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Disclaimer: The following story is based on a true story. Yes,
I did take some poetic license here, but who knows what happened
later on that day at Yankee Stadium. I should mention that this
story contains the non-consensual spanking of two teenage girls
by their father.
The Tour
js@smilingwithteeth.com
When I was a child, I remember falling in love with two things:
baseball and spanking. I was a Yankee fan since I was old enough
to throw a whiffle ball. Those were fun days. I wanted to become
a big league player like my idol, Mickey Mantle. I’m old enough
to remember the Mick when he was still in his prime. He would
hit these long tape-measure home runs that would take the breath
away from however many lucky souls were in the park that day to
witness it. I wanted to play big league ball, and was a pretty
good player during my high school days. But, a Mickey Mantle I
was not, and I had to realize that I had no shot at being a big
league player.
I decided to major in English and public speaking. I wasn’t sure
what I’d do with such a degree, but I simply enjoyed talking and
reading off facts. I used to drive my friends crazy by telling
them about every statistic the various ball players had. I memorized
them from reading the back of bubble gum cards. I loved baseball.
I suppose I should also share with you my love for spanking. I
don’t know why I’ve always had this interest, but have it I do.
I remember one night while visiting my Cousins house; I was watching
the Yankee game. They were playing the Washington Senators and
Mickey Mantle was at bat. All of a sudden, I heard my Uncle scolding
my Cousin, his 11-year-old daughter Angela. I didn’t know what
she had done, but I heard her start to yell, “No daddy, please
don’t spank me.” At that point, I forgot all about the poor Mick,
who was stuck in the hole at no balls and two strikes. I ran from
the den and climbed up the stairs to Angela’s room. Yes, they
were in there and all of a sudden, I heard the spanks coming down
across Angela’s backside. There was a pause in the spanking and
once again I heard Angela raise her voice as she screamed, “Daddy,
I want my panties,” but apparently, my Uncle was having none of
that. By the tone of his voice, and Angela’s reaction, those panties
came down, and the spanking continued. I don’t know how long the
licking went on for, but it seemed like forever. I didn’t want
to get caught listening, so I walked quietly back down the stairs
and into the den. As I came back to reality, I saw Phil Rizzuto
on screen talking about the dramatic homerun that Mickey Mantle
had just hit to win the game for the Yankees. I thought to myself,
“Well, I’m sure the Mick really stung that baseball, but I doubt
if he hit it any harder than my Uncle was hitting Angela’s behind.”
After I got my degree, I worked odd jobs here and there, and made
ends meet. One day, a friend of mine who was lucky enough to be
a member of the grounds crew at the Stadium, told me that a position
for a tour guide was opening up. He said that based on my knowledge
of Yankee history (not to mention the history of every other major
league team ever in existence), I should apply for the job. I
took his advice and the rest is history. I’ve been doing the tour
at the Stadium for 25 years now.
This past Sunday, we did our usual noontime tour. This tour was
larger than usual, as there was a tour group there, along with
the people who just bought tickets as individuals. I informed
everyone that we should all stick together, since this was a larger
tour group than was the norm. I started the tour by taking them
to the press box and giving them a brief history of the Yankees
and of Yankee Stadium. Everyone seemed to enjoy sitting where
the press people sat and I encouraged them to take pictures. Our
next stop was going to be the Yankees Club House. I informed the
group that the Clubhouse was the only area where we didn’t’ allow
picture taking. The reason for this was because players could
leave their personal belongings there, and we didn’t want anyone
taking a picture of something that might be personal to that player,
since they sometimes left personal articles in their lockers.
Everyone enjoyed the story of how Bernie Williams had the largest
locker of anyone else. In fact, Bernie has two lockers. I then
looked around and found a Yankees uniform and held it up in front
of me and gave everyone a history lesson on the uniform. Our next
stop was the Yankees dugout.
Again, people enjoyed sitting in the dugout and having that great
view from the playing field. The cameras were once again out,
clicking as people took photos of their friends and loved ones
standing on the Stadium field. It was at this time, that I got
a call from security that someone had stolen two baseballs from
the Clubhouse. I decided to make an announcement when we got to
our next and final stop, Monument Park.
