Chapter 5

Sunny side Up was paying attention to the fact that the theatric skits plays and spanking emporium were not making the dent in facilities needed to first compete in the Crimson Games and even more pressing host those games. The answer to their adversities came from the application to become a heritage landmark. If that were to be accomplished the villages’ tax bite would be considerably lower. That would bring a giant glow to the oldest private kink community and allow it to be restored to its former glory.

It is said politics & panties make for strange bedfellows. Such was the case when Missy broke the norm. it was always assumed that no reporter would put her butt on the line, literally red welt lines across her pretty bare ass from a man’s favorite fine leather belt...

The first week at Sunny Side Up Missy found herself with her panties down and her butt, sunny side up! She wasn’t emotional, she took it. It had all started with a ‘deep throat’ all her own. It was all courtesy of an insider source that gave her the scoop. Missy wanted the poop and was willing to do whatever was necessary had turn heads in Washington and back in Florida.

Missy was basking in her new found fame and was intrigued about the possible romantic possibilities of her quid pro quo relationship not realizing she was being played like a fiddle by the congressman and his wife. The intrepid reporter did not know the powerful congressman had spoken to Missy not from Capitol Hill, but instead from the rainy iron railed fire escape right outside the naughty reporter’s apartment window. She proffered her bottom and it was an offer the congressman could not refuse! Missy raised her short light blue dress up and exposed her white panty-clad bottom which shined in the light of the dingy apartment.

Ed was mesmerized at the way her taunt panties clung to the muscles of her lower fleshy bottom cheeks and he could make out her butt crack perfectly delineated between her fine behind cheeks.

Missy looked back over her shoulder and tried one last time to distract him from her fate.

“Ed, I really am so sorry I lied to you. Can’t we find something better to do together?” Missy whined seductively.

“Another day another time Missy, though you do have a lovely bottom, but you lied to me and that requires punishing you!” Ed said.

Missy detected a tone of anger in his voice tone that made her bottom tremble in dread as she imagined how Congressman Knight would punish her.

He saluted her ass as he raised his hand high above Missy’s proffered white print pantied bottom. However, in a move that even surprised him he lowered his hand and rubbed the bottom seat of the thin cotton bikini panties and Missy moaned in want in need of bone.

Seizing the moment to manipulate the powerful congressman, Missy hooked her fingers and thumbs into the sides of her conservative cotton bikini panties.

Congressman Knight reached out and cupped the baby fat muscles of her butt caressed, rolled, massaged and pinched his fingers deeply into the flesh still warm from her panties that had now fallen.

Missy’s moans were those of arousal and in a naughty move she wiggled her ass smiling to herself believing that her proclaimed punishment coming was about to be dead like a failed bill.

Ed’s visit had so far tonight with Missy been quite eventful. She had been told lying to him would not be tolerated, she had been manhandled and pushed up against her squalor apartment wall and the novice reporter had no doubt she was about to be sullied by the powerful Congressman Ed Knight. True, she had taken her own panties down off her shapely bottom thinking she would use her sexual whim to remain in the driver’s seat, but to her chagrin the calculating, congressional leader was about to make it perfectly clear it was she who was at his mercy.

Ed Knight watched the rear view of the pretty reporterette’s panties they fell down off the mouth-watering curves of alluring bottom in response for her having more skin in the game and he had taken pictures for insurance. Missy had allowed this and expressed that if those pictures were published, she would not be very happy. The pretty cockeyed naïve reporter was about to experience a teachable moment in sex and power taught by one of the masters of the game. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Folks, in the south understand we believe that if a girl gets to big for her britches, we have a cure for that. a time honored solution and it works pretty well even on spirited pretty filly’s like Missy. Such a disciplinary measure would leave some real heat in her seat.

Some may say that Missy had just told me a little white lie, so why was it necessary to turn her cute butt a brighter red than a Florida sunset. Well, I am a southern gentleman and I go out of way to show chivalry to the opposite sex. However, while it was a shame to have to take the young reporter over my knee, it was necessary for her to understand that just like a little girl growing up, a lie can not stand. That’s why after I finished Missy’s bottom was a real mess and resembled two fiery red balls.

Do you think Missy will ever lie to me again? I think not. And, that’s critical to the plan that she keeps any harebrained idea of taking the upper hand out of her mind. Like I was always said a sore behind is good insurance to the lady in line. The spanking of the young lady was not pointless, far from it. I knew from our past conversations she had been physically held accountable as a girl growing up. I simply reinforced those feelings and established that same accountability when she chose to lie to me. I could not allow that, she had to be tamed to remain a useful transmitter of ideas to the public.

“Missy I told you to always be honest with me and never, ever lie to me, young lady.” “Ed, it was a white lie. Honest, I would never lie about anything important to you.” “Well, you see my sweet, Missy your white lie is going to cost you your white bottom!” “Huh, what do you mean, Ed?” “I warned you Missy there would be consequences if you dared to lie to me! “I’m sorry sir.”

I liked that she added sir to he sorry, it showed I was getting into her head.

“You were a bad girl, you should have told me to get a firm. Hard spanking little lady!”

Suddenly, before the reporterette knew what hit her she was yanked over my lap and she knew I meant business. “Oh bugger, Missy said as she squirmed and tried to buck off my lap, but I captured her arm and placed it in her mid back and proceeded with my agenda. “I promised to change the hue of your white bottom for your white lie, so hold on to my pants legs, Missy if you need too.”

“You’re too kind sir.” Missy sarcastically stated.

I pulled her purple bikini panties farther down into a tangle around her soft ankles.

My steady hand at the ready I began to spank her bottom with cupped fingers, hard just above a stinging sensation. Spank Missy felt them alright as her white butt soon took on a pink hue and them the bucking started a couple of twin spanks to her most tender upper thighs reformed her behavior and she settled down and took her spanking. I settled into a rhythm designed to make her bottom burn, but leave no bruises. However, in her mind she knew this was going be bad for her behind as the spanking consumed her every thought.

“And, stay the hell out of my wife’s closet and your ass out of her dresses.” “I will, I will, just stop. You don’t realize how much this hurts a woman.” “You mean a girl masquerading as a woman.”