[FKWLounge] Getting off my butt

An invitation like that is too good to ignore and so Friday received a visit from the...

Maintenance Men

by Arty

Friday opened the door almost before the doorbell had finished ringing. The opened door revealed to men carrying toolboxes. The words "Maintenance" and "Man" were embroidered across the chests of the overalls that the men were wearing.

"Someone at this address needs 'servicing', lady?" The taller of the two waved a much-folded job-sheet under her nose. The silent man leered at her.

"I may have mentioned something in passing..."

"That'll be it then! We can't have sexually frustrated muses wandering the streets; causes no end of trouble that does."

Friday muttered something under her breath.

"Sorry, miss I didn't quite catch that. Look, do want to be 'serviced' or not?"

"What if I said 'no'?"

The shorter of the two men sucked air in through his teeth and shook his head condescendingly.

"I wouldn't go saying 'no', if I were you; not a good idea at all!"

The other man chimed in with his colleague. "Hell to pay, if you said 'no'."

In spite of herself Friday was intrigued; there was something quite appealing about the two men in front of her. And for all their apparent 'roughness' they hadn't forced their way in or attempted to coerce her in anyway at all. Unless one were to count the comically vague doomsaying, that is.

"What if I said 'yes', then?"

"A much better word indeed. 'Yes' is what we are all about. Isn't that right Mr. R?"

"Indubitably Mr. T!" The taller one turned to Friday. "So are you saying 'yes' then?"

"What's involved?" The two men looked at one another and shrugged their shoulders, the taller one sighed and unfolded his job-sheet.

"It says here plain as day, 'Muse to be serviced: Friday'." He frowned, the printing was very faint - he'd told them the toner needed replacing. "Type of service: Full"

Friday sighed it was obvious that neither Mr. R nor Mr. T. would be giving her a straight answer anytime soon. The two heavily disguised authors were squirming uncomfortably under her gaze. Did Arty really expect his Muse to be fooled by something as transparent as that? Sighing theatrically she stepped back and beckoned them in. The two men grinned at each other and stepped over the threshold.

Working as one and as if they had been doing it all their lives Friday found herself undressed. It was almost magical one minute she had been preparing herself to tease the two of them and the next she was standing, slightly breathless, as naked as the day she was born.

Mr. T. was now seated on a settee and smiled encouragingly at her as he called her over. "If you'll just lie face down across my lap I'll be giving you your warm-up spanking."

"Spanking? Who said anything about spanking?"

"Look a full service has been requested and you, yourself mentioned the word 'paddle' we would be failing in our duty if we applied the paddle without a warm-up spanking."

Friday sighed. It was true she had been unwise enough to mention a paddling. She remembered the adage, be careful what you wish for, you might get it. She resigned herself to the inevitable and lay across his lap.

"Don't worry we'll make sure that you enjoy this!"

"Hmmpf!" Friday was not convinced. Mr. T. hand began to stroke her bottom. Occasionally his fingers would slip between her cheeks or slide down between her legs. Friday started to hum with pleasure as she started to get aroused. Then Mr. T. began to pat her bottom gently, moving his hand around her bottom ensuring that he missed none of her cheeks. Gradually he increased the force of his smacks and he could see some redness creeping into her bottom. Every ten seconds or so he would allow his fingers to roam between her legs. Friday was moaning continuously now as the tingle he was generating in her bottom migrated to between her legs. After a further minute or so he pronounced himself satisfied. Friday stood up and kissed him.

"That's usually not my thing but you did that very nicely. Thank you. How do you want me for the paddling?" Friday was amazed at how submissive she sounded to herself. Mr. R. looked around the room and found a chair to his liking.

"If you will kneel on the seat of this chair and rest your head and arms on the back of the chair." Friday did as she was asked. "And if Mr. T would provide some distraction to take Ms. Friday's mind off the paddling, we'll get started."

Mr. T was delighted to provide distraction and he allowed his hands to roam freely over her breasts and between her legs. Mr. R waited until Friday was moaning freely, raised his paddle and brought it down at medium speed across both of her bottom cheeks. SMACK! Friday squealed but the squeal degenerated into a groan of arousal as Mr. T swirled a finger around her clitoris. SMACK! The second stroke was less of a surprise and Friday made no sound apart from a deeper groan. SMACK! The third stroke seemed to elicit very little reaction, but the deep flush across her face and breasts signalled how close she was to cumming. The next few strokes seemed to be lighter as Mr. R. waited for Friday's arousal to peak. Friday cried out as she came. SMACK! The final stroke of the paddle landed and Friday screamed as the pain from the paddle stroke mingled with the sensations of her orgasm and she fainted away.

When she came to Mr. R and Mr T were undressed and stroking her body with mittens covered in fur.

"Mmmmm!" It's almost worth the paddling if it means being treated like this afterwards.

Once she was awake the two Maintenance Men began to arouse her in earnest; synchronising their actions, so that as one of them licked and nibbled the other was using his mittens. Friday felt herself being ushered back up the slope of her arousal. Eventually by some unspoken agreement Mr. T. began to lick his way down Friday's stomach and between her legs, while Mr. R. suckled gently on her nipples. Together they encouraged her to a gentle orgasm. Then it was Mr. R's turn as he slid himself between her upraised legs and entered her gently but insistently. Meanwhile Mr. T began kissing Friday, teasing her with butterfly kisses interspersed with deep probing kisses replete with duelling tongues.

Inevitably Mr. R and Friday arrived at mutual satisfaction in a two-part harmony of erotic groans and gentle screaming. Mr. T. stopped kissing her and stroked her face gently. "Was that to your satisfaction?"

"I think I can live with that."

The two of them kissed her gently and began putting their overalls back on. Later on the table next to her bed she saw two red roses.

-Fin-