From the Top Shelf - The Paddling Booth - Chrissy

We are back at the paddling booth today. As you may recall, a paddling booth was set up at the county fair to raise money for charity. Four pairs of fraternity and sorority members were going to paddle and be paddled, as is the custom in those organizations. Last week, Barry was the unfortunate victim, and today it's Chrissy's turn.

Two young middle aged looking couples strode up as Gary and Chrissy carried on an animated conversation. Chrissy found herself warming up to the handsome senior. Gary noticed them.

"Hi, folks, welcome to the paddling booth. Care to make a donation?" Gary smiled and patted his palm with the paddle.

The couples regarded Chrissy in her skimpy outfit with looks of interest.

"Whoa, Carla," said one of the women, "look at her outfit. A bit short, don't you think?" This last question was obviously directed to Chrissy

"Oh, this?" asked Chrissy, "it's my cheerleader outfit--for the college...you know...rah, rah, rah?" And she gave a little wiggle.

With a broad smile one of the men laughed, "Perhaps she should be taught a little modesty." He pulled out his wallet. "I always thought those cute cheerleaders in school deserved a good spanking. What you say we all pony up. I'm in for $20."

"Ok, Jim. You got it. Carla and I will go $25," said the other man.

"Wow, 45 bucks," said Gary. "That's great, folks."

Chrissy was busy doing the math in her head. Yikes! That was 10 swats.

"Now this is real, right?" asked the woman named Carla. "Not little love taps or anything?"

"Absolutely," assured Gary. "Just like initiation night. Nothing held back. Well laid on, as they say." He swooshed his paddle through the air for emphasis. Chrissy cringed. Yikes!

"Well, ok," said the other woman, "sounds like fun--oh except for you, honey." All four of them laughed.

"C'mon, Ray, give him the money. I want to see this."

The men were clearly enjoying ogling Chrissy in the brief cheerleader outfit and the women wore hard looking smiles.

"Ok, folks, step right this way." Gary gestured for Chrissy to lead the troop into the tent.

"I always thought cheerleaders were snooty and too big for their britches," said Carla to her friend. "I know what you mean," said her companion. "Looks like this one's britches are going to be warmed up."

When they had assembled in the interior of the tent, Gary motioned for Chrissy to approach. "Ok, Chrissy, time for your paddling. Bend over hands on your knees. Stick that cute butt right out."

Chrissy nervously bent over. This was it! she thought. How embarrassing to be bent over for a paddling in front of four strangers. As she bent over her little skirt rode up, but not quite enough. Gary took the blade of the paddle and flipped it up onto her back.

One of the men jabbed his buddy in the ribs as Chrissy's adorable ass was unveiled. The brief green panties stretched and rode up into her bottom crease in her bent over posture, baring the lower parts of her cheeks. Chrissy had athletic legs and a well formed derriere. The presentation of the chubby bottom cheeks seemed to beg for some well placed swats.

At least this was what Gary was thinking as he tapped the resilient chubs with the paddle. What a cute ass, he thought. Chrissy gave a little flinch when she felt Gary rubbing the wood in slow circles on her ass.

"It's 10 licks, Chrissy. Are you ready?"

"Y-yes," stammered the luckless pledge.

Gary drew back and swung in an easy arc. The paddle connected solidly with Chrissy's bottom and made a loud crack! The cheeks of Chrissy's bottom flattened with the impact, then sprang back into shape.

"Oooh," gasped Chrissy. That had hurt.

Crack! Another solid swat made her cheeks wobble.

Chrissy waited nervously. There was a pause as Gary patted and rubbed the paddle across the seat of her thin panties. Smack! Crack! Whack! Gary gave her three swats right in a row that made her rise up on her toes and do a little dance.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" she cried. God! that had stung like blazes.

"Stay down, stay down," cautioned Gary. And he gently pressed her back with the paddle. "We wouldn't want extras for getting up now, would we?" He gave the enthralled quartet a broad wink. They grinned and nudged each other in the ribs.

"Oh oh, but it stung." Chrissy protested.

"You got to grin and bear it, honey," laughed one of the women.

"But it really hurts..."

"I know Chrissy, but hold on. Here comes three more..."

Gary drew back and landed another trio of fast hard shots right across the crowns of Chrissy's delectable buttocks making the plump cheeks quiver.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!" shrieked Chrissy as the swats burned her bouncing bottom. She started to rise but Gary put his hand on her back and whispered, "Just two more. Be a brave girl, ok?"

Chrissy sniffled and nodded. Wow! It hurt!

Gary took his stance again and carefully measured the distance. Crack! She felt like her bottom was on fire. Oh, ow, ow, she thought.

"I think she felt that," said Carla to her friend who nodded in agreement.

Last one thought Chrissy. Thank God. Whack! "Ouch!" bleated Chrissy. That last one really got to her. It almost felt like she would cry.

"Ok, Chrissy, you can get up now."

She rose and rubbed her butt, grateful that it was over. She didn't care who was watching as she did a little dance, hopping from foot to foot.

The foursome chuckled and commented on Gary's prowess with the paddle and Chrissy's cute reactions.

"Sure lit a fire in her tail," ventured Jim. "That's one cheerleader who'll be eating off the mantle at the sorority house tonight," laughed Jim's wife. "Say, your panties could use some dusting off, dear," said Jim with a grin.

"Oh! Don't you dare!"

But she squealed, half laughing as Jim gave her a hearty wallop on the seat of her thin stirrup pants. Kidding and joking, the group said goodbye and moved on.

"Are you Ok?" asked Gary.

"Wow!" said Chrissy, still rubbing her delectable hiney. "That really stung! But, yeah, I'm ok."

"Good girl," said Gary. "We did good. That was a lot of money. You are not only cute, you're brave." And he gave her a big smile.

Chrissy's stomach gave a little flip flop. The handsome senior liked her. Gary's undisguised interest coupled with the heat in her fanny added to his command of her during the paddling made her feel all squishy inside--like he could do anything he wanted with her. With a slowly building wetness in her lower regions she followed him back out front.

Did you notice all the different words Rollin used to describe Chrissy's backside? What a creative writer!