by LSF Publications
by Katie Bradford
Slightly miffed, Ann skipped down the stairs two at a time and headed for the front door. Normally after seven in the evening she didn't bother answering the door unless she was expecting company, which she wasn't. But someone was sitting on the doorbell refusing to go away until she acknowledged them.
Looking through the peephole she saw Mr. Mulligan, the bank manager, standing on the other side with a phone pressed to his ear. "What does he want?" Ann muttered under her breath. She didn't like the man much. He was just a big old snitch. Last month she'd been overdrawn on her bank account by a teensy weensy little bit and when she had graciously asked him to cover it until her paycheck came in (the very next day), he had immediately called her husband, Ben, about it!
Frowning, she opened the door and glared at the manager who was still half engaged in a conversation with someone on the phone. "Yes?" Ann asked, not offering entry into the house.
"Mrs. Barton." Mr. Mulligan nodded, taking the phone temporarily away from his own ear and holding it out for her to take. "I have your husband on the phone and he would like to speak with you."
"Excuse me?" Ann asked quizzically.
"Your husband is on the phone and would like to speak to you," Mr. Mulligan repeated impatiently, shaking the phone in front of her nose.
Snatching the phone out of his hand, Ann pressed it gingerly to her ear, almost expecting it to explode. "Uh huh?" she said quietly into the receiver, not taking her eyes off Mr. Mulligan.
Her frown lines deepened as she heard the angry voice of her husband on the other end. He was talking a mile a minute and she was having a hard time understanding him. All she could tell was that it had something to do with the bank, which was already pretty obvious since Mulligan was standing there.
"Slow down, Ben, I can't understand you very well... yeah... yes I remember what you said but..." Ann paused, cupping the phone with her hand and taking her eyes off of Mr. Mulligan for the first time since she'd been on the phone. "Yes, I wrote a check the other day for more then I had in my account but it wasn't supposed to go through until..." Then out of complete embarrassment, she turned her back towards the man, feeling sure he was able to hear every word her husband was shouting in her ear.
After listening for several long grueling moments to all of Ben's ranting and ravings, Ann whispered, "No Ben! You can't be serious? I refuse to let... yes but... Oh ughhhhhh!" Shaking her head with frustration she turned back towards Mr. Mulligan and thrust the phone back into his hand. "Here... Ben wants to talk to you again."
Once Mulligan was talking again, Ann reluctantly pushed the front door open and, upon her husband's instructions, gestured for the man to enter the house. Once the courtesy had been extended, the man picked up the briefcase he'd sported with him that day and entered the Barton's home with no hesitation.
Ann was not happy with what her husband was proposing at the moment. He was actually asking Mr. Mulligan to spank her for overdrawing at the bank. Ann was used to spankings, of course, because that was how Ben had chosen to handle things from the very beginning of their marriage. But for him to slough the job off to practically a stranger was a little over the top! He'd never done that before.
But she knew if she didn't comply with her husband's orders, she'd be in double trouble when he came home the following week from his business trip. He'd not only punish her for overdrawing again at the bank but for not submitting to Mr. Mulligan. She knew Ben too well not to have that figured out.
With his ear still on the phone, Mr. Mulligan looked over at Ann and, in a very monotonousness tone, said, "Mr. Barton said for you to prepare yourself for the spanking the way you always do."
Ann's face turned a bright red. How embarrassing... now Mulligan knew she was spanked frequently. She'd never totally forgive Ben for humiliating her like this. "May I have the phone for a moment please?" she asked, not waiting for a response before grabbing it from the banker.
Still red-faced from both embarrassment and anger, Ann snapped, "Ben do you really expect me to bare my bottom for this man standing in our living room? Oh! You're being extremely mean and horrid about all of this... yes... I know and I'm sorry! I swear it won't happen again."
Tears were welling up in her eyes as she stood listening to Ben once more go in to detail about how and why Mr. Mulligan was about to paddle her bottom a bright red. Not long after, tired of listening to her husband rehashing the whole lecture he'd given her earlier, Ann handed the phone back to Mr. Mulligan.
Mulligan sneered at Ann as he spoke to Ben on the phone. "I think she understands, Sir. She seems quite contrite at the moment. Don't you worry, Mr. Barton, I have a wife and four daughters at home. I have quite a handle on how to discipline young ladies... and as you requested, the phone will be close by so you can hear the spanking in progress."
Ann froze at Mulligan's words. So not only was she about to be spanked by some guy she barely knew, but her husband was going to be listening as the guy did it! Was he doing that for her protection or simply for his own enjoyment? She'd probably never know the answer to that question for sure but she imagined Ben was rather enjoying the whole thing.
