Sunday, 30 May 2021

After the party (M/F story)

 Doreen staggered out of her bedroom a little after noon. She was wearing a t-shirt and thin cotton shorts, and nursing a headache. The office had to close for a few days for redecoration, so they had some time off, and she had decided to hold a little party with her co-workers. It had lasted well into the morning, and she was now feeling the effects. Well, she didn’t have anywhere to be today, so she decided to make some cocoa, watch TV, and maybe clean up if she felt like it.
 
A few hours later, the doorbell rang. She was surprised to see Cody, her next-door neighbour, standing there. Cody was a tall, handsome man, with a smile that could brighten her day. Sadly, that smile was nowhere to be seen.
 
“Hi, Cody”, she said, fluttering her eyelashes at him. “How are you doing?”
 
“Hello, Doreen,” he said curtly. “May I come in?” She nodded, and stepped aside to let him pass. He walked into the living room, casting an unapproving glance at the empty bottles and crisp packets that still littered the place.
 
She sat down on the couch, and he chose the comfy chair as he aimed a disapproving gaze in her direction.
 
“Doreen, I think you’ve had far too many loud parties lately, and it’s disturbing your neighbours. I’ve gotten used to your music blasting all night on a weekend – though it’s still annoying and inconsiderate. However, when you do it during the week…” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, that’s just not acceptable.”
 “Oh, that’s OK,” she said brightly. “None of us had work today, so we didn’t have to be up early."
 
He glared at her, slightly shocked at her reply. “That doesn’t matter! Your neighbours still have to be up early, and your music is keeping us up. I’ve been tired and distracted all day at work, and it’s all because you and your friends couldn’t keep the volume down.”
 
She shrugged. “So we’ll keep the music down. It’s not a big deal.”
 
“It’s a big deal,” he said through gritted teeth, “because it’s not the first time we’re having this conversation. You’ve told me before that you’ll turn it down, but you haven’t, have you?”
 
She folded her arms in front of her. He was right, but she wasn’t about to admit that.
 
“I’ve gotten tired of this”, he told her. “I would have expected someone like you to have the maturity to think about the effects of her actions. To tell you the truth, you’re acting more like a spoiled teenager in need of a good spanking.”
 
Doreen could feel her cheeks growing red, and she glared at him. Without thinking, she reached forward and slapped his face. How dare he say that about her!
 
But as she withdrew her hand and saw the look on his face, she realized that she may not have made the wisest choice. She was about to apologize, but before she could get a word out, he’d stood up, grabbed her arm, and pulled her to her feet.
 
“Right,” he said, in a tone of voice that made shivers run down her spine. “I was going to let you off with a warning, but I think sterner measures are needed here.” Before she could react, he’d sat down again, and she found herself over his lap. She yelped as the palm of his hand slapped down on the seat of her shorts.
 
“Ouch!” she whined. “That hurts!” The thin cotton did little to protect her rear.
 
“That’s the whole point,” he said, lecturing as if she was a small child. “I’ve tried to reason with you, so let’s see if this will make you listen.” As he talked, he continued to spank her bottom. She tried to get up, but his left hand pressed down on the small of her back, holding her in place.
 
“Stop this! Yowch! Let me up this instant, you brute! Ow!”
 
“Not a chance,” he told her in a calm, strict voice. “You’ve earned a good spanking, and I’m going to make sure you get it.”
 
She tried to reach her hands back to protect herself, but he grabbed her wrists with his left hand, holding her in place while his right continued to seek out the most vulnerable parts of her backside.
 
Finally, his palm stopped. Doreen breathed a sigh of relief and was about to stand up, when she felt his fingers in the waistband of her shorts. “What are you doing?” she squealed.
 
“What do you think I’m doing?” he replied as he lowered her shorts to her knees. He raised an eyebrow at the black thong she was wearing. It didn’t leave a lot to the imagination.
 
“Nooo,” she whined. “Can’t you pull my shorts back up? This is embarrassing!”
 
“What’s wrong,” he said, chuckling. “Don’t want me to see your bottom in a thong?”
 
“No!”
 
“Well, that’s easily fixed,” he said. Before she could react, he’d lowered the thong as well, giving him an unimpeded view of her bare bottom. She felt like she would die from embarrassment, but when his hand continued its assault on her nether cheeks, she quickly forgot all about her state of dress.
 
She was sobbing and kicking her legs, and it felt like she had been over his lap for hours by the time he finally slowed down.
 
“Now, he said, still holding her in place over his lap. “Are you going to play loud music all night?”
 
“No, sir!” she sobbed, eager to please him.
 
“Are you going to be mindful of your neighbours?”
 
“Yes, sir!”
 
“Are you going to treat them with the respect they deserve when they come to complain?”
 
“Yes, sir!”
 
“And what’s going to happen if you break these promises?”
 
She hesitated. “You’ll spank me again?” she guessed.
 
“That’s right,” she said. He helped her to her feet. “And let me warn you right now: If I have to come back here, I’m going to give you a spanking that’ll make the one you just got, seem like a gentle massage by comparison. Do I make myself clear?”
 
She nodded as she rubbed her stinging rear.
 
“Good.”
 
 
The next day, Cody was enjoying an early morning coffee when the doorbell rang. Doreen was standing on his doorstep, holding a bouquet of flowers.
 
“Hi,” she said, blushing as she handed him the flowers.
 
“What’s this for?” he asked.
 
“It’s an apology for the way I’ve acted,” she told him. “And… “ she took a deep breath. “And a thank-you for giving me something that I think I needed.”
 
“Anytime,” he told her.
 
“Yeah, that’s what I’m afraid of.” She blushed a deeper red. “Anyway, would you care to go out for a coffee sometime?”
 
“I’d love to,” he said, giving her a smile that made her weak at the knees.

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