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This is a story that I've had cooking around upstairs (actually,
downstairs) for a while. I'm going to tell it like its r/l but its
not....then again it might have been.

The Souvenier Shop

I've always been drawn to those souvenier and novelty shops. You know
the kind. They can be found in any tourist area. They sell absolute
crap--coffee cups, wooden plaques, Indian moccasins(genuine...right),
postcards with lots of potty humor on them, etc. But what really draws me
to these places are the paddles. These things are small and medium sized
wooden paddles that are made for one purpose only: spanking. You know this
because it says so right on the paddle. "Board of Education" says one with
a picture of a boy and girl bending over grabbing their ankles. Another
proudly proclaims: "for the cute l'il dear with the bare behind"---whew!
bare behind yet! Others I've seen say "Heat for the Seat", "Attitude
Adjuster", "Texas Tailblazer" (naturally, the Texas one is bigger than the

Who buys these things? Inquiring minds want to know! Is it frazzeled
parents on vacation with whining kids in the back seat ( "you see what your
dad just bought? another word out of either of you and we use it right
now!") Or could it be honeymoon couples? ( "Sue Ellen, you promised to
love honor and obey, an' iff'n you dont, I got just the thing here for that
cute behind of yours.")angry wife, perhaps? ("Harry, the next time you
sneak off to go fishin' I'm going to warm your fanny with this!")

I had always been fascinated by spanking. Although I wasn't raised in a
spanking household(with a few notable exceptions), lots of my friends were,
and I revelled in their tales of spankings and whippings--the gritty
details of who got it, and why, and how it got dished out. What did he/she
use? a belt? a switch? did you have to take down your pants? how many
licks? Wow, you mean Cathy got it on the bare? and you saw it? I'd hear
stuff like: "Mrs Jones made the whole 6th grade line up and bend over and
she went down the line and paddled everybody one at a time--you shoulda
heard everybody bawlin'--she paddles hard!"

So by the time I was in my teens spanking was fully engrained in my
psyche as a highly erotic thing. I had even spanked a few
girlfriends--just horsing around, you know, but it always gave me such a
woody. I would see John Wayne spank some starlet in a tv movie and go
around hard for days. I think some of my girlfriends actually liked it
because afterwards the petting got hotter.

One of my first jobs (at age 23) had me travelling by car in the South.
I had to travel a lot of back roads to small towns that weren't on the
interstate. As I said, these souvenier shops are all over any place where
there is any kind of tourist attraction. In rural Northern Alabama there
are some mountains and there are caves--thus there is maw an' paw in the
station wagon with the kids, there are motels and cottages for
honeymooners, and..... there are souvenier shops.

On this particular afternoon I was done for the day looking for a motel,
but it was early, so I was also killing time. I had noticed one of those
shops coming up on the highway and decided to check it out. It was a
pretty big one, all wood ( a log cabin type) with a wide wooden porch. I
was the only car in the parking lot. It was hot and it was the middle of
the week so I guess that explains why it seemed to be a slow day.

I walked in and looked around. At first there seemed to be no one
there, but then a voice from the back told me to come on in. The owner of
the cheery voice was a very attractive woman of about 35 or so with dark
hair and blue eyes. She was wearing tight white shorts and a denim shirt that had been tied at the midriff to make it a halter top. She was about
5'8" and had long athletic looking legs, a slim waist and a firm high-set
pair of breasts that strained against the confines of her top. To my young eyes she was (for an "older" woman) quite a dish.

She smiled and asked me if I was looking for anything in particular and
I said "no". She told me to browse all I wanted, but to holler if I needed
help. As I said thanks and she turned to walk away, my eyes were drawn to
her full, round bottom encased in the cotton shorts. The cut of her
panties was clearly visible through the thin material, and her rear cheeks
gave a sexy little wiggle as she walked.

