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  1. I live in upstate South Carolina and have been fortunate over the years. Most of the girls I dated were into spanking to at least some degree, with one notably embarrassing exception. Anyway, there is an all-women's college in this burg, and anyone who lives within driving distance of the area has probably heard of it, and everyone else likely has not. Having visited there a lot while dating some of the coeds, MANY moons ago, I found that they have bulletin boards in each dorm and classroom building. People post cars for sale, tutoring help, requests for rides home for holidays, most anything on these boards and I began to ask myself, "Self? Could one post cards on these boards offering strictly disciplinary spankings, and not get arrested?" Granted, my experience comes from 30+ years ago, but I KNOW there were girls who attended this college who were very much into spanking. And while everything has gone digital, attaching a card with a push-pin to a cork board is very last century, but then, so am I. One would have to include either an address or more likely a phone number, and since I am concerned about whether this violates any laws, I wonder if I should break down and buy a cell phone. On "SVU" they talk about burner phones all the time, but I just want to be upfront about this, and see if there is a "market" for it. Preferably without getting a visit from the local constables. So, what do the experts think? Is this a valid way to meet spankos? Or should I stick with the information superhighway, a method that has worked, but isn't my favorite medium?
  2. If you are astray and need structure, accountability, and old-fashioned strict discipline back in your life then it is time to stop procrastinating and do something to correct your “bad” behavior. I specialize in women who procrastinate, are constantly late, text while driving, overspend, smoke, and keep a messy house. This is consensual and non-sexual and you will have a safe-word if you think you need it to use but I expect you to take the punishment you have earned even if you have to take a break while it is being administered. I have many years of experience in providing all kinds of discipline and mentoring. My methods may be painful and embarrassing but they will get results. I use the tried and true methods including bare bottom spanking, with or without implements. In some cases, I may also use mouth soaping, enemas, corner time, scolding, and assigning essays. I live in the mountains west of Denver but get into Denver often and travel to the Los Angeles area also. Contact me direct if you are interested in strict discipline at cp4u2020@yahoo.com or cp4u2009@yahoo.com. I cannot host. Thanks, Doc
  3. I'm posting this on a whim because I don't expect that I'll ever find this. I'm in Columbia SC most of the time (I don't post the city I live in publicly). I'm struggling with sticking to my workout routine and kinda just doing the basics that I know to do to tone up while I lose weight and I'm not seeing any results externally. (Huge fear of disgusting saggy skin) At my core, I am a domestic discipline spanko since childhood as I'm sure many of you reading can relate. I want/need a *role model of physical fitness* to figuratively and literally whip my ass into shape and help me set up a routine and help me stick to it. This ad isn't intended to be looking for a relationship or sex, but literally a disciplinarian for this. I have great self discipline in most every other aspect of my life but this I really struggle with and figured I'd finally ask the void for help and see what happens. (Male disciplinarians only please) (Affordable Compensation could be discussed if needed) Much hope, Daci If it helps to know I'm real, I can be found on FL under the same name. **Must be in person, I find "self punishments" utterly ridiculous not to mention pointless and they do not work for me. Consider it a hard limit.** Not sure if I'm doing this correctly or if this is the correct place to post, I literally just discovered this website earlier today. If there's a better place to post please let me know as I figure out how to navigate this site.
  4. I literally need a personal trainer with me when I'm working out teaching me proper form, someone who can easily do the workouts assigned to me so I can watch how their body moves doing it so I can hopefully mimic it, him being a healthy fitness visual to motivate me as well, and helping me set up a specific routine of workouts to do every day designed to reach my personal body goals of reducing sagging skin as I continue to drop weight, to tone up and strengthen my weaker muscles, and to make my butt better formed and bigger. The Disciplinarian part comes in by needing him to be strict and stern with me, to motivate me by accepting no bullshit excuses from me about why I can't workout, and firmly and with consistency, dealing out punishment spankings if I fuck up I guess. And honestly..I would absolutely love being held accountable for my weak moments of eating the really unhealthy crap food that sets me back a week or more on my progress. I mentally respond extremely well to consensual male authority. I wouldn't even be against officially hiring a man that fits this description if he existed near me. Every day I try to do as many squats with my resistance bands as my legs can manage, use the bands to work on my arms until my arms can't pull them anymore, and I've recently taken up literally just running around my house outside with my dogs for cardio after work if it's still daylight and not raining. But that's all I can manage to make myself do, and I honestly have not been doing any of it on my days off work. I'm not seeing any results and I'm mad at myself because I know I'm better than this. I control every aspect of my life but stupidly struggle with this. I still have a lot of weight left to lose in my opinion. I've plateaued at only having lost 60lbs last I checked from my top weight 😔😔😔😔 but I'm keeping myself on a less than 1500 calorie (trying for no more than 1312 daily tbh) daily intake the best I can at least 5 days a week, sometimes 2000 plus though on my weaker moments on my days off work. But I'm probably just going to have to muddle through like I have been trying to do it on my own and hope some kind of acceptable progress is eventually seen since I can't seem to find a local man who can assist me with this. 😔 I'm just in a mood right now, I'm not usually such a pity party person, honest. I guess I'm just up in my feelings with being disappointed with my own behavior lately. I guess, really, I'm just shouting into the void at this point. I attached a photo of my only progress so far (I hope topless pics are allowed here). It was a photo I took to boost my confidence and I'm well aware of my specific pose that makes me look more flattering as I'm hiding the squishy stomach skin, but again, I wanted to boost my self image.
