Part 1.

December 1974 - Monday morning - 5.30am.

The milk float shook, rattled and rolled as it turned into Sycamore Drive, the collected empties in their crates jingling as the battery powered van sped on its serene way at the top speed of 20mph. Forty eight year old Edward Jones, wrapped up warm with black overcoat, woolly scarf and bobble hat to keep out the minus Celsius chill whistled as he neared the end of his delivery round with his breath chuffing and huffing around him like a steam engine.

The chill bit his nose as he sat in his open cab, the faint dusting of snow setting a festive scene even though Christmas was still a week away. He reached up and flicked the Santa Claus which hung from his rear view mirror. He pulled up and hopped out grabbing a couple of pints of milk and dropping them on the step of number 38 - The Wilsons.

A note was in one of the empty bottles, pulling out his round penny spectacles he read it.

"Dear Eddie,

Could you also please leave a pint of orange juice and a six-box of farm eggs please.

Ta very much.

Elsie."

"Orange juice and eggs. Now where did I put them ?" he muttered, going to the back of the float and opening the case. "Here we go." he whistled and placed the requested items on the step next to the two pints of milk.

With a hop, skip and a jump he was back in the cab and on his way.

Everyone in the street was asleep apart from the odd behind drawn curtain's glow of the early shift workers or those returned from nights, the pitch black darkness only broken by the golden haze of lamp lights. As the milk-float rumbled on, he arrived at number 42.

One solitary bottle stood on the doorstep.

Eddie smiled as he saw the folded note stuck in the neck. Pulling to a stop, he grabbed a pinta and went over to the door. Swapping bottles he took out the note and read it.

He grinned. He began to whistle a tune as he stuffed the note into his top pocket while looking up at the dark, drawn bedroom curtains of number 42. He doffed an imaginary cap and jumped back into his van setting off down the road whistling merrily.

"Santa Claus is coming to town.."

*

At the sound of clinking glass, the curtains of number 42 twitched and parted slightly. Through the gap, the woman peeked out into the dark dawn watching as the burly figure of the milkman drove away from her door.

"Oh heck." she murmured. What on earth had possessed her to write that note ?! She reached back and rubbed her bum through her nightie. Tomorrow was going to be a very interesting day that was for sure.

*

Edward Jones had been the local milkman for nigh on twenty years and loved his job, he knew everyone and everyone knew him.

He was a big bear of a man all pumped up gristle and muscle, for a bloke approaching fifty he was in pretty good shape. He wasn't especially good-looking, his face was a bit non-descript with a boxers beak, Kirk Douglas dimple and his black, now greying hair was thinning fast...worse luck, his main asset though was his jovial manner and nature. He was the sort of person who couldn't stand still for a minute. He had to be seen to busy keeping his mind and body active whether it was at work or pursuing his afternoon and evening interests as his milkround was usually finished by dinner-time. He added his dues and efforts to various local charities, helping out with fundraising and raffles, to all intents and purposes he was a treasured member of the local community.

He was also single.

With his own business.

The local women of the towns ladies guild where he worked as a volunteer found this situation most intriguing and Mr Jones was often the subject of much gossip amongst the more eagle eyed and crafty of the opposite sex. Matchmaking was the order of their day. He knew it as well and played along with the "Oh, Mr Jones. You are a saucy devil !!" banter directed towards him when he found himself in the Town Hall tea-room with around six or seven distinguished and attentative ladies each offering him some morsel as he sat in his old-fashioned black suit and dicky-bow tie enjoying their "attentions".

Over the three months he had been a volunteer with this particular group, he had become acquainted with three rather interesting ladies all of whom worked part-time in the local charity shop on the high street where he regularly delivered bric-a-brac for sale. Ladies, he had discovered to his delighted surprise shared "certain" common interests as him. Interests that most certainly would be frowned upon if they ever got out and became public knowledge. It was one of these ladies he was paying a visit too this fine winters Tuesday morning.

Her name was Elaine Smith, recently divorced and she lived at number 42.

*

Eddie looked up and down the lane as he pulled the note from his pocket.

"Dear Eddie,

I'm afraid I'm not able to pay you for this past months delivery's again, so perhaps we can come to some sort of arrangement like we did a few weeks ago ? If you're not too busy, I will be home between the hours of 10am and 11am tommorrow, Tuesday the 22nd.

I look forward to seeing you then.

Yours

Elaine."

He looked at his watch. 10.15am.

He smiled as he imagined her waiting on tender hooks for him to arrive. He liked her immensely, she was a bonny wee lass about five years younger than him, a bit shorter than his 5ft 11" with her blonde hair set in a Maryln Monroe style moptop and perm who filled her sensible blouses, knee length dresses and skirts very nicely indeed. She was of breezy character smattered with an easygoing charm, kind, compassionate but with a hint of nervous purity which did funny things to him below his expanding girth and waistline. Whenever he visited the shop, she'd greet him with a twinkle in her blue eyes and wind him up something rotten with suggestive glances and innocently revealing postures.

He stuck his hands in his pockets as he remembered that fateful day just a few weeks ago which changed each of their lives forever.

It had been a cold and chilly Wednesday in November..

*

Eddie grunted as he lifted the cardboard box full of odds and sods out of his van and staggered into the Charity shop barging the door open.

"Are you all right Eddie, you'll do yourself an injury doing that...here let me help." tutted Mrs Smith as she came from behind the counter and added an extra pair of hands to the job.

"Ta very much petal, tis a bit heavy and all, must be getting too old for this sort of carrying and humping !!" he wheezed as they both shuffled sideways like a pair of duelling crabs and plonked the box down on the stockroom floor.

"Whew !!" sighed Elaine wringing her hands. "How's about I make us a hot cup of coffee to ease our aches and pains ?" she smiled going to get the kettle.

"Good idea lass. A cuppa sounds grand." he grinned reaching in his trews and pulling out a hankie to wipe his brow. He sat down at the small table, looking around at the rows of second-hand clothes and jumble festooned with silvery, shimmering tinsel and cheer.

"Ye've made a right smashing job with the decorations Elaine. Are you going to hang some lights on the tree ? If you haven't any here I think I've got a set lying around somewhere at home." he called out.

"No, its alright. I think there's a box in the cupboard here that'll make do." she called out above the hiss of the steaming, boiling kettle.

Eddie got up and went into the small kitchen, standing at the door he looked at her as she fussed about.

She was dressed in a flowery, long sleeved white blouse which was buttoned to the top and a knee length ocean blue skirt which had a thin golden stitch as a hem-line. He wasn't sure if she was wearing blue tights or thigh, high stockings and suspenders. He smiled grimly knowing he much prefered the latter.

She smiled at him warmly and urged him to sit down. They made small talk for a while, commenting on the weather, Christmas and shop business. But for some strange reason he could sense and see something was on her mind making her flush every now and again whilst avoiding his gaze. "Wonder wot's up ?" he mused as he looked at her over the rim of his cup trying not to make his interest too obvious. Come to think of it, he wouldn't mind making his interest obvious but he knew she was still coming to terms with her divorce and the resulting fallout.

He decided to take the plunge in a roundabout sort of way. "Elaine petal, is anything wrong ? You seem a bit upset." he asked before he bit into his thick sandwich.

Elaine gave a start and rattled her cup in its saucer. "Oh, me no nothing." she stuttered going red."Well, not exactly nothing Eddie. I've er.." She bit her lip wondering how she should put what she was about to say.

"Its alright, you can tell me anything, after all I am your milkman." he laughed gently making her smile.

