50/50 OK, HERE IS THE GENERAL WARNING: THIS IS AN ADULT STORY INTENDED
FOR....YOU GUESSED IT....ADULTS. IT IS A WORK OF FICTION. THE
STORY CONTAINS A SPANKING SCENE BETWEEN AN ADULT MALE AND A TEENAGED
FEAMLE OF UNDISCLOSED AGE. IF THIS KIND OF SCENARIO BUGS YOU,
THEN SKIP THIS STORY. IF NOT, THEN I HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY IT.
50-50
By
Otkforu
Rob Gregson looked down at his implements of destruction and smiled
happily. These new toys of his, which by the way he had spent
a small fortune on, were designed to hit harder than anything
he had ever used in the past. Oh sure, he had used other such
"tools" of the trade in the past, with mostly mixed success. And
even though the prior years play time had been enjoyable, he knew
he needed to improve upon his performance, if he ever was going
to be recognized as amongst the best of his trade. Yes, it was
Tuesday evening and that meant only one thing: It was his bowling
night.
Rob was lost in his thoughts, thinking about the upcoming season
and of all the adjustments to his game he had made. He had taken
a few lessons over the summer with the house pro and had also
invested in two new bowling balls as well as a new pair of shoes.
He spared no expense, as one quick glance at his credit card bill
would easily prove. The lanes, which had been previously dark,
came to life as the pins lit up. It was time for practice to begin
and Rob was the first on the lane. He fired the new ball down
the alley and watched as his ball spanked the pins. All ten of
them demolished as the ball easily took them all out. Rob walked
back and smiled to himself. Yes, this was going to be a good season.
Nothing bad is going to happen.
As Rob sat down waiting his next practice shot, he heard a familiar
voice from behind him. It was a cute voice, but one that always
seemed to cost him money. "50-50's" he heard the voice shout.
He tried to ignore it. He didn't turn around. Instead, he remained
stoic on the bench, trying to focus in on the lane conditions
and what he would have to do to be successful on that given night.
Yes, it was the first night of the league. It was time to concentrate
on bowling not on playing a game that he had never one in his
entire life.
Rob had been a league bowler for the past 11 years and he had
never won a 50-50 raffle. The game worked this way: You bought
any number of tickets. You could spend as little as a buck, or
as much as you'd like. Most people who played bought about $2
worth, which were three tickets. The seller would start at one
end of the lanes, and work her way from lane to lane until every
team in the league was asked to buy a ticket. The money went to
help support the league, which was a good thing. But you'd think
that once maybe, Rob would win. Nope, he had a perfect losing
record when it came to 50-50 and he was looking to focus on winning
this year and playing that darn 50-50 thing was not a good way
to do that.
The voice continued to bellow that 50-50 message, so Rob finally
turned around and his glance was returned by Christina, the same
girl who worked the 50-50 game last year. Only this year, Christina
certainly didn't look like she did last year. Rob never asked
how old she was, but whatever age she was now, she certainly looked
more like a woman than a child. She had long blond hair and blue
eyes. She was slim, but not so thin that she looked like a walking
ad for a weight gain program. And Rob couldn't help but notice
her backside. She was wearing tight jeans this evening and her
bottom filled out those jeans nicely. Oh yes, I should mention
that if there was one thing Rob liked even more than bowling,
it was spanking.
"Come on Rob, take a chance. Buy a ticket," Christina whined at
him. Rob was eager to begin his bowling, but at the same time,
he didn't want to let any possible opportunity pass him by. "Christina,
I never win this thing. I' ve been playing it for many years now
and I never come close. Is this game fixed or something?" Christina
giggled and said, "Perhaps if you play each week, you'd win. In
fact, nobody can be that much of a loser. I guarantee that if
you were to play each week, you'd win at least one time, and then
you could stop complaining how you never win. "So come on and
play. Shall I give you $2 worth of tickets, you big spender you?"
Christina laughed at her own sense of humor and awaited Rob's
reply. "OK, since you are so sure, would you like to make a little
bet with me?" Rob asked. "What kind of bet?" "Well, I will play
50-50 each week and if by the end of the year, I have not won
at least one time, you will admit that it was your fault for talking
me into it, OK?" Christina thought for a second and said, "Sure,
I'll admit it was my fault. That is an easy enough bet." "Hold
on now," Rob cautioned the young teenager. "Since it will be agreed
that this was your fault, you will have to take any punishment
that I decide upon, and I can tell you right now that the punishment
will be a spanking, right over my knee, on your bare bottom."