  5. Part 2 Don’t screw this up, Rob scolded himself. With a deep breath, he grabbed Cari’s wrist and tugged her firmly but carefully over his lap. Her weight was warm and light, and most assuredly welcome. He took a moment to take in the view of her body draped over his thighs: the graceful arch of her back, the spill of red-gold curls over her shoulder, the curve of her calves peeking out from under her skirt, the bottoms of her small feet where she’d rested them on the end of the loveseat. Her round, firm bottom was just where he wanted and needed it, just at the right mark for his targeting hand. He was hard and erect at steel in his pants. She shocked the hell out of him then, by craning back her head and asking awkwardly, “Aren’t you going to… make me… um. Don’t I have to be… bare?” For a moment all he could do was blink at her. “I…” she sighed and rolled her eyes, lifting herself up on one elbow to turn towards him further. Her face was aflame with color. “I looked at some… stuff. Online. Last night. I thought….” She shrugged by way of ending her last sentence. “Well I thought, if there was a next time…” Rob forced his mouth shut. What the hell? He wasn’t an idiot. If she was alright with being bare bottom spanked, who was he stop her? “But, you’re right. That’s the best way to make sure the punishment gets through.” He cleared his throat, feeling his own face flush with color. “Back up with you, then.” He helped her stand and their eyes met. She smiled at him shyly, but he saw that her eyes were still dancing. “Reach under your shirt and remove your panties,” he instructed. “I’ll lift your skirt when you go back over my knee.” When she just stood there, shifting from foot to foot, he picked up on the silent cue. “Or do you need me to do it?” Cari nodded. “You do it.” Her gaze never shifted from his as he reached up under her skirt, found the elastic at the top of her panties and pulled them down. In only a moment the small slip of silk was at her feet. She stepped carefully out of one side, and then the other, balancing with a hand on his shoulder, and never once breaking eye contact. Rob was the one who finally looked away, long enough to take in the red lace and silk scrap of material in his hands. With a little grin, he tucked the underwear into the pocket in his shirt. She wouldn’t be getting those back if he had anything to say about it. She was still staring at him, the moment filled with sexual tension. He snapped his fingers pointedly and gestured for her to get back over his lap. A tiny smile snuck over her features, there and gone in a millisecond. Then she feigned a frown and put on a show of reluctantly climbing back over his lap. Although he couldn’t be sure, and he certainly wasn’t about to ask her if he was correct about his suspicion, Rob thought she rubbed up against his crotch much more than was really necessary to reposition herself. One thing he was absolutely sure of was that his brat was enjoying this. “You ever been spanked before?” he asked her, resting his hand on her still covered bottom. Cari shook her head. Rob nodded, swallowing hard, his dry throat clicking. Do. Not. Fuck. This. Up. “What’s the magic word if you need me to stop?” Without a second’s hesitation: “Neatness.” “Okay, Cari. Time for your spanking.” The image of her strong thighs and gorgeous bottom burned itself into his brain as Rob swept up her skirt to reveal her completely. A shiver ran down her back and she turned her face away from him with a little nervous sound from deep in her throat. “By the time I’m finished here, Cari, your bottom is going to be as red as those naughty panties you had on.” He allowed himself to rest his right hand on her bare skin, but did not knead her buttock or caress her. “You’re going to be one sorry, little bad girl.” Another shiver ran down her spine. He watched as it danced down her back and when he glanced at her arms he noticed she had goose bumps. He grinned wolfishly then, and gave her the first of many spanks. Although he’d never spanked someone before Cari, Rob found that he was a very quick study in the art. His right hand fell down on her buttocks from a height about halfway to shoulder level. Alternating cheeks, the sound of his hand clapping down on her bare bottom was a sexy sensory overload all its own. The way her creamy skin changed color from pink to dusty rose was another appealing thing to witness. But his favorite part was how she writhed and wriggled all over his lap, squealing and moaning in reaction. After a particularly rhythmic onslot of fast smacks to the base center of her bottom, right on the sweet spot where her cheeks came together, she bucked so hard on his knees he thought he was going to cum in his pants just from the friction of her working again him. “Naughty, bad brats who come into my store and mess with my displays get their bottoms spanked,” he told her, as if she hadn’t already figured this out, punctuating each word with a hard, stinging slap. The scolding felt silly to him, one reason being that so far she was the one and only brat to wind up this way. The other reason it seemed ridiculous was that she was obviously thoroughly enjoying her comeuppance. Still, he persisted, enjoying the lecture in a way he couldn’t exactly put his finger on. “Do you understand, Cari?” She was panting now, but she managed a ragged answer. “Yes, I understand.” Her bottom bounced again as he gave her another dozen spanks. She gave out a little tormented cry as the last one fell and suddenly her hand appeared behind her back, blocking his next spank. “Please…” Rob paused. From the state she was worked up to, he wasn’t sure what she was imploring him to do. Please what? Stop? Screw me? Spank me harder? “Use the safety word if you need to.” He waited but she didn’t take that suggestion. Her hand was still in his way. He waited one more moment, then warned: “This spanking is at my discretion. And we’re not done yet. If you need me to stop, use the safety word. That’s why we have it. Otherwise, move your hand out of the way. Because if you don’t, I will move it for you, I will keep