Ginger’s Recreational Reading (1994) Musicman) (I liked Flogmaster’s disclaimer so I’ve appropriated most of it here.) ______________________________________________________ Copyright (C) 1996 by Musicman. All Rights Reserved. Free distribution via electronic medium (i.e. the internet or electronic BBS) is permitted as long as the text is not modified and this copyright is included, but no other form of publication is allowed. This document may contain material of an ADULT nature. *READ AT YOUR OWN RISK*. Anything offensive is your own problem. This story is for **entertainment** purposes only and does not necessarily represent the viewpoints of the author or the electronic source where this was obtained. All characters are _fictional_ and any resemblance to real people is purely coincidental. ______________________________________________________ Here is a story which was inspired by email I received after I originally posted my delurk. The email note is first, then the story. Enjoy. Musicman From: wi.1108@wizvax.com Subject: Your post Hi music, I was enjoying your letter immeasurably, thinking, here's a man straight out of my fantasy life when I got to this: "I have found the stories by Ginger and Debbie Ann, to name but two of the wonderful a.s.s. writers, to be *incredibly* hot." Well, that just made me tingle all over. Thank you for the heat jolt, it was a lovely morning perk. >One in particular made my mouth go dry. It involving two coeds who are caught cheating by their professor at college. Would you believe I remember this letter!! I, too, read Penthouse while babysitting at some point in the 70's. The prof spanked the two girls in three installments. One even tried to put a magazine down her jeans - that was the reason her pants came off. I went crazy over those letters and stole several magazines from the house I was babysitting for. Gee, wonder what would have happened if I'd gotten caught. <g> Ginger STORY: Ginger's Recreational Reading (1994) Musicman Scenario: a teenage female is caught stealing Penthouse magazines from the home where she babysits and is punished; M/f, hairbrush, panties up, arousal, no sex ****** Mr. Dollard stood with his hand on the telephone, glaring at the 17 year old girl standing in his kitchen. Ginger had been a babysitter for his family since she was twelve, but his trust in her was now gone. Ginger, a vivacious red head, had been caught trying to steal some issues of Penthouse magazine from the Dollard home. It was not the first time she had done this, for Ginger had come to enjoy certain of the letters from readers published in the magazine. After discovering that the Dollards had a subscription to Penthouse and a stash of back issues, each time she was at the Dollard home and had gotten the children to bed, Ginger would avidly devour the Penthouse back issues. Certain issues became her favorites, those with one or more letters dealing with spanking. Reading these particular letters got Ginger *very* aroused and, more than once, she found herself masturbating to a delicious orgasm in the front bathroom at the Dollard's house. Of course, as with many pleasures in life, Ginger wanted more and more. When babysitting assignments at the Dollard's became less frequent, Ginger missed reading the letters. Being under age, she had no way to legally purchase the magazine. So, Ginger made a fateful decision to take an issue of the magazine with her after a babysitting job. She brought an extra large handbag with her that evening and walked out that night with the magazine tucked in the bottom of the handbag. Her heart was racing the whole time Mr. Dollard drove her home. She hadn't given a thought as to what she would do if discovered. It didn't happen, and as time went on, Ginger found opportunities to take additional issues from the Dollard home. Her greed was her undoing. Mystified by the disappearance of several recent Penthouse issues, Mr. Dollard had given some thought to the situation. He didn't want to suspect Ginger as the two families were long-time friends. His suspicions were confirmed, however, the previous time she had babysat. Mr. Dollard has counted the issues on hand before leaving, and again when he and Mrs. Dollard returned. He counted one less. Unlike the previous time, this time the count revealed two issues missing. Mr. Dollard knew he had his culprit when Ginger's face became beet-red as he confronted her about the disappearance. He made her dump out her handbag. There were the magazines, as well as a package of cigarettes, two romance novels, some tampons and other assorted stuff. Ginger was incredibly embarrassed, and this turned to dread as Mr. Dollard telephoned her parents. Oh Shit! ****** Mr. Dollard had spoken with Ginger's father. Of course, Ginger's father was mortified to learn what his daughter had done in the home of family friends. He knew that she would have a difficult time regaining their trust. Ginger's father had apologized to Mr. Dollard for her behavior, and had assured him that she would be punished as soon as she was brought home that night. Mr. Dollard had thanked him and hung up. Then he turned to glare at Ginger. "I'm not going to ask why you have been taking the magazines, young lady. The issue is that you took something that did not belong to you," he said caustically. Ginger looked at the floor, ready to cry. Mr. Dollard continued. "Even worse, from my perspective, is the invasion of our privacy that your theft represents. Just how much of this house did you comb through before you found those magazines, young lady?" Ginger didn't answer. She was already thinking about what was surely going to happen when she returned home to her father. Mr. Dollard