Collected by Djian
The Yelling Place
Rod McInnis December 4, 1995
"I know what you need!" Larry said, after getting snapped
with the towel as he was trying to shave. "You are just
aching for a good spanking, aren't you?"
"Ohooo, maybe" Ellen said as she hung her towel back on
the rack. "So what's ya gonna do about it?"
Larry set his razor down on the counter, grabbed his wife
in an embrace and started kissing her deeply. As he did, he
turned them around so that she was toward the counter, and
then abruptly ended the kiss, spun her around and bent her
over the counter. A flurry of hand spanks followed, falling
on her naked buttocks, still damp from the shower.
"Ow!, AH! OUCH!! IEEEIII!" Ellen shouted out,
increasing in volume with each swat.
"SHHH! The neighbors will hear you!"
"But I can't help it!" Ellen protested.
"Then we will have to continue this later" Larry said,
much to Ellen's disappointment. She liked a good hard
spanking, and preferred to be very vocal about it. But the
thin walls of their apartment didn't provide enough privacy.
"Don't move!" Larry commanded, as he moved from the
bathroom into their bedroom. Ellen remained in position,
her butt thrust high in the air, savoring the delicious
tingle that the spanking had left in her bottom. It was not
a surprise when Larry started to spread her butt cheeks when
he returned a minute later. Part of her punishment would be
to wear a butt plug for a short while. The only mystery at
this point was which one.
Ellen tried to relax as much as possible. The smallest
butt plug would slide in without any trouble at all. The
medium one would hurt going in, but then just be
uncomfortable. The large one would hurt if she was relaxed,
and be excruciating if she was tense. She felt the cold
touch as the lubricated tip of the plug pushed against her
anus, and then winced in pain as it was shoved in.
The medium one. This won't be too bad, she thought. It
was a little after 6 A.M. now. From prior experience, she
knew that the neighbors all left for the day by 8:00 A.M.,
and that was when Larry would complete the punishment. Two
hours with the medium sized butt plug wouldn't be bad.
"OK, now get up and get dressed" Larry commanded. "Or we
will both be late for work".
"But, but, what about, aren't you going....." Ellen
stammered in confusion. In the past, Ellen had always
remained in the nude, waiting for the neighbors to leave.
Both of their jobs allowed for flexible working hours, so
arriving a couple hours late wasn't a problem.
"I have a meeting this morning" Larry answered. "Meet me
with your bicycle for lunch, and we will take care of it
then."
Ellen was confused and apprehensive, but also just a
little bit excited. This was something new. She had never
been made to wear the butt plug in public before, but had
often (secretly) thought about the possibility. She wasn't
sure how the bicycles figured into the plan, and the mystery
enhanced the excitement.
For the first time since she started work for her current
employer, Ellen decided to wear a skirt, figuring that the
outline of the butt plug might be noticeable with the slacks
she normally wore. Cotton panties were a must, as she knew
that there would be need for absorbency. Dark colored
nylons (to hide any bruises that she might incur) and a
blouse completed her outfit.
"Now remember" Larry said as he pulled the car up in front
of Ellen's place of employment. "Meet me at the usual
corner at 12:00, and don't be late!"
Larry and Ellen worked a short distance from each other
near the south end of the San Francisco bay, which made it
convenient for car pooling and lunch time rendezvous. They
enjoyed riding their mountain bikes, and the tidal flats and
shoreline provided a vast area of riding and hiking trails.
Ellen tried to appear as normal as possible as she entered
her building and made her way to her desk. Although shaped
to provide retention, the butt plug would work its way out
as she walked, and she would have to reach around and give
it a little push back into place. Once she made it to her
seat, she avoided getting up as much as possible.
The hours until noon seemed to drag slowly by. Every move
Ellen made would manipulate butt plug in her anus, and her
sphincter was starting to get sore. But that just added to
her excitement, along with her curiosity about what Larry
had in mind for her.
Finally it was time. Ellen grabbed her gym bag and made
her way to the small locker room located in the back of the
ladies restroom. She was relieved to find it empty, and
quickly changed into her bicycle shorts and tee shirt.
Then, walking as quickly as she could to the storage room,
she retrieved her bicycle, wheeled out it out the door and
took off.
She almost cried out when she sat down. The narrow seat
pressed directly onto the butt plug, forcing it further in
and transferring a portion of her body weight directly onto
her anus. As she pedaled, her leg action forced the butt
plug to work back and forth, and she could feel its motion
deep within her.
As she approached the designated meeting spot, Larry was
already there, wearing a backpack. Under normal
circumstances, the backpack would contain their lunch.
Today, however, she suspected that it contained something
else. Her hopes for a chance to rest her anus were dashed
when Larry started riding off toward the shoreline, and she
had to pedal hard to catch up.
"Where are we going" Ellen asked.
"You'll see" Larry answered. "Someplace private".
The first part of their ride was over familiar territory,
into the Shoreline Park and along the paved jogging trail.
Then they turned off onto the dirt creek-side trail, heading
towards the bay. Here the knobby tread of their mountain
bike tires were put to good use, but the soft terrain made
pedaling more difficult. Ellen had ridden the trail in the
opposite direction several times, but had never ventured off
toward the bay.
A short distance away was a small wooden bridge that
allowed them to cross the creek, putting them on a service
road the power company used to maintain the high tension
power lines that crossed the tidal flats. They passed an
occasional jogger at first, but as they went further and
further into the mud flats, the number of other people grew
scarce, and finally non existent.
The service road made many turns, a mixture of natures
aimless wanderings and a utility companies determination to
reach all their towers. They would occasionally come to a
fork in the road, and Larry would lead them off down one of
the choices without so much as a pause.
At last the path they were on came to an end at the base of
an electrical tower. Ellen checked the odometer on her
bike; they had covered six miles from the last public road,
and it had been at least three miles since they had passed
the last jogger. The area was teaming with birds and plant
life, but there wasn't another human in sight. And she
could see for a long ways.
Ellen was glad to stop on two accounts. Pedaling down the
dirt road was tiring, but even more important was that her
poor anus just wasn't going to take much more of this
treatment.
"OK, leave your shoes on, but everything else comes off!"
Larry commanded.
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