The Survey

Synopsis

A woman gets more than she bargained for when she persistently tries to get a man, more interested in his work than the proposed new road, to fill in a survey form. He ensnares her using 'mouse magic'.

The Survey

by obohobo

Warnings

The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF NC Spanking Rom

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental, etc.

Chapter one. The first attempt

"Ding-dong. Ding-dong."

Jan waited nervously at the door standing slightly ajar. She'd done nothing like this before and wouldn't be doing it now if Charlene hadn't insisted. "Just because she goes out to work..." She pushed the bell again. "They must be in if the door is open." Once more she checked her clipboard for the name of the occupant.

"Sod it!" Tom swore, "Who's at bloody the door now?" He looked at the monitor mounted above the workbench and swore again. The screen showed a well-dressed woman standing at his side entrance holding a clipboard and a sheaf of leaflets. "Bloody door-to-door salesmen. Can't the stupid bitch read the notice on the door?" Angry at having to stop work he carefully placed the gouge on the non-slip mat and stomped down the path from his garden workshop.

Looking round at the sound, Jan put on an apprehensive smile, "Good afternoon Mr. Wright. I wonder if…"

"Whatever you're selling I don't want it! Can't you read the notice? It clearly says no salesmen. You people are just a pain in the arse! There ought be a law against the likes of you disturbing others getting on with their business," Tom shouted.

For a moment Jan was taken aback at the onslaught of abuse. She wasn't expecting this sort of reception and this was only the first house but she put on her smile again and answered, "I'm not selling anything Mr. Wright, I'm doing a survey, it's about the new road. It will affect you particularly and…"

"I haven't the time or the inclination to answer a lot of damn fool questions. You've already upset my concentration, now just piss off and leave a man to work in peace."

"But if…"

"Bugger off woman! I don't want to know! Just get off my property."

A tear trickled down Jan's cheek as she turned and made her way back down the drive. "How could a man be so rude? He wouldn't even listen to her. If we don't all get together they'll push the new road through without any concessions to our needs and wishes. And his property will back right on to it. Only the river between him and the road and that's not much more than a stream." She muttered to herself as she returned to the street and went to the next house in the village. Any reception she got there couldn't be worse than the one she'd just had. Again she asked herself, "Why oh why did I let Charlene talk me into this? She knows I'm no good at talking to people. She's the personal assistant with all the charm."

Local government had chosen the western route for the Dornton town by-pass, a route that would cut the village of Ranford in two. A public enquiry to approve the route was scheduled for a month's time but Jan Wykes and her companion believed that would only be a formality. At best they would concede details such as putting up proper sound barriers instead of planting shrubs that would take twenty years to grow enough to be effective. Jan and Charlene were also hoping to get enough support to force them to provide a vehicle bridge crossing so that the journey from one half of the village to the other would not involve a three-mile detour. The plans only showed a footbridge.

Tom's bungalow stood behind a terrace row of eight, seventeenth century almshouses, now reserved for the elderly, and being of historical importance, were 'listed buildings'. His access drive lay sandwiched between the end house and the village cemetery. Many years ago a previous occupant owned a riding school and built brick stables across the end of what was then the kitchen garden. Tom converted them into his woodwork shops, with the end one put aside specifically for his carving. It was because he spent so much time at the workbench there, he'd installed an inconspicuous CCTV camera focused on the side door, which was the main entrance to the bungalow. In addition he put a Babycom unit in the hall and another in the workshop so the door chimes were relayed to the workshop.

Behind his workshop lay a one-acre paddock, now an old orchard. Twice a year a local contractor came and cut the semi-wilderness between the trees but otherwise most of the paddock was left for nature to do its own thing. Tom loved it there and spent many hours watching the birds and insects; all provided subjects for his carvings. Three sides of the orchard were bounded by an oxbow in the river Wen. Tom owned it all. It was his alone and no one else had access to it.

Jan checked her clipboard for the name of the occupant and with some trepidation, knocked at the door of the next house. "Good afternoon Mrs. Merideth, I'm Jan Wykes and I wonder if you would care to spare a few moments to help me fill in a survey questionnaire about the new road?"

The elderly lady beamed, "Come in dear. You look as tho' you could do with a cuppa. I'm Martha, by the way. Didja try and go to 'im behind us?" Jan nodded. "Thought yer looked upset," Martha chattered on as she fussed in the kitchen. Shortly afterwards she directed Jan to a seat in the living room and returned with a tray of tea things and a plate of biscuits. "I think I remember seeing you in church a week or two back. You're one of them newcomers from that there new estate they jest built t'other side of the river."

