To fully understand the context of this narrative, I would recommend you read "Loss of Amateur Status." Parts One, Two, Three and Four.
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The next day I rang Cruella and told her I needed to talk to her. She demurred but I insisted. I think she anticipated that I may have something to say about the monetary disparity I had accidentally discovered.
She answered the door in what appeared to be exercise gear. I assumed she was either on the way to or had just returned from a gym session. The look was actually rather edible; dark colored form fitting lycra that flattered her figure.
"I think you have some explaining to do regarding my remuneration. Clare mentioned a figure of $200."
She sniffed. "I don't do pro bono work. I think a fifty- fifty split is entirely fair. You should be grateful for the work."
Typical. Cruella assumes the right to dictate to me what I am worth and I am expected to be appreciative. There was no way I was going to leave it at that. The desire to cut her down was compelling. I quickly deliberated my options. A degree of humiliation combined with undeniable elements of authority as well as a hefty sexual emphasis. Aha!
I took her by the wrist and pulled her towards the nearby couch. I seated myself and pulled her onto my lap. I maneuvered her body so that she was face down across my legs in the classic spanking position. She was making little squeals and squeaks that became louder as I pealed back her shorts, tossing them on the floor thus exposing a very fine pair of buttocks. She was just possibly a little too wide hipped for some people but as I have mentioned, her beautiful olive skin really set off what I thought was a quite magnificent butt. I took a moment to appreciate the view. I gently cupped and fondled each firm orb which seemed to calm her. We can't have that I thought. Her bottom was requiring another type of attention from me.
"Agatha. You have been a very bad girl." She stiffened on my lap. She would have to be very naïve not to predict where this was headed. "What do bad girls get Agatha? No idea? Let me help you." I raised my hand and gave her gave her tushie a good clean slap. She jerked at the sudden blow and bellowed more in surprise rather than pain. The second more vigorous swipe elicited a response that was definitely driven by pain. She was now writhing, trying to free herself, but it was easy to hold her in place.
"What do bad girls get Agatha?" I again goaded her. I punctuated my question with another forceful smack. Again she bucked and shrieked. I now had a very self-satisfied smirk on my face. There is nothing more pleasurable than controlling a defenseless Cruella.
After another dozen smacks she was gasping raggedly for air and her movements were more reflexive rather than any real attempt to escape. Her bottom had reddened nicely. It almost looked hot to the touch. My peripheral vision suddenly dragged my attention to the door. I realized immediately that we had inadvertently left the door open and that someone had entered unannounced.
An elderly woman was standing in the doorway with two saucer eyes and a saucer mouth; it was Ms. Stickler. I had met while I was laying Cruella's slate. I put her down as a snooping old cow. Once I mentioned to Cruella that a Ms. Stickler had come around while she was out, Cruella really let fly with the invective. "That prying bitch sticks her nose in anywhere she can." I gathered she was the self-appointed moral compass of the apartment complex and notorious gossip. She would find fault in anyone and anything.
Description time; I guess she was in her 60s. A tiny, birdlike person. Well under five feet and maybe only 70 pounds. She was genuinely miniature. Her hair was short cut and dyed a mousy brown color. A slender plank was what I thought of when I surveyed her figure. No distinguishing prominences at any level. A not unattractive face if you are into wrinkles and crows feet but I would allow she could have been attractive several decades ago. Several decades ago was also where her clothes appear to have emerged from. Ridiculous ruffles at the neck and wrists although the skirt was short enough to expose a spindly calf.
Without even really thinking about it I gave Cruella another smack. She jumped. Ms. Stickler jumped too, in our direction. Hmm. Interesting cause and effect loop here. I repeated the slap. Same results although there was another change to Ms. Stickler. All expression had fallen from her face and she was now looking totally blank. Each further spank seemed to make her hop a little closer until she was mere feet from us. Cruella was still blissfully unaware we had company. I looked Ms. Stickler in the eye and continued with my commentary, "You have been a bad girl."
She stepped toward me. "I have been a bad girl," she whispered. Cruella heard this and instantly stiffened and then tried to scramble to her feet. I gave her a last meaty smack and allowed her to rise. She turned to face Ms. Stickler with a look of horror on her face. Cruella was aghast. Her reputation was going to be in shreds. How was she going to live this scandal down? Her hands flew to cover her nakedness and she scuttled from the room. Probably a wise move to make yourself scarce right at the moment I thought. Ms. Stickler didn't acknowledge her in any way. She seemed totally focused on me.
She shuffled even closer. "I have been a bad girl," she repeated. She reached down under her skirt and to my extreme surprise started removing her undergarment. A rather plain set of small white knickers appeared and were promptly discarded onto the carpet.
I was still seated on the couch and I was more than a little startled when she crawled onto my lap into the same position Cruella had been in a moment ago. She flipped up her skirt and revealed the smallest bottom I have ever seen on a grown woman.
I assumed I was allowed to touch so I laid a hand on the twin orbs. I ran my fingers over it but the skin was so soft and smooth I could barely feel it. My hand almost completely covered her entire saggy little bottom. A tiny, silky, miniature butt.
