Friday, May 26, 2017

Random Thoughts: Friday

Random Thoughts on a Friday Afternoon

Here we are on a Friday afternoon. A Friday afternoon on an extended holiday weekend. A Memorial Day weekend to be ever more precise. I won’t get into the true meaning of the holiday as there is time for that yet, but rather touch on what this extended weekend always reminds me of – the End of the School Year. Not just end of school years themselves, but Graduations and in particular College Graduations. Although Colleges and Universities have different graduation dates with ceremonies that seem to extend over a month long period, we are definitely in the Graduation season.

Graduation Pinup
I was thinking, which led me to researching (ie. googling), and ultimately to the conclusion that, oddly enough, there are not many sexy graduation images out there. I am sure the Graduation Pinup theme would be a struggle for most other artists, but Elvgren once again does not disappoint with his version. This is the reason Elvgren is my all time favorite pin-up artist.

And as far as Sexy Graduation Photos (of the PG13 version), those are also rare. Yes, I did manage to pull the one below out of the archives. It has been around for quite a few years; a lifetime in internet years.

This photo always puts a smile on my face. Why? Mainly because it is her expression of realization that someone has just snapped a photo that might make this day more memorable for other reasons than her diploma (plus not to state the obvious, but I also love the white panties with tiny pink details). You can almost hear her say, "Hey! Hheey..." And to be 100 percent clear I am referring to the brunette as the blond seems oblivious to the facts. Reminder, you can click on the picture to enlarge it.

Sadly for most, after the Graduation celebrations are over, reality moves in quickly and the seemingly Endless Employment Search begins. I won’t get into the political divide on the state of and opinions regarding all things related to higher education. None of that. We shall stay positive for now as it is the Friday of a 3-day weekend.

Instead, I offer you this post-college job search video to make you smile. I love this video. It is so well done throughout. I know, I know; it is very sophomoric, but I can be just that at times. Well, it was either post this or gifs of girls’ bottoms being probed none the gently (I’ll just save those for later if you insist).

Here is the direct link in case the video doesn't auto-load:

Please, let me know if this video makes you smile.

 also, for extra-credit of course, see if you can answer the following two questions
(in short-essay format please).:

1) Your opinion on Darci's (the main girl) outfit and her color choices throughout, and
2) Guess which girl is my second-favorite (it might not be so obvious).

Friday, May 12, 2017

Story Time Sunday: Mommy Needs...

Posting this early. Since this Sunday is Mothers' Day I wanted to and managed to, write something incorporating that topic in a small way. See if anyone recognizes the Mom in this story as I am certain you have met before. 

But first and what should be foremost, Happy Mothers Day to all the Moms out there! I am certain you don't get enough credit, and worse yet, if you are like the Moms I know, you are too hard on yourselves, therefore I offer you this simple reminder:

And to all of you, if you are fortunate enough to still have your Mom around, at the very least call her on Sunday. Please.

And now on with the story.....


“Mommy will be down in a minute; go play outside” she yells down flustered at her situation as she slams the door shut leaving her all alone in the bedroom.

She walks to the mirror and stares at herself in what she has been ordered to wear. Soft cotton has turned sheer as her ample bottom fills the elastic cotton to the brink.
She turns around to study the elasticity of the white cotton further. She shakes her head, snapping the well-defined waistband; they simply are no meant to be worn under a tight skirt, not able to go unnoticed with such an outfit she explains to the empty room.

Thinking herself clever as a solution comes to mind, she pulls on the cotton panties, wedging them between her cheeks. She immediately realizes that this is not a comfortable option and releases them.

She turns right and left, still angry at the command, and debates not if the pantie-lines will be visible or not, but rather how defined they will appear. Twirling around she smiles surprising herself as she begins to admire the tight fit. She reluctantly admits to herself that they don’t feel nearly as tight as they obviously look. No, she would never admit that to him, just to herself.
This forced humble garment is a blatant contradiction to her sexy dress, yet there is more to it. She wonders what it is really.  Is it that he secretly just loves the fact that the forced stretched cotton makes them sheer? Or does he truly want her to feel embarrassed? Embarrassed how? She would never show them to anyone let alone openly admit to anyone that he picks out her panties. That he often forces her to wear certain panties when she acts up; panties meant to teach her a lesson. 

