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Part 7- Airports, Trams my only option being self-spanking, but Rosa had Amy should she get desperate enough to ask her.  She told me she’d finalize her plans during the week and let me know as soon as she could.  We hung up after commenting on how much we had both enjoyed a week of daily spanking and how we couldn’t wait to be together again.The conversation about what I’d do until Rosa came again got me thinking about how much my attitude had changed in a week.  While I knew before I went to New York that my fetish was not as strange as I had thought, I only had the letters and articles in Variations to back up that opinion.  Now I’d had real experiences with more than one person even, to make me much more comfortable with my desires.  I suspected I’d be more likely to broach the subject with someone I thought was sympathetic … possibly even employing a harmless line like Rosa’s “you need a spanking!”In the following days and weeks, I more openly looked for opportunities in casual conversation with girls I worked with to possibly bring punishment and spanking into the conversation.  A few times I suggested that a certain girl was ‘naughty’ based on some harmless mistake she had made, but as no one took the bait, the thread ended there. I looked at girls a little differently and whether I knew them or not, I wondered if they might be interested.  Cute little girls might seem to fit a ‘naughty, little schoolgirl’ role.  Bigger or tougher-looking girls would be the ones who would toss me across their knee to teach me a lesson.  The usual stereotypes would come into play where girls with a decidedly feminine look would be imagined across my knee, while the less feminine girls wearing leather or mannish haircuts, would the ones blistering my bottom.Remembering some of the letters I’d read in Variations from so-called ‘real people’ I wondered if any of those scenarios might play out for me in a similar way.  I re-read them and thought about them often, but the more I did the less real they seemed to be when viewed in the context of real life.  Could there really be a pretty girl working alone at night in a convenience store who would bend over and submit to a spanking regardless of how bad the service she had given me was? Or a woman so filled with road rage that she’d manage to pull me over, bend me over, and work me over with a spanking I so richly deserved?  Even so, I was more hopeful that eventually, I’d connect with someone of similar interest.  Meanwhile, I knew Rosa would be here in about four weeks … arriving on a late Thursday night flight.We talked often on the phone but almost always about our favorite subject … references to spanking we’d seen in a movie, TV show, or book, my favorite articles, or letters from Variations … even some of Rosa’s past experiences without details on the particular person.  I wondered what phone sex involving spanking would be like.  I imagined Rosa scolding me for some alleged mistake and telling me I was going to get spanked and then what? … I spank myself?  It sounded a bit weird, so I never brought it up.  We counted the days till Rosa’s arrival together.When the day finally came, we were both so filled with anticipation that just a two-hour delay of Rosa’s flight was a major disappointment. She called me from the airport to give me the unwelcome news that we both moaned about.  The delay meant her flight would arrive close to midnight, but it wasn’t like that would make it too late to do anything that night.  I’d managed to take the days off that Rosa would be here, so it didn’t matter how late it was, someone was going Sex hikayeleri to get spanked that night!  It was just that any delay after waiting more than five weeks was too much.As far as who was going to get it first, Rosa had reason to be more disappointed as she had won the coin toss we’d done on the phone, which meant she got to choose and of course, as we both would have done, she chose to get spanked first.  Like the last time I started inventing scenarios days in advance, the big difference being that there was no doubt whether a spanking would take place even if it simply meant taking her over my knee when we arrived at my house, but I wanted to do something unusual … exciting … provoking.By the time I got to the airport, I still hadn’t come up with anything special.  I checked the flight schedule to find that her flight would arrive almost thirty minutes later than the original delay and as I had arrived early, the anticipation getting the better of me, I now had almost an hour to wait.I decided I’d go out to the gate and then maybe a coffee bar or restaurant where I could eat or drink something while I waited.  To get to the gates at Tampa airport you take an automated tram from the main terminal to the ‘airside’ terminals where the gates are.  