SSC: Party Dress

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SSC: Party Dress

(****, M/F, Intense, nc paddle)

A husband prepares his wife for a party. (Approximately 492 words. Originally published 2002-10.)

"Oooh! Ouch!" cried Patty.

The leather paddle cracked down in rapid fashion, making her bare buns dance. The buttocks were full and round, but Keith was professionally thorough, making sure every inch of flesh was nicely redened.

"Okay, let me see," he said finally.

Patty gasped for oxygen and stood up slowly, wiping her eyes and wincing. "Please Keith, that's plenty."

"Come on, the dress," her husband said, giving her butt a smart whack with the paddle.

Yelping, naked Patty ran to the door where her black party dress hung. She quickly threw it on. She trotted back to Keith and bent over obediently, showing him her ass through the silky material.

"Not even close," muttered Keith, and Patty groaned.

The dress was removed and she was back over his lap, writhing as the paddling resumed with fresh fury. After ten minutes, Keith again halted. Patty's ass was bright red.

The dress was back on, Patty showing Keith her ass. "Hmmm. Not quite there yet."

"Oh please! Come _on_. You've nearly paddled my ass off!"

"Shut your mouth and get back over here."

Again the sound of leather smacking bare flesh echoed through the room, accompanied by yelps and moans and occasionally begging from Patty.

"Let's try again," Keith finally said, and Patty quickly slipped on the dress. Her bottom was so sore and tender she winced as the silky material touched her ass.

"Ah! Now that's about perfect," sighed Keith with pleasure. "Your buns are rosy and scarlet, and one can just see it through your dress if one looks for it."

After her shower, for Patty was quite sweaty after her spanking, she did her makeup and slipped on the dress. Keith was there with the big frat paddle: ten sizzlers with that would have her buns the perfect color for the party.

Despite her anxioty, Patty felt a burning hunger between her legs. Tonight at the party, with everyone dressed in their finest gowns and tuxedos, she'd be there wearing this beautiful black dress. She wouldn't be wearing panties or a bra, and anyone who looked closely would be able to tell. Anyone who looked closer yet would be able to see crimson blotches across her buns! It was so daring and dangerous. Her butt would be so sore just the gown against her flesh would be a constant reminder of her torment, and she wouldn't be able to help but think that anyone who looked at her knew her secret.

"Oh Keith, I'm already so horny!" she groaned, slipping a hand between her legs.

He slapped it away. "Come on, this paddle will get rid of those feelings... at least until we get to the party. Then you'll be in front of all those people and you won't dare touch yourself."

"You're evil."

"Just wait until we get home," laughed Keith. He brought the paddle down hard across Patty's butt.

"Oooh! Ouch!"

The End

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