"Yes, I've only been in the village a few months and thought it was going to be an idyllic quiet sort of place and now just as I settle in, they decide to put a road right through it. My companion and I don't want to go through the move again so we're trying to get them to minimise the damage but we need the support of the whole village." Jan started the spiel she'd rehearsed but Martha interrupted.

"Yer didna get na' support from Tom Wright, I bet. I guess yer weren't to know tho'. Ya have two things against yer. Fust off, you're a woman. He's a bit agin women right now, especially women in fine suits. His wife dressed like that, well she wasn't really his wife but they lived t'gether like they wuz, and she up and left him and went to live with the man she wu'ked for. You no doubt saw 'ow 'e was dressed. Maroon smock tied around the waist with a mile of rope, woolly hat and slippers? Shavings in his beard?"

The apt description brought a smile to Jan's face, "Yes, if he'd had a hood to the smock I'd have thought he was a monk. I don't usually dress like this either but Charlene, my companion, thought it would look more official and business like."

"Well there was also another woman dressed like you. Ya may 'ave heard them developers want his property to build some posh houses. The fact that tha orchard floods in winter didna seem to worry 'em but the problem wuz access. The only access is along 'is drive an' then they would 'ave t' knock his house and his precious workshop down. Tom stood out agin them tho' I 'erd they offered a great deal of money, so they sent this ere young lady round. Think it twas all highly illegal cuz she tried to seduce him and then get him to sell but he affixed on to 'er and sent her packing. So yer see he's got a thing about sales people and specially saleswomen."

"He didn't have to swear at me though. You said there were two things against me, Martha."

"T'other wuz yer timing. I bet 'e was working at 'is carving and 'e 'ad to stop to answer the doorbell. That puts 'is back up straight away. If yer catch 'im in the right mood, he's a nice enough bloke but if yer disturb 'is carving 'e gets angrier than a caged wasp. You ain't seen the work he does. Them birds and animals are real lifelike and beautiful. His house is full of 'em. I think it takes a lot of concentration so if that gets broken, it's difficult fer 'im to start again. I know what 'e's like, m'dear. Talks as nice a pie when I see 'im clearing a few weeds in his garden and 'e's helpful too. Done and helped me a few times and my granddaughter thinks the world of 'im. She's ten and a small group of them from school went on a nature walk with 'im and 'e told 'em so much of what they didn't normally see in an old hedge."

"How would I know when to find him in a good mood?" Jan asked.

"Well, if I hasta go and see 'im special like, I go about 10:30. He allus seems to stop and go and make a pot of tea then and eat a biscuit. He's pretty regular doing it too. Only Tuesdays does he miss cuz he's in town shopping. You may 'ave seen 'im riding his bike. Looks like a gnome on wheels!" Martha and Jan chuckled. "Here lass, let me take these tea things away and then us 'ad better fill that form thing out otherwise I'll keep yer chatting all afternoon."

Chapter 2. Second attempt

Hysterical sobs came from the soap on television but Jan saw none of it. Her mind was on that rude man and what to do about him. She would have left it and concentrated on the others but Charlene brusquely said, "You're not going to let him get away with that, are you?" when she told her what happened.

Charlene was the dominant one in the relationship. The pair came together about five years ago after Charlene's divorce and the death of Jan's husband but they had known each other since their schooldays. Now they were approaching fifty and jointly owned the house. Although their characters were very different, they generally got on well together. Charlene was outgoing and frequently dated men; Jan was shyer and rarely went out, preferring the company of the TV and her books. She enjoyed lovemaking with Charlene but didn't consider herself a lesbian or perhaps, as she put it, a part-time lesbian. Had the opportunity arose, she would have taken a man to her bed but, unlike Charlene, she couldn't bring herself to go to pubs or clubs. They were too rowdy and smoky for her liking.

While her husband was alive Jan was a full-time housewife and when he tragically died from a heart attack at an early age, she was well provided for and didn't feel like finding a job. On the other hand, Charlene had always worked and now was employed as personal assistant to the director of a theatre company, a job that brought her into contact with many people. A job she enjoyed. Even though it was midweek, she had a date with a man she met through her work and left Jan on her own to contemplate what to do.

