Spanking Fantasy : Afterlife

Spanking Fantasy : Afterlife
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It was a distinct surprise to Mr. Duchose to find 
himself in the empty white room, still lying in bed, but 
clearly not the bed, nor the room, where he had fallen 

He didn't seem to feel entirely himself in other ways. 
When he'd retired for the night, he felt a distinct 
soreness in the throat which usually indicated the onset 
of a bad cold or flu, accompanied by a feverishness and 
headache. His body had the normal aches of a 68-year old 
man, but more intense tonight, more persistent, and he 
had tossed and turned for some time before falling into 
a dreamless and feverish sleep. 

Now, awake, Mr. Duchose felt refreshed, fever-free, pain 
free, and somehow much younger. He felt as if he were 
twenty-one again. And, glancing at his hands, he was 
startled to find that the liver spots and wrinkles to 
which he had been accustomed in his declining years were 
gone. His body felt much younger and more alive; in 
fact, he noted that, for the first time in more years 
than he wished to think about, he was possessed of a 
waking erection of considerable firmness.

What in the hell was going on?


A door, previously unnoticed, opened opposite his bed, 
and a tall, balding man in a gray uniform entered. "Good 
day, sir, and welcome," he said. "I trust you had an 
easy passage."

"Passage?" said Mr. Duchose. "Passage? What do you mean? 
Where am I?"

"Ah, yes, of course," responded the stranger. "You don't 
realize yet. Oh, dear, I do dislike these explanations 
and . . .well, it can't be helped. Mr. ah, Mr..." He 
fumbled in his pocket for a notepad and studied it . 
"Mr... yes, here were are... 'Duchose. Age 68. Massive 
heart attack. Single. Lived alone. No previous health 
problems. Will probably be unprepared' I see. Yes. Well, 
Mr. Duchose, I am here to inform you that you are now at 
a new stage of your existence. That is, you are what you 
would describe as 'dead.' 

"Actually it is the wrong term, but that is what you 
would probably call it. Your other life ended last 
night, and you have now arrived here. I am your personal 
servant, and this is your room, and for quite some time, 
perhaps for all 'time' you will 'live' here, and I will 
tend to your needs. You ask for whatever you wish, and I 
will arrange to see that you have it. You are here to 
enjoy whatever you want, and I am here to provide it for 

Mr. Duchose had actually never ever been a religious guy, nor had he
ever seriously contemplated just what might be in shop for
him, if anything, after fatality. He had actually lived a relatively
decent life, with a regular share of deceptiveness,
fornication, gluttony, greed, as well as duplicity, particularly
around his sex-related life. He had actually not been, in his viewpoint
an enemy, but he had actually not been especially excellent,

He was certainly a naturally self-indulgent man, living his
life for his very own satisfaction without rate of interest in
marriage or household or the welfare of his fellow male. In
fact, he was regarded by those that recognized him as a.
making every effort businessman, a little bit over-competitive, maybe,.
constantly ready to screw anyone that stood in his way, however.
not irregular in this regard.

Had any of his organisation associates understand, certainly, that.
Mr. Duchose had a secret fascination with paddling, a.
life-long fascination with all the literature as well as art he.
could gather hereof, a vault of videotapes from.
Darkness Lane, Calstar, Redboard as well as others, a library.
full of everything from Victorian birching novels to.
one of the most current issues of “Spank Hard,” “Ma’am,” and also.
” Stand Corrected,” he could have been at risk as a.
company executive.

Had anyone ever learned of his many trips to local 
establishments which allowed him to indulge his passion 
for stripping young women of all types and delivering 
sound spankings to their bared bottoms, he might not 
have been able to remain in the position of power he 
occupied. Yet he never felt that these excursions, or 
his out-of-town liaisons on business trips with ladies 
both professional and amateur, ladies who allowed him to 
spank them, or who, on occasion, put him over their 
knees to redden his backside, and generally followed 
such activities with cunnilingus, fellatio, and sexual 
intercourse, were really sinful, in spite of 
establishment morality. 

He felt that such activities were his own business and 
no one else's, and had he ever thought of an afterlife, 
he would not have expected to be visited by any heavenly 
retribution for his sexual proclivities. Looking about 
him, and now contemplating what seemed to be his 
apportioned due for the life he had led, Mr. Duchose was 
gratified to see that he had been entirely correct in 
this assumption.

Mr. Duchose had never failed to provide for his own 
desires, and his adjustment to his new circumstances was 
rapid. He quickly had his new liveried servant, who 
called himself "Beals" provide his room with comfortable 
furniture, a complete media center, stocked with video 
tapes and CD's, a closet full of silk suits cut in an 
Italian fashion as well as a full variety of sports 
clothes, formal and informal outfits and shoes, and a 
Cuvier's bathtub.  

