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DISCOVERING SPANKING
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Detective Susie On The Case
Chapter 1: Collecting the Evidence
A rumor had been circulating in the neighborhood of an event involving one of the local men and a young woman who was visiting him. Like a game of Chinese whispers, this rumor soon took off into a life of its own, each time being embellished further and further away from the truth. There was some truth to the rumor, but no one knew exactly how much of it was true.
Susie had heard of this rumor, and she was a very curious cat to know whether it was true or not. The rumor involved a friend of hers, Lisa, and try as she might, Lisa remained tight-lipped about the whole affair, like she was keeping a deep, dark secret.
Susie thought of the rumor going around, and she couldn’t understand Lisa’s take on it. If that had been her, she would have made it abundantly clear that it wasn’t true, but Lisa didn’t do that. Instead, she just used ambiguous terms whenever the subject was brought up. Statements like ‘People do like to gossip’ or ‘Everyone is frequently trying to get in other people’s business.’ She never outright confirmed nor denied what had supposedly occurred, nor did it seem to bother her that people were gossiping. Susie simply had to find out for herself. It was time to put on her detective hat.
Susie knew Mr. Johnson from the neighborhood, though not so much as a friendly face to say hi to every morning or quickly make some small talk on the way past his house. She never took him for that type of man, ever. If she had, she would have spent far more time getting to know him. But no, it couldn’t really be true, could it? She had to find out for herself.
Each day she would go on her walk, but rarely was she able to talk to him whenever he was in his yard. What she wanted to ask him couldn’t be shouted from a distance; it had to be asked up close, like the little secret that it was.
She had walked past his house perhaps a dozen times, each time hoping that he would be close enough to the fence, but he never was; he always seemed to be out of arm’s reach. That is, until that one fateful day.
This was the day! Detective Susie was going to get to the bottom of this malarkey.
As she approached, she could already see him from a distance; he was tending to his garden, right by the fence. Susie was elated; she would finally get a chance to ask him in person whether the rumor was true. She desperately wanted to know; it was important to her.
With a smile on her face, she sauntered by on the path outside of Mr. Johnson’s house, ready to greet him cheerfully. His back was to her as Susie neared, but that didn’t deter her.
“Hi, Mr. Johnson.” She greeted him warmly.
He turned his head and was pleasantly surprised to see the young woman from the neighborhood.
“Hello, Susie, what are you up to today?” He asked in reply.
“Just going out for my daily walk. It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?”
Yes, indeed, it was a lovely day. It is always a lovely day when a neighbor stops by for some small talk. There was one problem for Susie; how was she going to be able to muster up the courage to ask him if the rumor was true?
They briefly spoke about the weather, politics, and the state of one of the gardens in the neighborhood, but she couldn’t find the right segue into what she really wanted to ask him. This situation changed when Mr. Johnson seemed to indicate that he needed to get back to finishing his self-imposed task for the day. It was now or never for the budding young sleuth.
“Mr. Johnson,” she said, “may I ask you something?”
“Sure thing,” he replied. “What’s on your mind?”
“This question may sound rather peculiar, but are you aware that there is this rumor going around the neighborhood about you?”
“People say the darndest things, Susie, nothing but busybodies not minding their own business.”
“But doesn’t it bother you what they say? I mean, it sounds rather personal, if you don’t mind me saying. I would for sure want to put a stop to the rumors if they weren’t true, if it were me.”
“I can’t control how people spend their time, Susie; if they want to spend it gossiping about me, then so be it, and it doesn’t bother me.”
He was doing the same thing that the blasted Lisa had been doing, neither confirming nor denying the rumor to be true. It was so infuriating, but she wasn’t leaving that spot until she knew the truth, so she flat-out asked him.
“Is the rumor true, Mr. Johnson? Did you really do that?” she requested.
It was the strangest question to ask, outside in the open air no less. Not that anyone could hear her, but still, it wasn’t like they were sitting at a kitchen table discussing this topic. Then again, perhaps that was the thrill of it, knowing that people might be watching from afar; it added a little bit of excitement to the discussion.
