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copyright June 1, 2007, By Maggie O Dear 

Lynda gave the set of instructions to the babysitter for the last time as Michael grabbed the picnic basket, backpack / cooler, and blanket as they headed out the door. “You only need to tell her once or twice about bath and bedtimes, Honey, not fifty!” Michael laughed at Lynda’s exasperated glare. The sun was just setting, hovering over the treetops. Lynda loved these weekly date nights at the outdoor movies the local theater district had set up along the greenbelt on the river running through downtown. It was like being in the middle of the country inside the city. Most nights it was a family date, but Lynda opted for a sitter since it was Michael’s birthday and the kids wouldn’t care for Casablanca anyway. She smiled to herself thinking of the surprise that would be waiting for him when they arrived. It had taken awhile to get most of their friends and family together, and a lot of planning for food and drinks. Her brow slightly furrowed as she glanced at Michael. He’s not a fan of surprises, but he’d love this, she thought.They arrived just as the sun was giving its final glow and disappeared behind the skyscrapers. They found a parking space and unloaded the picnic basket, blanket and bottles of wine, making their way toward the theater area. Lynda spotted Jeff and Amy and a few others as they were claiming their space out to the side, but close enough in to see the screen. Michael looked surprised to see Jeff and Amy out. It was very rarely that they ventured outside of their little cul-de -sac. Lynda saw Michael’s look and giggled. The others Lynda had invited began arriving and congregating around their little spot, all carrying munchies and drinks and a few unexplained bags.

Michael noticed there were too many people they knew in the immediate area for it to be a coincidence. He looked over his shoulder at Lynda with his right eyebrow cocked. Oh God how she hated that look. The back of her neck and shoulders stiffened for a brief moment. She busied herself laying out blankets and arranging the drinks and snacks so they’d be at hand. She and Amy made small talk and giggled at how easy it had been to get Michael and Jeff to fall for this little birthday surprise. Inside, they were both thinking that maybe a surprise might not have been the best idea. Their eyes locked and the chitchat halted.

Michael came up behind Lynda and touched her on the shoulder. Touch might not be the right way to describe the noticeable pressure she felt as he pulled her face in close to his mouth. “Come with me. We’ll take a little walk down the river and be back just as the movie starts.”

Amy stepped out of earshot and sighed as she watched Michael and Lynda head off into the dark. Maybe Jeff didn’t notice, she prayed.

Lynda noticed the backpack Michael had slung over his shoulder. He offered her one of the two bottles of ice water he had picked up. His wife popped the cap off the bottle and stopped to take a deep drink of the cold water. He let her take what she wanted before grabbing her hand and leading her on down the river walk.

“We’ve been through this before, Lynda. Why would you think that tonight would be any different just because it’s my birthday?”

She had no answer for a minute. Taking a deep breath she said, “I thought it would be nice for all of our friends and family to celebrate your birthday. It’s not often that we can get everyone together and the more people I talked to the more we all agreed that a surprise party would be nice.”

“Bzzzzzzt, wrong!” Michael said, shaking his head. “I’m pretty sure you and Amy cooked this one up together. You’ve done it before and it has yours and Amy’s names written all over it.”

“But, Michael…”

Michael tightened his grip on her arm and led her off the walkway down behind some trees, that at the moment seemed as if they had been planted there for his specific purpose. They provided the perfect screen from all the movie goers and were far enough away from the seating area but close enough to the interstate running overhead, that imminent noise wouldn’t be a factor. One of the trees was said to be over 150 years old. A stately, mighty oak, perfect for the task at hand. The thick, low hanging branches were the perfect height for his wife to comfortably hold on to during his surprise for her.

the perfect screen from all the movie goers and were far enough away from the seating area but close enough to the interstate running overhead, that imminent noise wouldn’t be a factor. One of the trees was said to be over 150 years old. A stately, mighty oak, perfect for the task at hand. The thick, low hanging branches were the perfect height for his wife to comfortably hold on to during his for her.the perfect screen from all the movie goers and were far enough away from the seating area but close enough to the interstate running overhead, that imminent noise wouldn’t be a factor. One of the trees was said to be over 150 years old. A stately, mighty oak, perfect for the task at hand. The thick, low hanging branches were the perfect height for his wife to comfortably hold on to during his for her.”I really didn’t th…” she was stopped before she could complete the sentence.

“Right, you didn’t think.” He dropped the backpack on the grass at the trunk of the tree. Kneeling down, he unzipped the bag and pulled out his favorite paddle and her least favorite hairbrush, sitting them next to where she was standing. It seemed as if she had automatically stood right where she needed to be. He put his hand up between her should blades and only had to apply a little pressure to get her to lay herself over the hefty branch.

“Michael, please not here.” Lynda whispered, hoping he would be lenient and let it go. “Everyone will see and hear!”

