I am a widower in my early fifties raising 2 daughters aged 22 (Jessica) and 18 (Michelle). I live in a good neighborhood in which we still can leave our doors open. My home has always been one of these and my daughters' friends always know that they can let themselves in, grab a bite in the kitchen, and hang out until whichever daughter they are visiting comes home. In my yard I have a deck with a patio table set, a hot tub, and a fire pit.
I was in the backyard collecting the twigs off the hot tub cover to save for use as kindling for the fire pit when Maggie, an 18 year old friend of my youngest, came bouncing through the house and through the sliding doors to the yard. Although she has just a few extra pounds, she is still quite pretty with an ass that perfectly filled out her pair of jeans.
"Hiya Mr. B." she said as she bounded into my arms for a hug. Being that she was a good 6" shorter than me, her head nestled against my chest during our hug.
I don't know what got into me, but seeing that I had a small twig in my hand, I gave her a friendly swat with it on her butt. I immediately cringed figuring that I went over the line and she'd slap me, or worse.
Instead, she didn't move but squeaked, "again".
Tentatively, I gave her another swat.
"Another, but harder" was her next command.
Emboldened, I took another, more forceful swing with the stick, which was answered with a whimper, "better, keep going".