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Hi there ! My names Sue-Anne and I want you to know right off that I'm not a bad girl. Honest I'm not. I'm a good girl. Sweet 18 and almost never been kissed. I get straight A's at college and I'm like *the* most popular girl in my class. But I had this little bit of bother yesterday. I was doing some chores for our neighbor, Mr Grosch. He's this grumpy old guy who lives by himself. He's got this totally incomprehensible German accent, like Arnold Schwarzeneggar chewing super-glue. Anyway, I'd sweet-talked him into letting me work around his house because I need to make money. I'll be able to drive soon and mom says that if I can prove I'm saving hard she'll help me buy a car. Kewl ! So there I was after school that fateful summer afternoon, flicking a feather-duster over Mr Grosch's grungy abode, when I just happened to glance into his desk drawer. |
| Wow ! There was like a whole bunch of money just laying there in crumpled up old $5's and $10's. It didn't look like he'd miss a few, but I sure needed a boost to my car-savings plan. I was just stuffing a measly few bucks into my bra when I heard this loud roar of.. "THIEF".. behind me. Ohmigod .. it was Mr Grosch and he'd caught me ! Well the old miser was royally pissed for some reason best known to himself. He was going to tell my mom, which would've meant no car and grounding until the next millenium. I batted my eyes and begged him not to tell mom, which was about when the word 'spanking' came up. Spanking ? Good lord, which century was this old nazi from ? Did people still do primitive stuff like that ? My mom and dad had never spanked me but how bad could a few swats on the ass be ? So I agreed. |  |
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He shut the blinds and closed the door, at which point I started to get a little nervous. Well you would, wouldn't you ? He sat on the couch and pointed a stubby finger down at his lap. Eh ? Crikey, I hope he didn't expect me to do something rude to him ! "Get over my knee bad girl and I give you spanks" .. he growled in his stupid German accent. Phew ! Major relief ! Thats OK then ! So I kind of meekly sidled over and stood beside him, fingering the hem of my little school skirt. He'd been gardening and he had on this sweaty old under-shirt and baggy khaki shorts. Grisly grey whiskers too. Yuckity yuck ! I lowered myself gingerly across his lap and tried to settle down in the unfamiliar position. I felt his hand rest on the back of my legs, then he was lifting my tartan skirt right up over my waist. Major embarrassment ! I gritted my teeth. Thank god no-one would ever know about this. |
| The first smack made me jump like I'd sat on a hot stove. God damn it hurt ! I wriggled around to look at him and said politely "Is that it Mr Grosch ?" . He just laughed. Well it was more than enough for me, so I started to get up but he pushed me back down over his lap and held me there while I fought to get free. Then the spanking really started. The little white cotton panties I was wearing were totally no protection at all. All that gardening must've toughened his hand up or something because it felt like a great big old hard wooden paddle. He whacked my bottom again and again, muttering "Bad girl learn lesson" in that thick German accent as he did. Thank goodness the door was closed, because I was wailing like a banshee. |  |
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