The Survey

Chapter 3. Dinner date

"You wouldn't believe what he did to me Charlene," Jan told her companion that evening. "It was so embarrassing. Humiliating even." Jan went on to relate the morning's events.

"Sounds like you had a memorable morning," Charlene smiled, "And no doubt he turned you on." Jan lowered her eyes. She'd not mentioned how wet she'd got in her narrative but Charlene knew her well and her predilection for being helpless to control her situation and emotions. "But you managed to do the survey?"

"No. He's invited me to dinner tomorrow night and said we would go through it then. I don't think I want to go Charlene. Not after what happened this morning."

"Are you daft girl! This is the first date you've had in years. You reckon he's about your age and he gave you a good time even though you're trying to tell me differently and you want to pass the chance by without even exploring it? You jolly well make sure you accept. Better still, invite me along. I'd like to meet this gnome on wheels with the rough temper and the gentle touch. Phone him now and ask." Jan hesitated. "Go on, do it!" Charlene ordered.

"I'm not sure he…"

"Do it!"

"It's at five o'clock sharp and you'll not be home from work."

"I'll get off early. It's a Friday and they owe me a bit of time off.

"Let me have the phone number and I'll do it." Charlene began to get a little annoyed with Jan prevarication.

"Tom made me swear not to tell it to anyone, including you," Jan stated, "It's ex-directory."

"Well get on and phone him yourself. Do it now girl. This instant."

The voice that answered was abrupt until he heard Jan's voice and then it softened and enquired. "Have you recovered enough to accept my invitation?" When Jan explained that Charlene wanted to come too, he was reluctant but finally agreed. Tom had hoped to use his cock on her instead of the plastic imitation. With a third person present, that would not be very likely. Maybe she needed a little security this time but perhaps in the future?

"That was an excellent meal. Thank you for inviting me Tom," Charlene smiled winningly at the man in front of her. He wasn't the type of man she would go out with but he might be used to serve her purpose. "I'm sure Jan will wish to help you with the washing-up. I daren't put my hands in soapy water unless it is non-allergic."

"Bossy bitch," thought Tom, perhaps that is why Jan's so timid. "That's okay," Tom replied, "You can clear the table while we do the dishes." This wasn't quite what Charlene wanted but she was obliged to go along with it.

An hour later, they sat in the lounge. Tom had given them the grand tour and showed his carvings and even the fastidious Charlene had to concede they were wonderful works of art. Now she turned to the subject of the survey and soon became embroiled in an argument. Tom didn't support her need for a road bridge, he could get across the footbridge on his bike and the road would only mean more noise and traffic in the village. Sound barriers too, were of little concern to him. Shrubs would do fine. He had a built in sound barrier in the form of an orchard. At one point the argument became very heated but still Tom wouldn't concede to the woman's wishes. Inwardly fuming still, Charlene decided to take her anger out on Jan.

"I understand that Janet here, broke into your home this morning and didn't get punished for it. I thought you were more of a man than that Thomas." Jan immediately pricked up her ears. When Charlene used her full name, something was going to happen. Something unpleasant.

"Oh I don't know, I think she got her comeuppance."

"From what she told me, it was just a very nice interlude. No punishment at all."

"You think I should have gone to the police, Charlene?" Tom wondered where this was leading.

"It wasn't pleasant," Jan burst out hotly, "It was most unpleasant, as you well know."

Charlene ignored the remark. "I would have thought a good hard spanking more appropriate. On the bare of course."

"NO!" Jan yelled, "Charlene stop. Don't force him to do that to me. I know what you're like. You'll…"

Again her cry was ignored. "A good hard spanking is what she needs. A spanking from a man, a real man." Charlene went on.

To Tom this was an unexpected turn of events. Much as he hated the bossy woman, Tom found the prospect of baring Jan's arse and spanking it, very titillating, "Maybe you're right but I don't feel it is necessary for it to be a public spanking. Perhaps you would care to return home and leave me to deal with Jan?"

"Oh no. I would need to be here to make sure you didn't go too far. It needs to be supervised."

"She wants to make sure he hits hard enough," thought Jan and I believed she was my friend. She'd often been given a light spanking by Charlene during their lovemaking sessions but realised that Charlene was very angry inside but not showing it. Charlene wanted her to suffer for what she thought was her part in it.

Tom was torn. On the one hand he wanted to have Jan naked over his knee and redden her arse and then take her to bed and on the other he just wanted to cuddle the woman in private. "If I give her a good hiding now, she'll never want to come back and I won't get my prick in her anyway. Perhaps the bitch has other cards up her sleeve," he mused. "Okay, you want she gets a spanking and you think she needs it, fine. I just hope you two remain friends afterwards. Jan, I'm willing to overlook this morning's episode but Charlene has other ideas. I'm going to leave it up to you. You can leave right now or do as your companion wants. If you stay, you must remove your dress and bare your bottom and take the spanking."

This put Jan in a difficult position. If she went home, Charlene would never forgive her and there would be a cold war between them for months. If she took the spanking it could be very painful but Charlene would care for her like a baby. Or perhaps he would? Jan unzipped her dress, lowered her knickers and draped herself across Tom's thighs. Already his prick was hardening and she could feel it against her stomach. Almost unconsciously she wriggled against it as Tom pulled her to the most favourable position.

The first blow hit the soft flesh of her left cheek. "Ooooww!!" Jan cried, the pain was greater than she had ever experienced with Charlene. Moments later she responded in the same vein and her right cheek suffered a similar fate.

"Don't tickle her man, give it to her hard!" Charlene urged.

"No! No more please," Jan wailed but Tom had no thoughts of giving up just yet. His hand rose and fell steadily until Jan was sobbing and her arse was deep red and painful. She'd taken about twenty smacks from his hard hands but besides the pain she could feel warmth spreading inside her slit. Tom rubbed his right hand over her bum and then between her thighs. She was wet again. Perhaps there was still a chance he could get his prick in her. Pushing her gently off his legs, he pulled her body between his thighs and gave her a hug and a kiss. Then another.

"Stop that," Charlene demanded, "It's time we went. Get your dress on girl."

"We need to put some cream on her arse first," Tom suggested.

"No, this is punishment and you'll be wanting to put cream inside her by the looks of things." Charlene stared directly at the bulge in his trousers.

Jan looked into Tom's eyes and saw the disappointment, a disappointment that was mirrored in her own. For a moment or two she thought of refusing to do as her companion demanded but somewhat reluctantly, pulled away and brushed her face with the back of her hand. Charlene gave her a tissue. "Dry your eyes and thank Tom for a lovely meal and then we'll get our coats and we'll be off."

"Can't you can stay a while longer?" Tom questioned although he guessed Charlene's answer.

"No, things might really get out of hand and we only came to get the survey filled in. Now that doesn't seem likely, we might as well be away. Thank you for the meal. It was very nice. I'm sorry it has to end like this."

"I'll get your things," Tom said, resigned to the fact he wasn't going to get any further with Jan, "They're in the back bedroom. Soon they were ready to leave. He gave Charlene a peck on her cheek and Jan a full kiss and a hug, despite Charlene's frown and managed to whisper, "Sorry. Come again." Charlene didn't give him a chance to say any more as she took Jan's arm and led her away. He watched as Jan limped down his drive and wondered what might have happened if the bitch hadn't been with her. In his frustration, he took out his still semi-hard prick and wanked it into the toilet.