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Girl's Night Out (an A & K 3 part Adventure) by Amber (All three parts below) PART 1 Dan and I had a nice quiet dinner and were cleaning up the kitchen when I remembered to tell Dan that Kate, Stephanie (our neighbor) and I were going out on Friday night. Dan was fine with this until he found out where we were going. After hearing the place we had in mind was the “Night Owl”, he had gotten it in his head that this was NOT a good idea, but I was determined to help him see the right side of things. “Why can’t you just loosen up and let me go with Kate and Stephanie?” I asked Dan, as I was finishing up loading up the dishwasher. “Because I don’t like where you said you were going! You know what I think about bars Amber, that alone should be a sufficient answer.” I stood looking at him thinking of a way to convince him it would be fine. “Stephanie will be with us honey, so its not like anyone would mess with us, she is a cop after all! Besides we are just going to shoot some pool and have a few drinks! How much trouble can we get into doing that?” Dan sighed and then answered. “Amber you will NOT be going unless you 3 decided to change the location of this “Girls night out”. Please don’t fight me on this, little girl, as you know I always win!” Now, normally, that comment would not faze me, as I was WAY used to hearing it. But this was not to be one of my “normal” moods, so of course, I reacted. Throwing the hot pad I had been putting away at Dan, I turned and started to leave the kitchen, mumbling under my breath how I WAS going out with the girls, and how unfair and bird brained he was being. I had made it as far as the table when he said: “Stop right there missy!” I turned and stopped, as he rarely called me “missy”. When I turned around, Dan had walked closer to me, and I took another step back at the gleam in his eyes. He reached out and pulled me closer to him, leaning down into my face. “You seem to forget that I have far better hearing than you do, and I heard every word you just mumbled! You have 3 seconds to rephrase that comment!” “Well, its true! You and John can go out and drink the night away, anytime you please, but when we ladies want to go, YOU turn into a stubborn ASS!” Quick as a blink, Dan had pulled out a chair, put his foot on it and tossed me over his leg. He didn’t even take the time to pull my shorts down, as he started to smack away, his hand landing hard and fast! Smack, smack, smack, “I
think this bottom of yours is well overdue for an attitude adjustment
little girl!” Smack, smack, smack “calling ME an ass just because I don’t
want you to do something is NOT acceptable!” He stopped whaling on my butt long enough to hear me say ‘Yessss, I am sorry I called you that name! Pleeease stop spanking me!” Smack, smack, smack, “Long as I have you here, lets get one more thing straight, Smack, smack, smack “as soon as I am done, you will go and call Kate and tell her that the ONLY way you can go is if you choose another place that isn’t a bar!” Smack, smack, smack, Smack, smack, smack, Smack, smack, smack. By this time, I was crying, not even realizing he was done until he lifted me right-side again. I immediately started to rub my tush, trying to get the burning feeling to subside. Once my crying stopped, and I had calmed down, Dan handed me the phone. I glanced at him, sad eyes pleading, but he just did that “quirk the eyebrow” and that is all I needed to see in order to know he was not giving in. I slowly dialed Kate’s number. “Hi Kate” “ Hi Amber, I was just getting ready to call you!” I looked at Dan, who was watching me, and said “Well, I have to tell you that I can’t go out on Friday unless it is to a non-bar environment.” “That works out for me, John was having a fit here, telling me “no way in hell was I going to a bar with 2 other women, even if it was to just play pool!” So I guess that Dan said the same thing to you.” “Yes, that is exactly what he said.” After telling Kate that we would discuss at lunch tomorrow where to go in lieu of the “Night Owl”, I hung up the phone then turned to find Dan once again beside me. “Now that was not so hard was it honey?” Dan said, as he gathered me in his arms. “I know you 3 can find a better place to go, and who knows, we men may just come and join you later in the evening. I lingered in his arms for a minute, thinking that maybe Dan was right, the Night Owl did have the reputation to let any “Tom Dick and Harry” in, so I suppose it would be best to find another place. How was I to know that since it was a holiday weekend, and every place in town would be booked up? What we ended up doing of course resulted in Kate and I getting up-ended, but not before we had some fun. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
PART TWO
