I can't help it if she wouldn't believe me.
georgmicrodong
Just a fat, creepy old pervert.
A couple of nights ago, I'm in a club I've only been to a couple of times, and this skinny no-butt dancer in leather with a riding crop comes over to me and starts with a predictable gambit.
Her: (smacking her hand with the crop) So, have you been a bad boy? Do you need a spanking?
Me: No. If there's any spanking to be done, I'll be the one doing it, thanks.
Her: OK, that'll work, too. Here give me a little swat.
Me: No thanks. If I can't do it hard, it ain't worth doing.
About this time, the bartender comes over to watch, obviously waiting for the opportunity to ply me for a drink.
Her: (shoves the crop into my hand) Come on, just one light one.
Me: No, if I do it, it's going to be hard. It will hurt.
Her: (turns around) Go ahead.
Me: I'm telling you, you probably won't like it, and I don't want you getting pissed at me because I did exactly what I said I would.
Her: Just a little one. Not too hard.
Me: No. I want to *hurt* you.
Her: (looks at me for a second) Alright, I'm ready.
Me: Last warning.
Her: (nods)
At this point, I wind up and smack her square in her leather covered nutty cheek, the meaty part where it really stings on bare skin. She let's out a yelp that every one in the, admittedly small, place hears, stops what they're doing and looks over.
Her: Hey, that really hurt!
Bartender: No shit, girl, he said he was gonna make it hurt!
Her: But I didn't really think he would!
Me: I don't lie about that sort of thing.
I hand her back her crop, and she heads to the other side of the bar rubbing her butt.
When I left, she was still looking over at me occasionally, so I walked over to her, gave the bartender $25, and told her to give the girl a drink as I left. That's actually encouraging enough that I think I may have to stop back and see if she wants an extended repeat performance. Worth a shot, even if she wants to start out a little lighter.
Her: (smacking her hand with the crop) So, have you been a bad boy? Do you need a spanking?
Me: No. If there's any spanking to be done, I'll be the one doing it, thanks.
Her: OK, that'll work, too. Here give me a little swat.
Me: No thanks. If I can't do it hard, it ain't worth doing.
About this time, the bartender comes over to watch, obviously waiting for the opportunity to ply me for a drink.
Her: (shoves the crop into my hand) Come on, just one light one.
Me: No, if I do it, it's going to be hard. It will hurt.
Her: (turns around) Go ahead.
Me: I'm telling you, you probably won't like it, and I don't want you getting pissed at me because I did exactly what I said I would.
Her: Just a little one. Not too hard.
Me: No. I want to *hurt* you.
Her: (looks at me for a second) Alright, I'm ready.
Me: Last warning.
Her: (nods)
At this point, I wind up and smack her square in her leather covered nutty cheek, the meaty part where it really stings on bare skin. She let's out a yelp that every one in the, admittedly small, place hears, stops what they're doing and looks over.
Her: Hey, that really hurt!
Bartender: No shit, girl, he said he was gonna make it hurt!
Her: But I didn't really think he would!
Me: I don't lie about that sort of thing.
I hand her back her crop, and she heads to the other side of the bar rubbing her butt.
When I left, she was still looking over at me occasionally, so I walked over to her, gave the bartender $25, and told her to give the girl a drink as I left. That's actually encouraging enough that I think I may have to stop back and see if she wants an extended repeat performance. Worth a shot, even if she wants to start out a little lighter.
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Her: (smacking her hand with the crop) So, have you been a bad boy? Do you need a spanking?
Me: No, and you better get away from me with that thing.
Her: Here give me a little swat.
Me: Did you ever see that scene in the first Rambo movie where he goes all postal on that cop ? You're making my Agent Orange act up, now get out of my face.
This would fly like eagles in France. It just would NOT turn my crank. Good luck in Louisville! !!!
Art: No offence dude, but it ain't *your* crank I'm interested in turning...