it out of the way, and we will start this all over again from the beginning.” Holy crap, he thought, I almost sound like I know what I’m doing. Slowly, she withdrew her hand. Rob took a moment to draw her prone body closer to his. He adjusted her further by pinning her legs between his own, holding her lower body down. A small mewling sound escaped Cari at this new development. Then he renewed the spanking, concentrating most of his attention to that sweet spot in the center of her backside. Her hampered legs still tried to buck and kick, and her cries became more frenzied, less intelligible. “You are not the one in charge here, brat,” he told her as his hand beat on her bottom. “You get to be in charge only by using the safe word. That’s it. Otherwise, you submit to my hand. The next time you try to shield yourself, I will go out to the front counter and find my wooden ruler to punish you.” He paused now, despite his insistence that he was the one in charge of the spanking. He supposed that meant he could also slow things down when he wanted as well. As much as he was enjoying this, he was getting winded. And although she was obviously not wanting to use the safety word, Cari clearly needed a breather. He allowed himself now to rub her bottom and watched her arch her back and push against his hand as he did. A low moan fell from her. “You’re a bad, bad girl,” he told her, shaking his head at her. “You enjoy this too much. You know only a very bad girl would enjoy this so much, right?” “Please… don’t stop…” Rob grinned. “I’m not stopping, brat. Don’t you worry about that.” He tipped her forward and brought his hand down on her bottom again and again. “I’m hardly even warmed up yet.” Twenty minutes later, Cari stood in the corner of the room, her nose pressed tightly into the crevice. The hem of her skirt was tucked into the neck of her top, exposing her reddened bottom and upper thighs. “I’m going to go out front and close up the register. Then you,” he cracked her bottom once with his hand, “are going out there to clean up the mess you made earlier. You are not to move from this corner. Do you hear me?” Cari nodded silently. “I will bring my ruler with me when I come back here, and if you have disobeyed me, you will get another spanking, this time with the ruler. Understand?” Again, she nodded. Rob nodded too, watching her a moment. This was his way of letting her control what came next. If she’d had enough for one night, she’d do as he told her. If not, he’d come back and find her out of the corner. Without another word, he strode out of the room, leaving her to decide her fate. Closing down the shop, a job that normally took Rob about 15 minutes, felt like forever that day. He kept worrying that he was taking too long, leaving her in the corner this long after her first spanking was bound to piss her off. His mind was so preoccupied with concern that he was screwing things up, that when he finally finished up with the store, he completely forgot to take his wooden ruler back with him to the office. The second he turned the corner into the room, he remembered it, but to his surprise she was still right in the corner where he’d left her, nose in the crevice. He’d thought for sure that she would test him further -- he didn’t think of her as his record store brat for nothing. He came up quietly behind her, and was pleased that although she must have heard his approach, she never once turned her face from the corner. He took her hand and untucked the back of her skirt, so that it fell down to once more cover her backside. When he pulled her towards him, she turned and laid her head on his shoulder. “You okay?” he murmered. She smiled up at him. “I’m great. I’m just… trying to understand how I made it to age 25, and never thought about what we just did in a sexual context. And now… I just want to jump your bones.” Rob couldn’t think of anything else she could have said that would’ve surprised him more. For a moment he was completely speechless. Cari laughed that husky laugh of hers, and between the sound of that and what she’d just said, his cock – which had wilted during his distracted work out front in the store – was suddenly hard as ironwood again. As he watched, she took his hand, still entwined with her own, and brought his fingers to her mouth. In turn, she kissed each finger on the hand that had smacked her bottom. As she did this, her eyes peeked up at him from beneath the fringe of her eyelashes. Her smile never once dimmed. When she finished kissing his fingers, she kissed the center of his palm, then licked it. She took both of his arms and wrapped them around her waist, so that his hands wound up on her bottom. Beneath her skirt, she was still bare, and now she swept up the skirt herself, stepping closer to him until they were belly to belly. Rob’s hands cupped her warmed behind and when he squeezed her buttocks, she moaned and pressed up hard against him. “Please, Rob. I… mmm… I need you to… hmmm….” He’d only known her a few weeks. He’d only today learned her first name. He still didn’t know her last name, or what she did for a living. What if she was married? What is her dad was some mafia boss that would blow off his kneecaps when he found out what Rob had done to his daughter? What if he gave in to her plea right now, only to come up disappointedly short in the lover category? All these thoughts were flitting very briefly through Rob’s mind as he stood there, caressing and kneading her reddened bottom. They circled in his brain as she pushed her small, firm breasts again his chest. But they gradually began to fade as she ground her pelvis against his own. And when she took his earlobe in her mouth and suckled it, they finally disappeared. The only other thing that he’d wanted to do more than spank her, was to kiss her. Rob took that moment to framed her face and take that kiss. Their lips met eagerly, hungrily. It was a sloppy kiss – wet, with slanted tongues and little nipping bites. She took his hands away from her face and clapped them back around her hips, and on his own Rob replaced them back on her bottom. A moan from her mouth ended in his and he swallowed it whole. “Fuck me,” she demanded, the words fierce between nipping kisses. “Rob… I want… you… to fuck me!” He chuckled and dealt her bottom a stinging smack. “You keep talking like that, little girl, and you’re going to get that ruler by the end of the night after all.” She grinned at this warning, and pushed him back towards the couch. He allowed himself to be manhandled by her, enjoying