The Service

[lex46]

I felt the vibration in my pocket, took out my mobile and it wasn't a number I recognised. "Hello" I said. "Oh F*ck. The next service is due" replied a husky female voice..........

I was a self employed gardener/handyman living in rented accommodation and about a fortnight ago (that would have been the one week it hadn't rained this summer!) as arranged I arrived at Mrs Johnson's house. I got out of my van, opened her front gate and walked up the crazy paved path to he front door. The immaculate borders either side of the path were coming into full bloom, though the lawn looked ready for a cut. This was a different world to mine.I loved gardens but couldn't ever afford a place with one.I reached out and pressed the doorbell and presently a portly lady about 5' 6", mid 40's, brown hair in a bob, wearing a long red dress with a white flower pattern on and sandals answered the door. "Hello. Mrs Johnson, I'm Alex. I've come to have a look at your lawn mower and get your grass cut." "Oh yes, do come in. And you can call me Julie" "What does everyone else call you?" I said with a smile on my face. "Oh very funny........not" she replied, "Would you like a cuppa, I've just put the kettle on? "Tea, white no sugar would be lovely please" " Well sit yourself down then," so I sat in one of the two black leather armchairs which along with sofa comprised her three piece suite set on a laminate floor with a large oriental rug covering a large area. Presently she returned with a tray carrying two china cups and saucers and a matching plate with HobNobs set neatly on it, a matching milk jug and tea pot. She set the tray down on a small table in the middle of the room and sat herself on the sofa. I wanted to get on but didn't wish to offend this lady of refinement. "So what is it you want me to do?" I asked politely. "Oh no rush. Drink your tea and help yourself to biscuits. I usually cut the lawns myself but I can't get my mower to start and as you probably noticed, the grass is getting a little long. I don't have anyone else to help because my husband, sorry, ex-husband now, well let's just say we went our separate ways 10 years or so ago." I didn't quite know what to say so drank some more tea, and asked "Where is your lawn mower then, I'll have a look for you"
"OH, yes..........of course" she said disappointedly - as if she lacked regular company and finished her tea. "Follow me" she said as she rose from her chair and portly or not I could see she still had a decent figure under that dress. I rose and followed her out of the room through, the kitchen and out into the back garden to her brown wooden shed. She unlocked the shed door opened it and wheeled out her mower. I checked there was petrol in, primed the motor and pulled hard on the starting cord - nothing. "Probably just needs a clean inside" I said. At that point, we were interrupted by a lot of noise as a group of schoolchildren on their way home were being rather raucous and it seemed every other word began with "F". "Disgraceful" commented Julie. "Yes, you're right there," I said and continued "If we'd used language like that at their age I know exactly what would have happened to us" "Yes" said Julie "A good hiding at home, the cane at school" "Indeed" I answered,"Just the threat of the cane was enough to keep us on the straight and narrow. Erm, do you have any tools or should I get mine from the van?" She went back into the shed and brought out a tool box "That's all I have" I found a screw driver and removed the filter cover,took out the filter and as I was cleaning it Julie casually asked, "Did you ever get it then - the cane?" she asked, quite straightforwardly. Taken a little aback, but being able to talk openly with someone about a lifelong interest of mine gave me butterflies. As I was replacing the filter I said "Once but I got the slipper a few times - well it was actually a plimsoll" "What for?" she asked with obvious interests.I screwed the cover back on and removed the spark plug cap "Oh - I fancied an afternoon off so I nipped home and rang the school pretending to be my Dad but was easily found out. Next day at registration I was told to go and see the deputy head" "So you deserved it then" she responded. I found an old piece of emery cloth in the tool box and started to clean the spark plug top " Yes I suppose" "No suppose about it. How did you get it?" "I was made to bend over a chair and got four across my trousers" "Good!" she said smiling. I looked at her and smiled back. "I never got it" she said "Just the ruler a couple of times - for silly girly stuff" As I was pushing the spark plug cap back on, I pressed too firmly and my hand slipped causing my knuckles to thump into the air cooling fins "F*ck!" I cursed, shaking my hand to relieve the pain. She looked at me half smiling, "And we know what you would have got using language like that!" "Sorry" I said. We just looked at each other for a few seconds and I realised my heart was pumping as she casually continued "What would you have got?" I replied in her words wondering if she really meant anything by it, "A good hiding". "Indeed!" I looked back at the lawnmower and said "Let's try it now" I pulled the cord and it started first time. "Well you'd better mow the lawn then " said Julie and as she turned to go back in the house she slapped my bottom firmly twice,"through trousers eh?" and grinned at me. I felt a stirring in my loins as she departed and all I could think of was spanking as I walked up and down pushing the mower, periodically emptying the grass box. I wheeled the mower to the front, cut those lawns then cleaned the mower down, nipped back to my van to get my "Call 0770******* when next service due" stickers, stuck one on the mower and put it back in the shed. I put the toolbox away and closed the shed. I thought about the good hiding as I approached her back door tapped it gently and shouted "Julie, all done" "Come through" I heard her call and went into the sitting room again. A fresh pot of tea awaited. "Thanks for that Alex.What do I owe you?" I don't know why (well I do really) I just said "A good hiding". She looked at me, totally unphased and again said "Indeed" It was definitely a statement and not a question. "Then I'd better settle up with you" She rose and pulled her dress off over her head to reveal herself in white lacy bra and knickers, sandals still on and sat back down.Though what I'd call cuddly, she was very shapely and she said "I don't want any restrictions, now come here." Of course, I did exactly as requested and stood in front of her. She reached out and unfastened my jeans "Across trousers is no good for a grown man" she said as she slipped them down then she just grabbed me and pulled me over her thighs "If I owe you a good hiding, that is what I will give you"
