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Summer Spanking Contest Katy M/F

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Aug 31, 2012, 4:29:25 PM8/31/12
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Katy
by Tyr
M/F


My eyes go right to her. Perhaps five foot six, very thin with a short, bouncy hairdo. Wearing tight jeans, sandals and an off white blouse. Laughing at something, someone said. She enjoys laughing. She laughs a lot. Somehow I can tell.
One of the guys who came in with me comes up behind her giving her a hard swat on her behind. Her lips purse in feigned pouting, yet she sticks her bottom out so my other friend can have a better shot. He's a big guy. He gives it a long wind up and follow through. The smack is audible, yet she shows no embarrassment. His hands lingers on her bottom, goosing her. She’s still smiling.
I come upon her smiling. I’m hopeful. She gives me a look as if to size me up somehow. It's our first meeting. She turns her body, but not her head, presenting her bottom to me. I take the invitation and give her a good spank.
Without any warning she turns her whole body around and slaps my face hard. It stings and I glare at her for a second, then smile. Apparently it's the right reaction as she kisses my cheek then hugs me. She hugs a long time. I grab her butt a little. Escaping before it can go further, she joins the conversation as if nothing has happened. Nothing at all. I talk for a few minutes, then we wander off mingling with other party goers.
I turn to the friend I came in with. He enjoys my bewilderment.
"It's her rule. No warning the newbies. She can always tell when we do."
"So this happens at every party?"
"Every party, every day down the street, she's very open about it. She likes a good spanking, and you passed the test. I think."
"Passed the test?"
"If you had asked to swat her or demurred, nada. Or if you had acted badly when she slapped you. We had one guy who tried to slap her back. We were ready to restrain you. It's a test. She thinks the world is full of guys who get it, dom or sub and guys who don't, violent or passive. If you're the first, you get to smack her butt from time to time. If you're a subby, she might agree to spank your butt, but if you're violent, she won't have anything to do with you. She thinks passive guys are acceptable, but boring. She still flirts with them. She flirts with everyone. It's her defining characteristic."
"Wow, you're right," I watch as she engages in a long soulful kiss with a short busty girl, who looks like she didn't expect it either.
"Oh yeah. Don't fall in love with her. She's bi, but mostly lesbian. Though you probably will. I did. There just is no one else like her. Katy is an original."
The girl involved stares open eyed and a little stunned. Clearly she is open to it as the kiss lasted longer than a moment. All red faced and giggling, all too aware the entire room is looking at her.
"She thought she would get to spank her. Instead she got smacked on the lips. Oh my God, look at her turn red," Says the other guy who first swatted her.
Katy eyes lift as if to invite. The poor embarrassed girl goes running off. Katy returns to conversation as if nothing happened.
Her hands linger as she compliments other women on their fashion. Feeling the fabric without pawing, a signal, but not an invasion. I’m picking up pointers from her. Just once she turns to take in my gaze. She's happy for the attention, but her eyes don't come around to look again. Damn.
I sigh, wishing they had. Studying her figure it's clear from the back that she wears no bra. The blouse is shear and invites attention to her cute, round rear. I so want to spank it again. Funny I hadn't noticed the lack of bra from the front. The blouse has two pockets to cover nipples and she is very small. She is using it to tease a taller girl into peeking to her cleavage. Imaging looking just shy of seeing her nipple. Looking around the room, other men and a few women are just as teased as I am. I feel himself falling in love and worry if its obvious.
"It will be a dull party if her pants don't go round her ankles a few times for a good long smacking."
Turning to to him. Really? Without needing to say a word.
"Oh yes. Count on it. If she's really in the mood her panties come down too. Won't happen tonight, the straight women don't like it much, so she wears a thong. She's just so likable, they just roll their eyes at her. Sort of like when the fat girl falls into the pool at these parties. Only they don't pity Katy."
Staring away. Lost in a moment of longing.
"Oh dear God, you've got it bad. Don't look so mopey. What she likes is dominant men. One who will take her over his knee and turn her bottom toasty red. If you get the chance, don't go easy on her, after a little warm up smack her until your hand hurts. Whatever you do, do it in front of a likely group of ladies. Plaid shirts, comfortable shoes. I believe you know what I mean."

