Message-ID: <40067asstr$1040807402@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <nntp-bounce@supernews.net> X-Original-Path: corp.supernews.com!not-for-mail From: "Scott" <Scottturnitred@hotmail.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <v0hguvl0u0hs2e@corp.supernews.com> Reply-To: "Scott" <Scottturnitred@hotmail.com> X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2600.0000 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Tue, 24 Dec 2002 14:28:54 -0600 Subject: {ASSM} A Story - VHS or DVD Date: Wed, 25 Dec 2002 04:10:02 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2002/40067> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: newsman, RuiJorge When my dad first opened this tape rental place he made pretty good money. He was smart in locating the store close to the most exclusive housing division in town. As time went on, the big franchises moved in and killed off the mom and pop rental stores likes ours. The only thing that saved the store was the XXX movies. The big guys don't carry them, and the local people all knew us, so we get all their business. Our store still has regular rentals so the kids can get something when mom or dad comes to get a little late night viewing for the bedroom. My friends ask me why I still work at this little place, when I could pursue so many other options. Of course, I know what they don't. This business has it benefits. I am a bit of an expert when to comes to selecting triple x films the ladies enjoy. The ladies tend to be a bit more selective. Those selections the ladies do like, rent over and over and over again. I really do make pretty good money off them. They tell their friends, and one thing leads to another. Many of these women have rich, boring husbands and they have way to much free time on their hands. I should know. Most of the ladies prefer the regular Jack and Jill variety. But there are quite a few women whose tastes run to the more exotic. I was surprised how well the light bondage and lesbian films rent. At least the well made ones, anyway. But the hottest and most favored are the hot spanking movies. I can't keep the good ones under the shelf. Several of the ladies have come to trust my judgment and they ask me what they should rent. A number of other ladies have taken it a bit further. It all started one Sunday afternoon when Mrs. Wilson, wife of the famous rich lawyer, came to return a rental. The selection in question was a particularly hot little fantasy epic about a shop lifting wife whose husband was required to punish her misbehavior. "I wish someone would do that to me," Mrs. Wilson said with a devilish grin. Fool that I am, I volunteered and she accepted. It was just that simple. This is how it works. Mrs. Wilson comes in on Monday and rents a movie. Of course it is one I recommend, so I know the story line. She either comes back in on Tuesday and rents another one, or she calls my cell phone and we make an appointment. She lives in this big "house", and I use the term "house" loosely. It is a house only from a property tax point of view. To the rest of us it would be a hotel. The garage is larger than the house I grew up in. When she calls me on the cell, she says something like, "Chris, I really liked the movie and I was wondering if you knew where I could find the man who played the loan officer." This was her way of telling me the part in the movie she wanted me to play. She would then tell me where to come to get in the "house" and what time to be there. This house was so big, I could have lived there and her husband would have never known it. So this Monday Mrs. Wilson comes in and rents a very hot spanking movie called "Melody Gets a Ticket". Very hot. I knew she would like it. Tuesday first thing, my cell phone rings and guess who it is. "Chris, I really liked the movie and I was wondering if you knew where I could find the man who played the police officer?" she asks. "Well, I think that I can find him. When does he need to be over?" I ask. "How does 12:00 sound?" she says. "That will be fine," I say. I have this closet of clothes I keep so I can get fitted for a part. I can dress as a school principal, a truck driver, a construction worker, a yard man, a head master, what ever the part calls for. The clothes don't have to be perfect, just good enough to make the story seem real. So of course, I have a security guard uniform that works for this particular part. At 11:30, I close the shop and head over to Mrs. Wilson's "house". This particular story is about a lady who get pulled over for speeding in a school zone. She is so afraid of what her husband will do if she gets another ticket, she pleads with the cop not to give her one. That is when it gets interesting. When I get there, I park a block or so away and walk around to the garage. I expected to find Mrs. Wilson in her car, like she had just been pulled over. There she was. I pull out my fake ticket book and walk slowly to her car. "Excuse me, lady, but can I see your drivers license?" "Oh officer!" she pleads. She always so over acts. "Please don't give me a ticket," she continues. Like this is for real. Her acting is pathetic. But it is all part of her fun. "Well, lady you were going 50 