She drew herself up, thrusting out her bosom which made him swallow expansively. "Well, actually Eddie it does have something to do with you being my milkman." she began fidgetting nervously.

"Oh ?" he muttered surprised.

She nodded. "Y..you know it's nearly time for me to settle my m..monthly milk bill again ?" she began, leaning forward looking at him with those big, round blue eyes.

He nodded.

"Due Friday as I recall." he mused as he chewed thoughtfully, his mind running here and there trying to figure out what she was up to.

"Well..." she began, her voice dying to almost a little girl squeak."I...I think I'm not going to be able to pay you. I'm a little short this month what with Christmas and all. I promise I'll pay you next month. Please Eddie, I'd be ever so grateful." she smiled hopefully at him.

He sat back and stared at her. "Not again !!" he thought. "This is the second month she's missed." he sighed as he reached up and scratched his thinning pate. "Thats two months missed Elaine. You'll cost me a fortune. Its just not good enough is it ?" he scolded her watching her stick out her bottom lip and pout like a naughty child. She shook her head.

"You're a grown woman Elaine, all you have to do is put a couple of pounds away every week and everything will be as right as rain." he sighed sitting back in his chair, knowing that she had wound him around her little finger again. He shrugged and nodded. "Suppose so. Last chance mind Elaine." he said, his voice rumbling to make the point.

She smiled at him gratefully.

"If you were my wife, I'd of belted yer bum for being so daft." he said suddenly as he took a sip of tea.

There was a stunned silence as he realised what he had said. Eddie coughed embarrassed. stood up and looked around as he fumbled with his coat making ready to leave. "Er.." he began with his face a beacon of blushing red. "Thanks for the cuppa. I'd best be off, got to visit the dairy."

Elaine sat there gobsmacked.

"He said what ?" her mind stumbled. "Did he really say what I think he said ?!" The words "I'd of belted yer bum." rang round her head and to her great, gasping surprise she found herself becoming rather warm and fruity in southern regions of her person. She glanced up at her elderly friend who was fixing his scarf around his neck with a purple face. She was staring at him in a whole new light.

Maybe instead of...

Maybe he would rather...

Maybe he would like to...

She gasped, her chest heaving as she realised she wouldn't mind a bit if he took her stupidity out on her backside, in a strange roundabout way she felt she owed him something for his labours. But a belting ? "Could I actually submit to that, let him do that to me ?" she asked herself feeling goosebumps rise. But how to break the ice, she knew he was interested in her, she had seen him looking at her often enough with thinly disguised admiration. A slow smile crept up her face as she had a rather bright idea.

Eddie was about to leave the shop when he heard Elaine calling him from the storeroom. To be honest he couldn't get out of there fast enough. "Talk about making a chump of yourself Eddie." he scolded himself flushing with embarrassment.

As he passed through the doorway. "Elaine, whats the matt..." he began but his voice died in his throat as he stared at her as she tottered about on the top rung of a small step-ladder.

He stood staring as he watched her reach up with her back to him trying to grab a box on the top shelf of the cupboard.

She looked around and saw him standing there staring as more and more nylon clad leg was revealed as she stood on tip-toe, she smiled at his obvious bemused interest. She put part two of her plan into operation.

She turned and reached up again,

"Eddie, I think the Christmas lights are in this box. But, I don't feel very safe. Can you hold the ladder ?" she called out, wobbling her backside for greater effect.

Eddie swallowed real hard and went over trying not to stare at such a tasty morsel but gave up with a shivery sigh.

He grasped the ladder just below her white pumps as she fumbled about above trying to heave out the box.

"Er sure petal, I've got hold of the ladder now. Just you watch what you're doing. Don't you think I should do it?" he asked looking up.

Big mistake.

He stuck his tongue out between his teeth as he gazed up at the vision before him. His eyes as round as saucers, he stared up transfixed as her skirt flowered open like the bottom of a church bell revealing the secrets of her femininity to him in glorious technicolour.

Her backside was encased in a powdery blue pair of snug-fit knickers, her blue stockings clasped in place with white clips whilst showing a fair amount of white thighed flesh to his slavouring gaze. He winced at the uncomfortable feeling in his pants.

Elaine, figuring that he had had enough time to have a bloody good look glanced down and put plan three into action.

"I....I think I've got it. Yes, there we go. I'm coming down now so keep a hold of the steps Eddie until...oh." she wobbled as she began to hesitantly make her way down.

"Take your time Elaine." he encouraged her, his voice sounding squeaky as he continued to lick his lips at the sight of her swaying hips.

As she tried to plant her right foot down on the next step she lost her balance. "Eddieeeee !!" she cried feeling herself falling back knowing he would catch her.

Eddie gave a start and stepped forward while automatically reaching up to grab her hips and to his horror found his upper body disappearing underneath her skirt as she landed on his shoulders astride his head. He staggered back and tottered around not able to see where he was going.

Elaine giggled to herself as she squeezed his head between her thighs and covered her mouth with her hand trying to stifle a laugh as she heard him mumbling under her skirt.

He could feel the material of her knickers rubbing against the back of his head and the warm heat radiating from her white thighs as he tried to gather his wits, by rights he should have lifted her off him and dropped her to the floor...but he hadn't..he simply stood there like an idiot, non plussed as he savoured the view and the smells as he held her tight.

She gave him another second then she reached down and tapped his head through her skirt.

"Eddie ? she smiled as she felt him running his hands up and down her thighs as he supported her weight on his shoulders.

There was an unintelligable grunt.

"Do you like my bum.?" she asked him quietly as she bit her lip.

There was a pause then another grunt.

"Do you remember what you said earlier ?" she asked making a face as she felt his whiskers scraping the inside of her left thigh.

Another pause.

Another single grunt."

She eased forward slightly in his grip pushing the crotch of her knickers against the back of his neck. "Maybe, since I've, I've been such a silly nincompoop lately you should...." she drew a deep breath."Give me what you think I deserved. A belted bum."

"Eddie, since I can't pay you with money maybe I could settle my bill this way by letting you smack my bum. If that's alright with you.?" she whispered softly, praying that she hadn't made a fool of herself.

No answer.

Seconds went by.

Still no answer.

Elaine looked down but could only see his shoes. This wasn't going to plan.

It hadn't worked.

She began to feel embarrassed. "Eddie." she began, wishing the ground would open up and swallow her whole.

Suddenly. "YYYEEEEEEOOWWWWCCCCH Eddie !!!" she cried out.

He bent down and dropped her off his shoulders onto her feet, smiling as he watched her frowning and "ooohhhing" and "aaahhinngg" as she rubbed both cheeks of her bum where he had pinched her.

He grinned as she looked up, smoothing down her skirt.

"What ?" she asked him feeling totally embarrassed under his gaze.

"So Mrs Smith, instead of paying my bill you'd rather I spank your backide as way of recompense hmm ?" he asked folding his arms.

She bit her lip, frowned and nodded.

"Are you sure ?" he asked her.

She nodded again.

"We'll have to arrange a time. When are you free ?"

"Friday. I..I'm free Friday afternoon." she stuttered.

"Good." he nodded. "I'll deal with you on Friday. See you then petal." he smiled and with that he was gone.

Elaine stood motionless. "What on earth have I gotten myself into ? A spanking at my age !!"

"Is he really going to smack my bum ?"

He was and he did.

*

The present.

With a smile and shiver at the memory he stepped up to the mahogany door and rattled the knocker.

RAT-A-TAT-TAT !!

Elaine jumped in fright as she stood with her hands in the kitchen sink doing her dishes.

"Ohhh..." she cried as suds flew in all directions as she looked for the tea towel to dry her hands.