"Why don't you go round at 10:30 like Martha suggested?" Charlene asked next morning. "Stand at the door and when he comes for his tea, hit him with the form. Don't take no for an answer. Treat him like he did you. If he shouts and you, you shout back." Jan knew Charlene would do that easily but she knew too, that if he rounded on her again like he did yesterday, she would give in and run away in tears. Unfortunately she couldn't think of a better plan.

A little after ten she walked over the footbridge and arrived early in drizzling rain. Unwilling to go directly to the door, she strolled into the cemetery and peered through the hedge. With the bright lights on in the workshop she could easily see him chipping away with his back to the window. The side door to the house was again ajar and if anything was open further than the previous day. "What if I slipped inside and had everything ready on the table for him when he came in for tea, then he would have to see me. Unless he threw me out." Jan pondered what to do. The rain came down harder and she would get very wet if she waited outside for much longer.

Keeping close to the shelter of the house wall, where she thought he wouldn't spot her from the workshop window, she came to the half-opened door and hesitated. Her mind raged with arguments for going in, staying out and giving up. She knew Charlene would be very cross with her if she didn't try. "But all this is her idea," she told herself, "She should be doing all this survey work. She's the one who can put the case to the people so much better than I can. Just because she has a job and is only free weekends…" Summoning all her will power, Jan slipped inside the house.

"What's that bitch doing now?" Tom growled as his eyes caught the movement on the monitor. He watched as she stood hesitantly by the door. "I'll wait till she rings the bloody bell and then give her hell." But she didn't ring the bell, she waited and looked uncertain and then went inside. Puzzled, Tom decided to leave her for a few minutes and then catch her in whatever she was doing. Listening carefully at the Babycom speaker, he heard her footsteps on the hall floor. "Perhaps she really wants one of my carvings. Surely she doesn't still want the stupid survey filled in. She's carrying the clipboard but that might only be a ruse if she was caught. If I wait a bit until she has collected a few things, I'll have her red handed." Over the Babycom he heard the distinctive squeak of the kitchen door.

The first room on the right from the hallway, was the kitchen dining room and Jan decided that would be the ideal place for her to wait. He would have to come in there to put the kettle on. Taking off her wet coat, she draped it around a chair and then sat at the dining table, spread the forms and took her pen out ready. In the centre of the table was a delightful carved wren on a bough. It attracted Jan and she picked it up. "It's lovely," she said to herself but the side door opening and footsteps entering distracted her attention. She started to tremble.

Tom entered the hallway quietly and noted the kitchen door was not open as far as it would normally be. Instead of entering he walked by but took a quick peep through the crack between the hinges and the jamb. Jan sat at the table with the wren in her hand. "I'll give her a chance to put it in her purse and then nab her." Tom walked on and went into the bathroom and, leaving the door open as usual, peed noisily. He flushed and washed his hands but left the tap running. "She'll think I'm still in here and make her move to escape. Then I'll have her."

Undoing the rope from around his smock he crept back along the hall and was surprised to see her still sitting at the table. "Why hasn't she tried to run?" His annoyance didn't give him time to reason an answer. Quickly he entered the room and looped the rope around Jan's body just below her breasts and wound it around the back of her chair. It was long enough to go round a second time.

"No! What are you doing?" Jan screamed as Tom put a second loop around her and fastened the ends tightly, pinning her arms and body to the chair.

"I think it is more to the point, what are you doing?" Tom asked angrily. "I find you in my house, uninvited, with one of my carvings in your hands so I suspect you intended to steal it." Even in his anger Tom knew this was not the case. Had she been a thief she would have made a dash for it when he first entered and from the forms in front of her he knew it was the dreaded survey document. He wasn't going to let that deter him though; it was a long while since he'd had a woman helpless in front of him and he was determined to have some fun with her.

"Let me go!" yelled Jan, "I wasn't going to steal anything. I only wanted…"

"Shut up woman," Tom hissed, "I told you yesterday to clear off but you came back so I'm forced to believe yesterday's visit was just to case the place. I'm going to search you now and I know the places you women use to hide things."

"No, please. I didn't take anything. I only…"

"I told you to shut up. When I came in you had the wren in your hands so I maybe I came just in time."

"I'll report you to the police." Jan tried to sound brave but her voice trembled.

