Discount Store  Part 1 F/M By Otkfme@comcast.net


After college, I got a good job at an advertising agency.  My job
was to make up television and radio commercials for various
clients.  I made a very good living, but I spent a lot of time at
work.  So I got an apartment in a very large building, which was
located in the suburbs.  I was really happy when a large discount
store was built next to the apartment.  It was only a block away,
so I was able to easily walk over to the store to buy about
anything I needed.

One day I was shopping in the housewares section and I noticed
the wooden cutting boards.  Most of them were made out of wood
and had a handle on them.  They reminded me of the wooden paddles
that my teachers would hang on their desks.  I attended school
where paddling a student was accepted, even expected, by my
parents and the town I lived in.  Also, if I were spanked at
school, I would receive another spanking once I got home.

Anyway, I picked up one of the wooden paddle cutting boards and
hit my hand with it.  I wanted to find out how much it stung, and
if it would remind me of my school spankings.  I remembered how
these spankings helped me improve in my schoolwork and helped me
be more disciplined in my life.  As I was wondering what it would
be like to be spanked again, I swung the paddle around and hit my
ass with it several times.  It didn't have much affect on me
since I had all of my clothes on.  When my teachers spanked me, I
was either over their lap or bent over a desk.  They would pull
down my pants and spank me on my underwear.  If I were really
naughty, I would be spanked on my bare skin.  I was caught up
with my memories and I didn't notice an older woman in the aisle
watching my strange behavior.

She startled me by asking; "Don't you live in the apartment
building next to this store?"

"Yes I do.  Why do you ask?"  I replied.

"I live in that apartment building, too."  She said.  "I could
help you use that wooden cutting board."  She wrote something
down on a piece of paper and handed it to me.  She also gave me a
set of wooden spoons.  "Please call me once you get back to your
apartment, that is after you buy this cutting board and these
wooden spoons."

Before I could say anything, she turned around and walked away. 
I opened the piece of paper and it said, "Former Schoolteacher. 
Sally." and it had her phone number on it.  At first I wasn't
sure what had happened to me, but I bought the wooden paddle
cutting board and the wooden spoon set.  By the way, the cutting
board and spoons had a Martha Stewart as the name brand.  As I
walked back to my apartment, I was wondering what might happen if
I call this woman.  After all, I am now a successful businessman
in my thirties, and I am no longer a naughty schoolboy.

Once I was back in my apartment, I called her.  She told me that
she used to be a schoolteacher and she used to spank her
students.  She had taken an early retirement and wondered if I
needed a spanking.  I told her that the spankings I had received
seemed to help me when I was growing up, and I probably needed a
spanking.  I found out that she lived in an apartment that was
just three floors above me, and she wondered if she could visit
me in my apartment.  I had nothing else planned for the rest of
the day, so I told her that she could visit with me in person.

Since I am very busy with the work I do, I actually don't spend a
lot of time in my apartment.  So I had to quickly pick up trash
and clothes, before Sally saw my messy apartment.  After about
ten minutes, there was a knock on my apartment door.  When I
opened the door, I saw the same woman who handed me a note in the
discount store.  She was wearing a nice dress and was carrying a
duffel bag.

"Welcome to my apartment," I told her.  "Come on in and have a
seat."

She came in and seated herself in the middle of my sofa.  I sat
across from her on a recliner chair.  I was surprised when the
first thing she asked me was, "So you would like me to spank
you?"

"I guess so." I replied.  "I never expected this to happen to me
when I was looking at the cutting boards that reminded me of
paddles."

"When was the last time you were spanked?"  She asked.

"I guess it was in junior high school.  I had teased some girls
in class and it disturbed the class, so my teacher had me stay
after school for a spanking."

"How were you spanked?"  Sally asked.

"My teacher had me bend over her desk for the spanking.  I was
really embarrassed because she pulled down both my pants and
underwear and spanked me on my bare bottom."

"You told me you thought the spankings helped you with your
school work."  Sally said.  "So are you willing to submit to a
spanking from me?"

"I haven't been able to concentrate at work, so a spanking may
help me out.  So yes, please spank me!"  I said.

"If you agree to be spanked by me, I expect to follow all of my
commands and orders without question.  If you don't, I will stop
your spanking and walk right out of the apartment.  Do you agree
to that?"

"Yes I do."  I replied.

"Also, starting now and until I have finished your spanking, you
will address me as Mrs. Jones.  Do you agree to that?"

"Yes I do."  I replied.

"Please answer with 'Yes I do, Mrs. Jones'.  That will cost you
extra five swats of the paddle.  Are you ready to be spanked?"

"Yes, Mrs. Jones."  I replied.

