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As I said, I not only dated George, Pete and Howard but went out with few other fellows. One was the fireman who introduced me to Riverton's community paddle. I wondered about that since he was single and I thought only married men were allowed to use something like that. He explained that the restriction only applied to paddling as a prelude to sex. Since that was not on the agenda for that night his use of it was authorized. He laughed as he told me that when the guys got a look at me there was fierce competition to see who would be the lucky one to get a close look at my rear end and then put some much needed color into it.
I playfully pouted and said, "I didn't think it needed anything like that at the time."
He kissed me and replied, "Your opinion didn't count that night but I'll be happy to use my hand if you believe that it could use a touch-up."
When we got to his place he did that very thing.
Another date was with a man who was obviously not as adept around women. He stuttered and stammered all through dinner and I finally asked if he wanted to go to bed with me. He blushed bright red and admitted as much but had been too shy to actually try for it. I almost felt sorry for him later. He fumbled and groped until I got him to spank me. But even then he only gave me a few swats and was ready for action. I think he was satisfied but I was thankful for the faithful little toys in my bedside table when I got home.
Most of the time things were relatively quiet in my little town. Yes, I called it my town since I could not imagine moving back to my old world. Anyway, a couple of incidents come to mind. There were two Community Services in the last month.
The first was a boy in his late teens who had been caught vandalizing some buildings. As he was led into the firehouse he was cocky and self-assured. This made me think of what Pete had said about how getting a Community Service was a way for young men to show their mettle. His 'I can take it' attitude lasted throughout his twenty minutes of community inspection and verbal chastisement. I was interested to see how long his smug stoicism was going to last. Since it was Howard's father's hardware store that was damaged, Emil Simmons got the first crack at him. You might remember him as the one who argued against any leniency during my Community Service. I had seen pictures of the time he paddled Mark Johnson for public drunkenness. This young man was also aware of Emil's reputation and I saw the first crack in his brash attitude when he realized who was going to attend to his comeuppance. He kept glancing at Emil and the paddle as Mayor Olsen outlined his crime. It was becoming obvious that he was starting to regret his actions even before Emil stepped behind him.
This was the first Community Service I attended as an observer so I can't really compare the way he reacted to the punishment to anyone else. I had seen Maryellen get the paddle from Larry on her wedding day but he didn't strike nearly as hard as Emil was doing. He had brought a grown man to tears and this foolhardy teenager was not even a challenge. In less that one minute we heard the pleas and apologies of someone in pain. However, he also added more than a few choice words towards Emil, Riverton and the Mayor/Judge who sentenced him to this. When his ten minutes were completed he hung on the cable totally limp and completely defeated. Unfortunately, his ordeal was not over.
In typical Riverton fashion, this was a social event and there was plenty of food spread out. I brought a green bean casserole and made sure to notice where Mrs. Arnold placed her delicious peach pie. We all ate and chatted during the boy's twenty minute display.
Then Mayor Olsen stood up and said, "Most if not all of us have had to undergo some form of punishment at some time in our lives so we can understand and in some way emphasize with young Richard's plight. But I think you will agree that we learned what is and is not appropriate to say during times like that. The purpose of these events is to provide a salutary example especially to our youngsters. I'm afraid Richard has not cooperated in that regard. I spoke to his parents and they were mortified that their son would use the sort of language we heard from him tonight. Therefore, with their permission . . . "
He stopped to point out the parents in question who nodded their heads to show their agreement with the next announcement. The Mayor continued, "with their permission I am going to give him the opportunity to make amends. My wife is bringing some soap so she can start the process. Then Reverend Archer will apply her distinctive method of dealing with unsociable vocabulary."
The boy struggled against the cable and swore, "No 'bleeping' way. I paid my dues. You can't just add to a Community Service because you like seeing someone get punished. Let me down now you 'bleeping' tyrant."
Well, his old attitude returned but all it got was a chuckle from the crowd. I had to admire his courage but as you can imagine, it did not last long. In fact, it completely disappeared when the Mayor called out to his wife. "Agnes, bring the strap. I think we may need to give this fellow a different sort of motivational speech."
