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The next morning I sat on the edge of my bed and was assured that the day before had not been a dream. On Monday morning I was back at work and barely gave the weekend any thought. At least not more than five or six times each hour. I even started trying to spank myself a little as I masturbated. The first time or two it wasn't very effective at getting me more excited but I persevered. By the end of the week I worked up to using a wooden spatula as a paddle and could raise a good sting as I imagined being over a man's lap. Most of time my imaginary lover was George but one or two of the other men I met had a starring role. The one thing that I couldn't deal with was a visit to cell three. The very thought of it caused me to dry up and I would have to start again. Aside from that, the idea of a strong hand being applied to my rear end became less frightening. I had to go back there and give it a try.
The next Saturday I went in search of that town. I could almost feel a tingle on my bottom as I drove. I hadn't been paying that much attention to where I was going that fateful day so I didn't know exactly where to go. But I knew the general area and figured I'd drive until I saw something familiar. As the day wore on I became more and more frustrated. I couldn't find the place and at last I headed home in disgust. I tried again on Sunday and every weekend for the next six months. I got maps of the area and I know I've gone over every road at least a dozen times but to no avail. I stopped for directions in every town I saw but nobody had ever even heard of Riverton.
I finally almost convinced myself that it had been a dream. That didn't entirely explain the marks on my sore bottom, the bottle of special lotion or where I had gotten the nice dress but those things would just have to remain mysteries. Even if it was just a strange fantasy I found myself wondering if Larry and Maryellen ever got married or how sweet little Jenny was doing or if George had paired up with one of the other women in town. Well, even if he did, I'd be a little disappointed but it was more than him that I wanted. In spite of the pain and humiliation I suffered there I felt like I had found a place I could call home.
I went out on a few dates and normally they ended up with some sex but something always prevented that. I guess I was waiting for a man like the ones I met in Riverton. The only sexual release I had was from my spatula and vibrator. It was good but not what I really wanted.
I tried to stop thinking about Riverton because every time I did I would start to cry. Any hope of finding it again was long gone until the day I got an unusual piece of mail. My name and address were written in beautiful script but there was no return address. I took out a wedding invitation and was puzzled for a moment. I didn't immediately recognize the names but then I felt weak and had to sit down. It was for Larry and Maryellen.
But that couldn't be. That place was a fantasy I had concocted from somewhere. Even if it was true, I couldn't find it again. Since there was no way to contact the happy couple I couldn't even send a gift. Then I noticed another piece of paper in the envelope. It was a hand drawn map. I compared it with the maps I had of that area and it definitely had roads on it that I knew weren't there. Was I going crazy?
I couldn't get that invitation out of my mind. I showed it to a co-worker to see if it was just my imagination. She smiled and said, "Isn't that quaint. The wedding will be in the church and the reception will be a covered dish supper in the Fire House. That's adorable. You'll have to tell us about it."
OK, so the invitation was real. For the next few days I ignored any rational explanation and bought a wedding present. On Saturday morning I put on the dress I got from the ladies of Riverton and made the decision that was going to change my life forever. If I actually found that town I was going to stay there. I quickly packed my limited wardrobe and the few possessions I couldn't leave behind. I loaded them into my little car and drove off.
I wasn't really sure of what I would find or if I could even find it for that matter but I had to follow that map. I drove to the interstate exit where George had led me and pulled off. I got out the new map and followed it exactly. Several miles later I came to an intersection that caused me to stop and stare. I had driven this way a hundred times since that day and the road to my left had not been there before. I followed it and my heart soared when I saw the sign that said, "Welcome to Riverton". I hadn't taken much notice of the place last time since I was in the back of a police car and too busy telling George what I thought of him. And when I drove out it was dark. In the light of day the town was bigger than I thought and even more charming. It took me a few more minutes to find the building I was looking for.
I rushed in and saw Mr. and Mrs. Olsen. They beckoned me to join them and she was smiling as she scolded gently, "Well young lady, it's about time you showed up. We were afraid you were going to miss the wedding. I saved a seat for you."