“Well the joke is on you Mister,” she says out load as she looks in the mirror. He doesn’t know that despite being “punishment panties” they somehow make her incredibly horny? Partly due to the fact that he "made her" wear them, took the decision away from her…

Yes, she starts off mad of course, but they eventually get her hot – but why? They shouldn’t. It doesn’t make sense. He treats her like a… she can't say it, but he treats her like she isn’t mature enough to make her own decisions nor handle her own emotions.

She stops herself form a tailspin of conflicting thoughts and instead switches her debate to the decision to give in now rather than later. Why did she give into wearing these granny panties instead of her thong like she had planned to? A thong would be appropriate for both the outfit and how she wanted to feel tonight.

It is not too late. She should just wear the thong and deal with the consequences later, right? But is keeping clear of her friends judgemental, negative fashion comments worth the consequences? Worth upsetting him, worth the drawn-out argument; worth how he’ll deal with her?

Screw it, she’ll teach him; teach them all. Not only will she wear these panties and feel sexy wearing them she’ll change her outfit. That’s right, an outfit that matches these...these babydoll panties. That's right; they aren't granny panties they are cute and sexy babydoll panties. She’ll wear a flowy babydoll dress and see what he thinks of that! So much for forced pantie-lines!

Her friends will be so envious of her cute new outfit, who cares what is underneath. In fact, she should tell them. And when they begin to comment on how ugly full coverage panties can be, she'll cut them off and mock their lack of hipness, lack of being up on the latest styles. This mom is in the know; thank you very much, ladies.

Her mind races back to him
and the fact that he will be coming home after her night out; tired and frustrated as he warned, as she well knows, and neither choice will have mattered as he’ll need relief regardless. But why give him further ammunition to take out his frustration on her by intentionally wearing an outfit he didn't approve with the punishment panties or wearing a thong despite his orders.

Sure the spanking might be unbearable, but he’ll want additional relief regardless. The question was what would be more pleasurable afterward? A firm punishment spanking for wearing the wrong panties followed by equally punishing rough sex or being treated to a good girl spanking for following his orders and followed by great sex?

She cuts off her own train of thought as she suddenly realizes that both her mind and fingers have wandered. She’s unintentionally worked herself up into a heat as she faces off with the unpleased clock. She looks out the open window as the sun sets and the sound of youthful laughter still fills the air. She takes another sip of her wine glass, places it back on the dresser and ponders her immediate choices.

“They can wait,” she steps over to the welcoming bed, grabs a pillow and mounts it without hesitation. “Mommy needs some alone time.”

She begins rubbing herself against the pillow as the one size too small panties begin wedging themselves between her cheeks and lower lips. She pictures what he’ll do to her late that night when he comes home. Imaging his scent from coming back from a strenuous day as he finds her in bed. He’ll flip back the covers and see her there greeting him; greeting him entirely naked all but for her panties. But which panties?

The punishment panties? Yet, she’ll offset the the dynamic of his approval, sending him into an instant tailspin by admitting that she switched her dress, to a flowy dress and the day was windy and her dress was short. Yes, she changed outfits without his consultation. This visual will really get him going, not that he’ll need much help. His anger at her disobeying, topped by the possibility that she was on display for strangers' eyes will cause him to let loose.

He’ll drag her out of bed, scold her while tossing her over his bulging pants… He’ll scold her for being a bad example, an irresponsible mom, and an immature brat. He’ll slap her bottom in growing intervals explaining that she shouldn’t be parading her ass around for others to make rude comments about. That if her dress flipped up thanks to the wind and anyone saw, they would definitely have seen her panties.

She would intentionally correct him, and tell him that thanks to him, thanks to him making her wear these sheer panties they would have seen a lot more of her than just her panties. This, of course, will get him more upset and he'll scold her about showing off her tight ass to strangers and that if she is okay with showing off her ass crack, he might as well yank these panties off. He'll begin slapping her bottom firmly and with conviction at this point. Stopping only to further threaten that he better not hear a single thing. He better not hear any comments; neither about his wife dressing inappropriately, wearing a short dress, nor about anyone seeing this young milf's panties. If so then there will be a much harder lesson then the spanking he’s giving her.

He’ll then yank her panties further down, leaving them wrapped around her thighs, flip her over the bed and spank her in a rapid targeted succession; one, two, three, four... Just before she is about to cry out from the culminating pain; just before... he'll unzip his pants. Wasting no time, he'll ram her from behind, filling her pussy in an instant. Pounding in and out; in and out. She'll then gasp as she feels another intruder;
his thick middle finger probing up her tight, petite bottomhole, all while simultaneously continuing to pound her pussy.

