I'm Norman, more commonly known as Norm. I deliver pizza to make extra money. It's easy to do and can pay reasonably well. I use a motor-scooter to get around. It's quick and really economical. The pizza boxes strap onto the carry rack of the bike and I buzz around quite happily.
You meet some odd people when you're delivering. I actually enjoy some of the situations I run into as if the people are embarrassed enough they'll tip you extra to forget what you saw.
This particular run I was dropping off a pizza at a nice looking house. I rang the bell but either they didn't hear or the bell just didn't work. I could hear noises and an excited voice so I knew someone was home. (I know what you're thinking but no, it did not sound as if I was interrupting a sex session. The noises were wrong.)
Seeing the bell hadn't been answered I knocked firmly on the door. I wasn't trying to open it but it just swung open anyway. I guess it couldn't have been closed properly.
Anyway, when the door swung open I had a view of the front room. Sitting on the couch facing the door was a man in his thirties. He was fully dressed. Lying across his lap was a young woman about my own age, which is eighteen. She was totally naked. It was pretty obvious that he was in the act of spanking her.
He looked rather embarrassed. She looked totally amused, giggling as she looked at me.
"Ah, pizza," I said.
"Can you put it on the coffee table, please?" the girl said, indicating the table.
"Ah, right," I mumbled, walking in and putting the pizza and bottle of drink on the table. I managed to mutter something about paying for it, knowing my face was quite red.
"Well, don't look at me," said the girl with a giggle. "As you can see I haven't got a cent on me. Grant, why don't you pay the man?"
If Grant was going to pay me then she'd have to get off his lap which meant that she'd be standing in front of me, naked. I suspected that she wouldn't want to do that so I was determinedly looking anywhere but at her.
"Oh, don't be such a prude," she said with a giggle. "I'm sure you've seen skin before. Come on Grant, pay the man and don't forget a nice tip."
Grant jumped to his feet and grabbed for his wallet. He fished out a fifty and handed it to me, talking rapidly to the girl the entire time.
"Um, listen, I have to be going, Jenny," he gabbled. "I just remembered something I have to do. Tell your father I'm sorry I missed him."
With that he was gone, banging the front door behind him. Jenny was almost killing herself trying not to laugh.
"A friend of my father," she said. "Dad's not home and I was stirring him up, being cheeky. He threatened to spank me if I didn't behave. I told him he wouldn't have the nerve and left the room for a moment. As soon as I was out of the room I stripped off and then came back in. Geez, you should have seen his face. He turned purple and started spluttering. I thought you said you'd spank me, I told him, and he grabbed me and was starting to do so when you came in. He won't dare say a word about this. It's hilarious."
"You took a bit of a chance," I pointed out, acutely conscious that she was still naked. "He could have raped you instead of spanking you."
"Or as well as," she pointed out. "I was wondering if he'd have the nerve to. It would have been an interesting experience but I doubt he'd have gone that far. He wouldn't have the nerve."
"Are you of an age to be rape worthy?" I asked.
"If you're asking if I'm eighteen the answer is yes. Why? Are you thinking of filling in for him?"
"I'm certainly considering it," I told her. "You're deliberately flaunting yourself, teasing me. A spanking would be a fair return."
"I might permit that. You wouldn't be allowed to have sex with me though."
"If you say so," I said, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.
I stood there admiring her figure and she blushed slightly.
"Well?" she asked.
"Well let's have a slice of pizza or two before it goes cold while I contemplate my future activities."
"OK. Just wait while I put something on."
"No. I prefer you dressed the way you are. Are you losing your nerve, perhaps?"
She tossed an enigmatic look my way and settled onto the floor next to the coffee table. I joined her and gave her my name. I already knew her name was Jenny as Grant had called her that. We dined on pizza, and chatted, just feeling each other out. Finally the pizza was finished and I rose to my feet, holding out a hand to help her up.
"Come along," I said, moving towards the couch.
