Posted by Ripper X on August 15, 2003 at 00:37:18:
Hey Gentle Reader!
WOW A huge black out on the East Coast, HEY! I've got an idea! Lets talk bad about them while they can't be here! It'll be fun! Besides, Who's gonna know?
I heard that all of them sleep with their siblings, and that they brush their buttholes with Aquafresh. Did you know that all of them East Coastiners finger paint with their own shit, I seen them doing it, all of the houses are painted with shit and that's all they do all day, they don't work or nothin. Plus all of the women look like trolls, and all of the men smell like French hookers! IT'S ALL TRUE TOO!!!!
And something else that's true is that this story isn't snuff but it IS a story that stars a Texas Hellcat who works at a little Gas Station and in her free time, writes Romance Novels! This has to be a true story, it just has to be!
Enjoy!
-RIP
There weren't a lot of places for a girl to work in a town as small as Buchanan, Texas. There were even fewer places when that girl had been known as kind of a smart-mouthed brat, and had been exercising her sharp tongue on every boy in school from the time she'd turned ten.
Zoe had always been something of a tomboy, and had never really learned to curb her tongue. Boys, after all, were pretty stupid, and crude, and ignorant, as a rule, and she didn't see any reason why she should hide her opinions of them.
She kept her blonde hair cut short too, in a kind of pageboy cut. Combined with the baggy, boyish clothes she generally wore, a lot of people wondered if she might be more interested in girls than boys. She wasn't really all that interested in either, but that didn't stop the talk.
Without a lot of choices Zoe went to work at Phil's garage on the edge of town right after graduating high school.
It was a good sized place, with three bays and four pumps just off the county highway. In dirty jeans and T-shirt she made change, pumped gas, and cleaned windshields while trying to write a romance novel.
One of the other employees was Bo Wrightman; a big, husky boy only a few years older than her. Bo often worked shirtless, and even though Zoe thought he was kind of a stupid clunker, she had to admire his powerful chest. In fact, he looked so good without his shirt (especially sweating in the hot weather) that she used him as her male romantic lead.
Every time she needed to write a description about her male lead she'd look across at Bo, at how powerfully masculine he was and how he looked when his long hair swept down around his shoulders.
Zoe liked to be as exact, and as precise as possible in her writing, knowing she had an awful lot of competition out there, and in addition to Bo she sometimes tried things out on other people around town, or around the garage.
One of the things she decided she needed to try out was getting a spanking. Her parents had been pretty liberal for Texas, and even though she was a wilful child, they had never really spanked her. Since she was going to write in a great angry romantic scene in which her hero spanked her heroine, she had some concern about just what it was like to be spanked.
How did it feel anyway?; both physically and . . . Well, emotionally? It must be awful embarrassing for a grown woman to find herself thrown across some man's lap, have her skirts hiked up, and get spanked.
Not that she was going to let any man pull her skirt up and spank her on the bare buns, of course. Zoe would only go so far for accuracy's sake, and being kind of a tomboy, had no intention of giving any creep of a local boy an eyeful just to describe a spanking better.
No, it was going to be embarrassing enough letting someone spank her backside a few times without going that far. She'd keep her skirt . . . er . . . her trousers on, thank you very much.
After she decided it would be helpful in describing the scene, she had to decide who she wanted to provoke into spanking her. There was no question of asking anyone. Word of that could get around and people would think she was some kind of sicko. No, she would have to be spanked against her will. People wouldn't think that was even worth talking about, smart-mouth that she was.
The obvious choice to provoke into spanking her was Bo, since he was at least the physical model for her hero. The problem with that was that Bo was almost impossible to provoke. Plus, he wouldn't think of hitting a woman no matter what she did.
That meant her most likely choice was Phil, who was kind of a jerk, didn't take kindly to disrespect, was a sexist, and was often quoted as saying that sparing the rod had spoiled the child in her case. Besides, he was a generation older, and still thought of her as a kid. That made it more likely he'd be willing to whap her bottom.
