Bruno works the Conner Case for TT.
The whole thing had been a bit much for her.
"Apart from the spanking," I asked Michelle, "what's biting you?"
"Did you see the way he poked me in the pussy?" she asked.
"Not actually see it," I admitted, "but I had a pretty good idea that he had. I saw your face when he did it."
"God, that was so sexy," she muttered. "Being poked like that on your bare pussy when your friends are watching and he didn't give a damn. He's a sexy beast, isn't he? Pity he's so old."
Mid thirties wasn't that old, in my opinion, and he was more of a sarcastic swine than a sexy beast. It would have served him right if I had finished paining my little sign.
Michelle headed off home and I did likewise. As I was walking past our garage it occurred to me that Mr Frank SS didn't check how much I'd actually painted. Even though he'd confiscated our spray cans there were still a couple left in the garage. If I waited a while and gave him a chance to go to bed I could sneak around and finish the job. There wouldn't be anything he could do. He couldn't prove I came back and did it.
The more I considered the idea the more I liked it. I wouldn't even go in by the front gate. Part of the front fence needed repairs and I could sneak in that way. It seemed like a plan to me.
I gave Frank a couple of hours to go to bed and settle down, then I grabbed another can and went sneaking back. It was child's play to slip through the gap in the fence and approach the house from the side. I could see the P I'd put on the wall quite plainly in the moonlight and I raised the can to continue.
And I nearly died when a hand closed over my mouth and a voice whispered in my ear.
"Please don't scream. It upsets the neighbours when they hear screams and think what it would do to my reputation."
Frank's hand dropped away from my mouth but it didn't drop very far. It landed on my shoulder and although it didn't feel like a tight hold I was willing to lay odds I wouldn't be able to shake it off.
Frank turned and strolled around to the front of the house and I found myself strolling with him. Not exactly willingly but, like I thought, that gentle hand on my shoulder wasn't really all that gentle. Where Frank was going, I was going.
"You know, if I was a gambling man, I'd have laid odds that you would be the one to come back and try to finish the job. Bashful I was surprised you even got to come along in the first place and Snoopy had a sore bottom to remind her not to. I assume that Snoopy has a boyfriend?"
"She was looking as though she was horny when she left. There was always the chance she'd come back and expect me to do something about it. If she's got a boyfriend then she's probably visiting him right now."
I was about to defend Michelle when I remembered the flush on her face and her heavy breathing. And the sexy beast comment. Damn it, Frank was right. She probably was visiting her boyfriend right then.
Frank opened the front door and marched me through it before releasing me.
"I suppose you're going to call the police this time," I muttered.
"Don't be silly," he said, speaking softly and smiling a lot. "I've already told you what I'd do if I caught one of you here again."
I remembered my crack about rape and his laughing agreement and the hair on the back of my neck prickled.
"No thank you," I said quickly. "I'll pass."
"Ah, I don't think that's an option where rape is concerned," he said. "In fact if you didn't say no, it wouldn't be rape, now would it?"
"You implied earlier that you only spanked Michelle because she assented. Or, at least, she didn't refuse."
"Just stirring you up, sweetheart. I had every intention of spanking her. She's pretty and it was fun. Shocking you and Bashful was a plus."
I glared at him. I'd known it. I'd damn well known Michelle's consent or refusal wouldn't have mattered.
"So what are you really going to do? Spank me? I'll fight."
"No. I'm going to take off all your clothes and then rape you. And you're not going to fight me."
"What makes you think