Christina took a step back. "Oh, no way am I going to let you
do that to me" "Gee, " Rob said sarcastically, I thought that
you were so sure I'd win. "I guess you just like to talk but when
it comes to actually making a wager, you run scared. "OK little
girl, run away." Christina thought for a moment and said, "OK
hotshot, what if I win the bet. Then what happens?" "If you win
the bet, then I will give you a tip at the end of the year that
will be the same amount as the money I win. "How does that sound?"
Rob could see Christina swallow hard as she thought about this
carefully. The 50-50 winners sometimes won in excess of $200 and
that would be a nice piece of change to begin the summer months
with. And besides, if Rob played every week (most people didn't)
he would have to win at least once. She really felt that way,
after all, how long can a 50-50 losing streak last for? "OK Rob,
I'll take the bet. "Not even you could play the 50-50 each week,
which would be 36 times and never win even once. "This will be
an easy bet for me to win." Rob bought $2 worth of tickets and
when they read the winning numbers that night, it was one down
and 35 more weeks to go.
Each week Rob bowled pretty well and he always bought his 50-50
tickets. A few times the numbers came very close to what he had,
but his record of never having one that raffle was still intact.
As one week turned to ten and then twenty, he would smile at Christina
each time she came around for the 50-50 and he could tell that
the young lady was beginning to get very nervous. Rob couldn't
believe that he would have ever bought a raffle with the hope
that he would lose. But he really wanted to take Christina over
his lap so he hoped each night that his losing streak could continue
on for just one more year.
Christina approached Rob on the 30th week of the league and asked
him if he wanted to cancel the bet. Rob laughed and said, "Nope.
I have kept up my end of this bet and soon, your end will be up
and over my lap." Rob then suggested an addition to the bet. "How's
about if I up the ante and purchase $5 worth of tickets over the
final six weeks. That will increase my odds of winning even more.
"However, if I do not win, then when I spank you, instead of a
hand spanking, I get to spank you with a hairbrush." Christina
really regretted making this bet, but she figured she needed something
to tilt the odds in her favor, so she agreed. Rob fished out $5
and Christina gave him 10 tickets. He lost that night too.
I suppose I should mention a little something about the actual
bowling that Rob did that year. His average after 35 weeks was
a personal best of 192. His team was vying for first place, which
would mean an additional several thousand dollars of prize money
and yes, he still hadn't won the 50-50 raffle. So, tonight was
week 36, with two major things on the line: First place and a
winning bet which would mean his getting to spank Christina. Rob's
team was in 2nd place and trailed the first place team by only
one point. So, it was a winner take all situation and Rob was
in a great mood and ready to bowl his team to a championship.
Rob finished practice and quickly started off the game with a
turkey, which for those of you who do not know bowling jargon,
is three strikes in a row. Rob was on a roll and his team was
really taking it to the competition. Rob was smiling after his
fourth and fifth shots were also strikes. Then, Rob felt a sudden
ping of somberness as he realized that Christina had not come
to him for the final 50-50 drawing of the year.
He walked around the lanes and looked for her, but couldn't find
her. He saw the president of the league and asked him where Christina
was. "Oh, she said she wouldn't be able to make it tonight. "And
get this, she was supposed to bring the 50-50 tickets over to
my place the other night, so I could run the game tonight, but
she claims to have lost all of the tickets. "It's no big deal
really. It just means we won't get to play the 50-50 thing tonight."
Rob forced a smile and walked back to the lanes. Well, he knew
he had won the bet and he also knew that Christina would be back
at the lanes next weekend, since the summer league would be starting.
He would wait until then for her to pay up on the bet.
Rob was a happy man. His team took first place in the league and
he bowled a personal best 701 series on that last night of the
winter session. So next week he would collect first place prize
money, and then collect the most sough after prize of all: having
Christina's bare bottom over his lap for a very sound hairbrush
spanking. Yes, life could be good.
Rob arrived at the lanes the following week and attended the winter
league awards meeting. He collected prizes for shooting a 700
series, which also included a 279 game. His other award was for
throwing 11 strikes in a row during that game. He saw Christina
sitting at the snack bar and he approached her. "Hello there,
young lady, "he beamed at her. "I guess it's time for us to settle
our bet. "I told you I never win this thing, but you didn't believe
how unlucky I am when it comes to gambling." Christina shrugged
her shoulders at him and with a very smug voice said, "Sorry guy,
but you don't win anything. The bet was for 36 weeks and you only
played 35. "So I guess you'll have to wait until next year. "We
can make the bet again." Rob felt his anger rise. "I'm sorry young
lady, but you weren't here last week. "What happened? "Why didn't
you show up?" Christina laughed. "Because I lost the tickets,
that's why" Rob glared at the young lady and said, "You lost the
bet fair and square and tonight you will make good on that bet."
Christina didn't say a word. She simply got up and walked away.
Rob decided to settle the bet tonight, with or without her consent.
