Snails Started It

Synopsis

Janette throws snails from her well manicured garden into his wilderness, disturbing his concentration. Don takes his revenge on her bottom. One thing leads to another.

# Snails Started It

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by obohobo

## Warnings

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

MF NC. Spanking

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

© obohobo 2009

Disgustedly, Janette Williams threw another snail over the fence into her neighbourÕs garden. Overnight the rapacious molluscs chewed her carefully nurtured seedlings until only remnants of a few stems remained. Not one would survive. ÒIf that tramp Donald Rogers kept his garden in good condition like the rest of us in this close, we wouldnÕt have the problem at all. I really donÕt know how a slob like him can afford to live in this neighbourhood,Ó Janette grumbled, ÒHe doesnÕt seem to work and heÕs only got a small car so where does he get his money from? If he canÕt do the garden himself, then he should employ someone. We shouldnÕt have to suffer because of his laziness. Oh, thereÕs more of the little blighters lurking at the bottom of his fence.Ó Gathering four more snails in her yellow, rubber gloved hands, she threw them high and hard into the wilderness on the other side of the fence and smirked when she heard them rattle down the glass of the conservatory roof.

Her smile faded when behind her a gentle thump drew her attention and she saw Ôhim next doorÕ, drop from an overhanging branch to land lightly on her lawn. ÒWhat do you want? Please be so good as to get off my property immediately!Ó she demanded querulously.

ÒLady youÕve disturbed my concentration quite enough this morning by throwing your rubbish into my garden and itÕs time for you understand, that I will not tolerate it a moment longer.Ó

ÒPlease return to your own property or I will be forced to call the police. IÕm only returning your creatures to their rightful home after theyÕve eaten my plants and I will have make another journey to the garden centre to buy more.Ó Janette tried to sound authoritative and brave but was more than a little concerned because he stood between her and the house and her phone. DonÕs tone sounded menacing but his face held a smile and an expression of a cat ready to pounce on an unsuspecting mouse. Her concern was fully justified. Like a cat, Don jumped in her path as soon as she tried to walk passed him.

ÒMove out of my wayÉ please.Ó Her voice trembled as she tried moving first in one direction and then another, each time he grinningly baulked her effort. Finally he grabbed her around the waist, carried her to a plastic chair set out on the patio and, ignoring her screams and yells, and proceeded to lay her over his lap. Although many years had passed since her father held her in that undignified position, Jan knew what was likely to happen next and alternately castigated him for his abusive behaviour and vainly pleaded with him to let her go. Her struggles to free herself proved futile.

The warm, mid-May weather, following a wet period, caused an explosion of lush weed growth, which, in turn, gave rise to the snail problem. Janette, taking advantage of the warmth, decided to wear her old shorts and a thin blouse that did nothing to hide her trim figure and the thin sheen of sweat caused by the humid conditions, revealed the outlines of the black bra that contained her 34B breasts. Fearfully now, she increased her kicking and writhing but his lean, wiry frame belied his strength and for a short while he contented himself with just holding and humiliating her. ÒSnooty bitch deserves to be taken down a peg or two and sheÕs not made any attempt at apologising. Still it feels nice to hold a woman again after all these years.Ó Soon though, his hand found the button and zip of her shorts and, to JanetteÕs dismay, felt them and her knickers slide down to her knees.

ÒOh God, No! The moron really is going to spank me.Ó Further efforts to free herself again proved ineffective. SMACK! At first she didnÕt believe it but the pain that followed almost instantly, brought forth an ear-piercing yell. ÒPerhaps the JohnsonÕs will hear and come to my rescue,Ó she thought but knew they were at work and in any case, it would be just too embarrassing to be seen over the knees of that man, the man she despised, with her bare bottom showing and being smacked like a young child. Thereafter, she tried to control her outcries, at least to some extent.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! The blows came hard and in quick succession bringing floods of tears from JanetteÕs eyes and further pleas for him to stop. He did after her bottom showed bright red, but he didnÕt release her immediately. Instead his hand caressed her bum cheeks and would have insinuated along her slit had she not forced her thighs tightly together.

