Blushing at Both Ends (6 page)

Matthew looked pensive. ‘Hmm, that is true. Still – now I wonder . . . Miss Redwood, would you kindly excuse me one moment? I have an idea, but first I must make a phone call.'

Left alone, poor Susie contemplated the horrors of living in the dreary dreaded dead-zone of London's outer suburbia. Names flitted across her mind – Croydon, Cricklewood, Hounslow, Ongar, Surbiton – dim distant stops at the far end of tube lines. ‘Oh, I
can't
!' she groaned.

How her friends, her smart young colleagues at work, would snigger. ‘Coming for a drink, Susie? Coming to the party? Oh no, you can't, can you? Got to get home to – where was it again – Dagenham? Oh yuck! Crudsville!'

Matthew returned, smiling encouragingly. ‘Well, Miss Redwood, I've a possible solution to the accommodation problem. I just spoke to Helen, my wife.'

‘Your wife?' echoed Susie, bewildered.

‘That's right. You see, we've got quite a large house in Highgate. Really too big for us now, since all our daughters have found places of their own. The youngest, Jilly, left only a few months ago. And I must admit, the house does seem rather empty without them. So here's the idea. If you like, you could come and live with us as our guest until you've got your affairs back in order. You'd have your own room, your own bathroom, at the top of the house, plus another room to use as a sitting room – almost like a self-contained flat. We wouldn't need any payment, so you'd be living rent-free – that way, you'll be able to pay off your debts a lot faster. All we'd ask in return is that you follow our house rules while you're living under our roof.'

Susie could scarcely believe her ears. It was all too good to be true. In Highgate, too – as desirable an area, or even more so, than Regent's Park! How right her instincts had been; just like her father, Matthew Daniels was magically able to put things right.

So the very next day, Susie travelled up to Highgate to meet Helen Daniels, a charming elegant woman with a warm smile, and to see the cosy well-furnished rooms
at
the top of the rambling old Victorian house that would be her home for the next few months. A week later her wardrobe had been drastically slimmed down, and with the proceeds she had paid off her rent arrears and was even left with a little cash in hand.

Late one Saturday afternoon, a taxi deposited her and her possessions outside the Highgate house where Matthew and Helen were waiting to greet and welcome her. To Susie, it really did feel as though she'd found her second home. ‘I'll be happy here, I know it,' she thought to herself.

She was right about that – although perhaps not quite in the way she imagined.

At Matthew's insistence, Susie had brought a folder containing all her credit-card statements, bills and other records of her financial transactions over the past two years. He beamed as she handed it over to him. ‘Thank you, my dear,' he said. ‘We'll start going over these after dinner in my study, and we can decide then the best way to deal with your problems – and how to make sure you never get yourself into such an embarrassing situation again. Now get yourself settled in, and then come down and join us for a drink before dinner.'

Upstairs, Susie showered in her neat little bathroom, then changed into something that she felt would strike the right note of tasteful simplicity: an embroidered white linen blouse with loose sleeves and well-cut black trousers that moulded themselves fetchingly to her shapely figure. Then, feeling happier than she had for months, she trotted downstairs for dinner.

‘Oh, what a beautiful view!' she exclaimed as she entered the dining room. The wide windows looked straight out on to the wooded green sweep of Hampstead Heath.

‘Yes, isn't it charming?' said Helen. ‘And if you look right round to the left, you can just see Highgate Ponds.'

Obediently, Susie moved over to the window and leant on the sill, peering out. Her position, as she leant forwards, displayed the tempting curves of her ripe young bottom to their fullest advantage. Matthew's eyes gleamed, and Helen shot him an amused glance of complicity.

Susie, though, was not aware of any of this as the three sat down to dinner. Helen was a fine cook, and Matthew's taste in wine was impeccable. Susie displayed a healthy appetite, and Helen beamed maternally at their pretty young guest.

‘Oh, my dear,' she said, ‘you know we're so pleased to have you here. Matthew especially – I know how much he misses the girls. He's always been such a good caring father; a little old-fashioned, perhaps – aren't you, my dear? – in his attitudes, but none the worse for that. So it's really like having a daughter in the house again. No formality, please; call us Matthew and Helen, won't you? And may we call you Susie?'

After dinner, as Helen started to clear away, Matthew said, ‘Right, Susie, I think it's time we started going over those accounts.'