Her belly was full of fluttering butterflies that made her head spin and feel faint.

"He's here..." her mind shivered recalling his last visit just a week ago when he had dealt with her for the third time. Her bum cheeks clenched in anticipation.

"Just, just a minute...coming..!!" she called out as she ran down the hall stopping as she passed the long mirror, giving her shoulder length blonde hair a pat before answering the door. Steeling herself she took a deep breath and clicked it open.

The milkman stood on her step beaming a toothy smile and nodding his head.

"Ow do, Elaine...just me, right on time just like you said in your note..if all's well.?" he boomed, his voice sounding like a welsh tennor.

She glanced across the street and waved her hand at him.

"Shhhhhhhhhushhhhhhhhh, yah daft nelly, come in afor the whole street see's yer.!" she whispered fiercly.

Stepping aside she let him in, she poked her head out of her door looking around and satisfied no one had seen anything she slammed it shut.

*

"Eeeeeeh Elaine, them's nice knickers dear, you been spendin your Gerald's money again." smiled Eddie as he bent down and tugged up her grey skirt.

Elaine looked at him through her legs as she hung upside down on the wooden tressle.

"Bought them from Woolies, why don't you like them Mr Jones, I even put on me good stockin's and suspenders...?" she answered feeling the blood rushing to her head in this uncomfortable position.

The knickers in question were pink, frilly and made of cotton and hugged her nether regions so very nice and tight, her shapely pins were painted in thigh high tan stockings held in place with a white suspender belt and clips.

"They look right smashing Elaine, they sure do make your arse look nice and big." muttered Eddie standing back surveying the lady before him.

In his spare time, he had made a special present for her....a padded four legged tressle which he had surprised her with...telling her it would be ideal for when they had one of their get togethers.

Ideal for a big bummed lady to drape over.

At this precise moment Elaine was suitably "draped".

"Er...Eddie, what's it going to be this time dear.?" asked Elaine bumping up her hips to try and get more comfy.

Standing with his back to the fire, he rubbed his chin as he warmed himself up with the logs snapping and crackling away.

"Well, let me see now, what did I use on you last time.?" he wondered aloud as he stood admiring the view.

"Oh, you....sod Edward Jones you know exactly what it was....my hairbrush and AND it really marked my bot so it did, it made such a big bruise on my left cheek that lasted for days...I couldn't sit straight, eeh I was so embarrassed at the way I kept fidgeting at the last ladies meeting..they must of thought I had ant's in my pants.!" she finished bending further forward lifting her left foot and rubbing it up and down her right calf.

"Heh heee, you silly lump, now that I would like to have seen, heh hee more like ants in yer knickers...heh heeee" laughed Eddie reaching forward and pinching her sizeable right bottom cheek making her squeak in alarm.

"What are you laughing at...?, it wasn't your bum that was soooo sore, yours would be as well if you'd have had 20 whacks with that thing...!!" she scolded him stamping her right foot for effect.

"Alright, alright calm down afor ye pee yourself petal, no I shan't use the hairbrush again....I've got something extra special in mind just for you this day." he whispered bending over her slightly.

Elaine shivered.

"Oh...?" she asked alarmed, one thing she knew was that Mr Jones was full of surprises.

"Hmm huh dear, bought this especially for today's little get together." he smiled.

"W..what....oh...OH....OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH..!!!!!" she squeaked as he walked around in front of her and pulled out the instrument of her coming torture from a brown carrier bag.

"OOOOOOOOOooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhh...Eddddddddiiiiiiiieee.." she moaned squeezing her thighs and bum cheeks together, "Yyyoouuuu can't use that on my little bummm pllleeeeasseeee..!!!" she started to whimper knowing that the old bugger wouldn't take a blind bit of notice.

Eddie snorted in disbelief....what a fibber.!!!!

"Little, did you say little...whey Elaine Smith you've got the fattest arse this side of the Tyne, look..," he stepped forward again and grabbed a fair chunk of beknickered blubber,"...look, see this...you've got more padding than a sumo wrestler...this is a big, fat, mature WOMANLY hintend, you're not some little dimple with a seat the size of an apple, noooooo this is a reeeaaalll arse you've got here and real arses are nice and big and bouncy," he gave her a quick slap making her jerk and grunt,"..and what do ladies big fat arses need most...hmmmm.?"

Elaine sniffed.

"A s..sp..spanking.?" she mumbled tearfully.

"AND...?" he asked her in a stern manner.

"A b...belting a...and whipping...sir." she whispered feeling like a schoolgirl. Eddie savoured his moment of triumph whilst resting his hand on her curved back.

"Good lass..now we had better make a start or we'll be here all day."

She nodded.

"Oh heck," she cringed looking at THAT THING in his hand,"...that is going to hurt me soooooooooooooo much.!!"

Eddie came around and made a decision.

"So my gal, you can't pay me for another month..hmmm, well, thats just not good enough is it...?" he asked her tut tutting as he walked around her bent frame,"...is it.!!" he whispered tapping her bottom.

"N...no sir, its n.n.not...I'm soooo sorry sir really I am...it won't h...happen again...pleeeeeasssse don't p..punish me...sir...its Christmas!!" she had begun to weep now as they both got into their stride.

"Christmas...bah humbug...!!!, you're such a bad little girl Elaine, I've warned you before what would happen if you couldn't pay me...well time to pay the piper..with a sore arse my girl...on the bare.!!" he replied reaching forward and with a swift yank drew down her pink frillies over her full womanly hips to mid thigh.

"Ohhhhhh,...." she moaned blushing beetroot with shame and embarrassment as she knew he was staring at her naked backside and the secret treasures held within.

"Very nice my dear, I think a good twenty laid on handsome and hard should mend your ways...prepare yourself now." he ordered stepping to her left side.

Elaine reached out and grabbed each leg of the tressle, her knuckles turning white with fear and....and..

Excitement.

Eddie raised his arm back and looked at his surprise present for his good friend...

He had gone to the local leather goods shop and browsing around had purchased one or two knick-knacks.

Including this.

As it reached the top of its swing, the leather bound shaft bent back with the momentum, the folded, shiny brown tip swayed slightly as it hung suspended in time and then with a grunt.....

Whhhhhhhhhiiiiiippp-wwwwwwwhhhhhhhhoooooossssssssshhhhhh.

Edward Jones, the milkman swung with all his might.

Cccccccccrraaaaaccccccckkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

With a fearsome lash, the riding crop fell.

*

"YYYYYYYOOOOOWWWWCCCCHHHHEDDIEEEEEEEE!!!"

She screamed as blow number twenty landed smack-dab across both cheeks of her welted bum.

Eddie, grinning widely leant forward and inspected his handywork laughing as he watched each cheek wince and wobble trying to ease the sting.

"Whew...she can really take a fair hiding can this one." he muttered to himself.

He was suitably impressed by her tolerance of extreme pain.

He took out his spectacles and perched them on the end of his nose looking at the criss-cross tramlines of bevelled, purple welts which decorated her fat arse.

He licked his finger and touched one particularly sore looking crevase.

"OW...owch Eddie, thats flipping sore you know." she cried out as tears dripped from her cheeks.

"I bet it is petal, you sure can take a whipping like no one I know..." he wheezed as his eyes dropped to her hairy furrow where his nose could detect exotic perfumes wafting.

He felt a familiar heartbeat stirring in his trews.

But he decided he'd better not push his luck, he didn't want her to be upset if he tried anything "funny" on with her...just best be thankful that she let him indulge his fantasy in real-life. He still couldn't believe his luck that he had found someone who was "into" this kind of thing as much as he was.

