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In the morning Howard kissed me softly and headed home so he could shower and change into clean clothes. I offered to let him use my shower and that it looked big enough for two but he sighed, "That sounds absolutely wonderful but if I see you naked I'm never going to get to work."
I pouted and he kissed me again as he left.
I started unpacking and realized how hungry I was. I made out a shopping list and headed for the diner for breakfast. Then off to the police station to ask Mrs. Olsen if she knew of anyplace where I could get a job. She wasn't there but George was. He scooped me in his arms and spun us around. I giggled and he kissed me. Not quite the same as Howard but no less thrilling. He set me down and asked, "So, did Howard take care of you?"
I was still a little unsure of their relaxed attitude about sex and didn't know how to answer. Unfortunately my hesitation was answer enough and he laughed. "Don't worry. I'm not jealous. The real question is did he get his wish?"
I asked, "What wish?"
George answered, "To spank a girl while in the outside world. Where did you do it?"
Oh well, since he asked I said, "In my apartment. It was an interesting way to say good-bye to the old place."
He smiled, "Good, he's been wanting to do that for as long as I can remember. I'm told he is a fantastic kisser. Puts his lips on a girl and she just about strips herself. He's also what we call a slow starting spanker but as you know, that's not my style. Since you've had a chance to try both what's your opinion?"
I laughed and replied, "I think a little variety is good. I guess I should let Pete try his hand on me and it's a shame I wasn't here before last Friday so I could have a taste of Tony's technique."
He had a wide smile until his lips demonstrated that Howard was not the only world class kisser in town. We were on kiss number four when a voice behind us said, "A little peck on the cheek when friends meet is one thing but you two are going to scare the horses. For heaven's sake, take her to cell three, spank her rear end and then get back to work."
We turned around and George said, "Yes Ma'am. Whatever you say. Come on little girl. It's spanking time."
I was getting over my aversion to a visit to that place but was'nt ready quite yet. Besides, l had ofher plans for fhe day. I smiled and said. "Sorry but I haven't got time for that right now. I have to do some shopping but first I should find a job. That's the reason I came here. Do you know of anyone who might hire me?"
Before she could answer George sulked. "I'm crushed. She has a chance to get one of my famous spankings and is turning me down."
I patted the side of his face. "Don't be too disappointed Officer. I'm going to try cooking dinner tonight and you can be the first one in town to sample it. Then you can spank me."
The older woman shook her head. "I don't understand this younger generation. In my day if a strong and virile stud like him offered to take me over his knee I'd jump at the chance and not put it off to a later time."
I said, "But he wasn't going to take me over his knee unless you've put a chair in cell three."
She chuckled as she shuffled the papers on her desk. Then she asked me what sort of things I could do and said, "Old Herman Denner at the Riverton Journal has been wanting to spend more time with his grandchildren and needs someone to run the office. See him and maybe he can give you a job."
I stepped around the desk to kiss her cheek. Then I evaded George's lips and shook his hand. With a grin I left the station.
The office was old but neat. Mr. Denner was a widower about 60 years old and pretended to be grumpy but I could see the twinkle in his eye. Before I had a chance to even say Hello he said, "You'll do the bookkeeping, typing, filing, maintain the archives and act as a receptionist."
On a hunch I asked if he had spoken to Mrs. Olsen. He harrumphed, "Of course. She said to hire you and when Agnes Olsen tells you to do something that's the end of the argument."
I smiled inwardly since I had just disobeyed one of her commands. He offered a salary that was less than I made in the outside world but was more than sufficient for living in Riverton. He agreed to let me start the next day since I had to do some shopping and finish moving in.
The grocery store was quaint but had everything I needed. I stocked my kitchen and felt a warm glow. I had a comfortable place to live, a job, new friends and a doting pseudo-mother. I spent the rest of the day just walking around town, greeting people I met at the wedding and introducing myself to others. I didn't remember meeting some of them before but they all acted as if they already knew me. Then off to do some window shopping at the little stores. Howard was right. This place had everything the big city had to offer but in smaller quantities.
