Jocelyn had just moved into Fran's neighborhood, in a back-split next door, and had been getting settled into her surroundings with her two other room mates. Jocelyn was nearly ten years older than the other girls of the house, but enjoyed their youthful exuberance. Her schedule was not conducive with the other girl's daytimers and found herself coming home late at night throughout the week. On the weekends the other girls, Rachel and Jill, had very hectic social schedules. Jocelyn was feeling a bit lonely in her new home town.
She spent a lot of time reading on the enclosed front porch relaxing on a comfortable deck chair with an attached faux leather ottoman. She often stayed out there until all hours of the night accompanied with the somber lighting she afforded her veranda and usually a glass of ice-wine or a cup of steaming java. When she wasn't immersed in a book until the wee hours of the morning, her attention veered into the comforting neighborhood scene. She became a bit of a voyeur, and even wrote about her observations in a burgeoning journal notebook, and her personal reading became less and less a focal point of her pastime of porch sitting.
Her next door neighbor captured Jocelyn's voracious attention the most. Fran seemed to live a similar lifestyle to her living into the wee hours of the morning. Fran seemed to receive a lot of female company at her home, and she often brought one or two young women home with her at a time. Jocelyn's imagination knew no bounds and simply wanted to get to know Fran and to discover the secrets and temptations of her closest potential friend.
One Saturday afternoon, Jocelyn went out and procured a fine bottle of red wine and a bouquet of tulips. She appeared at Fran's doorstep donning a semi casual sheer black pantsuit she had been saving for a special occasion. With a nearly smug grin on her face, she rang Fran's doorbell. She was surprised when the doorbell chime rang to the tune of the dead man's march!
Fran came to the door, opening it to greet Jocelyn with a smile, and invited her inside. Jocelyn explained she had wanted to come by to meet her neighbor and brought a couple of gifts to a possible new friend in her area. Jocelyn further explained she lived a strange schedule due to her choice of career. Fran instinctively knew Jocelyn was spying on her, perhaps innocently, and had witnessed the ebbing and flowing of the young ladies that were permitted into Fran's inner sanctum.
Fran invited Jocelyn to sit down on her comfortable, plush velveteen sofa which was amply stuffed and truly a time sink if you let it work its magic. After an hour of delightful conversation -- and far too much wine -- the women separated only by years of chronological age took a tour of her home. Jocelyn was lead her by the hand -- which was startling at first but became surprisingly comforting -- through the spacious and well appointed kitchen noting the one cabinet with a peculiar multitude of spatulas and wooden spoons. She was lead out through a sliding glass door into the spacious backyard with a large oval shaped swimming pool, wooden sauna shed, large eight person hot tub, a cabana filled with many flamboyantly colorful outfits in an adjoining walk in closet, and a marble stoned veranda complemented with an assortment of benches and chairs. She led Jocelyn by hand, almost instinctively patting her bum as she ascended the shag carpeted staircase (which could have been awkward if not unwelcome, but Jocelyn did not even seem to notice Fran's gesture). She led Jocelyn out to a balcony which was quite spacious with ample lighting and several lounging chairs. The view lead across to a bustling apartment complex and Jocelyn felt she could easily be watched by curious apartment dwellers across the way. The tour did not take Jocelyn to the last room, Fran's den of iniquity, and the women headed back to the front door pledging to meet again - perhaps for dinner or a night out - and Jocelyn was invited to be welcome in Fran's presence whenever she needed company. Jocelyn's departure was topped off with a tight embrace, a kiss on the cheek, as Fran's meandering hands descended down the small of her back and to her delicate bum. Again, Jocelyn was oblivious to what previously may have felt awkward or unwelcome. Jocelyn returned home with a racing curiosity about Fran.
