The Second Service

[lex46]

I couldn't believe it! Julie had called me back. The sticker on the cane was just a joke but here she was on the other end of the phone - and she had obviously deliberately sworn after the spanking and caning she'd given me for that very same thing. I was stunned. ".......err ............. have I got the wrong number?" I heard her say.
"No, no sorry Julie, I was just surprised to hear from you" "Oh," she sounded disappointed. "But It's really nice to hear your voice" I added quickly. It went quiet for a few seconds as if neither of us knew what to say so grasping the mettle I said, "Are you busy tonight?" "Er ....no, why" "Well, I wondered if you fancied going out for something to eat". "Oh yes that would be lovely" she replied eagerly. "OK. Anything in particular you like?"
"No, I'm not fussy." "Great," I said, "I'll pick you up at 8 this evening then" "That's fine" she said eagerly and then laughed adding "In your van?" "It's all I have and it goes from A to B and back again" "Sorry just teasing" she giggled. "My address is" she began, but I stopped her "Julie, I've been to your house!" "Of course. Silly me"
"Right. 8 it is and I hope you don't mind but I'd just enjoy a casual evening, a steak or something in a pub" "Oh I adore steak" I could hear the smile in her voice. "Good - I'll see you this evening then" "Roll on 8 o'clock. Bye." and the phone clicked off.

I spent the next couple of hours washing my van and I actually hoovered it out - something I hadn't done since I'd bought it! I have to admit, it had been a long long time since I'd been so excited by a date. Julie was an average looking middle aged lady, probably a few years younger than me (I'm 50) but she was very friendly and boy, could she spank ( and I fondly remembered "The Service") but there was something about her that I just really liked. I shaved and showered, put on my best jeans and a short sleeved yellow shirt, watched the news and twiddled my thumbs waiting for time to pass.
I arrived at her house a few minutes early and my heart was pounding as I rang the door bell. Within a couple of seconds Julie answered the door wearing a flowing turquoise low cut dress which finished just below the knees. Smiling at me, "Come in come in. I'm nearly ready" and she leant forward and kissed my cheek. I stepped through the door and kissed her cheek too. "How are you Julie?" I asked "Never been better" she replied with a warm and genuine smile, "I'm so looking forward to this evening" she continued. "Yes me too!" I replied. "Go through and sit down,I'll be with you in a minute" so I sat in the black leather arm chair and let my thoughts wander back looking at the rug we'd made love on last time and the arm of the sofa she'd put me over afterwards and I thought about her deliberately swearing, picturing her over that same arm and me returning the favour. Strangely though I found myself feeling that I just wanted to be in her company. She breezed back into the room, a pair of sandals in one hand and a small black clutch bag in the other and sat opposite me. She wasn't a stunner and had very little make up on but her natural beauty shone through. She bent forward fastening her sandals sat up and said, "Right, ready. Do I look all right? I'm not over dressed am I?" "Julie, you're you. You look lovely. Come on then, let's go" I stood and walked across to her took her hand and helped her up. We left the house and she locked the door putting the keys back into her small bag. She followed me down the path to my van, I unlocked it, and opened the passenger door for her. She smiled at me again and got in. I walked round , got in and off we went. "Do you mind if I put some music on?" she asked. "Of course not. There's a few CDs in the glove box, have a look and see if there's anything you like." I wasn't sure there would be, I knew I had The Clash and The Jam (memories of a mis-spent youth) some Bruce Springsteen, Eurythmics and a couple of classical ones which I liked. When the music came on she had selected Finlandia by Sibelius. "Let's have a bit of culture" she said and I smiled. Remembering something I'd once read in a book I just said " Lovely. The closest anyone I know get's to culture is when they eat yoghurt" and she laughed. I drove east out of York and headed to a little village called Warthill.The CD finished just as we entered the village and a minute later I pulled into the car park of The Agar Arms. "Oh - I've heard of this place" said Julie and we got out of the van, linked arms and walked into the pub. It was very busy even for a Tuesday and the barman told us we'd have to wait for a table as I ordered drinks - a dry white wine for Julie and a glass of lemonade for me. We took our drinks and stood in a corner and started chatting. Something had been nagging at me. When we made love last time she had told me I'd been the first since her ex left 10 years ago and I couldn't understand why so I nervously asked