�You heard what Linda said,� he replied. �Santa bringing the switch,
and using it. Jacking off your colonel is not behavior the old boy would
approve of, I�m sure.�
�Oh, my!� I sighed. I yanked at my panties. They popped down off my
bottom as effortlessly as if I�d pulled at cellophane. Only the bit caught
in my cunt remained.
�Gracefully, like a lady,� the colonel ordered. �You�re eighteen, not
16 like Missy.� Slowly, trying to be as civilized as possible, chic even, I
stripped my last remnant of modesty down my impeccably long legs. I had
model�s legs, and men loved them, no less the colonel for being able to see
my fat little ass atop them, in all its white nudity.
�I was so careful to keep my bottom white when I lay in the sun,� I
said, stepping remorsefully out of my panties as I sensed his belt
swishing behind me.
�I�m glad,� he answered. �I love strapping a white bottom. It lets
me see most clearly my handiwork, after I�m finished. And show it off to
my friends.�
�But you said,� I began.
�You�ll be whipped in private, it doesn�t mean I won�t show you off a
bit later,� he answered. �Don�t worry, I�ll be discreet about it. Now hand
me your panties. Don�t just leave them on the floor like some child would.
I�m beginning to think you�re not 18 yourself, though you say you are.�
�Do you think I ran away to COLLEGE?� I asked him. I bent down,
quite conscious of how close my bare hiney was to his aimlessly swinging
belt. I picked up my undies and gave them to him.
�Open your mouth,� he said, ignoring my last question. I did, and like
a horse being bitted he shoved my panties into my mouth and tied them
tightly behind my head. I tasted my own excitement on the bit of fabric
that had covered my cunt.
�Now turn around, and get that ass of yours up on the desk. Climb
right up, don�t be ashamed of showing off your hind parts to me as you do
it. I�ll be seeing all you have to show from now on, as long as your
whipping lasts.� His voice was stern. I knew I could not disobey.
Trembling, my knees almost knocking together, I mounted the desk. As I
did so he tossed me a cushion from a chair. �Here, put your head down on
this,� he said. �I don�t mean to make you any more uncomfortable than I
have to. The bed is the proper place for this. But I want to enjoy some
more of the party before we go find one of those.�
Gagged, fearful, and rueful that he wanted to still go back and party
with the other girls, I put the pillow beneath me and placed my face down
upon it. I was tentative in my movements, hoping somehow for a reprieve.
I sensed none would be given.
�Open your legs,� he said. �I will decide where you are struck, not
you. If I choose to hurt your cunt, that�s up to me. You�ll just have to hope
for the best.� Shivering visibly with fright, I parted my thighs a little.
I�d hoped to keep them squeezed tight during my punishment. I knew my
cunny made a nice juicy target, with my ass high up and available like
that. He sliced his belt through the air.
�Wider!� he said harshly. �Get your legs open as wide as you can, and
don�t bring them back together, no matter what happens. If I have to tie
them open you�ll suffer far worse for it, I assure you.�
Feeling like some mare being inspected, I opened my thighs as far as
they would go. I found sheafs of paper as I spread them, and gratefully
rested my knees atop them to ease the pressure on my knees.
Unfortunately, this lifted my butt up even higher.
�There you go,� the colonel said. My titties hung beneath me,
pressing their nipples into the bare wooden desktop. I hoped there weren�t
any splinters in it. The desk looked pretty old. It had just been through a
war. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited.
There were footsteps behind me. I heard a male voice, realized it
wasn�t the colonel�s. My eyes popped open.
�Oh! Look, dear!� I heard Linda announce. �How pretty she looks.� I
blushed with fierce shame. Someone was at the doorway, peeking in!
Hadn�t the colonel locked it?
