In the sun (F/M story)

Mike took another sip of beer, grinning to himself. It was one of the hottest days of the year, and he was sitting in the garden, enjoying the sun, drinking beer and listening to the radio. Life was good, he concluded. For the fifth time in as many minutes, he picked up the remote, turning the sound up. 70s rock blasted across the garden.

"Excuse me?" a voice said. He looked up, and saw Christie, the next-door neighbour, leaning over the fence. Christie was in her early twenties, making her almost a whole decade younger than Mike. She was short and cute, but he'd always found her a bit stuck up.

"What is it?" he asked, not trying especially hard to be friendly.

"Well, I was wondering if you could turn the music down. It's hard to relax when there's loud rock music everywhere."

Mike stared at her as if she'd politely asked him to cut his own testicles off. "It's AC/DC!" he replied.  "The best of the best!"

"Regardless, I'm sure you can turn it down. Other people are trying to relax. "

She left, and Mike sighed. What a bitch, trying to tell him what he could and couldn't do in his own garden.

A few minutes later, he heard her voice again. "Excuse me?"

"What?" he said.

"I thought you were going to turn that down," she said, getting a little annoyed.

"You thought wrong," he answered.

"Well, turn it down," she told him. "If I have to ask you again, you're going to regret it."

Bring it on, he thought to himself as he leaned back in his chair, putting on his sunglasses. No one was coming here and telling HIM what to do.

Suddenly, the garden turned silent. He looked over at the radio, and found Christie standing there, glaring at him with her arms folded in front of her.

"What did you do that for!?" he yelled. "I was listening to that!"

"I asked you nicely, but you didn't listen," she told him, ignoring his outburst. "Now, you'll see how I am when I'm NOT being nice."

She grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet. Mike was surprised; she was a lot stronger than she looked. Before he could react, she sat down in his chair, pulling him over her knees.

"Hey!" he yelled. "What's going on!?"

"You're about to find out what happens to bratty boys around here, Mike." She raised her hand, placing a series of hard smacks on his rear end.

"Ow!" Mike kicked his legs, trying to stand up, but she was more than strong enough to hold him down.

"Oh no, you have a lot more coming to you, brat!"

"Hey, you can't do this. What if someone sees me?"

"Seeing a naughty young man getting his just deserts? I'm sure they'll find it an amusing sight, don't you?"

Young man? She was ten years younger than him! "Ok, ok," he said. "I'll turn the music down."

"See? Your attitude's improved already," she said while continuing to spank him. "This is really effective. Unfortunately for you, it's a little too late. If you'd just been this nice a few minutes ago, you'd be sitting comfortably on an un-spanked bottom right now." She grabbed his shorts, pulling them down to his knees, with his boxers following shortly afterwards. She placed a couple hard slaps on his bare bottom. "As things are now, there will be some time before you're sitting comfortably again."

As the spanking continued and Mike's buttocks grew redder, he discovered to his horror that tears were rolling down his cheeks. How could this little slip of a girl spank so hard?

By the time he was allowed to stand up, Mike was sobbing loudly, and he danced around on the lawn, rubbing his bottom furiously. Christie grinned; he looked so silly dancing like that.

"Are you going to keep your music down from now on, Mike?"

He nodded, too out of breath to speak.

"Good, 'cause the next time I have to come over here to remind you, I'm bringing my brush, and I don't think you want that."

She was right, he thought to himself, grimacing as he rubbed his stinging posterior, he didn't want that at ALL.