Today I am doing a rare cross-post with my daily upload over on DeviantArt. The reason is pretty simple, I am spamming my new eBook. Underneath the image you will find the first chapter of the first story from the new book. It is the maximum amount that I am allowed to share by Amazon.
The new eBook has gotten off to a wonderful start, and if it keeps this pace up it is likely to set a new record for most sales/downloads in its first month compared to my other eBooks.
I’m currently writing my next eBook and I already have 7,600 words written already. It is possible that the next eBook could be ready by the end of next week.
Enjoy the free story below. It is a complete spanking and it stands as a short spanking story in its own right. DISCOVERING SPANKING – BONUS STORIES.
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Chapter 1: Searching For a Spanking Paddle
The old country store came into view as Jessica drove down the narrow, weather-beaten road. The sun was shining brightly on the roof of the cabin-like structure. The young woman driving along that road was on a mission, and this store was apparently the place where she could find what she was seeking.
As Jessica pushed open the old store door, the bell above it chimed, echoing throughout the empty store. Her eyes scanned the busy aisles and then towards the unattended counter, but there was no sign of life. She didn’t pay too much mind to it; after all, this was Texas, and so someone was sure to appear soon enough.
Jessica’s mission today was to find one item that her sorority house desperately needed, the perfect spanking paddle. The house didn’t need something excessive, just something fun. The paddle needed to be small, with enough sting to keep the bratty sisters in check when the time was needed.
Her eyes scanned the aisles of the store, but the poor lass didn’t even know where to begin looking. Naturally, because of her mission, Jessica’s cheeks were flushing with embarrassment, and her nerves were jangling with each tentative step.
Suddenly, a voice, seemingly out of nowhere, spoke. “May I help you find something?”
A startled shiver went through the young woman’s body as she turned around. Behind her stood the tall store owner. He was older, perhaps in his mid-50s, and he sported a salt and pepper beard. A friendly smile adorned his face.
“Oh, hi,” Jessica stammered. “I was, um, just looking around for a paddle for my sorority. Rumor has it that you carry such items. Is that true?”
A hearty laugh came from the store owner. “Indeed we do, my dear. If it is a spanking paddle that you are looking for, you have come to the right place.”
Jessica’s blush grew even harder. He could have simply said ‘paddle’ without adding the dreaded ‘S’ word, she thought to herself. However, she tried to stay focused and on task. “Oh, great. We’re just looking for something fun, you know, something with a little zip to it to keep around the sorority house.”
With a reassuring smile, he gestured for Jessica to follow him up the last aisle against the back wall of the country store. Once they reached their destination, his arm swept like a matador, as if to showcase the ready-made shelf that was filled with various spanking paddles. “We have a wide variety here, from the playfully light ones all the way up to the more serious paddles.”
Jessica glanced at the array of paddles before her, scanning the shelf up and down. “You have so many choices, I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
The ever-knowing store owner simply smiled. “Allow me to offer you some advice. If you want a paddle that is both fun and gets the message across, you should probably try it out first.”
Jessica’s eyes appeared quizzical, like she was trying to digest the words he had just spoken. “How would I do that?” She asked innocently.
The store owner simply nodded, something that Jessica found rather strange. “Tell you what,” he said, “let me turn the door sign around and close the store for a little while, and I will show you.”
The unintuitive young woman simply followed along, unsure of what he meant. “Um, okay,” came her short response.
The store owner walked towards the front of the store, locked the entrance door, and then turned the door sign around from open to closed.
There was a wooden chair sitting at the end of the aisle, an item that Jessica had barely noticed when she was studying the array of paddles. Once the store owner returned, he picked up one of the small paddles and then took Jessica’s right arm by the wrist and led her to the end of the aisle. “Let’s give the paddle a test run, shall we? This will give you some idea about what you are considering purchasing.”
Disbelief swept over the young woman as the store owner sat down on the armless chair. Surely he wasn’t planning to spank her, was he?
The answer to that question came quickly. The store owner patted his jean-clad lap, looked the young miss dead in the eye, and then commandingly stated, “Over my lap you go.”
Jessica was caught like a deer in the headlights; she didn’t know what to do. She didn’t even know the guy’s name, and here he was telling her to bend over his lap like a naughty girl. Every instinct in her body told her to walk out of the store while flipping him the bird.
But she didn’t.
She had never even been spanked before, but somehow she knew the position that she was being ordered to adopt. Her heart was pounding, and as ridiculous as the request was, Jessica found herself bending right over the waiting lap, all the way over until her hands touched the floor. She had no earthly idea why she had done as he had requested, and her face burned from embarrassment as she lay there with her bottom sticking up high.
That embarrassment only increased when she felt his hand smack her bottom twice, before he had even addressed the reason that she was here today. With the chosen paddle in hand, he began talking.
“This is the spanking paddle that I recommend for your sorority. It is small and light, but it is more than adequate when it is applied to a naughty girl’s bottom.”
A look of shock appeared on Jessica’s face as she felt the paddle land smartly on the seat of her shorts. She yelped, but otherwise remained motionless. It landed again and again, with each swat radiating on the flesh below her clothing.
“Is this as effective as you were hoping it would be, young lady?”
He asked the question while still spanking away at the seat of her thin cotton shorts, something that was starting to make Jessica squirm a little bit as she gently yelped.
“Gosh, yes, this one has quite a sting to it.” She bravely replied.
“Good, I thought it might. However, I very much doubt that you bratty girls will be spanking each other over your shorts, will you? So, let’s get these shorts down so that you can really get a sense of what it feels like.”