"And tell them you entered my house without permission, knowing I would object? No lady, I don't think you'd go to the police whatever I did to you, not unless I caused you serious harm and I've no intention of hurting you at all." He left her tied for a few moments while he went and turned the water of in the bathroom. On his return he carried on from where he'd left off, "First though I am going to frisk you." Tom ran his hands over her body and felt her trouser pockets. Nothing. He started unbuttoning Jan's blouse and despite her repeated protests, put his hand inside and felt her breasts first through her bra and then, seeing they were of the front fastening type opened the clasp and squeezed and played with the nipples.

"Please stop," Jan wept, "I couldn't hide anything in there."

"Maybe not but it is fun checking and maybe it will teach you not to come bothering me again unless you want more of this treatment. Your nipples seem to like it." Jan blushed but said nothing. "Now I'd better check the other hiding place women use." Tom was smiling now. Jan though looked horrified as she guessed the place he meant. She also noticed the bulge in the front of his smock and wondered if he intended to rape her.

"No please, you mustn't. It's disgusting. I'll scream."

"Fat lot of good that will do you. I doubt Martha the gossip is out in her garden in this weather and there won't be anyone in the cemetery that can hear you. I could always gag you if I have to." Jan knew he was right and kept quiet. Tom dragged her chair away from the table to give him more room and pulled her skirt up as far as it would go. "White cotton knickers, very staid," he commented. Tears ran down Jan's cheeks and she knew she blushed furiously. She tried to close her legs tightly but with her body and arms roped to the chair, Tom easily overcame her resistance and forced her thighs apart. First he rubbed around the outside of the fabric and then slid his hand inside and massaged her hairy mound. "My God, you're really turned on by all this. Your cunt is dripping." Jan closed her eyes as if that would help hide her shame. "Doesn't seem to be anything there," Tom announced, "Let's see what's in your handbag."

"Oh, no. Please no." Jan pleaded, her face beetroot red, "There's nothing in there of yours."

"Then there's nothing for you to worry about," Tom remarked as he emptied the bag on the table. "Oh now I see what you were worried about," he laughed. Amongst the cosmetics and other female paraphernalia was a purple plastic vibrator. Tom picked it up and twisted the end. It hummed into life.

"Please Mr. Wright, please don't humiliate me like this? I'm really sorry I came back. Please just let me go. I wouldn't have come back if Charlene hadn't made me. She's the real organiser behind this survey."

Tom just laughed again. "Who's Charlene?" Jan told him but he didn't seem all that interested. Instead he held the humming vibrator near her face, "I suppose you are going to plead that this is just a personal massager for when your muscles get tired. I've seen the magazine adverts." He rubbed the end up and down her neck. Jan shook her head. It was no use her denying what it was for, nor could she explain why it was in her handbag, not even to herself. It was just somewhere she always kept it and in the inside side zipped pocket it should have been safe from prying eyes.

"Perhaps I should use it where it is intended then?" Tom was all smiles now, his anger long forgotten. He studied the women with more interest as she again shook her head in protest. "She's not too badly built," he thought, "About my own age. Seems a bit timid. Many women would have laid into me with a lot more verbal abuse. Maybe I can have some more fun with her after all she is very aroused just by being trussed up." Tom used the vibrator to rub her slit on the outside of her knickers and then pushed the material aside so it had contact with her bare cuntal lips and clit. "I guess it knows its way round there pretty well by now Jan."

"Please stop, please," Jan pleaded but her voice was weak as her body gave way to the emotions building in her loins. Tom, sensing this, concentrated on her clit until she squirmed in her seat until shortly afterwards she climaxed with a cry. He turned the vibrator off and grinned.

"Jan," he said in a voice kinder than she'd heard before, "I'm going to untie you but before I give you back your handbag, you are going to join me in a cuppa and tell me what this is all about." Tom indicated the papers now well scattered over the table and floor, "And about yourself." He paused and then went on, "I'm not going to apologise for what I did because you enjoyed it. I said I wouldn't hurt you and I haven't although I may have embarrassed you a little…"

"That's an understatement," muttered Jan as she rubbed her arms where the rope had pinched into them.

"Maybe but don't kid me, you got off on it and I enjoyed it too. Haven't played with a woman like that since Sheila left."

"Mr. Wright…"

"Tom."

"Tom, I know I shouldn't have just come into your house," Jan said, "But I wasn't intending to steal anything. It was just that I didn't want to incur your wrath by ringing the bell again and Martha said…"

"She's the village gossip. Good soul, but don't believe everything she says. Now shall be go into the lounge and have that tea?"

