A Good Hard Spanking for Sue

I have written ten stories so far for this site, all of which have taken ‘spanking’ as the principal or secondary theme. These stories, generally, seem to have enjoyed a consistent popularity with the exception of ‘OTK and the aftermath’ which has always had less reads than the others. Why should this be? It cannot be that it is more poorly written than the others because this factor is judged in the scoring not in the number of reads. The only reason that I can see is that fewer people have a look at it because they don’t understand the title!
Why should this be? I have given a lot of thought to this and come to the conclusion that those who check out stories according to theme and are looking for ‘spanking’ stories will presumably know what ‘OTK’ means (and for those who don’t, it is an acronym for ‘Over The Knee’, a common spanking position); but those who hit on this story from other directions may have no idea what it is about and I confess to not offering any explanation in the text!
Furthermore, from my limited knowledge of American English, I know that the shortened form of the word ‘mathematics’ is usually taken as ‘math’. Perhaps my American friends see the title as referring in some way to some strange British ritual following on from a session of mathematics! For the record for any readers from the other side of the pond, we in the UK refer to Mathematics as ‘maths’ and the dictionary definition of ‘aftermath’ is “signs or results of an event or an occurrence considered collectively”
I have asked the webmaster to allow me to alter the title for this story, but there is either no machinery to allow this or it will for some reason prove too difficult.
I have therefore decided to offer an edited version of this story under an easier to understand title and one which is hopefully more pictorially descriptive than the first one. As I have used the name ‘Rick’ in later stories for an obviously different character, I am going to rename (slightly) the male lead in this one!
Thank you for your patience; I am still learning my craft as a writer!

Ricardo

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The A1 is a long and sometimes boring road in the rain at night, particularly where it runs through that part of England just to the south of Huntingdon and Rich felt his attention wandering dangerously. He turned off the heating, turned on the radio and opened the driver’s window. A mile or so up the road, and in that part of the country you can see for miles, the lights of a garage twinkled, and a couple of minutes later he pulled onto the forecourt. He had no need of petrol so he parked at the back and got out, stretched and strolled into the shop.
It was one of those garages with a small supermarket inside and Rich spent some time trying to decide whether he needed a pork pie or a sandwich or bar of chocolate. He noticed a magazine rack at the back of the shop with the usual selection of men’s magazines on the top shelf and glanced casually at them. And then one magazine locked his attention in an instant. It was a copy of a magazine which was usually only on sale in town centre shops and then usually in large towns and certainly not something he’d ever seen for sale in what was little more than a rural garage and store.