I looked around at familiar faces and acknowledged numerous smiles. Larry and George were already at the altar and were both quite handsome in their tuxedos. Then the organist started playing. The bridesmaids came in followed by Maryellen and her father. She was stunning in a simple while dress and veil. When she stood next to the groom Reverend Archer started the traditional "We are gathered here" thing. When she finally pronounced them Man and Wife Larry kissed Maryellen and a large cheer rose from the congregation. The organist played the recessional and we all filed out. Instead of waiting to throw rice the crowd made its way to the Fire House.
Some of the women busied themselves getting casseroles from the ovens and/or refrigerators while the men set out the tables. The head table was decorated very nicely and we waited for the newlyweds.
When they arrived we greeted them with applause and cheers. They moved to the center of the room with George and two bridesmaids. When things quieted down Mayor Olsen approached them with a gift wrapped package which he gave to Larry. He and his bride opened it and another cheer rose from the observers as they held it up for us to see. I'm sure I was the only one surprised at seeing a brand new paddle. It wasn't as large as the one used on me but it wasn't intended to be just a toy either. Larry handed it to George and gave Maryellen a sweet kiss. Everybody else knew what to expect but I didn't notice what his hands were doing behind her until he stepped back. Her dress slid down her arms and fell to the floor. She was wearing a full length white slip and she put out her hands. One of her bridesmaids put pure white leather cuffs on her wrists while another one knelt at her feet to put a similar set on her ankles. They gave Maryellen a hug, picked up the dress and joined the rest of us.
I didn't notice when the cable came down but it was right in front of her when her new husband connected it and gave a signal for it to go up. When she was on her toes and stretched beautifully Larry reached to her shoulders. I guess the slip had a way of disconnecting the straps that held it up because a second later it slithered down her body. She was technically in violation of the ban on going braless but I guess this was a special occasion. Aside from the cuffs her only attire consisted of a loincloth similar to the one I wore when I was strung up like that except hers was pure white delicately trimmed in lace.
George gave Larry the paddle and picked up the discarded slip. Then he and the mayor left the newlyweds alone.
There was silence in the hall as Larry stepped behind his wife. He whispered something to her and then shouted, "I love you Maryellen." He swung the paddle and her body jolted. The crowd chanted "One." and Maryellen shouted back, "I love you Larry." The ritual of declaring his love, a good swat, the count from the observers and her affirmation of devotion was repeated again and again. I had to wonder if I had been so provocative when I danced under the paddle. Nevertheless, I was getting into the spirit of the event and was counting along with everyone else. Towards the end we had to wait a little longer for her to calm down and say her words but when they came they were as fervent as the first time.
He stopped at twenty five and everyone got up to congratulate them. Maryellen was crying but seemed so happy. After a few minutes the bridesmaids brought her clothes and helped her to get dressed again. I milled around with the others at the various tables and renewed many acquaintances.
When I saw Reverend Archer and her daughter the girl said, "I remember you. You're the woman who got all those Community Services."
I smiled and responded, "Indeed I did. And if I recall you were going to get your bottom warmed that night also."
Jenny blushed and replied, "I sure did. Mom really gave it to me but I deserved it. Next year I'll be sixteen and can get a Community Service if I screw up. I'd rather get a spanking with the hairbrush."
Her mother laughed and asked if she should take that last comment as a request. The teenager frantically denied it and then realized she was being teased and joined in the laughter.
The band played a fanfare and we all stood and applauded as they Larry and the now decently covered Maryellen made their way to the head table. There was another bit of tradition to follow. She was facing us at the table and then bent forward. Larry moved behind her and raised her dress to apply the magic lotion. Mrs. Olsen explained, "Since he put the sting on it he gets to soothe it so she can enjoy the rest of the night. He'll do more than just rub it later but we let some things remain private."