her. "Well," she said blushing slightly "When we split up I had low self esteem and ........well look at me........I'm in my forties. I only have a few friends and don't get out much. I just haven't been anywhere to meet anybody and I'm really quite shy" I leant forward and kissed her cheek softly. "I never had you down as shy. You were pretty forward with me" I saw her eyes look down then she looked directly at me. "I don't know, you seemed different. You turned up on time to do the job, you were friendly and polite and I find you funny - well almost!!" she giggled. "Then you seemed keen to get on with the work and when you said about what we would have got in our day for using bad language ............. something just stirred and I, well to be honest I.... was scared when I said what I said but thought what the hell as you didn't seem to mind talking about it. Then I can't tell you what you did to me inside when you'd finished and told me what I owed you. Whatever made you say that?" She was blushing deeply now and I just gently placed my fingers on her chin, turned her head slightly, leant forward and kissed her for the first time on the lips. She looked into my eyes and smiled but before anything else could be said, the barman had come over and told us a table by the window was available now if we'd like to move. I asked if he could bring us more drinks, "Of course sir, the menus are on the table, just come to the bar and order when you're ready." We moved over to the table and I pulled out a chair for Julie then went and sat opposite. She took a sip of her wine and asked " So what made you say that?" it was my turn to colour up slightly but the ice had been broken so "Say what?" "Never answer a question with a question" she said grinning "You know exactly what!" In hushed tones as I didn't want others around to hear,like she had been with me I was totally honest with her. "It's just something I've always had a fascination for and I have had a few experiences in adult life though it's been a while. So when you seemed interested I just took the chance and was prepared to pass it off as a joke but.......well here we are" "Quite," she smiled, "May I have the 12oz rump medium rare?" So I went to the bar and ordered. We chatted generally finding out a little more about each other and I was delighted to find we had a few similar tastes and likes but particularly so when she told me she liked watching football. I'd never had a girlfriend (hang on I thought, girlfriend? this is only the second time we'd met but it just felt right) who liked football. I asked her if she'd like to go to Hillsborough with me to see my beloved Sheffield Wednesday when the new season starts in August. She'd never been to a live game and was excited about the prospect. So we had another date - even though it was a couple of months away and I knew then for sure that we'd see a lot more of each other. Our meals arrived and we'd both relaxed. Any lingering tension for a proper first date had totally vanished.
" And I thought you liked rump well done" I remarked as we tucked in to our succulent steaks. She glanced up and winked at me. The conversation continued jovially as we ate in the pleasant atmosphere of The Agar but all too soon it was time to be on our way. She asked how much the meal was. "No. I asked you out so I will pay" "Ooooooh! You can be quite masterful when you want to be can't you" she grinned. The journey home was very enjoyable too. She put The Jam on the cd player (reminded her of school discos she she'd said). I had to slow down as a deer crossed the road about 50 yards in front and we were lucky enough to see a barn owl hunting low along the grass verge both of which gave Julie enormous pleasure. So, wildlife was another interest we had in common.
Arriving back outside her house,I needed no second invitation when she asked me in. We went into the kitchen and she put the kettle on then turned to me, put her arms tightly around me. "Thank you Alex. I can honestly say I've never had such a lovely evening out" and before I could say anything her lips met mine and we kissed deep and long. She took my hand, "Come on" she whispered, took my hand and led me upstairs. We didn't fuck, but made long sensual love. As we lay in each others arms afterwards I whispered, "So, what happens now?" "Well I know what happened last time" she said nonchalantly,"Do you need reminding?" I didn't say anything and after a few seconds Julie said "Because I think you do" I knew I wanted it, submitting to this woman had given me such a release before so I wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. Without further ado, she eased herself up and sat on the edge of the bed. "Pass me a sandal" she said commandingly, pointing to the floor where her turquoise dress had fallen onto the red shag pile carpet around her sandals when she got undressed. I passed her it, and though we we're both naked and content, I knew she wouldn't go easy on me.
