Cindy is in her early twenties. She's quite a pretty young woman, a single mother with a charming three year old daughter. Recently she had to change her rental property. The owner of the place had come on to her a couple of times and she'd told him to take a hike.
Now Cindy assures me she was polite but firm, but knowing the girl I strongly suspect she told him quite bluntly to fuck off. The upshot was she promptly received notification saying that at the end of the lease she had to vacate as the owner was not choosing to renew her lease.
It was all done officially, with the letter of the law being observed, even if the spirit of the law was lying in the gutter with its teeth kicked in. She had to move.
That's when she ran into problems. She couldn't find another rental. At the time it was an owners market, and there were a glut of would be tenants. As a single mother she wasn't high on the list of most wanted tenants.
At the end of her lease, Cindy still had nowhere to go, and had to fall back on contingency plans. She moved most of her things into a storage unit and went to stay with a friend for what would be, hopefully, a few days. She could only afford a small storage unit and this resulted with Cindy having more goods than room to put them.
That's where I came in. I'm a friend of the family, sort of an honouree uncle. I'm also a friend with a double garage and only a single car. Could I please store the excess stuff in my garage until she could find a house? No problems. I even drove over to the unit she was leaving and loaded it up, saving her having to make the trip.
A week later she finally received an acceptance and was able to arrange to move into her new house the next weekend. Fortunate timing as far as Cindy was concerned as her daughter was due to spend that weekend with her father. She'd have a child free moving experience. On the Friday night before the big move she called to let me know she was coming and then turned up to collect her things.
She pulled up next to the garage and hopped out of her car, talking on the phone. She does that a lot. I started to load the things into her car, and Cindy kept talking. I finished loading things into the car and Cindy kept talking.
I had gathered by this time that she was talking to her boyfriend. I understand that he'd thrown some pretty plain hints that she should stay with him while waiting til she got her own house, but Cindy had turned him down, moving in with a girlfriend instead. I suspect she didn't want to find herself trapped in a relationship that she wasn't ready for.
But her refusal to temporarily move in with him didn't seem to dampen the ardour floating through the phone lines. Like I said, from arriving until I'd completely packed the car, she kept talking. I asked her if she was coming in for a moment, and she nodded.
She wandered into the house after me, still talking, and I'll admit that I was getting just a little narked by it. She was being rude, even if she didn't seem to realise it. Once in the house, Cindy visited the fridge for a cold drink, and the biscuit barrel for some nibbles. She sipped and nibbled, still talking.
After she'd had her snack she wandered off into the house, talking. She made a beeline for my bedroom, not for any salacious reasons, but because she knew I kept an iPhone charger plugged in next to my bed.
She plugged her phone in, not missing a beat in her constant chattering. Then she sat on the bed and talked.
Have you ever had that experience when a visitor to your house just totally ignores you? I mean, I'd been doing her a favour, and she hadn't even found time to say thank you. I was getting seriously narked.
When I came and sat on the bed, Cindy stood up and continued talking her back to me. Now it was a pleasant day, weather wise, and Cindy was dressed accordingly. What interested me particularly at this moment was that she was wearing tights and lacy blue panties.
I could tell the colour of her panties as the tights had pulled away from her waist when she sat down, and she hadn't bothered to hitch them back up. Too busy talking.
I was wondering what it would take to make her put down the phone. I decided to find out. I mean she was just there, right in front of me, and she has this very cute little bottom that the tights framed rather than concealed. Still, it occurred to me that if they weren't there, there'd be a lot more of that cute bottom on display.
I just reached over, hooked a finger either side of her tights and pulled them briskly down, making sure that the lacy blue panties came along for the ride.
Did she stop talking? No way. She gave a little gasp, and tried to catch them with one hand as they went down but she was a bit too slow. She then tried to crouch to get them, but I intercepted her, swinging her around and dropping her across my knee, hand resting on her bottom.
Cindy was wriggling and trying to stand up again, and apparently her boyfriend noticed something because I heard her telling him no, everything's fine. She'd just slipped on the carpet.
I spanked her bottom, and a nice sound it made. She wriggled somewhat, but she was trying desperately not to let on to her boyfriend that there was anything wrong. A second firmer spank came down and a third before she finally admitted defeat.
She finally started making hanging up noises, but I'd delivered another two or three firm spanks before she actually managed to hang up.