Blinded by her anger at being treated like a preteen girl and petted like an animal, she ignored the gentle massaging and verbally abused him again. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! They werenÕt as hard this time but on top of the previous pain she felt them and once more pleaded to be let go. The massage that followed lasted several minutes during which time she reflected that his hand was the first to touch her there since her divorce. Ralph, her ex husband had never spanked her bottom or even caressed it before or during sex.

Slowly and carefully he lowered her to stand on the patio but didnÕt let her go. For a few moments she stood, her shorts and knickers dangling around her legs and her dark, hairy mound directly in front of his face but with his hands clasping hers, there was no way she could cover up. ÒJan, listen and listen carefully. Next time you disturb my concentration by throwing rubbish in my garden, IÕll not only punish you longer and harder but youÕll feel this inside you afterwards.Ó He let go of one of her hands to rub his crotch so that she could see the outline of his half-hard prick. Jan turned her head away. ÒMake no mistake about that Jan. Throw more rubbish over my fence and I will assume you want another spanking and a good fuck and thatÕs what youÕll get. This little set-to has cost me most of todayÕs work and I doubt I will be able to concentrate on the artwork for some hours. I may seem like a tramp to you and so far beneath your social standing as to be on the same level as the snails you blithely toss over the fence, but I do work and make a good living, a very good living. When I have a deadline to meet, like now, the garden has to take a back seat, not that I am very interested in gardening anyway. Just remember, if you want another spanking and a fuck to go with it, throw your rubbish into my garden and IÕll take care of you.Ó

ÒYou wonÕt because IÕll go to the police have them arrest you for assault.Ó Through her tears Jan tried to sound defiant.

ÒNo you wonÕt. Having all this come out in court with my lawyer pressing for all the sordid details, details that will be reported in the press, will be far too embarrassing for you to contemplate that action.Ó

That night Jan lay in her bed still fuming at the tramp from next door and how heÕd humiliated and beaten her. ÒHow can I get my revenge?Ó she asked herself a hundred times without coming to an answer. Earlier she bathed and put cream on her still tender bottom and rubbing in the cream reminded her of his massage and then of his promise not to only spank her next time, but to fuck her as well. In her mind she could use the F word but sheÕd never say it in the course of conversation. ÒI wonder if he would really rape me? Probably would and then argue that I asked for it by intruding on his concentration. His concentration on art? Pornography most likely. I wonder what having that big penis inside me would feel like? It looked bigger than those I had at college and bigger than RalphÕs but then he was not well endowed and didnÕt know how to please a woman. Maybe an artist who has sex with his models will be more accomplished? Never seen any models go to his house but then IÕve only lived here four months, after the divorce settlement finally allowed me to buy a place of my own. How can I get my own back on that slob next door without having my bottom pasted again? Bother, the warmth from my bottom and my thoughts on his penis have made me wet down there. Better try to get some sleep.Ó

In an upstairs room, Don sat unseeingly in front of his computer. ÒI knew I wouldnÕt get much done today after that bitch interfered with my life. Childish behaviour, in a grown woman too, and one who thinks of herself as a socialite. I never had a problem with old Mrs. Hanley. She just kept her garden neat and when my hedge overgrew the fence too far, she came and politely asked me to trim it and I did within a day or two and got a cup of tea and cake from her for doing so. Not with Mrs. High-and-Mighty Lady Snoots, she hardly demeans herself to answer when IÕve said Ôgood morningÕ. I doubt sheÕll speak to me at all now but it was nice to get her across my lap and tan her backside. Bet sheÕs still remembering that and plotting her revenge. Pity that we have to be enemies. SheÕs got a nice body, good sized tits and arse but ghastly personality. Rumour has it that her husband was glad to be shot of her and I can well believe it. WouldnÕt mind screwing her though, but I canÕt see her giving me the opportunity.Ó Don looked through the half closed blinds covering the barred window of his high-tech computer room that overlooked JanÕs garden. In the fading light he could see clearly enough and could appreciate the effort sheÕd put in to get it trim and neat. ÒMy hedge needs trimming badly but sheÕs not going to come here and ask me to do it, nor will I get invited in for a cup of tea. Almost certainly sheÕll try to do it herself.Ó

A week later she did attempt it. ÒI saw him drive off this morning and his carÕs not back, so I can trim all these branches to the line of the fence and return the branches then he cannot accuse me of stealing.Ó She didnÕt know DonÕs car had to go to the garage for its annual MOT and heÕd left it there and walked home. From his window, he watched as Jan cut away the overgrowth and made neat piles of it on her lawn. ÒSheÕll probably bag it all up and take it to the composting site,Ó Don thought wrongly. Two hours later when he looked again, Jan was piling the last of the bundles over his fence. ÒShit, the bitch really wants it.Ó Leaping down the stairs two at a time, he climbed the tree and was about to make his way along the overhanging branch when Jan spotted him and dashed indoors and locked herself in.

