Grocery Store - Part 2 FF/M By OTKFME@comcast.net

   Last week I went to the grocery store and I accidentally knocked a woman
who was getting coffee.  I went all over her white cotton dress, and made a
big mess.  I offered to pay for the dry cleaning of the dress and anything
else I could so.  Well, she had me follow her car to her house, and then
she spanked me.  I was told that if I showed up at the same time next week
for another spanking, I wouldn't need to pay for the dry cleaning charges.
I'm in college and money is very tight, so I agreed to another spanking.

   It was a Saturday evening and I was supposed to be at her house at five
o'clock.  Traffic was all tied up because of an accident, so I was running
a little late.  By the time I got to her house, I was over five minutes
late!  I rang the doorbell, and Mrs.  Anderson answered the door with a
portable phone in her ear.

   "I told you that it was very important that you be on time for your
spanking." Mrs.  Anderson said.  "I was trying to call you right now to see
what was delaying you.  Now that you are finally here, go into the living
room and take off your slacks, shoes and socks.  Put them in the corner of
the room and then wait for me to give you your spanking.  Since you were
late, you will get an extra paddling.  I'll get the paddles and stuff, and
will be right with you."

   I felt embarrassed taking off my clothes in a middle of the living room
of an older woman that I had just met a week ago.  My mind was racing with
thoughts of what this spanking would be like.  The phone rang, and I could
hear Mrs.  Anderson talking to someone, but after a few minutes she went to
her bedroom and came out with some spanking implements and paddles in her
hands.

   After putting a straight back wooden chair in the middle of the living
room, she called me over to her.  "Stand in front of me with your hands at
your sides." Then I felt her fingertips in the waistband of my underwear
and soon they were at my feet.  "Please step out of your underwear so they
don't get in the way of your spanking." She next tossed them over to the
corner where my slacks, shoes and socks were located.  I was now completely
naked from the waist down, and I also had an erection.  My face was also
red from embarrassment.

   "Don't worry about your erection, just bend over my knees for a hand
spanking to begin with.  I wish you weren't so late since I have other
plans for tonight.  Stay still for this hand spanking." Then Mrs.  Anderson
started to spank me.  I felt like a naughty little boy being spanked.  Mrs.
Anderson doesn't like me to say anything, so I kept quiet.  After about two
minutes of spanking, she said, "Now stand up and then bend over the chair
so that I can paddle you.  Also, take off your shirt."

   I stood up and took off my shirt.  Now I was completely naked as I bent
over the back of the chair.  I gripped the seat of the chair very tightly
because the last time she spanked me, I got extra when I got out of
position.  I saw her reach for the paddle with holes in it.  That paddle
really stung my ass when she spanked me the last time.  "You are going to
get fifty swats of the paddle.  Keep quiet and stay in position, or I will
give you extra swats.  Also, spread your legs apart."

   I spread my legs apart a little, and was very aware that left my penis
and balls dangling between my legs.  I felt a swat from the paddle on my
inner thighs, and she said, "Now spread you legs wider than that." She kept
swatting my inner thighs until my legs were wide apart.  This completely
exposed my most sensitive, tender parts of my ass to the paddle.  "Now stay
in that position while I paddle you." Then my paddling started.

   As she was paddling, she said, "I had my white dress dry cleaned, and to
my dismay, the coffee stain was still left on my dress.  So now you have
ruined my 200-dollar dress.  If you agree, after the paddle I am going to
use a cane on you.  I only used the cane on my kids if they were very, very
naughty; since it is so severe.  It's either the cane or you pay me
200-dollars for a new dress.  What do you want to do?"

   As a college student, I didn't have an extra 200-dollars to give her, so
I said, "I don't have the money to pay you back, so please cane me." I
didn't believe that I said that, since I had read how painful a caning
could be, from articles in magazines about European school punishments.

   After about 40 swats of the paddle, her doorbell rang.  "Stay in
position while I take care of this." I didn't want extra swats, so I stayed
in position.  I heard the door open and heard Mrs.  Anderson talk to
another woman.  To my surprise, her friend was now in the living room and
was looking at me.  She was about my age, and now I really felt embarrassed
and humiliated.

   "Clyde, this is Elizabeth." Mrs.  Anderson said.  "We have a dinner date
that we don't want to miss.  I also told her about the incident in the
grocery store."

   Then Elizabeth said, "I would have pulled down his pants and spanked in
at the grocery store.  He is a very naughty boy.  Let me examine his well
spanked ass."

   "Clyde, stay in position as Elizabeth examines you." Mrs.  Anderson
said.

   Next, I felt her hands on my warm and burning ass, and her hand even
went between my legs and grabbed my penis and balls.  "It seems like he is
enjoying his spanking."

   "Men and boys seem to get excited when they are spanked." Mrs.  Anderson
said.  Then she reached for the cane and started swishing it in the air. 
"I don't have time to give you your full spanking, so I am going to give
you two strokes of the cane.  But I will need you to come back next week
for the rest of your spanking.  So stay still."

   Next she gave me two swift strokes of the cane.  It felt like two
burning lines of fire going across my ass.  It was more than what I ever
expected, so I stood up and rubbed my poor ass.

   "Since you stood up, you will get the full twelve strokes of the cane
next week." Mrs.  Anderson said.  "Also, the rest of your paddling.  So be
sure to be on time.  You can get dressed now."

   As I went to the corner of the room and to get dressed, I heard
Elizabeth ask Mrs.  Anderson, "Is it OK if I help you spank him next week?"

   "Sure, that sounds like a good idea."

   I left Mrs.  Anderson's house real fast, and I wasn't looking forward to
another spanking from Mrs.  Anderson, especially since Elizabeth will help
her with my spanking.


   