After we ate she looked sweetly towards the head table and sighed, "I remember our special day. Remind me to show you our wedding album sometime. Morris was quite handsome. Of course, that was long before he became the mayor. I was as nervous as I could be but I suppose every bride feels that way. I was fairly good looking myself and Morris just stood and stared at me for the longest time after the cable pulled me up. Which is not to say that he was so distracted that he didn't paddle me good and hard. I had been sentenced to one Community Service about a year before so I was a bit scared. That one was from some old geezer and all he was concerned with was punishing me. Morris's spanking was probably just as hard but when you're giving yourself to the one you love it's very different. Mind you, it stung like the devil but I shouted out how much I loved him as gladly as Maryellen did. It was a wonderful day."
I wasn't a bit shocked anymore about the way these people viewed spankings and I asked if that was the first time he did it. She blushed and said, "Oh heavens No. In fact, he took me over his knee on our first date. But he was not an impatient young man and we had gone out quite a few times before he actually bared my bottom. That, of course, led to other things but I don't want to shock you."
I smiled, "I'm beginning to understand how you do things here so it doesn't surprise me. What I meant was if your wedding was the first time he used a paddle."
Now she was the one taken aback. "Of course. It's against the law to spank a girl with anything other than his hand until they're married. The only exception is on the day they become engaged."
I said I didn't understand that last part and she smiled. "I forgot, you don't know about all of our traditions yet. When a couple decide to get married the groom-to-be has to ask the girl's father for her hand. Since she is usually grown up and living on her own there is a ritual to temporarily bring her back to the family. She wears the kind of clothes she did as a kid in high school and gets a spanking from her parents. I should explain that children are punished with something harder than a firm hand as soon as they become teenagers. It might be anything but a hairbrush is the most common. Not only does it drive the point home but it helps them to differentiate between punishment and the sort of spankings they'll get from their boyfriends. This first spanking that night is a demonstration of their family's method of discipline. It may not be quite as hard or long as the ones she got when living at home but it's more than a few token swats. Then her beau spanks her the same way to show that he is willing to take on the responsibility of enforcing the rules in their new household. When he's done her father gives his blessing and there are hugs and congratulations. Mom takes the girl to a bedroom where the lotion is liberally applied and she changes into a nice dress. Then everybody goes out to a fancy dinner. It may be an odd sort of thing to you but it is our way."
The subject of spanking didn't faze me anymore but I was unnerved by what I heard. Maybe I didn't want to live here after all. I had to ask, "You said he was in charge. Does all this mean that he can punish her if she steps out of line and that she has to submit to whatever he says? Does the mayor treat you like that?"
Mrs. Olsen was shocked. "Where would you get an idea like that? I should say not! We're married and that's an equal partnership. Morris may be the big shot in town but at home he does his share of the chores and we make all decisions together. The thing he showed my father was that he intended to see that our children would be given the loving discipline they need. Any spankings he gives me are for another reason entirely. I didn't think I'd have to tell you about the birds and the bees but a good spanking leads to fabulous sex."
I blushed and said, "I think I know what you mean but does he spank you very hard?"
She harrumphed, "What do you think? That the wedding paddle is just to hang on the bedroom wall? Of course he spanks hard and it hurts like the dickens while it's happening."
I jumped ahead, "Then he uses the lotion?"
She smiled again, "Silly girl. That's for later. What good is a red hot bottom if you're going to cool it down before sex?"
Somehow I understood the logic in her statement. My self-inflicted orgasms were best while the sting from my spatula was still at it's peak.
I asked if it was only the women who got spanked and she thought for a moment. "I can see where you got that impression. If you're talking about doing Community Service you should have been here last month. Mark Johnson was drunk in public and received a double Community Service. The first one by Reverend Archer and her hairbrush for using foul language and we authorized an extra ten minutes for her warm-up. He's thirty seven years old and being over her lap was obviously very humiliating as well as painful. Then Emil Burke took his turn. You probably remember him. He's owns the hardware store and is on the city council. The important thing is that he is a strong advocate for making a Community Service a punishment you don't want to repeat. But you already know that. He's the one who had you hold the chair for your strapping. Anyway, Emil gave him the full dose of the strap. You can bet Mark will think twice before having too much alcohol."