The look on Susie Brown’s face was priceless when the answer came; did Mr. Johnson just say that he DID, in fact, give her friend Lisa a birthday spanking? Ever since she had heard this rumor a few weeks ago, she had been curious about it, perhaps knowing that her own 20th birthday was just a week away, so she shyly started to ask him how it came to be that he spanked her. Was Susie trying to get an idea of what a birthday spanking might entail to satisfy that curiosity of hers?
Her face couldn’t get any redder if she tried, as she asked. “How did the spanking come about?”
“Oh, that was easy. I knew it was her birthday, so I asked her if she had had her birthday spanking yet. When she said no, I told her that I would gladly give her one if she wanted me to.”
Susie thought long and hard for a moment. This rumor must have been going around for months. Lisa’s birthday was 6 months ago already; how come she only heard about this rumor recently?
Still, she was very intrigued by this discrepancy in her thoughts. What type of girl would willingly bend herself over the lap of a man for a birthday spanking, and at her age? Lisa is just a few months older than Susie is herself; what on earth would make her bend over and stick her bottom up in the air, ready for a stern man to spank those cheeks until they were bright red? Those naughty, bare bottom cheeks were clearly designed for spanking. Focus, Susie, focus.
“So, um, I guess you gave her 20 playful taps, or something? I’m just taking a guess here.” She asked, with her mind full of the sight of a naughty bare bottom getting spanked.
Mr. Johnson smiled at the blushing Susie, and he began to provide her with every little detail she seemed to be seeking, with a devilish grin on his face. “Well, Susie, we were in my living room, near to where my dining table is. I grabbed one of the chairs and put it in the middle of the room, and then Lisa went over my knee, just like a bad little girl does. Next was the fun part, though. I pulled her skirt all the way up her back, and I started patting the seat of her panties, and I told her that she was lucky that she was only getting a birthday spanking, because if she were getting a real one, she would be a sorry young lady. The poor little thing was squirming all over my lap, and I hadn’t even started her birthday spanking yet. So anyway, I gave her 20 firm whacks, one for each year of her age, followed by one for luck and one to grow on, and that was that, a well-spanked little girl with a red bottom standing in front of me trying to rub the sting out.”
Susie almost fainted at such a vivid description of a naughty girl getting an actual spanking, just like she had always imagined. What a vision Susie had in her mind.
“Didn’t she mind that you saw her panties?” She murmured.
“I’m pretty sure she wasn’t thrilled about it, but I firmly believe that when a girl goes over my knee for a spanking, she should at least feel like she is being spanked, even if it is just a birthday spanking. And poor little Lisa was wearing these tiny nylon bikini panties, so they didn’t offer her much protection at all. They were the cutest things that really accentuated her curves, and you should have seen them ripple and flutter every time my hand smacked them; it was the most delightful sight to behold,” he said as he laughed.
With her cheeks burning from her blush, Susie replied playfully, “That must have been positively awful for her, being spanked at her age.”
He winked back. “She didn’t seem to mind TOO much. If she did mind, she wouldn’t have been so sassy during her spanking.”
Detective Susie was taking all kinds of notes in her head; she was close to solving the case, but she felt that she needed to see the evidence first. A good detective always ensures that they visit the scene of the spanking, er, crime.
During the next two encounters where Susie saw Mr. Johnson in the garden, she didn’t make any mention of her upcoming birthday, but she did pay close attention to the size of his lap and the size of his hands. On the morning of the day before her birthday, she took her shower and got herself ready for the day; instinctively, upon opening her drawer, she selected a thin pair of white nylon panties. She blushed as she pulled the flimsy material up over her butt and studied it in the mirror, imagining what Mr. Johnson was going to see.
Susie knew immediately that she would imitate Lisa’s choice of panties as soon as Mr. Johnson had informed her of the type of panties Lisa was wearing the day she was spanked and how much he enjoyed spanking her naughty bottom over them. No wait, what was she thinking? There was no way he was going to spank her.
Next, she chose a short, flared skirt, one that wouldn’t take much to lift up, as she demonstrated once again in the mirror. Just in case she also had to endure the humiliating experience being over his lap. He wouldn’t do that to little old me, would he? She pondered.
As she walked towards Mr. Johnson’s house that morning, like she did every day, she convinced herself that a spanking wasn’t going to happen; after all, that’s silly, even if it was her 20th birthday tomorrow.
