Posted by idav on July 29, 2000 at 10:07:23:
The Spanking Milkman - Part 3.
Lauren Brown sat at her kitchen table running her finger idly around the rim of her cup, her mind far off in the past reliving the events of that morning when she had visited the Charity Shop. She kept going over and over the words of her friends "conversation" that she had silently overheard.
They had sounded so happy.
Their eager and whispered joy had two things in common.
One name.
One subject.
They were Mr Jones and spanking.
*
Lauren backed up quietly, her hand to her mouth as she tried to leave the shop without her friends noticing she had ever been there.
With shaking hands, she closed and locked the shop door.
Turning, she quickly walked away into the swirling mass of post-Christmas shoppers.
People and traffic all around her were nothing but a distant blur as her mind worked overtime still trying to come to terms with her "discovery".
She just couldn't get THAT conversation out of her pretty little head.
*
Lauren Brown was 26 years of age and had just bought her first house in Sycamore Drive...number 69, she worked as a clerk at the local Building Society, earning a good wage and had just secured a fixed mortgage over a period of twenty years.
She was currently single and unattached, although in the looks department she had no problem attracting attention from members of the opposite sex whenever she went into town for a drink with her work mates.
She got her fine features from her mothers side with a curly mass of light brown hair which hung swirling in ringlets to her shoulders, her eyes like deep pools of emerald green set in an elfin face, topped off with a dainty pixy nose and bee sting pout. She wasn't too thin nor too fat but a kind of in-betweeny shape with skyscraper legs, bulging bust and a backside which, while compact jutted out alarmingly.
She was of independent mind, cool, calm, measured and who didn't suffer fools gladly.
Although her spare time was at a premium, she spent her weekends doing voluntary work.
Through this, she put in a few hours each Saturday morning helping out at the local Charity shop on the high street.
It was here she had met Elaine Smith and Jennifer Bootle.
*
Lauren sighed and picked up her cup for a last sip.
What on earth was going on between Elaine, Jennifer and Mr Jones her milkman.?
Maybe she had made a mistake...hadn't heard right.?
She shook her head.
No....she would swear on the Bible that she had overheard everything with utmost clarity.
She had been rooted to the spot for nigh on two minutes listening as Jennifer described what Mr Jones had done to her the previous day.
Elaine had simply giggled with each detail.
There was absolutely no doubt in her mind what they had been discussing and what had happened.
For some reason....only known to them, they had put themselves at the mercy of Mr Jones and had subjected their bums to what to all intents and purposes sounded like a severe thrashing.
"But why.?" she thought.
That was the mystery.
Had he blackmailed them.?
Who....Mr Jones.?
Her milkman.?
Don't be daft.
But what then.?
Questions upon questions requiring answers piled up in her furtive mind.
Her natural inquisitiveness was in full flow now.....she had to know why, where, when and how.
Her imagination, which could best be described as "extravagant" was running riot with lurid visions playing in her head.
She drummed her fingers on the table.
Then an idea popped out of nowhere.
A bill was due to be paid tomorrow.
Her milk bill.
She smiled.
*
Eddie Jones knocked on the door of number 67 and whistled while he thumbed open his payment book.
Click.
He doffed his cap and pulled his pencil from behind his right ear.
"Ow do Mrs Bagshott...still abit nippy isn't it.?" he beamed whilst rattling his cash-bag.
Nellie Bagshott, dressed in blue smock, white pinny, wrinkly tan stockings and carpet slippers with a set of hedgehog curlers in her greying hair drew a last drag on her ciggy and "hummphhed" at her milkman, glaring at him through her squinting right eye.
"Blood out of a stone Mr Jones...yea can sweat blood out of a stone." she cackled, her voice dry from over 30 years of smoking.
"Now...now Nellie...everybody's in same boat." he replied licking the tip of his pencil.
Mrs Bagshott simply drew up her formidable bust and leered at him with a stare that made him step back.
"How much...daylight robbery....for a pinta milk." she wheezed fishing out her purse and counting her pennies.
"That'll be...hmmm let me think noo...for a month that'll be...one pint a day...that's eleven pound fifty please." he finished sticking his mit out.
