The Dog - Spanking a Slut

"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 whilst I went for a piss - 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 – besides, Jeremy, my mate had already abandoned me after pulling a scrubber from Binstead - and 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?"

"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. But I'm not going to tell her that as the only thing a woman hates more than a man that lies… is one that tells the truth. Whatever that might be.

"So, you're single then?"

"Oh, yes."

"Shall we go for a stroll along the seafront? It's a lovely evening," I add.

She slips her arm through 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 the hell did I say that? She'll think I'm a pervert, tell everybody and then I'll have to leave the Island!

"Yeah, I do actually."

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

"What, hard?"

"Yes."

"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 on the wooden slatted bench and then wander over to the opening of the shelter before scanning first left then right. Nobody. But it is late. And quite chilly too.

"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. After all, I have standards to adhere to.

As I bring my right hand back as far as I can I notice that she also possess quite a hairy fanny too - yuk!

I smack her hard several times observing her skin ripple with each blow in the dim yellow light of the sodium lamp a good few feet away.

After about four or five smacks she straightens up and turns to face me, "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 now; the alcohol is wearing off.

I really don't fancy her. Her face is chubby and her features are pig like. Her hair is short and unflattering. Nevertheless I come; though not strongly.

I hear a noise.

What the fuck!

An elderly couple, walking their dog suddenly poke their grey heads round and into the shelter.

What the bloody hell are they doing walking their dog at this time of night?

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 and on, vacate the shelter and start walking 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."

Bugger that.

" ‘fraid not. That's way too far. Getting cold now. You'll be okay as all the dodgy perverts will be in bed now."

"Thanks," she responds sarcastically. "I see chivalry isn't dead yet!"

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

"See ya," I say cheerily before heading off along the Esplanade.

About three hundred yards in front of me I see an old couple – the old couple – walking their dog back home.

My ‘dog’, on the other hand, is walking itself home…