the fact that she was clearly enjoying herself. When they reached the sofa, she unsnapped the button on his jeans. A moment later, the zipper was open too, and her hand was in his boxers. “Damn, girl,” Rob ground out, his teeth clenched in exquisite torture. “You’re killing me.” Her eyes danced up at him. “It’s a nice way to go, huh?” she purred. He moved his head drunkenly, in a sloppy sort of nod, making Cari giggle. She shoved him playfully and he sat on the sofa, watching as she pulled off his jeans and boxers. “Are you sure about this?” he asked, not wanting her to stop, but also not wanting her to regret a rash coupling with the neighborhood record store guy. “Honey, I’m sure. You don’t need to worry about me. I can take care of myself.” She fingered his wallet out of the back pocket of his jeans, and wiggled her eyebrows. “You got a condom in here?” He nodded, his eyelids slanted, and watched her find the small square foil wrapped package. A moment later she sat astride him and worked the condom with quick, sure movements over his engorged member. “Wait, hang on a sec,” he held her back a moment, long enough to pull her top up over her head. Then he held those small, bare breasts in his hands, and suckled first one and then the other with his lips and teeth. Cari made little animalistic sounds, first moaning, then keening low in her throat. She opened her legs and sat astride his lap again, voicing a triumphant yell when he thrust inside of her. Rob’s hands had never been busier. He wanted to taste, touch, and plunder every inch of her. He felt like he couldn’t move his body fast enough to keep up with her. He kissed her mouth, her neck, her ears, her shoulders, her breasts, her belly. His hands were in her hair, on her face, his fingers in her mouth, then they were under her thighs, behind her knees, and finally back on her bottom. He quickly found that she liked him to spank her while they were having sex. Her skirt was still in the way, and with an impatient yank, he ripped the fabric and tore it away from her body. The sound of the tearing fabric made Cari gasp and then she was howling laughter as she rode him. “You have to buy me another skirt!” she told him, still giggling, looking over her shoulder at the discarded tatters of her dress. Rob rolled her over so that he was on top. He parted her legs and just before burrowing his face between them, he said, “I’ll buy you a trunk load…” Forty-five minutes later, they lay entwined on the sofa, satisfied, spent, and sleepy. Rob’s gaze lingered down the length of her body, over the creamy, pale skin of her back, past the rosy red hillocks of her bottom, and back to the white muscles of her strong thighs. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, kissing her slowly, leisurely. “You’re pretty gorgeous yourself.” Cari snuggled close to him. “That was perfect. God, you should’ve threatened to spank me two weeks ago.” “You really never played with spanking before today?” he asked her, twirling a curl of her red hair around his finger. “You seemed to really enjoy yourself.” She shrugged one shoulder. “I’ve seen things over the years that made me think I might like it. But until tonight I never knew for sure. I’ve never had a boyfriend spank me before. I wasn’t ever spanked by anyone before tonight. I think I could get used to it. Maybe even addicted to it.” Rob laughed. “That would make two of us. I could get used to spanking your pretty little ass. I bet you I could give you a spanking every day for a month and not get bored.” “Be careful with those easy promises, mister,” she warned playfully. “I’m a girl who expects a certain level of romance and integrity. You tell me something like that, you better be prepared to live up to it.” He nodded gravely. “Understood. But I don’t make idle promises. Stick around and find out if I’m a man of my word.” He patted her bottom. “In the meantime I think we ought to get the heck out of here and get some food. My stomach’s growling like a bear. Spanking your butt has built up my appetite.” 3:50. Rob looked up as the bell jingled over his shop entrance. He expected to see a late customer, the last one hopefully of the day. Cari would be here any minute. Except it was her. For the first time, she was here early, before closing time. She smiled at him, and he winked at her. He still had a few customers in the shop and she was astute enough to let her smile be her greeting. His eyes trailed her as she browsed the store, taking in her loose jeans and boxy Pearl Jam t-shirt. He wondered what she had on under everything. He couldn’t wait to find out. It was only yesterday that he’d spanked her for the first time, then screwed on his sofa. He wanted to call it making love, but he kept reminding himself not to get too far ahead of himself. This was all so new. He still didn’t know much about her. How could he say they had made love – didn’t that automatically indicate that they were in love? One step at a time. That was what his head said. But Rob’s heart knew the truth. They had made love. He loved her. It might not be the love of two old people, together for fifty years of only one another and no one else. But he loved her. One by one, the other customers in the store cleared out. He helped them with purchases and bid them all to have a great evening, all the while watching her out of the corner of his eye. Finally, it was just the two of them. Rob went to the door, flipped his sign to closed, and locked the door. He’d been aware as he was helping the last of the customers that Cari was in the back, and up to something. Now as he turned back to the store, he saw she had lined up several records along the counter where the stereo was hooked up. In one quick glance, he knew what she had done. There was Untouchables by Korn, which Rob knew contained the song “Beat It Upright,” a song with very obvious sexual spanking references. Next was I’m Breathless by Madonna, which featured “Hanky Panky.” She’d even fished out some singles and 45’s – Puddle of Mudd’s “Control,” Justin Timberlake’s “Sexy Back,” Depeche Mode’s “Strangelove,” Kenny Wayne Shepherd with Kid Rock doing “Spank.” “You seem to have done some research since last night,” Rob said, a sideways grin on his face as he walked back to join her. She was in the middle of placing one of the records on the turntable. “I thought I’d put together a little playlist for us,” she explained, shooting him a grin over her shoulder. “I can see that. A themed playlist.” He patted her bottom through the soft denim of her