The traffic on I-95 was heavy as I neared Washington DC. It was 5:00 PM and I was trying to make it to DC before the stores closed. I had read of a shopping mall that featured several "ADULT TOY STORES." It was my s/o’s birthday and I intended to give her a pair of remote controlled vibrating panties. You know the kind where the vibrator rest against your date’s clit, just right to elicit a squeal when the remote button is pushed. I was planning to have her wear them to the party her friends were throwing for her. It was going to be so much fun to bet the men that I could make her squeal just by looking at her. Finally I saw my exit and began to ease my way across the lanes to the exit ramp.

Just as I was entering the ramp a green sports car suddenly cut in front of me causing me to hit the breaks hard which worried me because of the traffic following me onto the ramp. Luckily, there were no accidents. I was still cussing the driver when I pulled into the mall parking lot. I switched off the ignition and as the engine died I looked at my watch, exactly 6:00 PM. Realizing that I was tired, I closed my eyes to rest them for a few minutes before going in search of the toy stores. My thoughts wondered to an adult computer game I had been playing called Spank School. I was wondering if Prof. Mantis ever wore vibrating panties when I was startled by the screech of tires. To my surprise that same green sports car had wheeled into the opposing parking space in front of me. The front license plate had, in big letters, ZPRY. Could it be? Could this be Prof. Mantis? Z? The owner of Spank School and the object of many of my dreams? Could it be Z? A dark haired lady popped out of the car with a flash of sheer green hose covered legs.

Quick as a Southern convict being chased by hounds I was out of my car and walking several paces behind the green-hosed legs. My eyes moved up the legs taking in the shape of the ankles, the calves, the back of knees, and the thighs until they disappeared into a green skirt. Then up over the skirt admiring the curve of the hips and the round, bouncing bottom. I had seen the pics of Z’s spanking on the net and this had to be the same bottom. It had to be Z. Just as the legs passed the door of a clothing store a herd of people came rushing out cutting me off from everyone in front of me. When I got clear of the crowd, she was gone. Dang!!!! Oh well, I had to find a toy store before they all closed; I figured I could keep an eye out for her while searching for one.

In the last hallway I found the store I had been looking for, but wait! There was a woman in a green skirt looking in the window of the store. I was still several yards away but could tell it was the same person. There is not another bottom like that one just in front of me. As I got closer I noticed that she was looking in the window at a leather strap.

When still about twelve feet away I paused, stood straight and tall, took two deep breaths, pulled my gut in and poked my chest out as much as I could without grimacing. (I do this for courage) Then I walked up behind her took her left elbow in my hand and said, "nice strap." She uttered a startled "yes." Gathering all the courage I could muster and throwing caution to the wind, I said "lets go inside and look at it." Before she could utter a word I was guiding her into the store. As we entered a young girl met us and ask if she could help us. I told her that we wanted to see the strap that is in the window. The girl knew exactly which one I meant. She quickly produced one and handed it to me. I told her what I wanted as a gift and she smiled and walked off to find it. The lady and I looked at the strap, felt of it, slapped our hands with it, and I began to feel a stirring deep down in my groin. I told her to turn around and bend over. To my surprise she did. I drew back and was about to deliver a whack when I from behind me I heard, "ahem". The young girl was back with the vibrating panties and told us that it was not allowed in the front of the store but that they had a private room in the back if we wanted to try it out. YES!!! I exclaimed as I took Z? by the elbow again. Z gave a pretended reluctance as I moved her to the back of the store with strap in hand.

The walls in the room were covered with pictures of women being spanked by men, women getting Spanked by women, and of women spanking men. In the middle of one of the walls was a huge photo of a F/f spanking. There was something very strange about the eyes of both women but I couldn’t place what it was. I thought it strange also that Z had not said a word the whole time. Shrugging I placed a straight-backed chair in the middle of the room, sit down and pulled Z across my knees. She gave a feeble struggle but relented quickly enough.

I began to spank the back of her skirt, slowly and very lightly at first. Gradually, very gradually I picked up the pace and intensity of the spanking. After about five minutes of spanking she began to wiggle and kick a little,…..she still had not made a sound. Then I grabbed the hem of her skirt and slowly pulled it up over her thighs and across that round bottom. I raised my hand again, then decided to dispense with the panties and quickly yanked them down to her knees.

SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, SPANK, time and time again my right palm landed with a loud SMACK on the round, bouncing globes. I continued to spank until both cheeks were flaming red and my palm was getting extremely sore. I stopped spanking and began to rub the bottom in a slow circular motion. She look back over her shoulder and spoke for the first time asking, "didn’t we come in here to test the strap?" "That we did!" I exclaimed. Before I could react she was on her feet and pulling me out of the chair, which she promptly turned backward. Then she bent over the back and grabbed each side of the chair seat.

I picked up the strap from the floor where I had discarded it when I was spanking Z. I walked to her left side and placed my left hand on the small of her back. SMACK, the first of ten cracked across both bottom cheeks. SWACK, the second caught the bottoms of both bottom globes. She looked back and asked in a jeering tone, "is that all you’ve got?" "Oh little girl" I remarked, "You don’t know what you just said." SMACK, CRACK, SWACK, rapid fire the next thee landed with all the force I could muster. Z straightened up and howled. I pushed her back over the chair and raised the strap for the next swat. SWISHACK, SWISHACK, the next two cut across the tops of her thighs. Pressing down harder on her back I held her in place and readied for the last three. She was trying to reach back and cover her bottom when the first of the three landed with a loud SMACK, cutting diagonally across the quivering cheeks. It was all I could do to hold her in place. In quick succession the last two smacked each cheek, in turn, across the length. I lowered my arm and released Z. She immediately jumped up and began to rub and massage her bottom cheeks, howling and dancing as she did. We walked back out into the store and was met by the young clerk who smiled knowingly and handed me a box containing the remote controlled vibrating panties. As I was paying, Z smiled at the manager and said, "be sure you save me a copy of the tape." With that she walked out, bottom swaying. Suddenly everything turned black and I could feel consciousness slipping away.

BROOUUUMM, BROOUUMMM, I was startled awake be a loud engine. I looked up and saw a huge Harley as the rider was just was kicking down the kickstand. He and a long legged girl in short shorts hopped off and hand in hand walked away. Wha…what happened to Z?" I thought. I looked at my watch, then blinked, and shook my head and looked again. It was exactly 6:05 PM.