A Dusting To An Inch Jim put the car in reverse once again, and then back into drive,
as he let the car rock back and forth on the snow-covered street.
The snow was coming down harder now, and with the winds howling,
it was difficult to even see across the street. Jim glanced at
his fuel gage and it told him that he was now operating his car
on fumes of gas, as opposed to gallons. The inside of the car
was warm enough, but it wouldn’t take long for that to change
once he shut off the engine. Jim had been playing this game against
the snow for close to an hour now and he realized that it was
time to cut his loses. He shut off the engine and got out his
phone and dialed triple A. He knew it would cost him plenty to
get towed to the AAA station nearest his home, however, since
he was closer to his girlfriends house, he asked them to tow the
car to whichever station was closest to that address. Jim was not a happy camper. Why did he listen to his girlfriend?
He should have gone with the weather forecasts that called for
a huge snowfall. Instead, he listened to Sharon when she proclaimed
the snowfall wouldn’t amount to more than a "dusting to an inch."
Now Sharon not only told this to Jim, but she also told this to
many other people. You see, Sharon worked as a forecaster for
the Weather Channel. Jim imagined that quite a few other people
were in the same boat as he was, confident that Sharon would get
the forecast right. Jim’s feet were now getting cold as the frigid
outside air was beginning to penetrate through the car doors.
Jim sat there for an hour, waiting for the AAA tow truck to arrive.
Jim figured that his wait would be longer than usual, as many
of Sharon’s "victims," must have been waiting for a tow truck
too. Finally, after a two- hour wait, the tow truck pulled up. It took
another 30 minutes until they could free Jim’s car from the three-
foot snow- drift he had driven into. They made their way over
to the AAA Station and Jim was just relieved to have his car in
a safe place, so he wouldn’t have to worry about it for the duration
of the storm, which according to the latest forecasts (or should
I say, revised forecast) from the Weather Channel wouldn’t arrive
for another 24 hours. Jim pulled his coat hood over his head and began to walk toward
Sharon’s apartment building. She wasn’t expecting him and he was
not about to call her first. Jim had made his own forecast for
Sharon, and in spite of the artic cold front that had a grip on
the entire area, this forecast was for intense heat, followed
by a torrent of tears. Jim put his gloves on and continued to
walk. The snow was now horizontal and it was hitting him right
in the face. Every so often, the winds got so intense, that Jim
couldn’t see where he was walking. He had to stop and wait for
the white out condition to pass, before he felt confident enough
to continue his trek. "Dusting to an inch, my ass!" he thought.
Jim finally arrived at Sharon’s building and walked into the lobby
area. "Jim, what brings you out on an evening like this?" the
doorman asked. "Don’t ask Mike. "Don’t buzz Sharon and announce
that I’m here. "I want this to be a nice little surprise for her."
Jim had this strange grin on his face, and since Mike new Jim
and Sharon for years, he didn’t feel he had to announce Jim if
Jim had requested otherwise. In fact, Mike thought that it was
sweet that Jim would come over during a blizzard so he could spend
time with Sharon. "Ah, to be in love," he thought to himself.
Jim got into the elevator and pressed 11. Sharon lived on the
11th floor. She had a very lovely one- bedroom coop apartment. The
rooms were very spacious and Sharon was very happy there. The
elevator stopped on the 1st floor, which was the floor that had some professional services
(dentist and physician) as well as the laundry room. One of Sharon’s
friends, Lisa, was doing her laundry and she pushed her shopping
cart full of freshly washed garments on to the elevator. "Hi Jim.
