MMSA Stories LAST SPANKING!
Jim had to do it....yeah, he had to. That's what he said anyway. He kept the site up for years, taunting us, teasing us in a way and we all read the tales and enjoyed the "whacks" and the "pops" and the "Yeowwwwwwwwwwwwww's!" Yeah, now...all gone. ALL of it.
But, what if.........we bent him over, and strapped his ass? I mean, what IF, what if the infamous MMSA Stories himself was strapped just one more time? Would he yell, screaming from the oak board with each hit? Would he jerk his legs together as he fought to avoid the blows of my paddle? Or yours? Would a cane cutting into his backside and leaving lines of welts across his buttocks get him to change his mind?
I can close my eyes and visualize him, thanks to his many pictures he so nicely posted of himself, and can imagine my paddle as I use it like a paint brush to turn his bottom a shiny red. Smack! Whack! Slap!
"YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Jim would yell.
"Oh...OH.....WOW!!!!!" he would cry, as he jerked his bottom up and down and struggled to dodge the blows I would bring upon his rear. One thing he says is that he is closing his site partly because he doesn't find it interesting any more. Well, would a strap across his bare buttocks renew the old flame and get his heart pumping with desire? Would he feel the burn and enjoy it as we all imagine, his dick stiff and eager with the thought of having his bottom painted red? It would be red too, make no mistake about that! I would know just how to do it too, thanks to all of the stories over the years and all of the authors sharing their techniques. A quick, fast upturned swing of the board into his 'sit spot' would get through to him! Yeah, maybe then he'd keep his site going! I can visualize the sting, working my paddle across his fanny, one blow after the other, painting his bottom and watching it turn color, from snow white to crimson red.
Perhaps it would take more than that? Would a birching do it? Or a leather strap, whipped across his ass with a vengeance? Can't you just visualize his beautiful balls swinging, his eager dick sliding through my fist as I held his pole and steadied him as he struggled? I can almost FEEL his pole, thick and hard as he felt the strap and begged to have me stop.
I would have to work the leather strap up and down his thighs, and then across his cheeks one and then the other. I'd know how to strap him vertically too, holding his cheeks wide so I wouldn't miss his hole. Yeah, that might do it. Perhaps a dozen slashes of the strap across his hole and he'd change his mind!
"WHACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!"
"SLAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!!!!"
"OH....OHH....OHHHHHHHHH!!!!" he would yell.
"OK! OK! OK!!!!" he would beg.
Would he shoot his wad? Yes! Oh yes he would! He would have to, I'd see to that, because we all did, so many times, and just because of him and his awesome website and all of the tales that were told.
Crackkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk!
SNAPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!
Yes, he deserves a good spanking for taking his site down, and it really wouldn't matter if he was whipped or strapped or caned or paddled or hand-spanked. No, it wouldn't matter. Perhaps Millard's FUTURSPANK machines might do the trick? How many whacks would we set the dial for this crime? What is the penalty for taking down the most awesome spanking site ever created? Would we put him in for the Lexan paddle or the spinning strap? Would he strip off his clothes in a hurry and grab the machine's restraints himself, racing the clock, or would he run the time out trying to delay his richly deserved punishment and pick up penalty strokes in the process?
Perhaps what he really needs is a bare assed spanking over my knee. Or yours? Yeah, perhaps that's what he really needs! I'd like to put him over my knee, sure as _s_h_i_t_ I would, and treat him like a little boy for closing his site. I'd like to smack him hard, and work the palm of my hand up and down his ass, covering it thoroughly. I wouldn't forget the sensitive area inside of his crack. No sir, I've learned from the authors on his site about that spot, and so I'd peal back his cheeks and work that area especially hard. I would also know to hold him steady, and to make sure as he struggled he stayed in place like a bad little boy, taking his spanking and keeping in position, with his legs spread wide and open. I'd keep him that way until I was done with him.
To do that of course I would have to hold his dick, like so many dicks were held in so many stories, and as I did of course he would hump my fist, up and down, trying to dodge the blows by moving his ass as he blubbered like a little boy over his dad's upturned knee. He might get rid of the website even so, he might, but at least he'd have that bright red ass and he would have felt the sting and at least been punished for the error of his ways. At least then we would all have that satisfaction, knowing he was well punished and his mis-behaving bottom had at least sent him a message.
In the end, with the snot dripping out of his nose and his spent rod in my fist, his pool of jism on the floor and his bright red ass high in the air, we would allow him to regain his dignity, just like a father forgives his son's transgressions once he has made him pay the price for them. After it was done, and he was looking at me with his wet eyes and his red ass and his spent pole, then I would thank him for all of the years and all of the stories and all of the memories.
Goodbye Jim, we will miss you!
[story is not copyrighted, and is given as a gift to Jim with a wink and a thanks and a wish for all of the stories he kept available for us over the years. Goodbye Jim....we will miss you! -Nathan]