The Prescription

It was a cold rainy November day. A touch of sleet was falling. It was a good day to stay home by the fireplace, nice and warm and comfy with a glass of wine, a trashy novel loaded with sex and the vibrator. The kids were going away for the whole day, having gone with the neighbors going upstate to ski. They wouldn't be back until late tonight. The whole day was mine.

Unfortunately, there were a thousand things to do, not to mention some early Christmas shopping without the kids around. ‘Oh well,' I thought.

I put on my coat, my LL Bean "gripper" shoes, a hat and some gloves. Grabbing the car keys, I headed out the door figuring it's 9:30, I'll have a good head start on the crowds.

* * *

Once out I found the roads and store remarkably uncrowded. The weather must have kept all the sane people home, like I should be. None the less, time flies and by 1:30 my list is almost done. All that is left is the sinus medication at Mr. Hopper's drug store outside of town. Getting in the car and putting it in gear, I can't help but think, "There may be hope for that fireplace and me yet."

* * *

It‘s only a 10 minute drive to the drug store which is located on the very edge of town, almost in the wooded area. It is a little out of the way, but his prices are so much cheaper that even the chain store, it is worth the drive.

As I pulled up, I noticed that the store appeared a little dark, but the lights in the back by the pharmacy area are still on. There are also two cars in the parking lot besides my own, so that must mean someone is here.

Going to the front door, there is a small sign on it that says, GONE TO LUNCH...WILL RETURN IN 30 MINUTES.

"SHIT," I thought, ‘I don't need this...I don't want to sit out here in the car for a fucking 30 minutes!'

I looked at the door again and noticed it was ajar. Pushing gently, it opened.

‘What luck! Mr. Hopper is a nice man, maybe he will help me even if he is at lunch...after all, it's only a pickup.'

The front of the store is darkened but there is a light near a door in the pharmacy area in the rear. I moved past the well stocked isles. As I did, I couldn't help but think, ‘this place has everything, no wonder people come here even if it is out of the way.'

I didn't want to surprise or scare Mr. Hopper so I called gently to let him know I'm here. "Hello…Mr. Hopper."

There's no answer so I continued to move slowly down the aisles toward the back where the light is coming from.

"Hello...Mr. Hopper...are you're here?"

...Still no answer. "This is ridiculous you,' I thought, ‘he must be here somewhere.'

As I approached the door at the rear of the store marked "Employees Only" I heard something...it sounds like tapping of some sort. I thought, ‘It's probably Mr. Hopper...who else could it be?'

As I stepped up to the door the tapping took on a much sharper, crisper slapping sound followed by a slight moan. I froze...maybe the drugstore was being held up and whoever it was robbing the place was beating up Mr. Hopper...or maybe Mr. Hopper was having a heart attack and someone was trying to help him.

I took out my cell phone and was ready to dial 911 but figured I better check just to make sure what was happening so I could tell the emergency operator...I don't want to look foolish if there is a simpler explanation.

I pushed on the door ever so lightly. If it was a robbery, I didn't want the robbers to know I was there. Carefully I peeked...just a bit... around the corner of the door into the room...

I couldn't believe it! At first I didn't know the woman, but looking over at the clothes draped in the leather chair, I realized that those were the clothes I had seen Karen Kern wearing just and hour or so ago when I ran into her in the market. I couldn't help but think, ‘Karen, like me, is in her late forties. She always claims to be happily married to Bob and loves her four kids. Yet, here she was in the back of a pharmacy, dressed in only her bra and blouse being soundly spanked on her bare bottom by Mr. Hopper.'

I backed away from the door, letting it close very quietly. I leaned back against the wall trying to catch my breath. I think, unconsciously, I hadn't breathed for the last couple of minutes for fear of getting caught. Propriety and manners dictated that I should leave as quietly as possible and come back at another time…but…I couldn't.

I had never told anyone…I didn't think they would understand…or even worse they would think I was a pervert or weird. I had been fascinated with spanking for years. No, not spanking children, but spanking adult men and women in a sexual content. I wanted to see someone spanked and here was my chance.

Slowly and carefully, I gently opened the door a crack again. Even though his back was to me, I could see that Mr. Hopper had Karen firmly over his lap, I could see some of Karen's bottom and her bare legs. On the other side, her hands were bound with something in front of her and her blouse appeared bunched up.

