*For my Jewish readers: “I’m gonna whip your ass until I can smoke lox”
*For my Muslim readers: “I’m gonna whip your ass until I can roast lamb”
*For my Hindu readers: “I’m gonna whip your ass until I can fry nan”
An adult story about spanking and sex and very bad words, read with caution.
“Beating up my inner feminist”
I suppose y’all think I’m a beaten down, trailer trash, crack smoking barefoot and pregnant whore for wanting to be whipped, but I ain’t. I blame my daddy – God rest his soul – for my pecccadilloes: and don’t think for one cotton-pickin’ minute I don’t know what that word means. Daddy used to whup my ass every Sunday before church, just so’s I would pay attention to the preacher. Lord I miss my daddy. He raised me right, tried to beat the sass outta me – and failed -, but I know he loved me. Told me to stay in school or else; the principal damn near wore out the paddle on my naughty butt and momma made sure I paid with blisters for every C I brought home.
Thing is, that’s what I want from a man, a real man that is. Not the lowlife cretins covered with sores and staggering drunk before noon. No, a blue-collar man: with grease under his fingernails, a hunting license and a big dick that I can suck until the cows come home. With a good job, a home and a 4×4 with a light bar and monster tires. Now that honey, is a real man and when he fingers his belt, and growls at my back talking, I don’t want a lecture, I don’t want reason, I don’t want some pansy assed college boy telling me how a lady should behave: I want a good whipping that makes my cheeks flaming red and my feminist snatch drippin’ wet and horny! There ain’t no real men left in this world. Too interested in spa treatments for crying out loud. The only crying in my house is when the leather meets the sassy, big-bottomed, feminist who needs a good spanking to put a smile on her face. So cowboy up and get busy with your little woman: she’ll be ever so grateful.
There was a brief silence and then gasps from her audience. “Oh! That is so nasty and dirty Florence Lee! Bravo! That is your best story yet!”
“Why thank you kindly Clara Sue. Do have some of my watercress and cheese canapé. Emma made them this morning.”
“Emma is a treasure Florence Lee. Are you sure you can’t see your way clear to part with her?”
“Not on your life Betty Jo. You keep away from my domestics if you know what’s good for you.”
“Ooh, that sounds like a threat.”
“I’ll mention to Jenson what you were up to last Saturday night Betty Jo.”
“You wouldn’t you dare.”
“Now ladies. Simmer down. We’re all friends here and no need to be dragging our husbands into our… business. I for one don’t need a red bottom again.”
“Who are you kidding Clara Sue! Bo has spanking elbow from the amount of punishment you make him dish out. Tart!”
“Is that so Florence Lee? This story of yours you read to us, it wouldn’t have anything to do with the new mechanic down at Pee-Wees? I did see you there yesterday on the way to Susan’s to have my hair done.”
“I thought so. What happened?”
“I forget my purse and since I couldn’t pay… I asked for credit.”
“And Mr. Blue Collar said?”
“You’re lucky you’re not my woman Mrs. Thompson. Trying to slide out from paying for a lube job deserves a dress up, bent over stick your naughty bottom up high, panties down good old-fashioned switching with willow branches.”
“I must take my car in tomorrow!”
“Me too! You can’t have all the fun Florence Lee.”
A very good afternoon. I wrote chapter three of my novel, up to 3,600 words and it’s shaping up very well.
Girl I loved it! Lol, what’s worse is me shouting Amen! at the computer monitor, 🙂 CD
Why thank ye kindly darlin’ CD. Takes a naughty girl to know one after all. Do try the switchin’ some time. It’s divine.
ROFL I Love it!!! Aside from the fact that I am not FROM Texas…just lived there for a few years. Well I guess you could say I’m half southern, my mom wants to be buried in her mother state of texas *winces*
You definitely bring a smile to my face and make all those almost healed lashes from last night twitch for company! Thank you!
But you are a GRITS? Yes?
You’re welcome sephani.