Author: The Naughty Gaffer brndtag at mcn.net.
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Title: My Special Outfit  
Keywords: M/F, spank, married
Summary: A speeding ticket leads to both punishment and reward

I sure would be in trouble when I showed Davie the ticket, but I was stuck. I’d already been to driver’s school once and the ticket was going to lose points on my license. And it would probably increase our insurance rates, too. So I called Davie at home on my cell phone..
“Honey, I’m going to be a few minutes late.”
”What’s the matter?” he asked.
“Well, I’m still talking with the police officer,” I said slowly.
“The who?” he sputtered.
“The one who’s writing me a speeding ticket,” I said even more slowly.
“You promised you’d be more careful,” Davie said. “Anything else I should know?”
“Well…” I was very hesitant, but there it was. He was such a nut on the subject! “Well, there’s the extra ten dollars for the seat belt violation…”
There was an ominous silence from my cell phone. Then a deep voice said “Well, I’ll be waiting for you. Make that your only ticket today, okay?”
I got home half an hour later. Davie was waiting for me, all right. He took the ticket from me and made me watch while he wrote out the check to pay the fine. Of course he took it from my allowance. Then he told me, “You march right upstairs, young lady, and look on the bed. I think you’ll know what to do.”
I knew what to expect. Davie had paddled me before when I had been out too late with the girls or forgotten to do the dishes. So I expected a spanking of some kind. But what would be on the bed? A big paddle? A hairbrush with the name of my butt on it? But there were two pieces of cloth lying on the bed. Davie’s voice from below said “You’ve got about two minutes.”
I picked up the two pieces. The large one was a T-shirt in Davie’s size. It had a “brat” face on it – the smiley face, but sticking out its tongue. The small one was a pair of white panties – “Hello Kitty” panties with the kitten logo on the right bottom. Davie had added the words “Brat #1” in some kind of marker on the other side.
I took off my tank top and my bra quickly. Then I took off my sandals and slipped out of my jeans and the purple high-thigh panties I was wearing. I was stark naked for a minute and I looked in the mirror at my bottom. It was very pale and round and I suspected it might get a little brighter pretty soon.
I pulled on the “Hello Kitty” panties first. They were little boy-leg panties, cut way low on my tummy and they just barely covered my bottom. I knew that, whether they were low-cut or high-cut, they were going to be pulled down almost as fast as they got pulled up. They did look cute when I got a look at them.
I pulled the shirt on. Being Davie’s size, of course, it came about halfway down my thighs and the sleeves hung almost to my elbows. It was quite loose around my body. I could see my breasts pushing just a little against the thin cotton. The thin cotton was enough to tease my breasts and my nipples into tall attention. And the wire from my nipples down between my legs was quivering so much that my bottom started quivering under those little boy-leg panties too.
“I’m on my way,” Davie said and I heard the firm sound of his steps coming up the stairs. Quickly I sat on the bed and put on my best little-girl pout. I knew things would get hot pretty soon, but I was hoping to tone it down a little. But every time I thought about Davie yanking down my “Hello Kitties”, I squirmed again and I wanted things to stay hot. I was really surprised at how many times I could picture Davie’s hand on my panties when it took him maybe ten seconds to come upstairs.
Davie came in and looked hard at me. He was obviously genuinely mad, but I could see the glint of lust behind the adamantine set of his eyes and there was a twitch at the corner of his lip. I was going to regret that speeding ticket, all right, but only sort-of. Or at least my regretting would have its own reward.
Davie took my hand and pulled me to my feet, towering over me. He sat on the bed – I noticed that he was wearing only his own cutoffs and a T-shirt – and pulled me over by his right leg. He held my hands in front of me, pressing them against my tummy and stretching the thin cotton against my nipples some more. His right hand was brushing my thighs, reaching up under my shirt to stroke them lightly. Somehow that seemed to take some of the discipline out of what he was saying. What was he saying?
“…your third ticket in the last year and you know what the insurance company is going to say. We’ll be lucky to keep our policy. Well, you’ve been blowing off the cops so I think I’ll try to re-focus you.”
“Oh, you were laying for me,” I said with my lip out as far as it would go. “You had these clothes waiting.”
Davie grinned. “I knew you’d give me a reason to use them sooner or later. I made those panties for you about a month ago.”
A month? But he’d spanked me only about a week ago – I think it was for the dishes. “What about that spanking last week?” I asked.
“You were bad enough for a spanking, but this outfit is special. From now on, if I tell you to get your special outfit, you’re going to put on this shirt and these panties. And you can bet you’ll get a good paddling every time you put them on. In fact, you’ll be thinking about what kind of spanking you’ll get every time you look at these.”
My butt was squirming hard in those little panties already. Of course Dave was stroking the kitty on the panties – the kitty that was hiding my pussy. Then I felt his warm, large hand come up under the T-shirt to stroke my bare breasts and my nipples got even harder. I realized I was rubbing my thighs together to squeeze on myself, I was so eager.
“I’m giving you the wrong message,” said Dave. Then I found myself swooping over his lap and across his thighs. He pulled the T-shirt up onto my back so he could see the white panties and he patted both the brat logo and the kitty for a minute.
“So should you get the first swat or should the kitty?” Dave asked. He answered his own question. His hand swished and splatted firmly against my left cheek where the brat face was. I guess that meant I got the first swat. But even if the kitty was supposed to be getting the next one, I was the one who felt it! Both sides were stinging and tingling as Dave gave me about 10 spanks on each side of my panties. I did what I usually did, trying to put my hands across my bottom. Dave said what he always said. “All right, girlie, that’s five more after I pull your panties down.” I moved my hand quickly out of his way.
Dave paused a minute and I squirmed, but I knew better than to try to get up. Dave always spanked me bare-bottom. He was so mad and so horny that he was sure to yank my panties in a few moments and give me a royal spanking on my pink skin. Right now I just wriggled in pleasure as he rubbed my panties to take a little sting out.
But I knew it was only going to be for a few moments. Then he said, “Remember, you get five extra for putting up your hand.” Then I felt the cool air of the bedroom wash across my butt as Dave pulled my panties down. I could feel the elastic over every millimeter of tingling bottom as he pulled them down. God, I loved it!
Dave got going again, putting a new red spot on one side or the other every second or so. My pussy was tingling even more than my bottom was and the panties rubbing against my legs made me even hotter. I could feel Dave’s hard-on through his shorts, so I wiggled even harder to make it stand up bigger.
“Hey, you know you’re supposed to take your spanking quietly,” Dave said. “Now I’ll have to give you ten spanks bare-naked after your bare-bottom spanking.”
“Bare-naked?” I squealed. “What do you mean?”
Dave gave me about ten more spanks on my bare bottom, then he pulled my panties back up and stood me up. “Like this,” he said.
First he reached under the T-shirt and cuddled my breasts for a minute, then he pulled the shirt over my head and kissed my nipples, running his tongue down to my navel. While I was gasping, he pulled my panties down to my feet and I stepped out of them. Then he pulled me back across his lap, bare-naked like he said, and gave me ten more spanks!
But he had reached his own limits. He rubbed my bottom and stroked between my thighs, then he turned me over in his lap and kissed me some more – lips, breasts, lips, breasts…Dave stood up with me and laid me gently on the bed. He got his shirt off while I opened his cutoffs and pulled his cock out to play with it. I just had time to spread my legs before he was pressing into me.
I came so loudly the windows seemed to shake. Dave was a little more restrained when he came, but it still sounded pretty good. And I came all over again when he put the hand lotion on my poor pink bottom…