Date: Fri, 19 Jul 1996 16:25:31 -0400 (EDT) To: laura@netgate.net From: John Goetz Subject: Smart Ass II "SMART ASS II" John was considered a nice old fashioned man. He got along well with his colleagues and never lacked friends. His love life however, seemed utterly hopeless. Every time he became involved with a woman, he found they saw him more as a brother than a lover and abandoned him within a few weeks. Then, one night, he met Anne, a petite beauty with shoulder length blonde hair. While enjoying an after work coffee with Frank, a coworker at a local coffee house, he spotted Anne without much difficulty. She had on a tight mini dress, stockings and high heeled boots. She sat with one leg crossed over the other sipping a cappuccino. Frank, whom had been talking without pause, discovered he no longer had an audience. "John?" "What?" John's Steely blue eyes averted back to his companion. "Sorry, Frank". What did you say? "Why don't you go talk to her?" "Who?" "Anne." He light a cigarette and exhaled a puff of smoke. "I hear she's a wild one but you might be able to tame her." "Thanks" "I'm serious, John you're level headed, strong and intelligent." "Most women don't find those qualities appealing" "Just go talk to her." John hesitated a few moments then rose and strode with a confidence he didn't feel, to the counter where he slid onto a stool at her left. "Hello" Anne glanced at him suspiciously. "Hi" "May I buy you a drink" John asked "What'll it cost me?" Anne asked " I beg your pardon" John responded. "What'll it cost me?" Anne asked again. Turning on her stool to face him. "I mean, do I go home with you? or do you just want a quickie in the back seat of your car?" "I just want to talk to you." John replied with an insulted tone. She drained her glass. "Name's Anne." "I'm John." They shook hands briefly then gave the waitress their order. Later that night, John let himself into his house, switched on a light and ushered Anne in. Have a seat, I'll make us some coffee. John disappeared into a room toward the back of the house as Anne headed for the leather sofa on the left then halted as a sudden thought struck her. She changed direction and strutted into the kitchen. She found John at a counter on the right with his back to her. Quietly, Anne slipped off her shoes, tip-toed over and squeezed John's buttocks playfully. John whirled around startled. "What are you doing young lady!?" "Playing with you." Anne replied innocently. "What's with you?" "You startled me" John exclaimed "Poor baby" Anne mocked. "You'll be the Poor Baby if you do that again, Anne." John warned. "Oh," Anne said, stepping forward pressing her girlish form against John's broad masculine one. "Exactly how poor will I be?" Anne asked, running her hands seductively over John's hips. "If you don't stop this, you'll find out." John said with a slight irritation in his voice "Come on, John, you want me." Anne breathed into his ear as she slid a hand down to John's crotch. "Don't you?" Exasperated John grabbed Anne's wrist, led her to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down, pulling Anne in front of him. "Lift up your dress this instant Anne!" Why Anne asked with apprehension in her voice. Your about to become a very poor baby." John said firmly. Anne reluctantly complied displaying a very skimpy pair of black silk bikini panties before John pulled her over his knee. "What are you going to do to me?!" Anne whined. "Spanking you!" John replied sternly, then roughly yanked her sexy panties down to her knees. Once John had Anne's bottom completely bared he slapped her creamy white bottom hard several times. "OUCH!" Anne cried and thrashed about uselessly as every slap landed painfully on target. "You can't...! Ouch! Please stop!" Anne whined. "Not very likely," John replied. John watched her full round cheeks flush pink then cherry red and continued spanking until Anne's ass was a glowing deep crimson. Spanking over for know, John held Anne in place across his lap caressing her tender behind. "Do you feel poor Anne? "I hate you!" Anne cried out. SMACK!, SMACK!, SMACK. "OUCH!" "Answer my question, Anne!" "Yes sir" "Good." He released her and she instantly began dancing around rubbing her sore behind, not caring that she was showing off her bald pubic mound. "I think we should skip the coffee and I'll take you home." "What!?" An indignant look crossed Anne's face. "You lured me here just to spank me?! You sick bastard!" Anne slapped him across the face. John grabbed her by an elbow, rose to his feet and glared at her. "You spoiled brat." John pulled Anne's dress the rest of the way up and off of her body, leaving her nude. John slowly removed his belt. "All night long I've listened to your woes and trouble with men! I took your lip without objection! I finally give you a well deserved spanking! And all I get from you is more lip!" Once again John sat down hauling a nude Anne back over his lap, folding the thick leather belt in half for Anne's second spanking. SPLAT! "Ouch! I'm sorry!" SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT!! "Ouch! John please stop I'll be good!" SPLAT! SPLAT! Anne kicked and bounced her bottom in an attempt to avoid John's leather belt. SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! SPLAT! Over and over John struck her bottom with fury. Anne wailed like a child and screamed when the belt landed in the crease where thigh met buttocks. "P...P...P...please, John!" After fifty strokes, John stopped, stood Anne on her feet and looked deeply into her teary eyes. "I'll take you home when you're ready." Anne shook her head. "No." Anne sobbed, straddling John's thighs. "I want you to fuck me hard." Anne moaned. She pressed her lips tightly against his and draped her arms over his shoulders. Without hesitation, John stood, holding Anne firmly to his body before laying her down on the table. As John bent over to deliver a kiss, he reached between her moist thighs and found her swollen clitoris. John's penis became erect. "You naughty girl." John swatted Anne's swollen mound four times feeling Anne's juices gush out onto his hand from her vagina. Anne watched breathlessly as John removed his trousers. "Oh, John." Anne gasped as John's long thick penis was revealed. John smiled at Anne's reaction. "Turn over," John ordered. Anne obeyed and received several more slaps to her already blistered bottom. John spread her legs, lined the swollen head of his penis against her vagina and pulled hard, sliding all the way in. Anne groaned excitedly. John pulled out to the head and rammed his penis all the way in again, repeatedly, John rammed his penis into Anne, she moaned constantly. As John was about to climax he slapped both hands down hard onto Anne's vulnerable bottom, digging his fingers into her tender flesh. Anne screamed in ecstasy as they came together violently . Once John had released his load, he collapsed on top of Anne's quivering body and wrapped his arms around her waist. Tears of extreme satisfaction streamed from her eyes onto the table. "You can take me home now," Anne whispered. John lifted his exhausted body off of hers and delivered a final sharp swat to her red, tingling, bottom. "Smart Ass"