It was such a presumptuous thing for him to say, and Jessica began to decline the offer. “I would rather you… oh boy. Seriously, I already have an idea what the paddle feels like.”
Her protests were short-lived. In fact, halfway through her reply, she had to change direction because her shorts were already being pulled over her thin pink nylon panties, finally resting at the hollow of her knees.
The store owner had ignored everything that the young woman had said, like her voice was an invisible silence in the room.
The store owner continued. “There’s no point doing things in half measures; if you want to know what a spanking paddle really feels like, the very least we can do is warm the seat of your panties for you.” As he said these words, he looked down at her slightly pink bottom and then added. “Of course, these tiny panties that you are wearing aren’t going to offer you any protection, are they? It’s unbelievable what you naughty girls wear as an excuse for underwear these days.”
Jessica’s mouth opened wide as he talked about her panties. She had only walked into the country store looking for a spanking paddle, but now she had the indignity of a man she didn’t even know talking to her about the skimpiness of her panties. Had she entered the twilight zone or something?
What was even worse, she could feel him plucking at the nylon material like he was picking cotton, and he even snapped the elastic against her bottom on either side. He followed this plucking and snapping by rubbing his hand over both of her bottom cheeks. The store owner was taking many liberties with his roaming hand.
Jessica didn’t have too much time to ponder this embarrassing situation, though, because in short order the stingy little paddle was bouncing up and down all over her nylon-clad cheeks.
Now she was really in the swing of things. She had hoped to find a paddle that was fun but that had some zip to it, and that was what he was showcasing. If any passerby had happened to gaze through the windows of the old country store at that moment, they would have seen a young woman bucking and writhing over the lap of an older man while he soundly applied a mean little paddle to the seat of a woefully thin pair of pink nylon panties.
It would have probably resembled a scene from the 1950s, where an angry store owner was giving his naughty niece a good paternal spanking.
The store owner’s plan had been to methodically showcase his wares. It wasn’t the longest spanking ever given, even if Jessica likely felt like someone was holding her bottom against an open log fire. Nope, a good 100 smacks, just to make sure that she fully understood the effectiveness of said paddle.
A broad smile appeared on his face as he applied the final touches to his demonstration. Her thin panties were now nothing more than a wisp of material bunched firmly at the top of her bottom. Her bottom was virtually bare, so she was getting the full effect as to what a spanking paddle felt like.
Jessica didn’t particularly like it too much, especially as she had never been spanked before. Her virgin spanking was a beauty. Jessica received a couple of dozen swats over her shorts, followed by a sound panty spanking that ended up being a bare-bottom spanking.
It came as a great relief to Jessica when that nasty little wooden devil stopped landing on her tender cheeks, yet the store owner acted as if it were an everyday occurrence that a young woman would come to his store for a good spanking. He even took the liberty of rubbing his hand all over her red bottom, and he even slapped his hand down on her burning cheeks a dozen times after he stopped rubbing them.
The gruff man finally released her after delivering two more firm swats, and then he said, “Okay, let’s talk about your brand-new spanking paddle, shall we?”
Jessica didn’t want to talk about the spanking paddle at all at the moment. She instinctively jumped up, reached behind her, and then, in the time-honored tradition, she began to furiously rub the seat of her well-spanked bottom, just like every well-spanked naughty girl before her had done.
Even fixing her panties seemed to be a mistake as the elastic seemed to drag over her burning flesh, and once they were in place, the thin nylon seemed to be acting as a thermal heat conductor, trapping the flaming flesh so that it continued to burn.
As she reached for her fallen shorts, she began to pull them up as she replied, “I don’t even know what to say.” A large wince on her face appeared as the shorts brushed up over her red bottom.
The smug-looking older man seemed particularly happy with his recently finished sales pitch. “My family has been making spanking paddles for decades, my dear, so we know exactly what people are looking for. You want something that can be fun but can also be used for discipline when it is needed. I think that the paddle I just spanked you with satisfies both of those categories, wouldn’t you agree?”
These weren’t exactly the words that Jessica wanted to hear. If he already knew the type of paddle that she was looking for, he could have just told her. He didn’t need to actually spank her if he knew the answer anyway. Her upbringing told her to be polite, though, even if she felt like dropping an f-bomb or two.
“I suppose it’s fine, but you didn’t have to actually spank me; I would have taken your word for it.”
Jessica’s reply was rather meek. She wanted to be polite, but she also wanted to share, at least, a little defiance in her response. Not that it mattered to the store owner regardless. The cocky man was very arrogant with his reply.
“Nonsense!” he smiled. “I wouldn’t be a salesman worth my weight if I didn’t give you a practical demonstration. Now you know exactly what you are buying.” He paused for a second. “Unless you wanted to try a different model to compare it to?”
“Hell fuck no” were the words swimming in her mind, but her spoken response came quickly and firmly. “No, this one is fine.”
“Very well, one traditional spanking paddle it is. Let me get a brand-new one from the back room and wrap it up for you.”
Jessica followed the store owner towards the counter, her right hand still planted firmly behind her, still rubbing the tender flesh beneath her shorts and panties. Her eyes followed him into the back room, daggers being shot into his back by the dozen.
When the store owner returned, he was carrying a neatly packaged paddle fresh out of the box. As he rang up the transaction, he went into his well-practiced professional pitch.
“As a local store, we don’t really offer a guarantee; however, if the paddle should break at any point and we determine that it was from the craftsmanship, then just come on back, and we can work something out.”
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