"Good!  First I want you to get the paddle and wooden spoons you
bought and place them on your kitchen table."  So I went out to
the kitchen and set down the wooden paddle and spoons on the
table.  "Now I want you to completely take off your shirt and
slacks, then stand in front of me with your hands on your head."

I felt good that I was able to leave on my underpants, and I
stood in front of her with my hands on my head.  I didn't mean
to, but I felt an erection coming on, and I felt my penis
stretching out my white cotton briefs.  I guess it felt exciting
standing almost naked before an older woman who was about to
spank me.  To my surprise, her hands quickly went to the
waistband of my underwear, and she pulled them down to my ankles.
 "I always give a spanking on the bare skin.  Please step out of
your underwear and give them to me, and then go over to your
kitchen table and bend over it."  I guess that she was ignoring
my erection that was standing straight out.

I couldn't believe that I was doing this.  I had just met Mrs.
Jones a few hours ago, and now I was naked and bent over my
kitchen table to be spanked by her.  Then she brought over her
duffel bag and pulled some of her own paddles and placed them on
the table next to me.

"I will start your spanking with the stuff you bought at the
store, and then I will use my paddles on you.  My paddles will
sting you a lot more.  Are you ready to be spanked?"

"Yes, Mrs. Jones."  I meekly replied.

"First, I want you to spread your legs apart.  That way I can
spank you in your most tender areas."  As I spread my legs apart,
I felt her hands on my ankles spreading them even further apart.
"Now you look ready to be spanked."

I felt totally exposed and vulnerable.  My erect penis and balls
were dangling down between my legs and I felt completely under
Mrs. Jones' control.  I saw her pick up the wooden spoons that I
had bought and my spanking began.  "These should warm up you ass
to start with."

I could feel the spanking, but it didn't hurt much.  Then she sat
down the wooden spoons and reached for the wooden cutting board
paddle, which I had bought.  "Next, I will give you ten swats
from your own paddle."

The ten swats hurt a lot more than the wooden spoons, and now I
was beginning to really feel my spanking.  I was really glad when
the ten swats were over with.

Next, she picked up a large wooden paddle with holes in it and
said, "I am now going to give you fifteen swats from this paddle,
but this time I want you to count these out loud. I will also ask
you some questions between each swat.  Are you ready/"

"Yes, Mrs. Jones."  I replied.

"You have a very messy apartment. Don't you agree?"  SWAT!

The paddle with the holes in it really stung my naughty naked
bottom.  "Ouch!"  I yelled out.

"You forgot to say 'One' and answer my question."  Mrs. Jones
said.  "Therefore we will start with one all over again.  Also,
if you keep yelling out, I will need to gag you.  So are you
ready for your first swat?

"Yes, Mrs. Jones."  I meekly answered.

SWAT!  "One, and yes I have a messy apartment."  I said.

"You will clean up your apartment a lot better the next time I
see you.  Correct!"  SWAT!

"Two!  Yes, I will clean it better!"  I said.

"Are you currently dating anyone?"  SWAT!

"Three.  No."  I said.  Now I was feeling very vulnerable and
completely under Mrs. Jones control.  Also, not only did I have
to remember how many swats I had received, but also answer her
questions.

"Would you like a woman in your life?"  SWAT!

"Four.  Yes, Mrs. Jones."

"Would you like to meet my niece?"  SWAT!

"Five.  Yes, Mrs. Jones."

"She is going to be over for lunch on Sunday at noon.  Could you
join us?"  SWAT!

"Six.  Yes, Mrs. Jones."

"And you will have cleaned up your apartment by then.  Correct?"
SWAT!

"Seven.  Yes, Mrs. Jones."

"Good!  We will see you in my apartment on Sunday at noon.  Be
sure and be on time."  Mrs. Jones said.  "Now I will give you
your next eight swats very quickly.  Be sure and count them
starting at eight.  SWAT!

I took the next eight swats without yelling out.  Now my poor
bottom felt like it was on fire.  I started to bring my hands
back to rub my bottom when Mrs. Jones said; "Don't you dare rub
your bottom.  Stay in place while I examine my spanking results
on you."  Then I felt her hands all over my bottom and even
between my legs.  "You have a nice red bottom.  You should be
able to feel this spanking for a few days.  Stay in this position
until I leave your apartment.  I will write my apartment number
on a piece of paper and leave it with you.  I look forward to
your next spanking."

Then she gathered up her paddles and put them in her duffel bag.
She wrote a number on a piece on paper and laid it next to my
head.  "I look forward to see you and my niece on Sunday at
Noon."  Mrs. Jones said before she left the apartment.

Once she had left, I went to the bathroom and looked at my
burning bottom in the mirror.  It had a nice red hue all over it.
 When I went to sit down, I needed to use a pillow.  Then I
wondered what Sunday would be like. 
