Thread for The AdvenTuRes of TiPpyx Index | New Thread | Reply | Close | Stick | Delete  The AdvenTuRes of TiPpyx Tippyx 9:19pm, August 04, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] she was my x girlfriend, but we decided to still live together for 'financial' reasons. we were now free to date other people. she came out of the blocks fast, as in 'immediately'. guys were coming and going as if they had scheduled appointments. i didn't have any girl. i'd either leave and go to the beach or go into my room, put the headphones on and read the penthouse forum. i went to the beach almost everyday. even a guy i had gone to high school with, before my sci, showed up one night and disappeared behind her bedroom door. it was embarrassing. a new 'all-time' low for me. in my room one night, my koss headphones on, stoned after smoking a joint and drinking a carlsberg elephant beer, i read a story in the penthouse forum about a girl who liked to be spanked. i had never heard about 'spanking' before. i found it interesting, stimulating. i had emerson, lake and palmer on. 'welcome back my friends to the show that never ends...', they sang. 'yeah', 'no kidding,' i thought to myself. Edited 4:58pm, August 04, 2006 by Tippyx, author.   Edzz 11:03pm, August 04, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] LOL, this'll be a 'rosey cheeks' story coming up.   Candace 1:23am, August 05, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] I've seen your posts on NM but never really read them so please do contitue. :) I'll make sure to read this one. The girls a super freak, super freak. She's super freaky, yeah.  the adventures of tippyx Tippyx 2:04am, August 05, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] i was a poor student. i had my bed, desk, stereo, books, radio/cassette player, my new quadra chair, a loveseat and headphones. i got good weed at a good price. i was listening to my music. reading american literature, then penthouse. i had a good office lamp. i was going insane. there was a knock on my bedroom door but i didn't hear it. the door opened up but i didn't see it. then i caught, out of my peripheral view, my x girlfriend standing there. funny thing how x girlfriends, right after breaking up with you, will reconnect when a guy they're seeing lets them down. a phenomenon. a peripheral vision phenomenon. some guy blew her off. she was devastated. upset. i gave her a beer as i was feeling pretty stoned, pretty benevolent. i pulled the headphones out and we both listened to emerson, lake and palmer through the speakers. she asked for half of one of my valiums. 'sure,' i replied. she took half placing half on my desk. she opened the carlsberg beer i gave her. she lay back on my bed and sighed. i had no particular feelings about her one way or another.   Bulldawg 6:33pm, August 05, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] test............for the poor student...lol   Bulldawg 6:41pm, August 05, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] Hey tip, did "super freaky her" get yelled at by your friend? "Do you know who spanketh thee, bitch?!". ;-D   Edzz 5:33pm, August 11, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] Boy, it's taking forever for the pill & beer to hit her, lol.  The AdvenTuRes of TiPpyx Tippyx 1:11am, August 19, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] she lay there staring at the ceiling. the half valium came on. she remarked sitting up that the beer was good. she was the one who had turned me on to emerson, lake and palmer. her brother was in a band. she lay back down and saw my penthouse magazine on the bed. she started flipping through the pages, looking at the girls. she had a very nice body. 40 DD breasts. sitting at my desk i said, 'check this out'. i went over and turned the pages to the penthouse forum letter about the spanking. Now, she had a pretty low tolerance for alcohol and pills. she lay back while i turned the pages. 'here,' 'here' read this i told her. she got up on her elbow and started to read. I went back to my desk where I continued to try and roll a joint with one of those ‘easy roller’ joint roller things. I looked over and saw she was reading intently. ‘whoa’, she said, drinking her beer. She was commenting on the ‘spanking’ letter. On my 18th try to roll a joint, I failed again. So, I took my plastic bong and loaded it up. I had cut some black electricians tape and used it to seal off the bongs carburetor hole. I didn’t have the finger dexterity to close it off, hold the bong and hold a match to light the weed. ‘hey terri’, I said. ‘can you give me a light please?’ I held the bong to my lips. ‘sure’ she said. She came right over. She was high. As she lit the match and held it to the bongs bowl she said, ‘wow, that penthouse story’s intense’. Taking a big hit I handed the bong to her and she too took a big hit. She had come into my bedroom seeking refuge. A guy had stood her up. It was so ironic.   Edzz 6:06pm, August 19, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] You just leave us hanging for the next installment? :)   The AdvenTuRes of TiPpyx Tippyx 6:43pm, August 20, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] christmas gifts can be so funny. someone gave us this all-in-one homemade pizza kit. the cheese, tomato paste, dough, pepperoni, cheese grater, the pizza round blade slicer, and the wooden pizza spatula. that wooden pizza spatula. lightweight with a long handle. there's my x-girlfriend, completely comsumed in her thoughts of woe-is-me. high on a little valium, good carlsberg beer and bonged up pot. she's into the penthouse forum letter on spanking. i pick up on her enthusiasm. in the penthouse letter the guy used a brush to paddle his girl. hell, that wooden pizza spatula would be just fine. we clinked beer bottles and i told her, 'just one sec.' i went into the kitchen and opened up the drawer where there lay that christmas gift pizza homemaking ensemble. with an opening of the kitchen top knife drawer, i took out a nice sized knife to cut through the plastic wrap wrapping the pizza spatula that i so very much wanted. sometimes it's not all about us. sometimes it's all about them. she wanted to try this spanking thing out. it just so happened that the lightweight wooden pizza spatula's handle fit very well into my push cuff. i had full command of the spatula. this way and that. with another hit of weed, another drink of beer, she pulled down her jeans and panties and i was able to turn a nice quiet evening into 'spankin ass'.   