One of my first stops was the library. I met Mrs. Jenkins who was the head librarian and remembered her as one of the women who put that wonderful lotion on me after my initial visit to Riverton. I gave her my belated thanks and asked about getting a library card. She said she had been waiting for me and had one already prepared. She gave me a tour and I was quite impressed. The shelves were well stocked with books for all ages. The standard fiction genres were nicely represented and they had all the latest books from the best seller lists. Along the outside walls were small cubicles. She explained, "We don't demand silence in this library most of the time. These rooms give those doing research a quiet place to work. The doors keep out the noise and the large windows make sure that only studying takes place. However, during term paper season there aren't enough rooms so I keep everyone quiet."
I said, "I hope you post a sign or something. I'd hate to violate the no talking rule and have you take away my library card."
She chuckled, "First of all it's not a no talking rule. Just keep it down to a whisper. And I use something better than taking away library privileges to maintain order. I've got a Denner in my office."
Of course, I asked what a Denner was and she laughed again. "Come with me and I'll show you."
Her office was somewhat cluttered but it was an organized clutter. She took a slat of wood from her desk. It was similar to an 18 inch ruler. About an inch wide but easily a quarter of an inch thick. She explained the history and use of this object. "You've met Herman Denner. He called and said he hired you."
I smiled and said, "Yes he did but I understand it was at the insistence of Mrs. Olsen."
She looked at me with a grin. "Did Herman tell you that? Once Agnes told him your background he leapt at the chance to get you. I'll tell you a secret. Don't believe half of what he says. Anyway, legend has it the his grandfather who founded the paper also started the tradition of using this thing. Unlike some of the other methods of punishment he used this for a short spanking but he swatted as fast as he could. There are numerous theories about when the exact time was established. I think it was Herman's father who started using a clock and the one minute Denner was born. When you get to work tomorrow look on the wall. The original Denner is hanging there and is not just a historical decoration. Herman added a nice touch to the tradition. Whoever's getting punished has to watch the clock and tell him when the minute is up. If they don't he keeps spanking. I've gotten one or two when I was much younger and let me tell you. It's hard to keep your eyes on the clock when your other end is really hurting."
She lovingly tapped hers on her hand. "I've had this one for years and every once in a while I've had to remind someone that I mean business. Most of the stores around town have one also and they are an effective deterrent. We don't have a large shoplifting problem in Riverton. Just the occasional youngster feeling exceptionally brave but not for long."
I asked to hold it and it was hefty. She continued, "It's made of oak and lasts a lifetime. I should warn you about Herman. He's usually pretty easy-going but he's a stickler about rules. He's almost obsessive about punctuality and if you come late to work you better have a very good explanation. Otherwise you'll find yourself bending over his desk staring at the clock through tears and no lotion afterwards."
I thanked her for the advice, checked out a book or two and went back to my tour of the town. Out of curiosity I made it a point to look for a Denner in each store and found quite a few of them hanging in plain sight.
I met Jessica from my new group of friends and we had lunch together. I immediately liked her and we talked more than we ate. She asked if I had any of the special lotion and I told her that I still had the bottle the ladies of the town gave me on my first visit. She said, "I remember that day. We stayed for the dance and Tony took me to his house. You really inspired him and my bottom was almost as sore as yours probably was. Anyway, you should carry some of that lotion with you. Around here you never know when you're going to need it."
I laughed and said, "I found that out yesterday."
She giggled, "Oh good. Howard's been wanting to spank a girl while in the outside world for ages. You did let his spank you out there didn't you?"
