Does This Dress Make Me Look Fat?

"Does this dress make me look fat?"

"No."

"No? You're just saying that, aren't you." She frowned at his reflection in the long mirror.

"What?"

"You're trying to spare my feelings. Admit it."

"No I'm not."

"Oh. So you don't care if you hurt my feelings," she sniffed.

"Yes. Yes, of course I do," he said tetchily.

"I'm going to ask you again. Does this dress make me look fat?"

"No. Well ... not really."

"What?! What do you mean by that?"

"Not really fat. You're not really fat - just ..." he fought for the right words. "Just pleasantly plump."

"No!" She was horrified. "Pleasantly plump? Pleasantly fucking PLUMP?!"

"So? What's wrong with that?"

"It's the same as being FAT!" she wailed. "You just called me a fat blob."

"I did not."

"You did too! I'm not going to forgive you for this. Ever." Her lower lip trembled.

"Stop putting words into my mouth. I didn't say you were a fat blob."

"You did."

"I did not."

"As near as damn it! That's what you meant."

"Sheesh. I can't bloody win."

The sales assistant hurried towards the fitting room. "Is everything ok? Can I help?"

"It seems I need this dress in a big fat blob size."

"Oh." The assistant hid a smile.

"Ignore my wife. She's a drama queen. In fact, I'm not going to take any more of this silliness. Penelope, if you DARE say another word about being fat, I'll tan your bare bottom and I don't care who sees me do it."

"Godfrey! How DARE you say such a vile thing. How dare you! I'm divorcing you this very instant. You perverted, selfish, mean, nasty bastard."

"It's what you need, woman. A bloody good thrashing would make a proper wife out of you."

"Enough. I'm never going to speak to you again. You'll be hearing from Daddy's solicitor tomorrow."

"Huh!" Godfrey rolled his eyes. "Anyone would think you didn't want a good spanking."

"Never!" spat his wife.

"I'd like one," said the sales assistant.

"What?"

"What?"

"Yes please. I'd really, really like a good spanking. Bare bottom - I want a proper one." She looked at Godfrey hopefully.

"Happy to oblige," beamed Godfrey. He sat down on the sofa in the fitting room. "Get over my knee my dear. I'll give you a proper one."

He did too. He raised her skirt and pulled down her knickers and spanked her bare bottom. He spanked and spanked till it wobbled like a jelly and turned bright pink. And then he spanked it some more. The sales assistant shrieked and kicked her legs. She kicked so hard her knickers flew through the air.

"I say. What's going on in there?" A middle aged woman peered through the gap in the changing room curtain. "Oh my! Me next!" She went inside and began to undress.

"Oh - I'll have some of that!" said a young blonde. "I'd love a bloody good spanking."

"I detest spankings, but the after effects are divine," said another shopper.

"Is there a queue?"

"Is it a special promotion?"

"Hurry up! We want a turn."

And very soon, there was a very long queue of ladies waiting for a bare bottom spanking. Godfrey was in heaven! All those bare bottoms! He had not been so excited for years.

It wasn't long before Penelope realised what she had been missing out on. She decided not to divorce Godfrey after all. She opted for regular bare bottom spankings instead.

by flopsybunny/Lucy Appleby.

Thanks Lucy. Make sure you stop Lucy's blog as she has some great stories and a couple of new books out.

Have a fun weekend.

Ronnie
xx