Meeting Maureen Pt. 02

Six hours had passed since I first set foot inside Ye Treasures of Olde looking for a wooden bathbrush. Not only had I found the type of brush I was searching for, but, after meeting the owner, Maureen, I finally experienced my innermost spanking fantasy for real.

It had been the keen ears of Maureen that heard me smack my palm with the newly found brush, confirming it was perfect for that task. She had taken control and put me over her knee, bare, for a long discussion where the wooden bathbrush did most of the talking. I left her shop whimpering with a bottom blistered cherry red.

The drive home had been unpleasant. Many of the roads leading to and from Antique City were worn with potholes and uneven sections too many to count. It is no secret the Jeep, while cool to own, are exactly comfortable machines to ride in. Shifting my weight left and right, up and down, I tried to minimize the discomfort from the jerking of the Jeep. Still, I could not keep from squirming due to the roasting Maureen had just delivered.

The squirming continued well into the evening. A fact that did not go unnoticed by my sister, Heather.

As siblings go I would say Heather and I are closer than most. Even as kids we were always looking out for one another, and spent many a day just hanging out. Our close bond continued on past our childhood and now we shared a rented house in the same neighborhood we grew up in. At 25, Heather is already the Marketing Director for a tech firm, and just last year had completed her Masters Degree. I do not hesitate to say she is easily the smartest person I know.

"Are you okay," Heather asked, watching me slowly sit on a barstool at our kitchen counter. It was the wincing look I projected while easing into the wooden seat that gave me away.

Knowing I could hardly tell her the truth about why I struggled I quickly made up a lie. It was a cramp in my leg, nothing more, I explained to her. My sister, ever so caring, put some ice cubes from the freezer in a clean wash cloth for me. Continuing the ruse I thanked her and placed the cloth on my calf. How I wish I could have placed it where it really hurt.

Sharing a house with my sister we took turns cooking and this particular week was her turn. I put on my best poker face sitting in the stool still smarting from the talk I had with Maureen earlier that afternoon. Watching my sister she moved about the kitchen like a figure skater. It all seemed second nature to her as she tossed spices and casually flipped the chicken she was cooking. The aroma filled the dining room as we moved to the table to eat dinner.

Our dinner conversations were generally centered around our day. The standard, "What did you do today?" and so forth. Tonight was no different as Heather asked if I had done anything exciting that day.

"Not really," I replied, "I just went to Antique City for a bit."

"You went to Antique City?" my sister retorted with a laugh. "You hate antique stores."

"Yeah, I know." I shrugged my shoulders. "I thought maybe why not give them another shot."

"Another shot? Hasn't it been like a year since you went out there?"

"Eh, give or take. I think it's been since I went looking for that frame I got you."

"Wow, it has been a while, huh. What were you looking for today?" Heather asked.

I froze a little. "Um, nothing really, just poking around," I said casually.

"That is a good place to poke around, that is for sure," Heather answered. "How many shops did you go into?"

Squinting my eyes in thought I replied two or three.

"Just two or three? Weren't you gone for like five hours?"

Staring back at Heather I tried to do the math in my head. I had arrived at the first shop, The Barn Antiques, around 9:30am. A quick visit to Nothing's New followed. It wasn't until a few minutes past 10am that I stepped into Ye Treasures of Olde. Of course, my visit there did not end until just past 1pm, with a slight detour at the diner mixed in. The drive home took another 25 minutes. In a jokingly corrective voice, I replied, "No, it was only like three and a half, maybe four."

"You are strange," she laughed. "You have always told me you would never go back to an antique store after how bored you were looking for that frame you bought me. Now, all of a sudden, you spent almost four hours out there?" She shook her head perplexed, "You are odd."

Heather and I continued to chat as we ate and eventually we each called it a night, retiring to our rooms.

As the days went by my thoughts kept returning to Ye Treasures of Olde, and Maureen's promise. After she had finishing toasting my bare bottom she had remarked that if I ever wanted another spanking, or had another fantasy to turn real, all I had to do was write it down, and bring it to her.

It was her promise that had me thinking hard that morning as I ate breakfast. Sitting at the dining room table I scooped my cereal contemplating a second trip to Maureen's.

