Posted by Ian on March 10, 2002 at 10:58:51:
From the Author,
A short story by me.
Ian.
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The
Remarkable Miss Marple
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It was one hot day in the middle of June 52 as I recall that the remarkable Miss Marple entered a particularly favourite restaurant I frequented and into my life, changing it forever......
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The dog days of June had thankfully passed into a breezy July of hot-house temperatures, much beverages drank and minimal clothing worn. Which judging by the vision sitting opposite me at our table this very second was fine and dandy by me.
Being an item, we had arranged to meet for lunch, we always did on tuesdays for she liked to spend some of her weekly allowance her daddy gave her shopping in the city and afterwards she'd meet me from work at our favourite table at the Boulevard en Suite. Such was the heat she had entered gracefully, gliding amongst the diners and drawing many an admiring glance dressed as she was in a sleeveless white top and knee-length plain cream skirt with a hem-line of lace. The food and wine was exquiste as we relaxed and I listened to her talking about her day, what she'd bought and general curiosities that crossed her mind for she was one not to let silences last for long in company.
The remarkable thing about the truly remarkable Miss Marple was how totally un-remarkable she thought her "thing" was....
Resting her chin on an up-turned palm her eyes wandered idly around the room, a sure sign that her mind was beginning to wander as the wine took affect. I smiled indulgantly able at lesiure to sit and admire her obvious pristine charms and wonder what they'd be like free of clothes and cares. For despite the obvious temptation, a gentleman would never force such an issue whatever the given opportunity.
"Had a good day ?" I asked, making small talk to bring her back to me.
She blinked and smiled a perfect smile. "Oh my yes, don't I always. If daddy wants to give me money who am I not to indulge myself and see that it is spent forthwith !!"
I took another sip of wine. "You spent all of it ?" I enquired, slightly perturbed.
My lovely companion smiled, rather cheekily I thought with a touch of devilment glinting in her eyes. "Uhuh.." she whispered bending forward across the table. "All gone."
I was hard pushed to keep even the mearest hint of a smile off myface as she proceeded to show me her newly bought wares. Much as I'd thought. Clothes and knick knacks that would most probably be worn or used once and then discarded. "All of it ? I don't think daddy will be pleased. Wasn't that sum supposed to last you for a week ?" I enquired. Though she was the apple of her fathers eye I'd come to discover he was a man of strict morals and unbringing who ruled his house with a rod of iron.
"Oh, well yes I suppose so. Besides, what he and ma'ma don't know won't hurt them or mores to the point, heaven forbid, me will it ?" she sniffed, blushing slightly and lifting her chin up haughtily. "I mean., you certainly won't inform him will you.? " she stated flatly looking me in the eye. "After all we are an item."
Why, the trumpted up little madam !! Whilst somewhat grudginlgy admiring her barefaced cheek I was shocked at her attitude. Especially her presumed opinion of my moral fibre or lack of. "Oh, and what makes you think I won't inform him ?" I enquired.
She smiled knowingly, smugly. "Well, I know you won't. Least not if you want to stay in my good books and find favour."
I was so shocked I could only stare at her as she reached into an ivory bowl and popped a grape into her mouth chewing smugly as if she knew she was right.
"You think so hmmm ? Supposing I did. What would happen ?" I asked regaining my composure as I dabbed my lips with a white napkin.
At my question, she stopped chewing and her face turned slightly pale. "Oh well, daddy would do what all daddies would do wouldn't they ?. He'd blow his top and would take me in hand."
"In hand ?"
She licked her lips as if remembering something upleasant."It may have escaped your notice Sir that my daddy is a very strict daddy. He certainly doesn't brook no argument from any of his daughters, especially his eldest one. "No excuses, no scenes and no blubbing !!" he says. He just cuts to the chase and takes the rod to our er..." she glanced quickly around, lent further forward and whispered "bottoms."
Her bottom ?
The thought of her pater taking a slice of bamboo to her as yet unseen on my part (for shame Sir) derriere was one to linger over and cherish on a lonely night. I can well imagine the scene as he laid on a bakers dozen of swishy stingers, more than enough to chastise a willfull and naughty young lady such as the remarkable Miss Marple. Across from me I could see her licking the whipped cream off her desert spoon as if all was well in her little world. So she thinks I wouldn't tell hmmmm ...?
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An hour later as the setting sun sank into an orange mid-summer evenings haze we found ourselves in my apartment which was bathed in an orange laticed glow as the rays of the sun filtered through the blinds. Slipping off my jacket, I threw it over a chair and turned to the figure standing on my prize oriental rug in the middle of the floor, arms crossed and a deep, distasteful frown upon her pretty face.