She dry humps the pillow now wishing he hadn’t been called away. Wishing she would have sent him off properly other than with her cold, attitude filled remarks. She sticks her soft hand inside the tight panties, a freshly manicured set of fingernails disappear leaving only pale knuckles visible.

She tries to focus on her warm thoughts and not the screams and laughter coming from outside in the distance. In no time she is physically bouncing on the bed, her fingers rubbing and penetrating deeply. No doubt she’s a shameless sight of frustration she thinks to herself as the room fills with an audience of leering early twilight shadows. The summer wind blows cold into the room full of judgment of her choice to leave her littles out back playing unsupervised while she puts her full attention on playing
unsupervised with herself.

Her hair is swinging wildly, her breasts bouncing freely, her ass on full display. She doesn't care that she is blatantly trying to rub her clit against her pillow; legs spread wide toes and ass to the sky, panties concealing nothing, stretched to their limit and ready to burst as she continues her mad humping. She doesn't care. She doesn't care. She deserves this break.

Her hair now a tangled mess as her moisture seeps through and onto the pillow just as she fully relaxes and lets herself go.

“Ugh! Ugh!

Oh, oh. OH GAWD!”

She frumps her head down, breathing deeply, panting loudly.


“Mmmm, yeeess. I needed that”
she tells herself as her hand is still wedged between herself and the pillow. She turns over on her back and stretches her legs wide and looks down at the white panties between them. Slowly becoming aware that her panties are damp in sweat throughout, the crotch drenched and sticky; when the full realization hits her.

The realization that
she can’t wear these now and that these are her only clean punishment panties. Well, they were her only clean pair. Now what? No time to wash them before her friends come pick her up for their much anticipated Girls Night Out. Not to mention nowhere near enough time before her Aunt Gee comes over to babysit the littles.


“No! Fffuck, already?! Now what?!”
She scrambles off the bed trying to make a decision.

Forced back to the previous decision, wear the thong panties she wanted to begin with, or leave these now soiled ones on? But she can’t do that, she tells herself, she can’t be “that girl".

Just put on another pair silly girl, she tells herself.

“Fffffuck!” she stares at the overflowing hamper, another chore not done and she hears his voice clearly reminding her to be sure to get all her chores done before she goes out with friends.

Bare toes scramble across the room skidding to a stop in front of the dresser. Now faced with a couple of other limited options; choose between holey, well-worn faded panties or threadbare frumpies that only see daylight for a few days a month.

Decisions, decisions; four choices and no easy decision.


“No! Fuck, fuck fuckety fck!”

The sound of the door opening, the slow footfalls; capped by the ever recognizable voice,

Hello, Dear!

The littles are out back, alone; are you here?
Or are you just busy putting on all that makeup that only you seem to like?"

The wooden steps to the upstairs creak, announcing her fast approach.

It's me, Aunt Gee, I let myself in."

The deliberation is permanently interrupted and a decision is made.


And what choice did she make? Did she choose wisely?

As always, I do hope you find this story enjoyable and if so please let me know.

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Office Calls

Can you believe it is May already?

I have had some busy weeks in the office lately plus add in the national theme of the month* and the thought of sharing this office-based story seemed to be fitting.
unfortunately you also happen to find yourself stuck in a boring fluorescent-filled office during these beautiful spring days, I hope you find this a nice little distraction to your 9 to 5. Please let me know what you think and remember every comment counts.





Oh, it is you; I almost hung up. 

Is something wrong?
 Are you okay?

Yes. Hi.

Something is wrong?

Or did you need something?

No, I’m fine. 
But, yes…no.

If you are okay then I will call you on my way home.

No, wait; I just wanted to talk to you for a minute.

Doll, what have I told you about calling me at work?

Besides aren’t you supposed to be working too?

I…I took a break.

Well good, but I can’t right now, I’m in the middle of something important.

I…I just wanted to talk.

Look, if something is wrong just tell me otherwise we can talk later.

Well, I just wanted you to tell me...

Tell you what?


I...I...c..can’t say.


Look this is going nowhere. Either tell me what’s going on or we’ll talk when I get home.


Now listen, I’m going to hang up if you are just going to sit there and not say anything. I have other more important things to do apart from listening to you breathe. is just that…well, about this morning.

I thought we took care of all that.

Well, you did, but I just wanted…I needed to hear you say…

Okay, look Doll. If you expect an apology you have it all backward.

