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Judy Richards left the house wearing the same modest
white dress that she had worn to church that morning
with the family. It was December in Chicago, but she
was hot! Her young niece and nephew, who were staying
with them, had acted so badly in church, that promptly
after their return home, her father had given both of
them a bare bottom spanking.
Judy's groin pulsed with excitement as she witnessed
their chastisement, the squirming that exposed their
young bottoms, the pleadings and the subsequent and
mandatory "corner stand" with the bare bottoms still
exposed.
For as long as she could remember, spankings, whether
hers or someone else's, were a definitive turn on for
her. She was twenty years old now, working and going to
a junior college and still living at home but the
excitement of a good spanking still got to her.
Even though she was now a full grown woman, she would
not put it past her strict father to pull her over his
knee and up with the skirt and panties down, for a good
sound spanking. She towed the line and lived under his
rules.
But on this bright Sunday morning she badly wanted and
desperately needed to see Keith, her dad's best friend.
Since his father's heart attack, he had been ever so
busy running the family auto repair shop. She knew he
would be at the garage doing his paper work.
Judy stopped at a nearby service station and went into
the ladies room. She changed into a pair of ultra short
men's cut off jeans and a scanty stretch tube top. Her
father would kill her if he saw her dressed that way.
She donned her winter coat and rushed out to her car
and pulled away on the short drive to the garage. Her
white dress encased in plastic and hanging on the
clothes hook above the rear car door.
She wanted to look sexy for her man! And felt she did.
An almost boyish short bob of a haircut. Her full
breasts pressing against the thin tube top, and half
her ass cheeks exposed from beneath the torn cut off
jeans. She felt confident Keith would get the message.
Keith, in the meantime, was actually relaxing at the
garage. It was the first time in months he was actually
caught up and he did something he rarely did. He poured
two fingers of scotch into a glass from a bottle that
had been in his desk for probably two years and put his
feet up on the desk, then lit a cigar, an even rarer
event. Everything was done!
Even the work area was as spotless as a hospital
operating room. He was proud when his clientele
commented that they never saw an automotive garage so
clean. He truly believed it kept his women customers
growing.
He saw Judy enter, even though the sign said "closed"
and immediately shed the heavy winter coat. "WOW!" he
thought to himself, "I wonder what she has on HER
mind?"
"HEY! Hi Jude!" he exclaimed, not commenting at all on
her provocative attire. "What's up?" he casually added.
"Oh, not too much," Judy answered, turning her back to
him, pretending to look at a wall calendar.
He did not say anything, and Judy could not believe he
was not saying anything about her outfit! She bent
over to "adjust her shoelace", giving Keith a good view
of her hind quarters. Still nothing. Just sitting there
drinking and smoking! Yech!
Keith figured he had ignored her long enough and didn't
want to her to lose whatever mood she was in. He would
get things started, but maybe not quite what she had in
mind.
"You know, Jude, if your father saw you in those
shorts, he would tan your hide but good!" he startled
her.
Just those words sent squirts of arousal through her
groin.
"Well, he's not here, and he's not going to see me,"
she haughtily answered and smiled. At least he noticed!
She felt relieved.
"Follow me for a minute," Keith actually ordered her
and she followed him out into the empty six bay garage.
He told her they were going to play a game, as he
directed her to the center of the garage. She felt a
rush of excitement when he blindfolded her. She was
willing to do just about anything with Keith, she bit
her lower lip in anticipation as she felt him tying
something on her wrist, then the whirl of an electric
motor and her arm hanging suspended just a foot from
her hip. The same with the other wrist and she was now
standing with her wrists tied and her arms almost at
her sides.
The electric motor whirled again and she felt her arms
being pulled up. Before she could react she was pulled
taut, like the letter "Y". She was tied to an eight
foot wide car hoist.
Keith stepped back and admired his captive's form. Her
flat tummy was now concaved and her nipples erect
against the thin nylon top. Her mouth was open and her
chest heaved with each breath. He pushed the hoist
button again, and made her gasp and stand on her toes.
This was going to be fun! He thought.
He walked up behind her and placed his finger tips on
the soft hollow of her under arms! She squealed in
anticipation of a tickling which she abhorred. She was
dreadfully ticklish and he knew it. But he just lightly
traced the outline of the sensitive area and slid his
hands to her waist.
She shuddered, a breath of relief and then grunted with
renewed arousal as his deft fingers undid the brass
button of the cutoffs and unzipped them. He let gravity
take its course and they slid down the slim hips to her
ankles.
From behind, he reached around and slid his fingers
into the waist band of her panties and just kneaded the
soft flesh of her lower belly, just above her triangle.
She swooned as the fingers probed and his lips kissed
the back of her neck.
Keith went around to the front of her and knelt down.
He reached up, and forced his hand between her legs.
She tried to open them, but was hindered by her
stretched position and standing almost on her toes. He
pushed the material of her panties into her slit and
smiled as she groaned. It amused him to watch her
wiggle and try to squat down on his invading finger. He
could feel the moist heat of her arousal.
He stood up and flicked at her nipples through the tube
top, then pulled it down and all the way off her body.