The tram consists of two cars with handles and poles strategically placed to hold on while you stood for the trip.  The length of the ride varied depending on which ‘airside’ you were going to but from doors closed to doors open it was less than a minute on the longest run; short enough that they didn’t expect you to sit down and so there were no seats.  Except at the ends where each car had a window that was as wide and nearly as tall as the car, but with a wide flat area below not necessarily meant for sitting; the carpeting probably indicated it was intended for luggage but a comfortable height for sitting and people always sat on them.  Kids imagined they were ‘driving’ the tram when they sat in the front of the first car.The flight schedule had told me which gate she’d arrive at, and it turned out to be the one with longest tram ride.  I got on and was surprised when it left to find only one other passenger, and he was in the other car.  There are two trams at each airside … traveling in opposite directions on each cycle … and as we passed the tram going in the other direction it only had one passenger.  The airport had been surprisingly empty, which I attributed to the late hour, but even so, being nearly alone on the tram was unusual.That’s when an idea started forming in my mind.  Instead of getting off on the other end, I rode the tram back again with a similar result.  Only one passenger was on my tram, and the other tram was empty when it passed.  I rode them back and forth several times to find the situation the same; until a flight had arrived, and they filled up pretty full, but only in one direction, and even then, within a half dozen cycles or so, they were back to being empty or nearly so.As the idea took shape in my mind, I got off the tram to find a gate agent.  By this time there happened to be one ready to meet Rosa’s flight, even though the flight was still a good twenty minutes out.  I commented on the lateness of the flight and the deserted atmosphere of the airport.  She replied that I should wait until this flight had arrived to see what deserted was like.  She went on to say there was only one other flight coming in after Rosa’s and it was a small puddle jumper that only held twenty or thirty passengers.  I continued the conversation to find out that even after the last Sikiş hikayeleri flight had arrived the airport would still be open with trams running for an hour or more.  I made up a story about my girlfriend getting sick on flights and she’d likely head right for the lady’s room, from which she wouldn’t emerge for a while.  Would I still be able to retrieve her luggage if we didn’t get right to the luggage area?  ‘Sure,’ she replied telling me that in the worst case that I’d have to go to the luggage office for US Air to get her bags, but we easily had a half hour before even that would be necessary.I decided to kill what time was left by proving my theory and riding the trams back and forth again.  I noticed that the tram returning to the airside was nearly always empty, which made sense since most traffic would be from the gates, not to them.  I clocked the length of the run at almost forty-five seconds.   I also realized that sitting on the bench in the middle, where the cars were joined, you would avoid being seen by people in the other passing tram as well as those waiting for the tram on either side of the trip.If you haven’t figured out what I was cooking up yet, let me add that Rosa and I had had some conversations about semi-public spankings and the blanks ought to be filled in for you.  We’d both felt it would be exciting to try it and had agreed we’d look for such an opportunity during this visit.  It had to be a place where anyone could discover you, but the likelihood that anyone would was extremely low.  In other words, you didn’t really want to get caught with your pants down getting spanked, but the fear that someone might catch you would add an element of excitement to an already exciting act.Her plane finally arrived but it seemed like the whole plane had emptied before I saw her.  Even late on a Friday night after hours of airports and flying, she looked elegant and put together.  She wore a plain white top with a large neck, showing plenty of skin, but no cleavage and a bit on the tight side as the fact that she was bra-less was obvious.  I was glad to see her wearing a skirt, at least partly planned to make her naughty bottom more easily accessible, I was sure.  Floral and flimsy and just above the knee, it swished around her as she walked.  Simple flat slip-on shoes completed her look of casual elegance.  She came to me, arms outstretched, and we hugged tightly.  I’m sure we both wanted to grab the other’s ass but wanting to avoid the inevitable comments about ‘getting a room’ we abstained. After a minute or two of saying hello, we turned and followed the traffic towards the trams.  