As Susie approached the house, she could see him in the garden already; only this time she didn’t just wave and say hi as she was passing. This time she stopped at his fence and started talking to him. If he didn’t come over now, then she would try and catch him on the way back, but thankfully he started to edge closer as he made small talk about the weather.
They talked for a few minutes before Susie completely chickened out, even going as far as starting to walk away. All of a sudden, she stopped, turned around, and, with a blushing face, said, “I have to finish my walk early today so that I can get home and get changed; my friends are taking me out for my birthday dinner tonight.”
“It’s your birthday, Susie, and you didn’t mention it?” Mr. Johnson smiled and asked, “Did you get your birthday spanking yet?”
With her face bright red, Susie replied, “Not yet, but I was hoping maybe I would get one later from my friends.”
“I can give you a birthday spanking right now if you want one?”
Mr. Johnson was a wise old man. Susie’s earlier questions regarding Lisa’s birthday spanking let him know pretty early on that she was interested in the subject, and what a coincidence that she showed up at his house on her birthday, wearing a short, flared skirt, no less.
“Oh, I’m not sure,” she responded coyly. “That sounds awfully embarrassing, I must say.”
Opening his gate, he ushered her in. “Why don’t we go inside and talk about it?”
Susie shrugged but dutifully followed him inside his house.
“That’s quite a coincidence that we were talking about Lisa getting her birthday spanking just the other day, isn’t it?” He teased her.
“It is, I guess.” She replied. “I just wanted to know whether or not the rumor was true, you know; I didn’t want anyone thinking badly about you or anything.”
“I don’t think there is really anything that bad about giving a young woman a birthday spanking, but people do like to gossip. In fact, some women might well enjoy something like that.”
The temperature in Susie’s face was rising. Who on earth would ever enjoy something like that, she thought to herself? Perish the thought.
Susie then watched as Mr. Johnson pulled the chair out from his dining table and moved it into the middle of the room. Was Detective Susie finally going to get to see the evidence? Her stomach was flipping rapidly as he sat down.
“So what’s it to be, Susie?” he asked. “Are you ready to join the birthday spanking club?”
Susie felt helpless as he guided her over his lap, like a little child with her bottom sticking up in the air. Mr. Johnson wasted no time in pulling her skirt right up, so far that the bottom of her back was also bare. She was so embarrassed, a grown man getting to see her bottom like this, encased in the smallest of panties.
Mr. Johnson chuckled, “Did you and Lisa go panty shopping together, or are little white nylon panties the in thing now?”
She couldn’t believe that he was talking about her panties, nor that his hand was placed firmly upon them. It was purely a coincidence that she had specifically chosen to wear these panties today; it didn’t even cross her mind that they would be exposed for a spanking. Pure coincidence it was.
Mr. Johnson asked her one more question: “Do you remember that I lectured Lisa first?”
“Yes, Mr. Johnson.”
“Very well then, we shall begin.”
Mr. Johnson began to spank each panty-clad cheek in turn throughout his pre-spanking lecture. “Now then, Susie, you are a very lucky girl that all you are getting today is a birthday spanking, because if I had you over my knee for a proper spanking, you would be a sorry little girl.”
She had no idea how many times his hand had just come down on her little bubble butt, but each panty-covered cheek was beginning to feel the warmth beneath it. What was really strange, though, was that she no longer minded as much. Yes, she felt every smack, but it wasn’t exactly bad. In fact, now that the lecture was over, she was almost disappointed that all that was left was her birthday spanks.
Mr. Johnson addressed her one more time as he rubbed his hand over her bottom. “Now, Susie, are you ready for your birthday spanks, or are you going to be like Lisa and need me to repeat what I just said?”
For the first time a smile came over her face as she looked over her shoulder, almost giggling as she saw her scantily clad bottom sticking up in the air. “That’s hardly fair, Mr. Johnson. My bottom is already burning, and you are asking me if I want you to spank me some more?”
“Oh, this isn’t spanking, Susie,” he said as he resumed warming her panty-clad bottom. “This is just a few playful swats between friends.”