"You know what to do" so I laid across her thighs and let her hold my waist tightly. "Seems you have a short memory. Do you remember THIS and THIS" The leather sole of her sandal landed sharply and crisply onto the centre of each of my bum cheeks. God it stung and I gritted my teeth. "Well ," she continued "DO..........YOU..........REMEMBER ..............THIS!" The sandal cracked into my naked flesh across the top of each cheek then the bottom of each cheek causing me to yell out and wriggle even though I knew wriggling was no use as she held my waist tightly. "Yesssssssss Julie" CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK CRACK the sandal fell onto my stinging bottom in exactly the same pattern "Yes Julie what?" she demanded. Yes Julie, I remem.........FUCK" I shouted out as she cracked it in right across the centre longways, the leather sole burning as it landed. "Oh dear" she said sarcastically you'd better get up. I struggled to my feet. "Swearing again. There's only one thing for it isn't there?" "Y y y yes Julie" She was really going to push my limits, I knew exactly what that one thing was. "My wardrobes, the second door from the left, it's hung in there. Go and get it for me" I shuffled across the floor, the last crack from the sandal the length of my bum crack made walking a little uncomfortable. When I took the cane from the hook and turned to hand it to her, she had laid all four pillows across the middle of the bed in a pile. "Lay over those" she pointed as she took the cane from me. I did so and was grateful for the support and comfort (if that's the right word).
She stood beside the bed, her arm reached out and she rested the cane across the centre of my hot bottom. Then she stroked it up and down and up and down before resting in the middle and tap tap tapping it lightly there. "I should hold tight if I were you" she said. As she did so, I felt the cane leave my bottom and I instinctively grabbed hold of the metal barred bedhead" I heard it's menacing hum then felt it bite deeply THWACKKKKKK. I felt my bum jiggle under the force and instantly felt that line of fire grow hotter and hotter. I let the air escape from my lungs and gripped so tight the my hands hurt trying to distract from the searing pain in my bottom. She gave me a few seconds to regain myself before I felt it rest a little below the first stroke. Again tap tap tap then SWEISHH THWACKKK it bit in again and I bucked and yelled out but then relaxed over the pillows once more still holding very tightly indeed. Once more I felt her rest a little lower on my bum and tap tap tap she took aim as I grasped the bed head, eye's closed and teeth clenched, SWEISH THWACKKKKKK. "ARrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhhhhh" I could hold it in no longer. My feet kicked, my body twisted under the stinging torment. This was much harder than she'd given me last time. "Keep still" she said calmly and after a while I was motionless. The cane rested again, this time just above where the first stroke had landed and SWIIIIISSSSHHHHHH THWACKKKKK it landed another searing cut across my burning flesh. I tried so hard to keep still but my feet kicked the quilt cover off as I absorbed the sting. She put her hand onto my bottom and stroked it gently, running her fingers across the welts. I could only imagine what they would look like. As I relaxed under her tender touch, my body untensed and it was obvious she'd noticed as immediately she rested the cane right where the thighs meet the buttocks. tap tap tap. I gripped tightly and tensed. tap tap tap. I waited the cane resting there. God she was good at this. tap tap tap tap then she drew that rattan back , swishing it through the air and THWACKKKKK it cut deep excatly where she had taken aim. MY whole body momentarily left the bed and if I hadn't been holding the bed head tightly, it felt like I'd have hit the ceiling. Never in my life had I felt such a stinging cut from the cane or anything else for that matter. I didn't want to cry but the tears that had been forming in my eyes started to roll down my cheeks. I'm not sure she noticed because she was concentrating on my other cheeks. She stroked the cane up and down my bottom and I could feel it bump bumping down each time it crossed where it had landed. Without warning she drew the cane back. I didn't even hear the swish but it