By Callipygian. Part One, Introductions here..
Avery drove up the dirt track just off something glorying in the name Sommer Street. Before the turn the street was patched and patched over and had certainly seen better days. There were few shops and houses and most of those were derelict. Here and there was a well maintained white painted house, its smooth mown lawn a haven in a sea of long grass, but she could see that a once thriving town had had perhaps 10 times the population.
The turn off played havoc with her suspension and up ahead she could see but two houses, one somewhat tattered, but the other less so at best. The yards to both houses were more of a meadow than a garden, although the more ramshackle of the two had some tended flowers.
There were two mail boxes on polls, one proclaiming ‘Martha Headley,’ the other ‘Christine Templeton.’
To the left, on the porch of the more ramshackle house an old woman sat watching her and even waved. Avery nodded back, before exiting her car to approach the other house, where she knocked.
The birdsong celebrated the reclamation by nature of what might once had been a suburban sprawl, this judging from the few abandoned buildings way off in the middle distance. The quiet was lovely; all it was missing was a storm.
The door opened and a bleary eyed 40-something woman came to the door dressed only in a blue crumpled man’s shirt that served as a mini dress. She had short tousled hair that might have been flecked with grey amid the blonde, but her overwhelming trait was that she looked angry, like she might have just awoken. Avery could see at once the very beautiful woman she had been and could be again if better groomed and not hungover.
“Can I help you?” the woman asked and took a drag from a cigarette, her voice croaked and had a bored drawl to it.
“Christine Templeton, Mayor Templeton?” Avery asked.
“You found me,” Templeton admitted, “You from State?”
“Not so much Ms Templeton, Mayor Templeton,” Avery shared a charming smile, “I am… a business woman, I thought we might talk.” She gestured that she should come in.
“We can talk on the porch,” Christine jerked her head to the side of the house, “I am not keen on…” she looked Avery up and down as if she could smell something and settled on, “…strangers in my house.”
Avery did not rise to it and followed the woman round the wooden platform that surrounded the house. As Christine passed a small fridge she took out a beer and opened it. Avery got ready to decline but she wasn’t offered one.
“So what did you want to ‘talk’ about?” Christine dropped into a swing seat and drew on her cigarette with one hand and a beer in the other.
“I heard that you were the one to talk to about getting things done around here,” Avery took a nearby seat uninvited.
Christine shrugged and deliberately blew smoke in Avery’s direction.
“I want to invest in the town,” Avery had decided that money might talk for her.
Christine grimaced before breaking out into open laughter. “Oh you want to invest? What were you thinking? Cotton maybe?”
“Cotton has never really been a thing around here… and my line is more property and finance… a bit of law,” Avery was unmoved by the drunken woman’s manners, “Tell me are you from Sparksville?”
“Born and raised, in this very house,” Christine slurred, and jabbed her finger downwards.
“And how long have you been mayor?”
Christine snorted and shrugged, “What’s it matter, no one wants the job, hell, I don’t even want the job?”
“Don’t you want to hear my offer?”
“Look some uppity… stranger comes to my town and tells me… what, you want to buy us up cheap… look around…” Christine lost the plot and said a few things about cultural and racial shortcomings that her mother might have said and her grandmother probably believed.
Avery sighed and stood up, her eyes casting about.
“That’s it why don’t you leave?” Christine yelled.
“Not yet,” Avery said as she found what she was looking for.
“What’s that, what are you doing now?” Christine stood up to take a drunken swing at the woman.
“It appears to be a loose shingle form your falling-down house,” Avery said as she patted a slightly broken foot-long four inch wide piece of wood that had been damaged at some point causing it to be tapered.
“What?” Christine said as she staggered back from her swing and a miss.
Avery took the woman’s arm and pulled back along the porch a ways until she was level with a sturdy chair. Then sitting down she tumbled Christine across her lap to pin her right arm up behind her shoulder blades
“Hey, what are you…?” Christine blustered, her wits and reflexes slowed.
Avery slid the mayor’s shirt up her back and was not surprised to see that she had on no underwear.
“N-no, nnnno, get off me…” Christine had seen the direction of travel for this little encounter.