Sure maybe those love slaps on the ass weren’t what you were expecting that early in the morning, but listen, you well know that you often are so damn hardheaded that…

I know.


I needed to get my point across quickly….

You did get your point across.

plus, you were making me late. Look, I don't know what is going on with you, but unlike you, I have work to do.

I dooo have work to do…I just. 
I juust can’t focus, I just need to hear your say…

I told you we will talk about this later. Bye. 

Wait! Wait!!
Pplease…just tell me.

Look, I am losing patience with you, Young Lady, I said we will talk about it later. There is nothing more to say right now. It is simple. If I tell you not to dress a certain way, and tell you to go change I expect you to respect me
 and do it.

I know. It is just that...well I...mmm… What did you say you were….mmmm...were going…tooo do to me if I went dressed to work like this anyways?

You know very well what I said would happen.

I know, but please tell me again. Ppplease.

What? Are you okay? Are you in the office?
Are you pounding on something, what is that noise?

I’m taking a break, I told you. I really needed to. I couldn’t stop thinking about what you said. 
Please tell me what you said.

Wasn't getting your ass smacked this morning a clear enough message; enough of a warning to do as you are told? I was hoping that left a burning impression.

It did! It really did, Hon. I felt it all the way to work actually. And even now, but luckily I am sitting somewhere cool and firm.

Coool and firm - What? 

Mmmmm…You were right. I shouldn't have worn this to work today. You warned me that this dress was too short. I got sooo much attention on the train, you should have seen how many people were staring.

I could hear them whispering and this guy, well he pretended to...well the train was packed but still...well actually forget that, but anyways, I thought...anyways
I thought people could read my mind that they knew what you had done, plus knew what you said you were going to do, bb...but I think it was just the dress and the stockings they were staring at.

And when I got to the office I could hear them all talking about me...

Did you go out like that?! When I told you specifically not to?!

Yyess. I did. I was a bbad girl.

I can't believe you, Young Lady.  And whhat is that noise? Why are you breathing so hard? Where are you? Am I on speaker? Where are you exactly?

Yes, but it's okay I’m in the bathroom. I just need you to tell me what…that…I…and…
Just tell me, what you called me and what you are going to do to me. Mmmm. Ppplease!..ohh.

You are where?

It’s okay, I’m alone, in a stall. I think I'm all alone in here, I hope. Just tell me what you plan to do….mmmm….ohh…ooh.

Oh my gawd, what is that noise; are you doing what I think you are?


I’m just sitting.
Sitting here. Thinking about you. Staring at my new black panties and the stockings I bought. Thinking 
about your hand this morning.

About how you said you would….mmmm…

I can’t believe you! Really?!

Just please tell me what you said…mmm…ahhh…
and I promise I will let you go after... Ahh. Ooh!

Are you fingering yourself, young lady?!
Are you really?
Answer me! 

I…I am, Sir.


Tabitha Laney, are you really fingering yourself at work?!

You are kidding me right?! 
You are that horny that you couldn't wait?

Well, just you wait ‘till I get home!
Apparently those three warning strikes this morning had the opposite effect on you.

Aahhh…I’m ss-sorry..I had to; I just had too… couldn’t get…that idea out of my head.

Well, guess what? 
I am going to do what I threatened AND more!

Mmmm! Yes! Yes, tell me what are you going to do to me!

The minute you walk in the door, I’m going to make you strip down to your panties and bend over.

Yes, tell me more, tell me what else!

I’m going to spank your bare naked ass and make sure you won’t sit comfortably for weeks. 
Then I’m going to deal with this nonsense, fingering yourself at work. I'm going to treat you like the dirty girl you are!

Mmmm…oooo….bb..but, I am not…I am just…Oo! Oh, oh!

That is right and I’m going to teach you a lesson about not following orders, about disobeying me and dressing like a tramp AND especially for getting off on the threat of me punishing you...

Yes, teach me a lesson, please!
Please tell me every detail...mmmm, Gawd. please!

...I'm going to tan that ass. I'm going to give it some desperately-needed color. I'm going to spank you until you scream.

Oooo….wwh...what..what else? More!

Once your ass is hot and glowing, I’m going to march you into the bedroom; admiring my discipline work along the way. Then I'm going to ram into your wetness.

But don't get any ideas, I will only pound you enough...just enough to get you wet, then...