There was outright laughter from the crowd as Richard changed his tune. "No, please. Not that. I'm sorry I said that word again. I'll be good and do whatever you say."
I wondered why he caved in so rapidly. I later discovered that his father uses a similar instrument when called for so he had a healthy respect for it. Luckily for him, Mayor Olsen granted his wish although he may have preferred that to the rest of his punishment.
Agnes Olsen brought the soap and Richard grimaced but meekly opened his mouth as she worked it all around. Then Reverend Archer appeared with a chair and her hairbrush. Unlike my Community Service, there was no discussion about changing the rules. It was a foregone conclusion that he was going over her lap for a long application of her trusty hairbrush.
His face was still contorted with the acrid taste as he shuffled to her side. After a sorrowful declaration of apology for his language he meekly lay across her lap. As is her wont, she started with a few minutes of warm-up with her hand. He was crying like a child again even before we heard the first crack of wood against skin.
It may have been the longest ten minutes of his life and aside from his expressions of agony the whole room was silent. This time he limited his outbursts to pathetic but communally acceptable phraseologies.
We moved to the dessert tables when he was on the cable again and I was lucky enough to get a piece of that marvelous peach pie. It was delicious and after Richard was led from the room by his folks the band started playing. With the unpleasant business behind us, there was plenty of laughter and socializing.
I was dancing with my fireman friend when he stopped and looked up. I followed his gaze and saw that we were directly under the cable. He said, "Isn't this romantic. This is the spot where we first met."
Obviously, his idea of romantic and mine differed. I shuddered at the memory of my introduction to Riverton. He then asked, "Now that you've seen Mr. Simmons in action aren't you glad it was me with the paddle and not him?"
I replied, "Oh yes. What girl wouldn't want to be hanging from this cable while you spanked her?"
He missed the sarcasm. "I'm glad you feel that way. It will be too late tonight by the time everyone leaves but we could come back tomorrow. Then I'll put you on the cable and give you another taste of what my hand can do to your adorable bottom."
I politely refused his very unattractive offer and guided him away from that spot.
However, his suggestion brought a couple of thoughts to mind. The first was how I would feel if I got married and had to be strung up for my future husband to paddle me in front of everyone. The thought of being in that position again was frightening. Then I remembered Maryellen. She had received a Community Service before her marriage so maybe she could give me some answers.
I found her at one of the tables and asked about how she dealt with a pseudo-repeat performance of her time on the cable.
She laughed at my concern and said, "You really can't compare the two. One is strictly for punishment and the humiliation is an important part of it. But when you walk out in that beautiful dress and see the one you love waiting for you it is completely different. You want to give yourself to him and you want everyone to see it."
She lowered her voice and whispered, "That's not all. Remember the night you got the paddle?"
I shuddered again but managed a smile as I said, "I keep hoping to forget. What about it?"
She looked around to see if anyone was listening. "Do you remember when Larry and I disappeared for a while?"
I thought a bit and said, "You went to cell three so he could spank you."
She nodded. "Right. You've been there with George so you know what it's like to get a spanking when you're completely powerless and then have him take you while your rear end is still on fire. Well, Larry and I discovered that we both really like it when I'm unable to prevent him from doing what ever he wants. We would go to cell three whenever we could but if George had it reserved Larry would tie me up in his house and after the sex he would keep me bound the whole night. We still do that as well as visit cell three. Now he uses our special paddle and really gives it to me."
She was telling me more than I wanted to know but I had to ask, "I was told that the paddle was for use on husbands also. Do you ever . . ."
She anticipated the end of my question and responded. "You bet I do. I give it to him good and he attacks me like a wild animal. Then the ropes come out and since he's had his fun he takes a long time repaying the strokes with even more added until he's ready to fill me up again. It's wonderful and I think that answers your original question. I love to be spanked when I'm helpless and the paddling on my wedding day was better than I ever hoped for. If the guests weren't here I would've begged him to finish the job while I was still on the cable."
