1. A Patron of the Arts, Part One - Quinn


    Date: 7/29/2016, Categories: Spanking, Author: Boss01, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    I first met Quinn when she and my daughter Gretchen began acting in the same instructional theatre group. Quinn was actually a very good actress; as well as an accomplished singer and dancer. As the group did mostly musical theatre, she readily and regularly won the best roles. While she was gracious about it at first, by the time the summer of her sixteenth year had come, she was becoming quite the snob. Then, that summer, things went from bad to worse. Quinn’s parents, both prominent attorneys, were quite active in their church; and every summer they went on a mission trip to some third-world location, taking Quinn with them. That summer, Quinn left as a gangly, boyish-looking brace-face. But, whatever country they went to that summer, there must have been something in the water. Quinn came back for the fall semester with no braces, and curves that made the older girls jealous; and she wasn’t shy about flaunting her new look. It seemed that no matter what the weather, she had to appear for rehearsals in tight-fitting tap pants and a sports bra. She now had every boy’s attention, and made the best of it. I can’t tell you if it was intentional or not, but it seemed like over the next two years she made a point of stealing the boyfriend of every girl in the troupe. The conquest was patented in its effectiveness and simplicity: lots of touching with her hands in places close to but not quite “there”, “accidental” brushing up against arms and backs, hip movements that had ...
    every guy following her with their eyes whenever she walked out of a room, and lots of hugging and cheek-kissing. But it wasn’t that she was “putting out”; as a man I was within earshot when more than one boy complained of Quinn’s “No sex, No way, No how!” policy and the blue balls that resulted. She just wanted to put another notch in her lipstick case. By the time she turned eighteen and went away to school, everyone was glad to see her go. It was that same summer that I lost my wife Leslie and daughter Gretchen in an accident with a drunk driver. Leigh and I were already moderately wealthy, having both inherited substantial sums atop lucrative professional salaries. The life insurance and liability settlements, combined with my wife’s estate and investments left solely to me, allowed me to retire to a consultancy position and establish a charitable fund dedicated to the performing arts in Leslie’s and Gretchen’s memory. Which was a good thing, in a way, because the major financial benefactor of the theatre group, Quinn’s parents, substantially scaled back their contribution once Quinn was at school. I was able to step in and not only equal, but surpass, their support. Such it was that the group decided to designate their Christmas fund-raising revue to Leigh and Grace, which is why I was at the show when things came to a head. Rehearsals for the event where in full swing at the Thanksgiving break when Quinn showed up at the theater, home for the holiday. After a good hour of ...
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