Friday, March 8, 2013

No Good Deed...

I hope you are all still enjoying this blog as a distraction to troubled times and as an escape from the mundane.  

I have a couple of stories waiting to publish here, but have been hesitant due to the stories involving a bit more forceful punishments than just a traditional spanking. Any preference on story styles one way or another? This is another reason why feedabck is so important. 

Some people may think I am a bit too strict and occasionally tough on my girls. Well the reason for my actions should not be mistaken for abuse, but rather put in the context that I care for them and am trying to help them improve themselves. Remember above all things I pride myself in being a gentleman as demonstrated through countless everyday acts. In fact, let me share another example of my chivalry that happened just this morning (and something to keep this in mind when you read those other more forceful posts).

These are typical March days that start with cold and breezy mornings and occasionally allow for the sun to break through in late afternoon. Afternoons are sunny and bright but far from warmer. The office girl fashion is still in winter uniform as few girls venture to welcome the afternoon sun by sporting anything short or less than three layers. This being true of most office girls except for the young and newly relocated to my lovely city....

Inexperience, youth and short dresses  - a recipe for entertaining disaster.

Within the third part of my pilgrimage of my multi-tiered commute, I was walking to my office when my eyes beheld a young beauty walking towards me. I immediately noticed her long legs in thin patterned black hose disappearing into tall heeled boots. She wore a thin cardigan sweater that was obviously no match for the morning cold and not much use as a cover to her short black shirt dress. 

I smiled and met her green eyes with a pleasant good morning. She returned an innocent yet possibly flirtatious smile, but audibly said nothing as she became preoccupied with detangling her headphones from amongst her auburn hair. 

As she walked past me, I did my customary rear view check and I was more than pleasantly surprised; I was shocked.

Not only was this young lady showcasing a cute duck butt in the making, but her lace-trim powder blue cheeky panties were staring back at me! 

She had black tights on, but they were so taught and sheer around her cute bottom that they were nearly transparent. What was going on you ask? Well her light dress had somehow got caught underneath her large purse backpack and thus the full exposure show. 

So what did I do? After snapping out of my daze and snapping a few pictures I ran up to her and tapped her on the shoulder. She hesitantly removed her earphones as she took a step back; an obvious reaction to some random stranger on the street stopping her. I am sure she was  regretting exchanging smiles with me a few seconds earlier now pondering who knows what I was about to confront her with.

"Your skirt is stuck" I blurted out.

"What??" she glanced down saw nothing unusual, then stared at me like I was up to something. I motioned to the back of her skirt and she did an instant reach behind her grasping for her skirt hem. Not finding it where it should be, she realized what was going on and tugged her skirt down.

"Oh...oh! Thanks." she replied as she started turning red.

"Your backpack must have caught it somehow" I responded attempting an intro to jointly decipher the cause. She had no interest in figuring out the cause of her embarrassment, but instead made haste across the street corner.

The whole incident sort of reminded me of this commercial:

I wonder how long the girl I helped out had been walking like that, exposing her cute bottom and panties to fellow pedestrians and drivers as well? Had she walked all the way from home, or on the bus or rode the train and continued down the street like this? Oblivious to the catcalls and comments due to her earphones drowning out the city noise. I wonder how far into her day she would have gone before someone told her?

Well I did my good deed, wouldn't you agree?

Never the less, all day I have been preoccupied thinking I wish the story would have played out differently. Let me know if you want to hear about it.

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