From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Naughty Cindy - Spanks For The Memories (MF, spank)
Date: 14 Jul 1996 20:26:32 GMT

			    Naughty Cindy
		       Spanks for the memories.

	The day started out as most of them did. I awoke to find Cindy
at my groin. She looked up at me with her `what me' smile, and
proceeded to fellate me until she knew I could hold back no longer.
She then pinched the head of my penis hard, and slowly climbed out of
bed. `What's going on?' I asked, she just smiled, and walked away. I
was not happy, but since I was already late for work, I decided to say
no more about it.

	That afternoon I arrived home and wasn't surprised to see
Cindy naked on the Chesterfield watching television. She never was a
big one for clothes, and dumped them as soon as possible. The mornings
events had been forgotten and I sat down beside her, admiring her
creamy white complexion and the way her hair fell all over her back.
She suddenly jumped up, ran over to the television, switched it off,
came back over and lay back down on the Chesterfield. This time with
her legs across my lap.

	I started rubbing my hands across her ass, remembering how
horny I was this morning and sensing that this might be a chance to
make up for lost time. Nothing was said for a while, she just lay
there, and I continued stroking her ass thinking about what I'd really
like to be doing to her.

	Then she threw her head around, looked me straight in the eye,
and said `Spank me.' I almost fell off the chair. this had long been a
fantasy of mine, but I never for a second thought that she would
entertain my `perverse' desires. `Please, spank me' she said again,
and slowly moved up the Chesterfield so her ass was front and center
on my lap. This was too good a chance to miss, so I leaned over to her
ear, and quietly whispered `No, get dressed, we're going shopping'.
She seemed startled but quickly got up and pulled on her jeans and
top.

	We drove downtown and I stopped in at one of the local
department stores. The one thing that Cindy refused to do was wear
mini skirts. She said she found them degrading, and flatly refused.

	As you may guess, we headed straight for the ladies
department. "Put this on," I said, handing her a short jean miniskirt.
`She just looked at me, removed the skirt from my hands and headed off
to the change room. Not a word was said. This was slowly becoming
better and better. She returned wearing the skirt, but looked
ridiculous in her beat up running shoes and ankle socks, so next we
picked up a pair of sheer white pantyhose for her, and while she went
to put those on, I bought her a pair of red pumps.

	Now she was starting to look like the woman I had fantasized
about ever since we were married. And what's more, she seemed to like
her new image, she walked with a `certain air.' But the best part was
yet to come. Next we went to the mens wear area. "What are we doing
here?" she asked, but I just led her by the hand to the pants section.
"You said you wanted to be spanked, You're not going to forget this
one," I said with a voice which didn't sound like my own. Shaky, yet
authoritative.

	We walked up to a belt display and I asked her to pick one
out. She immediately realized why she was choosing one, and stepped
backwards. "You pick, or I pick," I said. She walked over, and started
flicking through the various belts. Feeling each one, trying to push
the thicker leather ones to the back.

	When I was in school the teachers all used to keep thick brown
leather belts in their desk drawers. I had always dreamed, but never
thought I'd see the day when I too would command `The Strap'.

	Finally she picked up a fairly heavy black leather one, and
looked at me for approval. "Let's go," I said, as we walked to the
checkout.

	The girl at the cash register put everything in a bag, but
when we left the store I removed the belt and told her to carry it.

	"Hold it and think about what it will be doing in fifteen
minutes," I said. And we walked toward the car.

	Cindy was strangely quiet all the way home. She usually was a
chatterbox, but this time she just sat looking at the belt in her lap.
running it through her fingers and looking over at me.

	When I stopped the car she made quite a visible jump. We
walked into the house and I sat down and turned the television on. She
didn't know what to expect. She sat on the chair opposite, still
holding the belt, and making sure I got quite an eyeful of her panties
under the mini.

	After about thirty minutes I walked into the dining room, and
called for Cindy to join me. Our dining room was recently furnished
due to an aunts passing, and the furniture is all wood, high backed
chairs. Cindy walked into the room and stared. She just couldn't
figure out what was happening.

	"Earlier today you asked me to spank you, correct?" I asked,
"Yes," she said in a very quiet voice. "I'm now going to do just that.
Will it be hard or soft?" She didn't reply. "Hard or soft," I
repeated. "Hard," she whispered, and I could see by the look in her
eye that this was going to be something we were both never going to
forget.

	Cindy handed me the black leather belt and stood there,
looking like a lost soul. I doubled the belt and held it in one hand,
tapping it on my thigh. "Bend over the back of that chair and grab the
arm rests," I ordered. She quickly complied. I then pulled up the back
of her skirt and tucked it into the seam. I just couldn't believe my
eyes, here was the woman I loved more than life itself, bent over our
dining room chair preparing to be spanked like a twelve year old.

	I rubbed my hand across her crotch, and wasn't surprised to
find her sopping wet. I eased a finger under her panties and started
playing with her clit. She let out a gasp when the finger managed to
make its way into her love hole. "Please, spank me now," she gasped,
and who was I to refuse. I slid her panties down her legs and left
them around her knees. That was always the way I had imagined I was
going to do it, and now it was happening.

	I stood back, admired my handiwork once more, pulled my arm
back, and felt a shiver as the belt cracked over Cindy's ass. She let
out a squeal. Not too loud, but loud enough that we both knew she was
getting what she wanted. I lifted my arm again, again, the belt came
down across her ass. There was already an outline from the first swat,
and I placed the second neatly beside it. Again and again the belt
came down and again and again she let out squeal after squeal.

	After about fifteen or twenty swats she started sobbing. I
didn't mind this game, but I didn't want her crying so I stopped. "No,
please don't," she cried "Please, don't stop. I've been a bad girl and
I need to be punished." and with that I proceeded to fulfill her
request with another fifteen or twenty swats.

	Words cannot express how much I relished the feel of the
leather in my hands, nor the satisfaction I received listening to the
swish beside me, then the crack as the strap came down across both
buttocks. I had slowed down the pace now, watching as the red line
slowly rose from her ass, and trying to find a part which wasn't that
exciting shade of red yet.

	When her ass was glowing redder than the worst sunburn I've
ever seen, I stopped. She turned around, and was all over me like a
woman gone mad. She almost threw me down on the floor, while reaching
for my cock.

	Then she went down on it and she was indeed a woman gone mad.
Unfortunately the excitement was more than I could take, and the first
time around didn't last too long. She wasn't about to give up though.

	I'm no stud, and am usually quite happy to `shoot my load' and
leave it at that, but not this time. We had sex in every possible way
imaginable, and a few which I don't think I could imagine to this
date. There is no feeling in the world like entering from behind and
looking down at a red ass which you know you were responsible for.