Both Nadine and her husband were getting ready to go out, looking forward to escaping from the hard work of moving home. Nadine was standing naked in what was to become their bedroom, given a chance organise it, searching for something to wear. Standing only five foot two in bare feet made it difficult to reach on top of the wardrobe. "Oh! Damn It! Why did we have to move?" Nadine shouted.
"Because this is closer to my office and you did agree, you do like this house, don't you? Your work at your fathers place is nearly finished where mine is just starting. You know that." John complained right back at her. They were overtired and began to tease each other only there was a sharp edge to the words being thrown around.
"That's not what I mean. It's the whole business of moving, trying to unpack. I hate it." She said through gritted teeth. It was true, her father was ill and she had almost completed settling the business for a directors' buyout, so she wouldn't have to travel to the office from now on. Her fathers' heart attack had been a shock, the whole process of selling his business had been unsettling and on top of that here they were in a new home with new neighbours to get to know, another torment to be endured.
"You're always complaining of having nothing to wear." He shouted up the stairs. "Just get on with it, I want to get out of here for a drink."
"I just want to get out of here, away from all this chaos. You call this packing! When was it? When did we go out last, I can't remember."
"Oh! Not that old song. Sing something new. Change the needle or I'll leave you here."
"You're being you're usual insensitive selfish boorish husband mode again." Nadine shouted down the stairs.
"Oh! So, sorry! Let me give up the career and spend time with you. In poverty, it will make such a change from what you're used to. You'll love it. It's so fashionable at the moment."
"You're being childish John."
"I'm not the one it's you. Just get ready will you." John was impatient and knew she was pushing him but couldn't help take the bait.
In retaliation she jumped up and down chanting in a young girlish voice she sometimes used, "I'm going out, I'm going out. Hoorah, Hoorah!"
The sound of her voice trailed off. John hoped she had at last found something to wear. She was five years younger than him and usualy more mature but there were times when she behaved younger than her twenty five years. He was fed up of her nagging at him, yet again accusing him of not taking her out, when neither of them had time that coincided so it wasn't just his fault. When he finally has the opportunity to spend time with her she sulks, or moans with a plaintive refrain that he never spends time with her.
"I'm ready are you?" He shouted up the stairs then walked back into the kitchen deciding to polish a pair of shoes for tomorrow.
"John you're a complete pain, just throwing everything into boxes anyhow. I'm pulling things out and nothing matches. It's no wonder I can't find anything to wear. And, everything needs pressing. Ever heard of folding?" Nadine shouted at him from the spare room, becoming irritated thinking he was ignoring her. Coming across some old clothes in a box brings on a sudden dose of nostalgia. Pulling a dress over her head she is surprised it still fits after two years of marriage. She thought at least some weight could have been added to her figure, but alas no, she was still a sleight waif of a thing. Skipping down stairs in the old tennis dress she finds John on hands and knees rummaging in a kitchen cupboard.
"Damn that woman she hides everything." He muttered. "I can't find the shoe polish!" He shouted, thinking she was still upstairs. Sensing her presence he looked up at her from the cupboard under the sink.
She watched his eyes move up her legs to spy the white triangle of a pair of cotton panties. Her eye's glint with devilment as she watches the male reaction to a skimpy dress for she knows he has a thing about her legs. When he turns back to the hunt for shoe polish she decides not to forgive the muttering deciding to get back at him once more. In a petulant girly voice she taunts him, "I know where it is, but I'm not telling." Catching him blatantly looking up the skirt she asserts, "You're naughty you are." She said, sticking her tongue out at him.
"You're the naughty one." He laughs.
Getting some attention at last she began to run as he jumped up to chase her through the house. Catching up in the lounge he plucks her off the floor to land over his knee. With one hand he pulled down the loose white panties to smack her bottom all the while struggling to hold her still. She squirms, in delight, with both arms and legs thrashing about feigning to escape until a fit of the giggles leaves her helpless while he playfully smacked her bare bottom.
"Now, are you going to behave like a good young lady and do as you are told?" He asked.
Not daring to look at him in case the fit of giggling bursts forth again she hangs her head low looking at her bare feet, replying mischievously. "Yes sir, I promise to do as I am told."
He tries to speak firmly without laughing. "Good. I am glad. Otherwise I will have to spank you again."
She was about to tell him he should spank her right now because she was sure to be naughty later on; after a few drinks at a club. The doorbell rang bringing a halt to the impish mood. Her bottom smarted a little but she marvelled at how the rest of her body tingled at being chased then chastened. It was surprisingly stimulating.