Then I'm going to spread your cheeks wide.
I'm going to push in just enough so you can know how extra thick I am. Then I'm going to wedge myself into that arrogant, yoga-toned ass of yours; slowly, grinding into you. Deeper and deeper until that petite, virgin hole of yours is plugged solid. 

Mmmmm….aaaa...yes; yes!

Aand wwwhat else?

I'm going to treat you like the dirty little whore you are; taking you straight up that entitled ass. I'll pound you nonstop until you've learned your lesson!

Ohooooo...ggawww! Ffuuuu...k!

[Bang, crash; bang.]



Hello, you still there?

[An audible long, deep breath.] 


Sssorry, sorry.
I dropped the phone. Bye Hon, I need to get back to my desk. I'm sorry.

Dammit, why are the stalls always out of toilet paper when you really need it.

Excuse me? Is someone there? Excuse me, would you mind passing me a scrap of tissue, please; a square at least ppplease? I really need to wipe myself up, 
I’m a filthy mess.  



Any thoughts on our young Lady Tabitha's behavior?
Also, so did you guess what month this is? 

Well once again for your convenience a quick poll, one for the Ladies and one the Gents.

Thursday, April 13, 2017

Autumn Morning: Part IV

Remember Rebecca? Rebecca, our cute little would-be poll-taker to be exact?

Have you anxiously been awaiting the next chapter? Or not so much? As mentioned previously this entire story is a bit different than my usual stories, not only in length but also  in that I intentionally want to explore some other areas of personal (and hopefully shared) interest. Regardless I always welcome and appreciate your honest feedback. 

If you need to refresh your memory, you can reread the previous chapters here:
Part I, found here.
Part II, found here.

Part III, found here.

Fair Warning: There are some scenes in the previous chapters, that might make some readers uncomfortable. 

Here is the latest installment of the extended story about the misadventures of Rebecca.

Also hope you can follow the back and forth time sequences and the time line isn't too confusing to follow.


Fading afternoon light danced with vanishing shadows just past the slightly ajar bedroom door. He could hear her soft footfalls circling on the old hardwood planks. He knew she was up. What he could not figure out was why it was taking her so long to get ready and come down. Pokey as always he thought; he had laid out a dress for her to wear; imagine if he hadn’t and she had to choose an outfit still.

He took a deep breath and resisted yelling up to her what he wanted to say. It had been a tense day already and he didn’t want to add to it although still rightfully angry with her; with her actions to be exact.

He called up from the bottom of the stairs, “Becca? Becca?!”

Just as he placed his foot on the first step, ready to march up and get her, she called down “I’m coming! I’ll be right down!”


“Damm it, dammit it… I shouldn’t have slept so long” she scolded herself.

Rebecca pulled herself away from the mirror where she had been fixated on her reflection. Her bottom still pink from what he had claimed was “merely a warm-up”. She didn’t want to piss him off anymore as he had already warned her that he planned to “deal with her attitude appropriately” that night.

Grabbing her wooden brush, she anxiously stroked through her tangled hair a few times before shaking her head like a wet mutt. Her frizzled hair reflection looked back at her awkwardly. “Stupid” she mumbled to herself, angry at the results of her lazy decision. She should never have napped without drying her hair. She knew better, but she had been mentally and emotionally exhausted. From getting up early on a weekend to the struggles associated with gathering signatures for her new door-door job to all of nature seemingly teaming up against her. It was all part of a downward spiral of a day. All this even before she had run into the crazy gun-totting man’s yard and his stupid scary dog which had sent her day completely over the edge.

She tossed the brush on the dresser, pressed down her dress once more and then glanced around the room confused. That’s odd she thought to herself, realizing that he had picked out a dress for her yet seemingly had forgotten his favorite accessory. He hadn’t laid out a pair of panties for her to wear. He typically would lay out her complete outfit on special occasions or on days she needed a bit of “extra rearing” as he would say. On those occasions, like this and especially today, she didn’t want to upset him more by not following his wishes.

She was about to search her dresser for one of his favorite pairs, when she caught sight of a spot of color on his nightstand. She ran over and unfurled the balled up pale blue swatch. Ignoring what she figured was static cling, she pried open the rayon and quickly began pulling the snug pair up her legs. Squirming in discomfort as the fabric seemed not to stretch anywhere near enough. After much effort, she finally snapped the waistband in place, and felt the immediate surge of pressure against her still aching bottom. Then she noticed that in a couple of areas the typically soft material instead felt like fine sandpaper rubbing against her delicate skin. She attempted to ignore the irritation, figuring it was just where her cheeks were more tender from her spanking, and she hurried out the room.