Avery scouted the half-naked woman with her eyes. She had broad healthy hips and a full matronly bottom that although mottled and dimpled here and there was in good shape. Hefty hams split generously down the middle to her curves.
“I am a 44-year-old woman for Christ sake; you can’t do this to me,” Christine began to panic.
“Do what?” Avery spanked her hard with the shingle.
“Ahhh,” the mayor gasped.
“Look I’m sorry, I ran my mouth… your offer….ahhh,” she kicked her legs and tried to twist away at the second spank.
Avery took her time and spanked the woman with a slow steady pace. The blush was already acute against skin that hadn’t seen much sunlight lately and was set to get much brighter.
“Ahhhh, Jeez that hurt,” Christine whined, and then again, “Look… we got off to a bad start… ahhh you son-of-a-bitch… please…ahhh… alright, alright I give in… ahhh,” she wailed, and then with a sob she said, “Please. Please not out here please, I am the mayor for god sake I will… aaeeegh… please not here…” she chuckled to a sob.
Avery ignored her and spanked a little harder and a little faster.
“AHhh, please, please, ummm, oofff,” and other eloquences babbled from the mayor’s mouth.
“Oh for lord’s sake Christine Louise Templeton, I have been meaning to do that for years,” Martha was hooting with laughter.
“Oh Jesus, this is…. Aahhh… too much,” the mayor wept, “Please stop, please…”
“Oh my dear Mayor Templeton we have very much only just got started,” Avery said silkily.
“You bitch, you can’t do this,” Christine growled and made a sudden futile effort to break free.
“I guess you’re sober now,” Martha chuckled.
Avery spanked all the harder and all the faster until Christine was wailing like a young teen.
“Hey Christine, do you want me to call the cops… or anyone?” Martha said in a mocking voice.
“N-noo, no don’t do that…” Christine begged, “Please Aunt Martha make her stop,” she sobbed.
“Aunt Martha is it, you haven’t called me that in years,” Martha clucked.
Avery paused, “You are her aunt?”
Christine glowered into the deck of the porch and set her jaw.
“Christine, answer the lady? Martha urged, then seeing the woman was being sullen, said, “Not kin as such, I was living here when she was born, great friends of her folks, new the little bit from yay high. I used to spank her too back in the day and worse as she grew older… quite a handful.”
“Martha I swear…”
“You used to do that too, I recall a mouth soaping was the thing for it,” Martha laughed and shook her head in remembrance, “Ma’am, if I might suggest, Christine had worse than that as a sophomore, she can take a whole lot more.”
“Oh we’re so not done,” Avery reassured her, “I was thinking maybe hauling her ass down to the turnpike or Main Street so the voters can see her learning some manners.”
“You…” the Mayor gritted her teeth.
“Oh you think I won’t?”
Christine sniffed and considered her options, “I’m sorry Ma’am… please Aunt Martha tell her to stop,” she whined.
“No I don’t think I will, you made your bed,” Martha shrugged.
“Now let us see,” Avery grinned, “I could take you down to Main Street or we could go inside, which would you prefer?”
“Please Ma’am, couldn’t we just…?”
“A spanking on Main Street or inside?” Avery pressed her.
“Inside,” Christine said sullenly.
“What is going to happen inside? Ask very nicely or it will be Main Street, I swear to the actual God.”
“A spanking, I mean…” Christine took a breath, “Please take me inside for a spanking.”
“Will you excuse us Ma’am,” Avery said to Martha as she let Christine up.
“I want you to get that tushie in the corner while I outline my offer,” Avery said.
“And if I don’t go for it you’re going to spank me?” the Mayor was feeling braver away from Avery’s lap. But she still went to face the corner anyway.
“Honey I am so going to spank you some more anyway, so you might as well listen,” Avery told her.
Christine half turned as she massaged her bottom. “Then why should I?”
“Two words, Honey; Main Street.”
The mayor drew her mouth into a tight line and thought about it; then pouted, before turning to accept a timeout.
“And keep that shirt up I want to see your butt,” Averi said.
“Yes ma’am,” Christine sounded defiantly sarcastic.
