Chapter 2

Domineer Land Sunny Side Up Homeowner Assoc.

A thought from Kat I ask for those who have already started reading this ongoing continuing story, to be aware that beginning in this chapter descriptions of evil explicit acts by the haves by the have nots are necessary to build a rival private kink community with an incentive to beat the big guys at their own game! Thanks for reading and voting. I’m shy, but wanted to say thanks for the votes and comments.

Let’s start with the premise things aren’t what they first appear such was the case with Mary McGuire’s corset was in fact the onsite Spanking Emporium. Not a ‘cathouse, per se. All the acts on the premises were legal. “There’s Nothing Dirty Going On, Just Spanking goes on here!” That was the marketing slogan. Besides wives adult college graduated women pretty as a picture home back home again were expected to either find a master or be an adult submissive child. One such young lady was Janyce. Crimson, that right dark red bottoms came with bring provided for in the old red brick and white clap board small home in front of the railroad tracks. And, so Janice became subject to paddlings from the most unusual of sources. So, here’s how that played out.

The years went by and a new high school was built. Among the students who attended the brand spank new educational facility were Janyce Criss. Another student enrolled in the school was AG’s son, better known as Bart to most folks as his name was also Bart G. Belk. Bart was not as clever as his father in dealing with people and suffered the consequences of being bullied in school Kids can be mean and picked on the shy, clumsy, un-athletic and surprisingly socially awkward son. Kids can be funny, well not in an amusing way.

Sunny Side Up, even after Bart G. Belk put all the investments and donations into the small town, still had its detractors. One of the most vocal in the chorus of dissent was Janyce Criss. At nineteen years-old she voiced her own opinions often and very loudly. Janyce was quite pretty with shiny long brown hair and a figure that filled out her long gown especially when she rode the flatbed wagon as Sunny side Up’s high school queen.

Janyce would frequently refer to the town of Sunny as a blister on the buttocks of the world. Bart Jr. had turned crimson as she explained it was a vast land mass of two green rounded mounds with a valley in between. From the crop duster’s plane in the air it did look like a massive pair of butt cheeks with a crack carved by a river over thousands of years.

Bart, in hopes of shutting off Janyces bad mouthing the only town he knew, took a bold step forward all on his own and had a pair of the prettiest silk panties available sent to her. To be truthful it could be said he had a keen desire to see her bum in those panties, but the chances of that were slim if not non-existent. No one blamed him for trying, she had a damn fine looking butt.

Upon receiving the panties, Janyce was less than impressed, in fact she got a little angry. In front of several of her friends from school she made a great deal out of throwing them in the shrubbery surrounding the nearby park.

As a mother she was far from impressed when one of her daughter’s actions came back to her via the town gossip. She hoped her husband would still hold his job, along with her credit at the bank would not be affected. She took to scolding her daughter. “Janyce, it was rude. Get those panties out of the shrubs and bring them home. There are a lot of girls who would love to have them.”

“I don’t care, mom,” Janyce said.

“It was mean to throw them in the shrubs. You should have kept them. Your father certainly isn’t going to waste the family’s money on frivolous bloomers for you or even me for that matter. Why do you think Bart gave them to you? Did he say you had to go out on a date with him?”

“No, not asking me out, but giving me the fancy bloomers made it seem like I was obligated to go with him to Whiskey McNeil’s. Just because his family is rich he thinks every girl should be thrilled to date him. I got news for him, I am far from thrilled.”

Her mother was too busy thinking of the benefits if her daughter married Bart and so missed most of the conversation. She shook her head to come back to the present and asked. “Whiskey McNeil’s, you mean that old barn left after the Piedmont airplane crashed on the CP&L site?”

“That’s the place. Coastal textiles gave us teen kids a chance to fix it up for a club to go to on the weekends.”

“Yes, Janyce, I know the place. Are you aware that Bart Jr. gave up his trip to Paris to furnish the barn with booths, cooking equipment and a bar for everyone to socialize with one another. His father went along with his idea, but what you don’t know according to your dad he is hard on Jr. The boy you and the other teens have so callously picked on relentlessly for years gave away his European vacation to see the Eiffel tower with Julie, his former nanny and his mom. That’s not all. The donation for ‘Whiskey McNeil’s’ was given in the family name without any mention of how Bart had sacrificed and given up his trip to Europe.

“I had no idea, mom, he did that for us?” Janyce wondered why anyone would ever give up a trip to Paris.

“He sure did and you made a fuss throwing the French handmade bloomers he gave you as a present in the shrubs. Janyce, I’ve been remiss in telling you how without Bart’s father generosity your father’s country store and the A&P Warehouse in Raleigh would not have been possible. Not to mention the way he made it possible for miners to afford goods and services on time that they couldn’t dream of having two decades ago. AG owns part of your father’s general store, and you should keep that in mind when you are speaking with his son.”

“Mom, I’ve met everyone who worked with Dad in the store. I never remember Mr. Belk being there or even Dad and him talking at the town square dance.”

“Mr. Belk is a silent partner. We live in this nice brick home away from the noise of the nearby railroad crossing because Bart’s father gave your father an advantage in all his business enterprises. I pity you when your father finds out what you did to his very important, crucial business partner’s son. He might take a layer of skin off your arse this time!”

“Mom, don’t be silly. I haven’t been spanked since I became a teenager. I turned nineteen last month, I’m sure daddy would find another way to punish me beside my behind.” Jan ice in her fingers as she stirred the cherry Kool-Aid in the glass before the sound of ice plopped into the reddish liquid. She suddenly shivered as she picked up the glass off the kitchen table and imagined her behind the same color or perhaps a worse hue.

“Dream on missy,” Janyce’s mom said.

“Got to go mother, there’s something important I need to see to doing.”

“I would stay here child. Maybe he want bare your behind for your whipping. Besides, you’re in enough trouble already!”

“Mom, do we have to tell dad?”

“I don’t see where I have a choice, it’s all over town. I don’t want to get a whooping myself.”

“Oh mom, stop kidding around.”

Janyce’s mom’s face shaded crimson, but remained silent as she got up from the sofa and walked away.

Janyce Criss left to find the newly minted man also now nineteen years-old while she thought over her situation, but did not realize she was about to open Pandora’s Box. Janyce knew Bart would be at school practicing for his upcoming duet in the musical, My Fair Lady. Janyce had to find him right after finding the panties in the shrubbery, profusely apologize and make things right no matter what it took to soothe his frayed hurt feelings.

Bart Jr. proved to be a nice person, despite what Janyce had done. “I’ve grown use to the bullying and teasing despite all that I like your smile.”

As Janyce stood mesmerized her legs slightly spread a sudden shudder went through her vagina and dew coated her panty crotch. It was all a result of the masculine baritone voice which shook her to her core. It was her spurned classmate, Bart. Gone in the wind were her past teasing antics. They were replaced with a capricious desire to make amends in a physical way. Janyce just hope Bart wouldn’t blow her out of the water.

“How can I make all this up to you Bart? There must be something I can do to make things better?”

Bart smiled, “Well there might be a way, but you would likely think I just wanted revenge for all the years of picking on me, and I would not want anyone to think I am a vengeful person.”