The sounds of freshly stained pans and utensils being tossed loudly into the sink filled the kitchen. The annoying metallic chorus came to a sudden stop.

she exclaimed squeezing her arms tightly around his waist.

Without turning around, he reached his hand back and grabbed a handful of her bottom.

“Oww!” she screeched and jumped back releasing her backwards hug on him.

“Actually, I think I got you, young lady”
he smirked; “besides I felt you coming”.

“I just wanted to surprise you with a hug, you didn’t have to squeeze so tight, jerk. It still hurts, ya know”

“Good! Means you’ll be really sore after I’m down dealing with you tonight”
 he explained matter-of-factly now turning around to face her.

Her eyes bulged at the thought, disappointed that he hadn’t forgotten his original threat.

She stepped forward into him, intentionally rubbing her chest against his. With her face now firmly resting on his chest she looked up at him with pleading eyes, “I…I… just wanted to say…you know…that…”
She struggled with the words as her pride wouldn’t let her finish.

“I just don’t… a…that…” she stuttered.

He kissed the crown of her head gently, “We’ll discuss it later. Now please set the table.”

“It wasn’t my faul…”
she mumbled.

“I SAID, we’ll discuss it later. Now, please set the table”
he repeated sternly.

“Fine!” she retreated.

She wanted to argue her point of view, despite knowing full well he was right. She wanted to plead her case, partially because she didn’t want to take the responsibility for any of the unfortunate circumstances, but mostly because she was worried about the harsh punishment to come. Instead, she decided best to change the subject as she remembered a grace point.

“Look, I wore the outfit you left out for me”

He slowly cracked a smile.

“Annn’ looook, the panntees you picked out”
 she teased as she resorted to spinning around and flipping up her dress. She gave him a full view tease of her pantie-clad bottom.

Now it was his turn to stutter.

“Ah…a…ahh…Are those the ones you had on originally this morning?”

“Yes, the ones you left on your nightstand for me”
 she beamed hoping that these little gestures were working in her favor as she kept her skirt up and gave her bottom a little teasing shake.

“Aa…actually…. those…”

“What, you going to change your mind now?”
 she frowned.

“No and never-mind. Actually, what you need to do is set the table like I asked,” 
he responded deciding not to say anything more and simply let her continue to wear them. Not to say anything about it for now.

Annoyed that he was seemingly unimpressed by her giving into his fashion orders, she stomped off to gather the place-settings, instantly petulant.

As she made her way around the simple wooden table he called out to her, “Set the table for three, please.”


“Yes, we are having company.”

Why didn’t you tell me?!
I’m not in the mood for visitors!

I wanted to have a nice quiet night!
You gotta call them and cancel…”

Tap. Tap. Rattatat-tap.

Rebeca’s request was interrupted by the sound coming from the front door.

“Looks like its too late; besides not that you’re in any place to be making demands, Young Lady. Can you get that, please.”

She tossed the final place setting abruptly and dramatically on the wooden table and dragged her bare feet past him towards the door.

“I would’ve appreciated it if you asked me about this first! Who the hell is coming over anyways…”

Before she could finish her angered response, he grabbed her waist and pushed her against the counter. With his one hand pressing down on the small of her back he raised his other hand high and brought it down with a resounding smack over the veil thin layer of her sundress.

“Owww! Oh, ooooooooo!”

He immediately spun her around and held her in place by her tiny wrists. Leaning in he began to lecture her mere inches away form her sullen face, “I would appreciate it if YOU would just follow my lead and do as you’re told for once in your spoilt life. Your constant arguing and battling against anything and everything is what got YOU in the mess you were in this morning in the first place. You’re lucky I went after you! What would have happened if I hadn’t?…And apparently my warning earlier today wasn’t enough?”

She pulled her face away attempting to hide the effect the rightful lecture was having on her.

“Get your attitude in check right now Missy or else I will check your ass tonight -
Now behave and be a good lil’ host.



She stared back at him as she fought the urge to tear up, as a flashback of the morning events flooded her mind; all still vivid and full of emotions as if reliving it all over again.


Rebecca stood facing the open passenger door of his truck while the wind relentlessly attempted to blew her dress up yet again. But this time she made no effort to fend off its attempts. Rather she just stood frozen in place, her ankle nervously shaking as she was preoccupied with other concerns.