He smiled warmly at her as she tried to get up.

"Oooo, feel a bit dizzy, help me up Eddie.." she mumbled as he stepped forward to guide her as she tottered about unsteadily whilst trying not to stare at her fair bush which was on full view.

"There ye go petal, how are you feeling now...that was a fair lashing ye took.." he asked her concerned.

Elaine reached down and grabbed her French knickers hauling them up over her roasting backside.

"Ow," she winced and blew her cheeks out, huffing and ppsffffttttting as she gingerly wobbled her bum around.

"Eeeeeh Eddie it sure does sting, I bet you've made my arse swell twice as big ye devil.!!" she smiled before laughing at his pink complection.

Eddie just beamed and nodded.

She looked around and her eyes fell on the crop.

"And where on earth did you get that thing,...they're only supposed to be used on bloody horses.!! she laughed picking it up and waving it around.

She stopped, then with a twinkle in her blue eyes brought the rod to her lips and gave it a kiss.

"But I love it..."

*

A little while and a hot cup of tea and chocolate biscuit later...

They stood on her doorstep with the wind gusting around them with faint flecks of snow swirling in the mix.

"Now you run along Edward, I've got to do me face up and put some cold cream on my you know what and then I'm out shopping for this afternoon." she looked up and down the lane before stepping forward and planting a kiss on his cheek. "Eddie, that was wonderful...I love it when you chastise me like that...makes me feel so giddy and nice..now go on, off with you you silly old bugger !!" she grinned giving him a push.

She watched him walk away aways.....then he stopped.

He turned and pulled the collar of his coat up around his ears and fixed his flat cap.

"Remember" he shouted."If you want anymore special deliveries leave a note in the empty bottle."

*

Part 2.

December the 27th.

Jennifer Bootle looked up as she heard her letter-box clack shut signalling the arrival of Mr Woods the postman.

Getting up and setting aside her book she went and collected her mail.

"Ooo three..." she mumbled to herself bending down to pick up the white envelopes lying on her mat.

Back in her sitting-room she opened them up, the first two were letters and well wishes from relatives down south hoping she had had a nice Christmas.

"Ahhhh sweet..." she smiled placing each letter behind the clock on her mantlepiece above a roaring fire.

The soothing lilt and soft jingle of carols sung by choir on the radio filled the room as she looked at the last envelope.

The third letter was altogether a different matter.

It was addressed correctly...to her, but when she turned it over she saw there was a return address on the back.

Leaning down and using the fire glow to read by...her heart stopped.

Her hand came to her mouth in surprise.

IF UNDELIVERED PLEASE RETURN TO FOLLOWING ADDRESS:

27 BINGLEY BOTTOM LONGHURST NORTHUMBERLAND.

THANK YOU.

She recognised that address....and knew who lived there. It was from Mr Jones....her milkman.

*

Miss Jennifer Bootle was 37 years of age, she had never married having spent most of her adult life looking after her ailing mother who had sadly past away last year, she lived fairly comfortably in a small bungalow just behind the 11th century church of St Bede with its towering spire dominating the landscape for miles around.

She was a dark haired woman, her locks as black as pitch fell to her waist although she usually kept it bound in a huge single pony-tail tied off with a black ribbon.

She was a pleasing shape having inherited much of her poise and stature from her mothers side of the family with wide matronly hips, a comfortably sized bosom and a seat best described as "stuffed". She stood around 5ft8" in her heels and wore clothes with elegance and style.

And what style.

Ever since she was a little girl and had sat in school reading about life at the turn of the century, Victoriana women had fascinated her, the way they looked and the way they dressed with tight bodices, corsets and French bloomers underneath flowing pleated dresses, skirts and other fancies.

Over the years she had collected many items which reflected her interests, costumes sadly not to be worn in public but only at special functions like the local Historic Preservation Society she belonged to.

Meetings were held on the last Thursday of each month and she would readily volunteer when they needed someone to model clothes as part of a discussion or lecture.

Still, even as she went about her daily life working at the Charity shop on the high street outwardly dressed in sensible blouses, knitted cardigans and respectable tweed skirts...underneath the fasade of modernity she wore her treasures of times past, tight laced whale boned corsets, white sleeveless chemises and finally to round off the nod to her ancestors..a full pair of French, split bottomed bloomers.

Speaking of charity.

She looked up from the unopened letter at the clock..10.30am.

"Tsk...I'm going to be late.!" she admonished herself and ran to get her coat shoving the letter in her cardigan pocket. Making sure everything was secure she left the house for her shift at the charity shop.

*(proof-read aok)

What a day..!!

She plopped herself down in a chair.

"Busy...hmmmm.?" asked Mrs Purvis, a wobbly doughnut of a lady with a scary mop of ginger beer hair.

Jennifer smiled and waved her hand in front of her face.

"Yes...rather." she sighed.

Mrs Purvis was engrossed in examining an ornamental vase decorated with the picture of water lilly's floating on a distant lake fired with a china blue glaze which sparkled in the light.

"I'm not surprised, ye've got some fair nick-nacks in this week....are they all jumble.?" queried Mrs Purvis as she put the china down.

She turned and plucked a particularly fine pink and red dress from the "?5 the LOT.!!!" rack.

"Hmmmmm...they were delivered yesterday when I was off, think they're from the post Christmas job lot sales in Newcastle." she explained.

She looked on as Mrs Purvis held the second-hand dress before her in front of the long mirror.

Prudence Purvis twisted this way and that, humming and aahhing as she tried to figure out how she could fit into the flimsy dress which was obviously too many sizes too small.

Jennifer hid a smile behind her hand watching her antics.

"Never in a million years." she thought as the older woman gave up with a sigh and hung it back on the rail.

"Bit tight..." she mumbled, sticking her lips out like she was sucking orange juice through a straw.

Jennifer just nodded...tactfully.

Mrs Purvis pulled on her woolly hat, buttoned up her coat, said cheerio and left the shop as the snow began to fall again outside.

All was quiet as Jennifer went into the kitchen/storeroom to make a cuppa when she remembered the letter.

With kettle boiled and a tea bag stewing in her cup, she sat down and drew the knife under the ridge of the envelope.

Shaking slightly, she began to read.

*

His last words held her transfixed.

She could feel her heart da, duh dumping in her chest, she felt quite woozy as the blood pounded around her system.

"I'll call at around 10.30am on the 28th,if thats agreeable with you.

If you wish to cancel...just give me a ring from the shop and we'll forget all about this.

Whatever you decide, I'm sure we will remain good friends.

Your humble servant,

Mr Edward Jones esq."

She silently mouthed the words over and over to herself.

Her eyes narrowed on the date.

"28th....?" she mused taking a sip of tea.

The 28th was tommorrow.

"Oh...thats, thats...tommorr....so soon.?" she realised.

Could she go through with it.?

But even as she fought to find an excuse, a way out..something else was stirring....stirring deep in her soul and her loins.

She wanted this.

She crumpled the blue note-paper into a ball, squeezing it tightly in her fist.

"I will go through with it." she spoke out to the empty room.

She reached back and brought her long, black pony-tail over her right shoulder and began to stroke it slowly.

"If only I hadn't been so blummin' nosey..." she smiled ruefully.

She sighed remembering that fateful Tuesday afternoon just before Christmas, a day when her world which had been so nice, placid and calm fell apart.

It was supposed to have been an innocent pre-Christmas shopping trip.

With her friend.

A friend who lived in the same street....at number 42.

*

It was just before Christmas...

