The Swimsuit, F/F

I heard the car scrunch up in the driveway, and then moments later the door slammed and you were yelling for me. Uh oh.

"Angie!"

Now what. I had planned on going downstairs and greeting you like a good little wife, but it looked like you had other plans.

"AN-JA-LA! If your little ass isn't bare and across my lap in 60 seconds, I'm adding on a day of grounding for EVERY second that you are late young lady, starting now

Oh shit! That was serious. I was obviously in trouble, yet again, but that type of grounding meant no nothing, no tv, no radio, no going out other than work, no shopping, and during the whole grounding you would be super strict and I would be subject to punishment spankings for the slightest infraction. Crap crap crap is what I thought, but I thought it as I ran, tearing down the stairs and leaping the final landing, skidding into the front room, and then I was in front of you, trying to tear down my suddenly to tight jeans off of my ass.

I had learned from previous experiences that while it seemed as if you were saving time by undressing while you ran, all you ended up doing was tripping yourself.

Finally I got the last of the buttons undone on the fly, and wriggled them and my lacy little black panties down, and dove across your lap as you looked at your watch, and I heard you say "63. So little girl, that's a three day grounding you just earned on top of everything else."

"But Honieeeee, what did I doooooo Oweeeee!"

That last was accompanied by a wicked CRACK!! right across the crack of my ass, level with my anus, and oh that's a tender area!

I peeked over my shoulder, and saw that you had our Nu West hairbrush out. Oh god, I WAS in trouble, as if there was any doubt before!

"That's another day of grounding for sass and back talk."

For asking what I did!? But this was thought, not spoken. Contrary to popular belief, I can be taught.

"I got a call from Marjorie today, and she wasn't too happy with you, and thought that I might want to know what you did. You'll be happy to know that I found her story most fascinating."

Oh man, busted. Nothing left to do but wriggle and whimper and shut up.

Marjorie and you had been friends before we had hooked up, and were both the tops in our relationships. Marjorie I got along fine with, but that little dipshit princess she had hooked up with was another story, she got on my nerves.

Amber.

And the way she had flirted and pranced around in front of all the spouses at the last pool party and all the comments she had made about the rest of us wives, well, I had had enough of her.

"She told me that Amber had recieved a present from you, a nice little swimsuit, sort of make up present the note inside said. And she liked it so much she went right out and tried it out sunbathing, and fell asleep, and when she woke up, her fanny was all sunburned!"

Despite my predicament, I couldn't quite supress a giggle. It had been a perfect plan, almost, well a good plan anyway.

I had just conviently happened to clip out the labels marking this as a TAN THROUGH suit very carefully. Who'd have guessed the little airhead was going to fall asleep while she tanned, didn't she know that was bad for the skin?

"Amber, space cadet that she is, couldn't figure out what had happened, but luckily for her, Marjorie did. And then she called me. I apologized for your behavior, of course, and I was SO embarrassed!"

WHACK!! Right in that same sore spot!

"So I told her that you would be apologizing also, after the two of us had a little chat. And you'll be happy to know that I also told her that for every day Amber couldn't sit down, you wouldn't be either...."

And that was the last I heard for quite a while. Some people just have no sense of humor.

love,
Angie

Computers in the future, machine/F

A repost of an old story of mine.

In the not so distant future, only 15 years or so, technology has changed drasticaly, impacting on many different areas of peoples lives. And none more so than the computer. The basics had started with the gamers, of course, feedback gloves and controls, to give one the idea that they were actually in the game, fighting, driving, whatever.

But from there, the gloves had progressed to full body suits, which, while they worked, (and were rapidly found to have uses Other than gaming!) were bulky, confining, and expensive. And while the suits were coming down in size, and price, a new revolution took over, making them as obsolete as a CD to an 8 track tape. Sensory chairs.

You simply sat, or melted into them, they conformed to your body, and voila! Whatever you were watching onscreen, your body was there, the sights, the smells, the sensations, it all felt as if it were real.

And so on this morning, hundreds of thousands of women across the world were in for a surprise.

Housewives kissed husbands and girlfriends goodbye for the day, and working women made their way to the office. And all sat down, at some point in their morning to log onto the world net. And then the fun began.

As it had for decades now, spam still existed. And despite decades of warnings, people still opened it. And today was no different.

The message that showed up on the women's holoscreens was almost the same: The persons name, followed by Joke of the day! Click now to get it!

And while many millions deleted it, hundreds of thousands more, accepted it.

And found themselves in what appeared to be a Very masculine study(except those who had girlfriends,they were in a feminine study...) and they were apparently studying the floor most attently, while a Very male voice (or, for those with girlfriends, a Very irate woman ) was scolding them for their recent 'naughty' behavior.

And somehow, each woman's scolding was a bit different, with her detailed 'crime's all being real offenses she had commited! And Then, those hundreds of thousands of women, at home, and at work, found themselves seeming to be turned tummy down across a firm lap, and skirts and dresses, nightgowns and sleepshirts were lifted well up onto their backs, and pants and shorts and jammies were pulled down to their ankles, and all had (except those without....) panties pulled down to their knees.

And then a Hard hand started coming down, over and over and over, and no matter What they did, they Couldn't get away, they Couldn't reach their hands back to protect their poor sore bottoms, they couldn't stop the program or shut off the computer...all they could do was lie there, and take their spankings, their very hard spankings, on their very bare bottoms.

Some small, some full and ripe, but all very red,and very sore.

Oh, and they found they could still cry, and wail and promise and plead, all while their spanker scolded and continued to spank, but NOW switched over to a paddle!

Now the wailing was Very heartfelt, as the paddles ignited Searing fire down there, provoking thoughts of never sitting again, and in offices, coworkers were poking their heads around the corner to see what all the fuss was about...

And then they were on their feet, still bare bottomed, still sobbing, while the spanker, whose face remained hidden yet, finished the scolding.

And then the scene faded, and the holoscreen came back, with a little message : We hope you enjoyed todays joke. If you want, feel free to pass it on to your friends...

And hundreds of thousands of women clicked the send button....

love,
Angie
I always have loved machine spankings, and so hard to find, I had to start writing them myself....

My new fave bumpersticker

... that I saw today.


If you are gonna ride my ass, at least you could pull my hair and spank me!