Don smiled, ÒI can wait.Ó Back inside his house, he phoned Jan. ÒYou have only delayed the inevitable Jan.Ó Without waiting for a reply, he replaced the phone, knowing the veiled threat would worry her.

Indeed it did. Now she didnÕt go far into the garden alone and when she ventured out, the back door was left ajar and continuously she nervously eyed the overhanging branch, half expecting his face to appear but nothing happened that week, or the week after and she began to be less careful. So it was that one morning in early June, she turned from tidying the border at the end of the lawn to find him sitting on one of the patio chairs. Knowing there was no way to get passed him and to safety, she decided to plead with him and explain the law as she knew it. Warily she approached. ÒIÕm sorry if what I did upset you Mr. Rogers, but the law says that I have to return the trimmings otherwise you could accuse me of theft. I did leave them in a neat pile so you could dispose of them if you wished so there is no need for you to try to harm me again or to take offence over what I did.Ó

ÒActually Jan, you are only half right. The law actually says, that you should ask me if I wanted the trimmings returned, therefore, once again, you have dumped your rubbish on my garden and must pay the penalty.Ó Actually he wasnÕt too sure of the wording of the law but heÕd picked up the phrase from a radio broadcast and guessed she wouldnÕt be able to dispute it.

In a surprise move, Jan ran away from the house and back towards the end of the garden and whilst still running pulled out her mobile phone. The fumbling for the phone delayed her progress and before she could open the case, Don snaked his arms around her, easily picking the young woman up and, ignoring her yells, carried her into his home and dumped her on the unmade bed. ÒWe can do this the easy way or the hard way. Either way you get spanked and then fucked but the more you struggle the more likely you are to get hurt and your clothes torn. ItÕs up to you.Ó

ÒNo!Ó Jan yelled defiantly, tears streaming down her face, ÒItÕs up to you to let me go. IÕve done nothing wrong whereas you have abducted me and are about to rape me. YouÕll end up in jail for this.Ó

ÒWell, IÕd better make it worthwhile then.Ó Don grinned before ordering Jan to undress but her only answer was the sit on the edge of the bed with her arms folded across her chest. Quickly Don flipped her to lie face down on the bed, a position from which she would have difficulty in fighting him. Sitting himself on her back, he easily removed her shoes, shorts and knickers and gave her bum a couple of token smacks to let her know what lay ahead. Despite her resistance, he was able to turn his position and now sitting on her backside, forced her blouse over her head. A few buttons popped off but the material didnÕt tear. Her bra followed the rest of the clothes into the corner.

As soon as his body lifted off hers, Jan curled into a protective ball and wept bitterly, hoping against hope that he would relent, but it was not to be. Don quickly undressed and, dodging a few ineffective punches, laid Jan across his lap ready to spank her. First though his hands rubbed her arse cheeks, felt between her thighs, and fondled her breasts. It had the hoped for effect and caused her juices to flow from her moist cunt. It also made his prick rock hard, which he knew she could feel against her stomach. The spanking was less hard than the previous one, mainly because he wanted to keep her aroused and to get his prick into her cunt as quickly as possible. Nevertheless, her bum felt as though it was on fire and she kicked and writhed in protest and pleaded for him to release her.

Wordlessly, Don placed her on the bed face up and knelt between her thighs. Breathing heavily from her exertions, through watery eyes, for the first time she saw his prick thrust towards her, massive by her previous experiences but in fact only slightly bigger the normal six inches. For a few moments, Jan twisted and turned and continued pleading and complaining but his knees now on her thighs, pinioned them to the bed. Finally bowing to the inevitable, she knew he would have his way with her and there was little she could do about it.