“Your town is dying on its feet; it is terminal I would say. I need somewhere to base myself in this corner of the state and for that I need certain amenities and flexibility. The town needs an upgrade, big enough so that it looks more prosperous than it is. If I buy up derelict property around Main Street and Jefferson, yes I can sell up later and make on the deal, but the town’s value still gets a jump. The town benefits, you benefit. I can apply for funding to finance road maintenance, a bit of mowing and planting in obvious areas and I can make that happen. It won’t cost you or the town. Meanwhile I can offer you personally a consultancy, say 240k per… plus productivity bonuses, to do what you are already doing and advise on neighbouring conflicts and any issues that may arise from State.”
“Why Sparksville?” the mayor had her professional head on now, even if her bottom was elsewhere.
“It is in the right place at the right time and a big fish like me can make a small pond work in her favour,” Avery said, “Sparksville just got pulled out of a hat.”
“We just won the lottery huh?”
“If you like,” Avery smiled.
“Okay, but if I apologise can we just drop the whole spanking thing, if it gets out that I got brat spanked… well I will be less useful,” Christine argued.
“Oh Honey, Honey, that is not how I work, for one thing if you get neutralised in that way, works for me, if you have to be replaced, really works for me… you don’t think I can’t buy an election in this town? Besides you are a flake and I need you sober and onside… so you are my bitch for the duration. I am going to sort you out girl,” Avery explained as she stood up and cast her eyes about.
“What you looking for? Maybe I can help,” Christine asked nervously.
“I need a hairbrush or a bath brush, something like… that,” she said spying an heirloom on a dresses just inside the open bedroom door.
“Don’t…” Christine turned to protest, truly blushing for the first time.
Avery was about to scold the woman for breaking position when she saw them and realised why the mayor had been half naked in the middle of the day. Beside the bed on a small table was a set of anal plugs in an open box in quite a range of sizes. There were also two vibrators.
“Naughty girl,” Avery said taking up the brush.
Mayor Christine Templeton looked like a school girl with her hand caught in the cookie jar.
“Was this your mother’s?” Avery said holding it up.
“My great grandmother’s so they say, brought from Ireland with her,” Christine was not liking the turn in the conversation.
“I bet it spanked a lot of bottoms,” Avery said with the smile of the goddess of schadenfreude.
“Grandma had some not so fond memories and mother too,” Christine was blushing furiously.
“And you?”
“More times than I can count,” Christine sighed.
“When was the last time?”
“Just before I got married… I was 24, please don’t ask, but that was an outlier. I got it right through college to 22,” Christine seemed to be drawing on happier times through the medium of spanking memories.
“Your marriage failed, you came home to mommy; you hated one another and then…?”
“Pretty much,” Christine was nodding slowly, “I nursed her when she got sick…” her head turned down to defensively touch her shoulder, “…she died.”
“It’s been all beer and butt plugs ever since,” Avery said.
Christine looked at the hairbrush and swallowed, “I guess I got it coming, for what I said to you and just about everything I ever did.”
“You going to get a spanking for everything you didn’t do and then we will see about changing that,” Avery beckoned her as she found a kitchen style chair.
“Who are you?” a she stumbled forward led by Avery, Christine realised that for the first time in forever she wasn’t actually drunk anymore.
“I am the lady who is going to spank you so hard you won’t sit down for a week,” Avery said as she turned the mayor over her knee.
Avery adjusted to the weight on her lap. Christine could have been in better shape but her bottom, although not fat by any means, was generous.
“The hairbrush, 20 years on, one woman’s struggle in glorious technicolour,” Avery quipped as she landed the first swat.
Christine had forgotten, “Jesus fucking Christ,” she yelped.
“Oh Momma like,” Avery said and then indulged herself with a wicked volley of spanks that sent Christine crazy.
“I’m sorry, please I’m sorry,” Christine took great gasps of air as her shoulders heaved.
“Your apology is accepted, but it won’t do you a damn bit of good.”
“Figures,” Christine said, now crying freely, her ass was on fire and beneath it all it ached so bad. ‘Just like momma used to make,’ she remembered.
