Letticia’s Letter, a tale by Alex B

It was late afternoon when Jill Rogers arrived home from work. As she got out of her car, she noticed that Bob Drexler, her next door neighbor, was out watering his lawn. Jill loved teasing old Mr. Drexler. So, when she was sure he was looking, she pretended to drop her keys on the sidewalk. Slowly, she bent over to pick them up, giving him the full view as her plaid skirt lifted like a theater curtain to reveal a tiny pair of white cotton panties stretched tightly across her perfectly rounded ass. Bob immediately dropped his garden hose which flew around wildly, dousing him with water. As he tried to grab onto the hose, the old man slipped and fell onto the wet grass. Jill smirked as she tossed her long sandy-brown hair to one side and strolled merrily into the house as if nothing had happened. When she came into the living room, Jill found her girlfriend, Gwen Taylor, standing there holding an envelope and a letter. She seemed upset. "Hi, honey." Jill said. "What's up?"

"I just got this letter from Leticia in the mail."
"A letter from Leticia? I haven't heard from her in months."
"Well, actually, the letter is addressed to me. But I think you should take a look."

Gwen handed the piece of paper to Jill and sat down in front of her as she read it. "Dear Gwen," the letter began. "Someone told me that you're going out with Jill these days. I was glad to hear it. I'm sure you'll make a fine pair. Even though things didn't work out between us, I still think Jill's great. There's only one problem. Someone told me that you and Jill started seeing each other around Christmas and I didn't break up with her until late January, which means that, for a few weeks there, she was dating both of us. Of course, I don't think you should end your whole relationship over this technicality. As I said, Jill's a great girl. It's just that sometimes she acts like a naughty child and when she does she needs to be treated like one. When she gets done reading this letter, why don't you take her over your knee and spank that cute little ass of hers to a nice rosy glow. That's what I used to do whenever she misbehaved and believe me it works! And while you've got her bent over, give her a few good swats from me! Good luck and bottoms up! Your friend, Leticia."

Jill laughed nervously as she put the letter down. "Looks like I'm in trouble." "Trouble isn't the word!" Gwen said, pointing to a spot on the floor in front of her. "Get over here, right now!" Jill swallowed hard and then began taking slow, hesitant steps in Gwen's direction. When she finally came into range, Gwen reached out and slid her arm around Jill's waist in a manner that initially felt like an affectionate embrace. Then suddenly, Jill was jerked off of her feet and across Gwen's lap. Within seconds, her plaid skirt was up over her back and her panties were banded around her thighs.

"What's the most important thing in the world to me?" Gwen asked.
"I, uh..."
"Honesty! You know how important that is to me!"
"Yes, I know." Jill replied sheepishly.

Gwen gripped Jill's waist with her left hand and placed her right hand on Jill's bottom. "Do you remember how we kissed on New Year's Eve?" "Of course I do!" "And I asked if I was your only love?" "But I DO love you, Gwenny!" "Well, you sure have a rotten way of showing it!"

Before Jill could make a plea for leniency, she felt the sting of a powerful swat across her left ass cheek followed by another to her right. Gwen wasted no time in getting her message across. Her hand moved swiftly back and forth, slapping a painful tattoo across her lover's bare bottom. She spanked Jill using not only her strong right hand, but also every ounce of jealous rage that had been building up inside her since reading that letter. Determined to make sure that this experience was not forgotten, Gwen tightened her grip around Jill's waist and began spanking her as hard and as fast as she could. She concentrated for a long time on Jill's lower buttocks, smacking them smartly until they turned dark pink beneath her busy hand. As the spanking gained momentum, Jill became delirious with all the sensations rushing through her head. The pain, the unbearable humiliation, the wetness building up between her legs, even the taste of her own tears- the mixture was driving her to the brink of madness. Gwen ended her siege on Jill's bottom with several particularly hard swats. She lifted her hand high into the air and brought it down with a powerful smack twelve times- each swat more devastating than the last. Gwen finally stopped spanking Jill, but didn't allow her to stand right away.

