Homecoming

I can't believe it is almost Thanksgiving, the gateway that ushers in all of the craziness of the extended holidays. Thanksgiving around here, perhaps like most of the US of A, is full of hometown traditions. Traditions ranging from gluttonous feasts, to marathon NFL, college and high school football games, to homecoming courts and alumni events. These traditional events and rituals guarded at all costs which always leads me to caution that, "Tradition at all costs is not a good thing." Here, below, is one illustrative example why.

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"Hon, stop.  I'm going to be late; I don't want to miss the Princess Parade!"

"From where I stand the main Princess already marched in with attitude to fill the stadium."

"Uhggg! I gave into these stupid panties already, I don't know what else you want" she stomped her heeled foot in a display of her adult defiance.

"Excuse me? You gave into those panties? Really? Is that how you see it ?"

"Honnnn…these panties are a real fashion faux pas. These are embarrassing enough. Do you know how many of my  friends are going to be commenting on my pantie lines behind my back. Do you? " she questioned, attempting to pull away from his firm grip on her upper arm. 

"You don't get it, do you young lady?" He asked, not expecting an answer; at least not an answer to his satisfaction and sat himself down on the living room chair.

"I can just imagine the girls thinking I wore these intentionally. Thongs don't show panties lines yuh know; they make it look like you aren't wearing anything."

"So it is better people think you aren't wearing underwear?"

"Exactly. Can I go now? Please?! I really don't want to miss the Homecoming Parade" she asked bouncing in place on her heels, anxiously awaiting his dismissal.

"I don't understand you. You are well past the age to care about some High School Homecoming."

"Uggh! What don't you understand?! 

Ever since I graduated, and every year since we were in college, the weekend before Thanksgiving everyone would come back to town; go to the game and watch the parade. It is so much fun! It's tradition. 

We all sit there, watch the game and the crowd, drink and talk and comment about how we made a prettier court back then, more then these girls now. Then after the game we hit up all the bars in town and talk about how much has changed since then."

"From the looks of things not much has changed about your princess attitude since then!

I told you, I worry every time you get together with your old friends; you drink like a naive teenager. Thus the necessary reminder to behave yourself."

He repeated his rationale while tugging her down and over his lap.

"Awww! No! Hon, no! Please! Not before going out tonight. I'm wearing these aren't I; isn't that enough?!"

"You don't get it, Princess" he said flipping up her clingy dress over her waist revealing the tight form fitting bikini cut panties. "These are just a reminder. A reminder to behave yourself; but apparently they aren't enough and you need a more direct reminder."

He flicked the top thin elastic waistband of the panties; the bright white sheer material contrasting against her unnatural tanned skin.

"Ouch! After all the comments I get about these pantie lines I am sure that will be punishment enough" she argued.

   

"Punishment enough? Ha! You have not idea. How easy you forget. Let me remind you."

He raised his open palm and brought it down with a stinging slap to her bottom.

"Owww!"

He raised his hand again as she clenched her cheeks nervously. He brought it down and began a torrent of slaps. Her perky cheeks felt naked under the snug, sheer material of the panties he had selected. Intentionally a size small, he demanded she wear them tonight instead of a thong. Wear them as a constant reminder of the punishment she would be receiving at the end of the night if she drank to the dangerous extent she had last time. 

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He never forbade her to go out with friends or forbade her drinking. No, that wasn't his issue. His issue was with her unsafe careless actions that resulted from influences of her old friends; old friends reliving careless days and wishing to forget more current life choices.

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Her heels kicked the rug in beat, as he slapped her pantie clad bottom without rest. She squealed and grunted as the hand spankings reverberated and ached more than usual due to her freshly baked artificial tan. He cheeks bounced and jiggled with every slap as she bopped her head in inaudible protests. Four baker dozen spanks later, or so, her cheeks were a uniform red showing clearly through the sheer material.

"Oowww! Ow! Ooohhh..." she whined as he slowed the rhythm of the slaps. She might as well have been naked for the thin material provided absolutely no cushioning protection.

