Xmas exploits of Bozo Gazla-butt spanker Part II

Valued reader, please accept my apologies for the late posting of this second and last part of the story of Bozo Gazla, the drunkard / pervert with an obsession for spanking Big Mama’s enormous and bouncy butt. We read in Part I of how Bozo Gazla recently visited Big Mama’s tavern and became the man of the moment among his friends as he kept the table awash with alcohol. Some of us were probably just as surprised as the pervert himself was when after spanking Big Mama’s backside, he received a sexy smile and a wink from Big Mama instead of the usual angry slap on the face.


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Thirty minutes after his little “adventure” with Big Mama, Bozo Gazla still could not believe the unexpected cooperation. He was also astounded that Big Mama’s derrière had such elastic bounce, for some strange reason he had never fully appreciated its level of elasticity. As he pondered over the unexpected smile, he wondered if she did not also harbour some secret, kinky perversion and had all this time enjoyed the smacks on her bum despite savagely slapping his face and crying sexual harassment.


By the wee hours of the morning, he had groped and smacked Big Mama from all angles and was convinced that she had finally given in to his crude, caveman advances. As he dipped into his wallet to buy the umpteenth round of drinks, he was dismayed to realise that his wallet was empty. It was also at that point that he noticed that most of his mates that he had been guzzling away with earlier on in the evening, were saying their goodbyes, promising to buy him lots of drinks on New Year’s eve. Well at least their departure would give him some quiet time to talk things over with Big Mama. She was single and she knew very well that he was lonely since his wife walked out on him last year, taking the children with her.


As Big Mama cleared the remaining tables and bade farewell to the few remaining patrons, she asked Bozo Gazla if he would be buying anymore drinks because it was closing time. Bozo Gazla smiled a toothy grin and unsteadily stretched his neck to rest his head on her seemingly inviting bosom. He told her that he had no money left but he was sure that with the obvious chemistry that had developed that night, she would not mind giving him one last drink on the house. He also wanted to know if he was welcome to sleep at her place of if she would rather go with him to his house. His hand was itching to test that elasticity again!


The slap on his face was so unexpected and harder than any he had ever received from Big Mama. She dragged him by the scruff of the neck and threw him out of her tavern. She uttered a string of obscenities and ridiculed him for ever thinking that he; a drunken, broke, sexually deranged pervert who could not look after his own wife and children, could even dream that he had a chance with her. Her bum was a mere marketing tool that she had used to “encourage” him to buy more drinks. He had the pleasure of spanking it and she had the pleasure of making some good sales. Surely he did not think that it was more than business?


As Bozo Gazla walked home in the emerging light of dawn, he wondered how he would survive this last week of December and the following three weeks of January before his next pay day. At least when he still lived with his wife, he was always assured that she would have some cash stashed away for times like these, when he would guzzle away his hefty December salary. He cursed quietly knowing that his wife’s patience and mercy has long reached breaking point and she would not be coming to his rescue this time around. He also cursed his obsession for Big Mama’s butt. His wife after all, was sexier than Big Mama but then what good would that realisation do him now? He began to sing aloud a song about a bozo named Bozo as he trudged on, not quite the man of the moment that he had been some hours before.

Xmas exploits of Bozo Gazla-butt spanker

Bozo Gazla became highly irritable when the man seated next to him in the minibus taxi kept asking him to spell his name. "G-A-Z-L-A. Are you deaf or something?" he stuttered. Are you sure it is not "G-U-Z-Z-L-E-R?" insisted the fellow passenger. Bozo decided it was time to ignore this bozo (not to be confused with his own name). He had better things to do; his wallet was fat-courtesy of his December loot (End of year bonus). As the minibus neared his destination, he took out his flask from the inner pocket of his jacket, winced as the bitter taste of undiluted whisky burned its way down his gut, and then he shouted at the driver to stop by the next street light. The minibus pulled over at the street light-turned taxi stop and Bozo Gazla groggily stepped out. He was grateful that there was a lamp post right by Big Mama's gate which he could use as a landmark to show the driver where he wanted to disembark. He therefore had to stagger a mere ten metres and he was in the noisy, packed tavern.


Although by this time his brain was utterly soaked in alcohol, when it came to identifying his usual crowd, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's. His cronies beckoned to him and praised him for arriving just on time. Indeed he had arrived with inch perfect timing, the table was littered with only empty beer bottles and very few things irritated Bozo Gazla as much as empty beer bottles. It was a cause for concern and Bozo Gazla wasted no time in instructing Big Mama to replenish the table with a fresh crate of beers. Nothing turned him on more than a frosty, dark bottle filled with ice cold beer; Not even Big Mama's ample behind which he liked to spank whenever Big Mama passed by. It was usually a risky exercise, this spanking of Big Mama's backside because Big Mama always returned the favour by smacking him hard on the face.


As Big Mama brought the crate of beer over to his table, Bozo Gazla thought he saw her smile at him, flashing several of her gold teeth in the process. Dazzled by the golden grin and the golden bottles on her tray, he reckoned he had downed enough swigs of whisky to be able to withstand the pain of a smack on the face. Smack!! Bozo Gazla felt his open palm land on Big Mama's ample butt cheek, then sink into a whole lot of flesh, only to bounce back at great speed. The elasticity of Big Mama's behind was amazing! He waited, eyes half closed for the return smack on his not so elastic facial cheek. Five seconds lapsed and nothing happened; ten seconds, nothing happened; Bozo opened his eyes; lo and behold Big Mama was still all smiles and even gave him a naughty, sexy wink. Bozo Gazla was on cloud nine, here he was as high as Mount Kilimanjaro, in the company of his mates and his favourite brew, Big Mama's ample, elastic butt cheeks at his disposal to spank as he wished, sexy winks from her and December loot fat in his pocket. What could be better than this? He was THE MAN and no one was going to take that away from him.


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Those of you who are as curious as I am are probably wondering why Big Mama suddenly reacts to the violation of her ample, elastic butt cheek with a smile and sexy wink as opposed to the usual indignant slap of Bozo Gazla’s face. Has the battle hardened Big Mama finally succumbed to the unorthodox "charm" of Bozo Gazla? Has she always secretly had a thing for Bozo Gazla and cannot hide it anymore? Is Bozo really THE MAN? Let us find out on Part II of this story to be posted tomorrow on Mthoko Says... Please do not forget to share this post within your social network and if you haven't subscribed to or followed this bog yet, now is the time to do so. Rumour has it that our other friend Johnny John yesterday had another run in with the police, this time patrol officers from the South African Police Service. Hopefully I should be able to share that with you on Monday when I have all the details.