It wasn't all that hard, either. She acted bratty to him all day, and was in no hurry to leave when the others knocked off for the evening. Puttering around the garage while Phil did up the accounts: Stepping in now and then to make a snide remark or insult, even after he told her to get her ass out of his garage before he forgot she was supposed to be a woman.
Of course, she knew how to press all the right buttons, and she carefully calculated her distance and timing when she kind of bent over a little, slapped her backside, and invited him to kiss her white ass.
She felt a momentary sense of triumph as he reached for her, grabbing her wrist and yanking her across his lap like she was a rag doll. It was a sense of victory, a pride in her acting skills, in judging things perfectly in getting Phil to do exactly what she wanted.
But then, of course, she was face down across his lap staring at the grease stains on the floor as his hand came down real hard and fast on her helpless behind.
The first blow shocked her. She'd had no idea a slap on the behind could sting so badly! She'd tried giving her own behind a few slaps just to see, but hadn't slapped very hard, partly because it hurt her hand. Phil didn't seem to care about his hand though, and she howled in pain as he began to wail away at her behind like nobody's business.
Gradually though, the pain seemed to fade around a hot, hot throbbing from her backside. During her wiggling Phil grabbed her leg high up on the inner thigh, and the side of his hand pushed in against her pussy, shocking her for a moment.
He moved his hand right away, but she suddenly recalled the oddly exposed position she was in, her backside up high in front of his face, staring right at him. She remembered those times when she was younger and it had embarrassed her when guys stared at her bottom. That was one of the reasons she'd started wearing long T-shirts and sweatshirts to begin with. She'd forgotten that.
And now Phil was staring right into her backside, and slapping his hand down against it. The heat in her bottom started to roll upwards to her face, and she felt her hair burning at how indecent her position was. She tried wriggling around but could not pull free, and continued to wince and gasp as his big hand came down on her behind.
She imagined what it would be like to be spanked with her pants down around her ankles, and blushed even more at that image. God, he'd see everything!
He gripped her leg again to shift her over, his other hand going to her side as he cursed her for trying to get free. Once again his hand (or at least the side of it) pressed in against her crotch, and this time his fingers sort of pushed in against the underside of her breast too.
Oh he could claim it was accidental, that he didn't intend anything, but Zoe was starting to suspect different, and that both embarrassed and somehow excited her. As much as she sneered at the boys who were so rude and crude in their comments about her, it did kind of please her to be thought of as sexy.
And now Phil, a grown man and not some punk teenager, was pretending to shift her just to get a little bit of a touch against her privates!
"Ouch! Shit!"
It did still sting, but her mind was focusing on more interesting things. Almost without thinking she threw her right leg aside, kind of shifting her body away from him and half falling off his knees.
"Hold still, brat!" He snarled.
This time to boost her back up and forward he grabbed her right smack between the legs, shoving her up before taking his hand back and resuming his spanking.
She felt a shock at the intimate touch, and a sudden response from her lower belly as her face burned.
The pervert!
"Now you gonna be good?" He demanded, his hand resting oh so casually across her upturned rear end.
She almost denied it, but her backside was hurting like hell.
"Yes," she said in a shaky voice.
"You better," he said.
Did he sound disappointed? She couldn't tell.
He let her up and she stumbled back, swallowing her embarrassment and uncertainty, and hurrying out the door.
Holy jumping Jesus, she thought to herself as she wandered home. That sure did hurt. Her behind felt like it was on fire all the way through the field and down the block to her house.
But at least she now had first hand experience in getting a real spanking. It was much different than she'd expected. Of course, getting spanked by fat old Phil was no big sexy thing, not compared to, say, getting spanked by her handsome hero. But it had still done funny things to her head.
It was three days later that she got into an argument with Phil over the meter on one of the gas pumps, and after saying something just a little snotty, got a hard smack on the bottom.
