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Subject: {ASSM} The Inheritance   (Spanking)
Date: Sun,  3 Jun 2001 07:10:02 -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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