in a school zone and I think that requires some form of punishment," I say. Like a cop would really say "punishment". HA! "Oh, please," she pleads, "My husband will just kill me if I get another ticket!" This is wear the fun starts. "Well, I see here from you records you have already been given two tickets for this same offense. You don't seem to be learning your lesson, do you?" Who writes this dialogue? "Oh, please not another ticket," she says. Man, it is so sad to hear her try and act. "Well, Mrs., what can we do to see that this does not happen again?" the "Officer" asks. "Maybe you could teach me my lesson," she says. Gosh, I almost believe her when she says that. "Step out of the car, Mrs." I tell her. She gets out of her car and she is dressed so nice. She is not a young woman, but she still looks very good. She had on a white blouse and a black skirt, stockings and her bra and breasts could clearly been seen. Her nipples were popping out of her blouse. This play acting really gets her excited. "Tune around and put your hands on the car. I am going to have to search you," the "Officer" says. A search like this would get any cop on the planet executed. I start by running my hands down her arms and to her waist, then across her smooth abdomen and then up to her breasts. Somehow I don't really expect to find a weapon. But what I do find are some very hard nipples that demand a nice little pinch. That's not part of the movie, I just threw that in because I know she likes it. My hands then run back down her belly to her thighs then to her dress. I lift her hem line up. "Oh officer!" she protests. It is so funny to hear her protest and pant at the same time. "I have to be sure," I say. Right. Up comes her dress and I feel my way around all her private areas. How nice she feels. Very warm and so soft. She had on her black panties, but not for long. "Well, lady you were going 30 miles an hour above the speed limit, so I think a fair punishment would be 30 firm swats." What police school did this guy go to? "Then no ticket?" she asks as her excitement grows. I have to give Mrs. Wilson credit, she sticks with the script. "If you stand still and take your punishment, we can over look the ticket, this time," says the officer, judge, jury, and head spanker. I spin her around and pull her panties down and get her ass stuck out just the way I like it. Very nice. WHACK! The first slap always gets a jerk out of her. But she stands still and keeps her ass out. "You have to count them," I say. "ONE!," she says in her hot wound up voice. WHACK! "TWO!," she says as she gets warmed up. So it goes to about ten. After about 10 hard slaps, Mrs. Wilson is so hot she is ready to explode. She would never make it to thirty. I have to improvise a bit. I reach my hand around and unbutton her blouse so her lovely warm breasts are available. Oh yes, they are nice. Real, not fake. I rub her warm ass and use my free hand to explore between her legs. Man, it is like a blast furnace in there. The lovely and rich Mrs. Wilson does get hot. I tease her for awhile, then I finally put my finger where she wants it. "Ohhh," she always gasps. That's not in the script. "Mrs. can you learn to drive the correct speed?" I ask in my best fake policeman voice. "OH YES!," she says as she tries to direct my hand to the exact right place. "You stop that," I have to tell her and slap her hand away. That drives her even more insane. "Are you sure?" I ask and give a last couple of hard slaps. Thirty won't ever happen. WHACK! "OH YES!" WHACK! "OH.. " With me rubbing her hot ass and my finger on her hot spot, Mrs. Wilson just can't stand any more. Her knees bend and she lets out a long sigh and comes in my hand while her open palms slowly slide down the side on the car. She stays bent over for a while and finally I raise her back up. I spin her around so she faces me. Her cheeks are so red and her face is all flush. "My gosh, that was good," she says as she fixes her blouse and adjusts her dress. She always waits for me to pull her panties back up. What a hot lady she is. We look at each other for a few seconds as we each think about taking this little game to the next step. We never do. When she is all fixed back up, she reaches in her car and gets the movie case. "Here," she says and hands me the case. "I am sorry its late," she says. The late thing is how she justices the cash she puts in the movie box. "To cover the late fee," she says. For her, I would do my little act for free. I take the case and say good bye and walk back to my car. Sometimes I think I would like to take Mrs. Wilson back in her mansion and give her the hard four hour fucking she needs. But I never do it. When I get back to my shop, there is a brand new red Jaguar parked in front with a very nice looking well kept woman inside. I open up the shop and she soon comes in. "Hello," I say. "Are you Chris?" she asks. "Yes, can I help you find something," I say. "My very good friend, Lisa Wilson says you are the man to see for a good movie," she says a bit shyly. I know where this is going. I smile at her and ask, "Which do you prefer, VHS or DVD?" ****** www.spankingdallas.com ****** -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+