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 yesterday 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 yesterday 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 on each cheek 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 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.

Chapter 4. Return visit

Jan winced as she stretched out to shut off the alarm. Charlene stirred alongside her and grumpily muttered, "A Saturday and I have to get up early. Why did I make that damned hair appointment for this time?" Throwing the covers off them both she looked at Jan's bum. "Well that is a real nice colour this morning. Bet it's still tender. You'll not be wanting to go round there any more."

"I wouldn't have gone in the first place if it wasn't for your bloody survey," Jan pointed out. She wasn't in a good mood. Charlene had tended to her bottom and her other needs when they arrived home last night but somehow that wasn't the same as having a real prick inside her. Something she realised she missed since her husband's death. Charlene had deliberately prevented that happening. "Why?" Jan wondered, "She's had enough men since her divorce, even brought them to our home to spend the night while I slept in the next room." No, she wasn't in a good mood with Charlene.

While Charlene performed in the bathroom, Jan hobbled into the kitchen and started the coffee machine going. "What right has she to tell me whether or not I want to see him again. Maybe I will, if it is only to prove her wrong. Sometimes she is just too bossy." She made herself some toast, knowing her companion never had anything other than coffee for breakfast.

Soon she was alone in the house and decided a bath might help to ease the stiffness in her arse but the effect was minimal. Normally she didn't wear much or any make-up, just a touch of powder and a smear of lipstick but seeing her puffy face and reddened eyes in the mirror she decided apply a little colouring in case anyone came to the door. The lipstick she required was in her handbag. It brought back memories and she blushed as she remembered her embarrassment when Tom tipped the contents on his kitchen table. For a while she reminisced on the events of the previous day and her reactions to them. Not the outward reactions that everyone saw, but those she kept inside herself. "Why did I get so aroused when I had to lie naked on his legs? Why did I deliberately move my mound over his cock to tease him? Why was I so disappointed when Charlene stopped us?" She foraged for her lipstick. Instead she pulled out a tiny, exquisitely carved harvest mouse in the form of a ring. I wasn't something that could be worn for any length of time but she slipped it on her middle finger and the mouse looked to be clinging to it ready to run along the back of her hand.

"It's beautiful, really sweet," she cried out aloud, "But how did it get in my bag? Did Charlene put it there to get me into trouble again? I wouldn't put it past her. Or maybe he put it there. Surely not, but that's more likely than Charlene. She wouldn't have known about it and it wasn't one of the things he showed us last night. If he did it, did he want me to keep it? Or was he going to use it to accuse me of theft so he could spank me again?" All these thoughts spun in her head while she dressed. For once she had to forgo her jeans; they were too tight against her tender bottom, a skirt and a loose pair of knickers were much more comfortable. "What am I going to do about this mouse?" She looked at the clock, 10:45. "He'll be back in his workshop by now so I'll only get the answerphone or the 1571 service if he has it. Perhaps I had better walk over. Walk? Limp more likely. If I wait till Charlene comes back it will give him more time to accuse me of theft and in any case she'll want to do things her way and that might get me another spanking."

It was 11:10. Like the other day she went into the cemetery first and ascertained he was in his workshop before Jan starting to walk stiffly up Tom's drive. "How will he react? Will he start swearing and hollering again for disturbing him."

"Morn'n dear." Martha, who'd suddenly appeared in her garden, interrupted Jan's thoughts. "Did yer manage to get 'im to fill your survey in m'dear?"

"No Martha, he doesn't agree with it. Thinks it doesn't really affect him but we'll keep trying." She hoped that would perhaps explain her visit today.

"Yer must want to convince 'im badly. I saw tha two of yer visit yest'd'y." Martha hinted there was more to it than she was being told.

"We were invited to see his carvings."

"Yes dear, and tha ones in't back room noo doubt." Again Martha had that look that she was saying more than her words said. Jan shook her head and waved her "Good bye."

Tom stood at the bench concentrating on carving the feathers of a sparrow hawk. He’d finished the head and now worked on the back where the technique wasn't as demanding. His mind was not totally on the work this morning; not after last night. He wondered if he would ever see her again after the bossy bitch dragged her away. He laid the gouge down and picked up a veiner. "Tap, tap." Jan had waited until he wasn't actually carving before gently tapping on the window. He let her in.

"You come to ask me to carry on from where I left off last night?" Tom asked but there was no harshness in his voice. "I bet I could have comforted you better than bossy bitch." His face broke out into a wide grin and Jan had to laugh too.

