Ankles crossed, back reclining against the trunk of a huge elderly oak, Amos sat nursing his last beer. Eyes scanning out across the water, he was unaware of the small fishing boat trolling along the bank and the small flock of Mallards floating on the greenish-blue glass of the Millpond. Truth was he was psyching himself up for tonight. He knew to do what was planned he'd have to be damn near drunk. What she was asking was going to be really hard for him to do. All these weeks of practice, changing strategy, working up scripted dialogue had seemed exciting and wild. But going through with it was going to take all he had.
He'd been a 'guy' all his life. When you played sports getting naked in front of others on an almost daily basis was just a part of being a guy. High school and college baseball and football gang showers were easy to do. You just limped to the shower and got out of that damned nasty uniform as quickly as you could. Screw anyone looking. A guy played hard, got filthy and no one was keeping him out of the shower. Amos had been a wide receiver in his younger days so sweat was nothing new, but a couple of times he'd been hit so hard he'd pissed himself before his body lay still on the turf. Talk about wanting to get clean. Yeah, being buck ass naked with the guys was simply a part of life. But with girls he'd been different. It simply wasn't the same.
He closed his eyes and willed himself to see the part he was to play tonight. He sighed. He knew with a couple drinks, as hard as it might be, he'd do what Miranda had asked. God, Miranda was a witch. She'd cast a spell on him as she'd led him to do things he'd never imagined he could do. It wasn't so much that he was shy. The fact was he was simply a decent guy. Something about 'women' mystified and intrigued him. He'd always viewed them as delicate and fragile. And truth be known, he almost worshiped at the shrine of femininity. He had the utmost respect for females and Miranda had certainly showed him another side. Where most girls were a bit shy about their sexuality, every word Miranda said and every move she made implied a dare that you keep up with her. Without saying a word it was as if your balls were on the line. She had a look in her eyes, a tilt to her head, and a wiggle in her walk that screamed the question, 'are you man enough for me'? Oh yeah, little darlin, he was definitely man enough. He just preferred they keep the sex play private.
He hated to admit it, but he was in love with her. How could he not be in love with someone who brought out the beast in him? And Miranda had been teaching him things about himself from just about their first date. Amos closed his eyes and followed Miranda, once again, up the winding path that led to tonight.
First Miranda had told him how big and strong he was and how she liked it when he stood up to her and took control. She'd grinned, those brown eyes sparking fire, as she'd told him how a 'man' wouldn't let her get away with things. A man would take her over his lap, pull her panties down and spank her good. That was the first thing he'd done he had never even imagined he could do. It took him awhile to separate 'hitting' from 'spanking'. Oh, and Miranda twisting and kicking over his thighs going wilder and wilder the harder he spanked made it easier and easier to do. The sight of her sex becoming more and more wet with every pop of his hand brought out 'the beast' in him too. It wasn't long before Miranda presented him with a long oak oval headed hairbrush, then a wide leather belt and then wrapped in pretty paper and tied with a bows, a wooden and leather paddle.
The path twisted and he'd run after Miranda not wanting to be left behind. It was a fantasy. She'd met him at the airport a trench coat covering the sheer white lace bra and panties. She'd been naughty while he was away so of course the spanking couldn't wait. He'd had her lift the coat and lay over the front passenger seat in the parking lot. Then he'd had her pull those panties to mid thigh. He'd spanked her long and hard as passers by glimpsed her writhing on the seat, high-heeled pumps kicking and pointed toes pushing at the concrete. He'd been too focused on her undulating bottom and small yelps to be too embarrassed by what was happening.
They'd covered some rough terrain as she'd led him to take control in parks and along the shore of the beach, once she'd even slipped beneath the tablecloth in a nice restaurant slipping him out of his pants and into her mouth before he knew what was happening. As exciting as all of it had been, Amos had been thinking lately that he honestly didn't relish the thought of a police record for public indecency. Miranda had many small fantasies she'd brought to a boil in the cauldron of his mind and he'd followed along without much complaint happy to fulfill her lusts. He couldn't fault Miranda; it was his own doing to be so easily led.
After tonight he'd have to do some serious thinking. He'd follow along this one last time. After all they had been planning it for weeks. Everything was arranged. It was a fairly elaborate fantasy. Amos thanked heaven it would be in the privacy of Miranda's apartment and not on the courthouse square. The alcohol was on the counter in the kitchen, food was prepared and the choreography was fresh in their minds. Amos knew only one thing for sure as he gathered the bottle empties and headed to his car, good or bad, this would be a night he'd remember all of his life.
Miranda's invitations had been hand written in calligraphy and hand delivered to very special people she had been grooming for weeks, just for tonight. She'd carefully brought up the subject of spanking at work in a timid, shy kind of way, little manipulator that she was. She spotted her allies quickly; three women a bit older than she who had somewhat similar desires. Of course their desires were milder, much tamer in comparison, but they'd suit her purpose. She was certain at least two would be curious enough or intrigued enough to see the fantasy through. Then there was the old beau that had wanted to date her so much he'd made a fool of himself for years. She'd never been attracted to him at all, but he'd made a nice companion for dinner and movies when she failed to make a better date. She thought of him as her 'last minute puppy boy' and she'd made it very clear to him that they were NOT dating. He too would do nicely for what she had in mind. And knowing the way he idolized and wanted her she was sure he'd stay to the very end.
It was very simple. Miranda had invited the select few to help make her fantasy come true. She had invited them to be a 'part' of her fantasy and she'd asked they go along with whatever happened, not to let anything concern them. All four had accepted her invitation and everything was ready.
They'd had a lovely dinner and had been playing cards for about an hour as Amos steadily poured drinks to 'relax' their guests and Miranda did her best to lose every hand to become more and more 'moody'. The group seemed to be in good spirits, comfortable with each other. Miranda had asked everyone to let the night happen and not be put off by what might occur and she had explained that her fantasy wouldn't be complete without their participation. They had all agreed. It was time for the fantasy to begin. Amos took a deep breath and winked giving Miranda the sign he thought it was time to begin. He quickly finished his drink and hopped up to make another.
