tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78196192224210378872024-03-19T04:12:10.201-07:00Thomas Yonge Erotic StoriesIncluding stories of CFNM, CMNF, spanking, ENF, and more.Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-47151004744745057942017-10-02T08:59:00.000-07:002019-08-19T18:25:38.800-07:00Spanking Her New Boss<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><i>Spanking Her New Boss</i></b> was my first published story back in December 2011. It is a CFNM Spanking story.<br />
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Available as a slim paperback. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/153334681X/?tag=thomasyonge-20">Buy it!</a><br />
Or get it for the Kindle from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006M6IEL8/?tag=thomasyonge-20">Amazon</a>. <br />
Also available from <a href="http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Spanking-Her-New-Boss/book-kQFv2Dlvz0WPSD7GA0ei8Q/page1.html">Kobo</a>, <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/spanking-her-new-boss-thomas-yonge/1108076865?ean=2940032940142">Barnes & Noble</a>, <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/114534?ref=thomasyonge">Smashwords</a>, and more.<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span itemprop="description">"Arrogant,
cocky, and rude. Susan's young new boss is also a cute hunk. When she
catches him giving away store merchandise, she comes up with a plan to
get him right where she wants him - over her knee for a pants-down
spanking!"</span></i></span><br />
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Please enjoy the first few chapters:<br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Spanking Her New Boss</b></span></div>
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Susan Donato sighed as she wiped the counter with a wet rag.
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It hadn't always been like this. </div>
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She had held a good teaching position at a nearby junior
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Susan found herself out of a job; her years of experience,
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A new school year had begun, and Susan still hadn't found a
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Now, here she was brewing coffee at Fuel Mart.</div>
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It wasn't really so bad; she was hired in as the assistant
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In fact, she thought, Fuel Mart would actually be a great
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When she was hired several months ago, the manager was a
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The manager who was brought in to replace him - Susan's new
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His name was Dan Wilson, and just by appearances, one might
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Dan was young, lean and athletic; he had a cute face and
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But then, he opened his mouth.</div>
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All those thoughts about firm buns and good looks went out
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<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The worst thing of all, thought Susan, as she returned to
her position behind the front counter, was that her new boss, Dan - this
obnoxious pig - was only twenty-five years old. She was nearly old enough to be
his mother!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gosh, it made her depressed. What had begun as a nice,
comfortable job was turning into a place that she dreaded coming to.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Now, Susan stood beside the cash register, watching as a
woman in a blue van filled up her tank at one of the twelve regular gas pumps
outside.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dan should be arriving any moment; she watched for him out
the window. An end to peace and quiet for another day.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She wished she could go back in time to that first day, to
that handsome young man with the tight ass and the cute smile. Before he had
opened his mouth and ruined everything.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Oh, but how she wished there was some way to just shut him
up - to transform the arrogant pig into a quiet, respectful young man! A hot
young man!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Perhaps then, she could once again enjoy the fantasy that
she had begun forming during that very first encounter: the one where the two
of them walked together to the back office - him leading the way, of course, so
that she could watch those sexy buns of his move inside his pants while he
walked.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They would enter the office together, and close the door
behind them. Without saying a word, he would peel his shirt over his head,
revealing a toned, tanned chest and sexy abs; he had just the right amount of
hair - light around his pecs and continuing all the way down into his khakis.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
His hand would move down to his waist, undoing the button on
his pants, lowering the zipper. This was about the time she would step forward,
take hold of the pants on either side, and pull them down over his hips.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The automatic door jerked Susan out of her trance.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was the woman who had been filling up her van. "I
was on pump 3," she said. "I didn't get a receipt."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Susan forced a smile and printed out a copy for the woman,
who took it and left.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Sighing, she returned to watching out the window for Dan to
arrive.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>* * * * *</b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was shaping up to be an ordinary day at the Fuel Mart.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dan arrived and was his usual, obnoxious self almost
immediately. Susan was ringing up customers, and Dan was rattling on about some
girl whom he had met at a bar the night or the weekend before. Susan wasn't
really listening.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was one of those stories that Dan would often tell, but Susan
was never quite sure why. She couldn't be less interested in what he was
saying, yet somehow he never noticed, or else he noticed but didn't care. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
What guy talks about his almost-sexual exploits to a female
co-worker who's nearly forty, and then expects her to be interested rather than
offended? And for a manager to act that way?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A little later, he was standing up front again with Susan,
gathering money from the safe. A young woman, probably around Dan's age was in
the store, browsing by the soda coolers. Dan nudged Susan and gestured with a
flick of his head towards the woman. "There's a nice one," he said,
under his breath.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Susan wanted to smack him - did he think that she was one of
his buddies? And he did that all the time - pointing out the attractive
customers, and making rude remarks about the ones he felt weren't as
attractive.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When he finished collecting the money from the safe, Dan
announced that he was going to the office. "Tell that hottie to join me
back there," he whispered to Susan, with a wink.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I'll tell her," she replied, pretending his
remark had been humorous.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
After the exchange, things grew quiet again while Dan was in
the back office, but Susan knew that inevitably he would return to the sales
floor. A little before two in the afternoon, Dan returned from the back office.
"I'm going to the bank," he announced.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Susan watched him walk to his car, wishing that the cute ass
that he had in his pants was attached to someone else. It was impossible for
her to deny - if his mouth and his attitude didn't spoil everything, her young,
cocky boss was actually quite a hunk.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
After thirty minutes had passed, Dan still wasn't back, even
though the bank was less than five minutes away. When a car pulled into the far
end of the parking lot, it wasn't her boss, but rather, her relief, Alyssa.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Susan watched the girl walk across the lot towards the store
and smiled - she couldn't wait to get out of here. If they hurried their
exchange, she might be gone before Dan returned.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alyssa entered the store waving to Susan, and went to the
office to clock in. Susan rang up another customer while she waited; a moment
later, Alyssa returned from the office and came to stand beside her.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
They chatted for a couple of minutes while Alyssa signed on
to a register. As usual, Alyssa began talking about boys.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Susan had to remind herself that Alyssa was still just a
girl - just three weeks ago, she had celebrated her eighteenth birthday. She
was still a senior in high school, and probably very popular, thought Susan.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alyssa was very pretty, and she had the kind of knock-out
body that Susan herself had once had. She still kept fit and in shape, but oh
to be eighteen again, Susan thought, and all smooth skin and curves!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The men definitely noticed Alyssa here in the Fuel Mart,
even in her unflattering uniform. Just now, an older gentleman paying for his
gas flicked his eyes quickly across the teenager's body while she rang him up.
Boys closer to Alyssa's age were always in the store chatting her up, trying to
figure out how to land her in bed, no doubt. Even their pig boss, Dan, was
often eyeballing the teen's shape when he thought no one was looking. Such a
pervert, Susan thought, shaking her head. The girl only just turned eighteen!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As if made real by her thoughts, she saw that Dan was now
back from the bank and was on his way into the store. A second guy, around the
same age as Dan, Susan figured, entered the store with him.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"There's my lovely ladies," Dan called out, as he
joined them behind the counter. Susan watched as his eyes darted to Alyssa's
backside.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The teen finished with a customer and then greeted Dan,
smiling in a way he no doubt took as provocative. Susan frowned, and Dan as if
sensing her thoughts, turned to her.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Still here, Susan?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Without waiting for an answer, he put a hand on Alyssa's
shoulder. With his other hand, he indicated the customer approaching the
counter. It was the man he had entered with.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I've got this one," Dan said, taking Alyssa's
place in front of the register. "Can you go make a pot coffee, sweetie?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alyssa nodded, removing Dan's hand from her shoulder, and
left the front counter area. As she passed, she met the older woman's eyes and
Susan could read the meaning there. Their boss grossed her out and she hated it
when he touched her. Susan smiled reassuringly as the teen passed, but inside
she fumed.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dan began ringing up the man who had entered the store with
him. Judging by the way they spoke, they were clearly buddies.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As Susan watched, her boss rather blatantly failed to ring
up the case of beer that the man had brought to the counter. Taking the man's
money for only a bag of chips, Dan gave him some change.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Both men were laughing, acting like nothing had happened.
She heard Dan say, "...yeah, if you get enough of these beers in
her," and then begin laughing harder. Susan couldn't believe the guy's
nerve.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
After his friend left, Dan turned towards Susan. "Still
here?" he asked, again. "Go home." He smiled.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Unable to let what she had just witnessed pass, Susan came
closer to Dan and lowered her voice.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"You didn't charge that guy for his alcohol," she
said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"What? That guy?" he asked, seeming oblivious.
"Yeah, he's just a friend, that's all - I told him I'd take care of
it."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Susan frowned, knowing he aimed to do no such thing.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"If I did that you'd fire me," she said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I wouldn't fire you Susan," he grinned, joking.
"I might just punish you a little."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"But you just let him walk out without paying!"
She couldn't let it drop. "That's stealing."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Stealing? Don't be so dramatic. Stuff gets taken all
the time - we can't stop it all. And a corporation like this? Fuel Mart just
writes that shit off. No one cares about another thing or two of beer going
missing."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"What about Pam?" Susan spoke without thinking.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Pam was the District Manager - Dan's boss. The name came out
of her mouth before she could stop it. Hopefully Dan wouldn't think she was
trying to threaten him.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dan, however, didn't even blink.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Pam?" He snorted. "Pam's not gonna find out.
Things always get stolen - there's always a shortage. The store I was at before
was running almost three hundred dollars shortage every month - and it was
mostly all alcohol. Of course, that place was a shithole, but still..." He
paused to chuckle. "I'm not afraid of Pam." He laughed a bit more.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Susan wanted to shake sense into the man, tell him he was
stealing, but Dan wasn't done, yet.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Pam needs to loosen up. She's so serious all the time
- as if that scares me? She's like my mom or something." He grinned wide.
"What's she gonna do if she finds out, spank me?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Susan's eyes widened. Now that, she thought, imagining her
cocky boss laid across the lap of the district manager and getting a good,
pants-down bottom thrashing, was something she would like to see! She could
almost hear the sounds of the smacks as they landed on that delicious, bare ass
of his. Suddenly, she felt faint!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In front of her, Dan was still talking: "Of course,
nobody here should be stealing." He looked at Susan. "Do as I say,
not as I do and all that."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Susan thought he was finally done talking, but after a
moment he continued. "I'll tell you what Pam needs." He smiled wide.