jeans. “How’s your tush, girl? You able to sit down today?” Cari elbowed him gently. “Oh course I could! You overestimate your strength!” “Oh-ho-ho! Do I? Well, my, that sounds like a bold declaration from someone such as yourself. As you might recall, I did say I could go a whole month without growing bored of spanking your bottom. I doubt you can say the same thing about how the shape of your bottom might be faring at the end of that month.” She giggled and dodged his questing fingers. The music came on over the store speakers, loud and brazen. “Whip it,” by Devo. He chuckled and rolled his eyes, but let it play. She was running from him, just a few steps ahead of him, running towards the back office. She slid to a stop when she got there. Waiting for her on his desk was a lightweight wooden paddle, something he used at home to remove pizzas from his oven. Beside it were a large rubber spatula and a huge wooden spoon, also purloined from his kitchen. He had also brought a medium weight wooden hairbrush, his wood ruler from the front of the store, and a wide, leather belt from his closet. Cari stood stock still in front of his desk, her gaze moving from one object to the next. Her mouth hung open in a little “o.” Oh, shit. “They’re not all for tonight,” he hurried to reassure her. “In fact, we don’t even have to use any of them tonight. I was just… thinking about last night… and everything I saw reminded me of it. Of you. I guess I got carried away and lost my head a little.” She looked at him with raised eyebrows. “It’s okay. Just took me off guard.” She picked up the leather belt, already looped in half, and snapped the two pieces together. The sound the leather straps made as they connected made her eyes pop. “That’s probably best saved for a ways down the road,” Rob advised, taking it from her and placing it back on his desk. “Look, I’m sorry, I don’t know what…” She placed her hand over his mouth then, cutting him off. She pulled his arms around her and kissed him. Her tongue darted between his lips without warning and a sigh escaped him. When she pulled back from him, she was grinning. “For the record, I sorta like that belt. I definitely don’t want to wait too long to test it out, either. So stop your apologizing. And help me out of these clothes.” Rob did as she asked him, and when her top and jeans were removed, she stood before him in only a thin pair of white cotton underwear. Written across the back was one simple word: “NAUGHTY.” He chuckled as he saw this, snapping the top elastic on the panties. “At least you know what you are.” Cari nodded. She picked up the belt again and handed it to him. He watched as she moved aside a few items on his desktop, then bent over it, offering up her naughty side for his use. “How’s this, Rob?” she asked over one shoulder. “That’s really nice, baby,” he praised her, running one hand down her spine, and watching her shiver at the pleasure of his touch. “Just one final detail, though.” A moment later, that tiny pair of panties was in a pool around her feet. “Yes, much better,” Rob remarked, allowing the leather belt to slide like a caress over her bare bottom. “Perfect, in fact.” Cari pressed up against his desk, her nipples hard and erect against the wood. She closed her eyes and pushed her bottom out towards him, waiting for that first kiss of leather on her skin.
  6. Have had a few people ask about my writing, so I will share some from time to time. Wasn't sure which place to post so let me know if there's a better place than in the misc area. Part One 4:05. On the dot. And there she was again. Rob leaned back against the wall behind his counter and watched the pretty redhead as she walked into his record store. As she had on the other occasions when she’d visited his shop, she carefully avoided eye contact when she first came inside, opting instead to look around the store, as though she was browsing for something specific and was taking a few moments to figure out where she might be able to locate it. Rob took advantage of this time to browse her, allowing his eyes unfettered reign over her body, from the top of her bronze head of messy curls, and past her black and white Ramones t-shirt, with its home-cut neckline that now hung open over one shoulder. Small, firm breasts lay beneath Johnny Ramones head, little nipples puckered hard in the cool air conditioned room. A pair of frayed jeans, white with green leaves and red rose buds completed her outfit. Had the jeans been new, they might have been a preppy choice. But they were faded and well worn, as evidenced by the loose fringe of threads here and there, and the presence of tiny holes, one by her front right pocket, another over her left knee and a third riding low on her backside. Despite the peeks of skin through those holes and the bare shoulder she sported with her shirt, Rob felt certain it wasn’t all in an effort to be sexy. The jeans were frayed and holey because she’d worn them well and to excess. The shirt was flirty, but in an artsy way. She dressed the way she was. Flirty. Cute. Teasing. She was sexy as a result of it, but Rob sensed she had no idea that was the outcome. She was the type of girl that seemed to not know how pretty she was, or how sexy. Which in his eyes, made her all the more tantalizing. That was what he thought her to be like anyway. Admitingly, he could be completely wrong. He didn’t even know her name. Not yet anyway. He hoped today might change that. So far she still hadn’t so much as glanced in his direction, which was pretty impressive, considering she had to have felt his eyes on her at least a little. After her initial overview of the store from just inside the entrance, she’d done the same thing she did every day when she came in, which was to start at the aisle of vinyl LPs immediately on her right, and begin to browse through them. Rob kept his store in a unique way, compared to most other music vendors. Instead of categorizing into Country, Rock, Classical, Pop, etc, he chose instead to mix all genres of music together, segmenting only by the alphabet. So Mozart records were in the same general grouping in his store as Macklemore and Ryan Lewis, Bob Marley, Metallica, and Madonna. In that way, his organization was somewhat disorganized, at least according to his sister, Meredith, who sometimes helped out at the store. Rob chose to think of it as eclectic organization. He preferred it to having to figure out the appropriate category that certain crossover acts fell into; for example, should Kid Rock go under rap or rock? He’d