Well, Phil was a temperamental kind of guy, so even though it kind of ticked her off, she wasn't at all sure she could accuse him of anything . . . Well . . . improper. But the next day it happened again, for much less reason, and the spank almost a pat. She suspected Phil had gotten a good deal more out of the spanking than revenge at her snotty mouth.
He was probably looking to do it again, the old coot, she thought.
He asked her to stay over that evening to help with the books, and after just a minute's hesitation she agreed, wondering . . .
She wasn't surprised when it seemed like he was trying to pick a fight with her, and her stomach started to feel little fluttery butterflies as she fought back. She felt the tension starting to stiffen her chest, and didn't know whether to run off or plunge right in.
"I just don't know if you're spilling the gas out on the goddamn road or siphoning it off for that pissy little car of yours," he growled.
"Maybe you're sucking it out of the hose yourself. Everyone says you're full of gas," she shot back.
"You show some respect for your betters, girl!" He warned.
"Show me one and maybe I will." She sniffed.
"I swear, girl. Your mother should have put you across her knees more often. Woulda showed you better manners."
"You got the manners of a hog, Phil," she replied. "And the face to match. I could only wish your breath was that good, but that's more like what a hog gives off after dinner."
"You little bitch!"
She was not surprised to find herself pulled across his lap again, backsides raised. Her whole body was tense with anticipation, and she was almost breathless for some reason. Then to her shock, his fingers dug in under her belly and she felt him undoing her jeans.
"W-ha . . . what do you think you're doing!?"
"You know damned well, you little brat. I'm putting you in your place."
He didn't (thankfully) seem to have the courage to take down her panties too, so she was left in a pair of thin white bikini panties as his hand came slapping down against her behind. Her legs were trapped in her bunched up jeans, and she had even less chance of wriggling away than she'd had the first time.
Phil's hand seemed to accidentally make contact with her pussy more often too, pushing right in against the crotch of her panties and making her gasp in shock each time.
His spanking was slower, and more methodical; As if he were drawing it out. She felt that strange little buzzing in her lower belly much more this time too, that strange breathlessness and fluttery belly. The pain was just as stinging, but it didn't seem to matter as much.
Neither one of them spoke of it. It was almost as if it were no more than the casual arguments she often had with him, and darn near everyone else. Next afternoon she was even more tense, more filled with flutter in her stomach as the day wound down.
Almost as if it were becoming routine her and Phil got into an argument. In a way (since she knew why), it was kind of fun. She got to call him all sorts of things she wouldn't have dared otherwise, knowing he wouldn't complain to her parents.
And then she was across his lap again, and she realized that despite the almost electrical tension gripping her she was also (without any denial possible) very hot, very arousing. She still cringed when he jerked down her pants and found . . .
"Well now, what the hell is this? This that slutty underwear that ain't got no ass in it?"
She was wearing a thong. She couldn't stand the thought of him staring right down at her pussy while he spanked her, but the thought of him seeing and touching her bare-behind was so exciting, she had needed to try it. She had bought the thong for just that.
"Let me go you scum sucking vermin!"
"Bratty little tramp," he replied.
Her face was pink at knowing he was staring right at her bare cheeks, then she gasped as his hand slapped down.
It was different, but only a little. The pants and panties hadn't really been any protection against the spanking, but getting spanked on her bare behind; The high-pitched slaps of skin on skin, and being so bare and vulnerable was turning her on even more than she'd been to begin with.
She'd worn a short T-shirt this time, and she realized it was starting to fall downwards, or maybe upwards. Her upper-body, from about belly on, was upside down after all, falling over the left side of the chair. Her hands were actually on the floor and her short hair was brushing it. Not surprisingly her loose T-shirt was baring most of her stomach now, and threatening to come right down around her armpits.
She glowed at the thought, even though he couldn't really see much because of her position, and in an instant she had tugged at the material with the tip of two fingers and pulled it right over her little bra.
"Bastard! Jerkoff!"
"Brat!"
His hand was spanking her hard, and she was yelping and jerking in response, but both of them knew there was more to this than a spanking. She didn't think he knew she knew though, or at least, she was sure he wasn't sure.