She paid him....reluctantly.
He bobbed his hat again.
"Cheerio Mrs Bagshott...see you same time next month, say hello to Reginald fer me." he waved as he walked on to his next customer.
"Poor bugger." he muttered under his breath.
What on earth had Reginald Bagshott, his childhood chum ever done to deserve a right old harridan like her.
He simply shook his head and walked down the lane.
He arrived at his next stop.
He looked around, fixed his cap and tie trying to smarten himself up as best he could.
His next customer was a rather fine specimen of the fairer sex, a right pretty filly with a lovely smile who would always cheer him up with her manner and wind him up like a top.
He sighed, wishing he was twenty years younger.
Even then she was probably way out of his league.
He scratched his chin, mumbling to himself to act his age.
He reached up and gave a firm knock.
RAT-A-TAT-TAT.
He coughed as he saw her shadow approaching through the frosted glass and raised his eyebrows as she opened the door.
"Ow do....just your friendly neighbourhood milkman again." he grinned looking into her beautifully pure eyes.
Lauren Brown of number 69 smiled at him in return.
*
"Whew...what a picture.!" he thought as she stood before him in a yellow and white striped shirt, blue knee length skirt and black sensible shoes.
The lilt of a sing-song voice wafted over him.
"Hello Mr Jones...that time of the month again, hmmmm.?" she smiled, her perfect white teeth glinting in the late evening sunshine.
"Fraid so....Miss Brown, a good service needs to be paid for.!!" he laughed trying not to stare.
She tilted her head to one side as if sizing him up.
"Oh, I'm sure you give a very good service Mr Jones." she smiled back enigmatically.
He felt himself swallow nervously.
He blinked.
"Is she winding me up again....that little minx, if I had her over my knee." he mused, feeling himself get rather warm at the thought.
He took off his cap and grasped it between his hands.
Maybe he should play along.
"Oh...I come highly recommended I do...always make my deliveries on time, need to keep a firm hand on the tiller so to speak...a very firm hand." he laughed blushing red.
Lauren, admiring his brass neck laughed at his good humour.
"Ahh Mr Jones...if only you knew what I know." she smiled inside.
The question now was how to extract all the juicy details from the master spanker.
"Should I...?" she wondered, biting her lip.
For some strange reason, her emotions were a jumping mixture of nervousness, excitement and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on...something important.
She shook herself mentally.
Concentrate.
"I'm sure you do Edward, oh silly me, I've left my purse in the kitchen, do...do you want to come in while I find it...you're not in a hurry are you, I was about to have a cup of tea..maybe I could make you one as well hmmm.?" she asked him, standing back against the door indicating the way.
She knew that her address was the last on his round for that area.
Eddie felt as if he had just gone over the edge of a big dipper rollercoaster and his belly was somewhere up around his gob.
"She's never been that forgetful afor..." he wondered.
Still no matter, he was through for the day...no rush...what more could a man ask for than to be in the company of someone like Miss Brown...even for a short while. "Tis a hard life Edward Jones." he chuckled inside.
"Thanks very much petal, very kind of yea." he nodded and followed her into her home, clicking shut the door to number 69.
*
Eddie sat on the easy chair beside the gas fire as it hummed and clicked away.
He could hear her preparing a fresh pot of tea in the kitchen.
"Milk, sugar...?" she called out.
"Oh...milk and two spoonfuls please...ta" he replied.
He looked around the sitting-room with its tasteful decoration and pretty ornaments with the stunning vista of a sunset landscape dominating the room as it hung on the chimneybreast. "Very nice." he thought, admiring her low-key surroundings.
Nothing too brash...he wrinkled his nose as he thought of Mrs Bagshott's "African themed" sitting room with its voodoo doll masks and zebra striped three-piece suite.
He shuddered.
There was a clink of china as she backed into the door, opening it with a budge whilst carrying a tray.
"Here we go...milk and two sugars...right.?" she indicated, holding a cup and saucer for him.
"That's smashing petal..er Miss Brown." he burped feeling himself going red.
She laughed.
"Lauren...call me Lauren, Miss Brown makes me sound like a right old biddy.!!" she teased as she sat down opposite him, "...have a chocolate biccy as well...go on treat yourself." Eddie made eyes and helped himself.
