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Melanie
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My latest story: Melanie....
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Once upon a time, there was a very beautiful, young woman
named Melanie. She was about 5'6" tall with well proportioned,
gorgeous legs, dark hair and blue eyes, and milky white skin.
She also happened to be 35D with made her very attractive to most
men and quite a few women as well.
One day, she was invited to a party and decided that she
was going to break a few hearts while she was there. She put on
a white, semi-sheer blouse with poofy sleeves, navy blue shorts
that came down to mid-thigh, and white, opaque hose under those.
She stood in front of her bedroom mirror admiring herself. She
was truly gorgeous. You could barely see the straps and cups of
her bra through her shirt. She applied her favorite perfume,
just a touch, as she went out the door.
On the way to the party, she remembered that she had six
overdue parking tickets and that the transit dept at her Univer-
sity sent her mail telling her that she would be towed away the
next time she parked on campus. "Oh shit, " she thought, "I
better stop there on my way and see what can be done." She
detoured over to the Department of Parking and ran in quickly.
The receptionist was extremely rude. "I'm sorry, we don't make
exceptions for anyone. You have six tickets and that comes to
$265. You will have to pay $265 to clear your records." After
several minutes of arguing, Melanie demanded to see the woman's
boss. The receptionist got up and disappeared through a door
behind her desk. She returned in a huff and said, "Mr. Boren
will see you now."
Melanie went smugly through the door into the room. Her
eyes swept the office noticing a couch and end table on the far
wall and a chair in front of a desk directly opposite her. The
man behind the desk was quite handsome, apparently buried in
paper work. He didn't even look up as he said, "I'm Chris Boren,
can I help you?"
"Yes," said Melanie, "I have $265 in parking tickets and
there is no way I can pay them. Isn't there something that can
be done?"
"No, I am sorry there isn..." Looking up briefly, Chris
paused as the first thing he saw were Melanie's beautiful legs.
Continuing upwards along her body did not disappoint him. This
was a beautiful woman. In white stockings, no less, his favor-
ite. "Come over here and sit down and we'll discuss it. Your
name is Melanie, right?"
"Yes," she replied.
"Now Melanie, you realize the serious nature of what you
have done?"
"Yes." Melanie sat down in front of him and crossed her
legs. She couldn't keep her shorts from pulling up and revealing
most of her thighs.
"Six parking tickets. $265. That's quite a bit..."
"I know. I am sorry. It just got out of hand." Melanie
couldn't help but notice that he was staring rather pointedly at
her white, nyloned thighs. She recrossed her legs and blushed a
little. It only seemed to make him stare harder.
"Well, Melanie, here is what I can do for you. I can
substitute the $265 in fines with something else..."
"What?" said Melanie.
"A spanking," said Chris.
Melanie couldn't believe her ears. A spanking? Was this
guy nuts? She hadn't been spanked in her entire life and wasn't
about to start now. She got and said, "Goodbye" and headed
towards the door.
His voice stopped her, "Would you like to go to school
here next semester, Melanie?"
"Never mind," she said, "I'll just pay you the $265."
"I'm afraid that won't due anymore. To clear your re-
cord, you are simply going to have to submit to a spanking."
"No way," she said her knees beginning to shake.
"Well, you better consider another school then."
Melanie stood wracked with indecision. If she would've
been more aware, she would've noticed how erect her nipples had
become but she was too angry at what was going on. After several
seconds of thought, she became resigned to her fate and went back
and sat in the chair.
"Alright, you bastard, you win."
Chris got up and went around his desk to stand in front
of her. Very slowly, he reached out a hand slid it along her
white, stockinged thigh.
"You look gorgeous in white hose. How did you know they
were my favorite?"
Melanie's only reply was to stiffen her body and look
away. Chris continued running his hands over her legs for sever-
al more minutes then said, "Get up and go stand by the couch."
Melanie stood up and crossed slowly to the couch.
"Take off your shoes." Melanie removed her flats as
Chris crossed the room and sat in the middle of the couch.
"Now, Melanie, unbutton your shirt."
"Wait a fucking minute..."
"Do it, Melanie, or you'll find out what a real spanking
is."
Melanie fumed. With her eyes locked on his, she unbut-
toned her shirt.
"Very good. Now hold it open so I can see your breasts."
Melanie closed her eyes and held her shirt wide open.
Chris lovingly caressed her breasts with his eyes, tracing the
lines of her bra. God, he wanted to touch them.
"What size bra do you wear, Melanie?
"35D," she whispered.
"35D. God you're beautiful." Melanie blushed at his
words her chest turning crimson.
"Unbutton your shorts."
"No, please..." Melanie whimpered.
"Melanie, don't make me tell you again."
She moved her hands down to her shorts and unbuttoned and
unzipped them leaving them barely hanging on her curvaceous hips.
"Lay down across my lap."
Melanie moved forward and lay with her waist at his hips.
His hand moved under her chest cupping her breasts.
"Stretch your arms out in front of you."
Melanie stretched her arms over her head grabbing on to
the arm of the couch. Chris leaned over to the table and opened
a drawer pulling out two lengths of thin cord. He tied her
ankles together and then to the arm of the couch and then did the
same with her hands. Melanie begin crying.
"Please, I don't want to do this. I'll go to another
school. Please let me go."
She pulled on the cords but was tied so tightly she could
barely move. Chris gently fondled her breasts saying, " It's too
late for that now, Melanie." He begin to run his hands over her
legs again as she lay crying quietly on his lap. Finally, he
stopped.
"Now I am going to spank you. Keep track of which one
were on because if I lose track, Melanie, we'll have to start
over."
"Please, oh please, no...."
Melanie tried to struggle as he pulled down her shorts
but to no avail. She felt him pull down her hose around the tops
of her thighs and he begin to gently squeeze her nipples through
her bra. She wasn't ready for the first swat and squealed out,
"One!" just as the second spank hit her. "Two!" she sobbed. By
the tenth one, she was sobbing uncontrollably and didn't care
anymore. Fortunately, Chris didn't care whether she called them
out or not. After thirty, Melanie lay on his lap exhausted with
her ass burning. Chris paused.
"Please," she begged through her sobs, "isn't that
enough? I promise to be good from now on."
"Not quite, there is one more thing."
Chris slid his hands slowly between her legs and very
gently begin to finger her lips.
"No, I beg you, not that."
Chris slowly slid his finger inside her. It was then
that Melanie noticed that she was dripping wet. He slid his
finger slowly over her for several minutes then begin to gently
massage her clitoris. Melanie slowly begin rubbing herself
against him, her body pressing his finger further into her as
small moans begin to escape her mouth. Chris picked up the pace,
gently caressing her and smiling as he watched her struggle
against the cords. After several minutes, a long moan escaped
her lips and she arched her back gasping for breath. She went
limp. Chris let her lay there gently fondling her breast for
awhile. Then he untied the cords. Melanie stood up on shaky
legs and swayed before him. She steadied herself then pulled up
her hose and shorts and buttoned her shirt. She stared at him
for several seconds, then leaned down and kissed him lightly on
the lips.
"Thank you," Melanie said. She turned and left the
office. Chris got up slowly and headed for the bathroom.....
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