Susie giggled and kicked her legs in a playful manner as his hand came down over and over on her bottom. “Ouch, that’s not fair. I’m not going to be able to sit down at dinner tonight if you keep spanking me.”
Mr. Johnson continued to smile as he looked down at the now blushing pink bottom cheeks; he figured he should probably stop now and give the little sprite her birthday spanks, but like Lisa before her, Susie wasn’t exactly complaining as her bottom was spanked. He stopped and looked at her bottom, her panties completely disheveled and her pink cheeks glowing. Susie looked over her shoulder, first at her bottom and then straight into Mr. Johnson’s eyes. It was the same look that Lisa had given him the first time he spanked her the day after her birthday and the spanking after that. It was the look of a young woman unsure whether the spanking was going to continue or not.
All that remained were the 20 spanks for her birthday that had her giggling like crazy. After the spanks were over, a strange thing happened.
When Susie first had her skirt lifted, she was horrified that this man could see her panties, but now, she did not have a care in the world as she held her skirt up and rubbed the sting out of her bottom, her panty-covered butt on full display. Of course she could have let her skirt fall and then rubbed her bottom, but what fun would that be?
“I guess you had better go and get ready to see your friends.”
“There is plenty of time for that; I need to finish my walk first and probably rub some lotion on my bottom.” She joked.
The time went by, and finally she got ready to leave, but not before Mr. Johnson told her that if she came back tomorrow, he would have a gift for her.
Susie smiled and replied, “It’s not another spanking, is it?”
It seems like Detective Susie hasn’t completely solved the case just yet, after all.
Chapter 2: Solving the Crime
After a late night out with friends the night before, it was a late morning start for Susie. She had breakfast and then dove into the shower to freshen up. It was time to get dressed and prepare herself for her early afternoon walk. She smiled to herself as she pulled the pink nylon material up over her bottom. When Susie had talked to Mr. Johnson yesterday, she hadn’t even told him that her actual birthday was today; she had simply told him she was going out with friends for her birthday. Susie didn’t specify that she and her friends were going out one day earlier than her actual birthday was.
Instead of a skirt, this time Susie opted for a pair of pink shorts to match her panties, of course. As she pulled them on, a thought crossed her mind. If she had worn shorts yesterday, she would have probably kicked them off during her spanking. How awful that would have been, to leave her in nothing but a t-shirt and a pair of panties! She definitely needs to wear shorts today, then.
Susie felt like the bubbliest girl in town; she had a real spring in her step as she headed towards Mr. Johnson’s house. I mean, he did say to stop by, right? He said he would have something for her.
As was the routine every day, when Susie approached Mr. Johnson’s house, he was already outside working in his yard. He spotted Susie early and waved to her as she approached, then walked to the fence to greet her. He reaffirmed that he had something for her in the garage, so the two of them walked up the path where her surprise awaited.
The garage itself was more of a workshop than a traditional garage, for it was here where Mr. Johnson conducted his hobby. It was unbeknownst to most people, but he liked to create wood carvings, and one he had completed recently he wanted to give to Susie for her birthday.
It was quite the surprise to her when he handed her a carving of an elk on a small patch of grass. Something quite unique and completely unexpected. After talking for a while, he invited her in for a cool drink, and they then made their way into the kitchen of the house. After preparing some lemonade, they headed to the dining room table, a place quite familiar to Susie from less than 24 hours ago.
The playful atmosphere of the day before was still there, but there was a more mature tone to Mr. Johnson’s voice today. Once they were sat down, he wanted to know why she had been so curious to learn whether the rumor she had heard about him was true or not.
This question was tough for Susie; it was like her detective work was being rumbled, but she tried her hardest to appear mature. There was a genuine concern for his reputation that was at the forefront of her mind; it wasn’t only about the potential of having her bottom spanked. She tried to convey this feeling to him, while obviously leaving the spanking part out of it.
“Well, Mr. Johnson,” she began, “I really was concerned with the way people were discussing you. It was like they were painting you out to be some kind of weirdo or something, and I really didn’t like it. I’m not one to judge, and I wanted to show you some support, just in case the rumors made you feel bad.”
Mr. Johnson was happy with her kind words, and he let his guard down a little bit from the game the two of them had obviously been engaging in.