"You'll get me fat you will...Lauren." he shushed her.
They both laughed, an easy warmth flowing between them...a comfortable "enjoy your company" kind of feeling.
As they made small talk discussing this and that, Miss Brown realised that she liked Mr Jones's company very much.
His maturity leant him an easygoing charm far removed from the brash crudity of men her own age.
She sat back and drew her legs up under her.
Looking at him over the rim of her cup, her mind wandered.
"So Mr Milkman...you like to spank grown women and do other things to their bums as well." she thought, her eyes narrowing slightly,"...but how did you, Elaine and Jennifer get together.?"
The question was like an itch she couldn't scratch but had to find, it had kept her awake all last night causing her to toss and turn as visions of bare-naked ladies wailed and cried in her dreams. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but it was driving her to distraction.
She decided to take the plunge.
She put her cup down and licked her lips, trying to get her mind back onto what he was talking about.
".......its not a bad living being a milkman, pays the bills I suppose." he reasoned, munching away on a biscuit.
Lauren ran her hand through her hair and bit her lip.
"Here we go." she thought.
"So Eddie, how did you get involved at the Charity Shop.?"
"Oh that, well...lemme see, through my younger brother I guess, he was handicapped and I'd help me mam and dad care for him...so always felt a need to help others and I decided to do some voluntary work here in the community...and I eventually ended up doing deliveries for the shop on the High Street.
"How's your brother now.?"
"Oh ahh, well he passed on a few years back when he was in his late twenties." Eddie sighed, recalling painful memories of sad times. Lauren reached forward.
"Oh Eddie I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..." she whispered, hoping she hadn't upset him.
He waved his hand.
"No, no...twas a long time ago, he's in a better place now." he smiled sadly.
"I'm sure he is Eddie, I'm sure he is." she replied kindly, seeing him in a new light.
"You're a good, kind man Edward Jones." she thought.
Silence.
"How did you meet Mrs Smith and Miss Bootle.?" she asked, steering the conversation away from his bygones.
He looked up, feeling himself go pink at the mention of their names.
"Oh...Elaine and Jennifer, hmm well..just through the shop I guess and they are on my milk round." he answered, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "They're a right pair of characters." laughed Lauren.
Eddie nodded.
"Aye..they are that.!!"
Lauren felt her chest begin to tighten as she circled her prey.
"Saw them yesterday...at the shop." she murmured whilst taking another sip of tea.
Eddie looked up, trying not to appear unduly flustered or interested in the antics of his lady "spankees".
"Oh.."
Lauren drew her feet back down and sat forward.
"Hmm hmm, I thought I'd visit the shop and say hello to Jennifer who's shift it was..." she placed her cup on the table, "...and well, the funny thing was, the door was locked..so I let myself in and...and I could hear her and Elaine out back, so...ahh I thought I'd surprise them and.." she looked around the room before settling her gaze on her milkman,"...then I heard them talking."
"Talking.?" muttered Eddie, feeling something was certainly up.
Lauren nodded, rubbing her hips.
"...talking....about you." she finished, looking at him with those crystal eyes.
"Me.?"
"You."
"Er...wh..what about me.?"
He shifted nervously in his chair.
Lauren gathered her courage.
"About what you did to them."
Eddie felt as if someone had chucked him out of an airplane without a parachute. His mind was zinging about like a rubber ball.
Bluff.
Bluff it out.
"Did to them.?" he stuttered.
She nodded.
"I overheard everything." she replied.
"Everything.?" he swallowed, not liking the way she was fencing him in.
Maybe he should leave.
"Everything....every detail." she smiled.
She had him cornered.
She knew.
His mind was racing.
"So, so..you know about everything...everything we did, I did to them.?" he gasped, still trying to find his feet. She nodded.
The cut and thrust was over, she drove forward and struck him right through his rib-cage...piercing his heart.
"Mr Jones...I know you have been spanking Elaine and Jennifer."
*
"OW."
"OW-OW."
"OW-OW-OW-OW.!!!!!!!!"
