Summer Heat

[stephanie4f]

Summer Heat:

There are a lot of actual, true events in this story. Names have been changed.


The summer was winding down and Melissa was holding one of her last pool parties. “Girl’s Afternoon Out” was how she liked to think of it. Although many of the parties were legendary lasting well into the next morning.

She invited all the girls from the office and a few choice neighbors for a cookout, margaritas, cosmos, and other cocktails. Most of the women brought homemade dishes and others brought tequila, gin, vodka, and a variety of other liquors and beer.

Melissa was an executive at one of the largest digital companies in the state and most of the women she invited had successful careers as well. One of the new women invited this year was Janet Simmons who recently moved into the neighborhood. She was a single lady recovering from a divorced. At 29, she was younger than most of the ladies but Melissa thought she’d fit in perfectly.

The pool area was spacious. Cabanas circled a large, multi-level pool with a mini-waterfall. The patio had a full bar with several whirling mixers, a world-class grill, four large tables, and 10 lounge chairs. The music was classic rock mixed in with current pop songs that had the women swaying and performing their own dance steps with no apparent partner.

The fashion du jour was casual. Some wore silk wraps around a two-piece swimsuit while others preferred shorts and a t-shirt and brought their swim apparel to change in a cabana.

The party was in high gear. The new girl, Janet, was taking on the duties of the bartender and was generous in her liquor to mixer ratio. Shots were lined up along the bar ready for any willing participant. The line had been three deep and the kept coming back for more.

Melissa looked on as she watched Janet lead the charge of encouraging four ladies to join her in a shot of tequila. Then another. And another. Usually these parties were more civilized. But today, as Melissa surveyed the patio and pool area, the women were more animated and vocal. Whoops and shrieks pierced the suburban skies. When Melissa looked over to the pool area she discovered the reason for the loud reaction. Rhonda Lyons had removed her bikini top and was sitting on the shoulders of another neighbor, Sue Ryan. It didn’t go unnoticed to Melissa that they were two of the four women who had just thrown back four shots of CaboWabo. She had to calm down the situation.

Janet was instructing two ladies how to perform a “body shot” when Melissa walked up to the bar.

“Janet, can I speak to you for a second?” Melissa said as she walked behind the bar.

“In a minute, this is going to be great. Watch.” Janet said still watching the two women maneuvering their bodies.

“No. Now.” Melissa commanded.

Janet looked shocked and said: “Sure. What’s up?”

“This has to stop, Janet. These women are getting out of control.”

“And this is my fault? They’re your friends. They’re having a good time. What’s the problem?” Janet responded.

“The problem is they have to drive home and I’d be libel for their actions.” Melissa said with a tone that froze the air.

“Lighten up. It’s early. As soon as they get some food in them they’ll be fine. Let them have their fun. It’s a party. Here. Let’s do a shot.” Janet said reaching for the bottle of tequila.

“No. And I think you’d better take it easy as well. You’re drinking much too much yourself.” Melissa admonished.

“Whoa. Ok. Now, I’ll take some of the responsibility for pouring the drinks but when it comes to what I do, that’s my business. You’re not my mother, Melissa. I’m a grown woman and I know what I’m doing. Now, if you’d be so kind, I think some of your guests would like a drink.” Janet walked away from Melissa and returned to her duties. “What can I get you bitches?” Laughs and “I love this girl, Melissa. Where have you been keeping her?” another guest shouted in the direction of Melissa.

Melissa bit her lip and walked to the pool area. Three women were now topless and screeching. Thank God her property was private but she was still uncomfortable with the tone of her party. She was also a bit uncomfortable in her clothes. She was wearing Capri pants and a blouse. The temperature was in the 80’s and it was humid.

All of a sudden the music stopped. Melissa turned around to see Janet putting in a CD. A loud thump of a bass drum echoed through the patio and a hip-hop beat shook the deck. More screeches and whistles as the women now writhed and shook every body part. What worried Melissa were the words that were being sung and spoken: “bitches, ho’s, booty,” etc. This was turning into an after-hours club. But the women were having fun.

But then, the loudest whistle came from the bar area and there was Janet standing on the bar with a bottle of tequila in one hand and her top in the other.

“Ok, bitches, let’s get this party started.” She screamed. “Show me what you got”.
The women clamored and cackled and four more ladies stripped to the waist and began to grind against one another. Melissa was furious. She ran to the bar.

“Get down from there this instant.” She said grabbing Janet’s ankle.

Janet looked down at Melissa. “Come on, girl, loosen up. It’s your party.” She continued to dance and Melissa walked behind the bar and turned off the music.

Boos and moans of disappointed followed.

Melissa walked over to the pool area and addressed the topless ladies: “Come on now, girls, we can have a good time with out all of this craziness. LuAnn, Sheila, Donna, put your tops back on for God’s sake. Act your age.” Melissa shouted.

The tone of the party assumed a deafening silence.

Janet jumped off the bar and walked over to the pool. She decided to take over. “Ladies are we here to party or what?”

But all of a sudden it felt like someone had sprayed the attendees with a dose of maturity.

“This is bullshit. We came here to party. Melissa, you need to chill.” And with that she pushed the older lady into the pool. The inhale of air from the other party goers was audible. Then the laughter exploded. Applause was mixed in but Melissa was furious.

She was soaked and her clothes kept her from getting out of the pool as quickly as she would’ve liked. But eventually she got out dripping and marched over to Janet who was laughing as she took another swig of tequila.

Melissa waited for Janet to finish then grabbed her by the wrist and yanked her by the arm to a chair near the bar. The older woman flipped the girl over her knee. “I know you said I wasn’t your mother but if I was, girl, this is exactly what I’d do.”