They hadn't made time for playing around like this in a long time for they had both worked hard, his new business venture, and her fathers company. Perhaps this new home would renew their relationship. She smiled happily, hoping this unexpected gesture of assertiveness might continue for she enjoyed being dominated by him, as it allowed her to feel free to misbehave.
She hadn't followed what was going on at the front door but recognised their new neighbours grating voice.
"I was just going out." He said, in a loud voice warning her that the woman wasn't being put off.
"It won't take a minute love. Hello dear, how are you?" The woman said as she barged through into the lounge. "I just want a quick look at your fire place." She said.
Nadine hit her husband with a menacing glare, sweeping both hands across the little dress, mouthing the words, "How dare you let her in." Nadine looked at the woman with scorn as she measured the fireplace with both arms stretched out. She saw a woman made up like a tart, with heavy make-up; ready for a night out at a disco, in contrast to the rather dowdy neighbour they had talked to when moving in. Noticing her panties on the floor distracted Nadine from making further hand signals, meaning for him to get rid of the woman. She deftly picked them up with a toe.
The woman turned to her husband to ask. "Could you put a light on? How much do you want for it then?"
Watching his wife trying to kick her panties across the room out of the way was distracting but he did vaguely remember mentioning they wanted to get rid of the hideous thing. He absently replied. "We're putting in a new light fitting so they don't work. I haven't thought about a price, come back tomorrow you can talk to the wife then." Nadine flicked her ankle but the panties wrapped themselves around a foot. She kicked out several times until they flew across the room catching on the back of the neighbour's dress.
The woman turned to Nadine, who hid her face behind long hair staring down at the carpet not wanting to be recognised in the childish looking outfit. With a soft complexion and slim figure she looked too young to be a married woman and this time was happy to take advantage of being mistaking for a teenager. "Oh! What pretty hair your daughter has." The woman said while stroking Nadine's long hair.
"My wife's younger sister." He offered in way of explanation. He hesitated a moment, trying hard to think on the spur of the moment, then continued with the deceit. "Leonora. Say hello Leo. Oh, what is your name by the way?" He discreetly pulled his wife's panties from the woman's dress and scrunched them into a ball, hastily stuffing them into a pocket.
The woman felt his hand, thinking he was touching her up. She turned on him, and with a big smile said. "Barbara, but you can call me Babe. So, where are you going out tonight, John?"
"I don't know the area yet so it could be anywhere, somewhere there's a bit of life." He replied vaguely. "I'm waiting for my wife to turn up with a baby sitter for Leo." He added, trying to put the woman's obvious flirtation off track by mentioning his wife.
"Well I know all the right places to go. I can show you around." Barbara said smiling at him, pouting with what she thought was feminine charm.
Seeing her husband in some difficulty she spontaneously upped the stakes to their little game, telling him. "You go ahead uncle, I will be alright here until Aunty returns." She said, purposely putting him on the spot. She was enjoying the stupid man's discomfort enormously, thinking it deserved him right for letting this woman in while she was so improperly dressed.
The doorbell rang so he escaped to the front door with an excuse not to reply. Like the woman herself her daughter rudely barged in. "I'm glad I caught you, I need a key. It's gone nine and you're going to be late you know." Gloria said to her mother, without saying hello or even acknowledging either John or Nadine's presence.
The young woman only ninteen alrady looked even more of a tart than the mother. A tee shirt was tied under large breasts pushing them up under her chin. She flicked short hair around in annoyance. The expression left her looking as though she was sucking a lemon. How this obnoxious family could afford to live in such an exclusive neighbourhood Nadine couldn't imagine and why did they have the misfortune to live next door to them.
"Well that's lucky. You can stay here until John's wife turns up. You John, can give me a lift into town." The woman ordered John.
"Well I guess I can give you a lift." He said, looking meaningfully at his wife expecting her to rally with some excuse for him to stay.
"Off you go. Enjoy yourself, Uncle." She said.
John glared at her. "You behave yourself. You promised earlier. Remember? Do as your told." Looking at Gloria he told her, "Don't let her out of your sight or she'll make trouble. She's been misbehaving all day. I promised to put her over my knee if she misbehaved again." John told the baby sitter.
Taking his arm, steering him out, Barbara said over her shoulder, "We'll be in the Black Cat." Cackling like an old crone, with a smokers rasp, the woman pulled him through the door and away into the night.