Mr. Hopper was slowly but steadily whacking away at her exposed bottom. Each time he made contact I could see her jerk and occasionally give a slight "Ow" or a loan moan.

At first, I couldn't understand why she would allow him to do this to her, but it all made sense when he stopped and said, "What do think Karen, should I stop?"

In the most lust filled tone I think I have ever heard, she replied, " NO…no…keep doing it…only harder."

"Ok," he replied and the spanking commenced again. This time, I could even tell at the door that the slapping on her bottom had gotten harder. The moans were louder and were more frequent as were the "Ow's" and an occasional yelp.

I let the door close and I leaned back against the wall again trying to catch my breath.

All of a sudden, this urge swept over me. It was a feeling of lust...of pure fucking horniness unlike I have experienced since I was a young girl and watched my father fuck my mother on the washing machine in the basement.

I looked around to make sure I couldn't be seen from the front of the store. I opened my coat, lifted my sweater slightly and unbuckled and unzipped my jeans. Making one additional check, I pulled my panties out a bit and snaked my hand down the open jeans to my pussy. IT AND MY PANTIES WERE FUCKING SOAKED!

So there I stood…hand in my pants, masturbating like there is no tomorrow while listing to someone I know in the next room get the hardest spanking I had ever seen…or heard. Even stranger, if possible, was the more I heard her cry out, the faster I rubber my clit and the hotter I got. More…and more…and more, until a thought flashed into my head from out of nowhere: ‘I wish that was my ass getting spanked like that!'

BOOM! LIKE A BLAST I CAME! I came so hard my whole body seemed to stiffen and convulse…my legs buckled and I slid down the wall onto the floor. It was all I could do to keep from screaming. I looked down and realized, not only had I come but also I had soaked my panties and jean crotch with my female cum.

It took a few minutes to recover. I put my clothes back in order and composed myself. The spanking was still going on and I had to have one last peak.

Gently I pushed the door open a crack as I had before and looked in.

Mr. Hopper was still spanking Karen slowly but with a steady rhythm. She was twisting and turning slightly with each stroke.

I was so concentrated on his hitting her bottom and the reaction of her legs that I failed to notice her head. She had been turning it back and forth, but at this particular time her eyes were open…with a look of horror, she saw me! When our eyes met, I knew I had to leave quickly.

I let the door close, hurried down the aisles, opened the front door and left without saying a word. I got in the car, pulled out of the lot and headed for home as fast as I could. Looking at the clock in my car dashboard, I realized all that had transpired in just 10 minutes. I was still weak and shaken as I drove home.

* * *

I was a wreck. When I got home, I masturbated again with the sights and sounds still fresh in my mind. I didn't know what to think…it was all very frightening and ravenously exciting sat the same time!

It was about 4:30 in the afternoon. I was sitting in the living room with a drink thinking about what I saw, heard and even more so…thought. The phone rang and I answered it.

"Hello."

"Lyn, " the voice on the other end said.

"Yes," I replied.

"Hi…this is Karen."

I was trying to think…who was Karen…then it hit me and I froze.

"Lyn," she said again questioningly.

"Y…Yes, " I stuttered in reply.

"Lyn," she continued, " it's Ok…talk to me."

"I…I don't know what to say."

"Don't say anything right now. I'd like for us to sit and talk. Are you available any time tomorrow?"

"I guess so…"

"What time would be good for you?"

I had to think. The kids are home but they would be in school as normal. "Uh…any time between…say 9:00 and noon."

"Great," she said, "how about coffee at the diner…no…no, even better, how about coming to my house, 12 Striking Lane at say…ten…everyone will be out and we girls can talk in private."

"Ok, I'll see you then."

"Thanks, looking forward to it…see you in the morning."

* * *

The weather was still cold, but I didn't really feel it…I was still heated from yesterday. I left the house at five to nine…didn't want to be late, but then didn't want to appear to be too eager either. After all, the address was only a 15 minute drive from here at this time of the day.

I was wrong…with all the weekday traffic it took 25 minutes to get there. I pulled into the driveway and parked. As I got out of the car, I looked around…I don't know why…I just thought I didn't want people to know why I was there…but how would they…this is crazy.