He finally stopped the flash storm of spanking, "Get up!" he ordered.

She did as she was told and struggled to her feet.

"Damm you!" she huffed blowing her curls out of her face and smoothing down her dress.

"If you would have behaved yourself last time we wouldn't have to take these preventative measures." 

"Preventative measures? This sure as hell doesn't feel preventative. It is bad enough I have to wear these and then to spank me regardless!" she snapped back at him.

Unhappy with her continued back talk, he stood up and without hesitation spun her around and pushed her down on the sofa. She caught her landing, as he expected, with her outstretched arms and her bottom upright in front of him. 

Flipping up her dress over her waist once again, he grabbed the edges of her panties with each hand and gathered the material together into one hand. He pulled the sheer fabric up and forward, wedging it deep into her cheeks. With another firm tug upwards, he nearly knocked her off her feet; forcing her to tip-toe in order to keep balance as he lifted her by her panties. The underwear dug deep. He continued to pull up and did not stop until the material nearly snapped and her red cheeks were basically bare. 

"OhhhMaGawd! Fuuu....Oooowww!" she protested barely able to get the simple words out.

"Oh...isn't this like wearing a thong?" he asked sarcastically.

She clawed at the sofa to steady and catch herself as he nearly had her off the ground as she struggled to remain balanced on her tip-toes. Pulling on the makeshift reigns with one hand, he spanked her ass with the other. He slapped her cheeks in a slow precise upward motion. He alternated left and right. Slow, controlled and harsh. Each slap was deliberate and delivered with the intent to sting.

"Ssssstop..pp...pa...please!" she whined out her protests "I..I'll...beee..ggoo... I'll be good! I promise! ...Oooowww!" 

He continued to spank her with one hand, all the while pulling her up by her panties; leaving her resembling a pleading, dangling marionette. 

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"Hmmm, look at the time. You better be going before all the good bleacher seats are gone" he smirked, satisfied with her bottom hue, yet still holding her in place by her wedged panties.

He delivered a final perfectly targeted slap to her bent over exposed bottom with his free hand. Slapping her squarely on her left cheek; upon contact he let his fingers close tightly grabbing a firm hold of her ass. His fingers pushing into what little area the sheer lingerie material was now protecting and firmly probed between her lips.

She involuntarily released a soft moan as he pushed his fingers in. His fingers draped by the sheer material filled her femininity tightly. She squeezed herself tightly against his fingers, not to stop the motion, but rather to enjoy the resistance. Amused he left his fingers in place as she began swaying; slowly working herself into a sweat.

Yet, just as quickly as he had pushed in, he pulled out and simultaneously released her from his string hold. Not expecting the sudden release, she fumbled away from him, landed on a knee and quickly pushed herself upright in dismay. Spinning herself around to face him, flailing her arms in an attempt to uncover her face from her hair; while her black wrap dress clung wide open above her waist for a brief moment. He took in the view of the small, white, sheer triangle caught between her feminine lips, before the cloth gave way and the curtain closed. 

She shook her head at him in silent anger. She then preceded to awkwardly bend her legs at the knees, reaching behind herself with both hands to release the tightly wedged fabric. She stretched her fingers under her dress, unhooked herself and stretched her panties down into their proper place around, rather than between, her cheeks. Her eyes fluttered as she released an audible sigh of relief and then immediately moved onto cursing under her breath. 

Rubbing her throbbing cheeks with one hand, she reached for her purse with the other. Upon straightening out fully she swung and smacked him with her purse across his chest.

"Damm you! Jerk; you do all this on purpose!" she turned to him with flaming eyes. 

"All for your own good. All for your own good, Princess" he watched her full bottom sway right and left, undeniably defined by her pantie lines, as she hustled to the door.

"Enjoy the parade and long game...on those old hardwood bleachers! Oh and watch for splinters" he called after her.  She heard him and in utter frustration slammed the door behind her.

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