I browsed around looking here and there and finally spotted the paddles
wedged in next to the cedar "home sweet home" plaques and the corncob
pipes. There were a lot of them! There were all the types I had seen
before and many I hadn't. I never had actually bought one of these things,
but for some reason that afternoon I decided to do just that. I was busy
examining all the different texts on the paddles when I heard that voice
behind me again. She startled me and I jumped . She laughed and
apologized and then asked me if I liked the toy paddles. Yes, I said, and
I was thinking of getting one for my girlfriend. She giggled and asked if
it was for me to use on her or the other way around. I said it was
certainly for me to use on her as she had a good spanking coming for being
rude and making me wait too long when I picked her up for a date . Well,
she said, have you ever used one? I admitted I hadn't. Then you don't
know what one feels like, do you, she said. You know you don't want to
hurt her, you just want to make a point, and you look like such a nice
young man, I'd hate to see you ruin things with your girl.

I said of course not, she just needs a good lesson.(I wanted to sound
manly and in control. As you might expect I had no such girlfriend.) "Well
you know", she said, "these things can really hurt". She told me that she
sometimes spanked her 11 year old son and her 13 year old daughter with the
"heat for the seat" paddle, a little board about 10" long and about 1/4"
thick--made of cedar.In fact the daughter had been spanked not 10 days ago.

I replied that it didn't look like it would hurt much over jeans or
whatever she was wearing at the time. "By the way", I said , "What was she
wearing"? Now my interest was really piqued. I wanted to know what she
did and how she did it. She replied that the naughty girl in question was
barebottomed over her knee at the time and that the paddle had done quite
an efficient job of instilling some respect for parental authority.

She cocked her head and added with a sly smile:

"You sure seem interested in spankings, young man" she said, with a
chuckle, "and by the way, my name's Joanne."

"Yes ma'am....I guess...but I really do want one of these for my
girlfriend", I said, now blushing with embarassment."And my name is Ken".

She laughed, " OK...OK., Ken...but, I really recommend a trial before
you buy one. You have to know how to use it or you will end up either
hurting her or not getting the message across. You need to have a paddle
that you can put some force behind, but not bruise her bottom. Are you
going to let her keep her skirt down? or perhaps skirt up so you spank her
panties? or are you going to be a wicked boy and take her panties down?
Will she bend over and hold her knees like she did in her sorority days or
are you going to haul her over your knee? All these things are important."

I admitted I hadn't thought that far ahead.

She stood there thinking for a minute, and told me to wait there. Then
I saw her go to the front of the store and lock the door. She flipped
around the "closed" sign in the window, and came back, telling me that now
we wouldn't be disturbed. Then she motioned for me to follow her...and to
bring whichever paddles I was interested in. I followed her to the back of
the store where there was a door leading to a back room. She opened the
door explaining that this was a storeroom for the shop that incidentally
doubled as the "woodshed" whenever parental discipline was to be meted out.
The room had lots of boxes stacked along the walls but there was also a
sturdy-looking armless chair and a low table in the middle of the room.
Although I was in the dark as to exactly what she had in mind, I was
excited about being in that secluded room with this sexy -looking woman and
a selection of toy paddles.

She took the paddles and put them on the table except for a rather large
one which she swished through the air a couple of times. She explained
that this one (a "Texas Tailblazer") was a sorority-type paddle and should
be used with the recipient bending over with hands on knees. "Go ahead",
she said, "bend over". I was dumbfounded. She was proposing to try this
out on me! I hesitated. She asked if I didn't want to know what it felt
like since I might be using it on my "girlfriend". Being as excited as I
was, I said ok, and assumed the position, slightly bent over, my hands on
my knees. My slacks were stretched pretty tight across my tush, because
when she delivered that first crack! it sounded like a pistol shot. Four
more times in the space of about 20 seconds she smacked me with that
paddle. It stung a bit but also felt good--a warm tingle started to
develop. I told her that it didn't hurt that much. She smiled and gave me
5 more. Now things were starting to get warm back there and on the last
one I stood up and rubbed. She asked if I'd had enough and I said I had.
She then handed the paddle to me and bent over, saying I should now give
her 10 swats, just as hard.