I looked up from my bowl to see Heather sit down across from me. Never a cereal girl, she had some toast and bacon on her plate, along with a glass of orange juice.

"What're your plans today?" Heather asked gleefully.

"I don't know. I might head back out to Antique City," I said, questionably.

"Wait, you are going back to Antique City?" She asked shockingly.

Her reaction surprised me a little. "Maybe, I don't know," I replied, "I mean, there's one shop out there I kinda liked, and a couple others that are kinda cool."

"Really, which ones? I love going out to Antique City," she excitingly asked. "

"Uh," I didn't want to tell her any names fearing she would want to go. "I don't remember. But I may go into others today to see what they have."

I could tell Heather thought something was up as I looked back at her. I hated lying to her but felt I had no choice given why I was headed that way.

Heather cursed her lips but went back to eating her breakfast. A few minutes later I finished my cereal and left for the kitchen.

Already dressed and ready to leave, I grabbed the key to my Jeep after placing my bowl and spoon in the dishwasher.

I turned my head around the corner of the kitchen and into the dining room. "I'm headed out, Heather. Do you need me to pick anything up while I'm gone?"

"No, I'm good. Thank you though," she replied with a smile.

Driving to the diner I was anxious, thinking again of Maureen's promise. Pulling into a parking spot I looked at the clock display on the dash. It was 11am. Being Saturday, it was one hour before Maureen would be closing for the day.

Walking into the diner I saw the booth I had sat in last time was open. I sat myself and the server, Monica, quickly came by to take my order. As I did last time, I ordered only coffee.

Nervously, I pulled out a pen and the small slip of paper I had, before making breakfast, folded and put in my pocket. If I found it hard to write my last fantasy down this one was doubly difficult.

Thinking back to two weeks ago, my mind was brought back to the leather strap I had seen hanging in the employee restroom. I had stood there, looking at my blistered bare bottom in the mirror when I noticed its reflection as it hung on the back of the door.

I had turned and reached out to hold it in my hand. It was a thick, long strap hanging through a hole on its end by a small nail. That strap is why I was at the diner. It was my new fantasy.

Putting pen to paper, the fantasy was spelled out.

"Maureen, the last time I was here I saw a thick, leather strap, hanging in the restroom. I think it will be exciting and fun if you take that strap and show me what a real strapping with it is like? Please bend me over and swing that strap as hard as you can, down on my bare bottom, with no regard for my begging, or pleading, for you to stop. Please promise you will strap my bare bottom to where I am sobbing and crying real tears, just like last time with the brush. No safeword. No letting me change my mind. Hold me to what I just asked for. Just like last time. And...for no less than 15 minutes." I shook all over as I put the pen down.

Looking at my watch I noticed it read 11:48am. The doors to Ye Treasures of Olde were soon to close for the day. If I wanted to go through with this second bare backside tanning I had to walk there right away.

I quickly gathered my paper, folded it, and put it in my pocket. Standing, I hurriedly walked out of the diner and towards Maureen's shop. Reaching the door I was out of breath. Not from racing to get there, but because my heart itself was racing. If I walked in, there would be no turning back. My ass would be bared, and I was sure to regret handing her the note.

A heavy sigh came out of me as I pulled the note from my pocket and inched the door open. The bell once again alerted Maureen to my presence.

I heard Maureen say from the back of the shop, "Hello, welcome to Ye Treasures of Olde. I'll be closing in a few minutes but feel free to please look around. Let me know if you need any help."

As she was saying those last few words Maureen walked around the corner and stopped.

"Well, well. Hello Keith."

I looked at her. She was wearing a pair of denim overalls with a pink t-shirt underneath. "Um...hi...hi, Maureen." I stuttered, but got it out.

"I wondered if I would see you again after your last visit," Maureen stated as she slowly walked my way.

Looking down, I nervously shuffled the note from my right hand to my left. The very observant Maureen picked up on

my motion.

"I see you have a note. Is that for me, Keith?" She asked with merciless grin.

The butterflies welled up inside me. I looked up at Maureen and nodded slowly, up and down.

Maureen reached out with her right hand, and took hold of my left wrist. Her left hand then grabbed on to the note, "Are you sure, Keith? You remember my promise, don't you?"

I squeezed my knees together and gulped, "Yes. I...I...do."

"Then let me have it."