"Pam needs the spanking! That would loosen her up."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Laughing, he turned and walked away, leaving Susan gaping.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A moment later, Alyssa returned from making coffee and stood
beside her. "What was that all about?" the teen asked.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Susan didn't answer right away. Her mind had returned to the
image of a moment earlier. Their boss, Dan, with his pants and undies pushed
down around his ankles, laid out across the lap of the stern district manager,
and receiving the spanking he so rightfully deserved.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Suddenly, another thought came into Susan's head. What if it
wasn't Pam delivering the spanking? "What if it was me?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"What if what was you?" Alyssa asked.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Susan shook her head, trying to clear the beautiful image
forming there. She was beginning to get an idea. A wonderfully devilish,
delicious idea. She turned to Alyssa.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"That guy that was just in here - the one that came in
here with Dan. Ever seen him before?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Yeah, he comes in sometimes."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Does Dan always wait on him like that?" Susan
needed to know - if this wasn't just a one time thing...</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Alyssa thought for a moment and then nodded. "Yeah,
actually. He's done that with other people he knows, too." The young girl
nodded. "Yeah, he does that a lot, actually. Why?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Hmm? Oh, no reason."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Susan smiled at Alyssa, but inwardly, she was grinning ear
to ear. In her imagination, she was already seated on a chair, rubbing the
quickly reddening, bare skin of her boss's ass, as he lay helpless across her
lap. And he was pleading.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dan Wilson, her boss, was laying across her lap, pleading
with her to stop spanking him.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Suddenly feeling very horny, Susan quickly said goodbye to
the pretty teenager, and rushed out of the store.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Later that night, she began to work out the details of her
idea - hopefully, she could turn that image in her mind into the real thing!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>* * * * *</b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That weekend, Susan was ready to put her plan into motion. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As assistant manager at the Fuel Mart, she was responsible
for coming in Saturday and Sunday mornings - Dan's days off - to do the daily
reports and count the money. It was boring work, but easy.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
More important, she had total access to the back office -
including the store's surveillance system - for as long as she needed without
disruption.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The previous store manager, Robert, had been quite thorough
in his instruction, and now, as she fiddled with the surveillance program, she was
thankful. For instance, she knew that the system was set up to cache thirty
days worth of footage at a time. She also knew the password needed to access
that footage and how to use the software.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That Saturday, after she finished her work for the morning,
she reached into her purse and pulled out a portable hard drive. After a little
fussing, she had it hooked up to the computer that ran the surveillance
cameras, and began downloading the entire cache of daily recordings. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Since Dan had only been at the store for a little over three
weeks, his entire tenure would still be in the computer's memory. If Alyssa was
right, and Dan had been letting his friends walk off without paying for things,
then this downloaded footage would show it all.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That night, in the comfort of her home, she began going
through the downloaded footage from the store's security cameras. She was able
to fast forward through large chunks and entire days, looking only for those
periods when Dan was in the store. During the hours when Dan was in the store,
she would run through the video slower, watching for any instances when Dan was
working at a register, ringing up customers.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was tedious work, but she slowly made her way through the
footage. Every time she found a spot where Dan was making a sale, she would
note the timestamp on the video.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Armed with a list of transaction times, she could go into
the store's sales history, and bring up receipts for each of those sales. If
any items visible on the security video were missing from the receipts, such as
the case of beer that she had watched him give away, Susan would find them.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And when she did... Her cheeks reddened as she let herself
imagine what she could do once she had that information. She had a variety of
naughty ideas involving things she might do to her young, arrogant boss. Susan
smiled - mostly, she imagined what she might do to the young stud's tantalizing
buns.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It took Susan almost the whole week, but finally she made it
through all the long hours of video. Now, she had a list with all of Dan's
transactions, which she was eager to check against the sales history.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>* * * * *</b></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
On Friday, as she worked her shift at the Fuel Mart, she
could barely contain her excitement for the weekend ahead. Once she was alone
in the office, she would be able to go through the transaction histories. She
just KNEW she would find the evidence she needed to nail her arrogant boss.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Speaking of...</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Someone's in a good mood, today," said Dan,
coming to stand by the front counter. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Susan blushed, realizing that she had been humming to
herself as she stocked the cigarettes.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dan leaned over the counter towards her, lowering his voice.
"Did someone get a little action last night?" he asked, grinning.
"Good for you, Susan."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Susan grimaced, but forced herself to chuckle at her boss.
"What? Me? I'm just in good mood is all."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Dan nodded, and smiled wide. "I'll bet you are,"
he said, and winked. "Don't worry - it's our secret."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He indicated the bag in his hand and said, "I'm headed
to the bank."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I'll be right here," she told him.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Inwardly, she grinned - the unsuspecting pig couldn't know
it, but she would be getting some hot action very soon indeed - from him!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She watched him leave, eyeing the tight, round butt tucked
into his pants.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Susan felt the excitement in her rise to a fever pitch -
tomorrow she would start to dig through those receipts, and she was confident
she would find more than just the single instance of Dan giving away store
merchandise. Once she did, she would have her boss right where she wanted him. A
simple phone call to the district manager, Pam, and Dan would be finished.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Of course, that's not what she wanted to happen.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Hopefully, he would try to bargain with her, to stop her
from calling Pam, and to save his job.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The blush returned to Susan's face as her imagination
started up again. She didn't want Dan to get fired - at least, not right away. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
What Susan wanted was her cocky, young hunk-of-a-boss laying
across her lap, with his bared, round tush sticking up in the air. Asking for a
spanking. Asking for her to spank his ass.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Then, she wanted to turn that cute, little butt of his a
lovely shade of red.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That was her hope.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<b>* * * * *</b> </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Saturday morning, Susan counted the money and finished the
report as quickly as she could. She spent the rest of her shift alone in the
office, logged into the store's sales records. Armed with the list of Dan's
transactions, which she had gathered from the security videos, she printed out
the corresponding receipts.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She also fast-forwarded through the security footage from
the week which had just passed, to search for more of Dan's transactions. After
zipping through those five days of video and noting the times of the sales Dan
had made, she printed up more receipts and downloaded the matching video for
comparison. </div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When she returned home, she would compare what Dan had
actually rung up through the register, with what was actually being purchased.
If he was giving things away, those items would not be listed on the receipt,
but would appear in the video footage.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Spurred on by the images in her mind of the pants-down
spanking she would give her boss, she breezed through the monotonous work. By
the end of the weekend, she had gone through every single transaction Dan had
made at a cash register, checking the receipts against the video.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Right away, she had found a discrepancy - another case of
beer. Then, she found two bottles of wine.</div>
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Her heart began pounding in her ears.</div>
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Another case of beer! Some car care products! Her face felt
flushed. Next, was the case of beer which had started the whole affair.</div>
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Looking closely at the image of Dan in the video footage, a
huge grin came over Susan's face. She had him right where she wanted him.</div>
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Oh please, she thought, let him end up right where she
wanted him!</div>
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Finally, from the most recent week's footage, there was
another bottle of wine and a small case of beer. Susan was stunned - this was
even after she had confronted him about giving away store product! </div>
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The poor, deluded jerk, thought Susan. He must really
believe he could do whatever he pleased.</div>
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She rubbed her hands together like an evil genius. He might
have brushed her off before, she thought, but he wasn't going to brush her off
now!</div>
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<br /></div>
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In a way, Susan thought, he had helped choose his own
punishment: when she had confronted him about stealing - and what he was doing,
she believed, was a form of stealing - it was Dan who first mentioned spanking.
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Susan smiled - it wasn't his boss, Pam, who would be
spanking him, however. She licked her lips, as she imagined running her hands
over Dan's sexy, bare butt - it would be her.</div>
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Then, Susan remembered, in that same conversation, Dan had
also mentioned a spanking for Pam. Such disrespect!</div>
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<br /></div>
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Perhaps, she considered, Pam deserved a crack at his hot
ass, too. However, the district manager's reaction was difficult for Susan to
gauge - she may just fire Dan. Then, Susan would lose this amazing opportunity,
and Dan would escape his bare-assed spanking. </div>
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<br /></div>
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Susan couldn't risk letting that happen. She would just have
to give Dan a few swats on Pam's behalf!</div>
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And Pam wasn't the only one Dan had talked about giving a
spanking to. Only a few days after he had arrived at their store, he learned
that Alyssa had just celebrated her eighteenth birthday.</div>
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As Susan stood nearby, counting the money in her register,
she heard Dan exclaim, "You mean, I missed it?"</div>
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"Yep. Sorry," came Alyssa's short response. Susan
smiled, remembering - the teenager had disliked Dan right away.</div>
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"That's okay," Dan said. "It isn't too late
to celebrate. Come by the office and I'll give you your birthday
spanking." He laughed. "Eighteen swats?"</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Um, no thanks."</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Hey, we can do it right here if you prefer." He
glanced at the customer, a middle-aged man, whom Alyssa was ringing up.
