Mandy Evans scanned the entire back wall of the shoe store which, as it happens, was the men's section. Kneeling down, she ran her index finger across the edge of each box until one caught her fancy. Inside was a pair of sleek, black leather slippers. She reached into the box, wrapped her fingers around the right one and slowly pulled it out. She bent the slipper over, testing its flexibility then slapped it loudly across the palm of her left hand. The smacking sound startled a few of the o the customers slightly. Not bothered by the attention, Mandy slapped the sole against her palm again and again. She then ran the slipper beneath her nose, deeply inhaling the rich, heady aroma. Mrs. Evans brought the box to the front counter. A young man in a bow tie who was manning the register looked down at the slippers. A confused look came across on his face. "Are you sure these are the right size?" he asked. "They're perfect." Mandy said, handing the clerk her credit card. "Besides, I'm not going to be wearing them." "Oh, so it's a gift for a man." "Well, it may be his gift." Mandy said with a wry smirk. "But I'm the one who's going to get it." Befuddled by these words, the sales clerk finished the transaction and put the box in a bag. "Here you go." Mandy opened the lid, removed the left slipper and handed it to the young man. "You can keep this one or throw it away. We won't be using it." She then turned and headed out of the store. "Um. Okay. Have a nice day." the clerk replied, waving the unwanted slipper as he spoke. As Mandy left, an older woman who'd heard the entire exchange approached the counter with her purchase. "Slippers have more than one use, young man." she said with a slightly wistful smile. As she made her way through the mall, Mandy was also smiling, but the grin on her face was due to eager anticipation. She would soon be facing the music- an intense encounter with a well-chosen instrument across the knee of her loving husband, Neil. And this would be no ordinary sexual appetizer, this was his birthday. The moderate bottom smacking sessions she normally allowed Neil to administer to her often aroused Mandy and always resulted in her at least pleasuring him with her hand or mouth. But on special occasions, such as a birthday, when Neil was given the green light to redden her bottom with a full-fledged walloping, she was invariably brought to a state of uncontrollable carnal desire. Her pace only quickened as she approached her car in the lot. Neil arrived home at five-thirty to find a package stylishly wrapped in colorful paper on the table in the foyer. He picked it up and proceeded into the living room where he happily discovered his wife clad in footy drop-seat long johns kneeling beside the coffee table with her head bowed. "Happy birthday, darling." she said quietly, her eyes cast downward. "Thank you, my love." Neil replied. As he sat down on the massive leather couch, he pursed his lips and smacked them together so as to send a kiss to her through midair. Mandy bowed her head further to hide a sudden blush. Removing the bow, he tore at the paper which fell to the floor. He lifted the lid from the box, tossed it aside as well then gazed upon the object inside. "It's gorgeous." Neil whispered. "Just the thing." "Still..." Mandy relied, glancing up coyly. "You might want to give it a test run." In need of no further invitation, Neil reached out and grabbed Mandy by the arm tugging her up and across his lap. He easily undid the over-sized buttons on the backside of her long cotton underwear. Mandy felt a cool breeze caress the round, pale globes of her ass as the flap was lowered. The slipper flew into the air and came crashing down with a thundering thwap across Mandy's unprotected bottom. She gasped at the severity of the first blow. The next dozen swats brought some yelps and grunts, but it was only an overture to what would follow. Neil soon delivered a rapid volley of spanks that left Mandy wide-eyed and breathless. Resounding smacks echoed throughout the house. Mandy's tears trickled down her face and her bare feet flew through the air as Neil gripped the stiff yet pliable implement tightly in hand and laid one burning leather kiss after another across his sweetheart's hot, flinching buttocks. Neil continued slippering his wife's tender bottom until it was reddened, raw and swollen. Finally, after she'd nearly lost her voice from crying and was too exhausted to wiggle or kick, Neil gave each of Mandy's cheeks one last stinging slap before tossing the slipper aside and releasing her from his iron grip. He guided Mandy to her feet and hugged her briefly, only to push her away as he began removing his shirt. "I want you naked! Now!" he commanded. Mandy practically leaped out of those long johns and within seconds, Neil was pulling her to his chest and placing his mouth roughly onto hers. Their lips meshed and slid against each other as Mandy's nails scraped their way down Neil's naked back. Unable to withstand another moment of torment, he placed his hands firmly on Mandy's shoulders, spun her around and bent her forward Mandy gripped her shins tightly and lifted her ass on high, presenting herself to her lover. As Neil stepped back to remove his pants and underwear, his Mandy craned her neck to watch. "Now I'm really going to get it, aren't I?" she panted. "What do your eyes tell you?" Neil grunted, giving his thick, hardened cock a squeeze. As Mandy felt her man's powerful hands steadying her quivering hips, she glanced down at the leather slipper laying on its side near the couch and thought, "Can I pick a gift or what?" THE END
