This is a work of fiction. I am not an old man and neither am I a woman. I have no hands on knowledge of spanking and very little of BDSM. I apologise if there is failure in the detail. Any similarity to persons live or dead is purely incidental. Enjoy and thanks for reading.
CH2
June 2020. Lockdown week Thirteen
Two days later there was a ring at Sarah doorbell. Her husband answered the door and then flounced into the kitchen laden with flowers and a box.
"It was the old bastard. You must have showed a hell of a lot of leg last time you were there."
The beautiful and expensive looking flowers had a card attached.
"Sweetest Sarah. I cannot convey my appreciation enough for your kindness, patience and forgiveness. These and the accompanying presents only go a small way towards my indebtedness to you. Enjoy! The Major"
In the box were a bottle of Beefeater Gin, two tonics and two bottles of Villa Maria Sauvignon Blanc.
"Guess that's a major apology." thought Sarah. I best text the bastard a thank you.
"Thank you for your kind and thoughtful gift Major. Does this mean you expect me to help with your shopping this week?" She pressed the send button not really wanting any reply. She still felt very unnerved by last weeks events but even more so by her reaction to them. The emptiness between her legs still ached and her husband was currently of no interest to her. The stubble between her legs itched when her panties rubbed and her nipples were continually tender. But the more she recalled the events of that afternoon the harder it became to ignore the fact she liked it. She liked him. She liked his power, his aura, his no messing, no pussy footing, straight down the line ness. More, she had never even considered any kind of non vanilla sex. Her husband always accused her of being "no fun" but the truth was she was scared of anything out of the ordinary. She knew her husband had been plenty of places in the Kinky world and he wanted to take her there to but she would have none of it. Until now.
Her phone pinged with the incoming message.
"I had hoped you would be able to find it in you to do so. I have further gifts here for you which I was rather hoping you might accept. The shopping is coming on Thursday at 1pm. You'll see the lorry as usual. I believe your husband will be at his place of work so time will not be short."
"I'll think about it." she replied.
"As you wish." was his short sharp response to her lack of obedience.
"How did he know he'd be at work? What does he want more time for? More importantly do I want to give him more time? Don't fool yourself stupid. You want more of this you know you do. Yes it may be cheating but it will not last long and there will be no harm done as long as hubby knows nothing. But I don't want to encourage him or let him think I'm a push over. He's a bully and bastard and I want nothing more to do with the old git. But fuck me he turned me on like I don't know. You can't, you know it's not right. Yeah but fuck me it was good..." she argued with herself. This turmoil continued until Thursday morning. The forecast was for a scorcher 30 plus degrees by lunchtime.
"Bye handsome. Have a good day. I'll see you tonight. You want Pizza for dinner?"
"Ah Ha." A quick peck on the cheek and Sarah's unsuspecting husband was out the door to work.
"Glad to be out of her way. She has been moody and difficult for days and i figured it has to be hormones or period pains or some other such crap she always blames it on. Glad I know all too well when to stay clear of moods. They are nothing a couple nice bottles of red won't ease. Any way, it's shopping day for the old boy down the road so that might give her a boost. She seems to like his company. Maybe she sees him as a stand in for father, god bless him. God I hope she's in a better mood later. Maybe I'll get a shag this weekend and this afternoon." He thought as he walked to truck.
8.30. 5 hrs. "Fuck what am I going to do. Have a cup of tea and wash up." Sarah stressed.
9.30. 4 hrs. "Fuck fuck fuck. What am I going to do. Go for a wee. Three cups of tea and I need another wee." She carried on stressing
"Have a shower. Yeah good. Nice long shower. Chill." Naked she stepped into the spotlessly clean all glass wet room shower and turned on the water. Standing under the jets she had to adjust the spray pattern to the less powerful waterfall head. It was more relaxing than stinging needle jets. She was already immensely hot so turned down the shower temperature to cool. She washed and conditioned her hair and then soaped her body. She enjoyed the sensations of the cool water and her hands rubbing all over her nipples and made doubly sure all of her private parts were thoroughly cleaned. She very much enjoyed that too. "I might just..." She reached for the hard nub between her legs, a bit of firm pressure and some circular motion and "ooh yes that's good.. Aah that's really aah aah oh god!" Her legs involuntarily clamped together and she leant against the glass panel for a minute or two enjoying the contrast between cool water and other warm sensations circulating through her body.
From habit, she reached for razor and pulled her pubic mound tight ready to apply the implement. She looked at the sprouting dark stubble and stopped dead. "What the fuck you doing? Why are you stopping? Shave you silly cow. 'Ladies don't shave their lady parts like a porn film slut'. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!!"