That night, Fran had two guests arrive with her in her gas guzzling SUV. Jocelyn marveled within herself that Fran's interest in the demure, gentler sex knew no bounds. Her intense curiosity flared and Jocelyn could resist the temptations of the voyeur no longer. Jocelyn left the comfort and security of her veranda, and tip toed over to Fran's home, next door, to peer in through the windows. As she looked through the spacious French windows peering into the living room, she saw that all three women were ascending the stairs. Jocelyn circumvented the locks of the gate to the backyard and watched as the light in one of the unexplored rooms illuminated the darkness of the moonless night.
Jocelyn did the unthinkable. She climbed to a ledge on the second floor. Jocelyn was still very young at heart, athletic, and kept good care of herself. She carefully looked into the window from her precipitous and precarious perch to witness what would change her life forever. For the next hour, both of the young women were spanked! The women could have been easily in their mid twenties, but they both avidly craved the attention of Fran. Each was spanked in a multitude of positions, with Fran's strong hands, with a wooden hairbrush that seemed to fit like a glove in the palm of her hand, with a strap, with a small leather paddle, and with numerous other implements of pain-pleasure. Each was scolded openly which she witnessed when one of the girls was instructed to open the window in the midst of the escapade. Often one of the girls was put into a corner, naked or with a bare reddened bum, as the other was attended to. They were put in costumes from the nearby closet....and Fran attended to the dressing and undressing as she explained that naughty girls lost that privilege. The ordeals that these women endured at the hands of a proficient disciplinarian totally rocked Jocelyn's world at the foundations. When it became evident that the night's shenanigans were soon to be concluded, Jocelyn quietly scaled down from her perch and scampered home. An hour or so later, Jocelyn watched as the women were picked up by a taxi cab and returned from whence they came.
Jocelyn was mesmerized and she knew she should head off to sleep. Peering at the nearest wall clock, she saw that the time was now 3AM. She climbed out of her clothes, lying in her silken sheets, and fell off to slumber. Her dreams were vivid.
She woke up Sunday afternoon to hear her doorbell ringing. Answering the ghastly interruption of her much needed sleep, a UPS girl dropped off a package. She didn't even think couriers worked on the weekends (which they don't....giggles), and accepted the package tipping the beautiful girl in tight little brown shorts and a cleavage exposing tied off shirt.
The delivery girl winked at her, accepting a gratuity, and departed. Jocelyn went inside to inspect the package. Inside, she found a tight fitting pair of capris pants and a halter top, both form fitting, in a very pale shade of pink. There were a couple of pink ribbons as well. There was no card or note, however, to confess the identity of the sender. Jocelyn's racing mind did not even have time to contemplate the multitude of possibilities, nor whether this was some sort of practical joke, when the telephone rang. Jocelyn was the first to the phone as Rachel was soaking in a sudsy bath and Jill was hastily preparing dinner for each of their mother's that were visiting that night.
Fran - "Do you know who this is, Jocelyn?" the ominous voice on the other end of the phone inquired.
Jocelyn - "No, I don't. Who are you?"
Fran - "It's your friendly neighbourhood Franny....who likes to smack a naughty fanny. (Cackles) It seems some naughty girls like to stick their nosy parker noses into affairs that are none of their business. Tsk Tsk. And I thought you were such a nice friend after our delightful visit yesterday afternoon. And don't even try to deny it.....my security cameras recorded your climbing proficiencies for posterity. But the question is, however, how we shall deal with this sinful indulgence of yours."
(Unbearable silence)
Fran - "I think you know the answer already, albeit an uninformed and mediocre answer to the obvious vexing need for what will come upon you, but you shall soon pay witness to the epitome of my scorn. When I'm finished with this particular naughty girl, she will not sit for a week. And I think you will have to come back and see me often, while we sort out matters of your behavior over the next ... while. You will be having a very painful reminder of your place here in my life for say -- the next year or so."
Jocelyn - "Did you say the next year?"
Fran - "Yes I did. And I don't like to hear myself repeated, you little brat, so listen closely to what I have to say. You received a package today that I had an intimate friend of mine deliver in a lovely little outfit, I must admit, containing some garments I want you to don right this moment. Do you understand?"