She did the same trick she had the other night, throwing her right leg wide off his knee while twisting to one side. As before, he caught her, and the feel of his big rough hand cupping her pussy through the thin cotton, his end fingers pressing right up against the soft skin of her inner thighs, made heat gush through her body.
He wasn't quite as quick to let go either, "adjusting her" carefully on his lap before taking his hand away and resuming his spanking.
His other hand managed to spend most of its time holding her in place, sliding here and there along her bare side, right up to her bra.
‘Did she dare?' She wondered, ‘Did she dare try and take the bra off for next time?' Just the thought made her so excited she almost climaxed. In fact, when they could string it out no longer, and she made her way out into the night; She immediately dove into the grass, yanked pants and panties down, and masturbated to a fast climax that had her gurgling in wonder, eyes rolling back, and back arching in pleasure.
‘This is fuckin' crazy,' she thought wearily.
She avoided staying after the next day (too full of anxiety and fear), but the next day she went to work without a bra. Well, she'd done it before. She wasn't Dolly Parton, after all, but on the other hand she wasn't flat either, and she wasn't wearing a sweatshirt or something else heavy. Her boobs (she saw with some worry) were kind of obvious.
She masked this by putting another T-shirt under the first, and that did some good. Then toward the end of the day she took off that one: Heart pounding, as she went to join Phil in the little office.
It went like before, except this time when her T-shirt slid down around her armpits her breasts were bare and shaking to the world. At first she didn't think he noticed, focusing his attention on the other end of her, but it didn't take too long for him to realize that a completely bare back meant there wasn't anything in front either.
From then on she could tell his 'adjusting' was geared to pulling her body back more, and instead of her hair brushing the floor, her breasts were now almost up to the side of the chair. His fingers got plenty of opportunity to push 'accidentally' into the sides of her right boob, too.
One time (which she guessed was all he dared), he even 'adjusted' her by grabbing her right there; Right so his hand almost completely covered her breast. Just an accident, of course. But neither of them complained.
He spent a minute or two after the spanking, telling her how he was only doing this for her own good. All the while letting his hands kind of stroke her bare buttocks, but Zoe was already eager to go to the next level.
The next night she wore no underwear at all, and she could tell from his silence that Phil was kind of shocked when he yanked down her pants to see nothing there over her soft little furry pussy.
She blushed furiously, knowing what he was looking at and anxious to see if he'd push her off, but then he started spanking her again, and her pussy started to burn with hunger at her lewdness.
She let her T-shirt expose her breasts again, but she was less and less in control of herself now. She didn't know where the game was going, but was in a big hurry to get there. Phil let his hand graze her unprotected pussy mound a number of times, and one time as he 'adjusted her' his right hand clamped straight down over it, while his left squeezed her breast.
That did it for her, and she came right then and there. She was almost oblivious to the sharp spanks that followed as the pleasure burned through her nervous system and her jaw went wide. She instinctively rolled from side to side, grinding her soft breasts against the edge of the chair, her behind bucked upwards against his slapping hands. She almost begged him to grab her pussy again and squeeze it.
The next night she was surprised and disappointed when he had Bo stay behind too, supposedly for inventory. She thought (her heart sinking a little) that he'd decided things had gone too far, and wanted Bo there to make sure nothing happened.
And yet he started the same behavior, the same insults and accusations. She was hesitant at first, but then returned them, even though she wasn't sure what was going on.
Sure enough, he soon had her across his knee. Her pants down, and her assets exposed to the world. His spanking and her yelps brought Bo into the room, curious about what was happening. That froze her solid so she could hardly breath. Bo was behind her, too: Staring right at her behind and pussy.
"You gotta keep high-strung girls in line, Bo," Uncle Phil explained, "Otherwise they just too unmannerly to be around at all."
"I . . . uh . . . guess so Phil," Bo said, staring.
Phil gave her some more spanks while Bo looked on, then set her on her feet; a lot earlier than usual.