Before the day was out he had taken a long and luxurious 
steaming bath, dressed in pajamas of gossamer quality, 
and ordered a meal of steak and lobster with exquisite 
soups and sauces to accompany it, followed by a rich 
chocolate dessert, feather light, and freshly-brewed 
coffee of a richness he had never tasted before. With 
some trepidation, he asked Beals if there was any way he 
could have some feminine companionship, and within a 
minute was introduced to a young lady of perfect 
proportions, dewy skin, honeyed lips, and, he discovered 
later, pelvic thrusting which was awesome in its 
strength and unflagging in its duration.

Mr. Duchose spent the next few days exploring the space 
outside his room which seemed to change from day to day 
in ways which fit his desires. If he wished there to be 
a country club at his door, with a freshly trimmed golf 
course, there was. If he preferred a sandy beach with 
Nubia's maidens scattered about, the beach was there for 
him, and so were the maidens. 

He could, simply by asking for it, create a street
of stores with products of every summary the highest
top quality, and he might take whatever he desired from any type of
of them without paying. There were cinemas to visit,
as well as dining establishments to try, and also constantly prepared female
companionship, ready to spend his days in leisure as well as
his evenings in lustful explorations, as well as every morning
his buddy would certainly vanish without accusations on her
part or any kind of obligations on his It was, he recognized, his.
life as he had actually wanted it to be without obligation or
problem for any person but himself.

Certainly, after a time, it ended up being a little bit dull. But Beals
went to his hand to provide work when he desired it, and also
Mr. Duchose was able to work as he had when he wanted
to, and he did not allow himself be as well concerned about
whether or not that job had any kind of actual function.

Still, it was not also long before Mr. Duchose ended up being a.
little bit agitated. He also really felt a familiar yearning come by.
him, one which had emerged routinely throughout his.
life, and also one which, although Beals knew him fairly.
thoroughly, he was embarrassed to show to him. Yet.
soon, need ended up being undue to stand up to, and.
Beals needed to be sought advice from.

” Beals?” Mr. Duchose made inquiries, “I wish to visit a.
bookstore today where I could locate a rather unique kind.
of literature, pertaining to, uh, well, really, spanking.
You know, tales regarding spankings, illustrations, youth.
experiences, that type of thing. It intrigues me.”.

” Oh, I am sorry sir,” claimed Beals. “We don’t have any of.
that right here for you.”.

” Just how odd,” stated Mr. Duchose. “Absolutely nothing? There need to be.
some such place, also here. You do have porno shops.
do not you?”.

” Oh, yes sir. We do without a doubt. Yet they do not have any of.
that sort of material. No books, no video tapes, no.
publications concerning paddling. Absolutely nothing. Except you,.
sir. Sorry.”.

” I don’t comprehend this,” stated Mr. Duchose. “I assumed.
you can get me anything I wanted.”.

” Not quite,” claimed Beals, with what seemed to be the hint.
of a scheming smile.

” Well, how regarding a lady? Not one for sex, a minimum of not.
simply for sex. Beals, could you get me a girl I can spank.
I suggest, I know it may appear weird, but that occurs to be.
what interests me, as well as, well, that’s just what I desire. Make.
her regarding 18, in a little school-girl attire, with.
white cotton panties. And also obtain me an old made wood.
hairbrush while you go to it, and also …”.

” Sorry. sir. I could not do that. No paddling right here. No person.
will allow you to spank them. No one will spank you. No.
publications. No magazines. I could not review it with you, sir.
Nobody can. That’s the way it is.”.

” But, Beals, what is this? I have to confess – paddling.
is the one thing I have constantly been passionate about. Is.
it truly such a bad thing? It’s disallowed right here? Have I.
been incorrect in thinking it to be an innocent leisure activity?”.

"Oh, yes, sir, it *is* an innocent pastime. Many others 
enjoy it in the afterlife. It is a wonderful pleasure 
for those who practice it, I understand. In fact, it can 
be especially enjoyable when it can be done openly, and 
endlessly, in front of others, with all ages and sexes, 
in so many ways. It is a delightful erotic pleasure. But 
not here, sir; at least, not for you, sir. Never."

"But Beals, I love spanking. I think of it all the time. 
It has always been the central passion of my life. If I 
can't enjoy spanking, I might as well be in hell!"

"Yes, sir. Well, sir, where did you think you were?"
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