For Old Time's Sake

[jamessc]

It must have been 1969 or 1970 when Robin and her family moved next door to us. She was the middle daughter, with one sister older and one younger. Two more children were born while they were there. My two brothers and I, plus a couple of sisters two doors down, were all the children in our little circle, so we were always in various groups coming and going here and there.

Robin was the one who seemed to have a little something for me. Skinny, with one tooth turned sideways (the result of a fall when she was younger), and quite the tomboy, she liked to follow me around wherever I went.

Even then, I had this spanking thing. I would offer Robin 50 or 75 cents to take a spanking, and she would put herself over my knee without hesitation, and usually with a big grin on her face. Of course, I didn’t spank all that hard, either, and it was always over her clothes.

In 1974, I graduated high school, and we moved away. I started college, and lost all contact with Robin and her family. But I could never forget her—especially those times over my knee.

Years went by, and I thought so many times about contacting her. Finally, I did something about it, and ran some ads in places like Craigslist and other online sources. One day, I got an email from her.

Apparently, she had been thinking about me as well. She was still in the same state I was, and we wrote a lot of emails. After a while, I suggested meeting her in one of the larger cities, and she agreed enthusiastically. She gave me the name of the motel she would be in, and I met her in the lobby.

She was still very slender, very much the girl she had been, but one thing was different. She had had that tooth fixed, as I noticed when she came and hugged me. “Mike!” she grinned. “So good to see you again after all these years!” “Same here, Robin,” I smiled. “Want to get a cup of coffee?” “Sure!” she whispered slyly.

We sat at the diner, hands around mugs of coffee, welcoming the warmth after coming through the late autumn air. We talked about this and that, about her family and mine, small talk, and so on. Then she reached for my hand and smiled mischievously. “I still think about it, you know.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You know,” she said, blushing a bit. “When you would…”

“Would what?” I responded.

“When you would spank me!” she exclaimed, but quietly. “And you really didn’t have to pay for it, either,” she added, squeezing my hand.

“You mean you wanted it?” I asked, grinning.

“Yes,” she replied. “It was one of the things I missed when you moved away.”

I sat speechless for a moment, taking it in. “I had no idea,” I said finally.

Robin sat making little circles on the back of my hand with her fingertip. “Mike,” she whispered, “would you do it just one more time…for old times’ sake?” Her eyes met mine, and I could read longing and hope in them.

“Sure,” I smiled. “Let’s go back to your motel.”

As we drove back, she reached for my hand, squeezed it, and smiled. “Thanks,” was all she said.

I entered the room first, then turned to find Robin with her back to the door. She grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me, hungrily. “C’mon,” she said, “let’s do it.”

The dinette chairs didn’t have arms, and I was glad for that. Picking one up by the back, I set it in the center of the room, right in front of the mirror. One of Robin’s shoes landed at my feet, followed by the other. Then her pants landed on top of them. I turned to look at her.

Standing there in her blouse and panties, she said, “You used to spank me like a little girl, Mike. Tonight, I want you to spank me like a woman!”

Grinning, I took her by the wrist and gently pulled her over my knee as I sat down. Placing my left hand in the small of her back, I made small circles over her panty-clad cheeks. They were firm, round, and smooth, just perfect for what we both wanted. “Almost seems a shame to spank such a pretty bottom,” I said teasingly.

“What’s the matter? Losing your nerve?” Robin teased back, wiggling her sassy little butt.

“Oh, that’s going to cost you, young lady!” I growled playfully. “Raise your hips.”

I could see her smiling in the mirror as she complied. Hooking my thumb in the waistband, I peeled her panties down to her knees, revealing a smooth, white canvas just perfect for the paint job I was about to apply. She shivered and giggled as I ran my fingertips over it.

I started slowly and gently, taking my time, so that she would be warmed up properly. Ten spanks to the center of each buttock were followed by a ring of smacks around the circumference of her lovely behind. Then I stopped to rub it in. “Ummm,” she said, “I’ve missed that!”

“Okay, Robin,” I said as I rubbed, “now we get down to it. Are you still game?”

“Why do you think I’m lying over your lap?” she grinned at our reflection in the mirror.

I let my hand do my talking as I began spanking again, harder. As the intensity increased, she began making little grunting noises and grabbing the chair rung with each smack. After a while, I stopped and rubbed some more, letting her calm down a bit. “Are you okay, Robin?” I asked. “Y-yes,” she said, with a little catch in her voice, “keep going.”

I started again, covering my canvas thoroughly as it went increasingly redder and warmer. By now, she had begun to wiggle and kick, but the word “stop” hadn’t been heard. I began focusing on her “sit spots,” where the buttocks joined the thighs, as well as just outside the lower end of the cleft. She sucked in her breath sharply and said “Ow!” several times as I spanked.

Her bottom was getting very red, and very much warmer. I began lowering the intensity of the spanks, and going slower, stopping to rub every few spanks. She’d been a game little trooper; I had to give her that.

Finally, I stopped. I kept rubbing for a bit. She’d been crying for the last few minutes; I stopped rubbing and helped her up. As soon as she was standing, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me again, then laid her head on my chest. I held her, stroked her hair, and wiped her tears with my handkerchief. “That was great,” she whispered, “one to remember.”

I held her until she was calm and collected again. “You were great, too,” I told her, “very brave.” She looked up and smiled, then pulled her panties gingerly back over her scorched backside. I handed her back her pants, and she slipped them on, too.

It was time to go; we both knew it. I walked to the door with my arm around her shoulders. As I reached the door, she kissed me again. ”Mike, don’t be a stranger, okay?” she whispered as she placed my hand on her still-warm buns and grinned. I was grinning myself all the way home.

[padded23]

very nice James!

[rayzstrap]

Great story, I loved it.