"What do you say, buddy - sound good?"</div>
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The middle aged man shrugged; Alyssa blushed.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Susan was disgusted, but she held her tongue. Dan laughed
like the whole episode was hilarious, and then strode away from the front
counter, towards the office.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Susan decided Alyssa would love a chance to give her pervert
boss a spanking.</div>
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<br /></div>
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Of course, Alyssa was only eighteen and still in high
school. She was a nice girl, but if Susan let her participate in Dan's
punishment, she may end up gossiping with her high school friends, and that
could lead to all kinds of trouble.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
No, Alyssa must be kept in the dark, as well.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That would be the tricky part, since Susan wanted the
spanking to happen in the back office at the Fuel Mart - how much more
humiliating would it be for Dan, she thought, then to have one of his female
employees give him an over-the-knee, bare-assed spanking, right there in his
office? </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Susan was getting horny again, when she suddenly remembered
something else. Dan had once even suggested that SHE receive a spanking!</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was about two and a half weeks ago - she had finished
counting the money in her register after a shift, and she was five dollars
short. Dan, trying to unsuccessfully to flirt with Alyssa, looked over.</div>
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"Stealing cash again, Susan?"</div>
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<br /></div>
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"I'm missing five bucks," Susan admitted.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"If you need five dollars so bad, you could just ask
me," he laughed. "I'd lend it to you. Otherwise, you know, I'll have
to punish you. I am the boss around here."</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She ignored him, and began going over her numbers again -
she knew she wasn't missing money.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I think a spanking would be a good punishment for
theft," Dan was saying. "Maybe a swat for every dollar missing - that
seems fair."</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Found it!" Susan announced. "I forgot to
include my coupons." She breathed a sigh of relief - she hated making
mistakes.</div>
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<br /></div>
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"The offer still stands," Dan said, grinning.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That moment hadn't made much of an impression on her at the
time - Dan was always saying perverted, obnoxious stuff - but suddenly, as she
sat in her living room, with all of her research into Dan's mis-deeds complete,
that conversation took on new meaning.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A swat for every dollar, Dan had said. Susan liked the sound
of that.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She looked back over the list - all the items Dan had given
away - and she grinned. He might try to say he never stole anything, but he was
responsible for these missing items. And missing items meant missing money. Pam
certainly wouldn't make a distinction - Dan was responsible for missing money,
period. </div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A swat for every dollar, then, Susan thought.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She felt her face becoming flushed again. She would have to
check the prices in the store to be sure, but it looked like Dan had given away
close to one hundred dollars worth of merchandise!</div>
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<br /></div>
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That was one hundred swats on her boss's bare ass!</div>
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<br /></div>
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She lay awake in bed Sunday night for a long time, too horny
to sleep.</div>
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Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-62117764512478801652017-09-27T14:27:00.001-07:002017-09-27T14:27:45.871-07:00The String Bikini Spanking<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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The most embarrassing moment of my life happened when I was
a senior in high school. I received a spanking in front of my younger brother
and two of his little, creep friends. They saw me practically naked—wearing
nothing but a tiny, string bikini—as I lay across my father's lap. They ended
up seeing even more than that.</div>
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<br /></div>
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The worst part was, it was all my own fault.</div>
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<br /></div>
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I had just turned eighteen. In a few months, I would be
finished with high school forever. But of more immediate interest: in just a
week I would be headed down to the Florida panhandle for Spring Break.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My parents, in a huge change of attitude, had given in and
allowed me to travel with Cindy and Stephanie, two of my best friends, down to
the coast for an entire week. Normally, my parents were very strict about
letting me do anything—let alone going unsupervised to Spring Break—but I had
made a deal with them. Keep all my grades up and they would consider it.</div>
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My straight A's made it impossible for them to say no.</div>
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<br /></div>
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"Alright, Lindsey," said my mom. "Your father
and I are going to trust you, and let you go on the trip. But you have to
promise to be safe and to be smart."</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Yes, Mom."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"No drinking."</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Yes, Mom."</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"No drugs."</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Yes, Mom."</div>
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<br /></div>
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"No boys."</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Mom!"</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I mean it, Lindsey. Don't make us regret this."</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But before I ever even left to go to Florida, I had let my
mother and father down. They were disappointed in me, but I was the one who
regretted it. Big time.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It was all because of the bikini.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I wanted something super hot and sexy to wear while we were
in Florida. I had been working out and watching my diet for the whole year, and
I was really beginning to feel good about my body. My belly was flat, my
breasts had filled in nicely, and as I stood looking at myself naked in the
mirror—wide hips, long legs, round butt—I thought, <i>not half bad, Linds</i>.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Guys told me I was cute all the time. I didn't even wear
much make-up. I had long blond hair, which I was just as happy wearing down as
I was tying up.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I ran my hands over my curves, cupped my breasts, enjoying
their perkiness, patted my tight ass. The only thing was, I hadn't been able to
get rid of my tanlines. I knew that the tiny bikini I wanted would show them
off, but I hoped that I might get a day or two before we left to hit the
tanning salon.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But first, I had to get the bikini.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I had ordered it online. It was super cute and daringly
tiny. Red and green, barely more than strings. Tiny patches of fabric for the
breasts, for the crotch. Almost a thong in the back. I'd never worn anything
like it, but I daydreamed about slipping it on, feeling extra sexy, turning
heads on the Florida beaches.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Every day, I was the first one home—my mother and father
both worked until the early evening—and my little brother, Billy, never paid
any attention to the mail. No one sends thirteen-year-olds mail.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
So I was pretty confident that when the package with the
bikini came, I would be the one to get it. Apparently, the universe wanted to
teach me a lesson.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Mom had a half day from work.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I came home from school, checked for the mail. There wasn't
any. I walked in the house and Mom greeted me with a package in her hand.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Looking for this?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I tried playing innocent.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"What's that?"</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"It's a package for you."</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Oh, thanks," I said. I reached out for it.</div>
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<br /></div>
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"Care to tell me what you ordered?"</div>
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<br /></div>
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"Hmm? Oh, just some new socks."</div>
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<br /></div>
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"New socks?" I didn't know, but I'd already sprung
the trap. I was caught.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Yeah."</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"New socks from Sexy Swimwear? Sexy with three
X's?"</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My mouth was suddenly dry. I swallowed.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Why don't you open it right here," my mom said.
It wasn't a question.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I tore open the package and pulled out a plastic bag. I
reached in, pulled out the bikini. It was hard to see the shape of the thing.
It was practically all strings.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My mother kind of lost it. She grabbed the bikini out of my
hand, held it up, looked at it from a variety of angles.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"You were going to wear this? Lindsey. I'm
shocked."</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I didn't realize it was so small," I said. It was
actually true, but she didn't believe me. I <i>had</i> ordered the bikini with
the expectation that it would be tiny. But actually seeing it was something
else. Anyway, my mother wasn't buying my denial.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"You ordered a bikini from a place called Sexxxy
Swimwear. What did you expect?"</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I opened my mouth, but there wasn't anything to say.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"To your room," said my mother.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Her face was an angry mask. I wanted to ask if I was still
going to be allowed to go to Florida. I mean, she seemed <i>that</i> mad. But I
didn't even want to bring it up.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I went to my room, cheeks burning from embarrassment. My
mother must think I'm a total slut, I thought. And the trip to Florida. If she
wanted, she could tell my father and once he saw that bikini, I might not even
be allowed out of the house again until I went to college in the fall, let
alone Florida. But the hotel was already paid for, I thought miserably.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I sat on my bed and texted with Cindy for while. <i>Mom is
so pissed</i>, I told her. <i>Dad home soon. If I'm still alive, will talk 2 u
later.</i></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Eventually my father did get home. I would still be alive
after he was done with me, but I would be wishing I were dead. The shame and
humiliation about to be heaped upon me was still in the future.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In the meantime, I lay on my bed and closed my eyes.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I woke up to my father rapping on my bedroom door.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Lindsey. Come downstairs. We're going to have a
talk."</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
This was it, I thought. I waited until I heard his footsteps
going back downstairs, then I got up. Looked at myself in the mirror. On my way
to the gallows.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I opened my door and stepped out into the hallway. I heard
obnoxious giggling from the neighboring room. My little brother's room. When I
walked past, I glanced inside. My brother was there, along with two of his
friends from the neighborhood: Mark and Scott. The three boys looked at me as I
walked past, grins on their faces.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Someone's in trouble," said my brother Billy.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Mark and Scott watched me with perverted eyes, studied my
tanned legs, their gazes not so subtlely moving across my ass and up to check
out my breasts. Creeps. I was wearing a T-shirt and shorts, but somehow I felt
naked.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I hurried downstairs, found my mother and father waiting for
me in the living room. The plastic bag from Sexxxy Swimwear which contained the
micro bathing suit was in my father's hands. He was sitting on the couch. My
mother stood near the sliding door to the patio, looking at me with those
disappointed eyes.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Looks like we were wrong to trust you, Young
Lady," said my father. He shook his head as he reached into the bag,
pulled out the tiny, string bikini. "Care to explain this."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I didn't think it would be that small." I saw his
eyes narrow, as my mother's had earlier. "I didn't. I knew it was a little
<i>risque</i>." His eyes narrowed further at that word. "I mean, it’s
not <i>too</i> risque. I mean—"</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Not too risque? I'd hate to see what you <i>do</i>
consider risque." He shook the cotton strings. "This is beyond
inappropriate. You should be embarrassed to even think about wearing something
like this. I thought we taught you better."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Dad . . ."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Clearly, you need to be shown what is and isn't
appropriate to wear. Your mother and I talked about it and we agree." He
held the bikini towards me. "You're going to go upstairs and put this on.
And then take a good long look in the mirror."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"You want me to put it on?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Take a good look in the mirror at yourself. And then
you're going to come down here and apologize for buying it. Apologize for
thinking so little of yourself that you would even consider prancing around a
public beach in such a thing. And then you're going to tell us why you think
it's inappropriate. See if it's getting through your head. Understand?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"You want me to put the bikini on?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"That's what I said. And then look at yourself in the
mirror. Really look. And after you come downstairs and apologize, we can talk
about your punishment."</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Punishment?" I knew it. They weren't going to let
me go to Florida. Hundreds of dollars—tickets and hotel—down the drain.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Fine," I said. I snatched the string bikini from
his hand and stomped up the stairs, past my brother's room and his friend's
leering eyes, and into my room. I slammed the door behind me and then looked at
the bikini in my hand.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Everything was screwed up and that pissed me off. I felt
sick. But looking at those little bits of string and fabric, I found myself
becoming strangely curious. I <i>wanted</i> to try the bikini on. I couldn't
wait to see myself in it.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Because despite what I had told my mother and father, I knew
it was going to be small when I bought it. That's <i>why</i> I bought it.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Suddenly excited, I tossed the bathing suit on my bed, began
tearing off my clothes.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Once I had the bikini on, strings tied and all the
fabric(and there wasn't much!) covering the correct spots, I looked at myself
in the mirror as I had been instructed to do.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My God, I thought. I looked really, really hot. I felt sexy.
I felt <i>amazing</i>. The bikini top strained against my young, full breasts,
just barely concealing my nipples and areola. The pale skin of my breasts
spilled out on every side, peeked out underneath the fabric. It made my boobs
look even bigger, held them up, lifted and centered, with a wedge of sexy
cleavage. I'd never felt so impressed by my chest.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And the bottoms. Wow. The pale tanline of my old bikini was
visible all around, a white shadow around my hips, wider than the tiny string
bikini I now wore. My round ass, barely covered by the new bikini, looked
fantastic. I ran my hand over my bottom, lifted and let bounce the tight
cheeks. The bare cheeks. The only covering, hardly more than a thong, rode up
between them, disappeared to almost nothing, plunged into my crack.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It looked exactly how I imagined when I bought it. Better
even. I felt sexier than I ever had before. So hot. My cheeks felt warm; there
was a tingling between my thighs, which I longed to soothe with my fingers.
Except—</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Lindsey." Banging on the door, my father called
in to me. "That's long enough. Have you put it on?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Yes," I called through the door.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Good, then get downstairs. It's time for us to discuss
your punishment."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I hung my head. I couldn't believe the trip was all messed
up, that today of all days my mother had come home early and the package had
arrived. Like the universe was conspiring against me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Alright," I called. "Gimme a minute to
change."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Don't change. I want you downstairs wearing that
abomination. Understand?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Dad!" I couldn't wear this outside my room. I was
practically naked. "I can't. I mean, I have to put on some more
clothes."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Downstairs! Right now. As you are."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Dad, I—"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Not another word, Lindsey. Your mother and I will be
waiting."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I heard him walk away down the hallway, then his footsteps
loud on the stairs. I stared after him, looking blankly at my bedroom door.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I couldn't go out there looking like this. My reflection in
the mirror caught my attention. I suddenly didn't feel as sexy. I felt naked.
Almost completely naked. And my brother, I thought. Horrified, I realized that
Mark and Scott, his two friends, those two little pervs that were always
staring at me like they were picturing me naked, were here.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
If they saw me like this, I thought, wildly, they would
barely need their imaginations. My entire body was very nearly on display. I
thought I might die right there if they saw me wearing so little. The times
they had seen me in my much more modest bikini, I felt dirty long after they
were gone. Now, this.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I couldn't go out there like this. But my father and mother
were waiting downstairs. I suddenly understood a little bit why they were
angry. I was embarrassed to be seen wearing my new bikini.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My eyes scanned my room quickly, fell upon a towel hanging
from the hook on the wall behind my door. The towel from my last shower, big
enough to wrap around myself. It would cover me from my chest down to my knees.
I grabbed it off the hook, wrapped it around my exposed body. Tucked under my
armpits, it covered everything completely. Still sort of embarrassing,
especially knowing that I would have to cross in front of my brother's room.