Nobody in the diner seemed to notice us talking about spanking and sex so I told her every little detail. She made appropriate comments and rubbed her own bottom while I related the story. She said, "Isn't the way he spanks wonderful. It lulls you into a relaxed state and the heat builds up so slowly you don't realize it until it dawns on you that it's really stinging. And did he give you the six hard swat salute before he filled you? I hate it when he does that but love it at the same time."
We laughed together and she said, "I know you slept with George and he probably spanked you but you've got to get him to take you to cell three sometime. That's a fantastic experience."
I told her I was seriously considering joining the cell three club and we both snickered. So said, "We'd better stop talking about this. I'm getting turned on just thinking about getting spanked. Remember Pete? You met him on Sunday. He's coming to my house tonight and promised to keep me on the edge for hours with spankings and his other little tricks. I'm squirming already. Look, I work at the drug store so come with me and I'll give you a purse sized bottle of lotion."
I thanked her and as we walked to the store she told me that the pharmacist makes the lotion himself and never charges anyone so when I needed more I could stop in for a refill.
Later that evening I had a good time preparing dinner and my guest seemed to enjoy devouring it. I brewed a pot of coffee and we sat on the couch where I learned more about Riverton. After a while he put his cup on the end table and took mine from my hand. He put that aside also and wrapped his arms around me. I purred, "Is this when you're going to spank me?"
He said, "Yes and No. I'm going to spank you but I want you to do something first. When I saw you in that dress at the wedding I thought you were beautiful and how lovely you'd be getting a spanking in it. Go put it on and I'll wash the dishes while I'm waiting."
A quick kiss and I went to do his bidding. I took it upon myself to change the outfit slightly. Since I knew what was going to happen I felt that getting my pantyhose out of the way later was going to be more trouble than it was worth so I left them off. I also didn't want to expose too much too soon so I chose a modest pair of panties. I looked at myself in the mirror and was happy with what I saw. The dress did make me look pretty. I picked up a hand mirror, bent over and pulled my dress up and smiled as I thought of him having the same view. The panties kept my secret charms hidden but hugged the curves nicely. I wondered if he would take them off first or start spanking me over them. I stood up and said to myself, "Well, there's only one way to find out."
He was drying his hands as I rejoined him and his eyes shown as he said, "You're gorgeous. Twirl around for me."
The dress flared out when I spun and then I was in his arms and we were dancing. He was singing a tune for us and it was ever so nice. Then we worked our way to the couch. He sat down and pulled me with him so I landed face down on his lap. He gave me a few quick swats but the loose dress was absorbing most of it and all they did were make me giggle. He laughed also as he added a few more. Eventually he raised my dress and described what he saw in very flattering terms. He liked the way my slip had tightened around me and I felt his spanks a little bit more through it. Still it was anything but painful and I moaned gently.
I had to lift myself a bit for him to get the slip over my waist and he drew in a long breath. "You are so lovely. I hope you're not in a hurry because I'm just going to stare at one of nature's wonders for a while. It's a shame you can't see it."
His hand caressed me and I whispered. "I used a mirror in the bedroom so I know what you're seeing. I'm glad you like it."
He rubbed the material and said, "Indeed I do." Then he slapped his hand down and was giving me a real spanking. His style was completely different from Howard's and he had my rear end stinging in no time. Then he went back to the rubbing and praising.
I hadn't really taken notice of his technique before. I thought back and realized that on Saturday night he spanked hard, soothed my bottom a little, spanked hard again followed my more soothing and then a third hard spanking before taking advantage of poor little me. Tee-hee.
He started his second round and my thoughts were focused on his hand which was focusing on my backside. I was almost to the point of crying when he did more of that gentle rubbing. I was also very turned on and was waiting for him to take my panties off when his hand crashed down for the beginning of the third set. This was the one that made me silently beg for it to stop and not just because of the pain. That was a significant factor but what I wanted was something a little more pleasurable.
