Saturday, June 13, 2009

Rue and the perfectly natural urge MMMMMF/F

Entry for February 07, 2008 Rue and the perfectly natural urge MMMMMF/F
Another repost of mine, I did this for Rue, from the SpankingInternet.com storyboard...
Based on the comment Rue made in the General Discussion thread....


Rue was walking home, although a bit stiffly, and decidedly sore, after her latest little shopping trip into town. But it wasn't her feet that were sore, but her pretty little fanny...

It had been the weirdest day, and she still wasn't exactly sure what had gone on....

It had started out, innocently enough, she had gotten up, saw that it was nice out, and decided to go for a walk and some shopping recreational therapy. Oh, and there had been that present that had arrived from Angie, the cute little shorts (but not too short, just short enough....) with the Hawaiian flowers on them.

Snug (but not too snug), they fit well, and a little white thong under them, no panty lines needed, and she chose a tank top to go with, some sandals, and she was off.

She hadn't made it very far, was in the first shop, in fact, leaning over to pick something up, when she felt a masculine hand, gently, but firmly pressing down on her back, holding her in place, and before she could utter a ladylike "Hey! Bugger off!" the owner of the hand used the other hand to give her FIVE sharp hard spanks, right across the lower part of her shorts!

Protests turned into squeals of protests, and then the hands were gone, her's were on stinging fanny, and she saw a middle aged every day type of guy, smile, and say, "There you go, my dear" and turn and leave!

She was so shocked, that for ONCE in her life, she had nothing to say! Just stood there and rubbed her pretty fanny. There had been some snickers from the other shoppers, but no one seemed inclined to say anything, either.

She blushed and decided to go elsewhere.

Next shop, nothing, nor the one after...and then.

A short time later, she had popped into a shop for an ice cream cone, starting to wonder if her over active imagination had conujured up the last event, when it happened again!

There she was, Innocently bending over, trying to decide what flavor to use, when she felt herself tucked under a decidely male arm, held Firm as he spanked her a good ten times, HARD! It was a good thing he had a hold of her, as she started dancing pretty good from spank one, and had been bent over far enough, she might have fell on her pretty little head otherwise.

Rue continued to Dance (and rub her bottom, the crowd had already seen her spanked, they could jolly well see her comfort the hurt!) as he released her, and she turned, and through misty eyes saw the tall, muscled up lifeguard....

He smirked down at her, a wicked smile in his eyes and on his lips. "Hope that helped, little lady..." and he left...

What the hell!?!

With one hand covering her bottom, she got her cone, and left....

Rue had never realized how Often a girl bent over, her bottom in harms way, in an ordinary day out.

Like, when she was finished with her cone, and went to throw the napkin away, and the wind took it and blew it to the ground, and there she was, bending over to pick it up, and she was suddenly looking at black shoes and uniform trousers! And unable to rise!

And heard the words "Litterings a crime, miss..." and before she could utter an indignant correction to that statement, HE gave each plump little cheek TEN hard spanks! And they were hard enough that even though she hadnt' Really littered, she was apologizing for doing so, and promising Never Ever to do it again.

Back on her feet, he saw the Police officer tip his hat to her, smile, and walk away...

Deciding that it was time to start home, before anything else happened, she started walking back, but not the same way she came. T

ook both a different route, AND held her shopping bags across her obviously endangered rump....

Nothing untoward happened, until she got that stone caught in her sandal, and had to stop and take it off to get it dislodged all the way. She had nervously looked around,but had seen only a kindly grandfatherly type, with an equally pleasant woman. Deciding the coast was clear, she kicked the sandal off, no bending if not needed, and the damn thing went scittering under a bench, fuck!

Setting her bags down beside her, she looked around again, and then knelt on the bench, and bent over the back, leaning far, almost reaching it,and then TWO hands held her waist firmly against the bench back (well, at least she could reach her sandal!) and then something HARD and Wooden spanked each cheek five times, and even though the previous spankings had been short and not overly hard, the cumalitive effect had effectively pretenderized her poor little bottom,and this spanking HURT!

The spanking stopped, she expected to be released, when the grandmother holding her in place, said "Again dear, more, these girls today!"

And again and more is what the grandfather did, 15 more times to each wobbling wriggling jiggling cheek, while poor Rue cried....

The sniffling had started to slow, when she realized that she was no longer pinned down, and slowly rose up, swollen fanny protesting any and all changes in position. And she heard the grandmother tell her husband that he had given her Just what she needed and he had nodded and lovingly patted her matronly bottom...

Bloody hell, enough was enough...

So, walking rather stiffly home, (where we came into this story...) she saw that there was a crowd of men, coming out of the local sports bar ahead of her. Bugger that, if she was going to walk through THAT crowd the way her day had been going. And across the street, she saw a bus which was going to be eventually heading her way, loaded up with a bunch of motherly looking types, and she heard them say something about taking a tour for the garden club and she made a run for the bus...

got on and then the doors closed.....
*********************************************************************************** Meanwhile, back in Hawaii, Angie sipped her coke, and wondered aloud to her husband what Rue would think of her new shorts. The ones that she had had treated, so that her body heat would activate the little saying on the rump, the one that said: Good Girls Need Spankings Too! with the nice red handprints over each cheek. Or did I forget to send her the note telling her that. Oh well.....

love,
Angie

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