Maybe they wouldn't be looking. It would be only a second.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Taking a deep breath, my near-nudity covered by the towel, I
opened my door and stepped out into the hallway.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
* * *</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My luck wasn't good. Just the way this day was going, and it
was only going to get worse. Much worse.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I crept down the hallway—I should have just hurried along—and
as I reached the open door of my brother's room, I peeked in. The three young
boys were seated on the floor in front of my brother's television, video game
controllers in hand. Except their eyes were all up and focused on me as I
passed the doorway.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I lingered long enough to see the eyes of those two little
pervs, Mark and Scott, grow wide. How much had they heard of my father's angry
speech downstairs and then a moment earlier at my door? Did these two creeps
know just how little I was wearing underneath the towel? I felt so naked.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Their eyes never leaving my body, I rushed past and down the
stairs.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As I entered the living room, my father was back on the
couch and my mother was still standing near the sliding door to the back porch.
They had been talking but when I appeared they broke off their conversation. My
father looked at me, eyes narrowing.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"What are you wearing, Lindsey?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I'm wearing the bikini. Geez, Dad. I had to put a
towel on. Billy has friends over."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Take that towel off right now."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"What?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
In the privacy of my own room, with the door shut and
locked, that was one thing. But he was asking me to drop the towel right here
in the living room, with nothing on but this micro string bikini. How could I?
With two little horny boys in the house with my brother?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I said lose the towel, young lady. Now." He stood
up, as if he intended to come over and remove the towel physically.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"But . . . " I lowered my voice, because I didn't
want the boys listening to what was going on. "But Billy's friends are
here."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"What's the matter?" asked my mother.
"Feeling a little shy in your new bikini? Do you see why we're
upset?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I do," I told her.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Remove the towel, Lindsey," said my father.
"Do it now."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"But Mark and Scott."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"What about them?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"What if they see me?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"They're upstairs. Besides, how many people would have
seen you in that bikini on the beach in Florida?" asked my mother.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"But that's different."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"How is it different?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"It's . . ." I couldn't think of anything.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"The only difference," said my mother, "is
that those would have been strangers seeing you. Boys you didn't even know.
Boys who had a lot of bad ideas in their heads. Getting the wrong idea from
your slut suit."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Mom!"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"You know your brother's friends, and yet you're
embarrassed. Those strange boys would have seen your whole body and that
doesn't even bother you? I'm afraid we raised you poorly."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Mom."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Lindsey." My father was growing angrier.
"Don't make me tell you again."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Fine," I said. I was getting angrier, too. Slut
suit? Raised poorly?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I reached down and undid the towel, tossed it onto the
floor. I stood there before my parents, wearing the tiniest of string bikinis.
My mother actually gasped and put a hand to her mouth. My father simply shook
his head.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"There's absolutely no way you're stepping outside in
that," he said. "Look at yourself."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I did, Dad."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Your mother and I are very disappointed in you. We
need to hear an apology. Come on."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"What should I apologize for? I'm sorry that I bought
this bikini?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"You can apologize for that, and for letting us down.
We agreed to let you go on this trip. We trusted your judgment, but I guess
that was a mistake."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Geez, you guys. It's just a bikini. And I <i>am</i>
sorry I bought it. Now everything's messed up. I assume I won't be going to
Florida?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"We can talk about that later," my father told me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Just a bikini?" my mother said. "Just a
bikini? You're apparently ashamed enough of that bikini that you have to wear a
towel over it in your own house."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"That's because of Mark and Scott."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"What about them?" asked my mother.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"What about them? I don't want them to see me like
this."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"And why not?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Because . . . " I wanted to say because they're
perverts. But I suddenly thought, <i>I'm</i> the one wearing the bikini. If
they stare at my body, it's only because I'm displaying it. Was I actually
starting to see my mother's point of view?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I shouldn't have bought the bikini," I said. I
looked at my father. "I'm sorry."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He stared at me for a moment, and then nodded. "That
sounded sincere. Apology accepted." He turned to face my mother.
"Ruth?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I think she's starting to understand."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"So can I go back upstairs now?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"There's still your punishment to discuss."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"My punishment? Can I at least put the towel back
on?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Consider this part of your punishment," my mother
said. "You have to wear the bikini that you bought. Terrible, isn't
it?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Ok, then," I said, trying to sound confident. I
felt horribly exposed standing there in the tiny bathing suit in my living
room. The string was riding up my crack and the air all across my nearly nude
body was giving me goosebumps. "What else? Am I grounded? I assume I can't
go on the trip. Anything else?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"This is important," my father said. "You
broke your trust with your mother and I; and you buying this bikini, your
wanting to wear this crude thing out in public is disturbing. We need to make
sure you understand that this is completely inappropriate behaviour for a
young lady. Which is what you are now. So we have to make sure you get this
through your head. Not acceptable behavior."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Alright," I said. "So what? No phone, no
internet?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He shook his head.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"What? No car?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Instead of answering, he turned and walked to the couch, and
then sat down. From there, he returned his hard eyes to me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I looked from him to my mom and then back again.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"What?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Come here, Lindsey. Lay down across my lap."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"<i>What?</i>"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Right now, Young Lady."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I used to get a spanking sometimes when I did something
really extra terrible. I probably hadn't gotten one since I was twelve or
thirteen. I was eighteen now! My father couldn't seriously be—</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Lindsey, get over here right now and lie down across
my lap. You need to be taught this lesson. Right now. Over my lap."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My father's stern voice, the most commanding and angered
tone he ever used, pulled me across the room, moving my feet almost without my
input. The towel lay discarded where I dropped it. I approached my father,
stood before him wearing nothing but the tiny bikini which had gotten me into
this whole mess. Like the little girl who still remembered having her bottom
spanked, I stood with my head down in front of my father. I crossed my arms
over my nearly bare body.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He patted his lap.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Let's get this over with," he said, impatient.
"Come on."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He reached a hand up towards me. I let him take ahold of one
of my wrists, pull me forward and then down.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My mind reeling, I found myself laid across my father's lap,
wearing nothing but a tiny, string bikini. My bare behind, covered by little
more than a thong, stuck up in the air. I felt like a guilty little kid lying
there, not an eighteen year-old high school senior, only a couple months from
finishing school.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Alright, Lindsey," said my father. "Here's
how this is going to work. I'm going to—"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Only he didn't get a chance to finish.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"What's going on?" The worst sound I could
imagine.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My little brother's voice.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Is Lindsey getting spanked?" He sounded excited
and amused. And then I heard a noise fit for my worst nightmares. The
unmistakable giggle of my brother's friend, Mark. I glanced over my shoulder,
saw all three thirteen-year-old boys—my brother, Mark, and Scott—halfway down
the steps, mouths open, eyes wide, staring at me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My God, I thought, I was nearly naked! Lying across my
father's lap, my almost-bare ass up in the air, wearing practically nothing.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I began struggling, which unfortunately drew my father's
attention—and his anger—away from my brother and back on to me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Lindsey!" His voice was a harsh bark. "Stop
that this instant."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I was kicking my legs and trying to scramble off his lap, to
hide somewhere. Find some place to disappear, hopefully forever. This was
beyond humiliating.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Only, it was just beginning.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I said, stop," my father ordered, and then SMACK!
His hand came down on my exposed bottom and I let out a yelp and an indignant
curse.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Such language," my mother said, and I could hear
the shaking of her head, even if I didn't see it.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
One of the watching boys snickered. <i>Oh God</i>.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Dad, stop," I cried. "I need to cover up.
Dad, please."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"That," he said, "is exactly the lesson you
need to be learning."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And then SMACK! Another spank landed. SMACK! Another.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"They're watching," I cried. "Please!"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But I was being ignored.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
At least, by my father I was being ignored.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I glanced back over my shoulder, then squeezed my eyes shut,
immediately wished that I hadn't looked.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My brother was watching with his mouth open in disbelief.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
His two friends were standing right there with him. Eyes
wide, mouths split into enormous grins, watching as I—their friend's older
sister, eighteen year-old Lindsey Malone, whom I know they lusted for, drooled
over, fantasized about—lay across her father's lap wearing nothing but a red
and green string bikini and received a spanking on her thong-exposed bare ass.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I kicked feebly. I grabbed a hold of my father's pants. I
cried out in pain and humiliation with each blow that landed on my delicate
backside. SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Dad, please!"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Make them go upstairs!"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He answered, "What's the matter?" SMACK!
"Embarrassed to be seen in your new bikini?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Young boys giggling.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Watching.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Ogling.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And my father's hand SMACK! came down again and again SMACK!
on my jiggling, reddening, fully exposed cheeks.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Dad!"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
* * *</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
After two dozen or more hard spanks had landed on my exposed
bottom, I noticed with growing horror that after all my squirming and
struggling, the tiny bikini top had shifted and my bare breasts were hanging
out, jiggling and bouncing.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Dad!"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Dad, I need to fix my top. Please, they can see
everything."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"That's what happens," he said, "when you
wear such revealing things."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Then, instead of helping me fix my top, or giving me a
chance to cover myself back up, I felt my father grip me tightly around my
waist with the hand which had been spanking me. Suddenly his other hand was
pulling at the strings on my back and at my neck which tied my bikini top.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"What are you doing?" I shouted.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
But with a few quick yanks, the suit was untied. It dropped
off my body, landed on the carpet at my father's feet. I reached out and
grabbed it, but I was still laid across my father's lap and there wasn't
anything I could do besides lay there, holding the discarded bikini top.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Now instead of my breasts partially exposed, I was
completely topless.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Dad!"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I knew my brother's two friends, Mark and Scott, were
getting a good eyeful and my face was turning hot and red to match my sore,
spanked butt.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Once more, my father adjusted my positioning, switching me
from one arm to the other, and then I felt the horrifying sensation of his big
fingers working at the strings holding my bottoms together.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I began kicking furiously. "What are you doing? Not
with them here, please! You can't! I'll be naked! Don't let them watch,
please!"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"For someone who was planning to prance all around a
public beach with hundreds of strangers watching, you've certainly gotten awfully
shy."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I felt the knot on my left hip come undone, the strings
dropping limp against the skin of my thigh. His fingers moved to the other
side. I struggled trying to keep the tied strings away from him. I must have
been putting on quite a show for the little perverts watching, twisting and
sticking my spanked round ass up in the air.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Stop squirming," my father said, momentarily
pausing in his attempt to untie the bikini.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Please," I said again, "I'll be naked."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
At last, my mother spoke up on my behalf. Addressing my
brother, she said, "What exactly are you boys doing down here, just
standing there?"</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"W-we were just coming down to get some ginger
ale," my brother stammered, perhaps sensing that he might be getting into
trouble.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I don't see a refrigerator in here," my mother
said, sternly. "Get in the kitchen if that's what you're after, and then
go to your room." Thanks, Mom, but a little late, I thought.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Yes ma'am."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I glanced over my shoulder, cheeks burning with shame as the
boys began moving the rest of the way downstairs. All three kept stealing quick
peeks in my direction. I knew they could see almost everything. My spanked, red
cheeks. My bared breasts hanging beneath me. Practically every inch of my
young, tanned body was naked before their probing eyes. And my father was
working on the last bit of covering I had.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As the three boys disappeared into the kitchen, my father's
fingers yank the knot at my right hip loose. I felt the strings drop uselessly
against my skin, and then a second later, the untied bikini bottoms were pulled
right off my body and tossed onto the floor near my head. I could see them, a
few feet away, and felt air on my naked body.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My naked body.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Oh God, I thought. I was now bare-assed naked, across my
father's lap, and being spanked like a bad little girl. Even though I was
eighteen! And my brother and his two little creep friends had seen it all.