Jennifer stood at the bus stop looking worried, glancing every now and again at her watch.

"She's late.!" she sighed as she tucked up the collar of her coat trying to keep out the winters breeze which had begun to pick up.

Then she heard someone calling.

"Jen...Jennifer...wait up, oofffhhh" shouted a blonde mopped, blue over-coated figure hurrying towards her.

Jennifer smiled as her friend Elaine Smith came up to her, huffing and blowing as if she'd run a marathon.

"Eeeeh, sorry pet....I'm sooo late...here now though." she wheezed as she rummaged in her hand-bag for a hanky to blow her nose.

"Sokay...Ellie, no harm...look here's the bus now...come on, got any change...no, look, here I'll pay us there, you pay us back." shuffled Jennifer grabbing her friends arm and hauling her onto the bus, telling her to sit at the back as she got the tickets.

Elaine, still out of breath wobbled unsteadily as she made her way down the aisle trying to find spare seats as the bus was full of festive day trippers out on a last minute hunt for Christmas presents. Jennifer followed and plonked herself down next to her, shuffling her backside until she got comfy on the squeaky, two-sitter seat.

Subdued in their own thoughts, they both watched the world sail by out of the window, sometimes one or the other pointing out little everyday things which caught their fancy.

As the journey went on, Jennifer looked at her companion who seemed rather quiet.

She wasn't usually this way, the Elaine Smith she knew was a bubbly character who always had a smile, sunny disposition and who, when she got going could talk the arse off a donkey.

But for some reason not today, although she certainly couldn't keep still...talk about ant's in your pants.!

She couldn't stop wriggling.!

Every now and again, her fair features would pucker up into a wince as the bus bobbed and lolled over a particularly big bump in the road, she was even "owwwww"ing under her breath.

"Maybe she's had an accident...or something." thought Jennifer as she listened to her friends breath whistle between her teeth as they went over a pot hole.

She nudged Elaine's arm with hers.

"Are you alright dear.?" she asked concerned.

Elaine turned to her and blushed.

"W...what, oh...no, no everythings fine Jennifer...just feel a bit...er...think I've got a bit of a temperature coming on...a bit ahhh hot." she mumbled, "...I'll be fine once we get to the shops." Jennifer nodded and smiled.

"If its just a chill she's got, then why can't she sit bloody still.?" she wondered.

The bus continued on its journey.

*

"Oh....Jennifer, look at this, isn't it lovely and such a beautiful red." cried Elaine as she held up the blouse from the rack.

Jennifer bobbed her head from shoulder to shoulder examining the garment.

"Sure is Ellie, suits you to a tee....why don't you go and try it on...changing rooms are over there." she nodded indicating the way.

Elaine, free from the shackles of spendthrift wheeled around and attacked another rack where the skirts hung.

"Ahhhhhhaaa.!" she cried finding her size in a matching red, "..there we go Jen...look, I'm a scarlet woman.!" she laughed.

Jennifer, already weighed down with bags of this and bags of that smiled at her older friends happiness.

"She must of won a helluva settlement." she mused, smiling.

*

A little while later....in the fitting rooms.

Elaine pulled the curtain back and stepped inside the small cubicle.

"Keep an eye out while I try these on." she whispered to Jennifer.

Jennifer sat herself down in a nearby chair and nodded.

"Hurry up mind, time's getting on."

Elaine grinned and drew the curtain back closed.

Jennifer smiled and nodded at the assistants who hustled and bustled about here and there helping customers with queries and sales.

She glanced at her watch tapping the dial.

"What's taking her so long.?" she sighed as she stretched her legs out to ease the ache in her feet as they still throbbed from an afternoon's galivanting around the shops.

She could hear Ellie cursing and mumbling as she stripped off trying on her choices.

Looking down, she could just see underneath the bottom of the curtain as a blouse and skirt dropped to the floor.

Then for some reason...curiosity got the better of her.

She glanced around making sure nobody was watching her, then reached across with her hand and pulled back the curtain just a smidgeon to peek inside.

Jennifer felt her mouth bob open in amazment and shock.

"What on earth...?"

At that precise moment Elaine had bent over at the waist displaying her sizeable backside to Jennifer's open mouthed gaze.

"Blimey, no wonder she couldn't sit still.!" gasped Jennifer to herself.

Unknown to her, Elaine was showing off her freshly cropped derriere, each cheek flashing red, yellow, mottled blue, black and crimson.

Raised welts criss-crossed her fat arse as if she had been branded with a hot iron.

Jennifer was dumbstruck.

Gobsmacked.

Shocked.

"Has she been attacked, in an accident...or something, were the police involved.?" she wondered as she watched her companion reach behind her and pull out the seat of her white knickers which had got stuck up her arse crack. "Why hasn't she said anything.?" she mused as Elaine suddenly straightened up in the cubicle pulling up the red skirt.

Er....whoops.

Elaine glanced in the mirror and saw the gap in the curtain and the reflection of her friend staring in shock at her blistered bum.

Their eyes met.

Jennifer froze, then flushing with embarrassment she dropped the curtain and sat back bolt upright in her chair, her heart hammering in her chest.

"Oh heck...now what.?"

*

Elaine paused with her key in the lock and turned to Jennifer, a look of uncertainty on her face.

Since the incident that afternoon, they had hardly spoken to one another through sheer embarrassment and awkwardness.

Elaine knew what her friend had seen, she sure as hell couldn't miss it as she had practically stuck her bum in her face.!

She had been mortified as she realised what was on show....even though her backside still throbbed something rotten, she had forgotten about its colourful disposition in her delight of spending.

"What on earth must she think.!" she had muttered as the cubicle curtain fell.

She had dressed in double quick time and had greeted Jennifer with a fixed smile and gone and bought the red blouse and skirt.

Now as they stood outside her door she felt she needed to break the silence between them......but what to say.?

Elaine bit her lip.

"Jen..Jennifer about this afternoon...I, I think I'd better...." she stumbled feeling herself blushing,"...cup of tea.?" she finished lamely.

Jennifer looked at her for a second then nodded.

Elaine turned the key, pushed open her door and let them both into her home out of the biting wind.

*(pr-aok)

Jennifer was speechless.

She didn't know what to say.

She took another sip of tea and stared at Elaine who was sitting opposite her as they both sat at the kitchen table.

Finally...

"But, but....doesn't it hurt.?" she asked trying to understand how her friend could like having THAT done to her.

Elaine rubbed her arms as she thought about that.

"Oh, it hurts alright....he certainly lays it on when he gets going so he does, but...I don't know why Jen but...I really like and enjoy it...sounds daft I know but once you get above the pain and can handle it, it...it feels so ...so nice.!!" she made a helpless face.

Jennifer nearly choked on her tea.

"Nice...nice...!!" she laughed shaking her head, "...but your bum's all marked and bruised.!" Elaine just shrugged an "I know".

More questions were popping up in Jennifer's head.

"How, how many times has he...you know done it to you.?" she asked, genuinely interested now that the embarrassment and shock of such an intimate tryst had faded.

"Em...let me think, started last November when I couldn't pay my bill..he er..spanked me that first time, then I er...missed it again and he used one of my flip-flops to whack me, then...hmmmm the third time he used my hairbrush...that flipping well hurt a lot.!" she grimaced making Jennifer laugh out loud at her audacity and brass neck.

Elaine's eyes lit up.

"Oh aye, and this morning he used a riding crop on me...that's why I couldn't sit still on the bus...ouwch talk about having an itchy, sore bot.!" she finished giggling like a schoolgirl. Jennifer rattled her cup in its saucer.