“It was a little difficult at first,” he replied, “but if the only rumor going around is that I gave Lisa a birthday spanking, then that seems relatively harmless in the grand scheme of things. The busybodies might not have had every single detail right, but there are far worse rumors that they could spread.”
Detective Susie thought that she had solved the crime, but the new witness statement gave her pause when she realized that she may have overlooked some vital details. Inquisitively, she followed up.
“What do you mean when you say that they didn’t have all of the details right?” she asked.
“Let me ask you, Susie, what was the rumor that you heard?”
“I thought we covered that. The rumor was that you gave Lisa a birthday spanking, and you confirmed that to me yesterday, quite literally.”
“And it is one hundred percent true; I did indeed give Lisa a birthday spanking, just as I described and just as I demonstrated.”
Susie was a little confused. “Then why do you say that they didn’t have every single detail right?”
“I will explain it to you. Six months ago I had some fun with Lisa, and I gave her a birthday spanking. However, there is a bit of a catch, I’m afraid to say. The rumor only started a couple of months ago, presumably when a nosy busybody was either at my door or perhaps saw shadows in the window; I’m not entirely sure which. When that person started to gossip and spread the rumor, they obviously assumed I was giving Lisa a birthday spanking. That’s why it didn’t bother me, because many months earlier, I did indeed give Lisa a birthday spanking; it just wasn’t at the same time that they thought I was giving Lisa a birthday spanking.”
Susie furrowed her brow, trying to process the information he had just given her. It was like a jigsaw puzzle that she was trying to put together. It took her a minute before the pieces fell into place.
“Wait, so you’re saying that the rumor that you were giving Lisa a birthday spanking was incorrect, but as you had given her one previously, it was still the truth? What would make them start the rumor months after the fact?”
She was really close to cracking the case, but she still hadn’t discovered the smoking gun. It was right there, though; her mind was racing at full speed, and it was on the tip of her tongue. The light bulb finally went off.
“Hang on,” she continued. “Are you saying someone heard you spanking her and they assumed it was her birthday spanking?”
Detective Susie had her hand on the handle; she only needed to open the door.
“That’s exactly how the rumor started.” He grinned.
Susie was stunned; she had solved the case, but she still needed a motive.
“What on earth were you spanking her for then?” she asked.
Mr. Johnson laughed; he was about to reveal the secret.
“Every now and then, whenever Lisa is feeling a little stressed, she comes over to see me and gets her bottom spanked. This is similar to a release of endorphins. Nothing serious, just a good smacked bottom to help relieve the stress.”
Susie blushed a deep red. Not only had she solved the case of the rumored birthday spanking, but she also solved her own case as to why she found herself sitting there in her little shorts, knowing full well that they needed to be pulled down for a sound spanking. It was difficult to talk now that the case was solved. Mr. Johnson wasn’t the defendant after all; he was the judge, jury, AND executioner.
With a nod of the head and a blushing face, she responded, rather meekly, “I understand.”
All of a sudden it felt like the roles had reversed, and now Mr. Johnson was the detective.
“Which brings us to now, Susie.” He stated, “After what happened yesterday, why do you find yourself here today?”
There was no way she was going to say it, absolutely no way in hell. Whatever would he think if she answered him honestly? He was going to have to try much harder than that to get her to break; who does he think he is?
“I guess for the same reason Lisa was here.” She replied.
So much for that; she cracked straight away and sang like a canary. With a nod of the head, Mr. Johnson scooted his chair around, then patted his lap.
“No time like the present, Susie.”
How could he have so much power over her? Why is she finding herself standing up and walking to his side? Only she knows, but it is something she has thought about for a very long time.
As Susie stood beside him, Mr. Johnson reached out to tug at her shorts. Susie continued to blush as he freed them and watched them drop to the floor. Now she was standing there just as she had imagined, in just a t-shirt and a pair of panties, with her shorts puddled at her feet. It was an enthralling feeling, but not quite as good as the feeling when he grabbed her arm and pulled the young detective across his lap.
Mr. Johnson surveyed his target. A thin layer of pink nylon partially covered the two lily-white bubbles. He grinned at the sight; Susie was indeed like Lisa, as he had suspected all along. He gave each nylon-covered cheek a hearty smack and then addressed her.
