Great Weekend…an SSC story (M/f suggested) 

Missing Scene/fanfiction (500 words)

© 2007 by Sampast

 

Lydia walked into the room, beaming. She had had a fantastic weekend.  She went over to where her host sat on the couch, also smiling.  “So I take it everything went as you expected it to, Ms. Zimmer?”

 

“Oh, Mr. Rourke, I had the best time ever!  I wished it would never end!” Lydia said as she flopped on the couch.  She jumped right back up again.  “Ouch! I forgot!”

 

Tattoo laughed.  “You vant a peelow, Meez Zimmer?” he asked.

 

“Um, yes, Tattoo, that would be great,” Lydia said.  When he brought the cushion, she lowered herself down gently.

 

“Would you like to share with us your favorite parts?” Mr. Rourke asked, folding his hands together, expectantly.

 

“Well, as you know, I wanted to live out my deepest fantasy without my husband or family knowing,” she started.

 

Mr. Rourke nodded.  “Yes.”

 

“The man, Mr. Cohen, I called him ‘Daddy’.  He treated me just like he would any errant child.  Oh, I was so badly behaved!” she said, blushing.  “All my life I was always the goody-goody.  But not this weekend.”

 

Tattoo smiled wide.  “I vish I could ‘ve seen vat happened to you.”

 

“Oh Tattoo, my ‘Daddy’ spanked me very, very hard.  Just like a daddy should.”

 

“Enythin’ else?” Tattoo asked.

 

“Tattoo, don’t be rude.  Our guest will share with us what she wants.”

 

“Yes, boss!” Tattoo said, sheepishly.

 

Lydia smiled.  “Well we mostly played in the house.  But I think what I liked best was when we went to the mall.  ‘Daddy’ warned me to be on my best behavior while we shopped.  But I wanted ice cream and I started to whine.  A lot.”

 

Tattoo almost fell off his chair; he was leaning so close to Lydia.  Mr. Rourke had to push him back and give him a LOOK.  Tattoo frowned.  He said to Lydia, “So vat did he do?”

 

“Oh you wouldn’t believe it!  My daddy actually pulled down my pants and spanked me.  Right there on a bench in the mall.  It was so humiliating.  But it was the most amazing feeling in the world.  Oh, to be loved like that.”  Lydia paused and looked over at Mr. Rourke.  “Mr. Rourke, I can’t thank you enough.  I have had the absolute best weekend ever.”

 

Mr. Rourke stood.  So did Tattoo.  So Lydia did as well.  “I’m glad it met your expectations, Ms. Zimmer.”  The two men led her to the plane and waved to her as she got inside.  They turned to see a man running toward them. 

 

“Rourke, I’m glad I found you.  I just wanted to thank you for the best weekend ever.”

 

Tattoo looked amused.  “Oh, you had a good weekend, Misteer Cohen?”

 

“Yes, I got to fulfill my deepest fantasy, my most secret wish, without my wife or family knowing,” he said, shaking Mr. Rourke’s hand.  Then he ran off for the jeep that would take him home.

 

“Well things seemed to have gone well for both our guests, Tattoo.”

 

“Yes, boss.”

 

The end.

 

(With apologies to Fantasy Island.)