Antique Shopping By OTKFME@comcast.net

I am a 35-year-old traveling salesman who travels most of the
year.  I am single and live in a townhouse, so I don't have to
worry about getting home at a certain time.  My work requires me
to travel several states, so I go through a lot of small towns.

Sometimes I like to stop an antique stores.  After a busy day of
business meetings, it is nice to see the old stuff that brings
back memories.  When there is a bargain, I like to bring it home
with me.

I stopped at a motel in a small town and checked in.  After
checking out the room and taking a small quick nap, I decided to
eat.  I have found out that the local eating establishments in
these small towns really dish up good food.  It was almost 6 PM
and before I got to the restaurant, I went by a nice little
antique shop.  So I decided to go in and see if I could pick up
any bargains.  A little bell rang as I opened the door to the
store and at the front counter was an older woman, I would guess
about fifty, and she greeted me.

"If you have any questions on anything, be sure and ask."

"I'm just looking.  Thanks."  I replied.

The store was laid out real well.  All of the glass was in one
area, old metal objects in another area, and the store even had
lots of old phonograph records.  I was taking my time looking
around when she said, "We close at 6 PM.  I'm going to lock the
front door so nobody else can come in, but you can look all you
want.  I'm in no hurry to leave."

That's what I enjoy about small towns.  Time never seems to be a
big deal in their lifestyle.  Anyway, as I was looking through
the store, I came across a corner of the store that was set up
like an old school room.  It had a teacher's desk complete with a
wooden paddle hanging from one side, a blackboard, and several
old student desks.  The desks were angled and they had a place
for your books underneath the seats.  There were some other
school paddles hanging on the wall along with some old school
pictures.  This really brought back some old memories when I went
to school.

Back then, the teachers were permitted and expected to punish you
if you were naughty.  I was a young male with a lot of excess
energy, and I would tease the girls a lot and get myself into
trouble.  So I got to feel the paddle on my naughty bottom many
times.  Now, I guess I do miss that discipline to keep me on
focus.

I was touching some of the paddles when the clerk came up behind
me and startled me.  "This area brings back many memories to most
people.  I thought you might be back here."

"Yes, I was a naughty boy in school and felt a paddle like this
many times."  I replied.

"Those are paddles from a old one room school house that they
closed down many years ago.  That is also where the desks and
other things came from."

"I have to confess, I miss being punished by my teachers."  I
said.  "They used to keep me focused on my work.  Sometimes I
wonder what it would be liked to be spanked again."  Still
holding a paddle in my hand.

"Well, the store is locked."  She said.  "If you really want to,
we could role-play, and I could be your teacher and spank you. 
I'm old enough that I could have been your teacher."

I was surprised by her reply.  "It would be interesting if I
acted like a naughty little boy, again."

"If I spank you, you will need to call me Miss Jones and follow
my every command like a young schoolboy."  She said.

"I will be good, Miss Jones."  I said.  "Please spank me."

She pulled out the teacher's wooden chair and said, "I will start
with an over the knee spanking hand spanking.  So stand beside me
and bend over my lap."

Soon my feet were on the floor on one side of the chair, and my
hands on the other side.  I felt like a little boy, again.  I
could hardly feel the spanking and she must have noticed this. 
"You act like you aren't feeling anything."  She said.  "Stand up
and put your hands on your head so that I can take down your
slacks,"

"Yes, Miss Jones."  I said.

She unbuckled my belt, unzipped my slacks, and soon they were on
the floor next to my ankles.  I still had my underpants on. 
"Bend over, again."  This time I could feel the spanks a little
bit more, but they were still light.  After about five minutes of
this hand spanking, she said, "You have really been a naughty
boy.  Now I want you to go over to your desk and bend over it."

With my slacks at my ankles, I hobbled over to the desk and bent
over.  She was trying to get my shirt out of the way when she
said, "I should pin your shirt out of the way but I don't have
any safety pins right now.  Why don't you stand up and take off
your shirt."  So I stood up and handed her my shirt.  "Bend right
over the desk, again."  I was now feeling quite embarrassed
because I was now nearly naked, except for the white briefs I was
wearing.

Next, I saw her go over to the teacher's desk and take the paddle
that was hanging from the side.  Now I could feel the spanks with
the paddle, but they were still light.  She stopped paddling me
and asked, "What is your first name?"