even done a country album, so that was another option. Rob’s alphabetic system kept customer questions to a minimum when it came to finding an artist. But his current customer had complained about it to him every time she’d come in. As if on cue, she turned her head to him suddenly now and said, “I wish you’d organize by category. Seeing ACDC next to Air Supply is scary.” He grinned at her. “Sorry. I’ll take your suggestion into consideration.” She slanted a doubtful look his way, her bright green eyes sparkling. “Sure you will.” She stepped down to the next section of records, dragging the sole of her left black converse sneaker behind her. She bent over the records, flipping rapidly through the LP’s with her slender fingers, and providing Rob with a great view of her round bottom cheeks. "Do you actually sell any of these records?" she asked, scrunching up her nose. She reversed back to the first section, pulled out a copy of ACDC Back in Black, and carefully tipped out the enclosed vinyl. "Do people even still own record players?" "I have a bunch of regular clients," Rob answered. "LP sales in general are on the rise. It's become, for lack of a better word, fashionable again. There are pictures all over the internet of celebrities who are promoting their vinyl sales and the appreciation of vinyl media again. Some even offer signed vinyl albums at their concerts. And there's a market too for special vinyl editions. Lady Gaga's had a couple out. Green Day and the Dropkick Murphy's have, as well. “He shrugged.”Everything old becomes new again. Some people like hearing the crackles and pops in the background. They feel it's part of the music's soul. Plus there's the nostalgia aspect. My first music experiences were on vinyl, that sort of thing." It was past closing time, and he cleared his throat as he moved out from behind the register to go to the door and turn his sign over. Next he locked the door, turning back to face her and finding that she was watching him. “Oh, I’m sorry, is it closing time?” she asked innocently. As if she didn’t know. She came in at the same time every day, ever since the first day he’d been open just slightly longer than usual due to helping a customer with a large order. That first time, he’d told her he was technically closed, but she was still welcome to browse after he locked up and until he was ready to leave after closing up shop. Every day since then she’d been back, browsing and flirting. Never once had she actually made a purchase. If Rob was spoken for, he wouldn’t have put up with her nonsense. But he wasn’t spoken for. And she was damn cute. He figured even if she never bought a thing, he was still enjoying her company, though she could certainly be a bit of a brat. If he was honest, he had to admit that he would gladly give up selling a vault of LP’s to her, if in exchange she allowed him to kiss her. Oh course, that wasn’t the only thing he thought about doing to her. It just happened to be one of the top items on his list. In answer to her question, Rob nodded, and added his usual amendment: “Not to worry. Go ahead and browse. Just let me know if you need any help.” “Thanks. I will.” She was humming quietly as she slid her conversed feet down the next length of aisle. He watched her as he hit the Z key on the cash register, which would print out a list of cash transactions for the day. One of the LPs had caught her attention and she was carefully looking it over, reading the song list on the back. After a few moments of consideration, she placed it in a new position in the stack, so that now that stack was out of order. In addition to not putting it back correctly, she also turned the record so that it was sitting on the ledge with one corner sticking up. Rob clenched his jaw as he watched her do this. She glanced back at him with an impish grin. Then, while he watched she did that same thing in the next aisle with another two records, placing them out of order and cockeyed. As though this was perfectly normal, acceptable behavior, she moved further down the stack, switching her hips as though just barely fighting back the urge to skip or dance down the aisle. He’d asked her before not to come in here and screw up the racks in this manner. She’d told him she was doing him a favor, that by misfiling an occasional record, and by placing them cocked up as well, his customers might be made curious enough to consider a record they weren’t even there to look for. She told him it was like when the grocery store reorganized their aisles; just when you knew the store you shopped weekly by heart, suddenly everything was in a new place, and in looking for the items you wanted to buy, you came across items you usually didn’t see and bought a few of those as well. Rob thought she just liked pushing his buttons. She’d come in here often enough to know that he was a bit of a neat freak. She’d seen him cleaning up the records from previous shoppers, and she’d watched him as he did his closing ritual of cleaning up the entire store, making sure stacks of sale brochures where all aligned in neat piles and ensuring that the stacks of records were all uniformly settled in their appropriate areas. In the next aisle, she found a copy of Guns and Roses Appetite for Destruction and after admiring the album for a moment, she laid it flat on top of the other upright albums instead of back in line with them. She shot Rob a challenging look across the store and stepped down to the next group of records. Rob folded his arms over his chest and watched her, waiting to see just how far she was going to push him today. At this next shelf, she pulled all the records towards her and as she flipped through them one by one, she alternately flipped them up so that the last record in line sat as it should on its flat bottom edge, then the next record sat on one corner with its right top corner flipped up. The record after that sat on the opposite corner with its left top corner flipped up. And from there on she repeated the pattern. She was about halfway through this little project, a little mischievous smile on her face, when she was abruptly stopped by Rob’s hand appearing on her own. “That’s enough,” he growled at her, frowning at her look of innocent surprise. He removed her hand gently from the row of records and guided her away from the stack with his other hand. “I don’t mind you coming in here late and keeping me past closing. I really don’t. In fact, I kind of like it.” He blinked at the admission; he hadn’t intended to say that out loud, but it