"Oooh...it huuuuuurrrrrrrrrts Eddie..it hurts sooooooo muchhh."
Lauren could feel tears running down her cheeks as her first spanking continued.
"Ooooooeee owchy Eddie...hmmmm do it a bit harder..on the left cheek, you're hitting me too much on my right side...pleeeze.!!"
Eddie took no notice and whacked her real hard in the same spot.
CRRRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKK.
Lauren shrieked, feeling as if she was going to pee herself as the hurt rolled up and smothered her, making her feel giddy as her natural painkillers ran here, there and everywhere trying to ease her pain with the alarm bells ringing.
"OH EDDIE PLEASE.....HIT THE OTHER SIDE.!!!!!!!!!!" she hollered as she bucked over his lap causing him to hold her tight.
Eddie wheezed like he was on a bucking bronco.
"Flippin heck...she's strong.!!" he muttered as her cheeks parted and her fanny and arsehole winked at him.
Oh heck.
SPPPPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAAANNKKKKKKKKKKKKK.
It was like hitting a solid rubber ball.
"Whey, bonny lass..yor arse is flipping firm...jeez, thems a tough set of buns ye've got there." he winced as he felt his hand throbbing.
Her arse-cheeks weren't anywhere near the size of Elaine's or Jennifer's but were perfectly formed and stuck out like a naughty girl sticking out her tongue.
She'd taken around twenty spanks from him and didn't seem the worse for wear, in fact she seemed to want more.
So he gave her more.
A lot more.
She began to scream.
Then to howl.
Yowl.
Moan.
Groan.
and then...with her head flung back, panting, mewling and grunting.
Climaxed.....wetly, soaking his trooser leg.
Eddie got a right, bloody fright.
"OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH YYYYEEEESSSSSSSS" she gasped as she shook her butt in his face before collapsing in a sweaty heap over his lap.
"Blimey.!" thought Eddie.
*
Eddie went into the hall and eased the long mirror off the wall.
In the sitting room, Lauren danced from one foot to the next as her backside crackled and snapped.
"Here ye go Lauren...turn around." he said as he held up the mirror for her to see her bum.
Lauren, with her tongue stuck out between her lips turned around, hiked up her skirt and showed her reflection her bare bot.
Twisting her head around, she stared at her pear shaped seat as if it belonged to someone else.
WOW.....did it look sore.!
"Look at the colour of my arse Eddie...its scarlet, look what you've done to it..and its red hot as well.!!" she gasped as Eddie scratched his head trying not to stare at her nakedness like a leering idiot.
"Sure is Miss Brown.!" he laughed.
Er...urp....flipping heck.!!
She suddenly bent at the waist like a gymnast and peered upside down at her doppelganger's backside, surveying the damage through her spread legs.
Eddie gulped and stuck his hand in his trouser pocket adjusting his tackle, it felt as if he'd swallowed his adam's apple as it bobbed up and down like a cork at sea.
Her er..zippiddy-doo-dah's were on show and she didn't seem to mind.
He looked away feeling himself beginning to sweat, amongst other things.
Lauren was so engrossed by the state of her arse that she didn't even notice his discomfort.
"It certainly wasn't what I expected Eddie." she offered.
"Er...no, what did you expect.?"
She thought about that.
"Well, I'm not sure...just thought it would be more, more.." she stuck her arms out as she balanced on her head,"...like a punishment..I guess, but it wasn't...it was quite nice once you'd whacked me a few times and got me warmed up." She eased herself up and pressed down her skirt...hang on, something was missing.
"Oh, me knickers..now where did I, you.." she mumbled looking around.
Eddie went beetroot.
He stuck his hand in his pocket and fished out her skimpy panties.
"Er...ahhh..ummm, put them in me pocket....for er...so yea didn't ahh lose em." he mumbled, feeling like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
She grinned and took them as they dangled from his hand.
"Oh...right." she smiled, watching him as she bent down and slipped them on, jumping slightly as she eased them over her hips.
Eddie didn't notice that his tongue was hanging out.
*
Lauren stood with her back to the sink and shook her head in amazement.
"God, can't believe we just did that Eddie." she wondered aloud.
