I live in a group of units. Most of them are owned by the people living in them but a couple of them are rentals. We're like a small village, with all of us knowing each other.
The unit next to mine has been a long term rental, but the guy renting it had finally scraped up a deposit and moved into a house of his own a few weeks back. There's now a new tenant, Heather, by name. A fairly attractive woman, early twenties would be my guess.
I had introduced myself when she'd first arrived but hadn't had a chance to really get acquainted. This was something that I intended to fix fairly soon. Like I said, she was an attractive young woman and she didn't seem to have a significant other attached.
Significant other. They're what my old granny would have called weasel words. To be blunt, I'd checked the woman out and as far as I could tell she had no current lover, meaning she was fair game.
I was still at the casual greeting stage when Heather had a little party with a couple of her friends. They met up at her place one Friday evening, and by the time they departed, in a taxi, they were quite merry. From remarks I overheard they were meeting up with friends at a nightclub. Good luck to them, I thought.
I don't know what woke me that night, but at about two in the morning something disturbed me and I woke. It took me a minute or two to get myself together, but then I got up, pulled on some trousers and started prowling around, trying to work out what was bothering me.
I opened the front door and glanced out, saw nothing and was about to go back to bed when I heard someone swear. Curious I stepped out to take a closer inspection of what was going on.
Heather and her friends had arrived home and had passed the merry stage, moving on to quite pissed. I was going to go back inside and not worry about them when it registered that they were clustered around a car, trying to open it. And it wasn't Heather's car. It was mine.
Naturally I headed over to defend my property. By the time I reached it Heather had actually managed to pop the lock and was getting in, apparently getting ready to hot-wire it. She was not happy at all to have me appear and demand to know what the hell they thought they were doing.
"I'd have thought it was obvious," Heather enunciated, slowly and clearly to make sure to get the message across. "We've run out of alcohol and we're going down the street to buy some more."
"And you need to break into my car to do this?" I asked.
"Well, I can't take mine," Heather pointed out. "I'm over the limit and I don't want my car confiscated by some over-zealous cop, now do I?"
"The same applies to mine," I said dryly. "Out."
Heather and her friends hopped out, grumbling.
"We'll have to find another one now," grumbled Heather. "You're being so unfair."
"I'm going to be even more unfair," I told her. "The three of you are calling it a night and going to bed. There's no way I'm letting you get loose on the road in your condition."
The situation degenerated a little at that point. The girls had an interesting grasp of the language and were quite versatile in their descriptions of me. Despite that I shepherded them ruthlessly over to Heather's place and inside. I had an unfair advantage in doing this as I was both sober and more than twice the size of any of the girls. When I put my mind to it I can be a very intimidating character.
Once in the house I ordered the three of them to bed, with threats if they left the house again. Heather got quite incensed.
"Bed?" she muttered. "Go to bed. That's all men ever think of. Go to bed. I am not," she said loudly, "going to bed with you. How dare you suggest it?"
"I don't want to go to bed with you," I pointed out. "I just want the three of you to go to bed so I can go home."
I wasn't expecting her to get physical so I wasn't fast enough. Heather slapped me, hard. I was so startled by the suddenness of the assault that Heather could consider herself lucky I didn't slap her back.
"How dare you say you don't want to go to bed with us," Heather flared at me. "Who do you think you are? We're the ones who decide who we sleep with. Not you."
Never try to use reason on a drunk. (Or a woman.) They're immune to it. What I did was take a deep breath and brace my shoulders. It had the effect of making me look a lot larger and a lot more intimidating, especially when I had a scowl on my face.
"Go to bed," I said very quietly, and three suddenly very nervous young ladies turned and headed towards the bedroom.
"Heather," I called, and she froze for a moment. "Sleep naked. It will save me having to take off your panties when I come around to spank you in the morning."
The bedroom door closed very firmly, and I left, locking the main door behind me. I didn't think that they'd be out again.
I went home, went to bed and went to sleep, assuming that was the end of it. I would have a word to Heather about trying to borrow my car but there was no urgency. I also resolved to keep the car locked in the garage in future.
As you can imagine I was slightly surprised when Heather's two friends knocked on my door next morning about ten o'clock. I answered, said good morning and looked expectant. I was half assuming that they were there to apologise. Not so.
"Um," one of them said, trying not to giggle, "Heather wants to know when you're coming over to spank her. She says she can't wait forever."
"You're kidding?"
The girls shook their heads.
"No," said the second girl. "You promised you were going to spank her last night when we tried to pinch your car. Heather's real sorry and waiting for you."
I remembered the offhand spanking comment. I didn't remember making a promise. I was just going to dismiss the whole thing but thought, what the hell. I followed the two girls over to Heather's unit.
Walking into Heather's bedroom, I found her still in bed, blankets pulled up around her neck and looking nervously expectant. I looked down at her, keeping my face straight. Then I reached down and took hold of the blankets and went to pull them down. Heather clutched onto them for a moment, but relinquished them when I lowered my eyebrows and gave her a look.
I pulled the blankets down and Heather's face when red as I exposed her quite delectable body. She had indeed gone to bed naked in anticipation of getting spanked. Interesting. Her two little voyeur friends were quietly giggling.
"I know. I stuffed up and I'm sorry," Heather muttered. "But this is just a spanking and that's all and you'd better remember that."
"That is for me to decide," I told her firmly. After all, if you're going to be dominant, you might as well be completely dominant.
"However," I added, seeing she was now looking more nervous than ever, "there is a small problem that had to be resolved before I can spank you."
"What?" Heather asked, sounding very cautious.
I smiled at her two friends.
"It wouldn't be fair for me to spank just you," I pointed out. "Your two friends were with you and if I'm going to spank you I should really spank them, too. And as they seem so interested in your spanking I assume that they'll be just as interested in their own."