"Perhaps you could've but I came about the mouse."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes, it's so lovely. Real cheeky expression on its little face. It's adorable but why? I don't understand why you put it in my bag." Jan looked puzzled.

"I don't know really. I suppose I wanted to make up for what I did to you. Wanted you to have something besides a sore arse, something that bossy bitch wouldn't have. Did you try it on?"

"Yes it fitted my middle finger just like the mouse was clinging to it."

"Good. Put it on again and let me see. It's the ring that made you come back. I put magic into it and any woman who wears it even for a short time will find me irresistible." Tom grinned. "Magic that would make you come back again. Keep it on for a while and you're mine. I don't know why I thought of putting it in your bag. Maybe the magic affected me too. It was a spur of the moment thing and the ring seemed appropriate for you."

Jan had a quick vision of Frodo and the Ring of Power but then laughed, "I guess it worked. You must have some pretty strong magic. You wanted to see me again? To see me or just to see my bare bottom?"

"Well I wouldn't mind seeing your bare bum again Jan," Tom smiled at her, "But more than that, I felt I wanted to see you as a person." Before Jan could react, Tom gave her a bear hug and a kiss. "Let's go make some lunch."

"How is your bum Jan? I see you don't walk normally so I guess it's stiff," Tom asked when they sat in the lounge on the same settee as he'd spanked her. "Can I see?"

"You can see but not touch with your hard hands," Jan laughed; she was beginning to enjoy the company of the scruffy looking man. Reaching under her skirt, she pushed her knickers down and then raised the hem so he had a clear view of her colourful rear.

"Sorry," Tom apologised, "I wouldn't have hit as hard if bossy bitch hadn't goaded me. In fact I didn't intend to spank you but I did hope to get my prick in your snatch." Tom was forthright in his intentions. "I wouldn't mind doing it now. Would you like some cream on your arse?"

"Or in my snatch as you so crudely put it?" They both laughed. "Perhaps we'd better just put cream on the outside for starters. It's been a long while since my husband died and this has come on so quickly. I know next to nothing about you."

"Except that you'll do what I tell you to do now you've accepted the magic of the mouse. If I tell you to open your legs ready for fucking, you'll do it won't you?"

"I don't know about that…" Jan stammered. Her mind wondered if she refused, would he tie her down and do it anyway. Tom's answer left her in no doubt.

"You will otherwise you won't have any choice. Let the magic do its work. Don't fight it. Now let's go into the bedroom and I can start soothing the outside of your bum."

"I don't think I should…Perhaps I ought to leave…"

"Stop fighting it Jan. You can't deny yourself." Tom grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his room and pushed her on to the unmade bed. Do you wish to take your clothes off voluntarily or shall I do it for you?" Jan decided to do it herself but even so her hands trembled so badly she couldn't undo her blouse and Tom had to do them for her. Seeing her shaking, Tom said quietly, "Jan, I'm not going to hurt you. It should be a pleasure for us both."

"Then why am I naked when you're not?" A hint of a smile lifted the corners of Jan's lips. She pointed the mouse at him, "Undress," she ordered.

"That's better," laughed Tom. "Help me off with my clothes. If you're afraid of pregnancy, I have a condom. There's no need to be nervous."

"No, that's not it. I'd probably be past that anyway. In any case I had a hysterectomy some years ago, which is why I never had any children. It's just that seeing that thing of yours is so much bigger than Ben's, I don't know if…"

"Of course you can take it. I haven't known any women that can't but apart from my wife, well partner, there haven't been many." Tom pulled her close, crushing her breasts to his chest and kissed her. He kissed her again and forced his tongue into her mouth. French kissing was something she was used to doing with Charlene and could respond to with ease. More disconcerting was the prick trapped against her belly and the wetness of her cunt.

"Tom, I think I'd better have the internal cream first before it makes a mess over everything." Jan giggled like a schoolgirl a quarter of her age. "Please take it gently. The vibrator isn't anywhere near as big as you." Tom's entry was easier than either of them expected and he was soon pumping away while she squealed under him. With each thrust she could feel the tenderness of her bottom but that only seemed to arouse her further. Soon she cried out her climax and a minute or so later, Tom sent his cream into her body cavity.

"Thanks," Jan said, "I used to enjoy it with Ben, but that was great, especially after such a long time."

"The pleasure was all mine, Jan."

