Women are funny people. I don't understand them. Some men say they do, but they're just lying. If you think you understand a woman she'll do something completely off the wall, just to confound you.
If you're wondering why I'm pontificating about women it's because of Betty. She's a sweet young thing that lives next door to me. She and her husband moved in about a year ago. She's about twenty, with him a year or two older.
Me, I'm somewhat older, in my forties and alone now, since my wife died.
Betty is a flirtatious young thing. Flirts with everyone, even me. I've seen some of the lads around the neighbourhood sniffing around, but as far as I can tell mild flirtation is all Betty ever does. I actually saw one young chap try to strong-arm her in what he thought was a private corner. I was about to step in when she gave him a knee to the testicles and that cooled his ardour right quick. I whispered in him later about how easy it is to break arms when you know how, pointing out that I knew how but was out of practise. I insinuated that if I saw him again I'd get that practice in.
Not that I'm totally innocent. I've done a little gentle pushing when Betty had been in a particularly playful mood, but the little wretch is quite skilled at deflating an ego and having you back off.
One Saturday she came waltzing into my place. Just a quick bang on the back door and there she was, all vibrant and bouncing. I forget what she came over for, something minor that she hoped I could help her with.
Now I have noticed that when she wants something, Betty is especially flirtatious. It doesn't matter how big or how small the request might be, she pulls out all stops, flirting like crazy so that you find yourself offering to do any little service she might require.
Because Betty was after something she was in full flirt mode. She wore a loose blouse that had one button too many undone, showing some very nice cleavage and the edges of a skimpy lacy bra. She also had on a flirty skirt (naturally) and as far as I was concerned the hem was about one inch too high. I'll swear I could see the edge of her panties when she bounced along.
I got whatever it was she was after and she was just standing talking, saying thank you. As always she was standing just that little bit too close, making you very much aware that you were a man and she was a woman.
Because I'm so much bigger than her I had to look down at her. Was it really my fault that my eyes just kept on looking down, straight down the front of her blouse? The little minx spotted where I was looking, of course. She giggled, leaned forward slightly and gave a pretty little shake which did all sorts of interesting things to her natural attributes.
"You, my pet, are a minx. What you need is a good spanking."
She laughed outright at me.
"Probably," she said. "Why don't you suggest it to Tom and see what he thinks."
"Ha. You've got your husband under your thumb from what I can see," I grumbled. "He'd probably agree that you need one but there's no way that he'd give it to you."
She giggled again.
"True. Looks like I'll have to miss out."
To add a point to her comment she gave another little shake, and I could see her lovely breasts wobbling around in a bra too small to contain them.
"Well you'd better be careful, my pet," I growled. "Another little trick like that and I'll put you over my own knee and paddle you."
"Ooh, big man," she giggled. "I dare you." With that she leaned even lower and gave another wriggle.
I never could resist a challenge. I swung out the chair next to me and sat on it, at the same time catching hold of Betty's arm and giving it a quick tug. Betty found herself falling forward over my knee before she could even think to resist.
I flicked her skirt out of the way and my hand came down smartly on her bottom, or on a nice lacy pair of panties to be exact.
Betty squealed in surprise and indignation.
"What the hell do you think you're doing," she demanded.
"Spanking you, just like you dared me to," I pointed out. "Are you backing out of the dare now?"
"B-but I didn't think you really would," came the protest.
"Well, now you know otherwise. Are you backing out of the dare?"
"No, damn you. I can handle anything you dish out."
"That's nice to know," I murmured. "Ah, you should note that I'm not in a hurry to finish this. It's nice to have you at a disadvantage for once."
With that I brought my hand down for a second spank.
"Are you counting these, by the way?" I asked her. "I move on to stage two after half a dozen spanks. Let me know when I've reached that target, won't you."
"How many stages are there," demanded Betty. "I thought you'd just give a quick paddle and that's it."
"Really," I said, giving the third paddle. "Where's the fun and finesse in that?"
I delivered the next two spanks in quick succession.
"That's five," muttered Betty, squirming slightly. "What's the second phrase?"
"And this is six," I said, my hand coming down again. "I'm sure that you'll concede that apart from the embarrassment, so far it hasn't really hurt at all. True?"
