CLAIR: Yes, I understand SSC, what are you planning?
LOU: A little surprise for Mr. Franklin. Friday evening. But he's old you know. If I don't call or text by midnight, call his phone. If he answers, ask why I haven't called. If he doesn't answer call the Chain fire department and request a wellness check.
After a while Clair texted back.
CLAIR: Are you sure Gran?
LOU: Never been surer Clair. Love you. Talk to you later tonight.
Having lived on a farm her whole life, Lou knew how to use tools. She dragged an old sawhorse out of the back of the barn and into the shed. She drilled a hole near the base of each leg and bolted in an eyebolt from the local hardware store. She took an old horse blanked and wrapped it several times around the top of the sawhorse to pad it, tying some rope around it to hold it on. Then she went into the kitchen and cooked a nice meal for one. The quantities were obviously for one: one pork chop, one baked potato, one salad. She set the table for one, put the salad in the refrigerator, put the plate in the oven on warm and put a note describing where dinner could be found on the table. The note ended with "I'm sorry I can't join you, but when you're finished with dinner come to the old shed. Don't bother to knock this time."
Lou stripped naked and left all her clothes in the dirty clothes hamper. She then walked naked across the barnyard to the old shed; after all, there was nobody around to see, yet. She had everything ready. She had brought a TV Table out from the house. On the table were a few things designed to send a very clear signal to Leon. First there was a bottle of Olive oil. Second, the brand-new Hitachi vibrator. Third a ping pong paddle that was left over from years ago when they used to have a table. She wasn't sure about the ping pong paddle. She had never tried any type of impact play, and she had NO idea how Leon would react. But she wanted to find out, and she figured a ping pong paddle was safer on her ancient butt than some of the other impact toys she had seen on the web.
She closed the shed door but couldn't lock it since the hasp was outside. She put the Ball Gag in her mouth and tightened the strap, but not too tight. She put a cuff around each ankle and clipped them to the eye bolt on the legs on the end of the sawhorse facing the door. Then she locked the handcuffs on, one on each wrist, double locked them so they wouldn't overtighten, and threw the key into the corner of the shed where she couldn't reach it. Then, laying along the length of the sawhorse, face down with her pendulous tits hanging down on each side of the rail, Lou locked the other end of each hand cuff to the eyebolts. During this whole process she never hesitated, never stopped to think, she was focused and determined. She just hoped Leon wasn't delayed or worse yet, had a wreck. But then she had Clair for a safety. Still, it could be a long night!
Leon arrived right on time and just walked right in the back door as Lou never locked it. He called out her name a couple of times and looked in the living room before he saw the set table and the note. Reading it he thought, "Well, I wondered when you would get around to this Lou. I guess it's tonight."
Leon thought about just heading straight out to the shed, but it was obvious Lou had done a lot of preparation, he didn't want to upset her plans, and he WAS hungry, especially smelling that pork chop. Leon poured himself a glass of iced tea, pulled the plate and salad out and enjoyed an excellent dinner. He then put the dishes in the sink, started a pot of coffee, used the restroom, and THEN headed out to the shed.
Lou was starting to get just a bit worried. She had no way to tell time, but she had heard Leon drive up some time ago. And her knees were starting to hurt. She hadn't expected this, but she couldn't really bend her knees much and the arthritis was kicking in. Also, her sternum was beginning to tire from the pressure of the sawhorse on her ribs, padding or not. This wasn't quite as easy as those 20-year-old bondage models made it look! But, like when George used to chain her up in this very shed, she really had no option but to endure. And this realization, of total helplessness, of total dependance on Leon, was, well, it was making her wet; wetter than she had been in years and years.
Lou wasn't sure how Leon was going to react. She thought it would be one of three things: a) He would open the door, be horrified, release her, leave, and never talk to her again. b) He would open the door, be annoyed, release her, tell her to never do anything like this again but remain a friend with privileges (another new term she had learned from Google). c) Well, let's just say that what she got was option c.
Leon opened the door. He was expecting to find a nude Lou, locked to a chain in the shed. After all, she and George had explained the entire Weight Loss Program and their use of the shed on that interesting evening so many years ago. What he found, on opening the door was a very shapely, if a little wrinkled ass staring straight at him. Leon walked around the sawhorse slowly, taking in the entire scene and noting the ball gag, the cuffs and the handcuffs. He then looked over the contents of the TV Table and he did indeed understand the messages portrayed there very clearly. Leon had never thought about spanking but looking at that ass, and looking at that ping pong paddle, he was intrigued to try.
"Well, you've certainly done a lot of preparation slut." Leon said in a slow, low voice. After he said it, he wondered why he had called her a slut, it wasn't a term he ever used? And then he wondered if he just ruined the mood, Lou had been his friend and fellow church member for years. But if she was offended, she didn't show it. She'd heard the word used, along with slave, cum dump and much more on the internet. And she was a slut, thought Lou, and she determined to wear the title proudly. She wanted to be Leon's slut!
Rubbing his hand lightly over her ass, Leon occasionally let his fingers stroke her labia or brush across her clit. Then without warning he quietly picked up the paddle with the other hand and brought it down squarely on the left cheek. He instantly regretted how hard, in his excitement, he had brought the paddle down. It made a really loud smack. Lou gave a sudden intake of breath through the hole in the ball gag, then slowly exhaled and Leon could swear that she purred.
As Leon had intended, the stroke had caught Lou completely by surprise. In fact, had she been anticipating it the pain might have been worse. But she had read a story about spanking on Literotica where the submissive focused on FEELING the pain and ABSORBING the pain, so that's what she was prepared for, and that's what she did. And the sting carried right across her ass and into her Clit. As did the second strike, and the third strike, and the fourth strike. By the fifth it was becoming more than she could take, except she had no choice but to take as many strikes as Leon chose. And in that moment, she understood just how much she trusted this man. They had never discussed this, what was it they called it, a "scene". He had no idea how much she could take, hell, SHE had no idea how much she could take, but she wasn't afraid.
Leon was having about the same thoughts, not the "shit this hurts" part, but the part about when to stop. Lou's ass was already turning a bright shade of pink. And he didn't want to create any deep bruising, at their age that could cause blood clots. He decided to lighten up a bit and continue to 10 unless Lou showed more obvious signs of distress. Six. Seven, she was moving her ass quite a bit now between strokes. Eight. Nine, was she swearing through the gag? He couldn't tell. Ten, one final hard one, and Lou did a sudden inhale and a long slow exhale.
"That was hard work and I think I left my iced tea in the kitchen," Lou said. "Think I'll go get a refill and when I come back, I can give you another 10, perhaps a little harder this time?" And with that put the paddle on Lou's back and walked out the door. Leon had never heard of a "mind fuck" but he instinctively knew how to do it!
It took a few minutes for the words to sink in before Lou thought "He's left?" then "10 more?!!!"