For a while they lay under the bedclothes, gently fondling each other but not talking much. Each engrossed in their own thoughts.

"I wonder what Charlene would say if she could see me now," Jan mused.

Chapter 5. Payback time

Charlene would have half murdered her. The morning had not gone well. First the girl who normally did her hair called in sick and two girls had to do the work of three, then the drier broke down and she had to wait for another to be free. All this made her an hour late and she arrived home to an empty house, no lunch prepared and no note to say where she was.

"I'll strangle the bitch. I'm supposed to meet Judy in half an hour. I'll give her such a hiding that she'll think the one last night was just a playful slap. I'll…" Charlene continued think up more and more bizarre tortures for her friend. "Where is she?" She tried phoning the likely friends of theirs but in the back of her mind she suspected the truth. She was with that man. And Charlene didn't have his phone number. But why would she go there on her own, after what he did to her last night? After what she said this morning? Charlene knew Jan was somewhat attracted to him but it was completely out of character for her to take off on her own to meet a man, a man she'd only known for a couple of days and who'd soundly spanked her. "If she's gone there, she could be in real trouble. He wasn't pleased that I dragged her home before he fucked her. That he made very obvious. She wasn't best pleased either for that matter so perhaps she went there to continue on from last night. Perhaps he phoned her." She tried 1571 but there had been no calls. "What if she's in danger? Being raped? Sod the you Jan. That's going to mess up my afternoon as well."

However despite the fact that she told herself the matter was urgent, it was an hour before she finally set out for the footbridge across the river. As if pre-warned, Martha appeared in her garden just as Charlene turned to walk up the drive.

"Aft'noon dearie," she greeted, "Yer enjoy yoursel's round 'is last night? 'E don't often have lady visitors."

"Yes, thank you Martha. Did you see my friend who was doing the survey come round this morning?"

"Oh yeah dearie, she came by 'bout eleven. Haven't seen 'er leave yet but I'm not watching all the time so she could 'ave left without me knowin'."

"Unlikely," thought Charlene but she thanked her and continued along the drive. "If he's not in his workshop they're in the house together. I'll creep in and catch them at it."

"I thought you'd have photos of your 'wife', Tom? I haven't seen any. Did you destroy them all when she left?" Jan asked.

"We didn't take many photos and she took most of them when she cleared off. I've still got the drawings I did of her but they are rather rude. Things we did when we first got together before she started getting it off with her boss and not having time to do it with me." Tom sounded bitter.

"Can I see them?"

"You may be shocked." Tom thought for a moment and then decided, "Okay." It would give her some idea of what he might like to do with her in the future. If it put her right off, then it was probably better to do it now than after they'd been together for a while, that is if she wanted to get together with him. He went into the back bedroom and returned with an art folder. "We did it in many different ways and she liked looking at the pictures because it got her all horny so I didn't mind either. Sure you want to see them?"

Jan nodded and he passed her the folder. The first one showed Sheila in a classic nude pose. Erotic, but not obscene. The second showed the view from his eyes looking down at her sucking his prick whilst she looked up into his eyes. The picture clearly showed her hollow cheeks as she sucked over half of the rigid prick into her mouth. Jan was shocked not so much from what Sheila was doing but the fact that she allowed him to draw her doing it. And the drawing, like his carvings was of superb quality. Trying to think of a suitable comment Jan said simply, "Ben liked me to do that too."

Slowly she went through the folder with him. Tom had his arm around her shoulders and commented on the various positions. Sheila seemed to have taken his manhood into her bottom hole as well as her mouth and cunt. "Have you had it up your arsehole?" Tom asked when they looked at Sheila in that position.

"Only a few times. It hurt a bit and Ben didn't seem overly keen. He preferred the proper place or my sucking him."

By the time they'd looked though the folder, Tom's prick was again rigid. "Time for round two," he laughed.

"I'm still sore from round one!"

"Never mind, it's a nice soreness. The magic will make it better. Open up a bit more. Are you able to bring your knees back to your chest?" Jan was still quite lithe and could easily do it and when Tom thrust into her she placed her feet on his shoulders. They were in this position when Charlene burst in on them.

"You little whore!" she screamed. Tom stopped in mid stroke, pulled out and leaped from the bed. Charlene tried to flee but Tom caught her coat and then pinioned her arms.

