I had been found out. Not only had she found me doing it, she had told my wife. And my wife Judy had challenged me about it. I was in real trouble.
Two days earlier our friend Christine had walked in and found me eating a bar of chocolate. I was on a diet. “Caught you” she says. Of course I ask her not to say anything, but women friends can’t help chatting.
We had known Christine for a couple of years - slim in her mid-forties, divorced, attractive in a reserved way. Friendly, but quiet and not fully over Nick, who had simply walked out for another woman. Christine had lost her confidence and was still not ready for dating. We were good friends - she and Judy got on fine, and I found her pleasant to get on with as “the best friend’s husband.” Most days Judy and Christine would share a coffee or shop together.
But now it was Saturday - Judy had gone, on the off chance, to visit her mother which would take her two or three hours, when Christine walked in.
“Hi”, she said, “Judy around?”.
“Sorry - gone to her mother’s, won’t be back till later”.
“Not to worry” said Christine, “I’ll see her tomorrow, leave you to it”.
I suddenly remembered her catching me eating the chocolate biscuit, and remembered her telling Judy.
“Oh, before you go…….” I said it as she headed for the door.
“Yes?”
I adopted a mock severe tone. “I want to ask you about something”. Christine turned. “You got me in trouble the other day.”
“Sorry………….” Christine looked bemused.
“Fancy telling my wife you caught me eating a chocolate biscuit”.
Christine smirked. “Serves you right………” I help up my hand to stop her.
“If you were a child”, I said to her, “I would put you across my lap and give you a good spanking for doing that”.
Suddenly thought I shouldn’t have said that - we were only friends and that could put a tension in the relationship. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that” I quickly got out.
But Christine stood there with a shocked embarrassed look, but with a smile on her face. Suddenly I realised everything was about to change. I had never thought of her as more than a friend, but suddenly as she stood there in her short skirt and T-shirt, I thought: that is really what I would like - to get her over my lap. And was suddenly aware by her demeanour that that is what she would like as well. The silence seemed to last for ages as both our minds and imaginations whirled. It was me who broke the ice.
I looked at her in mock sternness “So you had better come through to the sitting room and prepare yourself over my lap”.
I walked through to the sitting room, wondering if she would follow, and sat in the middle of the settee. I waited for what seemed eternity - perhaps 30 seconds, before Christine appeared, and sheepishly, looking down at the floor, walked over, scrambled onto the settee and lay over my lap. It felt wonderful to have her there, but I was a bit bemused as to what I should do next, then thought - I am will go as far as she will let me.
I reached for the hem of Christine’s skirt and lifted in above her waist to reveal her panty-clad bottom. All this time it had been “hidden” under her clothes - it was beautiful, and I ran my hand over her ass softly.