by Rick Marlowe
UPSTAIRS/DOWNSTAIRS: Lenz is Marlow's annoying neighbour, who leaves her washing in the machine, steals his parking spot and many other things that enable the two to enjoy some friendly banter. He really likes her but there is a problem - she has a boyfriend. Then one day, as he is debating threatening to spank her, he finds her in tears having broken up with boyfriend Ross. They spend the evening together and not only does she get her spanking, but great sex as well!
AFTER DINNER TREAT: Mark decides to provide his girlfriend with an unforgettable evening which includes cooking her favourite meal and then spanking her before taking her to bed. It is really her choice, as she is free to go out and eat elsewhere. She takes the spanking, and reflects afterwards that she enjoyed the experience far more than she expected, acknowledging that although it hurt like hell, she would make exactly the same choice again!
THE HITCHHIKER: Hitchhiking seems like the only available option open to Erin when she loses her money and bus ticket. Little does she realise how a chance meeting with Jeff Stone will change her life or how he will deal with her crashing his precious jeep. Life continues with plenty of bare bottom spankings, both punishment and fun!
THE PARKING TICKET: Jack is given a parking ticket by Parking Enforcement Officer Jodie. He convinces her to come out for a drink with him and they have dinner together, and later in the evening end up at his apartment. Things don't go quite as smoothly as Jack would like, as Jodie complains about his choice of music. A good old-fashioned spanking sorts her out, followed by an enthusiastic bout of lovemaking.
LAP DANCER: Craig and his friends out on a bachelor night of fun, venture into the Pink Pussycat gentleman's club where he is entranced by the charms of a lap dancer called Tawnee. To show his appreciation he slips paper money down the back of her G-string. Some time later, Craig goes home to his parents' house in Pennsylvania for Christmas. There are other guests there - including much to his surprise and delight - Tawnee. A relationship involving spanking shortly follows ...
WHAT MAKES HIM TICK: Annie discovers the shy guy at the office has a secret. He shares that secret with her and it excites her. When he invites her to his home for a nightcap, she discovers that the reality of being spanked far exceeds her fantasy. It is an amazing experience, followed by great sex!
SANTA'S LAP: Carol and boyfriend Mike are to spend Christmas with Carol's family. She decides to take him to visit Santa - just like she always did as a child - she has an important thing to ask Santa for this Christmas. Carol is shocked by Santa's reaction and ends up bare-bottomed over his lap getting a Christmas spanking. There is another surprise in store for her later. Sometimes, dreams really do come true.
THREE PRETTY MAIDS IN A ROW: 'Uncle Rob' has his seclusion broken when Becca, the niece of his ex-wife Susan, rents out a building next to his bungalow. Becca and her two friends Kim and Alison seek refuge from the heavy snow. When Becca tells her friends about uncle Rob's spanking kink, it makes for a very entertaining conversation. The weather causes problems to the girls' plans of travelling to a New Year's Eve party, so they decide to stay with Uncle Bob and begin playing games. Bored with Scrabble they decide on a game of 'Truth and Dare' ... with very interesting consequences involving a paddle. On a later occasion, Becca asks 'Uncle Rob' for a favour, not for herself but for her friend Alison, who wants more spankings. Uncle Rob does the decent thing and helps her out. Alison just can't get enough ...
"Hey, Lenz," I called to her the next time we crossed paths in the parking lot, "when you do your laundry, could you finish what you start? There are other people in the building, who also need to use the machines."
"Give me a break, Marlow," she poked back. "You know you love checking out my undies when you take out my load to make room for your own. Just enjoy it."
I lived upstairs, she lived down, in the former side-by-side two-family home now carved up into five units, with the common laundry room being in the basement. Lenz was without a doubt easier on the eye than the retired librarian whose apartment she had rented several months before. We had quickly developed a bantering rapport after she moved in. But for the presence of her stuck-up boyfriend Ross, I would have asked her out, that's for certain. Jerk that he was, Lenz did not appear to notice, and I was not prepared to make a fool of myself by attempting to horn my way into another guy's territory. So I contented myself with an evolving friendship - and I don't mean with Ross.
"So Lenz," I scolded a week or so later, "when you put out your garbage, could you put it IN the can, with the lid on? We don't want rats."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh, that must have been Ross. I'll TALK to him, ok?"
I decided it was better not to mention that HE was the garbage I was referring to.
I had been headed to the basement with a load of laundry. Though on her way out to her car, and seeing a laundry basket in my arms, she hadn't seen fit to apologize for there being - surprise, surprise - two loads of her laundry in the machines, one each in the washer and the dryer. It figured. The wet load of her darks I piled on top of the dryer, the dry but still-warm load of whites I put onto the changing table, before loading mine into the washer. Then - what the hell, I had already been accused of it anyway - I pawed my way through the heap of warm towels to see what else I might find. A bra - hmmm... 34C - exactly what I would have guessed. And what's this - something written on the seat of a pair of panties - "So Spank Me!" it said. Oh, really? I smiled - then tucked them into my pocket.
The next morning, timing things perfectly, I managed to be heading off to work at the same time she was. Beaming brightly, I hailed her, "Lenz - these somehow managed to get mixed up with my stuff." Her face turned beet-red as I handed them to her, stretched wide so the writing was clearly visible. It was the first time she had ever failed to respond with a comeback. Nice.
