Spanking a Slut

by Matt Triewly

"You're a good kisser, but there's a strange taste in your mouth. What have you been eating?" she says just prior to flicking her tongue round her lips.

"That'll be the pickled onions I had earlier," I slur, and congratulate myself for quick thinking in spite of the ten or so pints I had consumed during the course of the evening.

In actual fact I had just puked up a beef burger and a quantity of aforesaid lager behind the back of the garage in Brading Road - I'd told her to wait round the front for me whilst I 'ostensibly' went for a piss - which was right next door to La Babalu nightclub where I had been boozing half the evening and hoping to meet the woman of my dreams.

As the evening had rolled on I had concluded that perhaps tonight wasn't going to be my lucky night. So, after Jeremy, my mate, had abandoned me after pulling a scrubber from Binstead I had plumped for a fat, ugly-ish slut called Sue from a nearby council estate.

" 'Ere, didn't you used to go out with that Claudia?" she suddenly says with a kind of accusatory tone.

"Uh, yes... but we split up when she moved over to Lymington with her parents. All water under the bridge now."

It's not quite strictly true. Claudia has indeed moved over to Lymington but I am still seeing her now and again. However, I'm not going to tell Sue that since the only thing a woman hates more than a man that lies... is one that tells the truth.

"So, you're single then?"

"Oh, yes," and adds, "Shall we go for a stroll along the seafront, it's a lovely evening,"

She slips her arm underneath mine and says promisingly, "Yes, let's."

*

I'm snogging her, whilst squeezing one of her nipples under her jumper, in the shelter on the northern side of the Canoe Lake when out of the blue I surprise myself by asking her if she likes being spanked on the bare bum.

Fuck! Why did I do that? She'll think I'm a pervert, go and tell everybody and then I'll have to leave the Island!

"Yeah, I do actually."

Relief floods through me. I live fucking dangerously at times.

"Do you like it hard?"

"Yes."

"Okay then, I'll just check there's nobody around and then you can lift up your skirt, drop your knickers and bend over."

I leave her momentarily, whilst she sits on the wooden slatted bench, wander over to the opening of the shelter before scanning first left then right. Nobody, but it is late and quite chilly.

"Coast is clear."

She pulls her knickers down then lifts up her skirt. She's quite porky around the waist and her arse is fat and flabby too; she'd be no good as a regular girlfriend, as after all, I have 'standards' to maintain.

As I bring my right hand back as far as I can I notice that she is also in possession of quite a hairy fanny too - yuk! I smack her hard several times observing her skin ripple with each blow in the dim yellow-orange light of the sodium lamp a good few feet away. After about four or five smacks she straightens up and turns to face me, saying, "Do you want to do something else now?"

"Okay, then."

I move closer, unbuckle my belt, lower my underpants and penetrate her. I feel quite cold as the alcohol is wearing off and I really don't fancy her; her face is chubby and her features are pig-like with her hair cut short and unflattering, but nevertheless I come though not strongly.

I hear a noise.

An elderly couple, walking their dog (at this time of the night?), suddenly poke their grey heads round and into the shelter. I don't fucking believe it!

As quickly, they pull their heads out and swiftly move on.

"Come on, I think we should go," I say to Sue.

We pull everything up, vacate the shelter and walk back along North Walk to the Eastern end of the Canoe Lake.

"You going to accompany me back home then?" she asks me.

"Where did you say you lived, Sue?"

"Little Preston Close."

Fuck that!

"No, that's way too far. It's getting cold now. And you'll be okay as all the dodgy perverts will be in bed now."

"Thanks," she says sarcastically and missing the irony adds, "I see chivalry isn't dead yet!"

I don't respond as I've got what I want. No point in getting into an unnecessary argument.

"See ya," I say and head off along the Esplanade.

As I look up I see, about three hundred yards in front of me, the old couple, walking their dog back home.

My 'dog', conversely, is walking itself back home...

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