"This morning...you mean he was here THIS morning.?" she asked shocked and bemused.

Elaine just smiled and nodded at the wide eyed younger woman.

Then she had an idea.

She licked her lips.

"Do you want to have a look...I'll show you if you like.?"

Jennifer jumped back in her chair.

"Show me what.?" she asked dimly.

"My bum silly, so you can see what he did."

"Oh, well....er..if you want to." muttered Jennifer feeling the blood drain from her face.

"Wait a sec..." laughed Elaine as she got too her feet and turned around,"...ready.?" she asked over her shoulder.

No, she flipping well wasn't...but she nodded anyway.

Elaine reached back and began to tug up her skirt.

As more and more of her friends blistered backside was revealed, the more she began to feel a certain seed germinate and begin to grow within her.

And so on that chilly Winters afternoon, Miss Jennifer Bootle, a fine upstanding member of the community was bitten by the spanking bug.

*

Click...

Eddie Jones placed the phone back in its cradle and wandered back into his sitting-room.

His budgie was whistling and screeching away as he went over and jiggled the bell at the top of its cage.

His mind was in a right muddle as it went over and over what he had just learned over the phone.

In truth, he felt as if someone had hit him over the head with a hammer.

"Well, bugger me..!!" he wondered aloud.

He opened the cage door and stuck his finger in, tenderly brushing it up against the birds bright blue breast.

"Here...come on Ollie." he whispered.

The budgie looked at him for a second then jumped onto his digit and twittered nervously as he drew his hand out into the open.

He gently stroked it.

"A bit of advice Ollie, never, ever under-estimate budgies of the female persuasion....especially one's that cannit keep their beaks shut."

Ollie chirped in agreement.

He laughed and looked around.

"Ahhh...thats an idea." he grinned and flicked up his finger causing the bird to squawk and flap around the room until it landed on the lampshade bobbing its head.

Going over to the fire, he sat down in his chair and reached for his glasses, then from a drawer he took out a notepad and pen.

He stared at the blank, blue page before him tapping his teeth with the biro.

Then he began his letter.

"Dear Miss Bootle,

Just had an interesting chat with a certain Mrs Smith..."

*

The 28th of December dawned cold and bright, the cloak of winter still cast around for all to see with the land bitten hard with frost and coated with a sheen of fresh snow.

Jennifer Bootle was up bright and early bustling about as she cleaned the ash from the fire, stoking it up again so that it burned brightly and fed heat into her home.

Once settled, she made a cup of hot cocoa and opened her curtains letting in the day as she stood in her dressing-gown staring at the hills and moorlands painted white.

It seemed an ordinary day.

To ordinary folk it was an ordinary day.

But this day for her was going to be anything but ordinary.

As she finished her breakfast she realised that time was marching on and that she should be getting ready for her visitor.

All was quiet except for the clock's slow tick-tock, counting down the seconds till he arrived.

Time was her friend and also her enemy.

She didn't know whether she wanted it to slow down so her impending meeting would never arrive or for it to hurry up so that she could get it over with.

She smiled and decided it was no use worrying about such things for what events transpired would only take their natural course.

The clock began to chime and strike nine bells.

"Best get ready." she spoke aloud.

She went upstairs to her bedroom.

*

It was undoubtedly the fastest milkround in the history of milkrounds that was completed that day by Edward Jones.

In, out, no time for chatter or small talk this day.

And so, having given himself a brush up and change of attire he found himself walking through the ankle deep snow of Sycamore Drive towards number 56.

He still couldn't believe the events of the past few days.

It had all begun when he received that phone call from Mrs Smith.

He frowned as her tried to remember her exact words as he hunched up his overcoat to keep out the chill.

"Eddie..do you know Miss Bootle, the one who sometimes works at the Charity shop.?

You do..yes, long black hair, oh not that well...well alright.

Emm...well, you see Eddie something really funny's happened and...ahh hang on, maybe I'd better begin from the start....."

And she had.

He had nearly dropped the phone.

One little phrase kept echoing in his head..he would never forget it as she said...

"We've had a little chat and she...would you,...Eddie, er ahh...she'd like you to do to her er..what you are doing to me....if you're interested..Eddie...Eddie, are you there.......Eddie.?" He couldn't speak.

Miss Bootle.?

Do to Miss Bootle what he was doing to Mrs Smith.?

Blimey.!

"Oh Eddie...thats, thats wonderful and so kind of you...not till after Christmas mind...no...I don't think she's on the phone, so why don't you post her a note...hmm hmm...think the 28th would be fine....oh and Eddie...have fun.!" So he wrote her a letter and posted it.

The day and time had arrived for them both.

He could feel his heart thumping, head throbbing and other personal doo-dah's coming out of hibernation.

He stopped with his breath billowing out in clouds of white.

The door of number 56 loomed before him.

Steeling himself.....he knocked.

RAT-A-TAT-TAT.

*

RAT-A-TAT-TAT.

Jennifer jumped as she paced around the kitchen rubbing things with a damp cloth and polishing with a duster trying to keep her mind occupied.

She froze.

"If I don't answer it..." she thought.

But even as the thought past and died, she felt herself walking through the hall to the door.

She stopped and reached up, smoothing down a stray tendril of loose, black hair then..

CLICK.

She opened the door.

*

Eddie sat on the couch with his tongue stuck in his cheek as he watched the 37 year old woman begin to undress.

His hands rested in his lap, more to hide the state of his obvious arousal as the attractive lady revealed her body to him.

She had started to unbutton her white, long sleeved blouse all the while casting him little glances as her face began to blush.

With a shrug of her shoulders, she cast aside the garment leaving her upper body covered only in a sleeve-less old fashioned chemise.

The silence between them crackled like electricity as Jennifer moved down to her full black skirt and undid the clasp.

She looked up into his eyes as she let go of the skirt, smiling slightly as she watched his eyes widen as it slithered to the floor and pooled at her feet.

Eddie, with his pulse racing reached up and stuck a finger in his shirt collar letting the steam out.

Her striptease continued.

She stepped out of the skirt and placed her hands behind her back clasping them.

She waited while he looked at her.

Eddie felt like he was in a sauna with the heat full on as his eyes followed every curve, dip and wallow of her body, but the most surprising thing about her was her dress.

She looked just like one of them saucy Victorian ladies who adorned those naughty seaside postcards he had seen years ago.

She wore a frilly white chemise/vest and it was tucked into what he thought was a pair of white, billowy French bloomers which reached down to mid-thigh and was trimmed off with ruffles around each panty leg.

A pair of black stockings reached up to the bottom of each bloomer leg and was held in place with a white garter-belt.

She looked absolutely perfect, as pretty as an old fashioned black and white picture.

He lifted his hand, indicating for her to turn around.

Jennifer did a slow twirl showing off her costume.

She stopped facing him again.

Eddie groaned inside and wiggled his groin a bit in the chair to ease his discomfort as he watched her reach up, grab her pony-tail, bring it over her shoulder and untie the red ribbon which held her mane in place.

He felt as if he was going to have a coronary as she suddenly dipped down, bending at the waist and ruffled her hands through her hair spreading it out like a fan before snapping back up and letting it fall around her face and shoulders. Eddie's mouth dropped open as she slowly raised her head and smiled at him shyly.

"Well, Mr Jones, what do you think...will I do.?" she asked him quietly.

She stood before him like a white, cloaked valkyrie with porcelain skin off-setting her halo of darkness.

Eddie just stared wondering what he had got himself into and whether he should make a run for the door.

But he just sat there like a pudding.