Almost. At least they hadn't seen—</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Ow!"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It began again, my father punishing my already reddened
backside with more spanks. This time, my jiggling cheeks were completely bared,
my naked breasts swung free. My kicking and squirming no doubt was flashing my
most private spot for all to see.</div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I reached back with one hand, trying to shield my aching bottom.
My father took ahold of my wrist, pinned my arm behind me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Hey!"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And right then, the three boys came back into the room. I
saw them, each carrying a can of ginger ale, eyes wide as they now saw me
stripped fully naked, an arm pinned behind me, my humiliating spanking
continuing.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Every single inch of my body. On full display.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I squeezed my eyes shut.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I could still see the leering grins of those little creeps
behind my eyelids; I would never hear the end of it. SMACK! I would never be
able to look them in the eyes again. SMACK! I was utterly humiliated.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Billy. Boys." My mother's stern voice.
"Upstairs. Now."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"We're going," I heard my brother say.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I felt my ass shake with each blow landed. Felt the naked
scarlet flesh burning under the searing gaze of the boys, where I knew their
eyes lingered. And between my legs, where I couldn't help but flash them
everything as I kicked and struggled with each—</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Oh. My. God.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Bare-assed naked. Spanked. Tits bouncing. Pussy out there.
SMACK! Everything out there for my brother and his two friends to see.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I wanted to die.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Finally, footsteps disappearing upstairs.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Thankfully out of sight.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
SMACK!</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It went on.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
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* * *</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
After the three boys had gone, I just laid there, hardly
struggling anymore at all. I kept my eyes closed, thought about going somewhere
and just disappearing forever. I didn't think I'd be able to face my brother
and his friends ever again.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I had nightmares that weren't as horrifying as those boys
seeing me stripped completely naked and spanked like a child.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And yet, they'd just seen exactly that.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My cheeks—the ones on my face—were burning with the shame of
it. They felt as red as my ass must surely be from the spanking. Which had
paused for the moment.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My father was no longer spanking me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Was my ordeal finally over?</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Stand up, Lindsey." He released my arm, the one
he'd pinned across my back.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Obediently, I slipped off his lap and kneeled on the floor,
not even caring about my bared breasts, or that I was sticking my spanked ass
out. I reached one hand around, rubbed the sore, tingling flesh.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Up," my father said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
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I stood, becoming more aware of my complete nudity. I was
standing in the living room of my house, in front of both my parents, without a
stitch of clothing. I covered my chest with one arm, shielded my pussy with the
other. Absurdly, I felt embarrassed that I hadn't yet shaved my bikini line and
was a bit fuzzy down there.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I stared at the floor, my ass aching.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Look at me," my father said. When I raised my
eyes, he said, "I hope you learned your lesson today. This was a very
important one. Tell me, did you learn your lesson?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Yes," I said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"What did you learn?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I shouldn't have betrayed your trust. You and Mom. By
getting the bikini."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I looked at the discarded halves of the bathing suit. Just
strings.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"It was inappropriate. I should have more respect for
my body." I sniffled a bit. "I didn't . . . I mean, I shouldn't enjoy
showing it off."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Anything else?"</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Just that I'm sorry," I said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My father didn't say anything for a while. He sat with his
arms crossed, looked over at my mother, back at me. I shifted uncomfortably,
very aware my nakedness. What if my brother and his friends came back down, I
thought, and saw more of me. A part of me screamed out, they've already seen
more than enough. Still, I shivered.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Alright," my father said at last. "I think
you can go up to your room and spend the rest of the night thinking about
this."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I nodded, eyes down.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Lindsey," my mother said. "I'm sorry but
this was for your own good."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I nodded. Risked raising my eyes. "About the trip . . .
I mean, the hotel and everything . . ."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"We'll discuss it later," my father told me, and
his tone suggested I shouldn't bring it up again until they were ready.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"You're excused," he said. "Upstairs. Think
very hard about what happened here this evening. About why we're mad."</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Okay," I said.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Still covering myself with my arms, I moved forward a few
steps, scooped up the long-ago discarded towel. I wrapped it around myself,
thankful to hide my over-exposed body.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I left the bikini lying in two pieces on the carpet.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Holding the towel tight around my body, I ascended the
stairs. My parents silently watched me go.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
When I reached the top of the stairs, I hesitated.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My brother's door was open. Somehow, I was certain that the
three boys were just waiting to see me dash humiliated past the door.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I swallowed hard, tightened my grip on the towel, and forced
myself to walk unhurriedly past. I kept my eyes straight ahead.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Crossing in front of the open door, I knew without looking,
that three sets of eyes—my obnoxious brother, and those two leering friends of
his—were watching me.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I knew that despite the towel I now wore over my nude body,
that the three boys had seen every inch of me naked, fully exposed. The two
perverts, Mark and Scott, would no doubt replay my humiliating nude spanking
over and over in their minds. I shivered with disgust as I walked.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My body covered by a towel. Underneath, my punished bottom
blazing red, the same as my blushing cheeks.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
And then I was past.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I hurried the final few steps, ducked into my room.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Just as I was closing the door, I heard that noise from my
brother's room. The noise I would hear over and over as I sat and played back
the most embarrassing moment of my young life.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The three boys—the wide-eyed witnesses to my naked spanking—were
laughing.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Even after I closed my door, laid on my bed with my eyes
closed, I could see them grinning, Mark and Scott salivating. I could hear them
snickering.</div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br />
<br /></div>
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New Story out now! Rather Exposed - an ENF adventure!<br />
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Available from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01N20DKPS/?tag=thomasyonge-20">Amazon (for the Kindle)</a>, and in other formats on <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/695223/?ref=thomasyonge">Smashwords</a>, and coming soon to other ebook retailers: Apple, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, and more!<br />
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<b>Anti-Fur protest gone wrong!</b><br />
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Tina, Kelly, and Jenny Lee decide to strip down on a busy sidewalk in
New York City to protest against the wearing of fur. Holding signs to
cover their nudity and chanting slogans promoting their cause, the three
coeds quickly amass a growing number of eager, lustful spectators,
while their friend, Valerie, records the protest for online distribution
to raise awareness for the cause. Unfortunately, after an encounter
with a vocal fur proponent, things spiral disastrously out of control.<br /><br />Soon,
the attractive young college students are reduced to three very
embarrassed naked females! Stripped of their signs and their modesty,
the blushing coeds are soon the jiggling, naked, center of attention for
an increasingly excited and riotous crowd of onlookers! Once they've
been so totally exposed, could things possibly get any worse?<br /><br />8000 words of Embarrassed Naked Female excitement!<br />
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What begins as a plan to see her shy hunk of a boyfriend naked turns
into something hotter once the poor guy's clothes are gone. Naked and
defenseless against Kim's (and her younger sister's) wicked plotting,
Matt soon finds himself lying across his girlfriend's lap for an intense
spanking session. It's a happy ending for Kim, but will there be one
for Matt? A hot CFNM spanking story for adults.<br />
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After one too many arrests, reckless rock star Kay Chang agrees to a
plea deal to avoid jail. The court-approved rehab is far from
traditional: the treatment promises behavior modification, but the
method will shock the young rock star. Stripped, spanked, and punished .
. . A red hot story of spanking and domination. ADULTS ONLY. <br />
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It seemed like the perfect idea. Until he was caught. Now this gym
employee who thought he could hide himself inside the Women's locker
room is in for the most humiliating experience of his life at the hands
of four angry young women: stripped naked, spanked, and all of it
captured on camera. What further humiliations await before all is said
and done? A red hot CFNM spanking story, 13500 words. <br />
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Megan loses a game of strip beer pong at a sorority party. Standing
naked in the middle of a crowded party, how could things get any worse?
Answer: The Campus PD arrives, looking for anyone under the drinking
age!
Still naked, Megan flees into the night and into an erotic adventure:
streaking through parking lots, chased and photographed, and even
spanked! Will her ordeal ever end? <br />
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Arrogant, cocky, and rude. Susan's young new boss is also a cute hunk.
