Gwyn’s Hiney Howls & The Aged Fart

Gwyn was once again in a bad mood.
For a waitress near Mansfield U. that was not good.
Her boss watched Gwyn as she talked to one of his sons.
They both shared an interest in her Majorette red panty-clad hiney.

Gwyn could show her hiney and be quite rude,
especially if she did not like the dude!
She groaned and gave his face a hard slap.
His cheek turned red as it landed with a clap.

Gwyn, by far had the best bottom of any girl in her class.
To give her a good hard spanking would be a real gas.
At twenty three years-old there was no one with a hiney that was finer,
especially at Halloween in her tight majorette uniform at the diner.

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Her boss had concealed himself under a ‘Jason’ like hockey mask.
He took his time to take his employee, sweet Gwyn to task.
Because when Gwyn was informed, she had an admirer by her boss.
the pretty woman’s reaction had been mean and full of frost.

Gwyn in her red with white striped sided skirt was again a majorette.
When Gwyn had last been taken to task, he could not recall.
Her Halloween majorette outfit, her blond hair topped with a bow.
The trick he planned for his waitress’s hiney would cause it to glow.

Gwyn left the diner where she had been quite a brat.
The pretty blond-haired majorette had told the nice boy to scat.
Her slap and hurtful rejection had left his son flat.
Suddenly, Gwyn saw a masked man pick up a slat.

Her short blue jean skirt became smeared with peanut butter.
“Oh poo, was all she could manage to mutter.
Swiftly Gwyn in her majorette dress found herself over a hay pile.
Up went her red with white striped dress with style.

Gwyn’s hiney definitely was not flat,
as he grasped the wooden slat.
Gwyn rolled her eyes and gave him a put down stare.
Her teacher wondered how her wonder bottom would fare.

Gwyn’s Raggedy Ann costume was layered.
However, it was clear that she was now scared.
The band member knew she was protected by her satin slip.
However, her little comfort when her under-thing left her hip.

Gwyn’s majorette red panties left her hiney and were tugged down.
Her hockey masked boss made sure she had a pitiful frown.
With a pout across her pink bee sting lips,
and, a swish of her breathtaking hips.

Concealed in his ‘Jason’ mask he gave Gwyn a ferocious bottom spanking.
Her bottom bucked, wiggled and twisted as it took quite a thrashing.
To be bared and spanked was a huge indignity.
Gwyn’s paddling seemed to go on for infinity.

A red flush covered her rear,
as Gwyn’s eye squirted a tear.
Her spanker was on a roll,
as the pain took its toll.

Gwyn reached back and rubbed her red shiny hiney.
She did not think the masked man’s trick had been cute.
Gwyn blew a cute toot.
Just like a note on her flute.

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He had taken a stand,
with the girl in the band.
Gwyn had gotten more than his hand.
He had drawn his line in the sand.

He left Gwyn with her pink, hiney hole puckered and gaped.
While the diner owner who had spanked her escaped.
The path beside Mansfield Lake suddenly dipped,
as fate kicked in and the masked owner tripped.

He thought if he was caught he would be torn leg to limb.
Fortunately, he fell down right in front of his manager Donna Kim.
His mask flipped up and his identity was reveled.
The one he had been, so careful to keep concealed.

Gwyn’s shrewish aloof late to work behavior had taken its toll.
Employees would vote for her to be spanked in a poll.
There were unattractive feelings out there.
Gwyn had been bared and Donna did not care!

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In the cabin she checked her bottom since she had taken a stinger.
She rubbed her pink bum button, and then planted her finger.
Gwyn yanked it out with a fart.
And, its sound gave her a start.

A blotch, a bruise and a blister,
she had gotten from the mister
Taking Gwyn had been quite a feat.
One she would feel across her seat

Gwyn would conduct herself in a better manner.
And, with effort, would be an improved planner.
Gwyn’s hiney hurt and she was singing the blues.
Her boss at the diner had pulled off his best ruses.

Her spanking had been a humdinger,
for the flutist and choral singer.
Her panties down paddling had been a real stinger,
as she rubbed at her vagina with her middle finger.

The boss treated his associates to a revival of Carousel that night.
And, he watched Gwyn’s Hiney knowing it was red and bright.
Gwyn’s blue jean dress exemplified her country style.
He complimented his employee and she gave him a smile.

A glow came from a Halloween lantern,
while Gwyn had been left with a hiney burn.
Gwyn got up, turned and showed her boss one shapely hip,
“Thank you kind sir,” she performed a curtsy with a big dip.