"Drink ?" I asked her. No answer, but I had expected that for the journey from the restaurant to here had been the same. After my comments at the dinner table she'd gasped at my audacity and despite initial protests had clammed up tight. I had her trapped in a web of consequence and she knew it. The only sound was the sound of the world going by outside my first floor apartment window. Inside, time was, as they say, standing still.
But time, as they say too, doesn't stand still for no man.
"Lets begin shall we." I stated suddenly making her step back with surprise. Perhap's she thought I had been bluffing when in the restaurant as she'd smiled nonchalontly at me "If your daddy is to remain non the wiser over your spendthrift then it would be remiss of me as a man of manners and upbringing not to deal with you myself. After all its a matter of principle and the right thing for a gentleman to do."
Standing before me now, sullen yet still a picture of radiance she glowered at me. "I...you can't be serious. Its not proper !! Indeed Sir, its..its downright salacious in the extreme !! " she exclaimed, her hands bundled into fists on each hip. I could see her mind working over-time to escape. "Though we are an item, as you say, and have even shared a certain passion for kissing and fondling that still doesn't give you the right to punish my bottom, a ladies bottom a suitor shouldn't even see until their betrothal and wedding night !! This, this..." she pouted."its..its blackmail !!"
Rolling up my shirt sleeve I shrugged. "Well, it seems you have a choice to make then. Either I deal with you or your daddy does. I'd wager a fair shilling that he'd deal with you more harshly than I as well as stopping your allowance for a period. Consider not being able to shop for a month or two hmmmm?" I finished smiling as her mouth dropped open at the very thought !!
I could tell that was a consequence she hadn't considered. Then something else suddenly occurred to her as her eyes darted around the sparse furnishings of my apartment."Oh but wait, how can you punish me when you have nary a stick of that awful bamboo to hand !!" she said excitedly and with obvious relief for she was right. No matter for I had other idea's.
"Though a dose with a swishy cane will do you the world of good Miss Marple there are other ways to punish naughty ladies. A vigorous bout of hard hand spanking should suffice this time." I reasoned, walking over to my sofa and raising a helping hand for her to lie over my expectant lap. Shocked, she jumped back in alarm and waved a finger at me.
"A spanking ?!!" she cried."On my bare bottom ?" she squeaked."Absolutely not Sir. Its bad enough knowing I have to bare my buttocks in your precense but to allow your flesh to touch mine is just not...not ladylike !!"
She was quite lovely standing there in the fading sunlight all indignant and fiery in her temper. If our relationship was going to be a fruitful and happy one she'd just have to learn who was in charge.
"What was your daddys phone number again....?"
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"Ow ow ouch. Please oh not so hmmmmmmm ooooo hard !!" winced Miss Marple as I spanked her again trying to make her left cheek as tender and red as its companion. "Ah, haven't you finished yet Sir ? The sting is really quite awful you know!!" she hoped in vain, looking at me over her shoulder pleadingly.
I slapped her bottom again, this time a little harder.
"Ohhhhhhh please, please owwwwwww stop. I'm sorry I really ammmmmmm. I've learned my lesson truly I have !!" she groaned, squirming around to grasp and kneed her scarlet behind as well as trying to fend me off. Grasping her hand I forced it gently up her back out of the way leaving me with an unrestricted view of her behind. And a very fine behind it was too. Not too full, not too small. Blemish free with a dark cleft and each cheek topped off with a cute dimple. Giving in to temptation, I gave her perfect bottom another hefty swipe with my hand to embelish her punishment.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......."
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A short while later....
Smoothing down her skirt, the lovely Miss Marple glanced up at me as I stood watching with a look of amusement on my face. Reaching up she fixed her ribbon and met my gaze."You know, though you shouldn't of did what you did Herbert, all things considered I'm glad you did. At least a spanking from you is far less severe on my bottom than a dose of daddys awful cane!!" she smiled wryly reaching around to rub away any lingering after-effects. "Oh, do look at the time, Cook will have the tea ready. I really have to go." she finished hurriedly, giving me a peck on the cheek before running from my apartment and closing the door with a bang.
Well, well. What an eventful end to what had begun as an uneventful day and all because of the remarkable Miss Marple.
Watching from my balcony as she walked carefree down the street with many a male glance at her swaying hips and jiggling, freshly spanked bottom I smiled to myself. No doubt she was again looking forward to another shopping expedition at her daddy's expense next week I mused as I picked up the phone.
"What was her daddys phone number again....?"
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