“No, Lynda, we’re far enough away and the traffic will drown out any noises you find it necessary to make. Bend over here and stay.”

Lynda complied with his orders. She smartly deduced that he was not the least bit happy and any more pleading would only make everything worse.

“How old am I today, Lynda?”

“Forty-four.” she faintly answered.

“Okay then, forty-four to start. How many people did you and Amy decide I wanted at my birthday surprise gathering?”

“Michael, that’s not fair!” She started to stand up but the snap of the paddle on his thigh changed her mind. “Fourteen, besides you and me.”

“Pull your panties down to the middle of your thighs and lift your dress up around your waist.”

Lynda did as she was told, but realized the she would have to hold her knees together to keep her panties from falling to the ground, in turn making her bottom that much more of a target. The last thing she would want on her soon to be very sore rear end were ants or spiders or any creepy-crawly things to hitch a ride inside her panties. Having to keep this position, she found her bottom sticking out further which only brought hot tears to her eyes before Michael even got into position.

“You’ll get forty-four with my best paddle and you’ll take the other sixteen, yes I’m including you and myself in this, with your favorite brush!”

Lynda winced at the thought of both the paddle and the hairbrush. It was sudden, the whoosh of the paddle pushing through the air and the sharp, sharp sting as the first strike was landed. She blinked her eyes and focused on a shrub in the near-by darkness. Over and over they landed. The same spot. Different spots. Full across her fiery bottom. Straight across that agonizing area where her bottom creased into her upper thighs. She tried to keep from yelling out, but wasn’t always successful. Michael hadn’t spanked her like this in many months. Lynda’s head was spinning from the fire across her ass and the thoughts reeling in her mind that everyone would know what was happening.

 

 

Just as suddenly the stinging blows stopped. Michael ran his hands over and around her deep red bottom. The heat from her seemed to cause a glow in the darkness around them. His warm hands on her bottom pushed the heat down between her thighs. Lynda’s head fought to only think of one feeling. It was almost too much to acknowledge her stinging ass and her quivering pussy at the same time. Each one feeding off the other.

“We’re almost done. We’ll just finish up now and then we can go and enjoy the movie.”

Lynda’s knees nearly buckled. “I’m sorry, Michael. I knew I shouldn’t have planned your birthday like this. It just go…”

“Stop! I don’t want to hear the excuses!” He pressed her torso back over the branch.

“But .. It just got out…” She tried to hurry and finish her thought.

“Hush!” The first slap of the brush landed full on her round bottom.

“Itjustgotoutofhandbeforeweknewit!” She sputtered to finish this time.

“I said I don’t want to hear the excuses, Lynda! You’ll get five more before we’re through here.”

By the time the fourth, fifth, sixth blows landed Lynda was sobbing. The lightning hot strokes just kept coming down. Tears were falling onto her sandled feet. She realized too late that her panties had fallen to the ground. Her thoughts were spinning between the tears on her feet and the panties and ants on the ground and the serious fire scorching her ass.

Michael set the brush next to the paddle and backpack. He stood next to his wife, rubbing his hand across her warm bottom. Squeezing each cheek with loving affection. His fingers wandered between her thighs, her lips swollen and wet. He let his finger slide in and out of her slippery pussy. In. Pressing inside of her. Out. In and press. Her muscles clenching around his finger hoping to hold him inside of her. He withdrew from her and landed one final slap on her bottom and gave both cheeks a firm squeeze filled with his craving for her.

“Come here, baby. Stand up and let’s get you straightened up.”

Lynda brushed her dressed back down around her searing bottom and shivered as she thought about the creepy-crawlies that could be all around her. Michael seemed to have read her mind and picked up the panties, dusted them off and put them in his pocket.

“See, now you won’t have to worry about the ants or your panties touching your bottom.” He smiled at her and put both arms around her. She buried her face into his chest and choked by the sobs, turning into small little hiccups as they finally subsided. “I’m sorry Michael, no more surprises without your permission first.” They giggled at the irony of her statement.

Her tears dried, they gathered everything up and walked back towards the theater area. They noticed two people walking towards them on the path. Oh lord, please don’t let them know what happened, Lynda thought. Ohgod, too late!

Michael and Lynda passed Jeff and Amy on the walkway. Amy and Lynda dropped their eyes to the ground as Michael tossed the backpack in Jeff’s direction. “Here, you might need this! There’s water and other uhhh, other stuff inside.” He landed a couple of playful swats on Lynda’s tender bottom and nodded at Jeff.

“You know baby, next time we’re here that low hanging limb back there would also put you in a good position for a little different type of fun!” Michael said into her neck as he pulled his wife up next to him and laughed.

Jeff smiled. Amy shuddered.

 

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Such great stories…. Thanks ya’ll for joining in.  I’ve enjoyed it.  Hope you have too.  We’ll see if anything else comes in. 

 

 

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