When I was eighteen I moved out of home into a flat of my own (with a little bit of generous assistance from my father). Living by yourself can be a little expensive and so I advertised for a flat-mate to contribute towards the rent and utility costs. After interviewing a few people I invited Mandy to live with me.
Mandy (My real name is Miranda, but nobody calls me that) proved to be a congenial flat-mate. She had a sparkling personality and, more importantly, paid her rent and share of the utilities on time. Another plus was that she had no intention of throwing wild parties.
One useful part of having a flat-mate, I found, was that you could use the presence of a second person in the flat to discourage unwanted advances from men. It's a bit hard to chance your arm at a bit of seduction when another girl sticks her head in the door and asks if anyone wants coffee.
This particular advantage helped Mandy far more than it helped me, mainly because Mandy was a deliberate and provocative tease. I won't say she grabs a man by the balls and drags him home, only to cast his loose at the last second, but it wasn't far off that. I've warned her that that sort of thing could get her into trouble but she just laughed off the warning. It was just a bit of harmless fun, she assured me, and she knew where to draw the line.
Maybe she did and maybe she didn't, but it seemed to mean that she skipped quite happily over the drawn line, only to suddenly jump back behind it at the last moment, expressing surprise that a man is taking her the wrong way.
One Friday night I got home from my date early (it was a 'help -- get me out of here' date) and went to bed in a somewhat disgruntled mood. I'd had high hopes for that date only to find out that Carl was a sanctimonious, misogynistic, prick. The sort of man that could make a drunken bum look attractive.
So there I was, quietly stewing in bed, when I heard voices and guessed that Mandy had brought her date home. Things were reasonably quiet for a while and then Mandy's voice became somewhat louder. This was different. It was usually the date that got louder when she told him time's up, there's the door.
I sat up in bed, ready to intervene if things seemed to be going awry. Moments later I decided that things were certainly going awry as Mandy seemed a little scared. With a sigh I hopped out of bed, opened my door, and lounged back against the doorframe, observing the goings on in the main room.
There was Mandy, still dressed for her date. She was wearing a short black dress that fitted her like a glove. It was a trifle on the short side but she had the legs to go with that dress. She was protesting and trying to pull away from this man, him having a firm hold on her arm.
Why she was trying to pull away from that specimen was beyond me. He fit the description tall, dark, and handsome as if it had been coined for him. Not only that but he was well groomed and well dressed, and both his haircut and his clothes looked expensive. Mandy wasn't a virgin (not that I can talk) and it wouldn't have surprised me to find she had a hold of his arm, trying to drag him into her bedroom. Still, as she wasn't I guessed I had to intervene.
"Excuse me," I called out, "but I have to break up this little love-fest. One of the flat rules specifically states no raping permitted."
The man turned his head to look at me and I could feel his eyes running over me. Not surprising as I was only wearing my nightie and it was like Mandy's dress; a trifle on the short side. The way he looked at me made me acutely aware that I wasn't wearing any underwear, not liking sleeping in undies.
"And who might you be?" he asked.
"I'm Rebecca, also known as Becky, flat-mate to Mandy, the girl you currently have attached to your arm."
"Hullo Becky. I'm Peter. As a matter of curiosity are you the same sort of consummate tease as Mandy?"
"No," I said, shaking my head. "She's in a class of her own, tease wise. Might I point out that you're still holding her? The no-rape rule also applies to you."
"I suspect that either or both of you would have a hard job trying to rape me," Peter said. "Seducing me is another matter."
"Whatever," I said with a sigh. "Please let go of Mandy and depart. Now!"
Peter turned and looked at Mandy.
"Wait a moment. Were you worried that I was going to rape Mandy? No such intention, I assure you. Tell her, Mandy."
"He said I was a consummate tease and needed to be taught a lesson. He said he was going to spank me."
I giggled. I just couldn't help it.
"So, tell me. Is this a spanking free zone as well as a rape free zone?"
"I have to admit that it's not," I told him.
"What?" I asked Mandy in response to her horrified glare. "We never made any rules about spanking. I'll tell you what. I'll stay and watch to make sure that he doesn't get carried away and try to move into the forbidden area of rape."
All Mandy could get out were a few 'buts' before Peter had pulled a chair away from the table and sat down, pulling her across his lap at the same time. That short dress promptly rode up, showing half her bottom, but that wasn't enough for Peter. He pushed it higher and with the same action yanked Mandy's panties down.
"Hey, hold on," I protested.
Peter just smiled in my direction.
"What did you expect?" he asked. "You are here to say so far and no further, after all."
I didn't know what to say to that so I did the smart thing and said nothing. Peter simply lifted his hand and brought it firmly down on Mandy's bottom. Ouch. I could practically feel that from where I was standing.
He settled down to spanking poor Mandy, talking to her softly while he did so. I don't know what he was saying but Mandy's responses seemed to be along the lines of 'but, but,' and 'it wasn't my fault'. Ha. I'd lay odds that whatever it was it was certainly her fault, the little minx.
I had a rear view of the action and it seemed to me that while the spanking had started with Mandy's legs together they had slowly drifted apart, giving me, and presumably Peter, an eyeful. It also seemed to me that some of those spanks weren't landing fully on Mandy's bottom, drifting down a little to a more sensitive area. At first I wondered if I should protest about that but then again, Mandy knew more about what was happening than me and I'm sure she'd protest if his hands went too far astray.
For some reason I couldn't help wondering what it would be like to be in Mandy's place. Was he really slapping against her mound? What would that feel like? I had to stifle my giggles. I was actually getting aroused by the while incident. That would piss Mandy off if she knew.
Mandy had a nice warm glow on her bottom when Peter called a halt. He swung her to her feet and rose to his own. Mandy had spun around to face him, her hands clutching her bottom, totally ignoring the fact that her dress was still bunched up around her waist and her panties had dropped to her ankles. If she was as aroused as I suspected Peter wouldn't have had to resort to rape. Too bad I was here to keep him in line.
Peter sauntered over to stand in front of me.
"I'll be going, mission accomplished," he said. "Before I do, if you don't mind. . ."
And with that he bent his head and kissed me. His hand went around the back of my neck and tangled in my hair, tilting my head slightly and holding it steady. Then he was kissing me. I hesitated for a moment, thought what the hell, and kissed him back.