The next day I met Stephanie and Kate for lunch. I was surprised to find out that not only had Kate been told that she was not allowed to go to the Night Owl, but Stephanie as well. “I just don’t understand why Charlie is being so impossible,” said Stephanie, “He knows I can take care of us, I mean, I did graduate top of my class at the police academy after all!” Both Kate and I nodded in agreement. “Well” I said, “I think I know why Dan is being so stubborn, he has been on this control kick for about a month now. He makes me feel like I am a child, not a full grown woman!” “Well, whatever their reasons, we had better refrain from going to the “off limits” places” Said Kate. By the time lunch was
over, we had all agreed to do as Kate suggested, though somewhat
reluctantly. In the end, none of us really wanted to face the
disappointment of our men, even if they were wrong, and we felt a little
“cheated” out of our fun, but we determined to make the most of the
evening anyways. On Friday night, I stood putting the finishing touches on my makeup. Dan walked into the bathroom while I was leaning over, and took in the sight of what I was wearing. We had had an argument just a few minutes ago, as he didn’t like the mini skirt I had picked out to wear. (Funny how when I bought it, he complimented me on the choice! MEN!) “I see you decided to choose the right clothes after all” He said, reaching out to feel the cool silk of my blouse, then reached down to pat my jean covered tush. Standing on my tiptoes, I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning in to his ear and whispering, “Of course I ALWAYS make the right decisions! Just because YOU may not agree. Doesn’t mean they aren’t right!” This said, I giggled and turned back around to start brushing my hair. SMACK! “Hey…what gives?” I said, reaching back to rub my offended backside, looking at him in the mirror. “Any more smart aleck comments?” he said, almost with an air of playfulness. “Um no, that was about it I believe!” “Then I will leave you
to your final preparations” Dan said as he left the bathroom. As we pulled up to the pool hall, we couldn’t believe how full the parking lot was! “Its like the whole town is here tonight!” said Kate. “Well, it is a holiday weekend, so all the college kids are on break, you do remember what those days were like don’t you? Said Stephanie. We both shook our heads in agreement, grinning from ear to ear. “I say we go on in and see what the wait is on the pool tables. If it’s too busy we can always try somewhere else.” I said. After parking the car, we went inside. It was wall-to-wall people, and those not playing pool were lingering around watching, some even dancing on the impromptu dance floor. Stephanie ordered a beer for all of us, while we went and put our name on the list for a tri-set of games. After sitting at a table, we watched the other people playing pool and chatted. One of the bartenders brought us a few more beers, and after about 30 minutes of this, Kate and I decided to go touch up our make up, while Stephanie’s pager went off so she detoured to make a call as her pager had just gone off. As we returned to our table, Stephanie walked up and said, “Hey girls, I’m so sorry, but someone at the precinct called in sick and I have to go take the shift! Call me later and I can pick you up from wherever you are.” (Stephanie was our designated driver.) “Okay Steph, sorry you have to leave us!” I said. We hugged Stephanie goodbye and she left, saying one more time how sorry she was to not be able to stay. Kate and I sat talking, until it was finally our turn to play pool. The 2 others we played against were the previous winners. They were 2 guys who looked about 19 years old, and I overheard one of them say “Let’s let the old ladies win the first 2 games, and then blow them away in the 3rd one.” OLD LADIES? I was ready to reach over and clout this cocky young man on the head! But instead, with some quick thinking, I came up with a plan. I told them to rack the balls, and then I pulled Kate to the side and told her what the “boy” had said. I told her we also needed to teach them a lesson on calling us “old.” What these two twerps didn’t realize is that I was a very good pool player as I’d been playing almost as long as they had been in grade school! Kate was an average player as well. I told her to follow my lead, and she emphatically agreed, as she was older than I so that little barb had hit harder for her. Going back to the table I said “Okay “men” how would you like to place a little wager on the games? Say, $20.00 for the first 2 games, and $40.00 for the last one. Kate’s eyebrows shot up as she and I both know how Dan and John feel about gambling, but she didn’t say anything, just followed my lead. After discussing this for a minute, the 2 boys agreed. We really didn’t care about the money as much as we wanted to teach them a good lesson. After playing the first game, which we won, we ordered another drink from the bartender. While the losers (of the game of course) racked up the balls for the