She yanked her pants up, face red, as Phil got up yawning, and told them he was feeling poorly.
"You don't let her act up now, Bo." He warned, "She gets above herself you just put her across her knees, and bring her back down to earth."
"Yes sir," Bo said doubtfully.
Then he left, and Bo went back to inventorying. That left Zoe flustered, embarrassed, and confused for a bit.
Thing was, she'd gotten all hot and bothered anticipating going across Phil's lap, and that hadn't gone away much. She began to think about Bo, and whether he'd take Phil's words seriously. Would Bo spank her?
That idea made her pussy heat right up, and after getting over at least some of her embarrassment she sought him out. At first she pretended to help, but soon she was getting in little digs, snippy little comments about him being dumb as a post, snide little insults about his family. She was disappointed he didn't respond in kind, but then Bo was hard to get riled.
Then right out of the blue he got down off the chair he'd been standing on, yanked her across his lap, and started taking down her pants. He didn't stop at lowering them either, but yanked them right down over her ankles, popping her tennis shoes off as he tossed them into the corner. Then he snatched her loose T-shirt up over her head before she had even had a chance to lower it, leaving her completely naked.
"I figure this is what you're after," he said as his hand began to caress her behind.
"I-I-I . . . let me go!" She gasped, flustered and embarrassed.
"I don't think so."
His hand cracked down on her behind quite hard, and she yelled, kicking her legs, and writhing in his hold. He didn't stop, and didn't answer any of her curses or snarls. He just kept spanking: Hard.
He didn't try to touch her anywhere either. His big hand just slapped down again and again, turning her soft backside pink, then red, then dark red. The pain mounted, and her frustration rose with it. All efforts to twist free or protect her behind failed miserably.
There were tears in her eyes when he finally eased off, and then another shock. His fingers probed at her pussy, very openly: Sliding along the tight, moist cleft, then dipping inside.
"Wh-what are you . . . doing!?" She gasped in a choked voice.
Again he didn't answer, but she felt his fingers push gently into her body, dipping in and out, sliding deeper with every second. She gasped and squealed, eyes bulging.
His other hand slid right down along her side and cupped her right breast, squeezing it openly, fingers searching for her stiff nipple as his fingers wriggled inside her. There was no cherry for him to find, even though she was a virgin. She had broken it somehow, maybe while riding horses, maybe while playing football, maybe while fingering herself for all she knew.
"S-stop," she whispered.
She felt his thumb searching along the top of her pussy. Felt it brush lightly across her aching, sensitive clitoris. She tensed up, gasping, then it returned, stroking again.
"Oohh! OohhH!" She cried.
His hand was kneading her breast, and his fingers were driving ever deeper into her pussy. Then his thumb started to stroke rapidly across her clitoris.
Her body just exploded. Her legs started to kick and flail, her head started to thrash, and her insides got so hot she thought she would burn up. The climax shook her violently, and she couldn't speak, nor even think as it sent spasms ripping up and down her spine.
Bo kept rubbing until she stopped shaking. Then, handling her like a rag doll, he lifted her up and turned her so she was straddling him and the chair; facing him. She was half dazed, but still blushed as she looked into his eyes.
His hands moved up and down her back, then he leaned in and licked at her nipple. A moment later he was sucking on it, pulling it into his mouth as his tongue twisted and caressed the burning hot little button.
She swayed in place, moaning uncontrollably. She started grinding herself against him like a wanton slut, not sure at all of what to do. Bo reached down and undid his jeans, and she dropped her head; gasping and staring as he kind of eased them down, and pulled out his cock.
It was hard and thick. It looked almost funny; or at least she would have thought so if she wasn't so hot. She reached down and folded her hand around it, amazed at its heat. Then Bo's hands squeezed her still very warm behind and half-lifted her upwards.
She knew what to do then, and guided the head of his cock towards her moist opening. As he lowered her, she felt the knob push against her. Felt herself opening, the muscles giving way, the skin stretching, and then straining. She gasped and whimpered, then another climax wracked her body as she slid slowly down around it.
