Free Spanked by Kathleen R. Boston Page A

owner of my own business━I owned and operated a dance studio in downtown Santa Monica, California━my livelihood depended on clients walking in through that front door.
    Plus it was raining, a rare thing in Southern California, but there it was.
    It was a shitty day through and through.
    So when my girlfriend called and invited me to go with her, I jumped at the chance. And not only did I go out with her, but I ended up downing not one, not two, not three, but four shots of Tequila.
     
    Only thing I remember after my last shot, which I'd quickly downed with a bottle of beer mind you, was a handsome guy━fuck, every guy was handsome by this time━approaching me and asking me to dance.
    And that was it.
    Everything else after that was a blank.
    I woke up the next day dazed, groggy and lightheaded, in a strange bed and in the arms of a total stranger. And he wasn't as good-looking as I'd remembered.
    I quickly disentangled myself from his arms and propped myself up in the bed, taking a sweeping look at the filthy room as I did so.
    Where the hell was I?
    I shivered as a cold breeze hit me and I quickly glanced down.
    GULP!
    For the first time since I’d woken up, I realized that I was totally naked. Not a stitch of clothing on my body anywhere and glancing at him, so was he. His small penis lay limply to the side and on his thigh like a dry sausage.
    My head started pounding as a sinking feeling suddenly engulfed my entire being.
    This guy lying next to me was snoring heavily and was tossed halfway across the bed. I peered at him closely and the drooling, the heavy snoring, the dirty fingernails that were just visible under the top bed sheet all made me want to throw up right there and then.
    Had I just lost my virginity to him ?
    A feeling of dread and shame creeped all over me. It was as if I was covered in slime and I stunk to high heaven.
    I immediately felt a burning urge to take a shower. Like immediately.
    But I knew one thing.
    First of all, I had to get out of there as quietly and as fast as possible. The last thing I needed was for him to wake up and maybe demand to have some more pussy.
    He was a big looking guy and I knew I couldn't fight him off if he suddenly woke up and tried anything.
    As quietly and slowly as I could, inch by inch, I slid out of that bed, then tiptoed to the corner of the room where my clothes lay in a rumpled-up bunch.
    Underneath the clothes were my shoes, thank God. At least I didn't have to grope around searching for them in this nasty room.
    What a pig!
    I had to get out of here. As quietly as I could and still on my tippy toes, I slowly inched toward the bedroom door, feeling like some sort of cat burglar. The cold breeze slapped hard on my naked skin but I crept on, not wanting to stay there a second longer than I had to.
    After what seemed like forever, I finally got to the door without falling over anything. I quickly grabbed the doorknob and pulled it open.
    Wouldn't you know it? The door CREAKED!
    And loudly!
    I froze in my tracks, not daring to look back over my shoulder. Had the creaking door woken Mr. Dirty Fingernails up?
    I didn't know but I readied my stance, ready for take-off in case he came after me. I must have stood there forever or so it seemed. I remained still like a greek statue, totally naked, clothes and shoes in one hand while the other hand held the door partially open.
    When I couldn’t stand the stiff, crouching position anymore I decided to throw a look over my shoulder and see what was going on behind me.
    Relief washed over me when I saw Dirty Fingernails still in the same position.
    I couldn't get out of that house fast enough.
     
    An hour later, I sat on my bed, thankful to be back home but pondering a real dilemma. The way I saw it, I had two options.
    None of which was particularly palatable to me.
    To find out if I had really lost my virginity, I could either go back to the same house I had just run out of as if being chased by a bat out of hell,