She was blushing slightly and already slightly aroused, whether she knew it or not. I sat on the couch and now it was my lap that had a naked young lady draped over it.
"This is a spanking only," she reminded me and I smiled.
"My, you do have quaint ideas, don't you," I observed.
Grant certainly hadn't had much chance to get a spanking going because her bottom was still white. A firm spank to one cheek left a nice red handprint, accompanied by a loud yelp.
"Hey, that hurt," Jenny protested, her hands darting behind her to protect her bottom.
"A spanking is supposed to hurt," I pointed out. "It's a punishment, after all."
I pushed her hands away and delivered another couple of spanks and then her hands were back.
"This won't do," I said. "You obviously need something to distract your hands and stop them getting in the way. Here. Hold this."
I'd taken the time to undo my trousers and my erection was out, waving gently in the air. I took one of her hands and wrapped it around my cock, and it held onto me very firmly.
A couple of spanks went by and during that time she twigged to just what she was holding. I don't know what she thought it was at first but she certainly knew now. She gave a horrified gasp and snatched her hand away.
"No," I said firmly. "Take hold of it again. Think of it this way -- at least you know where it is."
She was mumbling some sort of protest but her hand also closed around me again. Her hand started drifting up and down the length of me, apparently trying to measure me for size. I continued to give her the spanking she wanted, finding she would give a convulsive squeeze of my cock every time my hand landed on her bottom.
It was becoming time to wind up this spanking and continue with another sort of misadventure.
- - - -
I'd been home alone and I'd ordered a pizza for dinner. The day was warm and I was lightly dressed in shorts and t-shirt. I was just bumming around the house, waiting for my pizza, when the doorbell rang and I bounced over to answer it. It wasn't the pizza; just Grant looking to speak to my father about something.
I politely invited him in and he promptly got on my case. I was improperly dressed to be inviting people into the house. Had I no modesty? I was taking foolish chances. I swear that Grant gets off on giving lectures, no matter how unappreciated they are.
I was, um, somewhat flippant, in my comments and the more I was flippant the more he read the riot act. He finally told me that I deserved a spanking and that I'd probably get one one of these days.
"Hold that thought," I said snarkily, and stepped out of the room.
Ten seconds was all it took to shed t-shirt, shorts, and panties. Ten seconds, if that. I stepped back into the front room, smiling, and Grant's face turned purple. For a moment I thought he'd have a heart attack.
"You were saying something about a spanking," I said, defying him to carry through on his threat.
Jeez, he was furious. He grabbed my arm and dragged me over to the couch. Sitting down he pulled me across his lap, bum up.
"Let's see you laugh this off," he snapped, and his hand came down in a spank.
It wasn't exactly a hard spank. I've slapped myself harder slapping at a mosquito. Still it was a spank so I reacted accordingly.
"No, don't," I wailed. "Stop. That hurts. You can't do this."
(Note. It's hard to scream and wail when you're trying to stifle hysterical laughter. I don't think the poor man had the faintest idea of how to spank someone.)
"Be quiet," he snapped in reply. "This serves you right."
He managed to deliver a few more gentle pats on my bottom while I continued to protest. In case you're wondering if I was fearful of Grant going over-board and really spanking me or even contemplating raping me I wasn't. Not in a million years would Grant do that. He was too much the staid, honest, gentleman.
After about the third 'spank' I heard the doorbell and I tried to tell Grant, but he ignored me. Then came a knock on the door which, apparently, hadn't been closed properly, and the door swung open revealing all to the pizza delivery boy.
"Pizza," he said, and boy, was he blushing.
"Just put it on the coffee table, please," I told him and he came in and did so.
Still blushing he mumbled something about paying for it.
"Don't look at me," I told him (which he was determinedly not doing). "You can see I haven't anything on me. Grant, pay the man."
That's the point where Grant sprang into action, leaping to his feet. It took some quick work on my part to avoid being spilled to the floor. He snatched out his wallet, gave the delivery boy a fifty, and bolted, telling me to tell my father that he'd called around.