She jerked atop him, grinding her hips and pushing her breasts into his mouth. He thrust up sharply and she cried out, feeling him drive high into her belly.
She was all wonder and heat as she rode him. All whimpers, and moans, and soft shocked curses as she felt his cock pumping up and down inside her. His lips threatened to tear her nipples right off as he sucked rhythmically, and his fingers dug into her behind hard, making the stinging come back to life.
But it was glorious, and she felt alive! Felt wild, sluttish, animalistic. She rode him frantically, helplessly; legs working to slide her up and down on his hardness until, with a groan he spewed his juices up inside her and collapsed.
That wasn't the end of course. She couldn't bear it to be the end. She wanted to keep on going, despite his softening cock, and only her desperation could have gotten her to take Bo's advice on the only way to do that. Only the heat between her legs could have gotten her down on her knees between his legs, and forced her to take his cock into her mouth.
Even as she did it she felt how shocking it was, but the shock only increased her arousal. Soon she was bobbing her lips up and down on his stiff cock once again. And now she was reluctant to pull her lips back.
Bo stood up, and she rose on her knees to keep her lips wrapped around him. He let her suck on him like that for a few seconds, his hands sliding through her hair. Then he pulled her up to her feet, pushed her back onto the edge of the table, spread her legs wide (embarrassingly wide), and pushed himself into her pussy again.
This time she was laying back, staring up at him as he bent over her. This time she reached up for him and pulled his lips down against hers, kissed him awkwardly but passionately as he thrust into her. Her knees rose and then her legs wrapped around him, ankles locked behind his back, and she jerked hard to increase the strength of each thrust.
‘This was not,' she thought dazedly, as she climaxed again, ‘The way a nice girl was supposed to act.'
No one said anything the next day, but now Bo started smacking her behind whenever she did anything wrong, and with just as little cause as Phil.
She started wearing a bikini top to work, with cutoffs. Well it was hot in that old garage, after all. A day or two later Bobbie, and then Vern, and the other employees at the garage started smacking her ass whenever they thought she deserved it too; And she made sure she did deserve it, mouthing off more than she ever had.
Almost every evening she'd stay late and either Phil would spank her and feel her up a little, or Bo would spank her hard, and then give her a hard fucking. One night Phil had Vern stay over, and he made no secret at all, of him knowing what the game was. Within five minutes she was naked, across his lap, and getting her ass spanked hard.
By the time he bent her across Phil's ratty old desk, she was so hot she climaxed before he could even get his cock inside her.
She started wearing a thong bikini to work, and the guys (including Phil), would bend her over at any little provocation to spank her bare behind.
Phil never did more than that. He was her father's best friend and had known her since birth. In fact, she often called him ‘Uncle Phil'. She guessed he was just not quite willing to betray her father that much, though he often looked like only desperate will-power kept him away.
But the others always managed to find an excuse to get her into the back room alone for one reason or other, and get her bikini off her completely.
The garage started getting more business, too. It seemed word had gotten out that a pretty girl in a bikini (a thong bikini, no less) was the one liable to come out and pump gas for you when you drove in there.
That started a lot of people muttering, but business had almost doubled, so her family weren't complaining. Her mother was of the opinion that if you got it, you ought to flaunt it anyway.
Soon enough, Phil had occasion to bend her over and spank her bare buns in front of one of the customers, because she'd been rude to the man, and that really rocketed up the business. Cars were coming in from the next county now, and the drivers often found cause to complain to Phil about her attitude or bad manners. Then they'd watch eagerly as he bent her over and spanked her bare-behind.
She found this all so exciting that if the guys didn't have time for her during the day, she'd all but jump them at the end of the day, and wrestle them to the ground to get at what was inside their pants.
There wasn't a lot of romance in any of it, but it sure was a lot of fun, and Zoe got all kinds of first hand information she could use in her book. Especially when the heroine got spanked. And she (like Zoe), got spanked an awful, awful lot.