Don was whistling when he arrived home from work. It was Friday and the weekend stretched ahead. He and his wife were going out on the town while the kids stayed home. It was a time to relax and have fun.
Entering the house Marie, his wife, threw a small fly into the ointment.
"Don, Helen can't babysit tonight," she announced.
I am not taking those little monsters to the party with us, was Don's immediate thought. This was followed by the realisation that Marie didn't seem particularly disappointed, only slightly wary. She obviously had more news but was unsure of how he'd take it. He waited.
"I managed to get Suzy," Marie said, smiling. "She's willing to help us out."
Don winced but refrained from saying anything. Suzy was better than no-one. He'd just keep out of her way.
"Why don't you like Suzy?" asked Marie. "She's a nice girl and the kids all love her. You used to like her but then you suddenly seemed to object to her as baby-sitter. Why?"
Don considered. He really should put Marie's mind at ease, but it was embarrassing.
"Do you like men staring at your boobs?" he asked her.
"Not particularly, but it doesn't really worry me," Marie answered. "Boys will be boys after all."
"Well, it seems that girls will be girls, as well. Suzy has turned into a crotch-hound, and it's a bit disconcerting, to say the least."
Marie blinked. "What do you mean by that?" she queried.
"Where the boys will look at a nice chest, a crotch-hound isn't quite that discriminating. Their eyes focus on a man's crotch when they talk to him, trying to see if they're getting any reaction. You can sense them making an assessment of your junk, sniggering if they see any movement.
If we comment on it, it would look like we're harassing the woman. If a man does happen to have a bit of an erection it bloody quickly dies when you see the woman shake her head, giving it a thumbs down."
Marie giggled. "You're kidding?" she said.
Don sighed and shook his head.
"No. It started a couple of years ago. It was amusing at first because Suzy was still fairly young and they grow out of it, but she's now nearly nineteen and still doing it. It's nerve-wracking. You watch when she comes in. As soon as she sees me she'll smile and her eyes will drop. She's not being demure. She's assessing and assigning a rating to my wedding tackle."
Marie giggled again.
"Well, hopefully she'll have finished looking by the time she gets here. Her car is off the road right now and I told her we'd pick her up and take her home, and that means you have to go and get her."
The matter surged back to her immediate attention when Suzy arrived. She walked in all smiles and happy chattering. Marie almost laughed out loud when Don followed her in. He was right, Marie realised. That demure downwards glance that she has always seen as a sign of becoming modesty was an attempt to see through Don's trousers.
Marie dismissed the subject with a silent giggle. She was, she found, somewhat less amused the second time she caught Suzy assessing Don. By the third time, Marie was starting to get a bit narked. Didn't the girl have and sense of decorum.
"Suzy," Marie said, smiling to hide the bite in her voice. "If you don't stop eyeing Don like a slab of beef you want to sink your teeth into I'm going to suggest to him that he spank you. Won't that be fun?"
Startled, a blushing Suzy apologised. She had not realised she'd been staring, honestly. She hadn't intended to. She was dreadfully sorry for embarrassing them.
Still smiling, Marie nodded and resumed her preparations for her night out.
Finally ready to leave, Marie almost exploded when she saw Suzy was once again assessing Don. She threw some daggers at Suzy who blushed and looked away.
"Don," cooed Marie, "before we go could you do me a little favour and paddle Suzy's bottom? I did warn her, after all."
"I'm afraid we don't really have time to give her a proper spanking right now," pointed out Don, while a scarlet faced Suzy hurriedly backed away from him. "How about I just give her a couple of swats? I can always give her a proper spanking later."
"If it will help get the message through, by all means," smiled Marie, pinning Suzy to the wall with a look.
Laughing quietly, Don reached out and took Suzy's arm. Ignoring her protests, he pulled her over to the nearest easy chair and bent her over the arm. A quick flip of her skirt moved it clear of her bottom, and the next moment his hand came down in a firm spank on her bottom.
A loud squeal from Suzy was met with a smile of satisfaction from Marie and another firm spank from Don. A second yelp from Suzy and Don was releasing her and turning towards Marie and the door. Turning towards the door at the same time, Marie missed Don's slight hesitation.
Turning back to where Suzy had not yet straightened up, Don reached over and slid his hand under Suzy's panties and squeezed.
"Next time, no panties and a proper spanking," he murmured. "It'll give you something to look forward to."
"I just can't believe the gall of that girl," griped Marie. "I thought you were exaggerating when you first complained, but she's dreadful. Is she like that with all men?"
"Probably," laughed Don, "but I don't think she's actually very experienced, sexually. It's probably more an honest curiosity that she hasn't learned to hide properly."
"Well I'll control it for her," grumbled Marie. "Hopefully that warning will do the trick."
"You mean I don't get to finish spanking a pretty little bottom when we get back?" teased Don.
"If you do, it'll be mine," said Marie laughing. "You should have seen her face when your hand connected. She didn't think you'd really do it. That'll teach her to leave my man alone."
- - -
Returning from the party Marie was happy and in a forgiving mood. She couldn't really blame Suzy from looking at Don; he was delicious. Now that she'd been warned she'd keep her eyes off him and they could pretend it had never happened.
Marie's spirit of bon-vivancy carried her into the house, all smiles, easing the mind of a worried Suzy who had wondered if Marie would be returning with blood on her mind. The two women sat in the kitchen and chattered happily until Don came in, ready to drive Suzy home.
Marie happened to be watching when Suzy's evil genie directed her gaze to Don's crotch. She honestly hadn't intended to do it. It just seemed that her eyes automatically focused there, curiosity nudging her yet again.
The first intimation Suzy had of what she was doing was when she heard Marie speaking.
"Don, darling, you have time now. Why don't you give Suzy that spanking that's she's almost begging for. It would appear that the warning you gave earlier didn't take."
Suzy jerked erect, turning a shocked gaze upon an angry Marie. Spluttering an apology she tried to calm Marie, appealing to Don with a helpless look. A little shiver ran down her spine as she saw the amused look Don was giving her. He was going to spank her and enjoy it. Suzy swallowed and shut up, waiting to see what happened.
Don sauntered over, pulled out a chair and sat. Reaching over, he took Suzy's arm and drew her over, bending her, feebly protesting across his knee. A flick tossed her skirt up and Don gave a wriggling Suzy two quick, firm spanks.
Don paused, leaving his hand lying familiarly on Suzy's bottom.
"This is the point we reached earlier," he reminded Marie. "Leave it at this as a second warning or go ahead and give her a proper spanking?"
"A warning!" gasped Suzy. "I didn't mean to, honest."
"A spanking," said Marie. "I told her and told her and you gave her a warning spank. She just isn't listening."
"OK, then," said Don. "A proper spank it is. Would you care to pull down her panties please, Marie? A bare bottom spanking is so much more effective."
With a vindictive look at her victim Marie came over and peeled down Suzy's panties, ignoring her squeals of protest. Giving a hard slap to Suzy's bare bottom, Marie returned to her seat to watch the fun.