“What are you waiting for? Get in, and let’s go home”
he repeated gently.

She dug her bare-feet into the gravel literally and refused to move as he placed his hand on her back in an attempt to lead her forward. She elbowed him away, grunting in protest.

“What’s the problem?”

“I can’t get in. I can’t ride in there.”

“Well you can’t stay here. Let’s get going”


“Excuse me? Why not?” 
he asked patiently.

“Because… because this is all your fault!” she turned on her heel in a huff.

“Excuse me? My fault?”

“Yes, it is! Turn around!”
she demanded.

“What? What are you rambling about?” 
he asked more confused than ever.

“Jusst, turn around. Turn around for a minute” she pouted.

Shaking his head, he did as she asked and waited.

Rebecca’s hands reached under her dress and fumbled for a minute, tugging to no avail. Visibly irritated, she switched methods and began moving her hands in a downward motion as if navigating a rolling pin down her legs. The skin-tight briefs would have been a struggle to remove regardless, but now; well now it was twice as hard. The now thigh-constricting panties appeared in a tight roll from under her dress, which continued to hike up in the opposite direction with her every move. She managed to finally get them to her knees when they suddenly, and apparently to her great surprise as well, slipped and cascaded down to greet her ankles.

Daniel decided to turn around at just that moment, and instantly bulged at the sight of her bare legs and naked thighs, her dress hiked above her waist and her white panties draped around her toes.

“What in Gawd’s name are you doing?”

“I…I…It doesn’t matter!”
 she huffed.

“Oh, I think it does” he looked at her perplexed.

“Can we go now!” she demanded as she pulled her dress down.

He stepped closer to her, “Not until you tell me why you find it necessary to strip at this moment…”

“I am not! Its…its…  Lets just go!”

She stared at the gravel ground sheepishly; avoiding eye contact.
She was attempting to free herself of the dainty sheer constraints which had turned on her and given up their purpose of saving her modesty.

“No, tell me wh…”

Her ankles tangling in the legholes while
er legs trembled, knees locking and unlocking until she finally blurted out:

“I…I…I pee’ed myself. You happy now!

I pee’ed myself and its all your fault!”

“What?! Excuse me? What? How? And why is that my fault?”

“If you wouldn’t have made me change this morning, I wouldn’t have gotten a late start. I wouldn’t have missed my second bus into town and wouldn’t have ended up in your crazy friend’s house and his damn dog wouldn’t have….ugh! Damm, you! It is all your fault!”


“Yes, I would have been fine if I hadn’t had to listen to you to change my outfit…Its all because of you!”

“Uh, who came looking for you? And lucky thing I did come by when I did or that hound would have ripped into you or….”

Frustrated by his rational explanations, she kicked at the ground in his direction in angered protest. His shins were merely pelted with gravel, but in turn (like so many things in her life) she unintentionally caused herself harm in the process. She hopped up on one leg, grasping for her stubbed toes. Pretty manicured bare toes were no match for sharp gravel she was reminded.

Now fully irritated by her ungrateful attitude and her attempted physical attack, left Daniel with the only logical choice; to defend himself and deal with her. In an instant, he scooped her up by the waist and pulled her towards the inside of his truck. She kicked and bucked wildly; all to no avail as he had her well-enough restrained as he leaned into the passenger seat and proceeded to throw her over his knee.

A single sharp warning shot was his only intent, delivered squarely to her bottom as he stopped to offer her the opportunity to save herself, “Do you really want me to do this here? Do you really need me to set you straight out here in the open? Or are you going to sit down here like a good girl and we can go home and figure out what your problem is?”

He received his answer in the form of a near miss elbow shot that landed just above his groin.

“Damm you Rebecca!” infuriated by her latest attempt, he flipped up her dress and revealed what the bright sun had been showcasing and the persistent wind had only managed to partially reveal that morning. Her ample and naked bottom stared back at him.

She closed her eyes tightly wanting to disappear, knowing that with her panties now gone she was fully exposed; plus however thin they were, she now had one less layer of defense against his impending assault. He brought his hand down with an echoing slap. Her voice shrieked and then seemed to disappear as she released an almost inaudible scream in reaction.

“You ungrateful little spoilt brat!,”
 he began reprimanding her as his large stern hand made contact with her bare bottom once more. “I’m going to tan your porcelain white ass here and now!”

“Nooooo! Pleeasse…”
she began protesting, but it was too late, her discipline session had begun.