My fingers loosened their grip and Maureen pulled the note from my grasp.

With an eerie smile Maureen asked rhetorically, "Did I say I would be closing in a few minutes? I meant...I'm closing right now."

Maureen walked a couple steps forward to my right, stopped, and locked the door.

As she turned back towards me she looked at the folded piece of paper. "Let's go see what this says, shall we?"

In disbelief I stood wondering in my mind why I was back in this store. I thought of reaching out, taking the note back, and saying, "Just kidding."

Even if I seriously considered that action it was too late. Maureen took my arm, scolding, "You know where we are headed, young man." Tugging on my arm she walked me back towards the double doors. This was it, I told myself. Once I went through those doors, there was no turning back.

A mighty shove from Maureen swung the doors wide. Continuing into the stockroom I could see that the chair Maureen had sat when she pulled me over her knee a few weeks ago was missing. The room was open and airy. It almost had a sepia look to it.

Marching me into the middle of the room Maureen stopped. "You know that corner well, Keith. Just like last time I will be back in a few minutes. Either get your ass bare and in that corner, or...," Maureen pointed to the door that opened to the alley, "you can leave..." Maureen paused. "No, no, forget I said that." Maureen reached into her pocket and pulled out a key.

A strict grin was aimed at me as Maureen let go of my arm and walked to the alley door. With a quick click, Maureen locked the door with the key.

"This option is no longer available." Maureen walked back me. "Now, go to the restroom right now and strip. While you in there you are also to masturbate. I want this excitement gone," she pointed to my crotch. "Then, get your bare ass to that corner. If I come back and you are still hard...then whatever is on this note will be doubled."

I watched as Maureen turned and walked through the double doors, just as I had two weeks ago.

Suddenly, I began to regret the note, and my coming back to Maureen for another talk with her and my bare bottom. Turning my head around I hopefully looked for another way out. The longer I looked, however, the shorter the time was left before Maureen would be back.

Resigned to knowing what I had written on my note was going to become real any minute, I knew I had to go to the restroom and do as Maureen instructed. Slowly I stepped into the restroom. Subconsciously, I think I moved slow hoping I could not finish in time. The thought of turning 15 minutes into 30 had me as hard as can be.

After stripping completely naked I slowly did as Maureen asked. With a focused stare I looked at the leather strap, still hanging on the nail on the back of the door. I stroked again and again. I went slow and deliberate hoping my methodical rubbing would help me last long enough for Maureen to walk in and catch me "unfinished."

The excitement of those thoughts overwhelmed my trying to hold it off. I finished with a burst. Breathing heavily, I cleaned myself and washed my hands. Leaving the restroom I moved into the corner. My ass bare and sticking out. My front slowly going limp.

I felt my body shaking. The double doors swung open behind me. Tensing up, I heard Maureen's footsteps stomp towards me.

"15 minutes. The leather strap. Your bare ass. Oh, you bet I promise to turn that fantasy into reality." Maureen scolded loudly. "You stand right here and don't move a muscle." I felt a sharp smack to my bare bottom from Maureen's hand.

I turned my head ever so slightly and saw Maureen walk to my left, opening a door with a glass window. The window had the word "Owner" painted in black across it. From inside I heard loud screeching sounds every few seconds. After a minute or two, Maureen walked out and back to me.

Grabbing my left arm she yanked me out of the corner and quickly marched me to the room she had just been in.

We stood just inside the door frame. Inside I saw a desk with a laptop, office chair, and some filing cabinets. Just off the wall was an oversized blue fabric love seat with big, poofy arms. It had been moved away from the wall to where one end was facing out into the room. I told myself this was the noise I heard. Maureen had just rearranged it.

She looked at me. In her sternest voice yet, Maureen said, "March your bare backside to the restroom and bring me that leather strap right now." I stood stoic, not wanting to move.

Maureen spun me around and delivered five very hard hand smacks to my bare ass. "I said march! Right now!"

A gentle push from Maureen began my walk to the restroom. I could hear Maureen scolding "Move it!" as I shuffled my feet forward.

Opening the door to the restroom I went inside and left the door ajar behind me. My right hand outstretched I lifted the heavy strap off its nail. I stared and grew anxious at its thickness. Looking in the mirror I turned and looked at my bare backside. Each cheek was already a soft red from the hand smacks Maureen had just given. I shuddered thinking how deep purple and red my bottom was about to be.

