Alison. What can I say about Alison? She was eighteen, nearly nineteen actually, quite lovely, platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, excellent figure and, to top it off, she possessed a natural sexual allure that automatically turned heads.
Any male coming in range of her sensual aura was instantly drawn to her, irrespective of age, girlfriends or wives. It wasn't her fault. It was just that indefinable something she had.
She was personable, articulate and friendly, and quite willing to lend a hand if needed.
As you can see, she had a number of good points going for her. Naturally, as with all of us, she had a few average and a few bad points to help balance out the picture.
One of the more average things about her was her intelligence. She passed her exams, but she was never in any danger of being considered a nerd. And despite a few cruel remarks, she wasn't really a dumb blonde, even though she may have given that impression a time or two. It wasn't a lack of intelligence that made her make silly decisions, it was a lack of using the intelligence that she did have to consider the consequences of any course of action she might choose to follow.
The real fly in the ointment was vanity. Alison knew she was lovely and she knew that she had sex appeal with a capital SEX. This knowledge, coupled with her vanity led her to try to attach every male she met, wanting to keep them all panting after her.
She wasn't sexually promiscuous. In fact, according to rumour she was still a virgin. This naturally helped draw the wolves to her, all hoping to be the first.
Alison's main delight was teasing men, promises insinuated but never explicitly stated and definitely never kept. She just liked to have them following her, anticipating the day she'd surrender to one of them.
This is partly where her lack of forethought regarding consequences came into play. Her vanity and her careless attitude meant that she just didn't see that her friends and neighbours were getting tired of her antics. The women were especially tired of Alison coming on to and teasing their husbands and boyfriends.
A couple of her friends did try to hint to her that she was going too far, pushing her luck with some of these men. Alison's ebullient self-confidence, allied with her invincible vanity, led her to just ignore these remarks. Lesser people were just jealous of her, she could handle men with no problems whatsoever.
Ron, on the other hand, was a completely different type of personality to Alison. Where she was spring and sunshine, he was midnight during a cold frost winter. He was the one man that Alison did not want to attach. When they met they tended to circle each other, a cat and dog meeting and mutually agreeing not to fight, but acutely aware of each other at all times.
Now, in Alison's opinion, Ron was trying to stir up trouble and seemed to be deliberately trying to pick a fight with her. He'd actually walked up to her and told her that she was a trouble-maker and that she was to cease trying to flirt with Andy, Ron's married brother. Alison was justifiably indignant. She wasn't flirting with Andy, just being polite. As far as she was concerned Ron could go and --- fly a kite. (Alison didn't like to swear. She considered it crude.) Ron had just looked at her and told her she had been warned.
About a week later there was a pool party at Ron's place, and both Alison and Andy were among the guests. Alison was in fine form, wearing a miniscule bikini and flirting with every male in site, completely oblivious to the increasingly resentful looks she was getting from not only the women, but some of the men. The men didn't really want to find themselves having to explain 'but she means nothing to me' to angry wives or girlfriends. (And in a couple of instances, both.)
Seeing Ron giving her the evil eye, Alison decided to teach him a little lesson for daring to lecture her. Drifting over to Andy she started flirting, smiling and touching, giving him little come on signs. Alison could practically feel the anger coming from Ron, and for a finale she managed to have her bikini top come loose.
Not so loose that she was giving Andy an eyeful, or anyone else, for that matter, but loose enough for her to be able to make a fuss while quickly adjusting it, casting a 'so there' look towards Ron while she did so.
Ron, Alison found, wasn't where he had been. Before she could turn her head to look for him what felt like a bear trap closed upon her ear, and Ron was leading her squealing and protesting through the crowd to a nearby seat. The crowd, adding to Alison's fury and embarrassment, was laughing and cheering Ron on.
Reaching the seat, Ron sat, drawing Alison down and across his knees. Alison squealed loudly in disbelief, never having had it cross her mind that Ron, or anyone, would manhandle her. As for putting her across his knee, Ron wouldn't dare spank her. He just wouldn't dare.
It turned out that he would, and the experience was going to be even worse than her horrified thoughts had hinted. To the laughing cheers of the crowd, and to Alison's horrified astonishment, Ron calmly pulled off her bikini bottom, leaving her bottom exposed for everyone to see.
Squealing and kicking her legs, Alison suddenly froze at a casual word from Ron.
"You do know that when you kick like that, you're flashing your pretty little pussy to everyone?" he murmured.
"That's better," he added as she promptly clamped her legs together. "Now you just stay like that while I explain what I meant about not flirting with Andy and the others. This won't really take long, although you'll undoubtedly think it's too long."
Ron's hand came down firmly on Alison's bottom. There was an immediate cry of ONE from the crowd and more laughter. A second spank drew a frantic squeal from Alison and a TWO from the crowd. Then came the calls of three, four and five, each matched by wails and squeals from Alison.
Alison was twisting about now, trying to pull free from Ron's grasp, not caring if she was flashing the crowd as she did so. The spanks continued, tears gathered, and the crowd continued laughing and counting off the sequence.
After eighteen, Ron paused. A voice from the crowd called, "I think she's nineteen." This was answered by a few more stating eighteen, nineteen and twenty. There was general laughter when Marie, Andy's wife, spoke up.
"Ron," she called, "Why don't you just assume she's under fifty and continue the count up to that point? Then you're sure to get the right amount."
Ron laughed and stood a scarlet faced Alison back on her feet.
"Enough is enough," he said. Taking Alison's arm he steered her towards the house.
"What are you doing?" Alison demanded. "Where are you taking me? My bathers are back there. I'm half naked!" she wailed.
"Don't worry about your bathers," Ron told her. "You'll soon be completely naked. I'm taking you to my bedroom where I'm going to fuck some common sense into you."
Alison promptly started struggling and protesting.
"No, you're not. No way. I'm not going with you. I'll scream."
"Actually, you were doing a fair bit of screaming all through the spanking. Did you notice anyone rushing to help you?
Of course, if you prefer it, I could always bend you back over that seat and ravish you in front of everyone. You'll probably find they'll enjoy it and cheer you on. You never know, some of the men there might just want to have a turn as well."
Feeling stunned, Alison went with him.
"They all know you're dragging me in here to rape me, don't they?" she said in a small voice.
"Don't be silly. They just think that we've had a lovers spat and we're going inside to sort out our differences in the time honoured way, with you gracefully yielding to me."
"Why would anyone think we're already lovers?" squealed Alison in shock and fury.
"I'm not sure," said Ron, sounding genuinely puzzled. "But for some reason everyone thinks we've been lovers for weeks now."
Alison felt stunned. "Why would anyone think that?" She put the question to Ron.
Opening the bedroom door and ushering her in, Ron shrugged.
"If I had to guess, I'd say Marie jumped to that conclusion from something I said to her and promptly spread the word to all her friends."
"Wh-what did you say to Marie to give her that impression?"
"Let's take off that silly little top. Um, what did I say to Marie? I think it was something along the lines that she didn't have to worry about Andy sleeping with you because I was keeping you too busy to stray."
Tossing her top to the side Ron eased Alison down onto the bed. She was looking up at him, appalled.
"You told Marie we were lovers?"