She leant against the glass. "What the fuck am I going to do?" She wanted to cry. Her head had been in complete turmoil for days. She couldn't sleep properly and had drunk far too much to try and drown out the problem.
"I am stronger than you you bastard!" she wailed "Stronger than you. Stronger than you. Stronger than you."
And with that new resolve she shaved. She applied proper shaving gel and made sure she shaved every single possible place there could plausibly be a hair. Everywhere possible. Front, back and everywhere in between. And then she did it again. "Fuck you!"
Finished, now smoother than a baby girl's girlie bits and looking like the very best porn star slut, she dried herself with a fluffy towel and walked into her bedroom to dry her hair. As she waived the dryer this way and that watching her hair blow in the hot wind the next conundrum hit her. "What the fuck am I going to wear?" Still wrapped in a horribly hot thick fluffy towel and hot from the hair dryer air she sweated as she looked out of her bedroom window. The sun was streaming and not a cloud in the sky. "I've got a couple of hours, I'm going to grab some sun." she thought.
So donned her favourite white string bikini, it was big enough to be decent, but small enough not to create ridiculous tan lines. She threw on a light cover up and went to the garden shed for a sun lounger and plonked herself on it. From the kitchen she grabbed her phone, some earbuds and a gossip magazine. She loved her garden, completely private except for the far end which was overlooked by the house beside them. She happily disrobed of the cover up and her bikini top, set up the ear buds, tuned the phone to Smooth Radio and lay down to read her magazine.
By 11.45 she was sweating profusely, had read the magazines good bits and was getting thirsty. She popped on the cover up and went to the fridge for an orange juice. Instead she spotted the open bottle of the Majors Villa Maria and figured "what the hell. I am not driving anywhere." so poured herself a large glass and returned to the sun bed to read more trashy "it happened to me" stories. She slurped on the wine, enjoying the refreshingly cold but seemingly quite tasteless flavours. Half an hour later as the thermometer hit 31 degrees she was so hot she had another shower to cool down. She poured herself another large wine on the way back to her sunbed, on arrival she stripped of the cover up and was about to lie back when a thought struck her. "Maybe I could get an all over sun tan this year." She had never had the balls to go completely naked anywhere except the bedroom or bathroom.
She slipped off the bikini bottoms and lay on her tummy on the sun bed. Aware of her nakedness she felt the sun on her bum and it reminded her of the rather more intense warmth the Major had induced. She slurped on the wine. She turned over on to her back and felt the same warmth on her front. She opened her legs and her baby smooth mound felt the suns heat. "No. I can't do this today." she thought and put the bikini bottoms and the top back on. She finished the wine, looked at the glass and thought "Shit! Where did that go?" Looking at her watch she figured another half an hour before deciding what to wear to the Majors.
An hour later she woke with a start. Her watch told her it was 1.35pm. "Shit I'm late! Bollocks. Fuck!" She ran towards the house grabbing the cover up glad that she had put the whole bikini back on. She found a door key and ran to find the shopping sat on the Majors door step. She opened the door and shouted.
"Major. Major it's me. I'm a little late. I'm really sorry. The shopping is here already."
"Tardy time keeping dear, tardy but at least you are here. Thank you for coming. Good God woman. What the devil are you wearing? "
"Sorry. Sorry. I was in the garden sun bathing and fell asleep. Sorry. It'll not take me long to put this away. Sorry sorry."
The white button fronted beach cover up, being made of thin cotton, was slightly transparent. It came to about half way between her knees and her crotch. The top was a couple of spaghetti straps with a knot behind the neck holding the front of the garment below her armpits and across the top of her breasts. The top three buttons were undone and the white bikini retaining her fleshy mounds underneath was perfectly visible, more so when the two fabrics came into contact or when she leant forward. In the afternoon heat and after the running and the carrying of the shopping, Sarah had quite a sweat on. The damp material clung to her back and she was relieved when all the shopping was away.
"Right Major, I'll be on my way. See you next week."
"Thank you dear. That is very helpful but there is still one more thing. I still have light bulb to be changed and I really can't do it alone. The steps and the bulb are still there. Could we try again my dear?"
Sarah was taken aback and stuttered and slurred a little.
"Well I don't really know Major. You abused me last time and I don't think I wish to go through that again. I think it possibly better if I don't."
"Oh but dear. You are my only visitor and I need you so badly since my poor wife passed away. Please reconsider my dear."
"Oh Major. Damn it. Alright but please behave this time."
"Thank you dear and don't forget I have some extra gifts for you afterwards."
