Jan Sanders was slightly surprised when she opened the door to her expected baby-sitter. Instead of Marie standing there it was, Peter, Marie's older brother.
"Ah, Peter," she said. "Is there a problem? Where's Marie?"
"Marie is suffering the consequences of having a loud mouth and insufficient skill to back it up," said Peter with a smirk. "She was bragging about how well she used to ride skate-boards and was asked to demonstrate. She is now at home, nursing a badly sprained ankle, and can be considered to be out of action for a few days.
Rather than let you down she told me I had just volunteered to be your fill-in baby-sitter for the night. She seems to think that the accident was my fault.
Anyway I know Mike and the boys and they all know me. The boys will be fine with me while you and Mike have the night off. I had nothing else planned for tonight so it doesn't worry me. I've brought my computer along and I'll just get on the 'net once the boys have settled.
That's assuming that it's alright by you and Mike."
"Oh. I'm sorry to hear about your sister," said Jan. "Actually, Mike is interstate for a couple of days. I'm going out with a couple of girlfriends and I'd have hated to have to cancel. By all means, come in. I'll let the boys know you're here. They'll probably prefer you to a girl baby-sitter anyway."
Peter went and entertained the boys while Jan finished preparing for her night out. After a while the bell rang again and Jan admitted her friends. Shortly after, she called out to Peter that she was leaving. Peter stepped out of the boy's room to acknowledge her departure.
Bloody hell, he idly thought. Three MILFs, dressed to kill and out hunting. He closed the door behind the three women and returned to keeping a friendly eye on the boys.
The boy's bedtime came and a couple of snarls let the boys know that he meant business. Shortly after that silence reigned and Peter connected to the 'net for some game-time.
It was nearly one before Jan arrived home. Somewhat later than expected and Peter was slightly irritated but figured what could you expect from a woman? He'd never yet known one to be on time.
Jan, it was rather plain to see, was feeling happy. She wasn't drunk, by any means. Not even at the tipsy stage, but happy and talkative. Peter smile as she chatted away about her great time out.
Jan and her friends had, it seemed run into some old friends, male, at the pub and had wound up spending the rest of the evening flirting with them and carrying on generally. Jan was a little over-excited at having an attractive man paying her attention, and had apparently encouraged him somewhat.
Peter found himself mildly shocked. He hadn't thought Jan the type to chase another man, even in play.
"Uh, I don't suppose Mike knows these guys, does he?" he ventured.
Jan giggled. "Probably not," she said. "We never discussed exes with each other."
"He probably wouldn't be too happy about it," muttered Peter, feeling a little irritated on behalf of Mike. In his books, Jan really needed some sort of lesson.
"Well, spank my ass and call me Sally," crowed Jan. "I hadn't even thought he might be jealous. Anyway, he'll never know."
Peter considered Jan briefly. He took in the fact that she was wearing a short skirt. He acknowledged that she was older than him, but only a few years. She would still be considered to be in his age group. And, the idea was her suggestion.
Peter took a step over to the couch that Jan happened to be standing next to. As he sat, he took Jan's arm and pulled, resulting in a startled Jan finding herself falling across his lap.
Before Jan could organize her thinking she found that Peter had flipped up her skirt and delivered a hard spank to her bottom.
Jan squealed with a combination of shock and indignation.
"What do you think you're doing, you little shit," she yelped.
"Going along with your suggestion," Peter said calmly, "and don't swear at me." This latter comment was delivered at the same time as a hard spank.
There was another yelp from Jan.
"What do you mean, my suggestion?" she demanded. "Let me up now, you, you. . ."
"You told me to spank your ass and call you Sally," pointed out Peter. "I'll skip calling you Sally, but the spanking I don't mind giving."
Another hard spank and another yelp.