From: Duchin Newsgroups: alt.sex.spanking Subject: The Video Girl Date: 23 Nov 1994 01:05:23 -0500 Story: About adults, for adults! ----------------------------------------------------------- THE VIDEO GIRL This would be 49-year-old Roger Doleman's fifth store. It would not be like the four other family oriented video stores. After purchasing almost 15,000 adult videos at a bankruptcy sale, he set up his new location on the North Side of Chicago. Almost half the videos predated the non-violent viewing law. He wanted it different, something special, not sleazy. He signed a lease on a sixty year old two story warehouse and started its conversion. The creaky old wooden floors were sanded down and refinished, but not glossy. The old wooden timbers stripped of their layers of paint and left natural. The leaded windows and crown moldings cleaned to their original 1930's beauty. If it could be salvaged, it was. There were not just sterile racks of video jackets on display, but wooden ornate partitions. Each with its own theme. A dozen small private rooms, where a customer could preview a video for 10 minutes. One wall of the store contained only regular Hollywood new releases, however the store catered strictly to adults. But the unique feature was the check out. Each customer had his/her own individual credit card. They would simply select their videos, slide them into a slot for scanning with their card, and retrieve them at the other side of the chrome plated detection bars. There was no clerk to peruse the movie title while the customer tried to act nonchalant while renting "Enema Bimbos on the Moon". And it worked! Even at his other stores, Roger's adult video rentals were a healthy 20% of his business. But the new store, was almost 90%! He kept the store spotless. Free condiments. Employees that were polite, well groomed, and all over 21. Business for the last three years was booming! Women made up a large part of his clientel. From his office, Roger glanced at the surveillance screens. There was the brunette again. He recognized her at once. Always two to three days late on her returns. Roger pulled up her account. (Jesus! he whispered out loud. In the past month she had rented "The English Caning Series", volumes one through twelve!, "Punished School Girls", all four parts, "Convent Discipline" and, what's this? "The Piano"! WHAT?? Roger rewound the VCR tape. It was a quick move, but the frame by frame replay, clearly showed her dropping a tape into her shopping bag! He smiled. Roger greeted her as she waited at the counter to pay her late charges. "Amanda, is it?" he smiled. "Yes," she replied, looking up at him with her big golden brown eyes. "Please come this way......please?" he asked again, when he saw her hesitancy. She followed him into his office. She sat down in the chair offered. He studied the rather petite 40ish woman, as she sat across from him. Waist length walnut hair, just a hint of make up. Tailored two piece wool suit. Legs crossed, exposing 4 inches of delicious knee. "Amanda," he began, "you are again three days late with your returns. Four movies times three days equates to a fine of twelve slaps on your bare bottom. Now, please, remove your skirt." Amanda was dumb founded. She stared at Roger in almost laughable disbelief. "That is the most ridiculous, preposterous, and absurd utterance I ever heard," she spat the words and rose to leave. The door was locked. She turned back to face Roger. His blue eyes were cold, and he was slowing pulling his leather belt from the loops of the khaki Dockers. "You can't be serious. I'll have you arrested," Amanda protested and demanded he open the door before she started screaming. "Go ahead...... scream" he challenged. "I'll call the police, tell them about the tape in your shopping bag, show them the list of movies you rented over the last month, the late charges, and that you tried to trade sexual favors for clemency, and then started this phony scream bit. By the way, ALL the police officers in this precinct get their movies free. Who are they going to believe?" For the first time, Amanda was genuinely alarmed. The movies she rented were fantasy. But this was real! This man was a foot taller and at least 90 pounds heavier......and standing rather sternly with a belt in his hand! Her temples pounded and her lips went dry. "Now, take off that skirt and jacket." Roger calmly stated, sensing and bluffing at the same time. He smiled inwardly as the woman began removing the jacket! She folded the jacket and placed in on the chair, unzipped her skirt, removed it, setting it atop the jacket. "The hose," Roger pointed to the tinted pantyhose. Amanda reached under the tails of her blouse and twisted the panty hose free. As she bent forward, Roger peaked at the deep cleavage created by the wine colored Wonderbra. She stood erect, waiting, cheeks flushed with embarrassment and excitement. "Over here, over my lap," Roger directed, as he pushed the castered chair away from his desk. The chair wheeled noisily across the hard wood floor. Almost collapsing from nervous anticipation, Amanda staggered and draped herself over Roger's lap. She breathed heavily as his strong hands at her waist adjusted her position. She closed her eyes as Roger tucked up her blouse high on her back. His hands caressed the rose colored cotton pantied bottom. She felt herself shiver. "Ohhhhhhh......" she uttered aloud, as his fingers grabbed the waist band and started to pull them down. Her legs were pressed so tightly together, that the panties were trapped at her crotch. When he wedged his hand in between her legs she squealed. Roger pulled the panties, by the crotch, to her knees. With her bottom completely bared, the first slap struck with no warning. His firm hand slapped her left cheek and she jumped with alarm. It stung, but not horribly. A squirt of arousal between her legs, caused her to instinctively to press down with her pelvis. She grasped two of the five chair under carriage spokes and gripped them tight. The second slap bounced hard on Amanda's right cheek. Roger paused to observe the pink hand prints. Four more hard and fast on each cheek from top to the delicate under curve made the bottom squirm and jiggle. Amanda's squirmings on his lap caused a delightful sensation in Roger's groin. She felt his swell and tried to pull herself nearer. Amanda was completely absorbed in the real life fantasy. She teased herself when she watched the movies and imagined what it would be like. How would it REALLY feel to be forced to strip, to be spanked and fondled. The scenes of the squealing women and their subsequent arousal flashed across her mind. The visual images were now real as Roger's hand slapped her bottom, well beyond the original twelve. Mixed with the horrible stings, she could feel the moisture ooze from beneath her. Her eyes were filled with tears. She almost didn't realize when the slapping stopped. But now the hands turned delicate and wandered over the seared globes. She moaned aloud when his two thumbs separated her anal divide and teased her most secret of places. The finger teased at the shy pucker of her anus. It slid down between her now open legs and coaxed apart the rubbery folds of her sex. Guttural soft moans escaped her lips as the fingers slid to her clit and rubbed it. The pleasure of the touch consumed her and she slipped into the throws of orgasm. A delicious wave of excitement swept its away to every nerve ending. It was wonderful. More wonderful than she even imagined. Roger pulled on her waist, and Amanda slid from his lap. He pulled her up and kissed her, his hands sliding under her blouse. Their tongues wrestled and with eyes closed she reached with her hands and ripped open his trousers. Rogers hands unclasped the bra and his hands squeezed at the large breasts. He teased the erect nipples. Without breaking the kiss, her sex engulfed his and they fucked. The armless wooden chair creaked in protest and followed their movements. The kiss broke, and both heads tilted back, as the simultaneous climax caused each to groan the primitive cry of release. They pushed and pulled, grinded and groaned, kissed again and released till it was over. They looked at each other and smiled. "You can keep the tape," Roger smiled. And they both laughed. "LOOK!" Amanda exclaimed and pointed at the bank of video screens. Roger looked. A red head, standing in the Discipline Aisle, had just slipped a video into her purse! "Can I wait here for you?" Amanda, asked with a lascivious grin on her face. "Sure. Why not." he smiled back, and quickly dressed. He intercepted the red head at the check out counter. "Ginger, is it?" he smiled. ***************************************************************