With that exclamation, Melissa flipped up the silk sarong and reveal a round, full bottom bisected by a thin piece of material: a thong.

SMACK!!!!!!

The slap rang out followed by a yelp. Janet was too stunned to react. But the next volley of the woman’s flat palm on her tender bottom got her attention.

“What are you doing? Ow. This hurts. Owwww. Melll…….”

“You are not going to ruin this party.” Melissa said as she continued to slap the girl’s cheeks as they turned from pink to red. Janet began to kick and twist. “Mellissa, it hurts. Ow! Mel…..”

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The woman’s arm pistoned up and down the drunken, topless woman and the audience was treated to a spanking that they’d never forget.

“I will not tolerate your disrespect and utter lack of judgment in my house or at my party. Am I making myself clear, girl?”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, you are. Please. I’m sorry.” Janet exclaimed.

Some of the women chuckled. Others whistled. While some women was in utter surprise and gasped.

“I haven’t started.” Melissa replied as she picked Janet up and put her over her right knee and secured the red-bottomed woman’s thighs with her left leg. “Now, let’s get to business. Donna. Give that.”

Donna was holding Jacari paddle that the ladies were using next to the bar. The woman froze then gave up the oval wooden paddle.

“I hope you remember this the next time you decide to corrupt some weak women at a party.’ Melissa glared at the women who were prey to Janet’s encouragement. They took a small step back as if they were next.

SPLAAAAAAAAAAAAAT!!!!!!!!! The sound of paddle meeting a tender, red bottom echoed through the property followed by a “Yeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwooooooww!!!!!”

The next minute was a mixture of sonorous whacks of wood and yelps from Janet. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please, Melissa….pllllllleeeeeeee……”

Melissa was a woman on a mission. She completely blistered the 29-year-old divorcee from the back of her thighs to the tops of her hips.

Janet tried in vain to wrench free from the strong, determined woman. The harder she struggled the more she realized she was getting excited. But the burning in her bottom was overwhelming and tears began to form in her eyes.

It was the last six that put Janet over the edge. She broke down and whimpered. “I’m sorry, Melissa. I really am. Please stop. I’ll be good. I’ll be good.” Janet sobbed as she slumped over the woman’s lap and pounded the tile with her small fists.

Melissa stopped and palmed the blistered, red cheeks. She squeezed gently and let the cathartic tears flow from the well-spanked troublemaker.

A burst of applause pierced the air. Melissa looked at her guests and smiled. She handed Donna the paddle.

“Ok, ok, it’s over. Sshhhhhhh. It’s ok.” She comforted.

Janet lay over her knee sobbing. She knew she was going to have to stand in front of everyone with a swollen, throbbing bottom. She tried drying her eyes when a hand gripped her arm and led her upright.

Janet stood and wobbled as Melissa hugged her tightly. More applause. The woman broke the embrace and took Janet’s chin between her thumb and forefinger and said: “I hope you learned a lesson, young lady. I won’t hesitate for one second to do it again. Understood?” Melissa thumbed a tear from Janet’s cheek.

“Ye-ye-yes, ma’am. I understand. I’m sorry.” Janet squeaked.

“Good girl. Now, turn around and apologize to everyone.” The glare in Melissa’s eyes told Janet to just do it.

A blush flowered on her cheeks that tried to match that on her bottom but failed miserably. “I’m sorry for encouraging you to be bad. I won’t ever do it again. I promise.” The contrite and well-chastised woman said as she tried to rub the four-alarm fire burning in your cheeks.

A new splash of applause erupted punctuated by a few whistles.

“Very good. Now let’s get you a drink.” Melissa said leading Janet to the bar.

The other women couldn’t take their eyes off of the two rolling, crimson cheeks swaying to the bar. A few of the women approached the two ladies with caution. “Wow.” “Are you ok? “ “Brave girl.”

Janet braved a smile and toasted Melissa: “To the first woman to ever take the time to put me in my place. Thank you.”

The friends of Melissa actually congratulated the hostess: “I’m glad somebody took her in hand.” “Good job.” “Remind me never to piss you off.” Etc.

The final shot of the party was enjoyed. The food was spread over the tables and sobriety was rearing its ugly head. Many of the women sat at the various tables while Janet stood eating her salad and applying an impromptu ice pack over her swollen globes.

On the side of the bar, Donna was holding the paddle and put her hand on the hard, flat surface. Her eyes were fixed on Melissa. The woman who’d just administered a purposeful and effective spanking that transformed a 29-year-old woman into a sobbing and squirming little girl.

Donna wanted to be that kicking and crying girl. She knew it in her mind and, at this moment, in her wet panties. The question was how was she going to get Melissa to give her the same attention she just gave Janet?

It happened. Only Donna got much more than she could ever imagine. It seems Melissa had quite a cadre of misbehaving neighbors who needed to be focused and redirected by more than just a palm and paddle.

Care to hear more about Melissa and the unfortunate women who find themselves over her knee and at the absolute mercy of an experienced disciplinarian?

[tajmahal]

Of course I care to hear more - sounds like Janet not only got her comeuppance, but something she didn't even realize that she really needed. I'm sure Donna only has to express some contrition at being one of the topless girls to get what she wants - and Janet will surely have a return trip to Melissa's lap. Great story, I hope you do have more!

[hairbrushedhubby]

Great story and well thought out, and yes, I would like more from you.

[f_deserves_the-paddle]

Don't WANT more as much as I NEED more of this. Please do post more, and often

[rayzstrap]

I would love to read more of what happened next.

[Often123]

Indeed so, more please!