Jennifer could see her effect on him and warmed to him instantly.

"So, Mr Jones...I hear that you like to smack mature ladies bums such as Mrs Smith's from number 42 and that you now want to have a go at mine." she teased him.

Eddie blinked.

"Er...what.?" he stuttered.

"My arse Mr Milkman...do you want me to show you my fat arse and let you smack it.?" she whispered low.

Eddie nodded like a prize plonker.

"Huh huh.." he drooled.

"Good...how do you want me....Sir.?" she asked him, emphasising the last word which for some reason she found powerfully erotic.

Coming to his senses he stood up, removed his jacket dropping it on the chair and began to roll up his right shirt sleeve.

Time to take charge.

"Right..Miss Bootle, you've had your fun...now its my turn." he thought frowning.

She stepped back as he approached her with a determined look on his face feeling slightly less confident now that the moment of truth had arrived.

He shot out a hand and grasped her wrist making her start.

"M..Mr Jones......please.!" she murmured as he sat back down and drew her to his side.

"Shhhh petal, just lie over my lap and get comfy afor we get started." he smiled looking up at her.

Her heart was rattling in its cage with a mixture of fright, fear and nervous excitement which washed in waves over her soul.

Guiding her down, he held her gently as she bent over and balanced herself on her midrift.

He waited until she was settled.

"Alright Miss Bootle...here we.." he began, but she cut him off.

"Jennifer, you can call me Jennifer if you want." she told him turning her head to look at him through a mass of dark hair.

Eddie nodded and gave her bot a little tap.

"Ta very much...will do, now Jennifer lets see...have you ever been spanked before.?" he asked her, rubbing his hand over her bloomered right cheek.

"Um...no..not even when I was little." she answered truthfully.

Eddie rubbed his jaw.

"Okey dokey, well since you're a virgin so to speak, I'll give you a few over your bloomers then I'll take them doon and give you a crisp bakers dozen on the bare..how does that sound.?" he reasoned.

Jennifer, with the blood surging to her head thought about that and sighed.

"Since you're here at my invitation...I guess I can hardly complain can I.!" she laughed making him smile as well.

"Thats a good lass, now don't worry cos its supposed to be quite nice once you get used to it...or so Elaine says but she never could keep her gob shut...she can be a right little tizzy as her bum gets hotter...and complain, why she could drive a priest to drink that one he heee" he snorted.

Jennifer began to giggle at that.

"Eddie, you don't have to tell me anything about her..she always was a right scatter-brain, but you sure did a thorough job with the crop on her bottom didn't you.?" she asked.

"Oh, teck nee notice of her moans and grumbles pet, her arse is like elephants hide...tough as old boots..she can take her lickin' no worries aboot that...bet she got a surprise when I whaled her arse with that crop though." He reached down and rubbed her stockinged legs, loving the feel of the different textures.

"These are smashing Jennifer...they make you look so...so naughty.!!" he grinned,"..anyway's say hello to a sore arse and goodbye to your spanking virginity."

Jennifer had a second to gather her wits and brace herself with an "Oh...I think I'm readyyyyyyyooooooOOOOWWCHHHHH..!!"

Ssssssspppppppaaaaaaannnnnkkkkkkk.

Eddie delivered a firm handed slap to her right cheek which blew out the material of her bloomers with a dull therwack.

"Ouch..." muttered Jennifer crossing her ankles and bobbing her feet.

Sssssssppppppaaaaaaaannnnkkkkkkkkk.

Number 2 landed with a juicy fizz which jerked her head up and made her wince.

"Owwuch..." she whispered feeling a distinct throbbing tingle beginning in each nate.

Ssssssppppaaaaaaannnnkkkkkkkkkkkkk.

Number 3 landed square in the middle of her arse making her grunt and squeeze her eyes shut...she was about to say "Owwwwwuchhhhh.." when..

Sssssssssppppppaaaaaaaaannnnnkkkkkk.

Eddie delivered Number 4 which landed much harder, making her shriek with surprise and bend into a bow as she tried to fight off the pain.

"OW-OW-OW-OW-OW.....hhmmm OOOOOWWWWCH Edward Jones...ooo" she gasped trying to turn around and reach back to protect her bum.

"Ah..ahhh, keep your hands down, naughty...naughty." he scolded her.

He reached around her with his left arm and braced her down, holding her tight and began to whack her bum in a tom-tom rhythmn whilst whispering to her that she was a naughty little lady who needed a bright red bot.

"Aren't you my dear.?" he teased her.

"OWWWWWWWWWWWWCCH..wh...what...?"

"A bad little girl." he replied.

"YYYYYyyyyyyyyyyeeeeeoooooowwwwwchh...no I..." she gulped trying to absolve the sting, but Eddie had other idea's...

THhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrwwwaackkkkkkk.

".....aaaahhhhhhh y...yes I AM A BAD LITTLE GIRL MR JONES.!"

He reached up, wound her black coife around his left hand and began to whack away in a drumbeat tempo with his right, increasing the force of each blow.

He could see her flushed face with her eyes squeezed shut tight and her white teeth bared as she fought her demons.

The covered spanking lasted for another minute until he let her hair go and she slumped down moaning and groaning.

"Alright..Jennifer.?" he asked her, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a hanky,".....here take this and blow your nose afor we start again."

Jennifer sniffed.

"A...again, oh, yes...hmmmm ooooee Eddie my bum feels as big as a balloon.!!" she gasped.

In fact...now that he had stopped spanking her for a bit, her backside felt quite numb and fruity as the pain had lessened and the sting subsided.

With a throaty groan, she tensed every muscle and stretched out her body preparing herself for what was to come.

Eddie bit his tongue as he watched her settle, his eyes drifted to her seat as he wondered how he should continue with her punishment..

"Punishment...?" he thought...no, this wasn't a punishment..but what was it.?

It wasn't strictly a sexual liasion, although he must admit having now had two very attractive females bent over his knees whilst bare arsed did cause him a certain amount of "discomfort" in his nether regions.

He certainly was too much of a gentleman to try anything funny or overt with them.

They seemed quite content with just having a sore bum.

So..if its not punishment.?

He scratched his thinning pate.

"Don't be a fool Eddie Jones, never question a good thing." he mused.

Someone was speaking to him.

"Eddie..are you alright.?"

He blinked and looked over at Jennifer who was looking at him with raised eyebrows.

It suddenly occurred to him that as he had been off daydreaming, his right hand had somehow found its way between the junction of her thighs and was absent-mindedly rubbing her..er wotsit through the white bloomers.

"Huh..oh sorry...miles away, er...now hang on while I take doon your knickers, maybe you'd better lift your belly up so I can bare your botty." he mumbled to her as he felt his face flush red at his wandering hand.

Jennifer just grinned as she watched him puff himself up at being caught rubbing her so near to her sex.

"Hmmmmmmm." she smiled inside, "..well, well Mr Milkman..interested are you.?"

She jumped slightly as he gave her a tap.

"Up petal, time for your bloomers to come down." he urged her.

But she wasn't having any of that...these were special bloomers.

She reached back with her right hand and stuck a finger in the folded strip bi-secting each cheek.

"N..no, look..see, they're proper Victorian knickers...just undo the buttons under the fold...and pull it open wide..you can get at my bare bot that way without having te tek them doon...see?"

"Oh aye...." he muttered.

Eddie had a bit fiddle and with nimble fingers undid the three buttons that held the seat of her bloomers closed.

He grasped each side and pulled it open.

He gave a low whistle.

This was better that pulling them down.!

