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From: "Leviticus" <leviticus1@qwest.net>
Subject: {ASSM} The Inheritance.   (spanking)
Date: Tue, 29 May 2001 13:10:03 -0400
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The Inheritance.

by Leviticus.



Alice, the young wife, knew that look.  When her
seventy-five-year-old husband looked at her that way she knew she
was in for a spanking.  It wasn't because she did anything wrong,
oh no.  It was just because the old man really had a thing for
her ass, and for tanning it with his hand.

Why did she put up with it?  Why would a beautiful,
twenty-three-year-old woman put up with it?  Because the guy was
filthy rich, that's why.

The owner and founder of the country's leading safe and vault
manufacturer, the old man had more money than he knew what to do
with.

What he DID do with it was lavish it on his young wife, giving
her everything she wanted, and making her life a blissful escape
from the grocery store she had been clerking at before she met
him.

His only demand of her?  Well, at his age, sex was out of the
question.  But he had his passion, spanking.  So to keep him
happy, she acceded to being spanked by him any time he wished. 
This usually meant at least once a day, sometimes two or three
times if he was feeling frisky.  These weren't casual spankings,
either.  These were bare butt spankings that hurt quite a bit. 
The old man had some strength in him, too, as if the only part of
him that really worked well was his spanking arm.

So, Alice gritted her teeth, flipped up her skirt, and bent over
his lap.

As each strike made contact and she obediently counted for him,
she thought about the prize at the end of all this madness.  The
inheritance.

"I'm leaving it all to you," he would say.  "All the money, that
is.  The business goes to my son Cooper; he doesn't need the
money, he has plenty of his own.  But all the residuals and the
profits will go to you my dear!"

"Ow!...twenty five...Don't talk like that, Baby...OW!...twenty
six...You won't die on me any time soon!" she would say to keep
him happy.

Anything to keep him happy.  He had to go soon.  She had talked
to his doctors and had bribed one or two of them to tell her
about his health.  He WAS dying, and didn't have much time left.
She was SURE to inherit, if she could stand the pain!

Formerly a tight jeans type of girl, her new lifestyle
necessitated a change of wardrobe.  Light dresses were now the
order, anything to lessen contact with her perpetually sore butt.
 She didn't sit down much anymore either.

Still, it was worth it to her.  Once the old man croaked, no more
spankings, and ALL THAT MONEY!

But as time went on, Alice wondered if it would ever happen.  The
old man got a little kinkier as well.  After a spanking session
he would make her lie down on a table in his workshop, face down,
still bare assed, while he took pictures and took measurements of
her recently spanked butt.  He would even press things against
it, making her wince.

But he would always apologize afterward and make it up to her
with a big shopping spree.  Alice didn't know what to make of
him.

Then, the fateful day arrived. 

Alice had grunted out "Forty three!" when there was a sudden
silence.  Often the old man would pause with his hand on her ass,
gathering his strength for the next swipe.  But as she lay there
across his lap, she began to think that this time it was
different.

Squirming around, she looked at his face and beheld his open
expression, eyes open, mouth smiling, and obviously very, very
dead.

Alice actually felt sorry for him, and as she squirmed out from
under him she felt that this was probably just the way he would
have wanted to go...out spanking!  But as she stood and rubbed
her very sore ass she began to think of all that money and how
she would never have to bend over to get any of it again.



---***---



It took two weeks for all the legal matters for such a large
estate to clear enough for the will to be read, and there were no
rumors of anyone wanting to contest it.  The old man's wishes
were pretty well known, and his only living family, Cooper,
didn't have any problems with Alice inheriting. 

"I know you make him happy," he once told her.  "And even if you
did marry him just for his money, well that's okay, because you
DO make him happy.  I'm almost as rich as he is, so I don't need
your share!"

Alice was glad to hear it.  So when she gathered with the lawyers
and other minor beneficiaries in the old man's former study, she
didn't have many worries.

