Juan Lopez was surprised by the number of women who had asked him for a
spanking since they saw, or heard, about him spanking his tenant,
Belinda, for playing her music was too loudly in the middle of the
night. There was Wendy Wilson, a short woman, barely five feet tall,
with dark brown hair that flowed like a chocolate waterfall all of the
way down to her big bottom. She confessed to Juan that she had spent way
too much money on Christmas gifts this year. Her husband was unhappy
about that and would had spanked her, but he was going to be out of town
on a business trip for the rest of the month. When she told her
husband, Mark, about the night she saw Juan spank Belinda, and how well
he had blistered her bottom, Mark asked Wendy to ask Juan if he could do
him a favor. The favor? To spank Wendy with her own paddle. A small
paddle, the size of a ping pong paddle, but heavier, with Wendy’s name
painted on it. Mark wanted Juan to blast her butt with that a hundred
times, fifty per butt cheek. Juan agreed to do that, and by the time he
was finished, Wendy’s ample ass was burgundy, her “sit spots” swollen
and purple. After sending Mark photographic proof of Juan’s handiwork,
Mark ordered her to go stand in the corner, and thanked Juan for a job
well done. Glancing up to see Wendy standing in the corner, hands on her
head, Juan had to admit, her badly blistered bottom certainly did look
well done.
Then there was the Thompson twins in Apartment 213, two beautiful
raven haired girls with big blue eyes and bubble butts. They were two
months behind in their rent. Juan hated to do it, but he told them he
was going to have to serve them with an eviction notice. They had begged
him to let them stay, that they had a check coming soon from their
insurance company and would pay him as soon as they got it. Toni
Thompson added, if he let them stay, he could spank them both for being
late with the rent. Joanie Thompson HATED that idea, but Toni finally
convinced her to accept a spanking, too. Juan gave them both bare bottom
spankings across his lap. Toni went first to show Joanie it wouldn’t be
as bad as she thought it would be. Unfortunately for Toni, she was
wrong about that, it was much MUCH worse than she expected. She howled
and cried and pleaded for mercy the entire time she was across Juan’s
lap. Joanie watched, horrified , as her sister’s ass turned redder and
redder, but she actually took her spanking better than Toni, with barely
a whimper. When Juan left the two girls, they were standing in front of
a full length mirror, trying to determine who’s ass was the reddest.
Dreama Bennett, the woman who had started
Juan on his spanking spree, by suggesting he should spank Belinda, was
currently across his lap, for the third time. He was spanking Dreama,
because … well, just because she liked to be spanked. He gave her ass a
gentle caress, It was as pink as bubblegum and warm to the touch. But
before Juan was done, it would be crimson and as hot as a blast oven.
That’s how Dreama liked it. He sent a sizzling slap into Dreama’s left
cheek, causing her to yelp, “YOW! That one REALLY stung! You know, Juan,
I was thinking … OW! … that night you spanked Belinda … OUCH! … after
she closed the door to her apartment …. DAMN, you’re spanking HARD
tonight … it sounded like you whipped her with a belt …. OWIE! …. did
you?”
As he continued to pepper Dreama’s plump posterior, Juan replied, “No,
that was Officer O’Hara. She gave Belinda a choice, let Mary spank
her, or be arrested on a noise complaint. Mary told me she sometimes
offers first time offenders that same choice. I feel sorry for any girl
that chooses that option. Mary really tore Belinda’s ass up with that
belt. She was merciless.”
By this point, Dreama’s entire backside was bright red and smoking.
Juan gave her one final fiery swat, and told her to get up. Dreama flew
off of his lap, and began to hop up and down, her hands furiously
rubbing her red hot rear, while moaning, “OHHHHHHH, you really sat my
ass on FIRE that time! Thank you, Juan.”
Later that night, while gingerly sitting on a stack of pillows, eating
her dinner, Dreama began to think about what Juan had told her about
Officer Mary O’Hara. She imagined she was standing before her, her
bottom bare, as Mary slowly pulled her belt from her pants. Mary’s ice
blue eyes twinkling, as she says with a sadistic smile, “Bend over,
Dreama.”
Once in bed, while sleeping on her stomach, Dreama dreams Officer
O’Hara has stopped her speeding down a country road. Taking Dreama by
her hand she leads her into a nearby wooded area. Sitting on a bench in
the woods, Mary takes Dreama across her lap, and sets Dreama’s bare buns
ablaze. Then, Dreama watches, trembling, as Mary cuts some switches.
Bent across the back of the bench, Mary tans Dreama’s hide, covering her
entire backside with fiery red welts. Dreama wakes up in a sweat, and
reaches back to tenderly caress her bare bottom, expecting it to be
covered in stinging welts. And disappointed to discover, it was only a
dream.
END OF PART ONE
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