Andy sat in his kitchen looking out the window, drinking his morning tea. Several years ago, he had brought this very large house at the end of the cul-de-sac for his family, but now the kids were off to university and his wife was always busy with something or other, and he often sat on his own at breakfast in the peace of the house. He pondered that this was probably the curse, and blessing of the average late-forties man.
One the things that had made Andy like the house was the parking; his driveways could accommodate up to eight cars, and as his family didn't need them all anymore, he let the neighbour's kids use them. Chloe, the 18-year-old daughter of one of those neighbours was walking over to her car, now. She was a pretty girl, five-foot-three, with serious curves, which he knew he should not be looking at, but they were fabulous.
Andy watched as she dumped her bag and coat, then her coffee on the top of her car, not ten feet from him. As she found her keys, she scooped up her accessories and threw them into the car. With just her coffee left to grab, she waved and smiled at Andy. He waved back, and smiled. She jumped into the car and closed the door, her coffee forgotten on the top.
'She will realise,' Andy thought to himself, but then her car started. 'No she won't,' he corrected himself, and jumped up. He was only in sweat pants and the T-shirt he slept in, so with bare feet he ran out the kitchen, out the front door, and along the front of the house, just as Chloe started to move the car. Andy sprinted along the side of the moving car and grabbed the coffee from the top, just as Chloe caught sight of him and abruptly stopped.
Chloe dropped the window, and said, "You OKAY? You scared the life out of me!"
Close to panting from the very sudden movement, Andy leaned down and brought the coffee into view, saying, "I didn't want to let you drive off with this on top, and break your flask."
"Oh my god! Thank you, I totally forgot it," Chloe said in a voice that sounded relieved. Then she added, "It's not even mine so I would have been in big trouble."
Andy leaned into her window to hand it to her, and out of nowhere she kissed his cheek and said, "My hero," then giggled.
Andy was shocked by the kiss, he had not expected it, and bubbled, "Errrrr, you're welcome." He withdrew from the car, then added, "Safe drive. See you later." What the fuck was he thinking? It was like he was talking to his wife or son.
Chloe laughed, and said, "Bye," as she drove off.
"Sounding like a right dad there, fuckwit!" he said to himself as walked back inside.
Andy spent the day on conference calls, and writing reports, not an exciting day at all. But he was finished about 4 p.m., so he went outside into the garden to trim the bushes in the front by the driveway, and tidy up the weeds. He had been improving the front of the house for a few weeks and was almost done. While he was pruning, Chloe arrived back and parked right by where he was working. He was leaned over in the brushes, his back to her, and when she exited the car all he could see was her long blonde hair.
"Good evening," he said.
"Hi," said Chloe, and then slapped his arse that was probably the closest part of him to her. "That's it. You work hard, keep those muscles so you can save my coffee," she added with a laugh.
"You are lucky I don't put you over my knee for that, young lady," Andy said, jokingly.
"Anytime; you only have to ask," Chloe replied, in a very cheeky voice, as she walked away. Then she snapped back really quickly and pinched his arse, hard, with a full-on giggle. As she ran back towards her house she shouted, "Now you have a reason to spank me." She was laughing all the way.
Two days later, Andy found himself following Chloe up the street; he was on his way back from the shops, and she was returning from work. He had to sit waiting behind her, engine idling, as she reversed into her space. He was sure she did it to make him wait, but once she was in, he drove past and parked. As he got out the car she was walking over.
"Hi," he said.
"Hi," she replied. Then added, "I was very unfair the other day. I didn't give you chance to respond," she leaned over the bonnet of his car in a very seductive manner.
Andy decided to play along. "No point spanking you with all those clothes on; you won't feel a thing." He couldn't suppress the snigger that came with it.
"Oh! I need to come inside so you can remove my panties?" she asked, in a voice that really didn't sound jokey. It was full-on seductress.
Andy knew there was nobody in, and wouldn't be for several hours, so feeling slightly uncomfortable, but determined to see how she wanted this to play out, said, "If you want to."
He pulled the bag from the back seat of the car, and locked it, walking towards the house. Two seconds later she followed him.
He opened the door and walked through, and she followed, "Christ! How far is she taking this?" he thought, as he closed the door.
He turned to find Chloe standing right in front of him. He could look straight over the top of her head, but he looked down into her pretty face, with its bright blue eyes, and wide red smile. He really did not know what to do now.
Chloe spoke first. "So, you have me in your house. What are you going to do to me?"
"God, Chloe, are you not taking the joke a little too far? Your dad would kill me if I touched you," he said.
She walked backwards slowly down the hall and into the kitchen as she said, "He'll never know, and I am not joking. I want to know what you are going to do to me."
"I have never thought about it," he lied. "What would you like?"
Chloe looked at him for a moment, then said, "Liar. I have seen you look at me, undressing me with your eyes. I don't want what I want; I want you to take control, to do to me whatever you want: hurt me, dominate me, use me!"
Andy stood there, mouth open, staring at her. He wanted to say something, but it took several seconds before any words would leave his mouth. "What the fuck, Chloe?" was the best he could manage.
"Oh, come on," she moaned. "I know you like that stuff, and I have had a couple of boring boyfriends and they don't know how to take control. I need an experienced man that knows. I know I have the strongest feelings when things are not my choice, and I know that I don't find you unattractive. I want to be taught what happens to bad girls, by an older man."