"That's right, I never told you."  I said.  "My name is Clyde."

"Well, Clyde."  She said.  "You have been a very naughty boy
today so you deserve a paddling on your bare ass."

Then I felt her fingers in the waistband of my briefs and then
they were down to my ankles.  "Please don't spank me on my bare
bottom."  I pleaded.

"If you would have acted better in class, you wouldn't be
receiving this spanking."  She said.  "Now stay in position."

I never would have believed that I would be getting a spanking in
an old school setting, when I decided to spend the night in this
small town.  Then my paddling started again.  This time I could
really feel it on my exposed bottom. "Your ass is now turning
into a nice red color."  She said.  "Stay in position while I get
rid of your slacks and underwear," I felt her pull at my feet,
and now I was naked except for my shoes, and I was getting a
paddling like a naughty little schoolboy.  Then she continued to
paddle may naked bottom for about five minutes.

"Now stand up and walk to the corner of the room.  Put your hands
on your head and don't rub your bottom.  This way you can think
about the spanking you just received."  I wanted to rub my bottom
because it felt sore and hot, but I stood with my hands over my
head.  Then I heard the bell ring that was attached to the front
door of the store.

"I thought you had locked the door.  Should I get dressed real
fast?"  I asked her.

"No, stay right where you are.  My daughter and I were planning
to go out to eat after the store closed."

"Mom, where are you?"  I heard a female voice say.

"I'm over here, in the school section."  I was facing the corner
so I couldn't see her daughter, but I felt embarrassed to be
standing there naked, with an obvious red bottom from a spanking.

"I see you have found another customer interested in the old
school stuff.  And it looks like he has felt the paddles
already."  Her daughter said.  "Do you mind if I examine him?"

"Clyde, stay in position while Jan, I mean Miss White, examines
you."  Then I felt her hands on my bottom and along my inner
thighs.  This gave me an instant erection.

"I think he needs a further spanking."  Miss White said.  "Why
don't you get him in position again while I find my paddles." 
Then I heard her daughter leave the area.

"You better bend over the desk, one more time."  Miss Jones said.

I wasn't expecting this.  "My daughter is a school teacher.  She
also remembers when she was able to spank her students for
misbehaving.  In fact, some of her old students still come back
here to be spanked by her. She keeps her paddles hidden away just
for an occasion like this.  I better be quiet. Here she comes
again"

Her daughter bent down and showed me a wooden paddle with many
holes and a riding crop.  "This is what I have decided I will
spank you with.  Since my mother has already given you a good
spanking, I won't spank you too much more.  But first, spread
your legs far apart."

I had never been spanked with my legs apart so I hesitated.  Then
I felt the riding crop hitting my tender insides of my thighs. 
"Hurry up!  Get those legs apart."

"Yes. Miss White."  I replied.  Now I felt totally exposed to
this woman who I had just met.  My penis and balls dangled
between my legs as she proceeded to paddle me.  The holes in the
paddle made it really sting a lot.  And to make things worst, she
also used the crop to hit my penis and balls.

She finally stopped paddling me and said, "You can now stand up
and rub your ass."  As I rubbed my ass, I could now see her
daughter's face.  She looked about my age and she was dressed in
a nice skirt and blouse.  When I was rubbing my sore bottom, I
was now aware of my erection.

Her daughter must have seen it to, because she said, "I don't
think we are done with him quite yet.  Hold his hands behind his
back and spank him while I relieve him of his naughty erection."

Her mom pulled my arms behind my back and my spanking started
again.  This time, her daughter was pulling on my penis and
balls.  It took less than a minute, and soon cum was shooting out
of my penis.  Her daughter grabbed a nearby rag and cleaned me
up.  Then I was handed my clothes and shown where the bathroom
was located.

I cleaned myself up some more, got dressed, and went to the front
counter.  There stood the two women and some of the paddles from
the back.  "So which paddles do you want to buy?"  Her daughter
asked me.

"All of them, I guess."  Was my reply.

After I paid for the paddles, they asked me.  "Were going out to
eat.  Why don't you join us."

"Okay," I said.  "I may have trouble sitting down for a while,
but I haven't eaten yet."

"Good.  Follow us and we will get a table far away from everybody
else so that we can discuss your spanking.  By the way, here is a
business card for the store, so you can call ahead when you come
by here, a second time."

So off I went to discuss my further spankings from these women.