We do the mingle dance. Talking in groups near each other, sometimes together, chit chatting about nothing of particular importance. She goes from one enthusiasm to another. Whatever she talks about has all her thought, until the thought changes and she off on some other subject or kissing a new girl.
Her behavior continues in the same outrageous fashion, though she has run out of newbies. Sometimes she kisses the girls for real, but mostly it's a faux kiss with a little nipple tease to light up the men. Since their men can't have her, the girls all play along. Sometimes spinning her so their boys can spank her. Sometimes spanking her themselves.
The only time she offers up her own booty is for a decisively assured man. I catch the little boy longing inside me and push him down. Reducing my ardor as I find the man deep inside me. The man I use to make decisions, to pay the bills and get laid. I smirk listening to some dull story knowing he's finally come out to play. He isn't as much fun as the little boy at parties, or most of the time really. But he's a lot more useful.
Still in love, I just don't want to be in love. I have a goal and I decisively pursuit it. I begin my stalk. Flirting with other girls without intention. The playful flirting of no commitment. It says, you look pretty tonight, but I'm just flirting. It's most welcome among friends who came with and will leave with other men. It's fun. I stalk my prey keeping my glances appreciative without obsession. I want to spank her more than fuck any woman in the room. Why so much effort for so little gain? If you have to ask, why are you still reading this story? On this site?
I join her group. They are gushing about some soap opera of a tv show. I listen without comment. The other women disappear.
Katy leans into me. Another test. I keep my eyes on hers.
"When is your birthday?" She asks me.
As if it's the most natural segue in the world.
"Every year. When is yours?"
She likes the answer.
"Unfortunately, not for a few months."
"Some people celebrate on the day of the month. Every month."
"Must mean a lot of presents."
"Or a lot of spankings. What day is your birthday?"
Blushing, she bites her lip coyly, "Not for another couple of weeks."
Grabbing her arm, I say, "Close enough."
I drag her to the edge of the couch. Damn, all the seats are taken. A man stands up to give me a seat, but a large outdoorsy woman takes it before I can, patting the armrest to invite me. I've seen her stalking Katy all night. Just waiting for a good chance.
I yank Katy's jeans to her knees in one swift pull. We two stalkers eye level to her lacy red thong panties. Sitting down on the armrest I pull her over my knee so her bottom stares out to the woman sitting beside us. We stalkers must stay together. The large woman yanks Katy's panties to her ankles. I smile. Women can get away with things we men can’t.
Spanking the pert little bottom left and right with a little squeeze I begin a firm not too gentle beat. It's the cutest little bottom I've ever spanked. My hand cups as I spank.
Conversation around the room drops and a few women start to giggle. Katy's lower bottom takes a pinkish hue. Slaps wrap around the room. I spank loud.
"Isn't that past my birthday yet?" As if she wants me to stop, but not.
"Swats per each cheek each year."
Her vulva opens to a flat between her lips. My spanking is very hard now and her bum turns to red shade. One after another. I can hear her laughing as I spank, like a little girl on a merry go round, all scared and excited.
"That's well past my birthday," She laughs.
"I thought we were celebrating mine. I'm much older than I look."
She is open to me, as I can see her flowering to my rapid assault. My hand hurts. It hurts a lot and I don't care.
"If we're celebrating both our birthdays, we might be a awhile."
She laughs. Her bottom raises offering itself. I take full advantage. Her chuckling takes a funny tone. She's high on endorphins and beside herself. It's as if she's also the large outdoorsy woman staring into her as she jumps back inside the helpless little girl capitulating to the heat, sting and thud of each ringing blow. A girl watching herself watch herself.
I don't know when or why I decided to stop, but I did without letting her up. I began cupping each cheek, rubbing her sore bottom. We are like that for many minutes before she shrugs herself off my lap standing next to me.
"Keep rubbing, please. Please, sir."
I do and she stretches up to kiss me long and fully on the mouth. She says sir with a cute little pout. We kiss for a long time, my rubbing and squeezing her bottom. Finally she let's go, looks into my eyes for a second and quickly redressed in one quick pull. She shakes as things don't quite fit right and hugs me tight. When she lets go, I give her another final hard swat.
"Oh!" Like this shocks her.
It's adorable.
"We have to do this again sometime," She whispers to me.
Music has been playing. I don't know how long. It started when I was spanking Katy. I must have spanked her a long time. The outdoorsy woman pulls my girl from me and they go out to dance. She turns as she's dragged to the dance floor for one last look before embracing her new love. They kiss, hug and bump for a long time through many songs.
I stand and watch for a while. My friend comes next to me.
"You know that's as much as you'll get, right?"
"Yeah. Damn shame."
"It certainly is. There's only one Katy. And it ain't enough."

I see her again later. I was her only bare bottom spanking of the night, though she received many swats over her jeans and more than a few kisses. I check the straight girls willing to kiss her to guess their spanko potential. If they are willing, just to be a part of the show, than I hope there is hope for me later. For I know I will never meet anyone this forward again. There is only one Katy. I asked as she put on her coat.
"Will I see you again later?"
"Not tonight, I'm going to be tied up."
Her mouth open into a round O as if she just revealed the most shocking thing and then laughs. She hugs me, but does not kiss me and leaves with the outdoorsy woman. I watch her leave. The first soulful kiss woman pouts as she leaves. She has a boy on her arm. I sigh.
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