She sat squirming in her seat, more from habit than anything
else, and watched while the old man read his own will on a video
he had made before his death.  Seeing him again actually brought
a tear to her eye, and she remembered the way he laughed and
smiled at her, and of course the heavy swipe of his hand.

When he got to the part of her inheritance, she perked up and
listened to what he had to say.

"For my dear wife, Alice, I leave the rest of my estate.  All the
profits from sixty years of patents, from sixty years of
business, that were mine, are now hers.  Future earnings of
course go to Cooper, and to others I have already stated.  But my
dear Alice will receive a total of around forty five million
dollars, after the IRS has taken its share."  He chuckled, as did
the rest of the group, and Alice almost fainted.  She had no idea
it was that much.

"But," the old man added, "to make sure it lasts her through to
her old age, I made some arrangements."

The group watching the video stirred again, and Alice frowned. 
Arrangements.

One of the lawyers, seeing his cue, walked to one of the
bookcases and opened it, revealing a dark passageway.

"Down there," said the old man on the tape, "is my vault.  As you
all know, I design vaults, have been doing it since I was a
young'un.  Down there is my last design, and inside, in the form
of gold coins, is all of Alice's money.  It's all there, never to
be added to, just taken out.  To this end, the vault is
constructed to never be opened...not easily anyway.  But it can
be accessed to dispense the gold coins, five a day, whenever
Alice needs money.  No one else can access the vault but Alice,
she is the key, so her money is safe."

More murmuring from the group, and Alice looked at the screen and
the passageway with puzzlement.

"Here is how she will get her money," continued the old man.  The
picture suddenly changed to show the front of the vault, and a
very strange looking indentation in the door.  It looked
like...no it couldn't be...made out of metal, obviously well
crafted...it looked like someone's buttocks!

There were no other items on the front of the vault, except for a
slot and a little basket.

"Alice certainly knows my little love for spanking," said the old
man, smiling, "and as I believe she loved it too, I couldn't let
her go without it for the rest of her life.  So I have
incorporated it into the machine that will dispense the gold
coins.  For it to work, Alice will have to place her freshly
spanked bottom in the...er...obvious receptacle, where it will be
scanned.  If her bottom is suitably red, suitably heated up, and
from the bone structure and fatty tissue, undeniably her...then
the coins will dispense.  If not, nothing will happen.  It is the
ONLY way for her to get her money."

There was a gasp from the group, and Alice seemed to shrink in
her chair.  She couldn't believe what she was hearing.  To be
spanked yet again?  Every day?  NO, the money was HERS now!  She
didn't HAVE to still be spanked to get it, did she?

The old man kept talking.  "I suggest you stop this tape now and
try it out; after all, it has never been tested.  I didn't want
to spoil the surprise."  He grinned, and the grin didn't leave
his face when the lawyer paused the tape.

"Well," he said.  "I know this sounds irregular, but it is quite
legal and there is nothing that can be done about it."

He looked at Alice.  "Are you ready, Ma'am?"

"You mean...now?"  Alice said with a small voice.

"Yes."

Alice got up, trembling and walked over to the passageway,
feeling as if she was dreaming and trying to wake up.

"Wait," said the lawyer.  "Who is going to spank her?  She surely
can't do it to herself!"

The people looked at each other, thinking many things.  Then
Cooper stood.  "I guess I'll have to, until Alice makes other
arrangements, that is."

Alice looked at him with horror.  It hadn't occurred to her that
to get a spanking she needed someone to spank her.  She blushed
with shame.

"Very well," said the lawyer.

Cooper motioned for Alice to go first and then followed.  The
group got up and crowded the passageway, following them down.

The passageway was tight and steep, designed to discourage
bringing heavy equipment down to break open the vault with.  The
room outside the vault door was small for the same reason.  But
there was something there that wasn't in the video, a nice
comfortable looking chair.

"Well, let's get this done," said Cooper slowly, looking rather
embarrassed.

