Six hours had passed since I first set foot inside Ye Treasures of Olde looking for a wooden bathbrush. Not only had I found the type of brush I was searching for, but, after meeting the owner, Maureen, I finally experienced my innermost spanking fantasy for real.
It had been the keen ears of Maureen that heard me smack my palm with the newly found brush, confirming it was perfect for that task. She had taken control and put me over her knee, bare, for a long discussion where the wooden bathbrush did most of the talking. I left her shop whimpering with a bottom blistered cherry red.
The drive home had been unpleasant. Many of the roads leading to and from Antique City were worn with potholes and uneven sections too many to count. It is no secret the Jeep, while cool to own, are exactly comfortable machines to ride in. Shifting my weight left and right, up and down, I tried to minimize the discomfort from the jerking of the Jeep. Still, I could not keep from squirming due to the roasting Maureen had just delivered.
The squirming continued well into the evening. A fact that did not go unnoticed by my sister, Heather.
As siblings go I would say Heather and I are closer than most. Even as kids we were always looking out for one another, and spent many a day just hanging out. Our close bond continued on past our childhood and now we shared a rented house in the same neighborhood we grew up in. At 25, Heather is already the Marketing Director for a tech firm, and just last year had completed her Masters Degree. I do not hesitate to say she is easily the smartest person I know.
"Are you okay," Heather asked, watching me slowly sit on a barstool at our kitchen counter. It was the wincing look I projected while easing into the wooden seat that gave me away.
Knowing I could hardly tell her the truth about why I struggled I quickly made up a lie. It was a cramp in my leg, nothing more, I explained to her. My sister, ever so caring, put some ice cubes from the freezer in a clean wash cloth for me. Continuing the ruse I thanked her and placed the cloth on my calf. How I wish I could have placed it where it really hurt.
Sharing a house with my sister we took turns cooking and this particular week was her turn. I put on my best poker face sitting in the stool still smarting from the talk I had with Maureen earlier that afternoon. Watching my sister she moved about the kitchen like a figure skater. It all seemed second nature to her as she tossed spices and casually flipped the chicken she was cooking. The aroma filled the dining room as we moved to the table to eat dinner.
Our dinner conversations were generally centered around our day. The standard, "What did you do today?" and so forth. Tonight was no different as Heather asked if I had done anything exciting that day.
"Not really," I replied, "I just went to Antique City for a bit."
"You went to Antique City?" my sister retorted with a laugh. "You hate antique stores."
"Yeah, I know." I shrugged my shoulders. "I thought maybe why not give them another shot."
"Another shot? Hasn't it been like a year since you went out there?"
"Eh, give or take. I think it's been since I went looking for that frame I got you."
"Wow, it has been a while, huh. What were you looking for today?" Heather asked.
I froze a little. "Um, nothing really, just poking around," I said casually.
"That is a good place to poke around, that is for sure," Heather answered. "How many shops did you go into?"
Squinting my eyes in thought I replied two or three.
"Just two or three? Weren't you gone for like five hours?"
Staring back at Heather I tried to do the math in my head. I had arrived at the first shop, The Barn Antiques, around 9:30am. A quick visit to Nothing's New followed. It wasn't until a few minutes past 10am that I stepped into Ye Treasures of Olde. Of course, my visit there did not end until just past 1pm, with a slight detour at the diner mixed in. The drive home took another 25 minutes. In a jokingly corrective voice, I replied, "No, it was only like three and a half, maybe four."
"You are strange," she laughed. "You have always told me you would never go back to an antique store after how bored you were looking for that frame you bought me. Now, all of a sudden, you spent almost four hours out there?" She shook her head perplexed, "You are odd."
Heather and I continued to chat as we ate and eventually we each called it a night, retiring to our rooms.
As the days went by my thoughts kept returning to Ye Treasures of Olde, and Maureen's promise. After she had finishing toasting my bare bottom she had remarked that if I ever wanted another spanking, or had another fantasy to turn real, all I had to do was write it down, and bring it to her.
It was her promise that had me thinking hard that morning as I ate breakfast. Sitting at the dining room table I scooped my cereal contemplating a second trip to Maureen's.
