Mrs. McConnal XXVIII

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Chapter Twenty Eight: Gloria's Birthday Licks

Dad and I spent the whole day together; dinner and a football game on TV. Playing chess. We went walking in the woods in the afternoon and I told him more about Dianne and how we were getting along.

"I think she likes me, Dad." I pointed out at once.

"Of course she likes you." he said. "Why wouldn't anybody like you?" (Well, Dad, maybe because I'm a smart-mouthed little brat? You think maybe some people might not like me because of that?)

"I think her parents like me, too." I said.

"I can't think of any reason why they wouldn't." he said. "You should be quite a catch for a young lady, Jeremy. I would think any parent would be glad to having you seeing their daughter."

I could, but that seemed to bring the conversation to an end. I suspected that Dad had been a wild kid when he was younger and that Mom had settled him down considerably. She didn't settle him down entirely; he still traveled the world more than anyone I could think of. And no one was really sure exactly what all he was up to when he did travel. His business was legal, I did know that, but I couldn't picture him spending so much time in South and Central America and the Orient without sampling the various agricultural products of the areas.

But he didn't want to talk with me about those things. Maybe he feared that it would only encourage me to delve deeper into what he did know I was already into; not that I needed any more encouragement.

So we enjoyed each other when we could, and kept a load of secrets from one another. I think now that Mom kept us both in line while she could.

Dad was home all weekend. Usually whenever he was home we spent nearly all of out time together. The day after Thanksgiving, though, being Gloria's birthday, I excused myself to go to the McConnal's house. I got there around 2:30, as instructed.

Gloria and I greeted each other with a big hug and kisses. "You look like you've grown an inch since last summer, little brother." was the first thing she said. I liked that. She meant I was growing up. She liked my gift of the new Beatles album (of course). Mr. McConnal gave her jewelry. Mrs. McConnal gave her clothes. She liked everything. If she hadn't she would have never let on.

After the giving of gifts Mr. Jed excused himself to go to his office. He said that it was a good day to be able to work without interruption; no one else would be there. That left the three of us to visit and catch up.

Mrs. McConnal had tea and goodies planned, a semi-elegant tea party with the pure feminine nature of a usual tea party under cut somewhat in order to accommodate me, so that I would not feel out of place. She would have me to those things from time to time, I think, to help me learn to feel comfortable in situations more upper crust than I would ever experience otherwise. Such an education proved useful later, when I felt easy moving in polite circles years before any of the other kids in my class (much less my age) did.

I actually enjoyed those times. I could never think of myself as 'trash' when Mrs. McConnal treated me like that.

When Pretty Lady gathered up the empty cups and dishes to return them to the kitchen I offered to help but she insisted that I remain with Gloria. When Gloria and I were alone, with a grin and a twinkle in my eye, I asked her, "So, Gloria, have you gotten your birthday licks yet?"

She wasn't as taken aback as she acted. "No." she said trying to hold back a smile.

"Well," I said gleefully, "it looks like you've got 22 licks coming, don't you?"

She didn't answer at first, only twisted in her chair as if her fanny already felt a tickle.

"You promised." I reminded her.

She was smiling now. "Did not." Did too. "Did not." Did too.

I leaned forward, giving her my best mischievous imp look, and said, "You KNOW you did."

She said nothing; just twitched her butt some more and grinned.

"Sounds like you got yourself into it, Gloria." Mrs. McConnal called from the kitchen.

"Mama!" Gloria called back.

Under my breath I said, "I didn't think she could hear me."

"I can ALWAYS hear you, Jeremy." came the reply.

"Yes ma'am." I called back.

My attention back on Gloria and her brand hew 20 year old bottom, I was especially encouraged by the fact that her mother seemed to be on my side in this. My heart was racing at the thought of planting my hand on that excellent, firm, rear end. My dick was real excited at the thought, too.

I saw no reason not to try my luck a little further. "On the bare." I added with a big grin.

"No." she said, not quite so sure of herself any more.

"You promised." I said again.

"Did not." Did too. "Did not." Did too.

"You know I didn't." she said as quietly as she could.

"You said all birthday licks have to be on the bare." I reminded her (and she did).

"But I didn't say you could give me my licks on the bare." she reminded me (and she didn't).

"OK," I agreed, "on your panties."

"No." she made 'no' a three syllable word. "On my pants."

My heart leaped into my throat! She just agreed to accept 22 hand spanks on that gorgeous bottom from ME! (I hoped I wouldn't pass out before we got around to it.)

I slid to the middle of the couch I was sitting on, patted my lap, and said, playfully menacing, "Over my knee, young lady."

She hesitated, smiling with embarrassment at what she'd gotten herself into months ago, twitching her butt even more.

