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The sun was very strong that afternoon as I opened
the door to my car. The heat outside was only overmatched by the
unbearable discomfort that the interior of my vehicle seemed to thrust
upon me as I made my attempt to slide behind the wheel. They call
that the greenhouse effect, and I suppose that is a very kind way of
putting it. It was July 7, and there was this fine haze in the
sky that warned of possible thundershowers later on that day. The
weather forecast on the weather channel said we could expect the “three
H’s,” today meaning hazy, hot and humid and they were not lying. Have I
mentioned that it was HOT outside? I rolled down the windows of my Volkswagen Jetta and found the AC button. The AC never seemed to come on anymore and even though the AC wasn’t working, for some reason on hot days I always took the time to press the button anyway. Maybe that made things feel cooler in my mind. However, the beads of sweat forming on my forehead reminded me that I wasn’t feeling any cooler. With the windows down, I began the drive to the Mall. I needed to purchase some wood at the Home Depot and I also figured it would be a good time to rummage through the dollar store. It was Saturday and while I would have preferred to stay inside by my lovely AC, I knew that I had to take care of the mall today. I hated to go shopping but I still realized that the longer you wait, the more things you need to buy and the longer you have to spend at the Mall. I thought about waiting for a cooler day, but I figured that might not happen until September, so I put on a pair of shorts, a very light cotton shirt and made my way outside. This shopping trip was really more one of pleasure shopping that shopping for things one needs. I was planning on making a nice new paddle to add to my toy collection. The Home Depot was a great place to find all the raw materials one would need to make someone else’s backside, well, raw!! During the 14 mile highway drive to the Mall, I passed at least three cars that had died on the roadway. Yep, overheating was the order of the day and I’m sure the shadow traffic (yeah, I’d do anything for a lovely shadow to block the sun), people would have plenty to report about. I managed to get to the Mall without my car falling apart and for that I was glad. So what if my AC was not working. At least I wasn’t stuck on the highway waiting for the AAA tow truck to rescue me. Yes, I may have been sweating to death but at least I would soon be inside the store. As I drove in the Mall parking lot, I had this urgency to just get the heck out of the car. The steering wheel was really getting hot and the fan; well it was only blowing warm air. One day I might get it fixed, but today was not that day. I began to look for a spot. The place was really crowded and I thought, what morons would actually have to drive to the Mall today, on such a hot day? I laughed at that rhetorical question. All of a sudden I saw an empty spot. It was right next to this lovely BMW. I parked the car and as quickly as I could I got out. I closed and locked the door after putting on the steering wheel lock. As I turned around, my heart did a quick jump as I heard this loud sound. I suddenly realized it was only a dog barking. I laughed to myself and then made my way into the Depot. I looked around the lumber Dept and found a lovely piece of plywood, which I knew would make for a lovely paddle. I would take the time to craft this toy and lacquer it and hopefully use it the next time I met a lady for playtime. It’s great to be a spanko in the age of the Internet. It was so easy to meet people online and if things worked out, meet them in real time for some good old-fashioned bare bottom fun. I couldn’t help but grin at the thought and I wondered if anyone was realizing they were looking at a man who was having a very pleasant afternoon at his local Home Depot store! I made my purchases and as I stood online to pay, I thought about how scared I had been when I heard that dog bark. I guess when you are not expecting something, even something that normally would not scare you it might scare you if it suddenly happened and you weren’t ready for it. I happen to love dogs and was never scared of a dog in my life. Still, for that one moment while getting out of my car I sure was startled! I left the Home Depot and made my way to the Dollar Store. Yes, they also had some wonderful items one could use to get to the bare seat of the issue with. Wooden spoons and quite a few other nice kitchen utilities. I purchased a wooden spoon and a rubber spatula. I then saw that this month they actually had a huge display of hairbrushes. I’ve spent quite a lot on those and wondered what I could find for a buck, but don’t you just know that they had a lovely wooden hairbrush that had a huge surface area and a nice wide handle. I thought that whoever made that hairbrush did not make it to brush hair with. The dog barked again, but only in my mind. Then, just like that, I had this sick feeling in my stomach. No, it wasn’t the hamburger I had at Burger King earlier in the day. All of a sudden I realized that I didn’t really look closely at the dog in the car and I couldn’t say with any certainty if a window was left open. And even if it were, the interior of that car would be probably well over 120 degrees!! I rushed to the register and quickly paid for my goods and left in a hurry. I ran back to the car as quickly as I could. The two-minute jog left me with another heavy bout of perspiration but I didn’t care. I then saw the BMW, still with the door closed and the window………closed too!!! The dog didn’t make any sound at all, even when I banged on the window. I looked around but didn’t see anyone close by and I didn’t know what to do. I looked at the dog and it was lying down on the back seat, with its tongue out of its mouth. It was suffering, I could tell that for sure. I opened the door to my car and put my stuff inside. Then I sat behind the wheel, took off the lock and began to put my key in the ignition. Then I stopped dead in my tracks. No way. I am not going to drive away and leave that poor animal in that car. I didn’t know how long it would be before the owner came back and by then it might be too late. I reached into my glove box and took out a screwdriver. It had been a long time since I had to break into my own car to get my keys, but I had learned how to do it, just in case. I approached the BMW and the dog looked up at me. It didn’t move much, but its eyes said all that needed to be said. Just as I took the screwdriver to the door, I heard a voice from behind me saying, “HELP, POLICE, THIS GUY IS BREAKING INTO MY CAR!!” I quickly turned and came face to face with the owner of the fine BMW with the poor dying doggie inside. She was a pretty girl, could not have been more than 25 years old and she looked very much like Teri Hatcher from Desperate Housewives. I quickly pointed at the window and she saw her dog inside. “Oh my