As I am looking, the door opened and Karen waved to me. "Hi...come on in and get out of the cold."

I walked to the door and went in. She was right…it was cold.

"I'm glad you could come," she said. "Did you have any problems finding here?"

"No…None," I replied, "just the traffic."

"Yeah," she agreed, nodding her head, "it seems to get worse all the time. Come on into the kitchen."

She led the way through the rooms and into a small kitchen in the back of the house. It was adjacent to the dining room but she pointed to a small café style table in the corner of the kitchen. "We could sit in the dining room, but I like this small table here…it's more comfortable and cozy. I don't get to use it much except when I'm the only one home…otherwise with Jim and the kids, we use the dining room."

"This is fine," I said, taking off my coat and sitting down.

"I was out earlier this morning so I stopped at the bakery, " she continued, "and got us some mini Danish and sweet rolls. Would you like some coffee…or tea perhaps?"

"Tea would be fine, thank you."

She had apparently prepared for either choice because it was only a moment before she came with a pot and poured hot tea into the cup in front of me. She then retrieved to coffee pot and poured herself a cup. Replacing the pot on the machine, she returned and sat down with me…rather gingerly as I noticed.

She looked up at me…saw that I noticed and said, "Yes, it's sore, but not just from that."

I didn't say a word.

"Let's talk," she said, "and I'm relying on your discretion that what I say stays here between us. Can I rely on that?"

"Of course," I replied.

"Good. First let's talk about what you saw."

"Ok."

"What you saw was exactly as it seemed. I'm not having an affair with Mr. Hopper…I just go to him…when I want…or need...to be spanked."

I just sat there. You could hear a pin drop between us. Here I was having a social tea with a woman who was telling me how she wants to be spanked. How I was wishing I could put my hands down and rub…I had to stay calm.

"Shall I continue," she asked?

I nodded.

"Good. First, I've got to say that my husband Jim is a wonderful lover…I've got 4 kids to prove that."

I laughed.

"Yeah, I know," she said. "That aside…there are things besides husbands and boyfriends that turn us on. What do you think women are doing when they read all those sexy romance novels or see a hot part of a movie or soap? Don't tell me there isn't a hand or two going between their legs for a fantasized come."

"You're probably right," I said remembering the times I frigged my clit silly over a soap where the actress was fucked early in the morning by an old boyfriend who climbed in the window while she was staying at her mothers' house.

"You're damn right I'm right," Karen replied." Well my thing is spanking. I first got turned on when I was in college and I pledged my fraternity. The final part of the pledge week involved each pledge being stripped naked and spanked by all six members of the pledge committee in front of all the members. Each committee member gave each pledge 20 hard slaps on her bare ass…each with their own method."

"God," I said.

"Yeah, that's what I thought when I first found out. Unfortunately, at that point there was no backing out or I would have been an outcast for the rest of my college years. Left with no other choice, I went ahead. By the time the night was over, each of us had been given 20 whacks on our bottoms by hand, with rulers, with belts, with hairbrushes, with paddles and with a riding crop… 120 whacks in total. My ass was on fire. I thought I had made it…until I found there was one more catch."

"What the hell else did they do," I asked in an incredulous tone.

"When they were through with the spankings, each of the paddled pledges was blindfolded and led into another room. Once there we were tied face up to a bed with our legs spread wide open and our asses on a scratchy blanket which abused our already sore bottoms with every movement. Next they went after our pussies with tongues and vibrators to see how fast and how many times we could come in 15 minutes. It turned out that each pledge had a team assigned to her. Their mission was to bring her off as many times as they could in the allotted time. They winning team a $200 prize collected by the pledges during pledge week."

"What happened?"

"Well, I had always been an easy come when I did myself…but...between the spankings, what was happening and the fact that every one was looking at me was…to my great surprise…a major turn on. They brought me to 8 orgasms in the 15 minutes and walked away with the prize."

"Eight!"

"Yeah. I don't know how and it has never happened since…The point of all this is I associated the spankings with the orgasms and ever since, the orgasms I have when I fantasize about being spanked or am actually spanked are very powerful and deep ones."

I just sat and listened…I had never heard anything like this.