next game. We were in the middle of the second game when 2 girls came in. The boys saw them and the one named Steve nudged Phil, the name calling one, saying, “Hey, look who just walked in!” The other one immediately replied with “Oh shit, here we go again!” Then he leaned over the table towards me as I was getting ready to take my turn, and said “Just play along with us, that is our girlfriends walking this way and we were going to a frat party, but we stopped here first!” As I looked up, I saw the girls coming, and nodded okay. I took my shot, which banked off the left, with enough umpf to propel it to hit the ball, sending it in to score. As I stood up, to realign for the next move, I heard “Well, well, well, look who we have here Amy!” said the blonde. “Yes, and here I thought they were going to that frat party! But it looks like they found entertainment right here, with these two bimbos!” said her companion, a stick figure of a brunette. Bimbo’s? I turned to Kate and said “I think we were just insulted Kate! The blonde, who was apparently with Phil, said “No, Amy was not insulting you, the fact that you are playing with OUR boyfriends does make you bimbos, and tramps to boot. There was no insult..just FACTS!” My mouth dropped, and I was in shock, about to reach over and snatch this snooty little thing bald! How dare she accuse us of such behavior! Kate saw my eyes and knew what was about to happen, so she grabbed my arm, and said, “Excuse us, we have to use the ladies room, we will be right back.” She dragged me away, and as we were leaving we heard Amy and her friend going at it with their boyfriends. Once we were in the bathroom, I had a chance to compose myself. Kate kept me calm by saying “Amber, apparently these 2 feel threatened in some way, maybe their guys cheat on them or something.” “True, let’s go out and finish our games, then move on our merry way. I will not allow them to get the best of me!” I said. Kate let out an audible sigh, and said “Go on, I will be right there, I just want to primp a few more minutes.” So I ventured back out to the table. What I didn’t realize is that Kate stayed in the bathroom long enough to call John. She explained what was going on, and said to please come and pick us up as Stephanie had been called into work. Apparently she knew me well enough to reaize that although I had just said I wouldn’t let these 2 girls get to me, she correctly guessed that my good intentions in that area wouldn’t get me very far. John agreed to call and told Kate how relieved he was she called BEFORE the shit hit the fan for once. When Kate had returned to the table it was to see the game reset for the last one. “Kate, apparently when we were in the bathroom, Amy and Sarah decided to try to get the men to go, and knocked the balls left into the holes, so we win by default on their part. That is $40.00 men!” I said. Amy and Sarah were now sitting down at the table we had left earlier, and were glaring in our direction. Phil then said, “We had to appease them by telling them that Steve and I would take them out to a late dinner and dancing if they let us play this last game. We need that $40.00 to pay for everythig,so please let us win this last one.” He looked at me pleadingly, to just get the game over so they could leave. Kate said, “Alright then, since we have won both games, I suppose we could. BUT you have to apologize for calling us old! We are not THAT much older than you!” Phil blushed a little and said, “I didn’t know you heard that. I apologize, and believe me, the way you two play, you are not old at all.” I grinned, tickled that he had to eat crow. For once, a man who knew he was wrong...admitting it! It was that grin of mine that set off Amy. Before I knew what happened, she had gotten up and thrown the glass of beer she had, at me, drenching the back of my new silk blouse! Turning to face her, I said, “What the hell did you do that for?” “I am going to do more than that you bitch!” She yelled as she started to reach for me. I noticed a crowd was staring at us, but didn't care, as I was not the one about to get snatched bald, Amy was! Phil grabbed Amy's arm and said “No you are not going to do anything Amy!! All Amber did was agree to let us win the last game, so we could get out of here faster! I am tired of your assuming shit that is just not so! Go sit down or Steve and I will leave and you will not be going with us!” Amy shrugged off his arm, and looking at him, said "No, I won't go sit down. I will stand here and you can finish this damn game, but I don't trust this bimbo one inch!" There it was..that word again. BIMBO! That was all it took. All my pent up frustrations raced to the top of my head. From the fact that we were not allowed to go to the Night Owl, and then being told what I could and couldn't wear...to being called "Old" "Bimbo" and "Tramp" and then having a little snot throw a beer on my new shirt! I HAD HAD IT! It was at this moment that John arrived, with Dan right behind him. Apparently John called Dan and told him what was going on, and they both raced to get to the pool hall, before all hell broke loose. Guess what! They ALMOST made it too! I did not see them coming, but they saw what happened next, as I reached back my hand and with a good amount of stregnth, laid a good slap across Amy's face! Now, of course, this is all Dan saw, without seeing or hearing what had happened before. Not that it would have mattered all that much, as my slapping her was not nice, but damn if I was going to let her stand there and call me names! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- PART 3 the Conclusion Amy instantly reached up and put her hand over her offended cheek and screamed “You little Bitch! How DARE you slap me!” I As I drew back my hand to hit her again, helping her “turn the other cheek” my arm was grasped from behind me while an arm was brought around my waist and I was lifted just an inch off the ground. “What the hell!” I yelled, wiggling to get loose and turning my head to see just who dared to put their hands on me. I was later told that my eyes became as large as saucers as I looked at the man who now had me in his grasp. “Amber Christine, you are in such deep trouble you will need a 10 ft ladder to climb out of it!” Dan whispered in my ear (I say whisper, but I bet everyone around heard!) and then let me down that inch so my feet were again touching the ground. Instead of feeling fear, for I had never heard the tone he had just used quite so deep, I instead remembered one of the reasons I was upset. I wriggled free and turned to face Dan. Then in the most aggravated voice I could muster, I let him have it. “Why am I in trouble! We would never have come in here in the first place, and NONE of this would have happened if you men would’ve let us go to the Night Owl in the FIRST place! DO you know what we have had to listen to?” Dan interrupted me to say two words “STOP NOW”. I of course, was too keyed up to stop and just kept on going…not the wisest thing to do, but when one is this upset, not much wisdom comes to mind. “I won’t STOP until I am good and ready to, you got that buster!” I then poked my finger in his chest, making sure he knew I was talking TO HIM. I then put my hands on my hips, and kept on going. “We have had the worse Girls Night Out our lives! All because we decided to listen to you men and go anywhere but a bar OR the Night Owl where there would be an age limit of who was allowed inside. And what did we get out of it? Why, we were bale to shoot pool with a couple of teenage boys, who called us “old ladies.” “Then we were “graced” with the presence of their stick figured pin headed girlfriends, who called us Bimbos and tramps because we were shooting friendly games of pool with their boyfriends who had lied and told them they were at a frat party. It is not like we choose who we play with here, the rule is you play the team that one the round before you!” At this point I had to stop to take another deep breath. Dan was now looking me with fire burning in his eyes and he said, “Are you finished now little girl?” Something in my conscience told me to stop but my pride ran ahead to shove that conscience away when I heard him say “little girl”. Though I knew my ass was grass, I had to finish this now, as I knew he would be the one talking later, and not only with his mouth. In the corner of my eye I saw Kate try to get to me, trying to move between Dan and I, but John grabbed her arm and told her to stay out of it. She gave him a look that could have fried and egg, which of course got her a sharp slap to her ass. Looking Dan straight in the eye, I continued on with my speech. Not caring in the least that everyone in this small place was watching and listening to every word. “HELL no I am NOT finished! I want you to know, that even after we were called old ladies, bimbos and tramps, we still did NOT leave and go to the Night Owl, but instead agreed to finish this one last game. And what do I get for it? A ruined shirt because stick figure Barbie over there THREW her beer at me!” At this point, I had
tears running down my face as I was so upset at all that had happened. “I understand one thing, and one thing only. I know and understand you came here only because you were told you couldn’t go to the Night Owl. I am glad you the choice and listened. HOWEVER, I am very shocked and disappointed that you would resort to retaliating from a few insults by some young twit, and then react with physical force, instead of just walking away! I will not have my wife starting brawls anywhere, is that clear?” I nodded at him, and then said “Yes Sir” as his eyebrow lifted. “Now, you can apologize to Amy and we can leave here to finish this discussion at home.” Dan said. “I am NOT apologizing to that bitch! She is the one who started this shit with throwing her beer on me!” Wrong words, as I was immediately bent over the side of the pool table and given 5 fast and sharp swats to my ass! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! I was instantly mortified and embarrassed that he would do this in front of everyone. “Would you care to change your decision or shall I continue?” Dan asked, still holding me down across the table. “I will apologize, please let me up!” I said. “That is the first wise thing you have said since I got here,” Dan said as he stood me up. “Now march over there and apologize!” I looked at Amy, who still had a hand on her cheek, but was also grinning at me. I gritted my teeth, walked over to her and said “I am sorry I hit you, even if you DID deserve it AND more!” Philip grinned at this, somehow admiring my spunk even though it was his girl I had slapped. This action alone made me feel like I had at least accomplished a little thing, giving this twerp what she was due. Dan walked up behind me and taking my hand, said “Lets go. You are done shooting pool for a long time.” As we were walking out, Kate and I together with Dan and John following, Phil ran up to me and said, “Here, take this, you women won it anyways.” And he handed me the $40.00. I looked up at Dan and grimaced, and heard Kate gasp as she also realized that the men now knew we had been gambling on the games. Dan took the money Phil offered and told him “She won’t be needing that money, I would suggest you take it and buy a good paddle to use on your girlfriends ass. Perhaps then she will refrain from taunting other people especially with unladylike words!” And with that we were led to our cars. Kate and I hugged and climbed in our cars. After a few minutes of talking, John and Dan got into the car. As we were driving away, I turned to Dan and started to talk. “Dan” I started to say. “No, I don’t want to hear one word. What I do want is for you, when we get home, to march your little but into the house and goes into the office where you will get the paddle out of the file cabinet. You will then go up to the bedroom and wait for me on the bed. IS THAT CLEAR?” “But Dan..” “One more word except “Yes Sir” and I will pull over and stop this car, haul you out and blister your bare butt with my hand, before God and anyone who walks by!” “Yes Sir, I understand” I meekly replied. The rest of the ride home I sat thinking miserably to myself how this night turned out so disastrous. Upon reaching the house, I did as I was told, and after sitting on the bed for about 10 minutes Dan came into the bedroom. He sat on the bed next to me, and after he stood me up to stand between his legs, he started to lecture. “I have never been so embarrassed as I was tonight. Although you would have been in trouble for slapping that girl, that would have been the end of it. But NO, you had to stand there all indignant and YELL at me, say cuss words that you know are never tolerated, and then poke me in the chest!” While saying this he methodically unsnapped and slid my jeans down to my knees, leaving my panties up. Then he continued. “I even gave you the chance to stop talking, and you STILL proceeded to mouth off. Everyone in that place heard what you said. Those 5 smacks to your ass are nothing compared to what you have coming.” And with that, he turned me over his knee, not both knees, just one, as it always lifts me higher for better aim, he always said. As I looked at the carpet, he started to whap away. WHAP WHAP WHAP! Yeouch I yelled, as those were far from warm ups! WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAPWHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAPWHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP I had started crying and struggling and wriggling to get away from that paddle. By the time he had gotten in 19 whaps, I was begging for him to stop. I was shocked when he did. “By the way, that is all you would have gotten for slapping Amy. HOWEVER, since you didn’t stop there, I won’t stop here.” That being said, he lowered my panties and after running a hand over the hot pink globes, he lifted the paddle and let it go once again.
During all this whapping, I barely heard him lecture as he set about to light a fire in my backside. I was too busy crying and begging him to stop, promising never to hit anyone again, pleading for it to end. WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP
WHAP WHAPWHAP WHAP WHAP WHAP “Yes Sir, I really am sorry!” I said through my tears. Gathering me to him, he hugged me and held me against his shoulder, letting me cry it out. After I had calmed down,
we prepared to get in bed. Once the lights were out, we lay in bed, me on
my side of course, when he put his arm around me and pulled me close,
holding me in that special spoon position until I went to sleep. Never
before had I felt so warm and loved, even if I did have a seared butt to
go with the love.
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