Love Spank

You grab little Mary by the shoulders tight enough to make her gasp again. Then you turn her around and push her down so that she's bent over the counter.

"No, don't!" Mary squeals, but you pay her no mind.

Instead, you jerk up her smooth, silky nightie, exposing her naked bottom.

"You can't do this!" Mary insists.

You raise your hand and prove her wrong. Your first spank bounces her bottom and leaves a bright red handprint on her pale bottom. The second does the same. By the third, Mary is wriggling and crying and you've just hit your rhythm. Soon, the girl's bottom is hot red and she's been reduced to a crying mess. When you finally let her go, she runs from the men's room, bawling her eyes out.

You take your shower and the rest of the day goes uneventfully. In your dreams that night, you hear an ethereal voice over the sound of a gentle beach.

"What do you think you were doing? When I said she needed a spanking, I didn't mean you were to force it on her. Mary Finnegan may have a temper, but she's a gentle soul. You really messed this up. You'll never find love. Never."


You Lose
End Of Story