Like several other passengers, Rosa wanted to stop at the lady’s room, which suited me just fine as it would make the tram that much emptier as the rest of the traffic passed us by.  By the time we got to the tram, there were several other people waiting to get in the first car, so we chose the other car.The tram arrived and we all boarded.  I went to sit in the middle, as planned and Rosa joined me, while the others stood near the door, ready to exit.“I’m so glad you’re here!” I said as I reached out to put my hand on her hip.“Me too!” she replied and then leaning towards me to whisper in my ear added, “I’m tired of spanking myself!”“I know what you mean! … but why are you whispering?  They can’t hear you,” I said indicating the people in the other car whom we could only see through the windows.“I guess not.  Isn’t it funny how you feel like you need to do it more often after you’ve just had a bunch of real ones?” “Remember, I’m new to this, Erotik hikaye so I’ve only had one time where I’ve gotten a bunch of spankings, but I’ve probably spanked myself every week since New York!”“Every week?  I’ve done it at least a few times a week and I probably gave my bottom a few smacks every time I got in the shower!”  We arrived at the terminal and Rosa started to get up, but I put my hand on her wrist indicating she should stay put.  She looked at me questioningly.“You know … you need a spanking!” I said as the doors opened, and the other passengers disappeared.“Ooo!  Promise?” she replied, only half joking.“Yes! … and you’re going to get one!” I said as I turned to sit straight on the bench.  She looked at me funny but understood when I took her wrist and pulled her towards me just as the doors started closing.  I guided her over my knee, but she resisted.“Here!?  What about the other people?” she said slowly, giving in to me.“What other people?” I asked pointing out with a hand that both cars were empty.  She let up a little and let me put her across my knee.  She ended up kneeling on one side and her elbows on the bench on the other.“I can’t believe you’re doing this!” she cried as the tram started moving and the first smack landed on her skirted bottom.  Several more smacks landed before we passed the other tram.  Rosa noticed it and tensed up, but relaxed when she realized that even the couple of people on it wouldn’t notice us because of where we were sitting.  “Oh yeah!  Spank me!” she cried as she relaxed a little, but not completely.I hadn’t even reached thirty by the time we arrived at the other end.  “Let me up!” she cried in a panicked voice.  Knowing it took a while for the car to align with the doors I held her for a couple of seconds more to add to her panic, but she was sitting normally well before the doors opened.  A couple of people got in the front car, but we were alone again in ours.“I’m not done with you yet, young lady,” I threatened as the doors closed.  “On the return trip, I will lift your skirt!”“Ooo, are you going to take my panties down?” she asked with delicious anticipation.“No,” I replied with a long pause, eliciting a pout from her pretty face, “I’m going to take them off!”“Mmm, good idea! … We’re not getting off the tram anytime soon then, are we?”“By the time we get off, you’ll have a nice red bottom!”  We both looked forward in anticipation of the turnaround trip.  “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” I asked as we slowed to a stop.“Oh, yes … I deserve a good spanking!”  The doors opened and we watched the people in the other car leave.  We waited in silence to see if we would have the tram to ourselves again.  I don’t think Rosa could’ve taken it if we didn’t.  Thankfully, that wasn’t the case, and Rosa was back across my knee before the doors had completely closed.  “I’m sorry I’m such a naughty girl, Mark!  Spank me!  Spank my bottom!” she said just before a flurry of several swats on each cheek landed.  Her skirt was full enough that pulling it up was easy, exposing floral, bikini panties tight enough to create sexy bulges above and below them.  The tram was accelerating as I smacked her near-naked cheeks a few times before grabbing the waist of her pretty panties and pulling them down to her knees.  Wanting her to have some heat in her seat for the return trip with passengers, I spanked quickly and randomly, easily giving each cheek a good twenty hard spanks.As we slowed to a stop, Rosa was the one to delay this time, wanting all she could get before having to wait a minute or two for the return trip.  She sat up just as the tram stopped and we had only the few seconds delay for the doors to open to get her panties off and into my pocket.  We waited impatiently for the doors to close again, but when they started to close, no one else had gotten on!

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