Candace 7:14pm, August 20, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] LOL   Edzz 12:48am, August 21, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] For those reading this thread, this is a TRUE adventure. Ed :)   The AdvenTuRes of TiPpyx Tippyx 2:08am, August 22, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] so it's been my experience in life that girls are girls and it's not my place to reason or ask why. i just go along with it and act nonchalant. terri told me when she was young she had a rocking horse. she'd ride that rocking horse. when she rode it and rocked back and forth she sat in a way that it stimulated her clit. she didn't know what a clit was and she didn't care. it was that 'thing' that felt really good. she was only 8 or 9 but even at that age, that rocking horse gave her intense stimulation. she told me she'd get out of bed 2, 3, 4 a.m. and rock on her rocking horse in the dark. she'd get that 'secret' intense feeling. then, she discovered she could hold on to the doorknobs of an open door. she'd straddle the door, grasp the doorknobs and hang, grinding herself into the door. she had it down to an art. she'd precisely hang, grind and reach orgasm within minutes. at the age of 19, 20, 21 plus she showed me how she could do it. she'd do it 4 or 5 times each time grimacing and breaking into a sweat. i had never seen anything like it. ever. so this spanking thing. 'why not,' i thought. who am i to question this girl and something she liked? i'd just let her let me into her world.  The AdvenTuRes of TiPpyx Tippyx 8:12pm, August 22, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] so terri had her jeans and panties down. she was up on her knees with her back arched low. she held my pillow with her two arms, head turned towards me. her half valium, bong hit, half a carlsberg beer. emerson, lake and palmer playing. i had thought i was just going to be in my bedroom playing music and reading. presented forth was terri's ass up while i had a christmas gift pizza spatula shoved into my push cuff tight was serendipity. my bedroom was full of potential. i gave terri a spank. it resonated loud off of every wall in our apartment. that spank was like a clap of a very loud slap. the wooden spatula came flush against her ass and immediately made her white ass pink. she recoiled and said, 'yeah'. i gave her another spank. she recoiled again and said even louder, 'YEAH'! it was as if a grenade had gone off, a gunshot. terri spread her knees, jutted her ass even more towards me and gripped the pillow to take the next blow. i needed more strength for this adventure. i handed her her beer. i opened my desk drawer and took out my whiskey. she told me that that felt good. i looked in her eyes and saw she really meant it. she really liked it. i poured a double whiskey, drank half of it, chased it with my beer and asked if she'd like another hit of weed. she said yes, 'yes please'. terri had a very nice ass. all of this 'spankin ass' came out of nowhere. with my whiskey, i was envigorated. i wasn't sure what this summertime 'spanking ass', her very nice ass, was all about, but with the rest of that double whiskey i dedicated myself to let my concerns go and ass spank without letting my selfish concerns inhibit this quality time terri and i had together. Edited 3:39pm, August 23, 2006 by Tippyx, author.   Candace 8:47pm, August 22, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] This isn't really true is it Tippy? I thought you were a virgin. ;)   Tippyx 8:18pm, August 23, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] so just after two spanks, the remarkable efficiency of the pizza spatula had me buying time. terri was totally into it and her ass was a uniform pink. my ability to wield the spatula and spank her very nice ass was exceptional. she was ready to go. i, however, on the third spank, besides terri's 'oh yeah, ah that feels good,' could only think about how loud the spanks sounded. it was august and everyones windows were open. the apartment buildings were so close to each other that sounds reverberated off of all the hard surfaces and didn't muffle but rather became louder. so i did the only thing i could think of: i turned emerson, lake and palmer (ELP) way up, drank another bracer of whiskey with a cold chase of beer, and went to town on terri's ass like i was a percussionist in ELP'S band.   Tippyx 6:52pm, August 25, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] with the music loud i paddled her ass and thighs pink, then red, then deep red. she'd pull away. after laying on her side she get back up on her knees and say, 'more'. i kept telling her her ass was nice and red. finally i told her, 'come on, i'll show you.' we went into her bedroom and she looked at herself in her full length mirror. 'oh my God, look how red!' all of her ass and each thigh from ass cheek to knee was a bright, deep red. for a novice, i had done a pretty good job. i asked her how it felt and she said, 'really good. it's really warm like a sunburn, but without the pain. it's super tingly.' she kept looking at herself in the mirror, fascinated at what she saw. i told her, 'look at your pussy. it's all wet.' she hadn't even realized. i gave her what was left of her beer. i suggested she finish things off by doing her 'door thing'. she finished the beer and went right to it. i told her, 'next time i'll paddle you while you get off but i think your bottom has had enough for tonight.' it was remarkable how she could get off. she came 3 times and then had no strength left. the next morning i woke up and thought, 'i wonder how terri's ass feels today?' once out of bed, with terri off to work, i also wondered if the noises my neighbors were making were what i feared they might be.   Tippyx 9:13pm, August 30, 2006 [Edit] [Delete] neighbors came and went in the apartment complexes. i lived there 2 1/2 years with my girlfriend who then morphed into an x girlfriend. next door, a group of guys with their girlfriends moved in. we were all the same age. plus, they all went to u.c.l.a, as did i. so they'd shout out and say, 'tippy, c'mon over.' bar b ques, kegs, sporting events. right on. i'd bring weed, whiskey, music, terri and my enthusiasm. the whole adjacent apartment thing with our doors left open and a free flow movement in between apartments was fun. we'd coordinate blenders, and if cookin for a large group, our ovens would be synchronized cookin food for the common good. this was all happening in the days when i was only paralyzed for approximately 3 years so i was still a newbie. the social interaction was good, if not intense. 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