A second voice, laughing. Sally! �It is her first time, I think,� I
heard her say. �Look how white her seat is! What a delight it will be for
you to burnish that up, colonel!�
�God, what an ass!� I heard an unknown male voice say. �She is
nothing if not an ass.�
�She is shy, getting it the first time,� the colonel replied. �She
wants to receive it in private.� Humiliated, I buried my face deeper in the
pillow. I lifted my hands to cover my mortified ass.
�Get your hands away this instant, girl!� the colonel snapped. A
flick of the belt sent it biting into the back of one of my hands.
�OWWWW!� I cried. Immediately I yanked my hand away,
simultaneously rearing up on my hind legs. I knelt on the table, turned my
head around, my back straight, my legs still as wide apart as ever.
�I�ll hold her head down,� Sally said easily. �It�s alright dear, I
understand your reluctance the first time,� she sympathized. Before I
could dissuade her she was all the way around in front of my desk, and
bringing my face back down to my pillow with a firm hand on the back of
my neck.
�Mmmm, you have a nice thin belt,� I heard Linda tell the colonel.
�Leather, too, not regulation, but it will slice her up quite nicely.�
�I want her to be able to remember it for a few days,� he replied.
�God knows, at age 40 it may take me that long just for my balls to re-
fill.�
�Nonsense,� Linda answered. �This is a private office. Let me unzip
you and lick up the mess in your pants, and your thing. You�ll be hard in no
time, with me on the job, and with Lisa�s bouncy bottom to entertain you.
John, get down behind me. You can enter me just when Lisa is at her most
extreme, perhaps having a little orgasm of her own under the belt.� I
heard the unknown male, John by name, enter and unzip himself. There
was a rustle of clothes as he got down in his uniform behind Linda, her
mouth now traitorously at my own colonels� cock.
[Alas, I was forced to delete the giant sex party and all the juicy
punishments that went on. I was told that Bill Clinton actually took time
off from porking women and young underage girls to sign some kind of a
�telecommunications� bill. So if you are left with blue balls, don�t blame
me! I�m just doing my patriotic duty here, censoring my speech because I
live in the Land of the Free!]
GREAT AMERICANS OF THE MODERN AGE
And their Untold Stories
Popularized for the Common Man
by holy joe
In an attempt to raise the �decency level� of this newspaper, we
hereby embark upon an exploration of the lives of Great Americans, who
through their faith in God, hard work, and deep conviction, have made our
country what it is today. First up, an interview with Horatio Luger, who
has obtained entry to the hallowed pages of the Guiness Book of World
Records by picking more boogers out of his nose than any other man or
woman in the history of humankind. (Note my politically correct verbiage,
Pat Schroeder.)
hj: It is a great honor and pleasure to meet you, Mr. Luger.
HL: Well, thank you. You might mention to your readers that I have a very
large nose, which, bestowed upon me by the grace of Our Lord God, helped
me immensely in my quest to pick more boogers out of my nose than any
other human on the face of the earth.
hj: Duly noted. What, in fact, compelled you to strive to pick more
boogers from your nose than anyone else, and to actually count them?
HL: Well, I watch a lot of T.V. Specifically, Playboy Direct T.V., which I
receive by satellite. It runs 24-hours-per day, so, to get my full money�s
worth, I must of course watch it 24-hours-a day. As you can see I�ve set
up a portable latrine here in my living room, so that I won�t miss anything
by running to the bathroom.
hj: Ah, yes. I see you do have quite a few paper cups sitting around here
in your living room. They�re all filled with urine!
HL: Yes, I�ve not had time to empty them. The T.V., you know. Last month
a Brownie came by, selling cookies, and I had her take quite a load of them
to the toilet, but of course I�ve peed some more since then. Would you
mind emptying the cups for me?
hj: I guess not, since you�re giving me this interview...
HL: It only took the Brownie half an hour to empty them all, and you�re
bigger and can carry more, so it should take you even less time than that!
hj: A small sacrifice, I suppose, to get the life story of a great
American...