Draped as she was, left her bare ass on full display to the glory of late morning sun. His proportionately extra-large hand came down with force, over and over again. Her protests became a series of grunts and moans as her plump soft cheeks were being punished by a torrent of stunning slaps as he made sure to cover the entire surface of her bottom.

Apart from the growing pain spreading across her entire bottom
, she was also fully aware of her embarrasing exposure, feeling the breeze on her naked flesh. She knew that she was propped up in such way that her most intimate lips were no doubt visible to him. Her legs were spread as her uncovered crotch rubbed high against his denim covered knee. She struggled, but her outward kicks did nothing more than leave her bare feet dangling out the side of the truck.

She could only thank God for the small mercy; that they were partially inside the truck on the end of a dirt road and not anywhere more public where someone could happen to come across this scene. A
humiliating scene of her, a grown woman, being spanked bare bottom like an insolent and helpless to do anything but protest in a series of incoherent blabbering. 


“Everything alright there, Daniel!”
a gruff voice shouted out of nowhere.

Daniel stopped his assault momentarily as goosebumps filled Rebecca body in reaction to the unexpected intruding voice.

“Fcck; gawd, no! No, no, no…” she cursed. Meant only for herself, but unintentionally heard clearly by him. Daniel grabbed her bottom cheek, strong thick fingers squeezing tight.

“Mind your dirty mouth” he leaned in and whispered a warning directly into her ear.

“All fine, Walter, just packing up the truck!” Daniel called out.

“I thought I heard a scuffle” the now recognizable voice replied.

“No, just tiding up a few things before I get going.”

“Okay then. Just thought you mighta run into that wild beaver, or something, from the sounds of it,” the gruff voice questioned as it seemed to be approaching still.

“Honestly, it seems like I’m always dealing with wild beaver, Walter; but I got it under control. For now”
he said removing his grip and patting Rebecca’s naked bottom patronizingly.

She could hear the man’s footsteps on the gravel getting closer and closer. She prayed he wasn’t close enough to see her in her full shameful predicament; not only spread over Daniel’s knee, but fully exposed as she knew she must be.


Grrrww, Rufff!

Rebecca nearly lept out of her own skin at sound of the other unwelcome, but recognizable bark. The beast apparently had run up for a front roll seat as the dog’s menacing bark seemed to come from right behind her.

Grrrww, Rufff!

Could things get any worse she thought.

Rebecca back-kicked her legs in the air in a mad panic as she felt the mutt’s slimy wet nose at the sole of her feet and slowly progress up her legs.

“Diablo, back off!”
Daniel yelled at the dog.

“Come here Diablo, let him deal with his matters and get on his way,” Walter shouted at his ever-determined hound.

As the dog sniffed at her legs, she lurched forward to get away, her feminine charms rubbing against the stiff denim of her lover’s pants while she simultaneously became even more vividly aware of her throbbing bare bottom. It was that surge of uncontrolled mixed emotions that finally overwhelmed Rebecca. She whimpered as she felt her knees begin to buckle, her heart pounding and her middle shaking uncontrollably.

His response to her swaying and gyrating was anything, but soothing. Instead, he responded to her uncontrolled reactions with the hardest stiff slap to her exposed bottom yet. Her eyes teared up as she felt an outline of his hand forming around on her tender bottom.

She slowly turned her head to look up at Daniel, whispering softly, “I…I think…I might’ve…I’m sorry”.

“Too late and you will be sorry. Daniel whispered back before swinging her off him and around onto the hot leather seat. He slammed the door behind him as she let herself collapse fully into the bench seat hoping to disappear or at the least not make eye contact with the gun-toting witness.

Daniel walked around the back of the truck, petting the dog’s head in passing as he intercepted his acquaintance’s advance. After a brief conversation, that Rebecca neither could make out nor cared to, for fear of what they might be saying about her, Daniel returned to the cab of the truck. He slammed the door shut and started up the engine. He turned to Rebecca, who’s face remained against the seat, her hair shrouding her face further.

“I love you. But don’t misunderstand me, I will not tolerate your ongoing ungrateful attitude he told her as he ran his fingers through her hair softly. You’re just lucky we were interrupted. That was merely a warm-up. I’m going to deal with your attitude appropriately when we get home, you…you dirty girl.”


Wait, could there more to this story? Perhaps.

 what did you all think of this latest installment; did Rebecca deserve that spanking or was Daniel overreacting and being unsupportive?

I do hope you enjoyed it.