Payment Behind - Part 3

The penultimate instalment, from Blushes Supplement 17

Lying in bed Connie thought of her rent book. There was still an awful lot owing on it. Harry of course with Madge planning to be away for two weeks was not keen to wipe off large sums in a hurry. Also his natural meanness pointed him in the same direction, Connie told herself. A mean, lecherous bastard. It would be really nice to tell his wife what was happening. Harry was certainly scared of Madge. But as he had pointed out that wouldn’t get her, Connie, anywhere. Apart from anything else Madge might insist on Connie leaving and she really liked her flat — although it had now been the scene of those various unpleasant happenings.

She had had two sessions with Harry yesterday, Saturday. That morning one and then again in the afternoon. And what had she got for it? Another £40 off. Mean Harry, afraid no doubt that the total would go down too fast, had cut down the sum per session. ‘That other was just for starters, dear.’ Mean bugger. She could just imagine him doing some old lady out of 20p in the shop. But look on the bright side, she told herself. It had been £280 and was now £215. That was something. Wasn’t it?

Her thoughts turned to Dave. Connie would rather not think about her boyfriend at the moment, while this business with Harry was going on, but sometimes you couldn’t control your thoughts. She tried to keep the two quite separate so that she didn’t have to think about the two together. If Dave had any idea… Don’t think about it. And anyway it wasn’t as if she was doing Harry. That would be something else entirely and she would never do that. Or at least Connie thought she wouldn’t. What was happening was just a joke really. That was what Harry said. With that leer on his face. And with his hand grabbing and groping. When it wasn’t wielding that slipper.

Twice yesterday. Both times having to wear that awful outfit Harry had got. Quite bare above her waist, her boobs bare, with Harry jiggling them, making her nipples stick out as if they were enjoying it. But his main area of interest was of course her bottom. With that tiny little skirt tucked up round her waist and the knickers down, her bottom bare and stuck out, bending over or over Harry’s lap. So that he could get to work on it with that slipper, or the flat of his hand. He had probably been dreaming about this sort of thing for years and now, suddenly, he had got it. A little kid let loose in a sweetshop. Connie squirmed under the bedcovers. What time was it? It was Sunday. She was due to see Dave later this morning. But before then…

Mr Harry Brown would be round. What time was it? Oh God. 9.30. Groaning Connie got out of bed. He had said 10 o’clock again. She didn’t feel like it; not at all. Even less than yesterday. Nude, she padded out to the bathroom. What if she just went out, before Harry came round? Say her mother had called or something. Harry wouldn’t be able to say anything. Not really. And she really didn’t feel like more of it right now.

Yes she would do that, Connie decided, vigorously brushing her teeth. She had time if she got moving. Time to get dressed and then nip out. It would mean she could see Dave without coming straight from having her bottom smacked — or slippered — by horrible Harry.

Connie spat out the toothpaste and glanced in the mirror… a little whimpering sound popped out of her mouth. She must be going mad. Because… she turned… ‘NO!’

Harry was in the doorway, his eyes drinking in her nude form. ‘Hey! Sleep in the altogether, do we?’

Yelping, she automatically grabbed the nearest thing. It was the face flannel and it wasn’t going to hide very much. Harry stepped forward. ‘Your door wasn’t locked. So I came up.’

‘No!’ she squealed.

Harry was in close. Hands like the tentacles of an octopus. Pushing her own hands, and the flannel, away and grabbing at what they were seeking to conceal. ‘Get off!’ she yelped. Harry, still grabbing, said, ‘Don’t be silly. We agreed that I was coming round. Didn’t we?’

She might have done, more or less, yesterday. But Connie didn’t feel like it. Another 10 minutes and she would have been out of the flat. Harry would have found it empty and that would have been his bad luck. But as it was…

‘I don’t want it. I really don’t… not this morning…’

Harry only laughed. ‘Come on. Don’t be a silly girl.’

He pulled her close, hard against him. In fact it was Harry that was hard, or rapidly getting that way. Christ, she was really something. It was like having a private little heaven all to himself. Madge away and this here in the flat for his private enjoyment. Christ. Her juicy tits were squashed against his shirt front. His hand squeezed her lovely bare bum, forcing her harder in against his now very stiff prick.

Harry had been getting ideas of course of doing more than spanking and slippering Connie. Not unnaturally perhaps. Spanking and slippering were great, fantastic, but simply because they were so fantastic they made a man want the other as well. It was only natural. That first evening when he hadn’t felt like it, mainly because of the scotch, had been sort of once-off. He had felt like it since then. Oh yes. Harry who had been pretty much starved of it for some years now — certainly nothing with Madge — could feel it all welled up inside him. He needed it — quite badly.

Holding Connie’s ripe bottom he rubbed her against himself. Oh Christ! Maybe he’d better not do that. Not if he didn’t want an accident.

Connie made a whimpering sound of protest. Pressed up against Harry she could feel he was stiff and hard. Did he want that? She had told herself she wouldn’t do it, not that, not with Harry. Spanking was something else, you could tell yourself it was just a joke. You couldn’t tell yourself that if you were screwing him. Screwing wasn’t a joke. No way could it be a joke to be screwing your landlord because you were behind with the rent. And certainly not if you had a regular boyfriend. Who would kill you if he ever thought you were doing such a thing.

Connie whimpered again. It was really awful. Nude like this, with Harry’s hands all over her and his stiff thing rubbing against her soft belly. And she had to go out and see Dave in a little while. What if Harry did say he wanted it? Instead of a spanking. Or as well!

That was just what Harry did say. Why didn’t they…? In the bedroom…?

‘No!’ she gasped ‘No, I can’t… I couldn’t!’ Though in fact she felt as if she almost could. But you couldn’t say that. ‘No!’ she breathed again.

And so it was the other: a spanking. Harry sitting on the edge of the bath and with Connie spread over his lap, over that thing that very much wanted to be doing something else. But if it couldn’t, well, there was no doubt that a spanking was very heady medicine and the next best thing. His hand started splatting down on the firmly resilient cheeks. Connie making gasping, wailing noises.

Harry kept on, his hand rising and falling like some kind of machine. Connie rolling about and wailing. It felt even worse than before because she had got all hot and bothered at the thought of possibly doing the other with Harry. And being all hot and bothered seemed to make her bottom more sensitive. She was wailing… and she was sobbing. Hot tears on her face.