landed, angled across the previous five from the top of my right cheek to the bottom of my left. (gating I seem to have read somewhere) Well, I just leaped up and landed knelt up on the bed, both hands going to my poor welted blazing bottom. In a blur I sensed her come round in front of me and kiss my lips. That made it feel a whole lot better. Knelt opposite me , she put her arms round my shoulders and I looked into her eyes through my moistened eyes.She had such a warm smile on her face, and much as I wanted to reciprocate I was still hurting too much. She stroked my face with one hand and moved the pillows back with her other hand and laid me gently down on my tummy. She laid next to me on her side,one arm across my back now and one of her legs bent over the back of my legs. We laid there for several minutes looking into each others eyes while she held me and though I was still stinging like hell I felt a lot better."Want to stay the night?" asked Julie. I smiled at her "Well I don't think it'd be a good idea to try and sit to drive home, do you?" Her hand fell ever so lightly onto my sore bum. "I told you, never answer a question with a question" she laughed. "What time do you have to be at work tomorrow?" she asked. My first job is at 10.00" I told her so I'll need to be away for 8.30 to get changed and get my gear together" We kissed deeply and held each other and the next thing I knew was waking up to the smell of bacon frying. I looked around and turned to see it was 7.00 am. I could still smell the lovely Julie on the cold empty pillows next to me and smiled to myself. I was just about to get up when the bedroom door opened and there was Julie holding a tray with a cup of tea and a plate of bacon egg and sausage. She passed it to me and in her red silk dressing gown, sat on the bed next to me. I thanked her and kissed her then ate the delicious breakfast with her sat next to me. As I drained the last bit of tea she took the tray and placed it on the floor. "Lay on your tummy" she said so I did so. Her hand gently stroked my bottom. It hurt but the sting had subsided. "Mmmmmmm you took more than I thought you would. It's a gorgeous sight" she said. I smiled again, I found I couldn't stop smiling when she looked at me. She rose went to her airing cupboard and took out a soft red towel (she certainly seemed to like red!) tossed it at me and said that the shower was just through there pointing to another door. In the events of last night I hadn't even noticed it was an ensuite bedroom.
I showered got dressed and went down stairs. Julie stood up and we held each other, kissing passionately again. "Do you have to go?" she whispered. "I don't want to but I do my best to be on time for a job. The customers I have know I'm reliable and word of mouth gets me more work" "Yes" she said resignedly "I've already got that about you. It's one of the reasons I think...that............." I put my finger to her lips. I wanted her to say it but perhaps it was still too soon. We sat and had another cup of tea then I said, "I really must go" "I know" she said and walked to the front door unlocking it. She opened it and said "What time will you finish" "Around 6ish is my plan" "I er........don't suppose you'd let me cook tea for you?" After such a wonderful breakfast how could I say no (not that I wanted to either) "I'd love that" I said. She smiled her gorgeous warm smile "Is 7.30 OK for you?" "Spot on" I replied. And in full view of the street outside she kissed me again "What will your posh neighbours think? You - sleeping with the gardener. " "Fuck the neighbours" she said grinning. I stepped back in. pushed door shut, lifted her dressing gown and landed two hard smacks on her full round bottom. She looked at me and I said, "That's twice now you've said that word and we both know........" "Yes" she interrupted. "I wanted you to do it to me before, it just took so long for me to ring you. I told you I was shy. And then last night wasn't exactly how I envisaged - it was a hundred times better. Now , hadn't you better get to work?" "I guess" I said, opened the door and kissed her again. She was still stood there at her front door smiling as I got into my van and reluctantly drove off. That day was the happiest I'd ever been at work.

[bobj]

Very well done, Lex. Do we get the third segment of the Adventures of Julie and Alex soon??