The breasts jiggled free. He gently squeezed and
twisted the nipples. Without any warning, his hands
quickly slid down into the waist band of her panties
and he pulled them off. She was naked.
He placed his left hand on her belly and started
spanking her bare bottom with his right. Lightly at
first, watching the cheeks jiggle then settle again.
Then harder, much harder. The sound of his slapping
hand echoed in the empty garage.
Keith pushed the button and lowered the hoist about a
foot.
"Open your legs!" he ordered, and Judy spread them,
wanting it. "Wider!" he spoke again and she stretched
them as wide as allowable.
He slapped the insides of her thighs then dead center
on her sex lips! She gasped and recoiled at the sudden
slap on the most sensitive part of her person. He
slapped it again, and her knees bent. A devilishly
diabolical thought entered his mind! He started to slap
her bottom anew, hard and very, very fast. He stopped
after only after her cheeks were crimson, then lowered
the hoist and told her to sit on the floor.
The icy cement cooled the inflamed buttocks and she
shivered.
She felt him opening her legs and tying her ankles!
When both ankles were secured she felt terribly
vulnerable and exposed. She could see nothing, but then
heard the electric motor start up and felt her whole
body being lifted off the ground!
"KEEEEEEITH! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" her scream almost
terrifying! Her body went up and up then shook with a
jerk as the hoist stopped. She was almost eight feet in
the air and her bottom and privates hung open and
spread wide at Keith's head level.
Keith went over and picked up the air hose and attached
the blow-off nozzle at the end. The nozzle was made of
polished brass and looked like an oversized ball point
pen. The seven inch tube tapered to a pen point. He
released the nozzle and tested the air flow against his
hand.
PFFFFFTTT!
The blast touched his palm. The compressed air had the
velocity and bite of a sub-zero wind chill!
Judy hung motionless above him. He guided the nozzle to
the delicate membrane of her anus! She felt the cold
steel and wiggled a bit.
PFFFFFFFFTTTTT!
The concentrated air blast shocked the exposed pucker
and Judy reacted like some deep water reef fish that
was just harpooned!
"EEEEEEEEEEK!" she screamed out and gyrated in her
bonds!
Keith chuckled then raised a hand to her leg to steady
her, and aimed the nozzle.
PFFFFFFFFTTTT!
Again the air blast bit into her crinkled rear opening,
resulting in similar contortions.
Keith laid a hand on her tummy and stopped her
movements.
He placed the nozzle at the bottom of her slit, and let
her feel it poking at the entrance.
"NOO! KEITH! NOOOO!" she implored.
PFFFFFFFTTTT!
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as the icy air actually
pushed open her sex lips and bounced off its interior
lining!
"ARRRGHH!" Judy cried with alarm. The smooth nozzle
slid up to her clit!
PFFFFTTT! PFFFFTTT! PFFFFFTTTT!
Three short blasts of compressed air almost made Judy
turn upside down in her bonds!
Keith laid the hose down and watched his little fish
twist and turn, her bottom twitching delightfully!
He unzipped his slacks and quickly removed them, then
advanced toward his captive beauty. He lowered the
hoist until her sex was even with his engorged
erection. It did not slide into her sex but was more
like engulfed! Sucked in!
He used his hands on her bottom to swing back and
forth, the pendulum motion causing a most delightful
friction on his manhood.
Judy was moaning and groaning as he rammed into her.
His hands left her bottom and he allowed his pelvis to
continue the now effortless swing.
His free hands slid up her torso. As soon as he began
the teasing and flicking of her nipples, he felt her
shudder and go into the bliss of orgasm. He rammed
harder and plucked at the nipples as Judy shook
repeatedly with climax. Keith bit his lip and grunted
as his own climax overpowered him and he erupted as the
contracting vaginal walls milked his throbbing organ.
The mutual climax seemed to last forever.
He finally withdrew and pushed the button to lower the
hoist to the ground. Judy just lay there spread and
exhausted until Keith untied her. Another blast from
the air hose between her legs caused her to shriek out
of her stupor and pull off the blindfold.
She saw her naked playmate smiling holding the air hose
menacingly.
"You better behave yourself, got that?" he chided her
as he waved the hose at her.
They teased and chatted for a while, and then both
really had to leave and go to their respective homes.
Keith kissed her goodbye and Judy drove off smiling.
Oops! She almost forgot, and pulled into a service
station to change back into her dress. "God! she
thought. "If my dad ever saw these shorts..." she
smiled, and carried the plastic bag holding her dress
into the ladies room.
"AAAIIIEEEEKKK!" her dress was gone! Under the plastic
was Keith's white shop cloths! Just a bunch of cut up
t-shirts! It was 10 minutes to six and everything was
closed on Sunday! She promised her folks she would be
home at six! Maybe, she thought, she could sneak in
while her dad was watching football.
She pulled into the driveway and cut the engine.
Keith's car was there! And he was standing in the front
door waving and calling her name.
"Hi Judy!" he was smiling, "I've been waiting for you!"
the lousy bastard cried out. Her dad was right behind
him!
Keith knew Mr. Richards well! He knew as soon as the
old man saw his daughter in those wicked shorts, he
would rip them off along with her panties and tan her a
good one! Regardless of how old she was!
Keith, of course, would assist!
END