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The house on Palmetto Drive was a bit different. The first time I arrived at the brick ranch-style, I could hear the couple arguing from outside the front door. I hesitated to ring the bell, but I didn't want them to think that I was late. A red-faced man opened the door.
"What?!” he yelled.
"I … uh … I'm Mark from A-1 Carpet Cleaners,” I stumbled, “I have a 9:00 appointment here."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot,” he said, immediately becoming calmer, “come on in."
"Are you sure?” I quivered, peering in.
He walked ahead, leaving me in the foyer, so I came in and closed the door behind me. His wife stood quietly in the kitchen, embarrassed, I assumed, by the fact that I heard them arguing. I tried to set her mind at ease.
"You know, my parents have a brick home similar to this one. It's so well insulated, you can't hear a thing through the walls."
One corner of her mouth turned up, but she didn't look convinced.
"Mike!” yelled the husband, “come in here."
I followed the voice to find him kneeling over a red stain.
"Can you get this wine stain out?” he asked.
"Yes sir,” I replied, “I'll do my best. Oh, and it's Mark."
He stood and waved his hand nonchalantly.
"Whatever. What about this pet stain?"
"Yes sir. Our treatment specializes in pet stains."
"Good,” he growled, “my wife's piece-of-shit dog tries to use the carpet as his own personal toilet."
I looked over as she scooped up her puppy and tried to comfort it. The little tike didn't look any older than a few months and I knew from experience that it took some puppies a little longer to become house broken.
"Not a problem, sir."
"Good,” he repeated, then turned his attention to his wife and took her arm, “Come along, my dear. We have some unfinished business to take care of and the boy has work to do."
He led her out of the room and I stared after him. Boy? Who was he calling a boy? I was in my late 20's.
As I set up my equipment and began spraying on the pre-treatment, I could hear them arguing again.
"Look at this bill!” he yelled, “Why the hell do you have to spend so much on clothes?"
"But you like for me to look good, honey,” she countered.
"Look good, yes, but not spend a fortune doing it!"
From my position in the dining room, I could look right into their bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, with her standing beside him, her hands wringing in anticipation.
"I've had it with your over-spending, young lady,” he scolded, “and if you are going to act like a naughty little girl, you're going to be treated like one."
Without announcement, he grabbed her by the arm and dragged her over his lap. She began kicking and screaming, but his arm across her back held her tightly in place.
"No! Please! I won't do it anymore!” she screeched.
"No, you certainly won't after I get finished."
He laid several hard smacks on her skirt covered bottom, then lifted the material out of the way and began spanking the center of her black panties.
"Robert! Ow! Please!” she begged, “Not while the carpet cleaner is here!"
"I don't care who's here,” he told her. “You need to be taught a lesson."
I could see the skin to the sides of her panties getting pink and she kicked like a ten-year-old that had just gotten caught for smoking.
"This needs to be a bare bottom spanking,” he said out loud, and with that, jerked her panties down to the middle of her thighs. She shrieked loudly, wiggling and trying to get off of his lap, but he had a tight grip.
I couldn't move my eyes away as he laid swat after swat on her lovely little ass. Her skin went from a light pink to crimson within moments. Her yelps began to fill the room.
"Please! Robert!” she cried, “I won't spend any more money! You can have my credit cards! Please! Stop!"
He stopped and looked down at his captive bride.
"Do you promise you can control your spending and I won't ever have to take this kind of action again?” he asked.
She sniffled.
"Yes, yes, I promise."
He helped her to her feet and it was at that moment I saw her glance at me and smile. She had known all along that I had been watching.
"Now, young lady,” her husband continued as he pulled a straight back chair to the center of the room, “you are to bend over this chair with your skirt pulled up and your panties pulled down and stay there for fifteen minutes. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir,” she replied as she bent over the back of the chair and put her hands on the seat.
He adjusted her clothing the way he wanted it, then looked out the doorway directly at me. I turned away quickly, fumbling with the sprayer, trying not to look as if I had been watching.
"Mike,” he said, “come over here."
I swallowed the lump in my throat and walked over to him.
"It's Mark."
He waved his hand.
"Whatever. Here's two hundred dollars."
"That's too much, sir. The carpet cleaning is only…"
He cut me off in mid-sentence.
"I want you to do me a favor."
"Yes sir?"
"I have to go in to the office, but I want my wife in time out for fifteen minutes. The extra money is a tip for you if you will make sure she stays where she is for that length of time. Will you do that?"
I looked at the money in my hand and then over at his wife, who was shifting from foot to foot, making her lovely pink bottom sway deliciously.
"Yes sir, I would be happy to."
"Good,” he said, giving me a pat on the shoulder, “Good man."
And with that, he was out the door, leaving me alone with his half-naked bride.
"Mark, could you come in here, please?” she called.
Part of me wanted to go, part of me didn't. Okay, the part that wanted to go was below my belt, and the part that didn't was … well, there wasn't a part that didn't. I entered the room.
"Yes ma'am?"
"My husband said I can't get up for fifteen minutes,” she said, “and my skin is stinging awfully bad. Would you mind rubbing some lotion on my bottom to cool it down?"
"Uh … well, no ma'am, I don't mind."
"Good. The lotion is there on the vanity."
I retrieved the bottle, squirted some cream into my hand, and began applying it to her pink pelt. She wiggled and moaned.
"Oh, that feels so much better. Please don't stop."
I took a deep breath and continued my delightful chore. I was a little afraid that lotion in my hand wasn't the only thing I would be squirting before the night was over. The whole exhibition ended up being a scene I would play over and over in my mind for many months to come. Literally, to come.
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I once came to a house where two women lived together. I didn't think anything about it at first, thinking they might be college roommates or perhaps coworkers sharing a house, but quickly changed my mind on that idea when they both answered the door wearing nothing but panties and white lace bras.
"Uh, hi,” I stammered, “I'm Mark from A-1 Carpet Cleaners. I've got a 4:00 appointment with Julie."
"I'm Julie,” said the tall, slender blonde, “and this is my roommate Zoe."
I shook her hand, although I could hardly take my eyes off their scantily clad bodies.
"It's nice to meet you both."
"Come on in,” she said, “I'll show you around."
Zoe was the quieter of the two and followed as we went from room to room. Julie showed me what she wanted cleaned and then looked at her roomie.
"Do you think he should do the upstairs?” she asked.
Zoe, a much more petite redhead with large breasts and an ass to die for, nodded her head.
"Oh yes, the upstairs room could use a good cleaning too."
"Just show me the way, ladies,” I chirped, anxious to follow them so I could watch the sway of their bottoms as they climbed the steps.