, she couldnt "bare" to sit
on her horse... Rhett, Atlanta, Georgia
* * * * *
Rhett? Atlanta? A gentle
ride ending up with a Southern belle getting her deserving derriere dusted? Oh my!
Thanks for the fantastic letter, "Rhett." As I suspect you intended, this
"Gone With The Wind" fan couldn't stop images of Clark Gable giving
the spanking she so richly deserved from flashing through her head as she read your
fantastic letter. Thanks again! - Barb
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