"Let's go into the living room, shall we, Mrs. Barton. I believe your husband wants you to straddle the arm of the couch this evening." Mr. Mulligan declared as he picked up his brief case and waited for her to lead the way.
Still dumbfounded about what was about to happen, Ann slowly made her way to the living room and simply stood staring at the couch. She simply couldn't bring herself into taking her jeans and panties off in front of Mr. Mulligan.
She couldn't, that is, until she heard Ben's irate voice on speaker phone.
"Young lady, I expect you to have a bare bottom in thirty seconds flat or you'll be causing Mr. Mulligan to add more licks to your already rather lengthy spanking. And be glad this is only speaker phone and not face time!"
Glaring at Mr. Mulligan for ratting on her yet once again, Ann began unzipping her jeans and slowly tugging them down her legs. Once they were in a heap around her ankles she kicked them off in frustration, not caring much where they ended up.
"Panties too, Mrs. Barton," Mr. Mulligan reminded her sullenly.
"I'm getting there," Ann snapped irritably, walking closer to the couch. Seeing her ass was bad enough, she had no desire for him to get a glimpse of her private area as well.
As if reading her mind, Mr. Mulligan sniffed arrogantly. "I can assure you Mrs. Barton I have no interest in you sexually. I am simply doing your husband a favor. I appreciate the way he handles things here at home and am very eager to help in any way I can."
"Don't embarrass our guest, Ann," warned Ben over the speaker.
"Embarrass him!" Ann interrupted, practically screaming. "What about me? You don't think I'm embarrassed undressing in front of HIM!?"
"Watch your tone," Ben snapped. "You've brought all this on yourself, Ann. We've gone through all this several times before and you were warned about what would happen if you became overdrawn again. This has to stop! And this is the only way I can see that might make an impression. Be a good girl... I don't expect you to give Mr. Mulligan any trouble. Do what he tells you the first time he tells you."
Taking his cue from Mr. Barton, Mr. Mulligan set the phone down on the end table next to the couch so Ben could hear how his wife accepted her punishment. Then he turned his full attention to the young woman he was about to spank and said, "Now you get those panties off and straddle the arm of the couch while I open my attaché case," Mr. Mulligan directed, laying his case on top of the coffee table.
As badly as Ann wanted to see what was in the case she knew better then to defy his order. She turned her back to the man and, as her panties fell to the floor, she heard the case click open. Cringing at what might lay inside, Ann straddled the wide leather arm, keeping her arms wedged underneath her tummy. Her cheeks were somewhat divided, sending a swirl of cool air drifting uncomfortably through her crack. She felt very vulnerable and uneasy lying in front of another man showing her intimate parts.
Mr. Mulligan didn't give Mrs. Barton's naked backside a second look. He was truly not interested in anything except satisfying his extremely high-class client, Mr. Barton, and doing the job assigned to him well. Sometimes he found you had to go out on a limb to keep certain people happy... Mr. Barton was one of those people. He didn't want to take a chance on losing his account.
Opening the case, Mr. Mulligan removed the same paddle he used in his own household. It wasn't very big but it got the job done. And as Mr. Barton was desirous of another spanking implement to be used as well since it was his wife's fourth offense, he had also brought an old leather strap he used upon occasion. He laid both items on the table and walked over to Ann's side.
Looking down towards the phone he'd laid only feet away, he asked, "Can you hear me, Mr. Barton?"
"I can hear you just fine," Ben reassured him. "Now don't go easy on her, Mr. Mulligan. I want her to understand I'm sick and tired of her overspending! You spank that little voluptuous bottom of hers a nice bright red you hear?"
"Not to worry, Sir," Mr. Mulligan replied. "As I've already told you, I'm very much a believer in using the paddle on naughty little bottoms of those who don't seem able to tow the line. I'm constantly correcting one or more of my girls... seems like on a daily basis," he sighed. Mr. Mulligan then turned his attention back to Ann, who was still trying to adjust herself comfortably across the arm of the couch. "Now, Mrs. Barton." He paused briefly, rehearsing in his head what he was about to say. "I'm delivering the spanking just as your husband has directed. I'm going to tell you in advance what's going to happen so you won't be surprised. In a minute I'm going to raise your shirt up to the middle of your back so it doesn't get in the way. Then I'm going to deliver three sets of twenty licks to your bottom... the first simply with my hand. The second set will be delivered with the paddle and the third... the strap. If you wiggle excessively or remove yourself from this position, you'll receive twenty more licks whilst laying across my lap. Is that understood?"
Of course she understood! She wasn't a little kid. But you'd think she was by the way Mr. Mulligan was talking to her. Biting her tongue, Ann tried very hard not to sound sarcastic because she knew Ben was listening, "Yes I understand, Mr. Mulligan."
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