"Don't worry, sis," I said, "I won't spank you NEARLY as hard as you spanked me."

"I know." she said shyly, and came over to me.

My God, this is really happening! She's really going over my lap and turning her beautiful behind up to me. Oh, she's so pretty. It's so pretty. I don't want to even start; I just want to sit here forever and rub her butt.

My pecker was about to explode out of my pants. I pulled her torso closer to me so that she was pressed up against me.

"Jeremy!" she squealed as she felt me. This seemed like a good time to plant the first lick.

Pop! "That's one." I said. She wiggled her bottom, turning me on even more.

She had on a sweater and matching knit pants that showed off her figure admirably. And although it form-fitted her fanny perfectly, it also gave her plenty of protection. So I knew I wouldn't hurt her, which of course was never my intention. She had to know this was coming and probably wore that outfit in order to protect herself and give me exactly what I wanted at the same time.

I kept my hand on the triangle of her fanny and thighs for a longer time that anyone would have in giving a real spanking. This wasn't a real spanking, though; it was never meant to be. This was for fun.

Pop! "That's two."

"Ouch." she said.

"That's not an 'ouch'." I told her. "You want to feel an 'ouch'?"

"No!" was her quick reply.

POP! "That's three." Her butt was bouncing. I was in heaven.

Pop! "That's four."

She kept up her squeals and 'ooo's and 'ouch'es and wiggles, probably meant more to appease me than indicate discomfort. I kept up peppering her fanny with little stingers that she felt, but which didn't really hurt.

After a few more I switched to using my left hand and coming down on her left and right cheeks, cupping my hand to make it sound louder, and getting a feel of the whole mound of each side of her cute bottom. She jumped when I started this, again from surprise rather than from pain.

Alternating between left and right cheeks for a few swats with fairly loud Pops, I then began striking her right down the crack of her ass.

With each lick I could not bring myself to lift my hand again without pausing for several seconds to impress upon my memory how luscious her bottom felt, counting out loud with each playful swat.

I finished her 20 with my right hand again, stinging the precious triangle of her butt/thighs, and then left my hand there a bit longer than usual to enjoy myself.

Then I let her have a couple of real stingers, not brutally hard, but serious enough. SWAT! "And one for good luck." I said.

She jerked in my lap from the start and the quick sting on her bottom. I loved that, feeling her body convulse in my lap and in my arms.

SWAT! "And one to grow on." She bounced again, so cute. I was in no hurry for her to get up. She could have stayed over my lap all evening as far as I was concerned.

She rolled off of me, rubbing her fanny (lucky hands of hers). "That hurt." she complained.

"No it didn't." I said laughing.

"Yes it did." she said, laughing, too, still holding her bottom cheeks.

"Nothing like what you did to me!" I said. "You want to feel something that hurts? Go get your hair brush and I'll show you what hurt." still joking.

"Well you had one coming." she reminded.

"He usually does." her mother said re-entering the room, now that our game was over.

"And you encouraged him, Mama." Gloria complained.

"You let him trick you into promising that last summer." Mrs. McConnal pointed out. She was joking, too.

"Besides," I pointed out, still with a gleam in my eye, "I didn't hurt you. Not really."

"Not really." Gloria agreed, twitching again in her chair, still feeling those last to real stingers.

"I would never really hurt you, Gloria." I said contritely.

"I know, Jeremy." she agreed, sweetly.

"You hurt me." I reminded her, hoping for some sympathy, not expecting any.

"I'll hurt you worse if I ever hear of you riding you bike drunk again." she said jokingly but in seriousness.

"OK." I said with a sigh.

"Careful, Jeremy," Mrs. McConnal said, "you just gave her your consent, you know."

"You sure did, Jeremy." Gloria giggled.

I sure had. I didn't mean to, it was just a 'don't remind me' OK, not a consent OK, but it was too late now to retract.

"Only if I'm riding drunk." I pointed out.

"Only if you're riding drunk." Mrs. McConnal agreed. Then she added, "And if Gloria's not around to do it, I will." She was serious then.

OK, mark that down: Don't let either of them catch me riding my bike drunk again.

We visited a while longer. I was in no big hurry to leave for I knew I wasn't likely to see Gloria again until Christmas break. When parting time came, though I consoled myself with the thought that it would only be a few weeks before she would be home again, this time for a month.

Dad and I watched a football game that night. The rest of the weekend we raked the leaves, and planted some trees in the yard.

He'd be leaving again on Monday for two weeks. I wished that he didn't have to, but I knew that he thrived on the travel. Come Monday I'd be all alone again, but then I remembered Mrs. McConnal and Dianne, and a few of the friends I'd made because of Dianne. I didn't have to be that all alone any more.
 

The End