I had a small problem with my dog. He'd had a nasty little accident and had required some surgery (for which the vet charged like a wounded bull). He was now home and resting comfortably, recovering quite fast. The problem lay in the fact that if there was no-one around when he woke up he'd get anxious and express this anxiety by using the house as an extended toilet.
The problem wasn't too bad as in another day or so he'd be recovered enough to be able to stay outside where he normally resides. Unfortunately, another day or so didn't help me where the coming night was concerned. I had a meeting scheduled and I really needed to attend it, so it was a case of I was required to be in two places at once.
I tried to persuade my sister to come and dog-sit for the evening and she just laughed at me. She did deign to give me the number for her baby-sitting service and suggested that I call them.
I explained my problem to the service and they said they'd get back to me. A little while later they did just that, telling me that their Brenda was quite agreeable to sitting with my dog for a while. They told me their rates and I agreed, arranging a time for Brenda to arrive.
Brenda arrived and she turned out to be quite a petite young lass. Not that her lack of height meant she had a lack of a figure. She had all the curves required and had them in abundance. Definitely whistle-bait. I estimated her age to be about twenty, give or take a year. She was dressed for the current weather, which was hot, wearing a flirty skirt and a peasant blouse. She also had the sense to be carrying a jumper in case the evening turned cool.
I promptly had doubts as to her suitability. She looked efficient and sensible and was certainly old enough to be the responsible but what I was worried about was her size, or lack thereof.
"Um, I'd better take you through and introduce you to Charlie. You can give me your opinion as to whether you think you can handle him."
"I like dogs and dogs like me," she said happily. "I'm sure we'll have no problems."
I strolled through to the back room just as Charlie woke up and gave a large yawn. Brenda looked at Charlie, blinked, and looked again.
"Ah, where is Charlie?" she asked. "Is he hiding behind that bear?"
"Now don't go teasing Charlie," I told her. "He's a Great Pyrenees, an excellent companion and as gentle as a lamb. Seeing he's just woken up he needs to be taken outside and walked. Would you care to do the honours?"
She gave Charlie a thoughtful look, took the leash I gave her and clipped it on. She gave the leash a small tug and Charlie lumbered to his feet, probably standing as tall as she did and certain to be somewhat heavier.
I was quite relieved when she headed out the back door and Charlie demonstrated his lamb-like qualities. She took him for a short walk until he relieved himself and then broke into a run, encouraging Charlie to lope along next to her.
"He's beautiful," she assured me when she returned. "I'm quite sure he'll be no trouble at all."
I went to attend my appointment and eventually returned home. I sniffed cautiously as soon as I entered and was relieved to find no obnoxious odours, indicating that Brenda had managed to walk Charlie in a timely fashion. A glance in the back room showed Charlie curled up asleep and he'd probably stay that way for the rest of the night.
What I was missing was Brenda. I hadn't seen her in the front room or the kitchen and I wondered where she'd got to. Listening I could hear a voice so I headed in that direction. Surprisingly the door to my bedroom was open. Glancing in I could see Brenda sprawled on the bed, talking on her phone. I turned my head slightly to hear a little better.
"I mean it's an enormous bed. One of those great big king sizes. Not surprising as the guy is also king size and you should see the size of his dog. I tell you, this bed was just made for fantasies."
Another minute of saying nothing much and she then disconnected. I was about to walk in when she bounced off the bed and to my surprise bent over it. With one hand she flicked her skirt up out of the way, revealing a very nice bottom. And I mean revealing, as whatever sort of panties she was wearing didn't even start to cover her bottom. She was standing with her legs slightly parted and I could see a bit of multi-coloured cloth covering her vulva, but not much else.
I was going to cough and scare the hell out of her when she started up.
Her hand came down as she slapped her own bottom and she started wailing.
"No, no, you have no right to do this. I haven't done anything."
Her little protests were accompanied by Brenda spanking her own bottom, quite noisily, too. She apparently couldn't keep it up for long due to excessive giggling. She collapsed onto the bed, laughing her head off. She finished off by rolling over and lying back on the bed. Apparently she wasn't finished.
She lifted the front of her skirt and started massaging her pussy. I now had a clearer view of her panties and they had to be a pair of the tiniest I'd ever seen. She also started protesting again.
"Argh, you can't do this. This is rape. You're an animal. How can you do this to a poor little girl like me?"
Realising that I couldn't really let her imaginary friend rape her I finally gave that discrete cough. This was met with sudden silence, followed by a horrified shriek, with Brenda apparently levitating off the bed and onto her feet, staring at me with big round eyes.
I moved over and stood in front of her. Twirling a finger I encouraged her to turn around and when she did so I lifted the back of her skirt. She was standing with her feet apart, which was an error on her part, and my hand slipped between her legs and rubber her panties, not surprised to find them a little damp.
"Your little fantasy had a few mistakes," I said kindly. "Permit me to correct them."
I flicked open the button of the side of her skirt and encouraged it to slide down to the floor. Then my fingers slipped under the waist band of her panties.
"If you were being spanked," I explained, "then these would just naturally have been taken off first. Like this."
I very thoughtfully demonstrated the simplest way to pull her panties down, ignoring her little cry of protest. I turned her back to face me and she was blushing furiously, her hand protectively covering her groin.
"That won't help much," I told her. "Watch what happens when I bend you over my knee."
Suiting actions to words I sat on the bed and pulled her across my knee, face down, bottom up.
"As you can see I can see everything from this side," I told her, gently poking her pussy. It was plain to see that she'd already deliberately excited herself, with her lips pursed and wet.
"Of course, it's not unusual to strip the young lady completely when she's as delectable as you but I'll pass on that for now."
Then I brought my hand down to give her a firm spank. I actually got in another couple of spanks before she could find her voice through her outrage.