When he stopped I had the slight fear that this was not the last group of spanks since my panties were still in place. In the meantime I was waiting to feel his soothing touch but that didn't happen. He grabbed my waist and put me on my feet. In a second he had my panties down to my ankles and as I stepped out of them he was sending his own pants and boxer shorts south. He sat down again and pulled me over him. Not on his lap but so I was kneeling astride him while holding my dress and slip gathered up. He guided himself into the proper entrance and I slid down fast. I was deliciously filled but only for a moment. He raised me up a few inches and brought me down again. You'll have to forgive me but I forgot to count how many times I merrily bounded up and down. During the process he managed to get the top of my dress down to my middle and toss the bra far away. He kissed and nibbled and drove me wild.
When we were done I stayed on his lap as he slowly shrank and slipped out. Then we hugged and kissed for quite a while before standing up. We looked at each other and laughed out loud. His pants were bunched at his ankles and the top of my dress hung down from my waist. I pushed him back onto the couch and knelt to take off his shoes and socks. Then I grabbed his hand to bring him back to his feet. His confusion was obvious as he reached out but I backed away with a smile. He grinned and shuffled after me. I enticed him by tweaking my nipples and slowly sliding the rest of my clothes off and he inched his way towards me. He took off his shirt and tossed it to one side about the time our little parade got to the bed. I lay back and winced as my bottom remembered how he warmed me up for intercourse but then I smiled and opened my legs wide. He kicked his pants off and saw the bottle of lotion I had on my bedside table. I rolled over and his hands and the special ointment did their magic. When I was face up again he was ready for more action and so was I.
As we snuggled together later we found out that the evening had been a first for both of us. I vaguely remembered childhood spankings and while always on my bare bottom nothing else was taken off. All my adult spankings had been in this town and, not counting the cuffs and loincloth during my Community Services, I had been completely nude. So this was the first time I accepted one while still mostly clothed. Along the same lines, I admit that there had been times when I was impatient while the guy I was with stripped us. So this night was my introduction to wanting it so desperately that neither my partner or I took the time to remove our clothes. Just get them out of the way and go to it.
He was equally new to spanking a girl who wasn't nude (except for the occasional wrist restraints) and had always taken the time to undress properly in the past. We decided to add that to our repertoires.
As we talked about this and that I mentioned the curious way people seemed to know who I was before I introduced myself. He laughed as he reached around me to give my bottom a small swat and said, "Shame on you. You have a job at the newspaper and haven't read it yet. You were in yesterday's edition. The wedding was the front page story but he dedicated one of the inside pages entirely to your arrival. It isn't often that someone new moves to our town and you were big news. It had your pictures and everything. I've got them hanging on my wall. You are beautiful in that dress and that's what gave me the idea for tonight."
I appreciated his compliment but hadn't remembered anyone with a camera and he said, "Old man Denner is very good. You never know when he's taking your picture. I don't know what kind of camera he uses but the photos are very clear and even on the newspaper you can see every detail. He photographs all the big events. Town council meetings, school plays, and the like. He always does a good job for weddings. Lots of pictures with more on the inside pages. He does the same for Community Services. You should see the ones he took of yours."
My eyes bulged. I couldn't believe it. Pictures of me almost naked and getting punished.
He could see me turning red with embarrassment. "Don't be too upset. Every Community Service is published and you're not the first pretty woman to grace his paper. You probably won't be the last either. None of the brides complain when he puts them on the front page."
I had to ask, "Is it one where she's at the head table?"
He laughed, "Those will be on page two."
I didn't have to ask what page one looked like.
He went on to say, "He ran your picture again when the town council debated sending you the map to the wedding but it was one he took after you put on a dress and joined the party. You were sweet and demure and very pretty."
I was definitely going to look in the newspaper archive tomorrow but that could wait. George had other plans for me and it didn't take much for him to persuade me to take part.
Once again I slept in comforting male arms. I could grow to like that on a regular basis. So far I had two good possibilities but was not ready to decide on one over the other. There might even be more contenders. Only time would tell.
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