HL: Thank you! And bring me another box of kleenex, would you? I might
get excited watching this next program!
hj: Ah, yes, �Strippers Next Door Who Look Like High School Girls but are
Actually College Freshmen!�
HL: Undressing for fun and profit! Oh, boy! Oh, boy!
hj: Would you like anything else while I�m at it?
HL: Yes! I�m getting VERY excited now! I think I�m going to shit in my
pants, I�m so excited! Bring me a bucket, would you? I had some more
delivered yesterday. They�re out front on the porch!
hj: I wondered what all those buckets were for...
HL: I wouldn�t normally ask this, but since you�re bringing in new buckets,
would you mind getting rid of the old ones? I don�t normally re-use them
if I can help it, you know...
hj: Oh, yes! I see you�ve got them all pooped in and lined up against the
wall...I thought, you know, they were some sort of �art deco� bookshelf or
something.
HL: No time for books! Playboy runs 24-hours-a day, like I said.
hj (after much American hard work): Well, if I could maybe get this
interview in, before, you know, you have another bowel movement or
something...
HL: Certainly! Anything for a fellow Playboy subscriber! You do
subscribe, don�t you?
hj: Of course, now about...
HL: By the way, the last six month�s worth of issues of Playboy should be
sitting down by my mailbox, on my front lawn, along with my other mail,
would you mind getting them?
hj: Have the pizza boy do it for you, would you? I do have to get your
story and get back to my publisher.
HL: Oh, alright! Shoot, then! Here�s a kleenex.
hj: Heh, heh, you have quite a sense of humor, I see. You must have needed
it, digging out all those boogers in front of people all the time...
HL: Not too many people come by my place anymore. I don�t know why.
You�d think, being famous and all...
hj: How did you count all those boogers you picked?
HL: It was very exacting. I wanted to make sure I won, so I placed each
booger on a separate piece of paper and recorded the date and time it was
picked. Also, I weighed it, so I could determine how far along I was to
winning the world record.
hj: I see your record is in fact for four million, 672 thousand, 891
boogers, weighing a total of 13 tons. Where did you keep them all?
HL: Well, you see that I have a little pile here right now, along with my
scale. The rest I had to store wherever I could find the space. In the
living room, the family room, the dining room, out back in the yard. The
ones in the yard I had to carefully cover and protect with plastic sheeting,
so the rain wouldn�t spoil them. My wife and kids helped me for awhile,
but eventually my wife left me. She told me I loved my boogers more than
her, which I guess is true. Now that she�s gone I don�t have to worry about
somebody changing the channel and making me miss Playboy T.V., so I
suppose it all worked out for the best. Still, it would be nice to have
somebody around to empty my buckets for me.
hj: Do you have any other projects in mind?
HL: Well, I was thinking about going for the record of Most Shit, but I
don�t have a really big asshole, even though some people call me one. Say,
would you be interested in a joint project? I could list you as my
assistant, and you could get credit in the Guiness Book as the man who
properly weighed all my turds and dated them and saved them up for me.
You could even present them to the Guiness Book for me, which might
involve some carrying, but you might get your picture taken turning them
in, which would allow you to bask in the glow of my fame and see yourself
in the newspaper.
hj: Uh, I would be greatly honored to serve such a fine American as
yourself, but the duties of my journalistic career prevent me from helping
you put another American name in the World Record Book.
HL: Alas, another turn-down. Well, publicize my efforts for me on the
Internet, would you? Senator Exon is retiring. And Pat Schroeder too.
Maybe these retiring senators and what not would be willing to help me.
After all, when an American wins, the whole country wins!
hj: I�ll do my best. If nothing else, maybe another Brownie will come by,
selling more cookies.
HL: Send her my way if you see her! I�ll even let her sit and watch Playboy
T.V. with me, on my lap. It costs $14.95 a month, a substantial sum for a
little girl, I�m sure. We could split the cost or something...
hj: I�ll keep my eyes peeled. Good day, sir!
HL: Good day! And remember: God Bless America, for it is He who makes
big noses and boogers and such things!
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