When she catches him giving away store merchandise, she comes up with a
plan to get him right where she wants him - over her knee for a
pants-down spanking! <br />
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Brendella is no ordinary fantasy hero! The beautiful warrior-woman has a
knack for getting herself into all sorts of embarrassing predicaments
(and out of her clothes!) This collection contains the first five
Brendella stories: The Horny Goblins, The Backwoods Peepshow, The
Trouble With Crystal Balls, Brendella Vs. The Tentacle Monster, and The
Overfriendly Enchantress. RISQUE ADULT CONTENT. <br />
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<br />Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-57906613176378712812016-05-19T13:25:00.000-07:002016-05-19T13:26:03.569-07:00Taming the Rock Star<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Brand new story available now!<br />
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Plus exciting news forthcoming about print editions!<br />
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<b>Taming the Rock Star</b><br />
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Get the electronic version from <a href="https://www.amazon.com/dp/B01DYF6Y34/?tag=thomaasyonge-20">Amazon</a>, <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/628025/?ref=thomasyonge">Smashwords</a>, <a href="https://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/ebook/taming-the-rock-star">Kobo</a>, <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/mt/book/taming-the-rock-star/id1101325617?mt=11">iTunes</a>, <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/taming-the-rock-star-thomas-yonge/1123644153?ean=9781533286161">Barnes & Noble</a>, and more!<br />
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<b>The story: </b><br />
Grungy rock star Katherine Chang is wild and reckless. A little too
reckless. Now, after one too many visits to the courts—most recently for
a drunken accident that nearly took the life of a cyclist—Kay agrees to
a plea deal in order to avoid prison time. However, the court-approved
rehab is far from traditional. The treatment promises behavior
modification; the method will shock the beautiful young rock star. But
if she wishes to avoid jail and the litigious wrath of her record
company, she'll submit. Stripped of her clothes, spanked and strapped,
still Kay stubbornly resists; but the dominating doctor is quite skilled
at his profession, and he's beginning to enjoy . . . Taming the Rock
Star.<br />
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A red hot novelette of spanking and domination. ADULTS ONLY.<br />
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And coming tomorrow: an announcement about the availability of many of my stories in print editions... stay tuned!<br />
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<br />Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-20459130573581682552016-03-06T11:59:00.000-08:002016-03-06T11:59:58.937-08:00Read an Ebook Week Sale!This week over at Smashwords, they're running a week long promotion to celebrate read an ebook week. Many of my stories are included in the deal.<br />
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This week only, you can grab two of my stories <b>completely free</b>:<br />
<a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/119542/?ref=thomasyonge">Brendella and the Trouble With Crystal Balls</a><br />
<a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/120495/?ref=thomasyonge">The Rigged Game</a><br />
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Use the Coupon Code RW100.<br />
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In addition, many of my stories are available at a discounted rate. You can get the following titles for <b>50% off the usual price</b>:<br />
<a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/123515/?ref=thomasyonge">Where Elves Bathe</a><br />
<a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/117598/?ref=thomasyonge">Flushed From the Party</a><br />
<a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/114534/?ref=thomasyonge">Spanking Her New Boss</a><br />
and four Brendella Stories:<br />
<a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/119536/?ref=thomasyonge">Brendella and the Horny Goblins</a><br />
<a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/119537/?ref=thomasyonge">Brendella and the Backwoods Peepshow</a><br />
<a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/119538/?ref=thomasyonge">Brendella vs. the Tentacle Monster</a><br />
<a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/119540/?ref=thomasyonge">Brendella and the Overfriendly Enchantress</a><br />
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Use the Coupon Code RAE50 for these stories.<br />
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Finally, a couple can be had for <b>25% off</b>.<br />
<a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/614818/?ref=thomasyonge">The Comedian's Spanking</a><br />
<a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/119533/?ref=thomasyonge">Brendella: The Collected Stories Volume 1</a> (That's all five Brendella stories for $3.74!)<br />
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Use Coupon code RAE25 for these two.<br />
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These deals last until the end of Saturday, March 12th!<br />
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<br />Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-71960245022651927522016-03-04T11:42:00.000-08:002017-01-09T07:32:47.372-08:00To See Him Naked<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Brand New CFNM Spanking story available now!<br />
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Find it now at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01CK2PPQY/?tag=thomasyonge-20">Amazon</a>, <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/620202/?ref=thomasyonge">Smashwords</a>, and other ebook retailers such as <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/to-see-him-naked/id1090313143?mt=11">Apple</a>, <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/to-see-him-naked-thomas-yonge/1123489150?ean=2940152903041">Barnes & Noble</a>, and <a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/to-see-him-naked">Kobo</a>!<br />
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<b>Full Description</b>: Kim's boyfriend Matt is a sexy hunk. Unfortunately for her, he's also incredibly shy. They've been dating for two months and they haven't made love yet. She hasn't even seen him naked! Matt is super kind and polite and charming, but Kim is at the end of her rope. If she doesn't get some action soon, she's going to have to dump the hunky shy guy.<br />
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In steps Kim's little sister, Jen, with a plan. If Matt is too shy to voluntarily remove his clothes, perhaps it's up to Kim to help him. Make him face his fear head on, so to speak. The two sisters devise a plan to trick Matt right out of his clothes and into Kim's horny clutches.<br />
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But what begins as a plan to see her shy hunk of a boyfriend naked turns into something even hotter once the poor guy's clothes are gone. Naked and defenseless against Kim's (and her sister's) wicked plotting, Matt soon finds himself lying across his girlfriend's lap for an intense spanking session. It's a happy ending for Kim, but will there be one for Matt?<br />
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A red hot CFNM spanking story. 8500 words. Adults OnlyThomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-22341875191302033092016-02-12T13:17:00.001-08:002017-01-09T07:32:22.741-08:00The Comedian's Spanking<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Brand new story now available!<br />
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The Comedian's Spanking is a 5000-word short story in which the titular comedian, a brash young female comic, finds herself laid across the lap of a heckler from the audience, for a very public, bare-bottomed spanking. The outraged young heroine could definitely be termed an <a href="http://thomasyonge.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-enf.html">ENF</a>—embarrassed naked female—although the story goes on to focus on the spanking.<br />
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This tale contains a M/F public spanking, numerous witnesses, humiliation, and reluctant/non-consent. So reader beware if that scenario disturbs you. Otherwise, enjoy the Adults Only fantasy herein.<br />
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Find it now at <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01BOGGUHA/?tag=thomasyonge-20">Amazon</a>, <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/614818/?ref=thomasyonge">Smashwords</a>, and other ebook retailers such as <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-comedians-spanking/id1084007375?mt=11">Apple iTunes store</a>, <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-comedians-spanking-thomas-yonge/1123424944?ean=2940152625332">Barnes & Noble</a>, and <a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/the-comedian-s-spanking">Kobo</a>! <br />
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<b>Full Description</b>: Popular comedian Sally Sandberg, known for her brash, alterna-girl
persona, has a deeply embarrassing secret. Years ago, before she was
famous, she suffered a very public, bare-bottomed spanking at the hands
of an offended heckler. Onstage, in the middle of her set at the Comedy
Canteen, she was pulled over the big man's lap and spanked pants-down,
right there in front of a cheering crowd.<br />
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The event is still
spoken of in hushed tones today; the story of that night remains the
stuff of legend within the Los Angeles comedy scene.<br />
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This is the
true story of that night, from one who was there to witness it. This the
story of Sally Sandberg's embarrassing, over-the-knee, bare-bottomed,
public spanking.<br />
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A M/F spanking story of 5000 words, intended for adults only.<br />
<br />Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-33327482926628232322016-02-05T11:53:00.001-08:002017-01-09T07:31:40.350-08:00Gym Peeper Punished<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After a long hiatus, I'm happy to announce my most recent publication: Gym Peeper Punished. More stories to follow very soon, including free stories to enjoy here on the website. Stay tuned!<br />
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This 13,000 -word novella is <a href="http://thomasyonge.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-cfnm.html">CFNM</a> (Clothed Female, Nude Male) story featuring a stripping, F/M spanking, and humiliation for a peeping tom caught in the Women's locker room at a local gym.<br />
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You can get it from <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B01AIZSPYO/?tag=thomasyonge-20">Amazon</a>, <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/607197/?ref=thomasyonge">Smashwords</a>, and other ebook retailers such as <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/gym-peeper-punished-thomas-yonge/1123253728?ean=2940152571813">Barnes & Noble</a>, <a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/gym-peeper-punished/id1074413405?mt=11">Apple</a>, <a href="https://www.kobo.com/us/en/ebook/gym-peeper-punished">Kobo</a>, and others!<br />
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<b>Description: </b>It seemed like the perfect idea. Until he was caught. Now this gym employee who thought he could hide himself inside the Women's locker room is in for the most humiliating experience of his life at the hands of four angry young women: stripped naked, spanked, and all of it captured on camera. What further humiliations await before all is said and done?<br />
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"I could open and close the locker from inside, and I could hold it
closed, if need be. Still, an "Out of Order" sign would help prevent any
ladies from trying to open it while I was in there. At least, that was
the idea. After the four women had been alerted to my presence because
of the noise from the warped, bent metal of the locker wall, the sign on
the locker ended up being like a huge finger pointing at my hiding
spot, saying "He's in here!" I tried to hold the door shut tight, but
they had more leverage outside, more room to yank and pull, and after a
moment the door was ripped open, and there I was: crammed into a locker
in the women's changing room, while four extremely angry female faces
stared down at me with fury and hatred in their eyes."<br />
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<br />Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-25369366128429040272012-01-16T22:59:00.000-08:002012-01-27T18:49:40.646-08:00Where Elves Bathe<div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Where Elves Bathe" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzZ1UcGbo-AvgT50GvBCprfNVXsyJI9hyphenhyphenIQIOpQt9tfRtjyROCoUw1hsLWOqdFsaid05yTBPRFFHxiJqSFyhdUtirxj9AqCWV71NXCrEibyoMfFO8GxJt3GztXaja_Z4jMBvUQLNj0senW/s1600/Where+Elves+Bathe+-thumb.jpg" /></div>"<b>Where Elves Bathe</b>" is now available.<br />
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All popular formats available <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/123515?ref=thomasyonge">from Smashwords</a>.<br />
Get it for the Kindle from Amazon <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006XW9GO0/?tag=thomasyonge-20">US</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B006XW9GO0">UK</a><br />
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This is a CFNM (Clothed Female, Nude Male) spanking story set in a fantastic world where lovely female elves bathe in forest pools. This is story of a young human man who is caught peeping on a group of bathing elfmaidens and finds out that there is a very stern penalty! A stripping and bare-bottomed spanking await...Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-23518027655322762012-01-06T21:18:00.000-08:002015-02-05T09:25:51.385-08:00The Rigged Game<div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">
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A new <a href="http://thomasyonge.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-cfnm.html">CFNM</a> story, "<b>The Rigged Game</b>" is now available.<br />
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This erotic quickie introduces the CFNM Spanking Club - a group of college coeds who prey on men, luring them into rigged games of strip poker. The ultimate goal of any evening is to have the unfortunate lad laying across their laps for some bare-bottom spanking fun!<br />
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Get it <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/120495?ref=thomasyonge">from Smashwords</a>.<br />
Get it for the Kindle from Amazon <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006UV8BRC/?tag=thomasyonge-20">US</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B006UV8BRC">UK</a>Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-57298302551298214422012-01-03T10:26:00.000-08:002019-08-19T18:40:04.587-07:00Brendella Collected Stories Volume One<div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">
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<i><b>Brendella: Collected Stories Volume One</b></i> is now available.<br />
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You can get it in all popular formats <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/119533?ref=thomasyonge">from Smashwords</a>.<br />