He led her into his study and sat down at a handsome rolltop desk, indicating that she should stand next to him. He began to go through the bills, credit-card slips and other documents, putting his arm round her waist and encouraging her to draw near and scrutinise them with him.

Gradually, as the evidence of her reckless financial imprudence built up, Matthew's hand slipped down until it was resting on the ripe swell of her bottom. At each new extravagance that came to light he gave a sharp intake of breath, a muttered ‘Tsk, tsk!' or ‘Oh, Susie!', accompanying each comment with a light slap on her rear. Though little more than affectionate pats, much too light to hurt, these slaps made the soft flesh of her bottom-cheeks wobble, causing her to tingle with
a
strange anticipation. She found herself embarrassingly aware of the plumpness of her bottom, emphasised as it was by the close-fitting black fabric that hugged its lush full curves.

Finally, Matthew completed his audit and swivelled his chair round to face her. ‘Well, young lady,' he said, ‘you've been rather naughty, haven't you?'

Susie nodded, shamefaced. ‘Yes.'

‘Imprudent, spendthrift and thoughtless, with no consideration for others – in short, totally lacking in self-discipline. In fact, Susie, discipline is what you lack, isn't it?'

Susie nodded again, uncertain what he might be getting at.

His hand was still resting on her rump. Now he lifted it and brought it down in a slightly harder slap that made her cheek quiver. ‘Well, now, my dear, while you're living here with Helen and me, we must see what we can do to make up for that lack. Now, what sort of discipline would be most appropriate, do you think, for a scatterbrained young lady like yourself?' He gazed at her quizzically, a half-smile on his lips. ‘Mmmm?'

‘I – I don't know,' Susie stammered stupidly.

Matthew raised one eyebrow. ‘Really, Susie? No idea? Well, we've agreed you've been naughty, haven't we? And what's the time-honoured punishment for a naughty girl?' He patted her behind, squeezing it gently. ‘Especially for a naughty girl who has such a very lovely bottom?'

Idiotically, Susie felt herself blushing. She felt a terrible sense of foreboding, a tingle of fear that seemed to run right through her bottom-cheeks. Surely he couldn't mean . . .?

Matthew smiled, his eyes twinkling. ‘Would I be right in thinking you were rarely spanked as a child?' he asked quietly.

‘No – never.'

‘As I thought. And has anyone spanked you as an adult – a brother or a boyfriend, say?'

‘No! Certainly not!' said Susie, bridling at the question.

‘So this lovely young bottom has never yet been treated to a spanking? A great pity – it might have had a very salutary effect on your conduct. Well, my dear, that's going to change – starting now. Because, while you're here, you'll be living with us as though you were our daughter. Now our three daughters are all sweet lovely girls, and I love them dearly. But, you know, when any one of them was naughty, or wilful, or extravagant, as teenage girls so often are, I never hesitated to do what any loving father should do for his errant daughter.'

‘You – you used to spank them?' asked Susie faintly.

‘Oh yes indeed, dear Susie. Whenever any of them misbehaved, she knew exactly what to expect. I would put her across my knee, lower her knickers and spank her soundly until her bottom was burning hot and she was a very sore and sorry young lady indeed. An old-fashioned remedy, but most effective. And, you know, all of them were the better for it, as they'll be the first to agree.

‘So what you're about to experience, Susie, is what your own father sadly neglected to supply – an extremely hot, sore and well-spanked bottom. And I firmly believe it'll do you a great deal of good.'

Susie could hardly credit what Matthew was proposing. She, a sophisticated young woman of 21, to be turned over a man's knee and smacked on her bottom like a naughty child? There was no earthly reason why she should submit to this: she should protest, refuse, walk out of the house. Yet there was something so authoritative, so masterful about Matthew, with his calm smile, sinewy frame and greying temples, that what was meant as defiance came out as a tremulous plea. ‘You're not going to – to
spank
me?'

‘Oh, but I am, my dear. I most certainly am. I'm going to do just what any good father should do for the guidance of his wayward but much-loved daughter: that is, put you across my knee, take down your knickers, and then –' Matthew's voice slowed, and he gazed almost hypnotically into Susie's eyes, gauging her reaction to his words ‘– and then, Susie, I shall spank you – spank you very, very soundly indeed on your soft bare bottom. Spank you lovingly, long and hard, just as you deserve; spank you until every inch of your pretty young bottom is blushing rosy red; spank you until you wail and plead for mercy; spank you, Susie, until your sweet bottom is scarlet and tender and burning hot and you're very, very sorry for what you've done.'