She held her whimpering partner in place, rubbing those warm crimson cheeks as she lectured. "Now maybe you think I'm being a bit severe, but let me tell you something, if you ever lie to me like that again, this little trip to the woodshed is going to seem like a picnic! Do you understand?!"
"Yes!" Jill sobbed. "I definitely understand!"

Gwen helped her up and lead her to the couch, where Jill suspected they would make love. Instead, Gwen bent her over the back of the sofa, removed her skirt and pulled her panties down to her ankles. "Now, you stay right here until I get back!" Gwen commanded. Jill was utterly bewildered. "Where are you going?" she asked.
"I'm going next door to ask Bob Drexler if he'll let me borrow that old fraternity paddle I've seen hanging on his living room wall." Jill gasped, then shook her fists angrily. "But I just got a spanking!" "Oh, that was just for cheating on Leticia!" Gwen explained. "What you're going to get next is for cheating on ME!"

"But, Gwenny!" Jill whined as she began to rise. "You better get that bottom back in the air, young lady!" Gwen said, taking a step forward. Jill immediately bent back over. "That's more like it!" Gwen said, turning to leave. "Wait!" Jill gasped. "You're not telling him why you need the paddle, are you?!" "Yes I am! In fact, I think I'll invite him over to watch me finish tanning your backside with it. I've seen the way you taunt that poor old guy! Maybe I'll let him give you the first dozen swats!" And with that, Gwen closed the door. Soon, Jill began to cry again. Her poor little bottom was already throbbing two beats faster than her heart and in a minute Gwen, and possibly Bob Drexler, would be standing behind her swinging an enormous oak paddle that was sure have her hopping and howling in no time. She thought about making her escape, but then realized that this was as good a way as any other to atone for her terrible behavior. Besides, nothing was happening that she didn't richly deserve. A minute later, Gwen came back in through the front door. "Bob can't make it over right now." she announced. "It seems he twisted his ankle while watering his front lawn." Jill looked over her shoulder to see Gwen holding a long, wide, wooden paddle in her right hand. Gwen let it fall onto her left palm with an audible smack. "But he did say to give you his very best."

Next door, Bob Drexler was carefully placing an ice pack on his ankle when he heard a distant slapping sound followed by a distinctly female cry. "Yeeouch!!!" A moment later, there was another smack and then a young woman's voice speaking very quickly. "Ooh! Ow!! Please!! I promise from now on-" Her sentence was interrupted by a much louder slap which was followed by a good deal of crying. For the next five or six minutes, it was just smacking and crying, whacking and blubbering. Bob turned down the sound on his television so as to fully enjoy the sweet symphony of slaps and tearful bawling coming from his neighbor's house. Eventually, the pleasant din subsided. Bob was about to turn the sound back up when he heard his doorbell ring.

He limped his way to the door and opened it to find a very sullen and rather shaky Jill Rogers at his doorstep. Her head was bowed slightly and her sandy-brown hair was hanging down over her tear stained face. "H-Hello, Mr. D-Drexler." she stammered as she wiped a knuckle under her eyes and then her nose. "Hello, Jill! What's up?" Bob inquired innocently. "We'd like to thank you for the use of your paddle, sir. " she said, holding the instrument up with shaky hands. Bob opened the screen door and took the paddle from her. He looked out to see that Gwen was standing on her front porch, her arms crossed as she watched and listened in. "I'm only to glad to oblige." Bob said. Gwen cleared her throat loudly. "Oh, yeah." Jill reluctantly added. "In the future, please feel free to report any inappropriate behavior on my part to my girlfriend, so she... so she can...." "Remedy." Gwen prodded. "Right. So she can remedy the situation as swiftly and soundly as possible." "I'll tell you what..." Bob waved to Gwen as he opened the screen door. Then he handed the paddle back to Jill. "I'm going let you gals keep this old thing. I suggest you hang it up in your living room, so it's right there whenever you need it!" "Thanks! That's a great idea!" Gwen replied. "You know, you really don't have to do this." Jill whispered. "Oh, but I want to!" the old man whispered back. "It's my personal gift to you!" "Thanks." Jill gulped. "Thanks a lot."

The End Copyright © Alex B