Part of me was glad that their form of justice was not gender specific but my real question was about the marital spankings. She giggled, "Maybe you didn't notice but both of their names are on the paddle. He'll probably give her another little spanking tonight but then he's going to be on the receiving end of that paddle before they get into bed. It will be the first time she's allowed to spank him and you can bet she's going to make the most of it. Heating up a man's bottom before sex is quite normal and, um, very satisfying. Morris can be a raging bull after I give him about twenty swats and we're going to have some fun tonight. Our two old bottoms are both going to be a bit sore tomorrow but wait till you see the smiles on our faces. Attending a Community Service as an observer is usually not terribly sexy unless it's someone as beautiful as you. Good Lord, I don't think any married couples got much sleep the night you were on the cable. The town was filled with spanking and sex. And it will be tonight. There's nothing like watching the wedding ceremony to get our juices flowing. If you were here tomorrow you'd see a lot of satisfied people."
That led to me telling her that I wanted to move to Riverton and she hugged me. "That's wonderful. From the moment you walked into the station I knew you were special and liked you immediately."
I drew back my head and asked sarcastically, "You liked me so much you washed my mouth out with soap and gave me a good strapping?"
She patted my hand. "Of course I did. You know you deserved it and it was no more than any concerned mother would do. Besides, if I hadn't you would have mouthed off to Morris and been in a lot more trouble. I did you a favor."
I squeezed her hand. "Yes, you did. I haven't used that word since. Now, is there a hotel or something where I can stay until I find a place to live?"
She looked around and then took me to Reverend Archer and her husband. On the way she explained, "You're timing is perfect. Maryellen was living in an apartment over their garage. She won't be needing it anymore so it's available right away. It's not very big but it's away from the house and you can have your privacy."
The minister and her husband were overjoyed to hear my news and the deal was struck. The only problem was that Maryellen hadn't completely moved out yet and the place wouldn't be ready for me until the next afternoon. I had to laugh at the idea of Larry and his bride spending the day after their wedding moving boxes but found out that friends of the couple would be doing the work. We wouldn't see the newlyweds for the next two weeks since they were going on their honeymoon.
As we were pondering where I was going to spend the night a voice behind me said, "If her little blue sports car is not legally parked she'll be spending the night in jail."
I turned around and smiled. "Would I have to spend the whole night there?"
George returned my smile and his whole face was lit up. "No, only long enough for me to do a full body search for concealed weapons. Then I think I can convince the judge to release you into my custody until a proper trial can be scheduled."
The minister's husband chuckled, "Uh, oh. Watch out young lady. George is almost famous for his reputation as a lady's man. Spend any time with him and your chastity may be in danger."
His wife added, "From what I hear I don't think her chastity is what's in the most peril. I hope she still has some of that lotion."
We all laughed and then George said, "All kidding aside, you're welcome to stay at my place tonight. I've got three bedrooms and you can pick the one you like. I'll admit I'd like you to share mine but I'm not going to pressure you. Your chastity and your bottom will be quite safe."
I wasn't sure that safety was what I wanted but I appreciated his comment. The fact was that I was feeling the erotic effect of the wedding myself. I had been fantasizing about getting spanked by him and this was my chance. I don't think anyone was fooled when I said, "I know what happens to people who break the law in this town so I better make sure my car is in a proper parking space. Officer? Would you come with me and verify it?"
There was general laughter and a bit of joking as we headed for the door. As we got to my car he said, "I was hoping you would come back."
I told him that I tried but couldn't find the right road. He just nodded and said he understood with no other explanation. We were both quiet for a moment and I drifted into his arms. We kissed and I whispered, "I know which bedroom I want."
He kissed me again and grinned. "Their warning in there was not too far from the truth."