With each reiteration of the word ‘spank', Matthew's hand lightly slapped Susie's rear end, making her plump cheeks quiver through the thin fabric of her trousers. Now he smiled at her – a smile of great warmth and kindness, full of a sense of coming joy.

‘That, my dear Susie, is what's about to happen to you. As I said, you have a beautiful bottom: full and soft and round, the kind of bottom that's absolutely made to be spanked. More's the pity that nobody's done so – until now.

‘So this will be your first ever chastisement – the first of many. Just think, young lady, of all those spankings you've missed over the years; those spankings you so richly deserved, that this lovely bottom was so ideally shaped to receive, but that the men in your life were so sadly remiss in administering to it. This is a seriously underspanked bottom, my dear, and we have a lot of catching up to do.

‘You remember what I said about house rules, my dear? Well, this is one of them: that any naughty girl living here shall be soundly spanked whenever she deserves it. Now, of course, if you're not happy with that rule, you're at full liberty to leave, just as soon as
you
like. Right now, if you wish. But, as long as you choose to remain here with us, Susie, you will be spanked regularly and often. Every day, more than likely. Even twice or three times a day, if I feel you deserve it.'

Matthew paused and smiled kindly at Susie. His voice was calm and friendly; he might have been discussing the weather. ‘Now tonight, my dear girl, since this will be your first ever chastisement, I shall let you off with no more than a hand-spanking. Later, we'll see what more might be needed. There are many implements that can be used to raise a fine blush on a pretty pair of cheeks like yours – straps and hairbrushes, paddles and tawses, belts, wooden spoons, even the humble kitchen spatula. Over the next few weeks, this beautiful bottom –' another pat ‘– will become intimately acquainted with all of them.'

Susie had listened to this recital with mounting dismay. ‘But – but you can't!' she burst out.

‘Oh but I can, my dear. And I shall. Now come over here, please.'

Taking her by the hand, Matthew rose from his desk and led her over to a leather sofa against the opposite wall. Sitting down on it, he smiled calmly and affectionately at her. ‘Good. Now kindly unzip your trousers, please.'

As if in a trance, Susie found herself doing as she was told. Then Matthew was taking her by the hand, and gently but firmly guiding her to lie face-down across his knee, her head to the left and her plump young bottom uppermost over his lap. Then her trousers were being eased down to her knees, to reveal twin globes of soft white flesh, their ripe curves only partially concealed by lacy pale-blue nylon knickers.

‘Comfortable?' Matthew asked gently.

It seemed an odd question, Susie thought, since he was evidently about to make her anything but
comfortable
. Still, there was something unexpectedly reassuring and, yes, even comforting about lying across the lap of this mature handsome man, waiting to receive at his hands what even she had to admit was a well-deserved punishment. So she murmured, ‘Yes, thank you.' She almost found herself adding ‘Sir'.

‘Good,' said Matthew, as he proceeded to the final preparations. He loved these preliminaries to a spanking, regarding them as a key part of the exquisite ritual of spanking a pretty girl, and never hurried them if he could help it.

So now Susie felt her blouse being pushed out of the way above her waist, and her knickers were drawn slowly but inexorably down, well clear of the target area, to hang in a fetching tangle around her thighs. ‘Oh please, no!' Susie breathed, as she felt the last protection being peeled away from her now utterly defenceless rear end, but she seemed powerless to resist.

Enraptured, Matthew gazed at the delectable prospect before his eyes, stroking the girl's bare bottom-cheeks, patting and squeezing them gently. They felt cool and deliciously soft, trembling and rippling beneath his hand. He hadn't been exaggerating: Susie really did have a most exceptionally spankable bottom, shapely and well rounded, full fleshed without being fat, tender yet resilient, the skin flawless and creamy white. A clearly defined crease marked the point at which the sensitive undercurve of each cheek (always his favourite spank spot) met the top of the thigh. How beautifully, he reflected with delight, these luscious globes would blush as he spanked them, how prettily they would wobble and quiver at each stinging smack!