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190 lines
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Checkbook Spanking
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Susan was prettier than usual that morning. Her neatly-brushed silky
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blond hair just brushed her shoulders with a slight wave. My downstairs
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neighbor had dressed for comfort in running shorts, a tube top and
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sandals. Her clothing hugged her lush figure tightly, just as I wished I
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could.
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She seemed preoccupied, however, as we shared our customary cup of
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Saturday morning coffee. Her blue eyes stared absently at her hand slowly
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stirring the spoon in her cup. Twice, she had inhaled as if about to
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speak, looked up at me, hesitated, then returned to her stirring, letting
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the breath out as a sigh.
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"Something's on your mind," I said, stating the obvious. I let the
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silence grow as she stared and stirred.
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"I got a notice from the bank yesterday," she explained. "It seems that
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I overdrew my checking account and they had to bounce a number of checks,
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including my rent check and one to the grocery store."
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"Ohhh," I moaned, "that is trouble."
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"It sure is! I'll have to pay the bank ten dollars for each one and
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another charge to the landlord. The store won't take my checks any more,
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so I'll have to pay cash there. I'm so mad at myself! Last time I did
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this, I promised myself that it would never happen again."
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It was clear that she was really upset. "I'd be happy to do anything I
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can to keep you from overdrawing your account," I told her.
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"You said that last time, too. I made myself a promise about what would
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happen if I did it again."
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I was intrigued. "What was that?" I asked.
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I could see her struggling with herself for a moment. When she spoke,
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her voice was so soft that I could barely hear her. "I want you to put me
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over your knee and give me a good, hard spanking."
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That wasn't what I expected her to say. I asked her, "Why do you want a
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spanking?"
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"When I was a little girl and I did something I wasn't supposed to do,
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my Dad used to put me over his knee and spank my bare bottom with my Mom's
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hairbrush. I hated it when he did that, but I sure didn't repeat whatever
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it was that got me spanked! I don't know what else to do. I've tried all
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kinds of things, but here I am with my account overdrawn, and I simply
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can't let that happen again. I've been thinking that maybe the old
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solutions were the best solutions."
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"Why am I the person that you're asking to spank you?"
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"We've known each other for some time now and you're one of my closest
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friends. I trust you. I've seen some books in your apartment, y'know, the
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ones with the pictures of women getting spanked on their bare bottoms, and
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I thought you'd understand what I wanted. I thought that you'd probably
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know what you were doing and could give me a really good spanking. I can't
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spank myself, and, after all, you did offer to help."
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"I thought I was offering to help you make a budget and balance your
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checkbook."
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"I know you did, but that's not the kind of help I need from you. I have
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no trouble balancing my checkbook, when I finally get around to doing it.
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I've also made lots of budgets, thousands of them. The problem is that I
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just can't stick to any of them. No, what I need from you is the kind of
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help that involves a hairbrush and my bare bottom."
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She rose from her chair and walked to her bedroom. Her bottom cheeks
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squirmed under her tight satiny running shorts. I could hear her moving
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about her bedroom, then she called to me, "I'm ready for my spanking,
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now."
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I stopped in the bedroom doorway transfixed by the sight that greeted
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me. Susan stood next to the low bench that she had pulled out from her
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vanity table by her bed. Her running shorts were gone and she was bare
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from her tube top to her sandals. She stood facing me with her hands
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demurely folded in front of her pussy. Her slender arms framed her
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gorgeous breasts as they strained against her form-fitting tube top. Two
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little bumps in the stretchy fabric told me that her nipples were erect.
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She hung her head and kept her eyes on the floor. Once in a while she
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would look to her right at the object sitting on top of the vanity bench
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and tremble. It was a large, heavy, oval-backed, wooden hairbrush.
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"Are you sure you want me to spank you?" I asked.
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"Yes," she whispered.
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"Turn your back to me and show me your bottom," I told her. She looked
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up at me apprehensively, then turned slowly, bringing her nether cheeks
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into view. Her bottom was sheer perfection, the most beautiful and
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spankable I had ever seen. At first I hadn't been sure that a spanking was
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a solution to her problem, but, at that moment, I couldn't wait to get her
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across my lap. She looked back at me over her shoulder. "Please," she
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said, her blue eyes just beginning to fill with tears, "don't spank me too
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hard."
