Changes (M/F story)

 "Hello, Jacob. Lovely day today. What are you doing?" Kelly asked, leaning heavily on the back of his chair. Jacob sighed. The girl next door was a good friend, but sometimes, she could be really annoying. She'd ask if they should hang out today, but he said he had a new book to read, and would rather be alone. She'd come over anyway.

 

“I'm reading a book,” he told her calmly. He hoped she could read between the lines and leave him alone.

 

“Why?” They were the same age, but when Kelly was bored, she could act like an attention-starved five-year-old if the fancy took her.

 

When she stood up, he felt a small hope that maybe she was going to leave him alone and go somewhere else – a hope that was dashed when she leaned forward, resting her upper body on his shoulder instead. He wondered if she was aware that her breasts were now pressing down on his shoulder. The soft feeling made him feel somewhat uncomfortable.

 

“Is there a particular reason why you're bothering me now?” he asked her.

 

“This is my new exercise routine,” she told him cheerily.

 

“Leaning on me?”

 

“Annoying you until you chase me. It's also your new exercise routine,” she explained, still in the same blissful tone.

 

“I'm not going to chase you,” he said, trying to return his attention to the book, a feat which rapidly became impossible when she picked up his glass of water and poured it down the back of his shirt. He jumped to his feet and turned to face her with the strictest glare he could muster. The glee on her face told him that she'd gotten exactly the reaction she'd hoped for, but he was too angry to care. She giggled as she turned and ran, and he followed her.

 

She kept him away by circling the table a couple of times, making sure to stay on the other side of it from him, but a quick feint allowed him to get close enough to grab her around the waist. And it was at this moment he started to wonder what he should do with her, now that he'd caught her.

 

He quickly went through his options. Lecture her? She'd never listened to him before, and she probably wasn't about to start now. Tickle her? That would only encourage her. Tell on her? He couldn't imagine her parents caring.

 

“Oh! Let me go at once, you brute,” she said giggling, trying to wriggle out of his grasp. She turned to flee, and as he watched the seat of her tight jeans wriggling around, an idea suddenly entered his mind.

 

Grabbing her wrists, he pulled her over to the couch. “Jacob? What are you doing?” Kelly said. She was still smiling, but there was a hint of nervousness in her eyes – she wasn't entirely sure what he was planning.

 

Saying nothing, he just sat down on the couch and tipped her over his lap, assuming that she'd soon figure out the answer for herself. As the first few smacks landed on her upturned backside, she gasped loudly.

 

“Ouch!” She squirmed as his palm continued to strike her seat. “You can't spank me, Jacob!”

 

“I'm sick of you bothering me when I'm trying to relax,” he lectured, ignoring her protests. “Sometimes, I'd like to be left alone, and I need you to respect that.”

 

He continued to spank her, his hand moving from cheek to cheek, and as his anger subsided, he noticed something odd. She was certainly protesting this treatment, and she hissed and wriggled as his hand landed, but she never tried to reach back or stand up – she never tried to interfere with the spanking. Maybe she was still too shocked, he thought.

 

After a few minutes of firm slaps, he decided he'd pushed his luck enough and helped her to her feet. Her hands flew to her backside to rub the sting away, but there was no anger in the wide-eyed look she gave him. She was certainly shocked, but there was something there that made him uncomfortable – a sort of acceptance, or possibly even eagerness.

 

“If I have any more trouble from you today, you'll be back across my knee with your trousers down,” he told her firmly, marching back to his desk.

 

He tried his best to focus on the book, but it was impossible. Visions of his best friend's backside, jiggling beneath his palm, kept dancing through his mind. Why had he done that? At any rate, it was too late now.

 

He didn't hear the approaching footsteps, not noticing her presence until he felt the water running down the back of his shirt again. He spun around. She grinned at him, and he realized that she was calling his bluff – hoping that there was more to his threat than words. He chased after her again. This time, he caught her almost immediately, and she only put up a token resistance as he pulled her over to the couch.

 

She began to plead as he started to undo the button of her jeans, but she didn't try to stop him as he lowered them to her knees. She was wearing pale blue cotton panties, which stretched nicely across the domes of her buttocks as she went back across his knee. There was a hint of pinkness to her backside, the only evidence of his earlier efforts. He gave her cheeks a quick rub before he started spanking.

 

She was squealing as he spanked her, but she never tried to get up. In fact, soon she was lifting her hips with every smack, raising her bottom to meet his hand, and the sound of squeals was mixed with a low moaning.

 

His hand moved from cheek to cheek, delivering stinging smacks to her quivering bottom. He wasn't lecturing her now – none of them seriously believed that this was about punishment.

 

By the time he helped her to stand, there were tears in her eyes, but she had a very satisfied smile on her face as she rubbed her rear end. He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.