Her backside sat before him framed in a halo of white cloth, each crest of fatty flesh bulged out into the open....a fine pair of white, trembling hillocks said hello to the outside world.

"What an arse...!!" he wheezed, "...blimey Miss Bootle, I have to say that you have a very fine sittapon."

Jennifer felt a quirky pride, that he found her bum so...so appealing wash over her.

"Th...thank you very much Eddie...is, is it a little red.?" she asked him softly

"Aye, just a little bit...bit surprised cos I spanked it pretty hard...I reckon you're of the same stock as Elaine." he wondered aloud as he surveyed each bump.

"Elaine...?"

He nodded.

"Like you she's got a fat arse, erm...what I mean is...your bots can take a fair amount of stick afor it gets to yer...see I think its because both your bums are big and have a lot of fat in them, so you both can take a lot of whacking afor it starts to tell." he explained.

Jennifer just muttered an "Oh..I suppose so."

"Look see, if ye had a little, skinny bum with no paddin', just skin and bone..when it was spanked, the sting would have nowhere to go would it.?" She just grunted.

"What on earth is he babbling on about.?" she sighed, bending her head down wishing he would hurry up and deal with her.

The waiting, the anticipation was terrible.!

"Nope...no skinny arse's for me...give me fat, flabby, bumcheous one's like yours and Elaine's any day."

The fat, flabby, bumcheous arse gave a wriggle, shutting him up in mid-stride.

"Mr Jones, thats all very interesting and I'm really happy you find my fair bum so fat and appealing but...all talk and no action makes little Miss Bootle here a trifle impatient...so come on, we haven't got all day...tan my arse Eddie....pleeeeeaaaasssseeee.!!!"

Eddie made a face.

"Oh, righty-ho." he smiled sheepishly.

Jennifer tensed, feeling his body move as he raised his right hand high. "Ready.?" he asked.

No, not really.

She nodded her head with black hair flying.

"I..I think soooo..." she squealed as she felt the air vanish from around her right bum cheek as his hard hand filled the vaccum,"...but this is going to huuuuuuurrrrrt sooooooo muuuchh.!!" They both grunted as the first true blow landed with a resounding crack which made them both jump.

There was a split seconds silence, then....

"Owch." winced Eddie blowing on his hand.

"AAAaaaaaagggggghhhhhhh EEYYEEOOWWCCCHHH.!!" screamed Jennifer feeling as if someone had dropped a red hot water bottle on her rear end.

Not giving her a chance to recover, he struck again laying in the next flat-palmed spank even harder.

Jennifer simply screamed.

And continued to yeowl, howl, curse, kick and mewl as her milkman continued to give her an extra special delivery.

Jennifer Bootle had joined Elaine Smith in the ranks of Mr Jones's rosy, red-bummed harem.

*

"Oh...hmmmmm, that feels wonderful Eddie...more." groaned Jennifer as she knelt on her settee.

"Pleasure's been all mine." smiled Mr Jones as he reached in and scooped out another frothy gunk of gooey face-cream.

He rubbed it into both of his hands making them slick and shiny as he turned back and approached his glowing target.

"Ahhhhhhh, oooo thats cold...but ssssoooooooo nice.!!" she sighed as he sank both of his hairy hands into her burning arse and massaged in the salve.

She couldn't keep still as he kneaded her bruised flesh like he was pummeling dough.

"Oh...Eddie..that eases the hurt and sting so much." she whispered as she laid her head on her forearm on the back of the settee.

Eddie, with his tongue hanging from his mouth just grunted.

His eyes were glued on her rear as his hands continued their massage as he pulled and pushed each cheek around and around.

She didn't seem to mind when he pulled them apart showing off her jewels to him.

He licked his lips feeling his todger groaning in his pants.

"Down boy....don't push it." he muttered.

He could of spent the rest of the day playing with her red bum but he felt caution was prudent.

He stepped back.

"There done."

Jennifer slipped off the couch and reached back, gingerly feeling her sticky seat through the split in her bloomers.

"Wow..Mr Jones, you certainly did a thorough job...no wonder Elaine recommended you." she laughed.

"Happy to be of service to so wonderful a pair of ladies." he grinned reaching for his coat.

Jennifer looked at him.

"Oh...going so soon, I was about to make us a cup of tea."

Eddie fitted the cap on his head and walked to her door.

"No, thanks all the same, best be off..got some deliveries to make to the Charity shop." he smiled.

As he turned to leave, she put her hand on his arm.

She wanted to thank him for this morning.

She wanted him to understand what it meant to her.

He looked at her and patted her hand.

"What petal..?"

"Eddie, what, what we just did, you did to me was so, so...wonderful ..I'd never of thought something like that could be so.." she frowned trying to think of a suitable word,"...well, fulfilling." she shrugged feeling awkward. He reached forward and grasped her hand bringing it to his lips.

"Me as well..you and Elaine have made an old man very happy."

She dimpled and slapped his arm.

"Silly sausage..!!" she teased,"...old, you're not old Edward..you've had me and Elaine jumping through hoops ye daft bugger, my bums so sore and I've used all my cold cream up..I'll have to make sure that I've got a new jar for next time." They both stared at each other thinking the same thought.

Next time.

Was there going to be a next time.?

Their eye contact spoke volumes for them.

Very much so.

He gave her a cheeky wink.

Her eyes widened as he leant forward, reached around to grab her right bum cheek and whispered in her ear,

"Maybe..this naughty little bum needs more than a spanking, I'm sure Uncle Eddie the milkman has one or two very nice little things he can use to make naughty little ladies sing a higher note." he breathed.

Jennifer shivered.

The enduring image of her friends cropped arse danced before her.

She nodded.

"Next time." she murmured not able to look at him.

He kissed her forehead.

He turned, opened the door and grasping his collar against the biting wind walked away from her as she stood on her doorstep in her dressing-gown.

He stopped and turned.

"Till next time."

*

The next day.

Jennifer Bootle and Elaine Smith sat in the stockroom of the Charity shop discussing their encounters with Mr Jones the milkman.

The thoughts and questions flowed back and forth easily between the two grown women.

What did he do.?

What was it like.?

How much did it sting and hurt.?

Did he do it on the knickers or on the bare.? He made you bend over what.!!

He sure has a hard hand doesn't he.!!

Did you cry.?

Did he try anything on.?

and finally the most important question for them both.....

Are we going to let him do it again.?

They sat giggling, comparing battle scars and tall tales oblivious to the outside world. Which at that precise moment was a bit unfortunate.

*

Lauren Brown stamped her feet clean of snow and peered in through the shop window.

The door was locked.

"Strange."

The lights were on.

"Must be out back.." she sighed.

She reached into her bag, pulled out her purse and found her set of keys.

She reached up, inserted it into the lock and clicked the door open.

For some reason she didn't call out.

She dusted her coat, walked through the shop and approached the door to the stockroom. She could hear the low murmur of indecipherable voices.

"Hmmm, sounds like Elaine and Jennifer are having a quick cuppa. I'll give them a surprise." she smiled. But life sometimes doesn't work like that.

She was the one about to get the surprise.

Just as she was about to rush in and say hello, their voices reached her and became crystal clear....

"Did Mr Jones spank you a lot Ellie...he whacked my bum sooooooo hard over thirty times...!!"

Huh..?

What...?

Lauren stopped dead in her tracks...open mouthed, listening to her two friends discussing intimate secrets.

"Mr Jones......?" her head buzzed.

Lauren covered her mouth in shock as she stepped back.

"They were spanked by Mr Jones.....Mr Jones my milkman.??"

Her world was about to be turned upside down.

*

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 se