God!” she yelped as she quickly opened the door. The dog lifted its head and tried to act happy, but you could tell another 10 minutes in that heat would have been the last 10 minutes that animal would spend on this Earth. “I thought I left a window open,” came her lame excuse. The flashing siren of an approaching police car caught my eye. I quickly told her that if she did not tell the officer I wasn’t breaking into her car, I would be forced to tell him about how she left her dog in the car in this heat and more than likely the dog would be taken from her custody. In fact, I assured her I would see to it that it was. She began to cry and begged me not to do that. I said, you tell this cop that I was not breaking into your car and you agree to let me punish you for this gross negligence on your part and I will not say a word to the cop about you almost killing this lovely animal. She nodded in agreement and just as she did, the police officer got out of his car and approached us. She quickly told the cop that she knew me and she overreacted when she first saw someone by her car. The cop seemed satisfied with this explanation and he left us rather quickly. I guess the AC in his car was working and he was looking forward to getting back to it. Once the cop drove away, I looked at her. “I’m Steve.” “I’m Jessica,” she said. I shook her hand and then held on to it for a moment as I looked down at her. “Jessica, you will leave your car here and we will drive back to my place and I will deal with you when we get there. “What are you nuts, how do I know you’re not some kind of crazy?” I informed her that the choice was hers, but that I was serious about the dog. I would not let her get away with being so careless. I also explained to her that I was old enough to be her father, which at age 47 was very true. I actually couldn’t even believe I was brazen enough to speak to a complete stranger like that, but my love for dogs (and spanking) had the words coming out before I really had the chance to stop them. If she had again told me no way, I suppose I would not have pressed the issue. Still, I figured nothing to lose by trying and I was quite pleased when she just looked at me and nodded. The three of us got into my car and took the drive back to my home. Once inside, I got a nice cold bowl of water for the dog. It was a pug and cute as the day is long. I felt so sorry for it, but it was looking better now and I figured within a short while it would be back to normal. Still, Jessica was going to be a very sorry girl for not being more responsible. I told her that I felt she deserved a good sound spanking and that I was going to give her one. She began to blush and when I asked her if she was embarrassed she said YES! I then added that not only was I going to spank her over my knee, I was going to do it bare. Her next words caused me to get an instant erection: “Mom did it that way.” I took a deep breath and for a moment felt thirsty myself. I tried to act calm like this was all about the discipline and while it was, it was also about spanking a sexy young lady. A spanking always seems better when there is a real reason to be giving it. And this was one real reason!! I pulled a chair out from the dinette set and sat down and motioned for Jessica to come to me. She was wearing a very short red skirt and I couldn’t help but say, “I’m going to make your butt as red as this skirt.” I then helped her across my lap. She really had a fine bottom and I gently rubbed and patted the seat of her skirt. After a few minutes, I lifted the skirt out of the way and was greeted by a pair of satin panties. The panties had a gold color to them and hugged her bottom perfectly. As I rubbed the seat of her panties, I began to lecture her about being responsible for her pet and that I was going to make sure this was a lesson she would never forget. I then asked her “When was the last time you got a spanking,” and she replied, “When I was around 17.” I figured I would have to press her for details later on!! I asked her if she was ready and her reply of “yes sir,” sent shivers down my back. I thought this girl is a natural!! My hand connected with the seat of her panties. I spanked her bottom for around 2 minutes, going from right cheek to left, up one side and down the other. I delivered a series of stinging swats directly across the center of her bottom and then another series across her sit spots. Soon she was crying softly and I figured it was time. I placed my fingers in the waistband of her panties and then she cried, “Please Steve, don’t! I’m sorry for what I did!!” Still, I felt she needed to get it bare so she would remember the lesson. OK, and I also wanted to see her cute ass. I am a spanko after all and to me, a spanking is not a spanking unless it’s done on the bare skin. Yep, skirts up and panties down. “Jessica, these panties are going to come down and when I’m done with your bum bum, you will find it very hard to sit down!” With that said, I slowly lowered her panties to mid thigh. She cried hard during this process and I knew she was blushing at both ends now. Without any pomp and circumstance, I reached over to the end table and picked up a hairbrush that had never been used for combing hair. I loved hairbrushes and each brush I owned had its own number along with a brief description of its prowess. I brought the brush down hard across her tender young behind and she yelped loudly. I held her firmly in place and as the brush danced a red-hot dance on her backside, I scolded her for what she had almost done to her dog. Her tears were now falling freely on to my carpet and I enjoyed the sight of her bottom as she kicked her legs wildly. Her entire behind was now beet red and her sobs were uncontrollable. I wanted to keep the spanking going all night, but I knew it was time to bring this one to a close. I wrapped my right leg around hers, and then really peppered her bottom with the brush. She let out a loud scream and I’m surprised my living room window didn’t crack from the decibel level that she reached. I delivered around 30 fast HARD licks to her already swollen rear cheeks and finally, after one of the most deserved spankings I’d ever given, I put the brush down. Jessica stayed over my lap crying her eyes out. I let my hand rub her bare buttocks gently. This was the scene and it had played itself out perfectly. I opened a tube of soothing skin cream and applied it to her well spanked behind. I rubbed the lotion in thoroughly and then after it had dried a bit, I pulled her panties back up. Jessica got up and gingerly sat down on my lap. She gave me a kiss. That was GREAT! Just like you said it would be. She threw the dog at me and I caught it. A cute pug it was. Found the stuffed animal at a Hallmark Card shop. “Listen,” Jessica said, “can I see you again next weekend.” I couldn’t help but laugh and think to myself, “Yes you can. And even the week after that too!!” The End © js@smilingwithteeth.com "Otkforu" not to be reposted without permission |