Get it for the Kindle from Amazon <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006T3TUT4/?tag=thomasyonge-20">US</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B006T3TUT4">UK</a><br />
Also available from <a href="http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Brendella-Collected-Stories-Volume-One/book-n5mp8FvZ7UuIcQbsDXnx_Q/page1.html">Kobo</a>, <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/brendella-thomas-yonge/1108178370?ean=2940032956327">Barnes & Noble</a>, and more<br />
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<i> </i>Brendella is no ordinary fantasy hero! The beautiful warrior-woman has a knack for getting herself into all sorts of embarrassing predicaments (and out of her clothes!)</div>
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<i>Brendella and the Horny Goblins</i></div>
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<i>Brendella and the Trouble With Crystal Balls</i></div>
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<i>Brendella in the Backwoods Peepshow</i></div>
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<i>Brendella vs. the Tentacle Monster</i></div>
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<i>Brendella and the Overfriendly Enchantress</i></div>
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Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-61976376027248390782012-01-03T10:20:00.000-08:002012-01-27T19:42:32.812-08:00Brendella and the Overfriendly Enchantress<div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Brendella and the Overfriendly Enchantress" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Kc4-h0pA5YM/TwNCnodgGoI/AAAAAAAAACM/mVauUQzc_kg/s1600/Brendella+Overfriendly+Enchantress+Thumb.jpg" /></div>The Brendella story, "<b>Brendella and the Overfriendly Enchantress</b>" is now available.<br />
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You can get it in all popular formats<a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/119540?ref=thomasyonge"> from Smashwords</a>.<br />
Get it for the Kindle from Amazon <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006T3KU7K/?tag=thomasyonge-20">US</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B006T3KU7K">UK</a><br />
Also available from <a href="http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Brendella-and-the-Overfriendly-Enchantress/book-6wctcZW8UEuf2oepNI14Tg/page1.html">Kobo</a>, <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/brendella-and-the-overfriendly-enchantress-thomas-yonge/1108178366?ean=2940032956365">Barnes & Noble</a>, <a href="http://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/thomas-yonge/brendella-and-the-overfriendly-enchantress/_/R-400000000000000591667">Sony</a>, and more<br />
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This Story is also included in <i><b>Brendella: Collected Stories Volume 1</b></i><br />
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In this story, Brendella meets a woman who is into fine wine and good conversation. Things begin to heat up when she discovers the woman is also into light bondage, and HER!Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-34001522230745383692012-01-03T10:18:00.000-08:002012-01-27T19:41:23.964-08:00Brendella vs. the Tentacle Monster<div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Brendella vs the Tentacle Monster" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SKLVF34AuKA/TwNCpGpCHaI/AAAAAAAAACU/7x7L__9DozQ/s1600/Brendella+vs+the+Tentacle+Monster+Thumb.jpg" /></div>The Brendella short story, "<b>Brendella vs. the Tentacle Monster</b>" is now available!<br />
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You can get it in all popular formats <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/119538?ref=thomasyonge">from Smashwords</a>.<br />
Get it for the Kindle from Amazon <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006T3KZDY/?tag=thomasyonge-20">US</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B006T3KZDY">UK</a><br />
Also available from <a href="http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Brendella-vs-the-Tentacle-Monster/book-5JfLw5PAvUCun5529bKtKQ/page1.html">Kobo</a>, <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/brendella-vs-the-tentacle-monster-thomas-yonge/1108178369?ean=2940032956358">Barnes & Noble</a>, <a href="http://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/thomas-yonge/brendella-vs-the-tentacle-monster/_/R-400000000000000591670">Sony</a>, and more<br />
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This story is also included in <i><b>Brendella: Collected Stories Volume 1</b></i><br />
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In this story, Brendella does battle with an aggressive tentacled creature. Can she survive the battle in one piece? Can her clothes?Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-28570288550321688722012-01-03T10:16:00.000-08:002012-01-22T14:47:21.516-08:00Brendella and the Trouble With Crystal Balls<div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Brendella and the Trouble With Crystal Balls" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xz-Ud1_IbEw/TwNCqrNj7pI/AAAAAAAAACc/gymmLF_wEbI/s1600/Brendella+Trouble+With+Crystal+Balls+Thumb.jpg" /></div>The Brendella short "<b>Brendella and the Trouble With Crystal Balls</b>" is now available!<br />
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You can get it in all popular formats <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/119542?ref=thomasyonge">from Smashwords</a>.<br />
Coming Soon from Amazon.<br />
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This story is also included in <b><i>Brendella: Collected Stories Volume 1</i></b><br />
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In this story, Brendella seeks to uncover her destiny with the advice of a fortune teller. The fortune teller seeks to uncover Brendella's mysteries.Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-17400221086468832262012-01-03T10:12:00.000-08:002012-01-27T19:40:20.491-08:00Brendella in the Backwoods Peepshow<div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Brendella in the Backwoods Peepshow" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1qhNcklUfvQ/TwNCklBavaI/AAAAAAAAAB8/8Jee2u6SMrw/s1600/Brendella+Backwoods+Peepshow+Thumb.jpg" /></div><br />
The short story "<b>Brendella in the Backwoods Peepshow</b>" is now available.<br />
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You can get it in all popular formats <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/119537?ref=thomasyonge">from Smashwords</a>.<br />
Get it for the Kindle from Amazon <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006T3KRPA/?tag=thomasyonge-20">US</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B006T3KRPA">UK</a><br />
Also available from <a href="http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Brendella-in-the-Backwoods-Peepshow/book-t8lfb1_j0ESVhB58twbSLg/page1.html">Kobo</a>, <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/brendella-in-the-backwoods-peepshow-thomas-yonge/1108178368?ean=2940032956341">Barnes & Noble</a>, <a href="http://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/thomas-yonge/brendella-in-the-backwoods-peepshow/_/R-400000000000000591669">Sony</a>, and more<br />
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This story is also included in <i><b>Brendella: Collected Stories Volume 1</b></i><br />
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In this story, Brendella crosses paths with a trio of country lads who hatch a complex plot to get the warrior-woman out of her clothes. Will they succeed, or will she see through their carefully laid plans?Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-61015605350647122782012-01-03T10:08:00.000-08:002012-01-27T19:39:16.628-08:00Brendella and the Horny Goblins<div style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Brendella and the Horny Goblins" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pqx0D-vX5YM/TwNCi-sBlZI/AAAAAAAAAB0/9nLrCRS_v4Q/s1600/Brendella+Horny+Goblins+Thumb.jpg" /></div>The Brendella short story, "<b>Brendella and the Horny Goblins</b>" is now available.<br />
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You can get it in all popular formats <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/119536?ref=thomasyonge">at Smashwords</a>.<br />
Get it for the Kindle from Amazon <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006T3KSBS/?tag=thomasyonge-20">US</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B006T3KSBS">UK</a>.<br />
Also available from <a href="http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Brendella-and-the-Horny-Goblins/book-BBPJHHe8T0yoRF1Vyiub1g/page1.html">Kobo</a>, <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/brendella-and-the-horny-goblins-thomas-yonge/1108178365?ean=2940032956334">Barnes & Noble</a>, <a href="http://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/thomas-yonge/brendella-and-the-horny-goblins/_/R-400000000000000591666">Sony</a>, and more<br />
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This short is also included in <i><b>Brendella: Collected Stories Volume 1</b></i><br />
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In this story, Brendella learns of a gang of goblins who like to strip women travelers along the road. She heads off to face them, but will she defeat them or become their next victim?Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-73462548870667110842011-12-26T15:51:00.000-08:002012-01-27T19:38:06.065-08:00Flushed From the Party<div class="separator" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><img alt="Flushed From the Party thumb" border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMwLeM3P2eELdpu8DJzUBH9GClLc81eh3-LWPqq1LL2zZemHy_LkdiZYq_wJhDieDkkYBeXqXWySSNMMU2vK_naoSpoxYh_0LepZA3woaKOjeysO6IPIQsz88voDNrb2l_xyxGrsV6KP5/s320/Flushed+From+the+Party+thumb.jpg" width="142" /></div><b><i>Flushed From the Party</i></b> is now available for .99 cents.<br />
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Get it for the Kindle from Amazon <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006QCYTAS/?tag=thomasyonge-20">US</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B006QCYTAS">UK</a>.<br />
Also available in several formats <a href="https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/117598?ref=thomasyonge">from Smashwords</a>.<br />
Or try <a href="http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Flushed-From-the-Party/book-5OCv1uAGsU-z5gW-0YRWvQ/page1.html">Kobo</a>, <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/flushed-from-the-party-thomas-yonge/1108196147?ean=2940032961468">Barnes & Noble</a>, <a href="http://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/thomas-yonge/flushed-from-the-party/_/R-400000000000000591943">Sony</a>, and more<br />
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I wrote this story and originally posted it online at an internet storyboard in July of 2007. It has undergone a minor edit, and it has been made more clear within the text that the main character is over 18. Apart from that, it is largely unchanged and so one or two readers may recognize it.<br />
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Here's the description:<br />
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<i>Megan, a nineteen year-old college freshman, loses a game of strip beer pong at a sorority party. Standing naked in front of a couple dozen college kids, how could things get any worse?<br />
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Answer: The Campus PD arrives, looking for anyone under the drinking age! College kids take off running in every direction.<br />
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Megan, still naked, flees into the night, too. And into an erotic, naked adventure which sees her streaking through parking lots, being chased and photographed, even receiving a spanking! Will her ordeal ever end? Or will the police finally catch up to her and take her in, naked and in handcuffs?<br />
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This story is about 13100 words, or about 45 pages. </i><br />
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I urge you to check it out.<i> </i>Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-72425719030284392202011-12-22T18:41:00.000-08:002011-12-22T18:54:22.188-08:00Excerpt - Brendella & the Horny Goblins (upcoming)As promised, I have an excerpt to share from the upcoming story, "Brendella and the Horny Goblins". It is an <a href="http://thomasyonge.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-enf.html">ENF Story</a>, in a fantasy (swords & sorcery) setting.<br />
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Brendella is an ENF character who is the focus of a series of short stories I am currently working on. The collection (the first of many, perhaps!) will be out at the beginning of the new year.<br />
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Brendella <i>is</i> a capable warrior, although often through bad luck, absentmindedness, or overconfidence, she finds herself in embarrassing situations. Usually, this involves the loss of most, if not all, of her clothing!<br />
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Here then is a short excerpt, as Brendella (already captured and bound by the goblins) begins to have her clothes forcibly removed!<br />
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<b>From "Brendella, and the Horny Goblins":</b><br />
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<div style="margin-left: 8%; margin-right: 8%;">Now, the eyes of her captors turned fully upon her. She struggled into a sitting position.<br />
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"We like you, preeety lady," one of them said.<br />
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"Yummy yummy," said another.<br />
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They muttered amongst themselves in their own primitive language, occasionally gesturing towards her. She dreaded to know what they were planning.<br />
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After a moment, there seemed to be some sort of consensus reached. One of the creatures stepped forward, brandishing what had once been her knife.<br />
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She tried to back away, pushing herself along the ground with her legs, but the creature had no trouble catching her. A couple of the others eagerly jumped forward to offer their assistance.<br />
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They turned her over onto her stomach. The one with the knife leaned in close. At first, she almost thought he was going to slice her throat. Instead, he brought the knife to her shoulder, and began to saw through one of the straps holding her cuirass in place.<br />
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Her frantic protestations to this action were muffled by the gag in her mouth.<br />
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Cutting feverishly, the goblin sliced through one strap, and then the other. The blade moved down to her side where, rather than deal with the belts and ties holding her armor together, the appalling beast just sliced right through them!<br />
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More conversation passed between her captors. A moment later, she was rolled onto her back, her bound arms pinned beneath her.<br />
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Now she could see everything he was doing. Eyes wide, she watched him take the knife to her belt, cutting through it. He pulled it free and handed it back to one of his buddies. The drawstrings on her leather leggings were next.<br />
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Now a pair of goblins joined him on the ground. They each grabbed one of her legs. The goblin with the knife leaned forward and cut the binds from her ankles. She tried to kick out with her legs, but the little bastards were stronger than they appeared. With all the leverage, they easily held her down.<br />