was too late to take it back now. “I don’t even really care that you don’t buy anything! But I’m not standing by anymore while you screw up my stacks.” “Oh.” She pouted up at him, not liking the scolding tone of his voice. “I’m sorry.” “You should be. Now I want you to go back to those records you just messed up and you put them back the way they were. Understand?” She blinked at him for a moment and Rob knew he’d caught her off guard with his bossy instruction. After a few moments hesitation, with him staring hard at her, she nodded mutely and turned to do as he’d bid. He watched her like a hawk, making sure that she didn’t pull any more stunts. When she’d completed cleaning up her mess, she turned back to him and he thought she looked genuinely unsure of herself. Her flirty air was gone. For a moment, his stomach dropped and he worried that even though he’d wanted to stop her blatant misbehavior, what he might have done instead was stop her from ever coming back. Shit. “I guess I better get out of your hair,” she said sadly, moving towards the door. “Wait a minute,” he said, close on her heels. When she didn’t stop at first, he grabbed her wrist, and tugged her back. “I want to be clear here, okay?” She nodded, looking from his hand on her wrist up into this face, her expression uncertain. “You can come in here any time. Okay? I don’t mind you being here after closing. You can browse all you want. You can tell me all your ideas for how you think I should organize my racks. Just don’t go off and make it your business to do that yourself. You hear me?” “Um, sure,” she said hesitantly. Her eyes were like saucers in her face. “I catch you at it again, there’s going to be consequences.” Her eyebrows rose at that. Some of her bravado returned in her voice as she challenged with, “Really? What consequences exactly?” Rob swallowed hard. What the hell, she’d probably never come back again after today anyway. He’d dreamed about saying it to her, and about actually doing it since that first day she’d come in and messed with his merchandise. “You come in here again and screw up my stacks and I’m going to spank your butt.” A surprised gasp that was more than half laughter expelled from her lungs. She stared at him, her already big eyes rounding out even more. He stared right back at her, not laughing, his face set and determined. “You’re kidding me,” she insisted, still staring at him in disbelief. Rob simply shook his head. “No joke. You’ve been warned. If you don’t believe me, try it and find out.” A hoarse bark of laughter was his response to that dare. “I think I’ll be leaving on that note,” she announced. He watched as she went to the door, flipped the lock back open and stepped outside into the sunlight, glanced back only once to meet his eyes and shake her head at him in disbelief. Wanting to appear uncaring about her abrupt departure, he pushed the door closed behind her, meeting her eyes through the window in the top half, and locked it with a twist of his wrist. Then he forced himself to turn away from the view of her walking away from his store, and him, for the last time. 4:20. Rob sighed, his eyes staring at the clock, then flicking over to the entrance to his store. She was a no show. He’d told himself to expect it, but there’d still been a flicker of hope in his heart anyway. Stupid, stupid, he scolded mentally. Why did I have to go and open my big mouth? For as long as he could remember, Rob had fantasized about spanking a woman. He couldn’t even trace the obsession back to any one place in time. He couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t drawn to that as part of his sexual appetites. Until now, it had only been a fantasy of his – a bare bottomed lady writhing over his lap while he toasted her with his hand, paddle, strap, etc. He’d never worked up his nerve to approach the subject with his past girlfriends, never trusting their reactions to be positive. God only knew why he’d so brazenly broached the topic with his record store brat. A smirk appeared on his face. That was how he thought of her. His record store brat. Why would he threaten to spank a woman he hardly knew – he still didn’t even know her name! And he was still stalling. Still standing here, staring at the door, willing her to suddenly appear and open it. Despite chastising himself mentally, Rob didn’t budge from behind the counter. His gaze didn’t shift from the shop door. An upbeat Chuck Berry album was playing on the stereo, filing the shop with happy songs about fun and youth and women. It seemed to Rob that at least half of the catchy tunes were titled with woman's names and that just made him wonder more about what mystery brat's name might be. As each new minute passed by without her appearance, the chipper music grated on his nerves more and more. Rob shook his head in disgust and forced himself across the store. He’d just lock up and get the hell out of here. Maybe stop on the way home for a drink… He stopped dead in his tracks two steps before the door. She was walking towards his store, just several yards down the sidewalk. His heart thumped hard and fast as he spun abruptly on his heel and strode at a pace just short of a run back behind the counter. Act normal, he admonished himself. Calm down – she might just be coming back to tell you to go fuck yourself. Of course, even if he could get himself to come across calm and cool, she’d see past that anyway. He was open over thirty minutes late at this point, just because he was hoping she’d still show up. The bell jingled as the girl stepped through the shop door. Rob looked up from where he stood trying to look business like. He met her eyes and tried to think of what to say. She looked away from him nervously. “I… I thought I might be too late,” she said after a long moment of tense silence. “Nope.” Rob hoped his tone was light. “You just caught me. I was just getting ready to lock up.” “You don’t mind if I browse while you’re closing up?” Same old routine. No mention of what he’d said the last time they’d meant. She was pretending everything was normal. He shrugged. “Not at all. Take your time.” She shot him a sideways look, and there was no mistaking the mischievous glint in her eye. “Here, I’ll lock the door for you,” she offered. He watched as she flipped the lock. There was a roller shade on the top of the door that he almost never used. After a moment’s consideration she pulled the shade down as well. The entire front of his store was windows, of course. She couldn’t shade them from all eyes out on the street. But