Smack smack slap slap spank spank. Her hand fell crisply on alternate cheeks working from top to bottom. It stung but not harshly and I remained still. I felt her hand enter the waist band of my pants and ease them down baring my bottom. She said nothing then SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK, her palm fell much harder onto my naked cheeks. "Ow ow" and I wriggled slightly. "Oh come on," said Julie holding me round the waist more tightly. SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SPANK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK. Twelve more time her hand landed methodically on alternate cheeks working from top to bottom twice. I wriggled a bit, and called out as the sting increased careful not to let any more expletives pass my lips. "Get up and turn around so I can look at your bum" I did so and felt her hand stroking my hot cheeks. "Mmmm - colouring nicely and a decent heat too. Let's see how naughty you really are, turn round and face me" I did and there was just something in her eyes. She took my hand and said, "This is how naughty you are" placing my hand on her crotch. She pulled her knickers aside and let me feel how moist she was. Needless to say, we ended up making love on the rug and I don't think I'd ever known a girl have such a massive orgasm. As we lay holding eachother, she hugged me tight and whispered "Thank you Alex I really needed that- Your the first since my husband left" I was shocked - 10 years since she had done that. Then her tone changed "and now we need to make sure you get that good hiding" "but........" I interjected. "But nothing. That was just a warm up and I got carried away with my feelings - and so did you" Slowly she went back to the couch, picking up one of her sandals as she did so. She tapped the leather soled sandal on her thighs and calmly said get yourself back over here. As I laid there, she rested the cold sole on my still warm bum and rubbed it up and down. She must have known how I'd react and I began to get hard again, but not for long CRACK CRACK the sandal landed on the middle of each cheek and I yelped. CRACK CRACK across the top of each cheek and CRACK CRACK across the bottom of each cheek overlapping onto the tops of my thighs. I yelped and kicked but she held me tightly landing another two CRACKKK CRACKKK across the middle again. God it stung so and she just dropped the sandal. "Did you ever have to stand in the corner because that's where you're going now. Get over there, hands on head" I meekly did so. "Oh good, you're nice and red and a very deep red too. Don't move" I heard her get up and footsteps then quiet. I wanted to rub but daredn't just in case she came back and saw I'd moved. I was excited yet had a feeling of dread too. With good reason as it turned out. I heard her footsteps returning and felt her presence in the room. "Good boy" she said, "you haven't moved.I want you to lay over the arm of the chair now" I turned and saw her bra and pants back on now. holding a cane. I could see it was a genuine rattan cane, about three feet long, straight and about 3/8" thick but when she cut it through the air, I could see it was also very flexible. "You only got this once you say" "At school yes" Despite how wicked canes could be I had been fortunate enough to meet one or two girls in the past who enjoyed giving and getting but I said nothing further. "Oh I see" she said knowingly "Get Over that chair arm now" I did so without question and felt the rattan rest across the top of my cheeks. Without further ado, she drew it back, SWISH KERACKK it bit in to my still stinging cheeks. I kept still but gasped as it bit in. "Move your feet closer to the chair, I want your bum nice and high." I shuffled in. "Good, that's better" she said as she rested the cane just below where the first had landed the instanlty SWISH KERACKK and my feet kciked. She allowed me time to regain my posture before SWISH CRACK it landed on the middle of my cheeks. I yelpoed out and felt tears staring to fill my eyes. "KEEP STILL" SWISH CRACK SWISH CRACK SWISH CRACK. Three more stinging hot biting strokes landed each one lower than the previous. She stopped. "I will not tolerate swearing of any kind. Do you understand?" "Yes Julie" I responded quietly, trying not to let her know I was ready to cry. She ran her hand up and down my bum and I could feel the welts as her hand brushed softly over them. "Good" she said, now get dressed. She left the room and I got dressed. I stood there waiting and she returned fully clothed with more tea. Well, everything's always all right with a cup of tea isn't it? We chatted a while and it turned out spanking was all she had in common with her ex and she occasionally switched. I shared some of my experiences and the fact I'd never married. She was also intrigued that she had found another man with similar interests. With the teapot empty, I thought it wise to make a move, I wanted to get home to watch the football on telly. "Oh of course. And I hope, Alex, you learned NOT to swear" "Yes Julie" I smiled at her "Oh hang on a minute and she left the room" Just for a little joke, I took out one of my service stickers and stuck it on her cane. She came back and handed me the remainder of the packet of hobnobs. "You seem to like them, so you may as well have them. Thank you for everything" and she kissed me on the cheek. I smiled, kissed her and said goodbye. I knew she was a more than capable woman and now her mower was fixed, never expected to hear from her again.

[Often123]

Alex and Julie are starting a beautiful friendship here, and she knows how to tend to a backside. A sequel, please.