did not appreciate her silence. He strode over to Ginger and seized her chin in the grip of his right hand. "Answer me!" Tears began to leak from Ginger's eyes as she answered. Her voice was shaky. "I... looked ev... everywhere," she said. Mr. Dollard's eyes grew dark with anger. He released her chin and went to sit at the kitchen table with his wife. "Can you believe this, Elly?", he asked. She shook her head in disgust. Mr. Dollard smacked the table with his palm. Ginger jumped in fright and a sob escaped her mouth. "Well, I'm mad enough to chew nails," Mr. Dollard said. He looked at his wife again. "I know what I'd do if my daughter was caught snooping and stealing," he continued. His wife shook her head. "Honey, you can't. She's *not* our daughter," said Mrs. Dollard. Mr. Dollard, however, had made up his mind. "I can, and I will. Go and get me your hairbrush," he said to Mrs. Dollard. Ginger's blood ran cold, and suddenly her knees felt like water. Oh shit! She felt his gaze upon her as Mrs. Dollard sighed and got up to do his bidding. They waited in silence until she returned with the hairbrush. Mr. Dollard stood and moved his chair away from the table to give himself some working room. Ginger was trembling as he sat back down, holding the hairbrush, looking angrily at her. "Young lady, I intend to give you the spanking of your life for what you have done to us, and to the friendship between our families," he announced. Ginger put her hands to her face and sobbed out loud. "P...please, Mr. Dollard! (sob) Please don't sp... spank me! (sob) My... my father w... will as soon as I get home! (sob)", Ginger cried. Mr. Dollard cocked an eyebrow at his wife. She shrugged, her silence consent. Ginger had unwittingly revealed that this was not a unique punishment. "Take down your jeans, young lady, and get across my lap," he ordered. Ginger just stood there and cried. She couldn't believe what was happening to her, and now she was about to have to pull her pants down in front of people who were not family. Her hesitation did not please him one bit. "If I have to come and get you, I'll spank your bare bottom." This was enough to convince Ginger to move. It also caused her fresh humiliation. Already accepting what was about to happen, her intelligent and creative mind was free associating like crazy, and his words reminded her of something she read in the Penthouse letters. As she unsnapped her tight jeans and worked them down her long legs, Ginger was becoming aroused. ****** Her jeans bunched at her ankles, Ginger awkwardly shuffled over to Mr. Dollard. Her grasped her left arm and pulled her down over his lap. She had to put both hands on the floor to keep from going all the way over. She felt his hand on the small of her back. WHAP! "OWW!", yelped Ginger. WHAP! "OWWW!" She rushed her right hand back to shield her bottom. He trapped it with his left hand. WHAP!... WHAP! Ginger began to cry fresh tears as Mr. Dollard lit into her squirming bottom. WHAP!...WHAP!...WHAP!... Ginger was wearing a pair of cotton bikini panties she had had for some time, The fabric was thin from use and offered little in the way of protection. WHAP!...WHAP!... Mr. Dollard began to lecture her as he landed the hairbrush all over her behind. "You ought to be ashamed of yourself, young lady!" WHAP!...WHAP!..."Stealing something you knew" WHAP! "you were too" WHAP! "young" WHAP! "to have in the first place!" WHAP!...WHAP!... "Don't you ever" WHAP! "ever" WHAP! "ever" WHAP! "go snooping in this house again!", he growled. Ginger was sobbing freely and kicking her legs energetically. WHAP!...WHAP!... The hairbrush left ovals of stinging pain each time it connected with her increasingly bare buttocks. Mr. Dollard had given some thirty swats to Ginger's bottom when his anger suddenly left him. He wondered if her had punished her too harshly. Her panties had slipped in between her bottom cheeks and the flesh on display was very red. Now all too aware that the lovely seventeen-year-old he held squirming over his lap was indeed not his daughter, Mr. Dollard pushed Ginger off his lap to a kneeling position. Ginger sobbed and rushed her hands to her stinging bottom. She was extremely embarrassed by all that had happened. Her face felt like it was on fire, and another fire burned between her thighs. Mr. Dollards words came through a fog to her brain. "Get you pants back on, young lady. You're going home." Slowly she stood and pulled her jeans back up. She cried out as the tight garment tortured her sore bottom. Mrs. Dollard had put everything of hers except the cigarettes back into her handbag. These she gave to Mr. Dollard. The ride home was excruciating for Ginger. The scene at her house after they arrived was even worse. Ginger's mother had searched her room and found several issues of Penthouse, which she gave back to Mr. Dollard. Ginger's father invited him to stay and witness her punishment, but he politely took his leave. Ginger's parents were very displeased with her, In addition to lectures from both of them, Ginger's gave her bare bottom a strapping as she knelt on the couch. That night, a thoroughly chastened teen took to her bed to cry herself to sleep. What they could not take away from her, however, were her fingers and her imagination. Suffice it to say that Ginger was a little less frustrated by the time she finally got to sleep. The End Apologies to Ginger: I was so taken with your mention of RL experiences similar to mine that my fancy took flight with your curiosity over "what if I had been caught..." I debated the merits of sending this to you only, then decided, nah, I have to share this with the a.s.s. community. I hope you don't mind *too* much <b.g.>