December was soon upon us in a big way. An overnight storm dumped eight inches of snow by Friday morning. Getting up early, I shoveled away the pile of snow plowed up behind my car, and then did the same for Lenz's car parked next to mine, before making a nice path to each driver's side door. A neighborly gesture - why shouldn't I? Getting home late that evening, though, I arrived to find Lenz's car parked in my assigned space, while Ross's occupied hers. I had to dig my car into one of the "visitor" spaces. Though greatly annoyed at that moment, afterwards I was merely relishing my next chance to jab at my downstairs neighbor. I had needed some new material.
Knowing she usually ran out to do errands on a Saturday morning, I listened closely for her front door to open and close so that I could "accidentally" run into her in the parking lot. Ross's car had disappeared sometime during the night, so that the coast would be clear. I wasn't going to miss this opportunity, having figured out exactly how to work - oh so nonchalantly - the suggestion of a spanking into a friendly upbraiding about the pilfering of my parking space. I waited... and waited. Maybe she wasn't going out this morning after all. Or perhaps she had left early with Ross on some excursion. Oh well, I'd have to save my well-rehearsed reproach for another time.
Then there it was - the sound of her door. Quickly I threw on my coat, after which I impatiently counted out five seconds, so that the coincidence would not seem too improbable. Only then did I hurry down the stairs, by now afraid that my delay would prove to be too long. She was still fumbling with her car keys, though, when I sauntered up. Oh so casually I launched into my reprimand, but stopped when she turned to face me. There were tears in her eyes; one rolled down her cheek. Surely I hadn't said anything THAT awful - had I?
"Ross - he ... he..." she blubbered. "We broke up."
She looked so forlorn, standing there, that I couldn't help but pull her into my arms. How long she sobbed against my shoulder, I don't know. I had no idea what to say - had he dumped her, or had he done something that made her dump him? - so all I did was pat her back and mumble, "There, there ... it'll be ok."
At last she pulled away, rubbing her tear-stained face. 'Thanks, Marlow ... I really needed that." Now it was my turn to have nothing to say in reply.
We stood in awkward silence for another long minute or so. At last she said, "Well, Marlow - I got stuff to do. Thanks again. I mean it."
I held the door as she climbed into her car. I finally managed to spit something out. "Um ... Lenz - if you, uh, need some company tonight ... you can stop by upstairs. I can ... um ... make dinner or something. And maybe a movie."
She looked back at me. "Marlow, that's really sweet of you. I might just do that."
Was it a date, or not? I had said just to 'stop by,' so I couldn't then turn around and ask if she was actually coming, now could I? One thing was for certain, I'd better have dinner ready, just in case. That afternoon I threw together some meat sauce for pasta, and a salad. If the wine bottles placed in the recycling bin were any indication, Lenz liked her Cabernet. After buying a few bottles, just to "have on hand," I wondered whether that preference had been hers - or Ross's? So I made another trip back to the liquor store for some white wine, a six-pack of beer, and some brandy.
What time was 'dinner' for Lenz? 6 o'clock? 7 o'clock? Later? I finished everything early, put on some music ... and waited.
It was almost 8:30 when I heard a timid knock on my door.
"Hey Marlow," she said when I opened the door. "I hope you were serious when you said to stop by. I mean ... I hope I'm not intruding. I brought this..." She held up a 1500 ml bottle of Cabernet.
"Get your butt in here, Lenz. Of course I meant it."
We sipped wine and talked while I cooked the pasta. I learned more about her, and told more about myself than I had in the four previous months. Through dinner, then while we lingered at the table afterwards, the conversation flowed on. It was inevitable that the dastardly Ross figured prominently as a topic - but at least it was good to know that it WAS 'dastardly' Ross. It turns out she had known what a jerk he was for some time; sheer inertia (as well as Ross's insistence) had kept things going. The knowledge that a relationship is a poor match apparently doesn't make its ending any less traumatic.
We were well into our second bottle of wine - after having a chuckle over the "Big Ass" label I had carefully selected - when the conversation finally hit a lull.
"A movie, Lenz?" I asked.
"Sure, Marlowe," was her reply.
"Comedy, romance or action?"
"A comedy. Most definitely a comedy."
As we relocated into the living room, I crossed my fingers that she was a Python fan before popping "Monty Python and the Holy Grail" into the DVD player.
"Oh, I LOVE this movie, Marlow," was the music to my ears as we settled onto the couch.
Whilst King Arthur and the knights made their way through the English countryside, my arm made its way around Lenz, to no objection whatsoever. It turned out that she knew the dialogue as well as I did, so that one or the other of us, if not both, was chiming in on every key line. Shortly before Sir Lancelot arrived at Castle Anthrax to rescue Sir Galahad, Lenz and I had made serious headway into our third bottle of wine. And so it came to pass that, after I doubled Dingo's lines of "Naughty, naughty, Zoot," and "you must tie her down on the bed and spank her," Lenz joined the chorus of young nuns shouting "And spank ME! A spanking! A spanking!"
At that, I turned to look at her. "Oh REALLY, Lenz?" Now I knew that she had to be more than a little inebriated - but then again, so was I, so that nothing was going to stop what happened next.
Inebriated or not, she knew what I was thinking. "It's just what THEY said ... in the movie," she insisted, though not very convincingly.
"Oh, no," I parried, "It's not just 'naughty Zoot' - it's also 'naughty Lenz.' Remember that party with the loud music until 3 am a couple weeks ago ... and you didn't even invite ME AND the laundry, AND the parking space..."
"But ... but ..." she stammered.
"Oh, we're going to get to the 'butt' all right," I said, pulling her over my lap with surprisingly little resistance.
"You WOULDN'T," she objected, but I immediately proved her wrong by bringing my hand down with a solid whump on the seat of her pants.
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