Introduction:
I deliberately left the ages vague, but it should be very clear that no minors appear in this story.
If you are looking for slap, spank, slam, bam action try another story. Nothing to see here; move on. The eroticism is of a more subtle sort in this story and the actual action takes place off the stage, sort of out of sight. Please let me know if you like it or hate it and especially, why. Good or bad, don't forget to vote!
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I had suddenly become an unattached male, which is a quick and delicate way of hiding a lot of pain and anguish that has nothing to do with the here and now except that during an evening of trying to medicate away some of that pain in a local pub, I'd met three buddies, Phil, Ron, and Todd. After an evening of carousing and flirting outrageously with the ladies there, without notable success (OK, I admit I wasn't trying too hard), they had invited me to a party at their place the next evening. After that I'd somehow become included in their group, getting invited to all kinds of things, from watching games while guzzling beer to white water canoeing and hiking and cycling. And parties. Ah the parties! I'd healed up quickly and well with the help of those parties, or rather some of the women from those parties.
The guys were well connected and in addition to the ones they/we threw, they got invitations to lots of different parties around town. I had a fair amount of luck with the women at these parties and didn't go home alone often though no long term relationships resulted. The guys liked to brag about their conquests and give blow by blow, suck by fuck accounts of their exploits with the women while I tended to be more private about such matters. When they'd ask, I'd just say I had a good time and generally wouldn't elaborate. They might have thought I wasn't closing the deal very often because they would often point out women at various parties and tell me how easy to bed they were. But I always made my own choices. Some led to fun in bed and others didn't but I had a good time right up to the night of The Party nearly two years after we'd met in that bar.
Ron had gotten an invitation to a big wingding at a law professor's house. Graduation was coming and all the students as well as many of the attorneys and other professionals in town were coming. It was a golden opportunity for the established attorneys to look the up and comers over. There were going to be about a hundred people there and lots of single women were supposed to be coming. It sounded like our kind of party, and then some.
After I was introduced to the host and hostess, we made our way around the house, checking out the scene in the various rooms. Ron had been right; there were plenty of women there, many unattached.
Now I have a weakness for beautiful redheads, but then, who doesn't? Some people will try to tell you that there are only two kinds of redheads, beautiful and butt ugly, but as a true admirer of redheads who has spent many a pleasant hour observing them, I can say with some authority that just as with other hair colors, they run the gamut from stunning to scary. Those who think otherwise just don't have the redhead fascination gene. I don't know why, but I have redhead radar. I can even pretty well tell the real ones from the fakes unless they've gone really heavy on the makeup. There are lots of little clues if you know what to look for. Redheads aren't lost on the advertising industry, either. Have you noticed how many redheads appear in commercials compared to their actual distribution in the general population?
So, anyway, I noticed that there was a truly beautiful redhead sitting in an out of the way spot and I just could not understand why she was being practically ignored. She was a wet dream wrapped up in wavy red hair and faint but discernable freckles, with the quintessential little black dress showing lots of thigh and cleavage that made me want to just crawl down in between those mounds and kiss each faint little freckle, and strappy black high heels showing pretty feet. She was not wearing a ring. Once in a while someone would go by and say a few words of greeting but they never stayed to talk for more than a few moments.
Well, I wasn't going to waste the opportunity; I'd make a move while the coast was clear. I'd normally expect that she'd be swamped with eager men, but why give them a fair shot if I could beat them to it? Besides, I fancied that she had caught my eye a couple of times and was showing interest.
As I started across the room, Phil called me to wait a moment. I waved him away saying," in a minute, buddy", and continued towards her.
I approached her close enough to be overheard over the din of music and voices and said, "I just can't understand why you are sitting here all alone. Does some big hulk who is elsewhere already have a claim?
She chuckled and said, "I guess your pals didn't warn you?"
"Huh?" was my stunningly brilliant rejoinder.
"Yeah, I'm sure they didn't, then; but they are trying to now." She gestured towards where I'd left Phil standing.
I turned and saw Phil and Todd beckoning me to them. I waved them away and turned back to her. "Warn me about what? I'm Jerry, by the way."
"Debra." She held out her hand and I took it. It was warm. Then she gave me wicked grin. "I spank all of my dates."
"Really!?"
"Yes, really. Better go let your pals tell you all about it." And she waved me towards them.
"Why? Don't you want to tell me?" I motioned to a nearby chair.
"OK. You asked." She gestured for me to move the chair over.
As I did I noticed that many of the people in the room were suddenly watching. I swung the chair around and sat, mostly facing her but able to see part of the room. They were still watching.
"Oh, they're watching to see what you do when I tell you about spanking men. They know I'm always up front about it. Most guys find some excuse to be elsewhere as soon as I tell them. They (she waved again to indicate the people in the room) get to chuckle as the embarrassed man runs away with his tail tucked between his legs. You'll also hear a rumor that I sometimes dress men up in lingerie and use a strap-on on them. I don't know where that one came from; I certainly didn't start it but I will neither confirm nor deny it.
"So they are scared of you. You must go home alone a lot, then."
"Well, yes and no. I generally do leave the parties alone, but I usually get calls later and often have my choice of several guys to spank and occasionally get to spank more than one in an evening. So it works out."
"So you mean they're afraid to approach you here in front of their friends and acquaintances but will call later, knowing that if you accept a date they will get spanked?"
"Yeah. That pretty well sums it up. I've spanked about a quarter or so of the men that are here at this party. Some are even married. My phone number is very easy to remember. It is I SPANK YOU, with the 'you' being the letter U."
"Clever. And now I have it in case I want to call you later, huh?" I noted that some of the others in the room were beginning to find us less interesting and turning back to other business. "I guess I'm not as interesting to them now since I didn't get up and run away. No laugh at my expense." I gestured at the room in general.