"Can you believe Sharon called for a dusting to an inch?" Jim
forced a smile. Lisa continued, "Good thing I listened to everyone
else’s forecast and not Sharon’s. I’d imagine most people did
likewise." Jim managed to force another smile. "Yeah, good thing
most people did." The elevator stopped on 11 and Jim told Lisa
to take care as he exited the elevator. He walked toward Sharon’s
apartment. He arrived at her door and took a deep breath, and then he rang
the doorbell. It took a few moments, but finally Sharon came to
the door. "Who is it?" she asked. "It’s Jim." The door swung open
and Sharon was standing there wearing a T-shirt and panties. Jim
took off his boots and walked into the apartment. "Jim, what are
you doing here? "Why did you go out tonight? "It’s simply awful
out there." Jim took a deep breath. "Well, I was stranded in my
car for a few hours after I drove it into a snow drift that was
the size of King Kong. "You see, I listened to the weather forecast
and the weather lady told me the storm was only going to be a
dusting to an inch." Sharon then made a mistake. She began to
laugh. "Jim, don’t you know that weather forecasts change. You
should have listened to us later on that night, when we changed
the forecast." Jim took Sharon by the hand and informed her, "Young
lady, I’m about to change your forecast." Sharon immediately knew
what that meant. "Jim, please, don’t give me a spanking. "I really
thought this storm was going to fizzle out." "Sharon, you know
what I think? "I think you were hoping to be the lone meteorologist
who called the storm correctly. "You figured what the heck, everyone
else is calling for a huge snowfall, so if they happen to be wrong,
you’d come out looking like a genius. "Sharon, you have a responsibility
to forecast what you think will happen, and based on everything
I see now, I doubt that is what you did." "Jim, I’m sorry. Please,
it hurts so much when you spank me. "I’m sorry, really I am."
Jim continued to lead Sharon to the bedroom. "Sorry will not solve
the problem. "Only a good sound spanking will." Once they arrived in Sharon’s room, Jim pulled out Sharon’s desk
chair. "Sharon, go to the dresser and bring me the hairbrush."
Jim left a special hairbrush there and it was never to be used
on hair. Sharon began to pout and a few tears welled up on her
eyes. "Please baby, don’t use the hairbrush. "Please, just your
hand, OK?" Jim took another deep breath and in a very ominous
tone, he said, "Sharon, bring me the brush now, or else you’ll
be one very sorry lady." Sharon did as she was told. She brought
the hairbrush over to Jim. Jim sat down on Sharon’s desk chair and pulled her over his lap.
He placed his fingers in the waistband of her panties and began
to tug them down. Sharon began to strongly protest this treatment.
"Jim, NO!!! "Please, I’m sorry. Not on the bare, Jim, please,
not on the bare!" Jim didn’t listen. It took only a few seconds
for him to work Sharon’s panties down low enough to expose the
naughty weather ladies spank spot. "You are going to learn a very
painful but necessary lesson today. "You will NEVER put out such
an inaccurate forecast again." Jim smiled to himself as he thought
about how many people at one time or another would have loved
to have spanked the local weather person when they blew a forecast.
He brought the hairbrush down on Sharon’s unprotected backside.
Sharon screamed as the brush exploded on to her tender behind.
Jim spanked her very HARD and fast He would spank up her right
cheek and then down her left. He would pay extra attention to
her twin sit spots and even let the brush visit her thighs. Yes,
Jim was going to teach her a lesson she would not be soon likely
to forget. Sharon’s legs went up and down as her tears fell to
the carpet below. Her naughty young behind was turning an angry
shade of red and her crying was becoming more urgent. At first,
she was able to beg Jim to stop, but soon she could not put together
any words, as her voice was reduced to sobbing and yelping. It
would not be inaccurate to say that Jim was giving Sharon the
spanking of her life. Finally, after giving the naughty young lady over 100 licks with
the hairbrush, Jim set it aside and let Sharon continue to cry
as he kept her over his lap. After about five minutes of non-stop
sobbing, Sharon regained her composure and Jim let her off his
lap. "Sharon, bring me a nice hunk of ginger root. "I think if
I whittle a nice piece of it and insert it into your naughty bummy
hole, you will really learn your lesson." Sharon knew better than
to argue. She walked toward the kitchen to retrieve the ginger
root. Jim’s voice followed her. "And I think a good butt fucking
afterward is also in order." Sharon opened the door to the refrigerator
and smiled, although her eyes were still moist with tears. Jim
sat down on the bed and turned on the Weather Channel. The weather
lady who was on this shift said the storm wouldn’t be ending until
morning. Jim would be stuck there all day and night. Jim smiled
too. The End
by Otkforu
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