ÒWhether you want it or not, IÕm going to fuck you Jan. If you lie still, IÕll do it carefully and try to give you some pleasure; if you kick and force me to hold you, youÕll feel more pain and little pleasure. Please lie still unless you feel like responding to your own pleasure.Ó SheÕd already resolved to lie still and get it over quickly. In any case she could feel her own wetness and readiness.

Somewhat to her surprise he didnÕt thrust directly into her vagina, but rubbed the end of his hardness along her slit and used it to stimulate her clit and get her really wet before slowly entering her. It stretched and filled her. Never before had a prick felt so large or so tight within her body and to her own disgust, she became aroused enough to enjoy the sensation. Don started humping slowly and then increased the tempo as her body, unwillingly at first, thrust back. Gradually he increased the pace and hardness of his fucking. Although abhorring the situation, JanÕs passion escalated too and she thrust back with abandon until she climaxed not once, but three times before Don sent his sperm towards her womb. Hardly ever before had she climaxed once from intercourse, never, ever, had she had a multiple orgasm and certainly not an orgasm as intense at this.

But Don wasnÕt done. For several minutes he lay sweating on top of her, kissing and playing with her breasts; his prick, still lodged within her vagina, had lost a little of its hardness but hadnÕt gone completely soft. Jan could feel it there and at first tried to expel it but to her chagrin, her cunt muscles had a mind of their own and worked on the invading prick until it hardened fully again.

DonÕs prick, likewise, made up his mind and he started fucking again in the already well-lubricated cunt. If anything, he took longer to reach his second emission and Jan, with uninhibited cries of passion, came several times before he did.

For a while they lay side-by-side, breathing heavily and recovering from their exertions, their minds full of confused thoughts. Don could hardly comprehend the unexpected passion the erstwhile snooty lady showed; Jan tried to sort out her emotions at responding so sluttishly to the lout from next door. Guilt finally took the upper hand. ÒIf youÕve quite finished Mr. Rogers, IÕd better get back so as not to disturb your concentration any longer.Ó

ÒNo worries on that score today Jan. The deadline was last week and the episode is with my agent now.Ó

ÒEpisode?Ó Again she thought of a porno series, especially after the sex sheÕd just had.

ÒHave you heard of the Moombies?Ó

ÒI think my sisterÕs young children watch it on TV.Ó

ÒI do the computer animations. In a way I should thank you for providing the inspiration for a future episode. When I told the script writer of your snail throwing, he thought it a brilliant idea for Meanie Moombie, but in the story, the snail comes to life and retaliates by gathering all the snails from miles around and they munch the garden to bare earth. Meanie gets her comeuppance because they even eat her socks. These days, the poor girl doesnÕt get spanked although in the foreign versions she might. The animations are voiced over in 23 different languages and I get a royalty on each showing so I do very well out of them.Ó

ÒSo you could afford a gardener!Ó

ÒAnd deprive you the pleasure of throwing snails?Ó

ÒIÕd better go.Ó

ÒThrow a few snails on my roof when you want another bum warming and fuck, or if you just want a fuck, call round.Ó

During the days and nights that followed, JanetteÕs thoughts constantly returned to Don and they way he fucked her. Any thoughts of going to the police were dismissed because of the pleasure she received and inwardly she knew the temptation was there to return for more, but her conscious mind forbade her consorting with such an uncouth man. A week went by and whilst in the garden she frequently looked up at the window of his work room and wondered if he was there, looking down on her and perhaps thinking of having sex again. The thought made her horny but she tried to carry on as though the incident had never occurred.

An overnight storm made conditions is the garden very wet and the force of the rain knocked down several of her taller plants. When the sun rose and things began to dry off, Janette investigated the damage. The wet herbage had brought the snails out from their hiding places and for a short while she resisted the temptation but as her arousal grew and her thoughts returned yet again to the day not long before and the fucking she had, almost instinctively she gathered up a handful of the beasts and deliberately threw them on to the glass of his conservatory. Obviously heÕd been watching because almost immediately, DonÕs head appeared over the fence. She didnÕt run away, but waited for him to take her hand and lead her to his bedroom.

Finis