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The one with the knife handed away the blade, then moved towards her feet. As the other goblins began to chatter and giggle, he first pulled off her left boot, then the right.<br />
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Feeling the air on her now bare feet made her very conscious of what was in store for her if she didn't get away from these little cretins soon. A whole lot more of her would soon be bared to the evening air!</div>Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-69624933969693131322011-12-21T14:28:00.000-08:002011-12-21T14:31:28.934-08:00Introducing an ENF CharacterI have a new character that I've been working out some stories for, and she is going to be a classic ENF character. I've written previously about <a href="http://thomasyonge.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-enf.html">what makes for good ENF stories</a> (to me). There is also a short article <a href="http://www.writing.com/main/view_item/item_id/1501577-Tips-for-Writing-an-ENF-Story">here</a>, which describes the genre.<br />
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As well as being an ENF heroine, this new character is also a swordswoman - and the stories will be clearly set within the fantasy genre, with all of the usual trappings: magic, monsters, inns, swordfights, and more.<br />
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Allow me to introduce Brendella, Warrior of the Sands.<br />
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<a name='more'></a>Despite being a capable warrior, Brendella often finds herself in some embarrassing situations. She is a little haughty and over-proud, possessed not of the sharpest intellect, and occasionally a bit naive.<br />
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In upcoming stories, she finds herself stripped by a gang of horny goblins; tricked out her clothes by some simple, country lads; at the mercy of cruel enchanter; and doing battle with the dreaded (and somewhat frisky) tentacle monster.<br />
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Hopefully there will be many more besides these. Look for them to start appearing soon - and an excerpt from Brendella and the Horny Goblins, which I previously promised.<br />
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I'm excited to work on some ENF / Fantasy stories - I think it's a realm ripe for exploration.<br />
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Thoughts on fantasy mixed with ENF? or <a href="http://thomasyonge.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-cfnm.html">CFNM</a>? Or any other <a href="http://thomasyonge.blogspot.com/2011/12/kink-erotica-these-aint-your-mothers.html">Kink Erotica</a> set in a fantasy world?Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-48597588947991044912011-12-19T13:10:00.000-08:002011-12-19T13:35:29.541-08:00Kink Erotica - These Ain't Your Mother's Romance Stories!I often have a hard time describing the type of erotic stories that I write, and in particular, classifying them amongst other erotica.<br />
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There is very little sex in the stories I write, which tends to be a hallmark of the genre. And there's very little romance in there generally, so these aren't romances, either.<br />
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Although there may be an angle of domination, that isn't always the case. Likewise, although there may be some light bondage, it's usually not the focus of the story. Therefore, I tend to shy away from classifying my stories as BDSM.<br />
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The things I find exciting, which become the things I write about, are more often considered fetishes. Things like spanking, voyeurism, accidental and embarrassing nudity, public nudity, exhibitionism, etc.<br />
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Although Spanking is often a large enough niche to stand on its own, the others usually aren't.<br />
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So I'm left with the general term: Fetish. Or perhaps, Kink.<br />
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<a name='more'></a>I like the name Kink Erotica as a genre, although my kinks and preferred fetishes may or may not jive with yours, or with somebody else's. <br />
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There is a general belief I have - that most everyone likes to read about sex; fewer people like to read about women(or men) locked out of their hotel room naked. However, readers (myself included) tend to become quite excited when they find a story or an author concerned with their own personal favorite kinks.<br />
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Of course, even within the range of stories I like to write, there is a lot of room to move around.<br />
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In a day or two, I'll be posting an excerpt from my next release, which is a fantasy story (fantasy as in magic and monsters). It will be an <a href="http://thomasyonge.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-enf.html">ENF story</a>, featuring an over-proud swordswoman who is stripped naked by a gang of horny goblins.<br />
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Stay tuned for the excerpt and the full release!Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-75300100242081145262011-12-16T21:33:00.000-08:002012-01-27T19:36:43.202-08:00Spanking Her New Boss<div style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Spanking Her New Boss cover" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpR5PNsaHQYKoIKNBFcc0TPOHHl72zJZJc4n21bA9O9E3JlJc_TQLYfT5cYr8_JqUW4py-Cs87GmsoSYZA2JXbweY3DQpyq-sefknPV3K_fSyiT8glbYWu0xT_r732Vb29kfQFg2jvVazS/s1600/c7298c3ba411dc9e71670ff6cf7e42e7040190d9-thumb.jpg" /></div><b><i>Spanking Her New Boss</i></b> is now out! And it's great, CFNM fun!<br />
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Get it for the Kindle from Amazon <a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006M6IEL8/?tag=thomasyonge-20">US</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B006M6IEL8">UK</a>.<br />
All other formats available from <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/114534?ref=thomasyonge">Smashwords</a>.<br />
Also available from <a href="http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Spanking-Her-New-Boss/book-kQFv2Dlvz0WPSD7GA0ei8Q/page1.html">Kobo</a>, <a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/spanking-her-new-boss-thomas-yonge/1108076865?ean=2940032940142">Barnes & Noble</a>, <a href="http://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/thomas-yonge/spanking-her-new-boss/_/R-400000000000000573672">Sony</a>, and more<br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i><span itemprop="description">"Arrogant, cocky, and rude. Susan's young new boss is also a cute hunk. When she catches him giving away store merchandise, she comes up with a plan to get him right where she wants him - over her knee for a pants-down spanking!"</span></i></span><br />
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<i><b>Spanking Her New Boss</b></i> is a CFNM Spanking story, so that is exactly what you can expect. ;)<br />
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You can sample the first 45% (almost half the story!) for free, through <a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/114534?ref=thomasyonge">Smashwords</a>.<br />
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If you purchase Spanking Her New Boss and enjoy it, please let me know! Either leave a comment here, or a kind word on the Smashwords or Amazon product page! I want to know the story is being enjoyed!<br />
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I have plans to do follow up stories involving many of the same characters, so look for more spanking action at the Fuel Mart soon!Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-64569092035075909452011-12-14T14:11:00.000-08:002011-12-14T14:14:25.318-08:00What is CMNF?CMNF stands for Clothed Male, Naked (or Nude) Female.<br />
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CMNF stories cover a wide range of potential fetishes. Most of the time, the woman is somewhat reluctant and embarrassed, since herein lies a great wealth of conflict - the thing which drives fiction. However, this isn't always the case - for instance, the story of a stripper, surrounded by clothed men in a strip club, is technically CMNF. In most cases, the emphasis on the female's nudity amongst clothed men is central to the genre.<br />
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<a name='more'></a>In my CMNF stories, there is very little actual sex. Most of my female characters are <a href="http://thomasyonge.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-enf.html">ENF, or Embarrassed Nude Females</a>, and the stories tend to focus on these women, who find themselves in embarrassing situations, usually naked and in the presence of men. Escaping the situation, covering up and hiding their nakedness, is usually foremost on their minds.<br />
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There is occasionally some light bondage and spanking, but my CMNF stories tend to be a little milder than the reverse - <a href="http://thomasyonge.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-cfnm.html">CFNM, or Clothed Female, Naked Male</a>, where domination and humiliation are more common.<br />
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As stated, my favorite CMNF stories tend to be the ENF variety - both to read and to write. Most of my stories will follow that theme. Perhaps a woman loses a bet, or loses at some strip game. Maybe she gets locked out of a house or hotel room naked, or otherwise finds herself out in public without a stitch of clothing. Occasionally, she may be tricked out of her clothes, or have her clothes stolen, such as while skinny dipping. And rarely, she may through a dare, lost bet, forfeit, or other reasons, find herself submitting to a spanking, forced to perform oral sex, and other similar things.<br />
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Sometimes, the female character grows to be comfortable around clothed men while remaining naked - most often, she tries her best to escape and find some clothes!Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-15602230338219482932011-12-14T14:07:00.000-08:002011-12-14T14:12:03.242-08:00What is CFNM?CFNM stands for Clothed Female, Naked (or Nude) Male.<br />
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CFNM stories cover a wide range of fetishes and situations. The male may or may not be embarrassed by his condition. The woman or women in the story may have control over the man - commonly referred to as femdom (female domination) - or the women may merely be in the presence of nude males, such as in a strip club or a bachelorette party. Usually, the dichotomy of the clothed female and naked male is at the center of the story.<br />
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<a name='more'></a>In my CFNM stories, there is very little actual sex. However, if the women are in control of the man, there could be spanking, light bondage, or sometimes oral sex.<br />
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My favorite types of CFNM stories usually involve a male or males who find themselves at the mercy of one or more treacherous and horny women, who enjoy nothing more than stripping men naked (especially shy guys), and then spanking them, dominating them, and generally embarrassing the heck out of them!<br />
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Most of my CFNM stories involve this type of <a href="http://thomasyonge.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-is-enm.html">ENM, or Embarrassed Nude Male</a>, storyline.<br />
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Sometimes, the male character will grow to accept his role as a submissive to these horny women, and other times, he'll do everything in his power to escape.Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7819619222421037887.post-29661312346684545292011-12-14T09:59:00.000-08:002011-12-14T10:07:49.940-08:00What is ENF?ENF stands for Embarrassed Nude Female. Sometimes it will be written as Embarrassed Naked Female. Stories in this genre, or the ones I write anyway, tend to have very little actual sex. These stories focus more on the embarrassment felt by the nude female, who is usually caught naked in some sort of public setting.<br />
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For example, a girl who loses a game of strip poker might be an ENF, and a story about her might not have any sex in it, but rather, would deal with her emotional state. The eroticism would come in the form of the slow, hand by hand stripping, and the feelings that surface as the girl slowly loses her clothes. <br />
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<a name='more'></a>Alternatively, the story could be from the point of view of someone who is witnessing the embarrassed nude female.<br />
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A large part of the embarrassment for the female are witnesses to the event and her nakedness. Hence, ENF generally falls into one of the Clothed/Naked categories.<br />
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CMNF, which is Clothed Male, Naked Female, would cover the situations where a naked female is in the company of a clothed man (or men). <br />
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Another possibility is CFNF, Clothed Female, Naked Female, where one woman is naked amidst a clothed female(s). This category could include sorority intiation stories, for example.<br />
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The setting could even be mixed, as in the case of a mixed gender strip poker game.<br />
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It is even possible, although rare, for there to be an ENF story with no witnesses - where all the drama and embarrassment is in the potential for being caught or discovered in the nude. Being locked out naked from a hotel room, for example.<br />
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ENF stories can range from light and humorous, to dark and vengeful; although, in the case of the latter, there is usually a reason the female is being tormented - for instance, stories of comeuppance and payback. The reader should feel that her ordeal is at least partially justified. If it isn't, then the victim should be able to get revenge later: if a nice girl is stripped and humiliated, then she should have the chance to get even with her tormentors.<br />
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ENF stories can be single, short embarrassing moments - briefly losing a bikini top at the pool, for instance - or it can be long, drawn out affairs.<br />
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Although there is usually little or no sex in ENF stories, spankings are always a welcome addition. Voyeurism may appear in some form, and so too, exhibitionism, although generally in the guise of the reluctant exhibitionist. Sometimes, the exhibitionism can lead to the embarrassing situation, such as a woman who is comfortable skinnydipping until her clothes are stolen.<br />
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An ENF story may change the female character, making her more comfortable with her nudity, and perhaps turning her into an exhibitionist - or, it may not change her at all, and she will be just as embarrassed the next time she is caught naked!Thomas Yongehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05424217584696092362noreply@blogger.com0