“…great, I’ll see you in about 20 minutes then,” I said then hung up the phone.
My new home. A spacious one bedroom, well I didn’t need any more room than that there was only me and of course my gorgeous cat.
“He’s coming over Henry,” I said to my cat as he purred happily on the corner of my dark comfy sofa. “So, you had better behave. No rubbing against him and leaving your fur everywhere, I’m the only one allowed to rub against him. Got it?”
Henry licked a paw, closed his eyes and purred louder. “I’ll take that as a yes then.”
I looked around and decided it was tidy enough. I had no intention of fussing, what you see is what you get, this is my place I will do as I please here. With that in mind I went to the kitchen and put a particularly large wooden spoon I had purchased on the counter.
TV didn’t much interest me so I put on a Sam Brown CD and curled up on the sofa to flick through a magazine. Henry decided my spot looked comfier than his and he was soon curled up with me.
The doorbell rang and I almost jumped out of my skin, not being used to the sound. I shuffled to the door in my slippers, straightened my skirt, raked my fingers through my hair and opened it.
“Hi Geoff! Come in,” I said gesturing him into my home.
“Hi Melanie,” he replied and stepped in to kiss me hello. I returned the kiss and added a hug.
“Come through, there’s not much to see but it is cosy.”
“It’s nice and you seem to be all settled in. Didn’t know you had a cat.”
“Oh, that’s Henry. Don’t let him take advantage of you. Can I get you something to drink? Tea, coffee, wine?”
“Tea would be great, thanks.”
Geoff wandered over and petted Henry then followed me into the kitchen. He immediately noticed the wooden spoon on the counter. Laughing he picked it up.
“Hmm, now what is this doing out when there appears to be no cooking going on?”
“One likes to be prepared for all eventualities,” I said with a cheeky grin on my face then turned back to the task of making tea for two.
I heard the spoon before I felt it but yelped all the same. This wasn’t how things were meant to go. Time to improvise. Turning around I grabbed the spoon out of Geoff’s hand and backed him up to my new dining table. His eyes lit up with mischief and something else…anticipation.
“This is my new dining table; do you like it?” I asked him and gripping his arms I spun him around to have a better look.
“Very nice,” he said.
“Take a closer look.” I gently pushed his back so that he lays over the dining table in the perfect position for me to use the wooden spoon on his backside. I wasted no time and bring it down hard on the seat of his pants.
“I had the spoon first!” he grumbled.
“Aww, too bad you didn’t hold onto it.” I then set up a good pace whacking each cheek as hard as I could. “I bet you can hardly feel that through those jeans.”
“Trust me,” he said, “I can feel it.”
“Nahh, not well enough. Stand up.” Geoff stood and attempted to turn around. “Ah, ah, ah, stay where you are.” I undid his belt and then his jeans and let them slide down to his feet before pushing him over the dining table again.
“Having fun Melanie?”
“Immensely!” That said I went back to whacking his bottom with abandon. Soon enough I got the few grunts of pain I hoped for.
I moved away, pulled out one of the dining room chairs and seated myself. “Get those trousers and underpants off. Time for a real spanking.”
Geoff stood again, a little breathless this time but still grinning all the same. “That was a real spanking.”
“No, no it wasn’t, come along,” I said and smiling patted my knees. I handed him the wooden spoon when he was in place. “Here, hold onto this for a while.”
Getting comfortable I held him tightly around the waist and then started smacking his bare bum with my hand. Light to medium spanks only including the tops of Geoff’s thighs, that always got his attention. He was a little tender and pink from the wooden spoon so my hand was making an impression quickly. Harder spanks had the odd ‘ow’ coming out much to my delight.
“Well you have always made it clear you were happy to have a spanking ‘just because’ so here we are,” I stated as I continued spanking though my hand was starting to feel it.
“Indeed, I do, as do you, won’t be long before you too shall be squirming and singing.”
“Yes, but not just yet. Be a good chap and pass me the wooden spoon.”
“Are you complaining?” I added a few very hard spanks with my words.
“No, no, just asking.”
“Hmm…” I alternated hard with soft spanks to keep him guessing and ensuring the target area got its just deserts.
“Geoff, can you reach one of my slippers?” I asked.
“Yes,” he replied and without being asked removes my left slipper and hands it up to me.
“You see, you are a good boy and we know what happens to good boys don’t we?” I brought the slipper down hard across his sit spots.
“Yes, we do.”
“Yes, we do, ma’am.”
I laughed and applied the slipper with vigour, alternating slow with fast, soft with hard. When both of Geoff’s cheeks were a lovely deep shade of pink and I was getting regular grunts of pain only then was I satisfied.
“All done, you did very well. I don’t have any cream in here, we shall have to go into the bedroom for that,” I added slyly.
He knelt next to my chair catching his breath a little red in the face. I caught his chin in my hand and kissed him. “You alright?”
“Yes, I didn’t expect that.”
“Decided to start as I mean to go on, besides I had to make sure my new dining suite was up to it.”
“Yeah right, any excuse will do, now my turn.”
“What? Oh, but I have to get the cream.” I jumped up and tried to run off with Geoff hot on my heels. My slipper slowed me down and he caught me before I got out of the lounge. I soon found myself face down on my own bed over Geoff’s lap, skirt up and knickers being tugged down.
“This is your house warming present which will be more of a bum warming present,” he said obviously pleased with the turn of events.
“Hang on, I started on your jeans this isn’t fair.”
“That was your prerogative and this is mine. I say on the bare. Now, I seem to remember in our last discussion the mention of six hard ones to start with the hairbrush.”
“No, that was you that said that.”
“Precisely,” Geoff said and brought the wooden hairbrush he had snagged off the dressing table on the way in down on my bottom with little mercy.
“Oooowwww, hey, not fair…Ahhh! Oooh! Ouch! No! Stop!”
“There you go six hard ones, you did well. Mr Hand to continue.”
“Oh, okay then, if you must,” I said and tried to hide my grin, knowing that I wouldn’t be grinning all the time. A perfect house warming present indeed.