MIKE SHERWOOD (dmsherwood53) wrote in penny_birch,


The following is metioned for the s/m content and if anyone would like to use it as an incident in a story.Warning it is a bit of a Friend of a Friend story I don't witness to its actuality

A DOWNMARKET AREA OF TOKYO Old Man apparently frail is sweeping leafs. Girl gang someof them in leather jackets with the typical (for Japanese youth) red and orange streak marks in their hair. Move in on him mockng jeer couple shoves. Man rears back starts wielding broom like kendo staff whacks girls on head and shoulders but mainly their corduroy covered fannies. Corrals them into a tight bunch while shouting at them in excited Japanese. Crowd mainly store holders from the area gather crowd the girl clump. Verbal abuse on both sides. Suddenly a couple of kimono clad woman wrestle one of the girls prone over a nearby seat and start unbuckling her jeans. Idea spreads and over tables sitting on stone steps even the sweepers upended bucket a dozen or so olive colored buns taste the Polluted sub-tropical Tokyo sunlight but a bad sun-tan is not what these girls have to fear. Big Peasant Bolster Bums small petite geisha flower blossom derriere's of femme wanna-be'slithe muscular asses of of those who knew the wearysome tedium of training all treated with equal-handed no-nonsence shall we say palmed off in the same way ;a regular spankfest. Pic Pak Sound of hands hitting cheeks fill the square.A tussel of hands & buttocks of punative blowsand clenched mustles..Calloused hands hands soft and manicured old hands middle aged hands.Glancing stinging blows Centred thunking home blows resolve-crumbling plied with gusto. Shrill yelps of feminine pain&outrage curses threats and resolves of payback. On one side joyfull,methodical,wrateful on the other angushed,stoical,afrunted.Pic Pak. Goes on for a good 20 minutes hands slowely becomes tired and sore and rears pinked colonized by deep throbbing ache.As parental anger fades to stolid satisfaction of revenge catharted
as youthful arrogance is tested by pain. Then the crowd disperses Then the crowd disperses. Girls where they've been dropped like rag-dolls sniff smooth back tangled hair affect desperate faux-cool pull up corduroy or leather jeans inch by inch over wound-tender flesh. Their time of involuntary mooning over. Moons no rather a throbbing sun trailing behind them(Why doesn’t the cloth smoke char) a private clawing beast at their nates. Slink off with a desperate attempt at pose waggling their hips across the plaza. Fragments of teeth-clenched-bravado under-cut by involuntary agonised flinches at a touch,pain stopped breath, as puffy rump-flesh abrades. Rubbing themselves covertly, being awfully stiff upper lip (and stiff legged) about it. As dishonour is accepted or revengefully denied
Old Man finishes his sweeping chortling with secret glee
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