"Now," she continued, "My husband Jim is a darling who will do anything I want…except spank me good and hard. It's just not in him to "beat" a woman he tells me. I've explained that he is not "beating me" and how this is a turn on but the best he can bring himself to do is just a few light taps on my rear. Needless to say…that is far short of what I want when I'm horny."

I understood the concept of what she was saying. I had more than one boyfriend and a husband who wanted their cocks sucked all the time but wouldn't go near my clit with their tongue. Nonetheless I had to press the issue…"But how did you wind up where I saw you yesterday?" (‘Listen to me, ‘ I thought, ‘ I still can't say the words being spanked.")

"About two years ago after a big fight, Jim and I went to see a family counselor. The outcome was a bargain that I could find a spanking partner so long as it was…one, confined to spanking and no other form of sexual activity… two, done outside our home with the utmost discretion…and finally…three, done with someone outside our circle of friends and acquaintances. I agreed. In a solo session with the counselor, she said she knew someone who might fill the bill if I was interested. Of course I was so she gave me the name and a number. The rest is history and it works out well."

"How so?"

"Well…every so often when I feel the need, I make an appointment and get a spanking. Jim knows when I come home from the spankings I'm horny as hell so the sex that night is out of this world. The spankings loosen my libido so much that I'm able to do things I never really did in the past."

"Such as…"

"Such as anal sex. Between the spanking and a little wine, I get so loose that I can easily accommodate Jim's cock up my ass. The next day I'm a little sore from it but what a night of memories! You saw me sit down gingerly before…"

"Yeah…"

Well besides the spanking, that is the result of getting it in the ass not only last night but again this morning, about 20 minutes before you arrived. When I came back in from the bakery, he was up and getting ready to go to work. Before he finished dressing, I figured I would blow him and send him off with a smile on his face but he had other ideas…oh, he had the smile all right but I wound up being undressed and the load wasn't in my mouth, it was up my ass…and do you know what else?"

"No what?"

"I loved it!"

I sat back and said the only thing I could think of…"Wow!" the voyeur in me also thought that if I had been here at 9am on the dot, I could have seen Karen getting laid…oh god do I need to come.

"What do you think," Karen asked after a few moments of silence passed between us.

"I don't know what to say,' I replied.

"Will you keep this between us?"

"Of course, of course!"

"Good. Did my story turn you on?"

‘What,' I thought, ‘did I hear her right?'…"Excuse me," I asked. "I asked you if my story turned you on…I guess more specifically, does the concept of spankings turn you on?"

I didn't know what to answer.

"I take it," she continued," that your silence is an affirmative answer…Are you horny…Lyn, honey…are your pants wet?"

I was still too embarrassed to say anything

She stood up and came over to me. She reached down and slid her hand between my legs...I'm no lezzy but for some reason I didn't make a move to stop her.

"I thought so," she said, "I have a sense for this..."

She held out her hand and gestured for me to stand. I took her hand and did as she wanted.

"Have you ever been spanked, not as a child but rather as a woman Lyn," she asked.

I shook my head…my mouth just wasn't working.

"It's ok honey," she said, "Come on with me to the spare bedroom."

I froze.

"It's ok…it's just us girls, the doors are locked and no one will be home for another several hours. Besides, all we'll need in a few minutes…come on with me."

She took me by the hand and led me down the hall to her spare bedroom. It was a small but nice room with a dresser, small desk and chair and a fair-sized bed. When we entered, she closed the door and locked it.

"For your additional assurance of privacy," she said.

She sat on the bed and patted the space next to her. "Sit here with me and let's talk a bit she said."

I sat next to her, very nervous, but also very wet.

She said, " I think that you are someone who would probably like to be spanked but who never had the opportunity or the nerve. I'll help you to explore that here and now on a test basis unless you tell me no. just say the word "no" and we'll go back to the kitchen and have another cup of coffee and tea and you can leave…otherwise…"

She left the sentence unfinished and hanging in the air. Part of me wanted not only to say "no", but actually scream it! In the end though, I sat in silence.

"Ok Lyn," she said," stand up and face me."

I stood and did as she asked. She began unbuckling my pants belt and then opening the button at the top and pulling the zipper down. She then, using a hand on each side, pulled both my pants and panties down my thighs and past my knees. Here I was with my pants down in front of a woman I hardly knew…I felt tremendously embarrassed…and at he same time…turned on.