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A friendship renewed, a garden surprise
Babs: one of the older of the ladies parish bare-spanking group but fit and sprightly, sparkly and fashioned, possessed of figure the French would find familiar. Tends to the perfectly proportioned and the particular in everything she does – and this is reflected in her bare rear. She knows how to give and receive – Ken her hubby is the beneficiary – in Strictly Come Spanking would be a 7-9 every time for rhythm, speed and force.
Of course…
Avril: the purple gardener: gardening bare-bottomed in her own Arcadia she longs for the close attention of a special spanking friend. Administers to herself from time to time. Has a son she hardly sees – very occasionally he and his rude, abrasive, girlfriend will make a visit, once ending in shouts and tears as both went over the sofa, bottoms bare in the air. His and hers tattoos a-glowing along with rings in ears and nose as Avril, with a frown, walloped away with a gardening trowl.
Whilst tending to their bare patches she uttered the well-worn phrase ‘never too old for old fashioned justice’ and didn’t she know it; but these days had no outlet to prove it in all the ways she wanted to. All too infrequent and self-service was never the same.
Let me set the scene. Avril is not tall but cheeks behind are very well-formed. All that exercise walking and bending, she is also an ace on tennis court, greenhouse-potting (gloves are very good for the passing thwack). Her bottom bare is her pride and joy, if truth be told, and a wonderful advert for many things – the ageless woman including.
When Babs came a-calling with parish magazine and a suggestion to re-form the Ladies Group she stood in the kitchen, eyes very wide, in short gardening smock and asked the question deep in her heart, which Babs hoped she might: “Does this mean, over the knee?”.
This led to the next, which Babs had foreseen: “ O Babs, about time – you can start with me – I’m in for a penny, in for a pound”, and with one bound had dispensed with smock, revealing a bare browned by the sun, flung herself over Bab’s waiting knee as she perched on kitchen chair, crying “let us begin!”.
Babs, always cool and composed, said patting/smoothing an inviting cheek and said: “my dear, I love your fire and ire and, gosh, what a bottom bare (giving it another squeeze which made its owner purr) but you have missed a vital detail from which I must not demur. The rules of our group (never a club) do state that giver must also be bare as she or he sits on sofa or chair to dish out the dealing. I therefore must adjust my dress accordingly”.
“ Babs”, said Avril, “must you be so perfect in every way little miss Poppins” and wiggled her rear as if still a girl, both annoyingly and invitingly.
Babs was put out, “for that you get extra”, and gave her bare charge a tremendous whack which echoed off the wall. Avril was not expecting that “ now there’s a good girl, get up for a mo”.
Babs was wearing her delivering gear of white trousers and purple top. Always careful and precise, she said to the rather impatient Avril, now standing beside her in half-tidy state, bottom just itching for its due, “I’ll pop these off and fold them up, so they don’t crease, if alright with you”. And this she did, panties too, revealing to the now-quivering Avril’s gaze a sight she had not seen for quite some time, which Ken in his luck saw every night. Babs’ bare bottom in all its glory fine – just round enough not to be fat and broad enough not to be stout – a picture of bottom-bare perfection.
Avril let out a deep sigh of afternoon delight “phwoah what a corker!” She was originally from Southend. Babs resumed her position on wooden chair, feeling the sensation go through her person, placing her bare cheeks precisely, ready to dole it out mightily to Avril, who tended to be pert if not rude. She adjusted her look to ‘stern school ma’am’ about to do her duty on errant behind, which captured the moment beautifully.
Avril soon was to learn that Babs had what is known as a good ‘spanking hand’, a technique to match to colour a bare from white to pink and in this case on to red methinks!
We’ll leave them to it, Avril and Babs: rivals and friends, gardeners, givers and receivers, appreciators of bottoms bare…..spankers extraordinaire.
KVW Yolandine