I was stunned! This gorgeous woman was asking me to paddle her! As I
stood there speechless, she said that I needed to actually use it myself
now that I knew what it felt like. I will never forget that luscious sight
of her round bottom straining against those tight thin shorts as she bent
over. I drew my arm back and smacked the paddle flat against her rear,
spanking both cheeks with a loud crack! She yelped, gave a sexy little
wiggle, and told me to smack her again, this time with a bit more
authority. For the next couple of minutes I set about to paddle her pretty
derriere with solid spanks that echoed around the room. She uttered a
little "ouch" at each one and stood up after about the 15th one, rubbing
her buttocks.

She asked me if I liked that style of paddle, and I said it was ok but
that maybe something more intimate would be better. She agreed and picked
up the "heat-for -the -seat" paddle. It was about 10" long and 3" wide.

"I don't think you will feel this much over your pants, Ken. Maybe you
should take them off", she said with a meaningful look.

I kind of gulped, but nodded OK, and slipped my pants off. This game
was definitely getting serious and the was a lust-charged tension in the
room. Now I was just in my jockey shorts and a knit shirt. Joanne sat
down in the chair and motioned me toward her. She said that if it was
intimacy I wanted, I should place my girlfriend across my lap for her
spanking. She was proposing to show me what that felt like. I felt
incredibly aroused and saw Joanne's eyes drop to the front of my underpants
where a distinct bulge was showing. She gave me a knowing smile and patted
her thighs. My hardon got even harder when she said:

"Come on Ken, you bad boy, get over momma's knee. You are going to get
a goooood old fashioned spanking."

I eased myself across her lap. I could feel my penis wedged in between
her legs and growing by the minute. I must have looked a sight! My shirt fell forward leaving me bare except for my cotton encased bottom perched
over her right thigh .Only my toes and fingers touched the floor. With my
white socks still on I must have looked like her 11 year old upended over
his mother's lap for some stern "bottom justice".

She asked me if I was ready. When I said I was, she patted my bottom
with the paddle a few times and then brought it down with a loud crack! It
stung. She smacked it down once again across both rear cheeks. That stung
too. AS she fell into a steady cadence, smacking the little paddle across
my bottom, I began to feel a burning sensation that was getting hotter all
the time. I was determined not to cry out, but I did begin to wriggle
across her lap in a vain attempt to ease the stinging heat imparted by the
paddle. I was hissing through my teeth as that paddle went crack! Crack!
Smack! against my fanny which I guessed was now getting red. Crack!
Smack! Crack! Smack! Joanne sure knew how to spank!

"What do you think (crack!) Ken? Is (crack!) your bottom getting warm?
Crack! Spank! Smack!"

"Oooh…yes , Joanne I think that (crack!…ouch) this one does a very good
(crack!..owww!) er…..job."

After a few more whacks , Joanne said:

"We have to try one more thing Ken. You can't really know what a
spanking with a paddle feels like until you feel it on the bare skin."

with that she grabbed my right hand yanking it into the small of my back
so I couldn't move. She laid the paddle on my back and inserted her
fingers into the waistband of my shorts. Before my brain could even
register what was happening, she tugged my underpants down to my knees
baring my bottom.

"There!" she said. "Now you look like a naughty lad ready for a real
spanking. Ken, its been my experience that spankings are not really
effective unless they are given on the bare bottom. I must say, you look
cute with your bare tushy upended over my knee, but get ready because I'm
going to show you what a sound…..and I mean sound...… bare fanny tanning is
all about!"

Crack! Whack! Crack! Smack! Smack! Crack!

She started smacking my bare cheeks with a rapid fire delivery that
stung so much that it left me momentarily breathless. Then I started to
yelp. The fiery sting from that paddle was 10 times worse on the bare! I
could only squirm and blubber desperate pleas for her to stop. But she
would not stop. She just kept right on cracking that paddle down right on
the fleshiest part of my seat.

"Now I guess you know what a real bad boy spanking is like." Crack!
Spank! Crack!" I think all boys could use a bare fanny spanking from time
to time." Crack! Smack!

She kept on spanking like she was in a trance, oblivious to my distress,
but I had reached the end of my tolerance.