When we all got there, I told the tour goers that during a Stadium
tour, there are surveillance camera’s everywhere and that someone
in the tour group had been caught on tape taking two baseballs
from the Clubhouse. In order to prevent any embarrassment, I said
that “whoever did this, be discreet and return the balls to the
security guard and we will not pursue any other action.” I did
say that if the person or persons who did this did not come forward,
they would be detained upon exiting the Stadium, since we had
them on tape lifting the balls and we knew who they were.
When I looked at the tape, I saw two girls (they were twins),
and not from Minnesota (smile), both wearing a Yankees uniform.
The girls must have been in their late teens, and I waited to
see if they would come forward. Unfortunately, they probably thought
we were bluffing. Now, I realize that stealing a baseball or two
from us is not going to put us out of business, but stealing is
stealing, and I’m not talking about stealing 2nd base.
So, when the girls tried to exit the Stadium, I stopped them.
All of a sudden, a man’s voice says, “Just what do you think you
are doing?” It was the girl’s father. I took all three of them
into a private room and showed them the tape. The father was outraged
that his daughters would do something like that. He made them
give the balls back and then I opened the door and said to him,
“I’m sorry sir, but we can’t have people coming here and stealing
from the Clubhouse.” Their dad nodded his head and said, “No,
don’t open the door yet. Would you mind if I dealt with my daughters
here and now, instead of waiting to get them home?” My heart started
to beat very rapidly in my chest and I said, “Um, no, not at all.”
Both girls were blushing brightly, and my eyes found their way
to the seat of their uniforms, their backsides nice and tight
around them. I still didn’t know what the father was going to
do, but my prayers were answered when he took a folding chair
out from the corner of the room and sat down. He ordered one of
the twins, her name was Lori to come over to him. Lori was crying
now, and begging him not to do it here. “Please daddy, can’t you
take us home first?” Her dad just looked at her and said, “You
got caught here and you shall get punished here. Perhaps next
time you’ll think twice before taking something that doesn’t belong
to you.” With that, her father removed the bottom half of her
uniform, and there she was, just standing there in pretty blue
panties.
He pulled her over his lap and started spanking her with his hand.
He never asked me to leave the room, so I just stood there, transfixed
at this site of a 18 year old teenager, face down over her fathers
lap, having the seat of her panties warmed. Her dad spanked hard,
and with each swat, she cried out for mercy. It was after 30 or
so licks, that he paused. I thought the spanking was over, but
then he placed his fingers in the waistband of her panties. She
cried and pleaded with him to not take them down, but he lowered
them, and her very tight, yet full and firm behind came into view.
Dad then spanked her even harder and faster, and before too long,
she was crying her eyes out. Dad scolded his daughter as his hand
made her behind a bright shade of red. Lori cried and kicked her
legs and really put on a show, but her dad kept her over his lap
and spanked her for what was about 10 minutes. Finally, the girl
broke down and just sobbed, giving up the fight and just taking
what her daddy was dishing out. Right here in Yankee Stadium,
bare bottom justice.
Just as dad was letting Lori up from her spanking and calling
for his other daughter Lisa to come to him, my cell phone rang
and I had to leave the event. Having seen enough, I shut the door
behind me as I exited the room. As I walked down the hallway,
I could hear the sounds of the spanking, with Lisa crying every
bit as hard as her sister did. About 15 minutes later, as I stood
by the exit ramp, a very angry dad emerged from the room with
his two twin daughters, each sporting tear stained red faces,
and from what I’d seen, also sporting very red behinds to boot.
Their Yankee uniforms were back on, and they walked slowly, one
of them still rubbing her bottom. When they approached the exit
ramp, both girls stopped and apologized to me for stealing the
baseballs. I smiled at them and said that all was forgotten, but
I lied: I will never forget that one tour day, one tour out of
a thousand that I have given over the years, where my two great
loves came together: spanking and baseball.
The End
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