it had been raining nearly all day and although it had finally stopped, it was still dreary and unpleasant outside. No one was out walking the street; hardly any cars were going by. They were essentially alone. Rob watched in silence as she did her usual routine, casually moving from one group of stacked records to another. She flipped through, looking more carefully from time to time at a record of interest. Damn, he thought with disappointment. She’s going to be good today. He was openly watching her. He didn’t see any sense in pretending to be preoccupied by work. She wasn’t here for records, that much he knew for sure. She was curious, at least. Or bored. Or something. He refused to think of the possibility that he most hoped was true. That she liked him, as he liked her. That she was attracted to him. That maybe the thought of him spanking her hadn’t repelled her the way she’d acted like it had. That maybe the threat of a spanking from him had been part of what made her come back. She glanced over her shoulder at him and an impish smile flashed over her face. “So, I guess I shouldn’t do this with the records, right?” Asking this, she dislodged one LP from its place on the shelf and put it in front of the next stack over. Rob’s eyebrows rose. “That’s right. You definitely should not do that. We talked about that.” She nodded, slowly rolling her hips as she ambled through the aisle. Today she wore a long gypsy style skirt in varying shades of turquoise. Her top was a gauzy white thing with ruffled sleeves and hem. Her small feet were in white sandals. A slim ankle bracelet of bells gave her a soundtrack as she walked. Glancing his way again, she said, “And this, I definitely shouldn’t do this, right?” This time she went through a row of albums, cocking them up at varying corners and generally making a big, ugly mess of the covers. Rob folded his arms over his chest. “No. Definitely you should not do that.” She nodded, a look of serious concentration on her face, as though she was really concentrating at memorizing his rules. She moved on further into the store, leaving her mess as it was. When she came to the end of the aisle, where he had displayed new LP’s available this week, she gathered them all up in a bundle and started putting them in her own disorder across the table. When she finished, she looked over at him, and this time he saw the way her eyes danced. “How about that? Is that something I shouldn’t do?” Rob shook his head. “We need to have ourselves a little meeting, I think,” he said. She watched as he rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt to the elbows. Then with an innocent gasp, she followed behind him, pouting prettily, as he took her wrist and led her back into his office in the back of the store. Her pout gave way to a smile when they entered his office. She glanced at him and wiggled her eyebrows. "What a surprise. It's as neat as a pin back here too." Rob shrugged. She elbowed him playfully, marking the first time she'd initiated physical contact. Her elbow was sharp but the result was a flash of electric warmth on his skin. A slow grin spread over his face. "What can I say? It's a part of me I guess." She nodded. "I know what you mean. Just with me, it's not neatness that's ingrained in who I am." He studied her for a moment, wondering about her. "So, um, let's start with your name. What's your name?" She laughed, a sound that was huskier than he would have guessed. "Oh, I guess that makes sense. If you're about to spank somebody, you might want to know their name." Her blue eyes danced with mirth, even after she'd stopped laughing. "It's Cari. I'm Cari." Rob nodded. "Nice to meet you Cari. I'm Rob." He stuck out his hand and she put her smaller one inside of his. She had on three silver bangle bracelets that clinked musically as they shook hands. "Nice to officially meet you, too." She took in a big, deep breath and pulled a face at him. "Oh, my gosh, what am I doing here? I must be crazy." "I thought you weren't coming back," he admitted. "I thought I scared you off." He shrugged. "I was so relieved when you walked through that door. Relieved and happy." "I was scared. Well, no, not exactly. I'm... nervous. I'm... curious. Sorta... excited?" She pulled a face again. "That's weird, right?" Cari shook her head. "I don't know. I... I, um... I thought all night about you and that moment you said you'd..." Her face lit up scarlet red. "Well, you know. I couldn't stop thinking about it. And then when I went to sleep last night I had the most erotic dream about it. About you." She wrinkled her nose. "You, um, doing that to me. And so, here I am, I guess." "I'm really glad you came back," Rob said. He looked down and realized suddenly that he was still holding her hand. They'd never let go after they'd stopped shaking hands. Her gaze followed his and she seemed equally surprised to find her hand still inside of his. He winked at her. "After we take care of our business, I want to hear all about that little dream of yours." There was that sexy, husky laugh again. God, just listening to that laugh was making him aroused. He couldn't imagine how he would keep from tearing her clothes off after he finished spanking her. There was a little love seat in his office. He tugged her towards it and she followed willingly, her eyes round and unwavering. "Be gentle," she whispered. Rob chuckled. "By definition, a spanking isn't gentle." He stopped at the sofa, turned to face her and tipped her chin up. "But I will be careful. And you just say, um... 'Neatness' if you need me to stop completely. Okay?" She laughed again, this time laying her forehead against his chest. "Okay. You got it. ‘Neatness.’ How appropriate." "Okay, then. Here we go." "Wait! Have you... Done this before?" "Um. No. Only in my own dreams. And I've read about it, online.” She nodded. She let out a shaky breath. "Okay.” She laughed nervously. “Well, I hope you read carefully mister! I hope you took good notes!” He squeezed her hand. Her eyes met his and for a moment all that mattered on Earth was them, and that room, and that moment. “Oh God, I’m shaking like a leaf! Just do it now! Before I change my mind!” Rob wasted no more time after that. He'd waited a long time for this chance and he wasn't going to prolong it any longer. In front of him was a pretty woman who seemed as attracted to him as he was to her AND she was consenting to being bottom up over his lap for a spanking. No one needed to tell him twice!
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