I returned his smirk. "I hope not. I haven't been with a man in a long time so I've got a lot of what you might call pent-up energy. I intend to wear you out."
He held me tighter. "For some reason, that threat doesn't scare me."
I snuggled closer. "How about the rest of their warning? Is my bottom safe from attack?"
He put his hand on the object in question and replied, "Do you want it to be?"
I tried to be coy. "Are you asking if I want you to spank me?"
He drew back and pointed to the car. "It's not a question of what you want. One wheel is over the white line. That's technically illegal. If I give you a ticket you'll have to go before the judge and he takes a dim view of parking violations."
I rubbed by body against him. "Oh No. Is there anything I can do to convince you not to give me the citation?"
He feigned sternness. "What's this? Attempting to bribe an officer of the law with sexual favors? You've definitely earned a good spanking. Unfortunately the judge will be otherwise occupied tonight so convening the court is not an option. What shall I do?"
I tried to look afraid and helpful at the same time. "Would the law be satisfied if you were to personally correct my faults?"
He was beaming. "I think that would be satisfactory. I hereby put you under arrest. You are sentenced to an extended Special Secret Community Service."
I shrank back in mock fright. "What is a Special Secret Community Service? Does it involve spanking and private incarceration?"
He affirmed my suspicion and kissed me again as we walked back to the wedding.
We arrived just in time. They were about to cut the cake and then the band started up again. I danced with George and quite a few other guys. Some of them were sort of cute and if things didn't work out with my policeman friend there were plenty of other suitable men available. However, the subtle way George patted my rear end to remind me of the Special Secret Community Service kept me just short of ripping his clothes off and I was getting more and more anxious to serve my sentence.
At last the honeymooners were bid farewell and drove away. Everybody pitched in to clean up the hall and that was almost as much fun as the party. I felt like I really fit in with this crowd. If I had any doubts before about leaving my old life behind they were long gone. I knew I had made the right choice.
When George and I got to his house I realized that in my haste to pack my things I hadn't set aside what I would need for an overnight bag. I suppose I could have unloaded my car and dug through the boxes to get a nightgown but I didn't want to waste the time. Besides, I had a feeling that the Special Secret Community Service didn't require any clothing. I only got a glimpse of his living room since he was as eager as I was to get to the bedroom.
There were lots of kisses and he ever so slowly undressed me. I wanted him to hurry up and get his own clothes off so we could get down to business but he made me stand with my legs apart and my hands behind my back. He meticulously disrobed making sure the cufflinks and studs were put into a box and then took his time getting the rest of the tuxedo properly hung up. I was going crazy. He was saying the nicest things about my body. He told me I was beautiful in so many ways and lightly brushed my nipples a few times. They were both pointing at him and when he slid his boxer shorts off there was something marvelous pointing back at me. Then he brought out a chair, sat down and beckoned me to his side.
He tweaked my breasts and told me again how lovely they were and promised to spend a lot of time with them but that was to be later. First he had something else to do. His eyebrows went up as if he had asked a question and I smiled, "You're going to spank me."
He nodded and I fell forward. I impishly grabbed a hard object as I descended and then I was facing the floor. As soon as his large handed I knew that my little spatula had been a poor substitute. It wasn't as bad as the paddle, strap or hairbrush but my bottom was smarting pretty good after only a few swats. He kept it at level as the sting spread and fueled the fire below that had been building for the last few hours. And just like my time over Reverend Archer's lap, I was developing an overwhelming desire for it to be over albeit for different reasons. I wanted the agony of that first one to stop but this time I wanted George to move on to other things.
Just when I thought I would burst he picked me up and dropped me on the bed. He was on top of me and slid right in immediately. This was raw sex and we were like two animals attacking each other.
Afterwards we cuddled a bit and as he promised, he kissed and fondled my breasts for the longest time. I said I would wear him out and I finally did. It took two more friendly bouts till he was too tired to continue. Truth be told, so was I but I had a big smile on my face when I fell asleep.
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