Eddie, sitting at her kitchen table eating a freshly made ham sandwich just shrugged his shoulders.
"Me neither." he mumbled.
He still was a little dazed at what had happened.
One minute he was afraid she was going to call the Police about him and the next.....
*
"..............spanking Elaine and Jennifer."
Lauren smiled as she saw Mr Jones pale and put down his cup of tea, she could see the worry lines on his brow wax and wane as he tried to come to terms with the revealing of his (their..??)secret.
Eddie's brain was buzzing as he tried to figure a way out of this mess.
Problem was, he couldn't.
But something was niggling him as he sat facing her.
"Why the hell, having invited me into her home....is she telling me all this over a cuppa.?" he wondered, twitching his nose.
Eddie thought there was more to this, more to Miss Brown than met the eye.
Perhaps...
Perhaps, she wants to know more.
Eddie looked up at her as she watched him.
"If she wants all the gory details...so be it." he decided.
He sighed expansively in resigned defeat.
He nodded.
"Fair do's lass...its true."
Lauren blinked.
"So...so, you really have been...doing that to, to Elaine and Jennifer.?" she blurted out, a bit surprised that he had easily capitulated.
He spread his hands.
"Aye, only once with Jennifer but a few times with Elaine." he muttered, sticking out is bottom lip.
Lauren could feel something stirring in her, a tingle which was creeping up her spine and making her feel all shivery and lightheaded.
She had to know everything.
Little Miss nosy parker.
"Wh...how, why...?" she whispered.
His eyes crinkled as she let slip her mask.
The bait was took, now to reel it in...and who knows.?
He eased forward on the chair and rubbed his whiskers.
"Well....it happened like this."
*
A little while later....and a tale told,
Lauren sat back wide eyed.
"Gosh....I didn't think Elaine was so...so scatterbrained,!!" she laughed,"...and Jennifer, Jennifer's so prim and proper...butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.!!"
"Everyone has their own little ways and secrets Lauren, I guess we just found a way to share them. If you told me a few months ago that I'd be whacking a pair of respectable ladies bums every now and then I'd of though ye'd gone doollally." he smiled nodding.
Lauren rubbed her arms.
More questions.
"But...a spanking Eddie, I mean I could understand if you were..ahh, what I mean is...er," she tailed off, going bright crimson leaving him in no mind what she was getting at. Eddie puffed up his chest...affronted.
"No..no its nothing like that..even though we're all single and unattached, well...the spanking thing just happened between me and Elaine by accident...come to think of it..it was a bloody novel way to pay her milk bill.!!" he laughed...she as well.
"I guess." she giggled rocking in her chair.
"Hah..no, well here's a thing...a confession if you like, I think I've always had a thing for ladies bottoms..don't know why or where it comes from...but my interest slipped out one day in front of Elaine and..she must of felt the same way because she wormed her way around into getting me to spank her bum...and Jennifer also ended up getting her seat warmed as well by accident...although she admitted she was caught out being a bit nosey."
He smiled as his mind wandered off to what had happened between him and Miss Bootle yesterday.
Lauren ran her eyes over him, for a man well into middle age he was in good nick...a bit stocky at around 5ft 10" she guessed but with a cheerful pep to him which made her like him enormously. "Hmmm huh...nosey." he tsked.
There was a faint twinkle in his mind, which whispered, lit, flared up into his darkness and exploded into a fiery firework.
He lowered his gaze to Lauren.
Nosey parker.
It seems Jennifer Bootle wasn't the only nosey parker who worked at the Charity Shop.
His sub-conscious whispered to him.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking.?" it said.
His eyes swept her over from top to toe, admiring her youthful beauty.
Lauren's eyes bobbed in copycat.
She felt a nervous flutter take flight in her belly, making her feel as if she was now the one being pursued.
Self-consciously, she rocked her hips slightly as she felt her buttocks begin to pulse with her heartbeat.
As if someone had switched on the light in a dark room, her mind jumped with the knowledge of where he may take her to.
Her hands fidgeted in her lap and her breath came out in shallow gasps.
"Oh my God, he's going to ask me if I want to...surely he isn't going to ask me to do THAT.!!" her mind reeled.
But he was.