"Today, Keith!" I heard Maureen yell.

With great regret I edged the door open and emerged carrying the strap. Walking towards Maureen I could sense her determination to make this roasting of my bare bottom more painful than the last.

Maureen had moved herself to where she was standing just to the left of the end of the love seat. The poofy arm to her right.

I reached out with the strap and Maureen, with a giggle, took it in her right hand. Folding it in two with both hands she looked at me and then moved both hands towards each other. Then, with a quick pulling of them apart, the strap let out a deafening CRACK.

A side lipped smirk emerged on Maureen's face. Pointing now with her left hand, she ordered, "Bend over the arm of this love seat. I want your bare bottom sticking out and up for this strapping. This is your fantasy, and it is about to be real."

It was only a few steps but it seemed longer. Standing by the edge I slowly bent down with my arms helping guide my body so that my bare bottom laid at the perfect angle for Maureen to strap.

My face was buried in the seat cushion as I heard Maureen swing the strap through the air a few times to gauge her backswing.

I lay there motionless listening to Maureen move her feet into position. Then I felt the strap lay across my shivering bare bottom. Maureen let it stay there for an eternity before she raised it up and brought it down with a thundering THWACK across my backside.

My legs kicked instinctively and I turned my body, squirming to my side. The powerful sting of the strap caused me to scream, "OUCH! Oh God, oh God, that hurt so much."

"Awe, you didn't like that?" Maureen lightheartedly laughed. The strap cracked against my bare bottom three more times.

The searing pain caused my hands to reach back to cover my already blistered bottom.

"Oh no you don't, Keith. You better move those hands." I nervously moved them off my backside.

She continued to scold, "You had better start thinking your fantasies through, young man," as the strapping continued. "You need to learn to not ask for such severe spankings, Keith. Otherwise, you are going to be getting your bottom bared and blistered every time you come into my shop."

The tears were streaming down my face as I continued to squirm and kick with each SWISH CRACK of the leather strap.

"I bet you are happy I didn't double your whipping, aren't you? Don't think I didn't notice you finished like I told you to. Come to think of it," Maureen pondered while swinging the strap down with an ever increasing backswing, "I think you were hoping you wouldn't finish in time, weren't you?" Maureen laughed gleefully, "Just wait until next time."

Through my yelping I pleaded, "There won't be a next time, there won't be a next time."

Maureen stopped. She leaned over to me, and sternly said, "Yes, there will. We both know you want to be bared and paddled, and whipped, just like this. You say there will not be a next time. But you will be back. And your ass will be bared. Isn't that right? You want this spanking, don't you?"

Knowing that I really did want to be bared and spanked, I nodded yes, and thanked her for turning my fantasies into reality.

Stepping back behind me Maureen rubbed my throbbing bottom with her hand. "You still have ten minutes to go, you naughty boy," she ridiculed.

A flurry of rapid cracks of the strap rained down as Maureen counted down the seconds, "5...4...3...2...1." Those final five seconds brought the strapping to a close. With one final CRACK on my backside Maureen laid the strap on her desk.

Leaning against her desk facing me Maureen scolded, "Stand up." I could barely move my arms to support my body as I slowly stood.

"You know where to go, young man. Get in that corner. And I better not catch you rubbing your bottom."

I scurried out of the office and put myself in the corner. My bare bottom was bouncing up and down from the licking it had just taken.

The tears were still falling when Maureen walked up and turned me around. She leaned in and embraced me in a warm hug.

"As I promised, Keith, any time you want to turn a spanking fantasy into reality...just write it and bring it to me. But, as I showed you today young man, I WILL keep my promise. And do you know why?"

I shook my head no.

"Because you WANT me to keep my promise. Isn't that right?"

Wiping the tears from my face I nodded she was right.

Maureen stepped back and told me to go to the restroom, as I had done the last time, and get dressed.

And just like last time, I stood staring at my bare bottom in the mirror. It was still pulsating as I pulled my underwear and jeans up.

After leaving the restroom I walked back into her office. Maureen was standing at the wall directly behind the love seat. There, hanging next to each other by separate nails, were the wooden bathbrush and leather strap.