It was 15 or so minutes before Avery checked in the bawling mess that used to be Sparkville’s mayor.
The woman was panting like a dog in July and her bottom was the colour of purple plums as Avery noticed her other assets. “How are you when it comes to fraternising with women?”
Christine’s breathing levelled off as a Niagara of tears and a little snot found her chin. “A little in college… but it has been a while, hell it has been a while period, but I’ll even eat your ass in exchange for a rain check on this spanking.
“Offer accepted,” Avery said and put down the hairbrush.
***
Avery was naked on the bed and fairly satisfied. Christine had snuggled into her and was positively purring like a kitten.
“I have had better days but I honestly can’t remember when,” the mayor said.
Avery rolled over and sat up, “seriously, after the spanking I gave you? I must be slipping…”
“In my life, every day is a spanking,” Christine shrugged.
“There was I thinking I had punished a racist, ignorant, self-absorbed, self-destructive quasi corrupt politician…”
“Who are you calling quasi?”
Avery wanted to hate this woman and make her life a misery, but she had decided that she liked this woman and was actually going to save her… also by making her life a misery. “Are you on my team? I warn you I play very rough.”
“I kind of noticed that,” Christine reached back, “But yes Ma’am, private fuck-up reporting for duty,” she saluted.
“Now about your bottom,” Avery rolled her long legs off the bed and began to get dressed.
Christine’s face froze.
“Did your Momma ever give you a bare bottom switching?”
Christine’s eyes flicked to the yard.
“I’ll let you put your shirt back on,” Avery said as she stood up and beckoned the mayor to follow her.
“Oh come on,” Christine complained.
“I bet momma sent to you to cut your own switches?” Avery said as she led them out onto the porch.
“What if somebody sees?”
“They saw, what when you were 22?”
Christine blushed, “I died, I actually died,” she whispered, “But I am mayor now…” she looked frantically about for witnesses. The neighbourhood was overgrown and apart from Martha’s house there was only Tom Dickerson’s further up the lane and he was 80. It still felt very, very public.
“More neighbours when you were a kid,” Martha said sadly as she walked over again, “I am glad to see someone finally taking you in hand.”
“We were looking for a few switches,” Avery said.
“She knows,” Martha nodded down what was left of the street.
“Aunt Martha please,” Christine was whining again.
“How would you like a job Martha?” Avery asked.
“Ain’t I a little old?”
“Well suited I would say. It pays well… I need a governess for our mayor here, to see she obeys some strict rules I have for her.”
“What’s a governess?”
“It is like a baby sitter for naughty grown-up ladies, a very strict baby sitter,” Avery told her.
“Now hold on,” Christine protested.
“Main Street is still very much on the table young lady,” Avery said although she was almost 10 years her junior.
“And do these rules include no drinking and no cursing, she has been cursing me out something awful when she gets drunk?” Martha asked.
“They definitely do, especially using the N-word,” Avery told her, “And any other little rules you want to impose.”
“I’ll take the job,” Martha said.
“Look you can’t do this…” the mayor protested.
“Main Street had quite a few people on it yesterday,” Martha said.
***
Christine was on all fours on a coffee table taken from her lounge. Only the table was in her yard and her bare bottom was directed down towards the road. Not many came this way these days, not many but some.
Martha had made her pick five switches and peeled them down, and now she was lashing the first of these limber withes at a pace across the mayor’s already very sore behind.
“Fuck you Martha, you bitch you…. Yah.. oh, oh, oh yahieeessss,” Christine yelled.
“Now for words like that I have some soap while you sizzle in the corner later, but while we are on the subject, I have soap for the other end and lots of it if I catch you drinking or smoking again,” Martha told her new charge.
“Hmmmm, it hurts Martha it so hurts,” the hairbrush had been bliss compared to this.
“It is Aunt Martha to you from now on, and yes it is a little welted, some of them as fat as worms, but we only just got started…”
“Please not five, please, Aunt Martha, I’ll be good, very, very good…” Christine wailed, tears tumbling afresh.
“You know you are right, not five, you can cut some more when we are done.
Down on Main Street there was a high screech and two or three people turned to see if they could see anything.
By Callipygian
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