LINDY

 

 

(  At the time , Lindy looked a lot like Barbara Feldon of GET SMART fame . )

 

Some 20 years ago , I met Lindy , she was the friend of a friend . Lindy was South African , in her late 20s with long black hair and slightly on the thin side , an Ectomorph , to be precise . She was a high school teacher . My friend , Alistair was on the quiet side , but they seemed to get along reasonably well .

The three of us teamed up at the University Ball , this was the first occasion I had met Lindy . I found out that she had been married to a land holder in South Africa for 7 years and had moved to Australia to seek a change from the political and domestic turmoil at home .

The ball was held at the Roundhouse , which featured a circular first floor overlooking the main floor .

We went up to the first floor ( standing at about where the right edge of the photo is ) with drinks in hand to view the proceedings , which were quite a spectacle . Lindy leaned over the wall to the point of her back being almost horizontal , the light gray satin of her dress sliding up over her bottom ( which was showing a clear outline of her buttocks ) . This was all to much for a man with spanking tendencies . My cupped right hand made contact with her left cheek , there was no reaction , so I did it again , harder and she turned her head as I warned her about leaning too far over . Later on I was fortunate to deliver a pat to her other cheek , without response . I was not precisely sure of Alistair's relationship with Lindy , so I ceased further attempts at spanking prospecting that night .

Several weeks passed and I had a telephone call from Alistair , who was in a panic , he had been stuck in the outback after a breakdown and would not be able to take Lindy to the Opera .

She was waiting at at her friend's place with the tickets , he did not know the phone number or the street number but gave me a reasonable description . I managed to get there , in black tie , within 30 minutes but still a bit damp from the shower . Another rush and we made it to the Sydney Opera House by 7:55 ( at 8 PM , the doors are shut until the interval ) .

Now opera is not really my cup of tea , so I did my usual thing of judging the females in the audience and awarding prizes for the best looking , the most spankable and some minor categories . My pick that Lindy was the most spankable was confirmed at the interval . She probably would have won , even if availability was not a factor . Other than the opera was in German and sort of about Batman , I was at sea . I grabbed one of the ushers , slipped her a fiver and had a 2 minute executive summary . This was enough to impress Lindy on the way home .

I accepted her offer of coffee and French cakes ( which she had bought for Alistair ) . As subtly as possible I probed about the relationship with Alistair , which was not as close as I had thought . I then went back on the prospecting trail by first telling her a little more about myself and then changing the conversation to her story .

Lindy's marriage had not been happy , he had been cold and remote for most of it and was unable to have children . He had always been devout , but became more so after his condition had been diagnosed .  He read the bible in bed for hours . During the last years , he had started to beat her with a belt as she lay on the bed . Sometimes she would have marks from her ankles up to her neck , at times so bad that she had to stay at home or wear neck to foot clothing which did not suit the climate . She said she could take the pain of the beltings but not his coldness . He would not stop punishing her for trivial matters , nor could anyone talk to him . Eventually she packed up and came to Australia . She had met Alistair when she had a casual job with his firm . I was generally amazed that she had stuck with the marriage for so long . Lindy continued , saying that she was used to being punished by her parents at home until she left for university . She volunteered that she was spanked on her bare bottom until she turned 10 and then had been caned . There were even semi serious reminders about what could happen if she did not do well when away .

She had met her husband after graduating and was attracted to his rather stern character , which was reminisant of her Father . The freedom of student life was not overly appealing to her . I left it there , I did feel sorry for her . As I drove home , her story ran through my mind . I could see a real chance to spank her , perhaps on a permanent basis , but I could neither take advantage of her or risk hurting Alistair's feelings . I just had to let events take their course .

Some weeks later , I ran into Lindy at a party . She had been there for a while before I arrived and was getting very friendly with a man who I knew to be a bit of a player , in fact he was a rat and had a string of hurt women to prove it . I looked around and found an ex girlfriend in the kitchen , we were still on good terms . I explained the situation , she looked across and said " nice bum " ( she knew me very well , too well ) , anyway she agreed to save Lindy and distract him until we were gone .

The conversation in the back of the cab home was a bit terse at first , she thought that she could look after herself . She came around to my way of thinking after I told her some of what I had heard from people whom I trusted . It transpired that  Alistair was away again and Lindy was growing tired of his absences . I said we needed to have a talk and did not wait to be invited in .

Once inside , I became very ultraistic saying that she should really tell Alistair that she was missing him etc , he was a sensitive person and I did not want to see him hurt . In a Freudian slip , I told her that I had caught Sally ( who was now stuck with the rat ) out when she had told me that she had to work back . Back at her house , she had tried to talk her way out of it , not knowing that I had rung her at work and no one had answered the phone . I added that Sally had had her bottom smacked that night .

Lindy looked at me with something between a grin and a smile . " Fair Dinkem " she said , using a well known local expression , I nodded and added that she could very easily hurt Alistair if she kept going on the way she was . She paused and asked if I thought that she was a terrible person for wanting a social life after what had happened previously in her life . I said no , but that there were consequences for others . Lindy could see my point and judging from the tone of her voice , started to feel a little guilty . She said " here I go again , like at uni , getting a little off the rails and no one to pull me up , I think Sally was lucky to have you " . Her voice went slightly higher as she said " I think I need what happened to Sally , I need a good spanking , yes , Roger will you spank me ? "

Well , this was a little like Christmas for me and , for the noblest of reasons ( saving Alistair's feelings ) , I agreed . I took her by the arm and placed her into position on my lap , starting what I thought was a reasonably vigorous spanking . We were somewhere into the third minute when Lindy said that it was not good enough and had me stop while she went to the bedroom and returned with a table tennis bat , she said to use the blue side as she slid her jeans down . As I restarted the spanking , she said that it was better , more like what she was used to and that she needed to feel it for a long time afterwards . Happily , I obliged , only putting her back onto her feet after several more minutes of spanking . She had a brief look and rub and then leaned forward to kiss my forehead saying " thank you , Roger " , before replacing her jeans .

I was so impressed by the way she had taken the spanking ( one of the longest and hardest that I had given to that time ) , it certainly exceeded my wildest expectations . I could hardly wait until the next time , I was so sure that there would be one and I was confident that she had the same feeling .

 

 

 

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