After a few hours, people started leaving the lanes. Rob kept
his eyes on Christina as she worked the snack bar and also took
50-50 raffles to another league, which had just completed its
play for the evening. There was only a handful of people left,
when Rob decided it was time for him to act. Christina had just
come out of the ladies room, which was just adjacent to the playroom.
The playroom was a large room where you could rent it out for
birthday parties. Many parents did just that. When you closed
the door, no sounds could be heard coming from within that room.
It was the perfect room for Rob to teach Christina a lesson about
trying to welch out on a bet.
As Christina emerged from the ladies room, Rob was waiting for
her. He grabbed her by the wrist and took her into the playroom.
He closed the door behind them. "What are you doing, get off of
me!" the suddenly distraught teenager cried. "I'm sorry,' Rob
said, 'but we made a bet and you are not going to weasel your
way out of it. "If you had simply told me you couldn't go through
with it, instead of trying to use deception to get out of it,
I would have let you off the hook. "But like most teens, you thought
you were smart enough to pull one over on an adult and now you
are going to learn that you were not mart enough when it came
to this adult." Rob dragged Christina over to a straight back
chair and he seated himself. In an instant, Christina was pulled
over his lap and he lifted her very short skirt, which Rob was
glad to see she had decided to wear that night. Her pretty pink
panties came into view and Rob began to rub them gently with his
hand. He lectured the pretty teenager about the importance of
honoring bets that you make and of being honest and not trying
to use deception to get your way. Rob had a hard on.
He recalled the first time he had laid eyes on Christina. She
was a skinny little thing, with a very flat chest and an Ethiopian
behind. She had sure grown up in a hurry and now Rob was going
to help her to grow up even more. This girl had actually earned
this spanking, and that made it even more enjoyable for Rob to
administer the punishment. Yes, he knew he was taking a risk in
doing this, but for whatever reason, he decided to go through
with it. He brought his right hand down across her panty-clad
behind. It landed with a loud SMACK! and Christina cried out.
Rob spanked her pretty hard and she began to kick her legs back
and forth. Rob gave her about 20 swats on each cheek and then
placed his fingers into the waistband of her panties. Well, Christina
acted like a girl who was not all that new to a spanking. She
begged and pleaded with him to not lower her panties. She cried
and even said, "Please don't take them down. I hate it when my
mother does it to me. Please!!" Rob's dick was so hard it actually
hurt. He had this image of Christina over her mothers lap, crying
hard as her mother applied a solid hairbrush to the girl's bare
ass. Rob ignored her pleas and took down her panties.
Christina's ass was even more impressive bare than it was when
housed in tight jeans. Both cheeks were firm and tight and her
bottom had that nice and round girlish quality to it. The hand
spanking over her panties had left her bottom globes a nice shade
of pink. Rob picked up the hairbrush and rested it on her backside.
Christina was sobbing softly as she looked back at Rob. "I'm sorry.
Please, no more. I've learned my lesson." Rob rubbed and patted
the cute teenagers behind as he listened to her pleas for mercy.
It was funny how a spanking can change a young ladies attitude
so quickly, Rob thought to himself. Why just a few hours ago,
she was snippy and walking away from me, and now, she is over
my lap and speaking to me with the same respect that one would
use to address a parent. Yes, this was going even better than
he could have expected.
Rob's tone took on a more parental nature as he reminded Christina
why she was being punished. It was amazing that this young lady
was actually accepting her discipline rather than trying to worm
her way out of it. Rob was going to make sure that she remembered
this little lesson for a long time. As he rubbed her butt, he
couldn't help but carefully rub in such a way that he was able
to spread her cheeks apart. He was greeted with a wonderful view
of her very tight anus. He also saw that sweet pink pussy too.
Rob decided to keep this spanking as "all business," and he brought
the hairbrush down across her bottom cheeks. Christina screamed
loudly with each blow that landed. Rob spanked her fast and hard
and it didn't take too long until the young lady was simply crying
her eyes out. Her body went limp over his lap and Rob knew that
after a few more licks with the brush, it would be time to bring
this spanking (which he had waited 37 weeks to give her) to a
close.
He kept the crying teenager over his lap and gently rubbed her
bottom. He ran a finger up and down her ass crack, while speaking
in gentle and soothing tones to her. He reminded her that a bet
is a matter of honor and you do not try to go back on a bet. If
you have to, you speak to the person and see if they would agree
to different terms, but you never use deceit as she did to try
and get out of paying up. It was a lesson that Christina had learned
the hard way.
Rob pulled up Christina's panties and pulled her skirt down over
them. He let her off his lap and was surprised that the young
lady immediately began to hug him. Yes, this girl definitely had
been spanked in the past. They both slowly walked out of the playroom.
It was a room that would forever look different to the both of
them.
The End
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