WolfieToons by Dave Wolfe

WolfieToons by Dave Wolfe

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Betsy's Bottom!

The first thing I noticed about Betsy was her shapely bottom in motion.  OK, actually, the very first thing I noticed was her long blonde hair streaming behind her as she rushed past me, attending to her job in the department store where we were both working in that 70's summer between college semesters.  But my natural inclinations took me almost immediately to her behind as she strolled past, in tight, form-fitting baby blue knit slacks, with a feminine hip wiggle I thought could only be done on purpose.  As I found out later, she was innocently unaware of her delightfully graceful and very definite left-right-left-right shift.  She dropped her keys when I told her, and didn't really believe me until she saw our reflections approaching a store window. "Holy cow!" she laughed. "I really do wiggle!"

Betsy was innocent in a lot of ways, actually, and a bit shy, but remarkably intelligent, perceptive, artistic, and very funny.  You wouldn't expect, from that delicately beautiful face in a quiet moment, an eruption of pig noises, but it could happen.  And did.

Betsy and I discovered we had several things in common, became good friends, and within the year, sweethearts.  She was quite passionate, but also quite proper.  One did not take excessive liberties with her and remain in good graces, which I learned quickly when daring a slight butt fondle while massaging her back.  However, her birthday was approaching, and I decided to test the water and prepare her for the birthday spanking I thought she really, really should have.

I had been dropping hints about my interests along the way, and she was catching on.  We had even discussed the phrase that came up in a movie, "I'll tan your fanny!"

"There was a limerick in an old collection by Bennett Cerf," I told her one day at lunch, parked at Sonic.  "It went, 'The lovely young wife of the banker, sweetly slept while their yacht lay at anchor.  She awoke in dismay when she heard the mate say, 'Hi! Hoist up the top sheet and spanker!'"

 "Oh," Betsy replied, "And was it her birthday?"

"Might've been!" I growled, taking a bite of burger.
 Waiting until we were in a crowd of people again, she said loud enough to turn a couple of heads, "Yeah, well, if you try to tan MINE, I'll tan YOURS!"

 Okie Doke, we're all set!

Came at last the eagerly anticipated evening.  I took Betsy to dinner at a steakhouse, puzzling for the first time over how to eat an artichoke, and then we returned home for cake and presents and oh-I-can't-wait!  I think I played it very cool the whole time, but I've been wrong before.

Betsy's long time pal Jeannie had dropped by to share in the fun.  "Could you please?" I asked Jean, handing her my 35mm camera, loaded with fresh Kodachrome.  "Sure!" Jeanie replied, and I hugged Betsy to my side for a cute couples shot, sitting together on the couch.  "Thank you!" said I, keeping my arm around Betsy's shoulders.  "And now, there's one more shot I want!"  And I pulled Betsy right over my lap.  Jeannie giggled herself silly, but cocked the shutter and tried to aim.

Betsy had changed from her long summer dress after dinner, and was now sporting a brightly striped T-shirt and pocketless, bell-bottomed jeans of light and faded denim.  She made a pretense of trying to escape, and tried to slap my behind.  Well, we'll have none of that!  "Look at the camera, Honey!" I instructed, and Jeannie snapped the pic.  Then I proceeded to snap the seat of Bets' pants.

Her mother came in to see what the commotion was, and stood laughing and enjoying the show!  (What is it about mothers wanting to watch their daughters get spanked? Are they chaperoning or living vicariously? Hmmm.)

I counted off the twenty-twenty-two-and-one-really-good-one-to-grow-on swats, alternating gentle but very firm spanks on each cheek.  I loved being able to "legally" cup and spank her soft, firm buttocks!  Then, setting Betsy back upright with a kiss, I marveled at her expression, her startlingly blue eyes behind those round John Lennon glasses reading embarrassed humor, love for me, and-- dare I interpret it?-- desire!

The photograph, by the way, was out of focus.  Jeannie was laughing too hard, and only took the one shot.  If I had known that, I might have really carried out my tease to spank Jean the next night, which. by an odd coincidence, was her birthday!  "Get the camera ready, Betsy!" I threatened, and Jeannie grinned in a worried sort of way.  But I didn't spank her. I did, however, spank Betsy again when we got back to her house, enjoying the roundness of her white short-shorts seat tremendously, and her sly, over-the-shoulder remonstrating grin at me as I began.

Alas, heartbreak was ahead, and she dumped for another guy!  (Everybody: "Awwwww!")  But I'll always fondly remember those spankings, and the fact that Betsy was also quite disappointed that the photo didn't come out.

Oh, and, speaking of spanking fun, another reminder that the Wolfie Books Sale is still on at Lulu until Valentine's Day!


  1. Ah, memories! Too bad about the photo, but it sounds like you still have the images in living color and detail in your mind. Fun stuff! :-)

  2. ".. the roundness of her white short-shorts seat".

    The fond memories of youth. Tight white shorts have been a fav of mine since 1961. There is nothing that stirs me more. I feel a post coming on.

    Thanks for sharing.

  3. What a beautifully written memoir! Thank you!

    Nice picture, too :).

  4. great story wolfie thanks for sharing it, though can't think why she would dump u!



  5. Thanks, guys and dolls!

    Yeah, Jules, I spent many months wondering why the heck Bets dumped me-- I'm so darn cute! :-D But, I got over it, and besides, maybe I made a convert, and her husband spanks her hiney frequently! If she's reading this, we'll know for sure!!

    Glad you enjoyed the tale, and the tail, Underling and O.B.B.! I'll have to look over and see what you've posted! Tight white shorts have been a lifelong favorite of mine!

    Thanks, Erica! A frequent fantasy is getting into Doc Brown's DeLorean to see how the actual event compares with the memory; the event might be a lot better, with forgotten details!

  6. By the way, that photo came out odd here; it looks a little like Betsy was wearing polka dot or floral panties that showed through her white shorts, and she was never that clueless! (Or deliberately teasing.)

  7. You know, at the beginning of this great story I already had the feeling the romance wouldn't end well. Women make strange decisions...maybe you should have spanked her harder!

    Web-Ed (alias OTKUGO66)

  8. LOL, thank you, Web-Ed! I often thought that, too, during my recovery! But I didn't REALLY want to scare or hurt her, especially because I was unsure myself, in those days, how much of a pervert I really was. Now that I KNOW how much of a pervert I am, well, that's a different story. :-D

    1. Most men should be more daring the way you were. Many young ladies want to try getting a good spanking, so it may very well be what she has wanted all her life. And it is such a waste when women don't et the spanking they want - from a man who wants to give it to her.