“I’m going to spank you now, young lady, and after a while I am going to pull your panties down and spank your bare bottom. I will let you know when I am about to do it, but just know that you can say no. If you say no, I will finish your spanking over your panties. Are we clear?”
“Yes, sir.” She replied but almost chastised herself. Where the hell did ‘Sir’ come from?
It was too late now; Mr. Johnson’s hand went up and landed firmly on her right cheek and then her left. There was no playful opening like there had been yesterday; this time he was spanking continuously in a steady cadence, alternating cheeks as he did and holding onto the writhing young woman.
Susie, for her part, had a vision earlier that morning, one where her shorts would be kicked off during the spanking. It had come to fruition; her shorts were long gone, and she was kicking her legs in a vain attempt to avoid the blows landing on her bottom. Hard, stinging blows that were causing her to yelp and whimper. It was everything that she wanted and then some.
Being as experienced as Mr. Johnson was, he watched her bottom glow in color. Susie’s panties were mythical, really; sure, she was wearing them, but she wasn’t exactly getting spanked over them. The flimsy nylon had worked its way up her bum, and her cheeks were almost entirely bare; their only purpose really was for her modesty. Of course, it is difficult to be modest with her bottom sticking up in the air, getting soundly spanked.
Mr. Johnson seemed to know exactly what she wanted and needed. He wasn’t severe; this application was just a plain old spanking. Certainly it hurt; there wouldn’t be any point if it didn’t, but it wasn’t cruel by any means. After a minute of turning her bottom bright pink, the moment of truth had arrived. Susie was about to hear the words that she never once thought she would hear in person, but that moment had, in fact, arrived. Mr. Johnson paused, ever so briefly.
“Now, Susie, I am going to pull your little panties down, and I am going to give you a spanking on your bare bottom.”
Susie couldn’t believe it. She didn’t want it to happen, but at the same time, she wanted to have no say in the matter; it was something that she had thought about for as long as she could remember. She bit her bottom lip in embarrassment as she felt his fingers enter the waistband, and then almost as if in slow motion, he pulled them down to her knees. It was ecstasy, pure bliss. She was now lying over a man’s lap with her bare bottom on display for the first time in her life. She felt his arm pull her in closer, and he resumed, in earnest this time.
From the tops of her thighs to the crown of her bottom, Mr. Johnson spanked her all over. At one point he delivered ten consecutive spanks where her buttocks met her thighs, which caused Susie to clench and cry out in pain, and then he would resume on the fleshy part of her bottom. He knew exactly what he was doing; this increased rhythm was going to be the most uncomfortable change of pace for her. Just when she was tolerating the spanks on her bottom, he would return to the tops of her thighs; the poor thing had no idea where she was going to be spanked next.
All in all, Susie had been spanked for about 4 minutes, start to finish, and now Mr. Johnson had completed his task. Susie was breathing in air as the warmth of her bottom started to glow; it was a beautiful shade of red. After letting her compose herself for 30 seconds, Mr. Johnson did the gentlemanly thing and pulled her panties back up, at least getting them as far as he could from that position. Susie stood up and fixed them properly once she was able to.
Susie had tears in her eyes. The tears were not from any pain that she suffered and not from the spanking itself. They were tears of elation. She had always wanted to be spanked just like that. The previous day had been a little taste of what might be, and today, she got everything that she wanted. There was no rubbing; she simply sat on Mr. Johnson’s lap and hugged him and then held onto him until her endorphins had subsided.
Once it was over, Susie reveled in the warmth that permeated her backside; it was the most exhilarating feeling. She almost didn’t want to leave, but she felt a little self-conscious about being underdressed at that moment. Susie reached for her shorts and gingerly pulled them up over her well-spanked, panty-clad bottom.
The biggest grin came over her face as she addressed Mr. Johnson.
“Thank you so much; I have wanted one of those for the longest time.”
He returned the smile. “I got that feeling when you started asking questions about it.”
It was about to be the most wonderful, platonic relationship that a girl could wish for. He would be a good friend, but one who would put her across his knee when the time came to give her a good spanking. Could life get any better for her?
Final verdict: Susie Brown… GUILTY, as charged!