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I walked over to her and, putting my hands on her shoulders, turned her
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to face me. Her breasts heaved with her labored breathing. "I'm going to
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spank you hard enough to make you sorry that you bounced those checks, and
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I'm going to spank you hard enough to make you careful never to do it
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again." I picked up the hairbrush and sat down on the vanity bench. "This
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is it, Susan," I told her. "Either lie across my lap so I can spank your
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bare bottom with this hairbrush, or put your shorts back on and go back to
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the kitchen and finish your coffee." Indecision flashed across her face,
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then determination, then resignation. With a choked sob and a sniffle, she
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draped herself across my lap.
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I clamped my right leg across her calves to control her kicking and
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wrapped my left arm around her waist to hold her body against mine. Her
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bottom was perfectly presented in the classic spanking position. Even
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before her spanking began, she started to cry. I ignored her crocodile
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tears, gripped the hairbrush, raised it over my head, took careful aim,
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and brought it down on the base of her right bottom-cheek with a
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resounding CRACK!
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"OW! Oh, wow, that really hurt!" she cried.
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"Of course it hurt," I told her, "You're being spanked." I smacked the
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hairbrush against her other buttock.
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"Ohhh, please (WHACK) I'm sorry. (WHACK) I'll be good! I'll (WHACK) Ow!
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I'll never let it (WHACK) OWW! Ohh, let it happen again! (WHACK) OHH,
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please, I'm SORRRYYYY! (WHACK) OWW! OHHHHHHH, OWWW!!
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She writhed on my lap and wiggled her bottom back and forth, trying to
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escape the brush. She tried to kick her legs, but my leg held hers so
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firmly that she could only pound the carpet with her toes. The gyrations
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of her body were so intense that her ample breasts fell out of her tube
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top. I tightened my grip around her waist as I continued to spank her.
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"Indeed you won't (WHACK) let it happen again. (WHACK) It's going to be
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a while (WHACK) before you bounce another check (WHACK) because it's going
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to be a while (WHACK) before you sit down (WHACK) to write another (WHACK)
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one."
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Her writhing got weaker and her crying got louder as I continued to
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spank her with that hairbrush. She finally stopped struggling and just lay
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across my lap, her body wracked with sobs. Her hanging breasts swayed
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gently with her sobs and each impact of the brush. Tears streamed down her
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face and dropped onto the carpet. Her bottom was as red as a desert
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sunset, and her cheeks involuntarily clenched and unclenched between each
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smack.
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Finally, I stopped spanking her and set the hairbrush down on the floor
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next to me. I unwrapped my arm from her waist, released her calves from
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the grip of my right leg, and turned her over to sit on my lap, her
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flaming bottom hanging over the left edge of my lap. She put her arms
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around my neck and, holding my head to her soft breasts, she rested her
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head on mine as she finished crying. The light caresses that I gave her
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bottom almost set off a new round of sobbing, but, after a few minutes,
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she regained much of her composure.
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I looked sternly into her tear-stained face. "Are you sorry that you
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overdrew your checking account?" I asked her.
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"Yes, sir."
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"What did you get for overdrawing your checking account?"
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"A spanking."
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"What kind of spanking did you get?"
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Her voice was almost a whisper. "A hard spanking with a hairbrush on my
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bare bottom."
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"Are you ever going to overdraw your checking account again?"
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"No, sir."
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"What are you going to do if you overdraw your checking account again?"
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She paused. "Ask you for another spanking," she finally said.
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"What kind of spanking are you going to ask for?"
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She leaned back on my lap and looked at me with a tearful but devilish
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grin. "Whatever kind of spanking you decide to give me."
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"You brat," I said and gave her bare bottom another smack, "get up, put
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your breasts back into your top, put your shorts back on, and, when you've
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finished collecting yourself, come back to the kitchen and finish your
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coffee."
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After that spanking, Susan was much more careful with her checking
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account. Eventually, I did have to spank her for overdrawing it again, but
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that wasn't until a long time later.
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