With their eyes locked, he eased forward out of the chair and knelt at her feet taking her hands.
"Why,?" he whispered,"...why Lauren...tell me why.?"
Her eyes felt as if they were going to pop out of her head.
"W..why...what.?" she stumbled, feeling her whole being humming to an unknown ballad.
"Why...all this, all these questions.?" he breathed softly.
She looked down at their held hands.
Then up into his face.
He knew why.
The second she had heard her friends talking...she knew why.
But she couldn't speak....couldn't ask him to do what her soul wanted.
He could see her fighting her demons...so he helped her in her battle.
"Lauren, do you want me to do to you what I do to Elaine and Jennifer.?"
Her heart gave a lurch and thudded like thunder in her chest.
Go on...jump.
It's easy.
Go on.
She jumped.
She nodded.
He caught her.
*
Eddie bit into his sandwich and smiled.
Lauren, still standing by the kitchen sink watched him come back to the present.
"What.?" she smiled.
"Oh nothing...enjoying memories."
She came over and sat beside him.
"Ouch.!!" she whispered as her bum wriggled on the seat.
He grinned and held up his hands.
"Hey...you asked for it, don't blame me.!!"
"No silly, just a bit sore," she thumped him on the arm, then frowned..something had to be decided here.... now...they had to make a decision,"...Eddie, where do I, we go now.?"
Eddie looked into her pools of green.
He knew what she was asking.
To join them.
He patted her hand.
"I'm sure Elaine and Jennifer would welcome you with open arms Lauren...as for me, well, I figure I can handle another grown woman and give her a sore bot." he finished laughing.
She gave him a pout.
"I'd love to join your little group Eddie..if you're really sure it will be alright.?"
He simply smiled.
*
Ring-Ring Ring-Ring.
Elaine picked up the phone.
"Hello.?"
"Oh, hello Eddie."
"Hmmm..?"
"Lauren..yes, see her at weekends in the shop."
"She heard what.?"
"Oh my God...we never knew she was there.!!"
"Really..?"
"You're in her house now.?"
"What..!!!"
"Eddie...oh Eddie, you never...!!"
"On the bare.?"
"Bloody hell...you're old enough to be her father.!!"
"Join us.?"
"Eddie of course, tell her we'd love to have her join us...the more the merrier you dirty old bugger.!!"
"Jennifer...oh, I'm sure she'll agree...Lauren's a lovely lass."
"Hmmm, I think she's working at the Charity Shop...yep, I'll give her a call..when should we make it...the 31st..its New Years Eve, we'll have a party.!!"
"No, no ye daft sod Eddie...we'll arrange something to eat and drink...all you have to do is bring yourself and your toys.
"Bye...see you around 7 o'clock on the 31st."
*
Ring-Ring Ring-Ring.
Jennifer smiled at the customer as she picked up the phone.
"Oh, hello Ellie."
"Hmmm huh...thats nice of him to call...what about yesterday.?"
"Nooooooo...!!"
"But the door was locked and....oh heck, she's got a spare set of keys hasn't she.!!"
"But she seems so ...quiet."
"HE DID WHAT.....!!!"
"Yes Ellie, I understand, well if its alright with you two...its fine by me."
"A get together...when.?"
"New Year's Eve...at your house, hmmm yes, think so...no I'd of just spent it on my own...he's bringing his toys.?"
"Oh my God...!!"
"Can't wait...!!!"
"Time, okay....I'll write it down...hmmm hang on till I get a pencil.....okay...hmmm huh...got that."
"Seven O'clock on the 31st...I'll put my best frock on.!!"
"Bye bye Ellie....see you then."
*
The fire snapped and crackled as Eddie Jones sat staring into its orange glow with a glass of fine Scottish Whiskey in his hand.
What a day.
What a day to come.
He smiled as the anticipation swept over him.
In three days time, he was going to have three mature, bare arsed women before him.
He took a swig.
He was going to get them all to sing a particular song.
The song of women being thrashed.
He raised his glass and toasted his three ladies.
Three ladies and their bums.
He couldn't wait.
*
Part 4 - soon...got's ta cut oot the naughty stuff first.
Ian.
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