Dragging her to the bed, he threw her violently down alongside Jan. Tom's quick temper rose, "So you came to spy on us, bossy bitch. You came into my house uninvited, without even ringing the bell. I seem to remember someone else doing that the other day and I remember how you demanded she be punished. Charlene understood all too well what he was getting at and tried to run to freedom but before she could even sit up on the bed, Jan pulled her back.

"Let me go," Charlene yelled, "I came to see if you were all right. You've messed up my afternoon enough as it is. I won't allow him to spank me."

"We'll see about that," Tom growled as he opened a bedside drawer and took out a handful of neckties he no longer used. Charlene struggled bravely but was no match for Tom especially when he had Jan to aid him. In a short time, she found herself face down on the bed, her wrists tied to the head rail, her trousers and knickers on the floor and her ankles fastened to the foot rail. She was helpless but that didn't stop her shouting abuse at the pair.

"Stuff her knickers in her mouth Jan please. That should quieten her down. I don't think she is going to be as brave as you were and we don't want Martha calling the police. She's probably down the bottom of her garden peering through the hedge now." Tom didn't spare Charlene's arse. "It's payback time for you Charlene," he said as he brought his hand down hard and tried to cover as much of her bottom flesh as he could. There was more than on Jan's. "You should be yelling for me to hit harder Jan. You should be urging me on."

"I think she's had enough Tom," Jan answered a few minutes later, "You should stop now, she's had at least as many as I did. Calm down and let her rest for a bit." Jan spoke calmly and quietly and made Tom realise he could easily have gone too far. "I'll put some cream on her because you never got round to doing it to me. You're not giving her an internal massage either. That's reserved for me by the magic mouse." She had to remove it to rub the cream into the sore nates. Jan worked over the area gently for a while and then asked Tom, "Will you untie her ankles please then I can kneel between them to rub her bottom properly." Jan seemed to know what she was doing so Tom did as she requested. "You can see it was pure punishment for her. She hasn't started to become wet." Jan spread Charlene's labia to show him causing her to blush profusely, "But she probably will shortly. Remove the gag now Tom please, we can always put it back if she starts yelling her head off."

"You bastards," Charlene spat but there was more sobbing than venom in her voice.

Jan continued her massage and spent an increasing amount of time rubbing between the woman's legs rather than on the sorer parts. Soon Charlene responded and, ignoring Tom's presence, began to rub her clit on Jan's hand. It wasn't too long before she climaxed. Tom finally released her wrists and Charlene could rub her own arse.

"Why did you have to come back here?" Charlene asked.

"Mouse magic forced me to." Charlene didn't understand even when she saw the carved ring. It didn't matter. Maybe one day she would know the whole story.

"I'm going to start dinner," Tom announced and started to dress, "Jan, if you would like to help, you can dress or there is a robe in the wardrobe, Charlene you can lie there for a bit and have a bite with us or you can leave. It's up to you. Might be a bit painful to walk for an hour or so."

"More," Jan muttered, "But I was dragged home straightaway." Charlene decided to stay, she'd no wish to get up let alone walk home.

"Tom?" Jan asked when they were alone in the kitchen, "Can I use mouse magic to stay here tonight? Charlene will make my life hell if I'm in the house with her. By tomorrow she may be over it."

"Of course, as long as you don't want me to clear the back bedroom."

"What's in that room? Martha mentioned it when I said you'd showed me the carvings."

"You saw the drawings I did, well the some of the carvings are three dimensional versions. Martha used to come and do a bit of cleaning and although she was told not to do that room, she was too nosy and went in and found them. I don't have them out on show, but she opened the box. I didn't have her do any cleaning after that."

"Will you show me later please?"

"I'll bring them in when we're ready for bed. Maybe they'll get you aroused like the drawings did."

Later that evening, Jan walked home with Charlene. Once inside the door Charlene turned on her. "You little whore. I can't believe how you have thrown yourself at that slob of a man and how you helped him to thrash me. After all these years that I have been your friend. Now you desert me for the sake of a man's cock. You ought to be ashamed of yourself. And you claim it to be magic. Drivel. I don't believe you."

Jan let her carry on while she put together a bag of toiletries and stuff she would need for a few days away. Finally she turned to Charlene. "You don't get it do you? This is actually all your fault. You and that survey you made me hawk around the village. You were the one who insisted I went back to his house and persuade him to sign. You were the one who invited yourself to dinner with him. None of this would have happened if it hadn't been for the survey. Blame that, not me. And it WAS the magic of the mouse that saved me."

Finis