I looked up from my bowl to see Heather sit down across from me. Never a cereal girl, she had some toast and bacon on her plate, along with a glass of orange juice.
"What're your plans today?" Heather asked gleefully.
"I don't know. I might head back out to Antique City," I said, questionably.
"Wait, you are going back to Antique City?" She asked shockingly.
Her reaction surprised me a little. "Maybe, I don't know," I replied, "I mean, there's one shop out there I kinda liked, and a couple others that are kinda cool."
"Really, which ones? I love going out to Antique City," she excitingly asked. "
"Uh," I didn't want to tell her any names fearing she would want to go. "I don't remember. But I may go into others today to see what they have."
I could tell Heather thought something was up as I looked back at her. I hated lying to her but felt I had no choice given why I was headed that way.
Heather cursed her lips but went back to eating her breakfast. A few minutes later I finished my cereal and left for the kitchen.
Already dressed and ready to leave, I grabbed the key to my Jeep after placing my bowl and spoon in the dishwasher.
I turned my head around the corner of the kitchen and into the dining room. "I'm headed out, Heather. Do you need me to pick anything up while I'm gone?"
"No, I'm good. Thank you though," she replied with a smile.
Driving to the diner I was anxious, thinking again of Maureen's promise. Pulling into a parking spot I looked at the clock display on the dash. It was 11am. Being Saturday, it was one hour before Maureen would be closing for the day.
Walking into the diner I saw the booth I had sat in last time was open. I sat myself and the server, Monica, quickly came by to take my order. As I did last time, I ordered only coffee.
Nervously, I pulled out a pen and the small slip of paper I had, before making breakfast, folded and put in my pocket. If I found it hard to write my last fantasy down this one was doubly difficult.
Thinking back to two weeks ago, my mind was brought back to the leather strap I had seen hanging in the employee restroom. I had stood there, looking at my blistered bare bottom in the mirror when I noticed its reflection as it hung on the back of the door.
I had turned and reached out to hold it in my hand. It was a thick, long strap hanging through a hole on its end by a small nail. That strap is why I was at the diner. It was my new fantasy.
Putting pen to paper, the fantasy was spelled out.
"Maureen, the last time I was here I saw a thick, leather strap, hanging in the restroom. I think it will be exciting and fun if you take that strap and show me what a real strapping with it is like? Please bend me over and swing that strap as hard as you can, down on my bare bottom, with no regard for my begging, or pleading, for you to stop. Please promise you will strap my bare bottom to where I am sobbing and crying real tears, just like last time with the brush. No safeword. No letting me change my mind. Hold me to what I just asked for. Just like last time. And...for no less than 15 minutes." I shook all over as I put the pen down.
Looking at my watch I noticed it read 11:48am. The doors to Ye Treasures of Olde were soon to close for the day. If I wanted to go through with this second bare backside tanning I had to walk there right away.
I quickly gathered my paper, folded it, and put it in my pocket. Standing, I hurriedly walked out of the diner and towards Maureen's shop. Reaching the door I was out of breath. Not from racing to get there, but because my heart itself was racing. If I walked in, there would be no turning back. My ass would be bared, and I was sure to regret handing her the note.
A heavy sigh came out of me as I pulled the note from my pocket and inched the door open. The bell once again alerted Maureen to my presence.
I heard Maureen say from the back of the shop, "Hello, welcome to Ye Treasures of Olde. I'll be closing in a few minutes but feel free to please look around. Let me know if you need any help."
As she was saying those last few words Maureen walked around the corner and stopped.
"Well, well. Hello Keith."
I looked at her. She was wearing a pair of denim overalls with a pink t-shirt underneath. "Um...hi...hi, Maureen." I stuttered, but got it out.
"I wondered if I would see you again after your last visit," Maureen stated as she slowly walked my way.
Looking down, I nervously shuffled the note from my right hand to my left. The very observant Maureen picked up on
my motion.
"I see you have a note. Is that for me, Keith?" She asked with merciless grin.
The butterflies welled up inside me. I looked up at Maureen and nodded slowly, up and down.
Maureen reached out with her right hand, and took hold of my left wrist. Her left hand then grabbed on to the note, "Are you sure, Keith? You remember my promise, don't you?"