Abruptly the spanking stopped and there was silence. I squirmed off her
lap and jumped to my feet hissing through my teeth and furiously rubbing my
buttocks, oblivious to the fact that my engorged penis was bobbing up and
down in front of her face.

"My God, Joanne, that really hurt! What did you think you were doing?!"

As if it had suddenly dawned on her, Joanne's hands flew to her mouth
and she dropped the paddle with a loud clatter."Oh my God, Ken, I'm so
sorry. Please, please forgive me, I just got carried away."

I allowed as how she damn well did get carried away, and finally
mustered enough composure to pull up my pants. Then she shocked me again.

Handing me the paddle she said:

"I'm dreadfully sorry Ken. Please take this paddle. There is something
I want you to do. Can you sit?"

I nodded and sat down, wincing as my inflamed rear end made contact with
the seat. Joanne fumbled with a zipper on her shorts and then to my
astonishment, pulled them off leaving her in sheer nylon panties and her
halter top. She proceeded to undo her shirt revealing a firm pair of
breasts in a skimpy bra. Clad now in just bra and panties she walked to my
right side. I gripped the paddle and gazed into her eyes.

"Ken, I was awful to you. For that you must put me across your knee,
pull down my panties and spank me real hard. Use that paddle and spank
until my bottom is good and red."

Before I could answer, she lowered herself over my lap and gripped the
rungs of the chair.

"Go ahead, take my panties down, Ken"

I transferred the paddle to my left hand, inserted my fingers of my
right into the elastic of her panties, and pulled her panties down to her

Her bottom was round and full, a gorgeous pair of alabaster globes that
jiggled slightly as I shifted to perch her over my right thigh. She pushed
on the floor with her toes arching her buttocks in anticipation of the

Smack! her bottom jiggled. Smack! the paddle left a hot pink band on
the skin. Smack! right across both cheeks. Smack! Crack! Smack! I
started spanking in earnest, bringing the little paddle down in a snapping
motion with my wrists. Joanne began to yelp, but I kept up a steady tatoo
of spanks. With each spank, her rear cheeks would flatten, then bounce
back into shape with a little wobble each time.

"Ooh, Ken, thats it-- spank me harder", she said, now arching her fanny
up in time with the rhythym of my smacks. For the next few minutes the
room rang with the sharp retort of the "heat-for-the-seat" paddle against
her bare quivering bottom globes. Her buns were really getting red and I
decided to finish with a rapid volley. As I cracked the paddle down in a
fast flurry of solid spanks, she squealed and wiggled, humping up and down
on my legs. Finally I slowed down and with a last few solid whacks, I

I noticed she was sobbing quietly so I put the paddle down and began to
rub her bottom to ease the sting. My fingers found her slit which was wet
and slippery. Joanne moaned as I began to rub her there. She slid from my
lap and knelt in front of me between my legs. I stared in shocked silence
as she pulled my cock out of my shorts and placed it in her warm soft
mouth. The sensation imparted by her lips as she bobbed her head up and
down was one of pure hot pleasure. She alternately swirled her tongue
around my penis and slurped with her lips gliding over my hard shaft. When
I could stand no more I pulled her to her feet. She turned her back and
putting her hands flat on the low table, parted her legs and arched her
rear. I entered her from behind and pistoned in and out of her hot sheath,
my belly smacking her well reddened cheeks. I held out as long as I could
but she soon climaxed with a shudder, triggering my own orgasm.

When we recovered she explained that her husband had died two years
previously, leaving her the store. The kids were at camp. She was alone.

We had quite a weekend. I never did find a motel, there was no need. I
did test out a few more paddles as well as a couple of straps and a switch
(an old Southern specialty). It seems she had been "on the boil" for a
while, having sorely missed the attentions of her late husband and his firm

I left, vowing to return. As luck would have it, I did not get back
until that fall. Imagine my disappointment when I saw the sign
outside--"UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT". She had left no forwarding address, but
the new owners said something about family in the midwest.

So, Joanne, if you're out there now....I'm waiting (she'd be sixty but,
you know, I don't care).


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