Alice looked sick, and she ran her fingers in the butt shaped
concave in the front of the vault.  HER butt was supposed to go
there, her NAKED butt she assumed.  She shuddered.

Cooper had settled in the chair, and the group that could fit in
the small room assembled to watch.

Biting her lip, Alice went over to him.  She was wearing a dress
because she had gotten used to doing so, and underneath she wore
panties because her ass had finally grown insensitive enough for
her to do so again.  She closed her eyes and bent over Cooper's
lap.

"Er...is this the way you usually did this for my father?" Cooper
asked her.

Alice blushed.  "Not quite," she whispered.

"Well...er...maybe we should do it his way, just to be sure we're
getting it right."

Alice blushed some more and nodded.  She felt like crying, but
she still couldn't help thinking of all that money, hers if only
she could do this every day.

She got up and, with a glance at the watching crowd, reached
under her dress and pulled her panties down.  Then she settled
back on his lap, face down and looked away.

Cooper slowly lifted the back of her dress, exposing a pair of
round pink butt cheeks, still slightly marked from months of
spankings.  He watched them quiver in front of him as Alice
trembled, and he placed a hand on them to see how smooth they
were, making her jump.

"How...how many...times do you think?" he asked.

Alice groaned.  "Let's try...twenty," she eventually said.

Cooper nodded, and immediately began to spank, bringing his hand
down lightly on her flesh.

The group watched silently.

"No...no!" yelled Alice after a few swipes.  "Harder!  He never
hit me that lightly.  We'll be here all day at this rate!"

Cooper looked horrified, but he complied, bringing down his hand
harder and harder, the sound of his hand striking her echoing
around the small room, the sight of her flesh rippling with each
swat holding the eyes of everyone in the room.

Then, to Cooper's surprise, he heard Alice count.  "One!"

"What?" he said, his arm already tired.

"That's right, you got it, hit me that hard each time. 
I'll...keep count," Alice said.

Cooper blinked and kept going, and with every swipe, Alice
grunted and counted until they reached twenty.

Sweaty, she climbed off his lap to reveal to the group her light
red buttocks.  She held her dress up, very aware that she was now
exposing her front as well as her back, and backed up into the
space provided.

The metal concave felt cold to her hot skin, and did indeed have
her exact shape.  She wondered how long she would have to hold
this embarrassing position, when suddenly a red light began
flashing and the old man's voice called out, "Alice has not
achieved the correct color.  Please try again!"

Alice groaned and moved away while the group whispered to each
other.

"More?" Cooper said.

Alice nodded.  "Thirty more, let's take it up to fifty.  That's
what we did at a minimum."

It took Cooper several swats to get up to power, and toward the
end his strength began failing.  But he made the fifty, and a
very sore Alice with a very red ass stumbled to the vault.

She sat there for a moment, hoping it was enough, when a green
light flashed and five gold coins dumped into the basket.  The
old man's voice called out, "Thank you Alice, you always were a
good girl!"

There were smiles all round, and Alice got up, dropping her dress
and hiding her throbbing red butt.  She reached out for one of
the coins, and the lawyer and Cooper each took one as well.

Alice stared at it in shock as the lawyer explained how much each
was worth.  "About $300 apiece I figure, so at 5 coins a day,
that means $1500 a day.  Not bad.  It should just cover the
maintenance and living expenses of this house and Alice.  She
won't have much left over for herself, but she is being well
taken cared of for the rest of her life!

$1500 dollars a day!  Was that all?  And for it, she had to be
spanked hard every day?

Alice almost decided to bolt, to take her chances elsewhere; but
as usually the money stopped her.  She looked at the coin again.
On one side, was a portrait of the old man, looking rather smug.
On the other was a picture of Alice across his knees, bare from
the waist down, obviously being spanked quite hard.

"Yes," continued the lawyer, "she's a very lucky girl, getting
such an inheritance."

Alice contemplated her fate, as the rest went up to read the rest
of the will.

Yes, she was so lucky.



End.





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