| Straight: College: Cathy Wants a Spanking (1/3) |
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I stood watching her wipe down the kitchen worktops, or rather watching her ass, thinking how great it must have been when floors needed handscrubbing. She was average height, slender and firmer than you'd expect of a 32 year old. The jeans she always wore gave her waist a nice pinch to it, made her bottom wiggle seductively. Not of course, that she knew I was there yet. Cathy had been cleaning my flat for a couple of months now, hired by my mother after she saw the place after one of my parties. I didn't mind having the cleanest student flat ever though, neither did my flatmates, and Cathy didn't seem to mind cleaning either. She had some major credit card debts, and her boyfriend seemed to be working some shitty job that I couldn't care less about. It didn't pay well, certainly. I'd get a little kick out of sitting watching her clean, and asking her to make me a coffee now and again, and she didn't seem to mind either, chatting away about how she had been shopping, or what silly horror movie she had just watched. And that's all that might have happened, except one day, as I needed to get into a cupboard just past her, I gave her bum a light smack to get out of the way. She screamed. Loud. Then slowly turned around, waving her hands, panting for breath, but with a look in her eye that I thought I could recognise. "Sorry!" "That's alright." "I just watch too many of these silly horror movies!" I watched her panting, smiling, with that glint in her eye, and started thinking. I couldn't really get to sleep that night. I was slow to begin with, just swatting her a couple more times, telling her off for nothing in particular, and with each new little liberty I took, she just got even more friendly, more... submissive, maybe, I thought. It got to the stage where I could swear she hung around after I asked her for some coffee, so that I would slap her ass and leave her giggling. Then last time, as she came in, wearing her jeans and t-shirt as usual, and her training shoes, I stopped her at the door. I put on a serious face, and tried not to laugh when I saw her face fall. "Cathy, I'm concerned." "Yes?" "This carpet is very new, and I am concerned that it is getting too much wear." "Oh... right..." "I'd like you to take your shoes off when you enter my flat." I saw her glance down at the hiking boots I was wearing, but she didn't say anything. "Oh, sure, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, it's no problem..." she was saying, as she crouched down and started untying the laces. "You can take your socks off too, I'm sure you have very pretty feet." I watched her pause... she had obviously not been planning to show them off. Then I watched her take off her shoes, and then slowly her socks, which she pushed into her white trainers. She did have pretty feet. I beamed a smile at her as she stood up, and she looked relieved, and gave me a big smile back. "That's better. Now go and get me a cup of coffee!" I spanked her again as she hustled past me, making her squeal and skip into the kitchen. I |
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