When Andrew was nearly twenty, his father got a promotion. Quite a good one, actually, with the only drawback being that he had to work out of head office, which was situated in another city. This left Andrew with a choice, break free from the nest, get his own place and continue as he was currently doing, or move to the city with his parents.
Both option had their pros and cons, both bringing change to his life. Finally, Andrew opted to go with his parents. He ran a small online business, writing business specific apps, so a change of address wouldn't impact his business. He was also between girlfriends at the present time, so there were no emotional holds on him.
Once settled in, Andrew went looking for things he considered essential to his well-being. First was a martial arts school, where he could continue his training. Second was a chess club. Andrew liked the game and was very good. Hopefully, a club would provide him with some decent opposition. Third, a computer club or something similar. Chatting online was well and good, but human interaction could provide those handy little tips that everyone knew and didn't mention. All too often, Andrew had never come across those little tips before.
Being a bit of an extrovert with a friendly disposition, Andrew quickly made friends at all three clubs. He was amused to find one man, Will, was, by an odd coincidence, a member of all three clubs.
Andrew and Will quickly became friends. Rivals at the martial arts school, where Will was slightly the better, rivals at the chess club, where Andrew was ahead, and partners at the computer club, where they seemed to click and feed off each other's ideas.
Andrew found that Will had actually written a few apps, but only for personal use. The idea of selling them had never occurred to him. Will also had some good ideas for other apps, but lacked the motivation to follow through.
Andrew considered Will a bit of a conundrum. Here was a bright young man, fit, quite reasonable looking, skilled in several fields and possessing an appalling lack of confidence in himself. Andrew wondered about it, but didn't push Will with possibly unwanted questions. He just quietly went to work bolstering Will's confidence.
A day came when Andrew received a call from Will. Would Andrew come around to his place and give him a hand? An app he was working on just was not working, and he was damned if he could see what was wrong. Maybe a fresh mind could resolve it.
Andrew made a time and later that afternoon he rolled up to the nominated address and rang the doorbell. His afternoon looked to be significantly improving when a lovely young thing answered the door. Casting his mind quickly over what he knew of Will, Andrew fastened on the word, sister. Will had one. This would be her.
Andrew smiled, delighted at the chance to meet and charm a lovely young woman. He idly wondered if she had a boyfriend he might have to kill.
"Good afternoon," he smiled. "I'm Andrew. I'm here to see Will. He's expecting me."
Andrew wasn't sure how a smiling young lady, who was foot shorter than he was, could look down her nose at him in such a condescending manner.
"Oh," she said. "One of Billy's nerdy mates. If he was expecting you he should have answered the door himself. I suppose you'd better come in."
As Andrew entered, she pointed down the hall.
"That door," she said and stalked away.
Andrew went through that door to find Will sitting at a monitor, brooding over what was on it.
"Hi, Will," he said. "Can we turn up the heating?"
Will looked up, startled.
"The heating?" he muttered, then grinned sheepishly. "Oh. Valerie answered the door and froze you, right?"
"Bingo. Is she like that with all men, or was I just lucky?"
"Nah. Just with anyone she considers a friend of mine. It's just her way."
"A bloody rude way if you ask me," thought Andrew, but as no-one was asking he kept quiet, and soon he and Will were hard at work.
Valerie's presence came vividly back to his attention when he was leaving. She appeared in the hall behind him and followed him to the door, ignoring any attempts at small talk. Andrew considered himself lucky to have both feet outside before the door slammed shut.
Andrew subsequently found out that he must have come across Valerie on a good day, for that first meeting. At all subsequent meetings she seemed to be getting ruder. Her interaction with Will gave Andrew a strong hint as to where his lack of confidence came from. She was constantly belittling him and running him down. Andrew also came in for a share of this, which he politely ignored. Being ignored, Andrew had noticed, really annoyed Valerie.
During the course of these visits to Will's place, Andrew also got to meet his parents. They also tended to put Will down a little. Will's father was a large man, who'd used to play a lot of sport. He just didn't understand Will's predilection for chess and computers, thinking them wimpish pastimes. Andrew wondered if Will's father had ever seen him at the martial arts studio.
The parents were not a problem, Andrew decided. They weren't deliberately putting Will down, and their attitude would probably change as Will demonstrated his abilities. Especially as their combined talents was letting their little company rake in some respectable profits now.
Valerie was another matter entirely. Her harassment was deliberate and nasty, and Andrew didn't really understand it. He did know that he'd just about had enough of it. He finally spoke to Will about it.
"Will," he said one afternoon, after a particularly rude welcoming from Valerie. "Something has to be done about your bloody sister. I see no reason why I should have to put up with her evil temper and her incessant rudeness. For that matter, I see no reason why you should have to put up with it.
Accordingly, your sister is going to get a good spanking the next time she crosses the line. I don't mind drawing a very generous line, but once she crosses it, she's history. The only thing is, who's going to give her the spanking, you or me?"
"Are you crazy," demanded Will, shocked. "What the hell do you think my old man will say if you spanked her? And what makes you think that she'd let you, anyway?"
"Your old man would probably approve, and wonder why you didn't do it ages ago. The spanking really should come from you, rather than me, because you're her brother. If I was to do it, it would be on her bare bum, and the chances are pretty good that I'd fuck the silly bitch afterwards.
You on the other hand, are her brother. It would be natural for you to let her keep her panties on while you spanked her, and you're not likely to take unfair advantage of the situation.
And what on earth makes you think I was going to ask her if I could spank her? As far as I'm concerned, she screws up, she gets spanked. You only have to decide who, because it's going to happen."
"You're crazy. What makes you think you'd be able to spank her? She'd fight like a tiger."
"Do you seriously think a martial arts expert such as myself can't handle one young woman? And you're even better than me."