I thanked her but wasn't sure I would be that enthusiastic when my time came. As Larry came by to retrieve his wife for a dance I sat alone for a few minutes. Our conversation got me thinking about the night George took me to cell three. Overall it was a bit too intense for me to do it again but I remembered what I felt at the beginning. After he stripped me and put my hands in the cuffs I was very turned on. I had been over a few laps for spanking so I wasn't afraid of that part but the added excitement of losing control fueled my desire to continue. Unfortunately, the level of spanking and sex that followed was not what I had in mind. He said he would stop if it got too much but I was determined to take all of it. That was a foolish decision and now I knew better. I was getting to know my limits and would not be afraid to speak up if I had to. What would be even better would be to find someone to let me try that sort of thing without going so far as to make me say the safe word. In fact, since then I've thought about it a lot and it had become one of my favorite late night fantasies. Now that Maryellen had inadvertently brought it mind I decided to see if I could find someone who might be willing to try it with me.
I sort of asked Pete what he thought of the idea and he made a face. "Why would I want to do that? If I can't entice my date into bed without tying her up I might as well be celibate."
We both laughed and I checked him off of my list of potential captors. I already knew how George felt and didn't really want to give him another chance.
That left Howard but I wasn't sure if I wanted to know the answer. Was he like George or Larry when it came to this sort of thing. He always ended his spankings with some really hard swats which was OK in that context. The question was, would he want to do more if I was unable to stop him? The answer lay in an incident a few days ago.
He and I had gotten a little closer after his heroic rescue at the Miller farm and spent a lot of time watching TV or just talking. Of course, we had sex once or twice but the one I was thinking of was when we were sitting on the couch my little apartment. During our chatting it slipped out that I occasionally used the toys in my bedside table. He wanted to see them and in spite of my embarrassment I led him to my bedroom. As soon as he saw them he became amorous, so to speak. In short order he convinced me to let him do more than look and after a few kisses I was naked as his hands stroked me all over. Then the vibrator came into play and he quickly figured out the best way to use it and included a thing or two that I had never tried. He wanted to see the nipple clamps on me but let me set the tension. The soft biting of the metal was greatly enhanced by his squeezing and occasional pulling but never more than enough to get a soft moan from me. When he couldn't wait any longer I was just as ready to feel the real thing inside of me. What a night.
Anyway, it was the way he played with my breasts when he could've really hurt them that convinced me to speak to him. We were dancing to a slow tune and I put my head on his shoulder with my mouth close to his ear. I subtly broached the subject. "Would you like to have sex with me while I was tied up? You could spank me and do what you like for as long as you want. I would be completely under your command."
We rocked back and forth for a minute and he didn't say anything but I felt him stiffen. At last he stepped back a little so he could see my face. "I know what George does in cell three and that you've been there with him. If you're talking about something like that the answer is No. I've heard that the sex is great but I'm not into that kind of abuse. I'm sure George would be happy to take you there again."
He started to pull away but I held onto him. "Please don't go. I didn't know what to expect when he took me there and I don't intend to ever do that again. That's not what I want."
He relaxed a little and let me get close to him again. I whispered, "I'm talking about you doing stuff like you did at my apartment last Wednesday night. You were forceful but gentle and I was putty in your hands. I want to feel like that only with some of my options taken away. In short, I want to be helpless without worrying about the guy going too far and really hurting me."
We started swaying again and he pulled me close enough to feel his reaction to my suggestion. He said, "You are close to fulfilling a second fantasy for me. First was having great sex with someone in the outside world and now this. I'd love to but unlike Wednesday, your bottom will more involved in the action."
I kissed his cheek and replied, "I was hoping for that. Shall we make a date?"
He spun me around and pulled me back to him as he said, "How about now?"
I giggled and asked, "Do you have everything you need?"
I got a hug and a very nice answer. "You are everything I need."
That got him a little kiss and he continued, "Still, I can think of a few items that might be handy. Let's go. We can stop and pick up some stuff on our way."
I gathered my casserole dish and met Howard at his truck.
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