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Detective Susie on the Case:
Chapter 1: Collecting the Evidence
There had been a rumor going around in the neighborhood of an event that had occurred, one that involved one of the men in the neighborhood and a young woman who was visiting him. Like a game of Chinese whispers, this rumor soon took off into a life of its own, each time being embellished further and further away from the truth. There was some truth in there, but exactly how much, nobody knew.
Susie had heard of this rumor, and she was a very curious cat to know whether it was true or not. The rumor involved a friend of hers, Lisa, and try as she might, Lisa remained tight-lipped about the whole affair, like she was keeping a deep, dark secret.
Susie thought of the rumor going around, and she couldn’t understand Lisa’s take on it. If that had been her, she would have made it abundantly clear that it wasn’t true, but Lisa didn’t do that. Instead, she just used ambiguous terms whenever the subject was brought up. Statements like, ‘People do like to gossip,’ or, ‘everyone is always trying to get in other people’s business.’ She never outright confirmed nor denied what had supposedly occurred, nor did it seem to bother her that people were gossiping. Susie simply had to find out for herself. It was time to put on her detective hat.
Susie knew Mr. Johnson from the neighborhood, though not so much other than as a friendly face to say hi to every morning, or quickly make some small talk on the way past his house. She never took him for that type of man, never. If she had, she would have spent far more time getting to know him. But no, it couldn’t really be true, could it? She had to find out for herself.
Each day she would go on her walk, but rarely was she able to talk to him whenever he was in his yard. What she wanted to ask him couldn’t be shouted from a distance, it had to be asked up close, like the little secret that it was.
She had walked past his house perhaps a dozen times, each time hoping that he would be close enough to the fence, but he never was; he always seemed to be out of arm’s reach. That is, until that one fateful day.
This was the day! Detective Susie was going to get to the bottom of this malarkey.
As she approached, she could already see him from a distance; he was tending to his garden, right by the fence. Susie was elated, she would finally get a chance to ask him in person whether the rumor was true, she desperately wanted to know, it was very important to her.
With a smile on her face, she sauntered by on the path outside of Mr. Johnson’s house, ready to greet him cheerfully. His back was to her as Susie neared, but that didn’t deter her.
“Hi, Mr. Johnson.” She greeted him warmly.
He turned his head and was pleasantly surprised to see the young woman from the neighborhood.
“Hello, Susie, what are you up to today?” He asked in reply.
“Just going out for my daily walk. It’s a lovely day, isn’t it?”
Yes, indeed, it was a lovely day. It is always a lovely day when a neighbor stops by for some small talk. There was one problem for Susie; how was she going to be able to muster up the courage to ask him if the rumor was true?
They briefly talked about the weather, politics, and the state of one of the gardens in the neighborhood, but she couldn’t find the right segue into what she really wanted to ask him. That was, until Mr. Johnson seemed to indicate that he needed to get back to finishing his self-imposed task for the day. It was now or never for the budding young sleuth.
“Mr. Johnson,” she said, “can I ask you something?”
“Sure thing,” he replied, “what’s on your mind?”
“This may sound rather peculiar, but are you aware that there is this rumor going around the neighborhood about you?”
“People say the darndest things, Susie, nothing but busybodies not minding their own business.”
“But doesn’t it bother you what they say? I mean, it sounds rather personal, if you don’t mind me saying. I would for sure want to put a stop to the rumors if they weren’t true, if it were me.”
“I can’t control how people spend their time, Susie, if they want to spend it gossiping about me then so be it, and it doesn’t bother me.”
He was doing the same thing that the blasted Lisa had been doing, neither confirming nor denying the rumor to be true. It was so infuriating, but she wasn’t leaving that spot until she knew the truth, so she flat-out asked him.
“Is the rumor true, Mr. Johnson, did you really do that?” she requested.
It was the strangest question to ask for sure, right outside in the open air no less. Not that anyone could hear her, but still, it wasn’t like they were sitting at a kitchen table discussing this. Then again, perhaps that was the thrill of it, knowing that people might be watching from afar; it added a little bit of excitement to the discussion.
The look on Susie Brown’s face was priceless when the answer came; did Mr. Johnson really just say that he DID, in fact, give her friend Lisa a birthday spanking? Ever since she had heard this rumor a few weeks ago, she had been curious about it, perhaps knowing that her own 20th birthday was just a week away, so she shyly started to ask him how it came to be that he spanked her. Was Susie trying to get an idea of what a birthday spanking might entail herself to satisfy that curiosity of hers?
Her face couldn’t get any redder if she tried, as she asked. “How did the spanking come about?”
“Oh, that was easy. I knew it was her birthday, so I asked her if she had had her birthday spanking yet. When she said no, I told her that I would gladly give her one if she wanted me to.”
Susie thought long and hard for a moment. This rumor must have been going around for months. Lisa’s birthday was 6 months ago already; how come she only heard about this rumor recently?
Still, she was very intrigued by this during her thoughts. What type of girl would willingly bend herself over the lap of a man for a birthday spanking, and at her age? Why Lisa is just a few months older than Susie is herself, what on earth would make her bend over and stick her bottom up in the air, ready for a stern man to spank those cheeks until they were bright red? Those naughty, bare bottom cheeks, the ones that were clearly made specifically for that purpose. Focus, Susie, focus.
“So, um, I guess you gave her 20 playful taps, or something? I’m just taking a guess here.” She asked, with her mind full of the sight of a naughty bare bottom getting spanked.
Mr. Johnson smiled at the blushing Susie, and he started to give her every little detail she seemed to be pressing for, with a devilish grin on his face, “Well Susie, we were in my living room, near to where my dining table is. I grabbed one of the chairs and put it in the middle of the room, then Lisa went over my knee, just like a bad little girl does. This was the fun part though, I pulled her skirt all the way up her back and I started patting the seat of her panties, and I told her that she was lucky that she was only getting a birthday spanking, because if she was getting a real one, she would be a very sorry young lady. The poor little thing was squirming all over my lap, and I hadn’t even started her birthday spanking yet. So anyway, I gave her 20 spanks and then, of course, the one for luck and one to grow on, and that was that, a well-spanked little girl with a red bottom standing in front of me trying to rub the sting out.”
Susie almost fainted at such a vivid description of a naughty girl getting an actual spanking, just like she had always imagined. What a vision Susie had in her mind.
“Didn’t she mind that you saw her panties?” She murmured.
“I’m pretty sure she wasn’t thrilled about it, but I firmly believe that when a girl goes over my knee for a spanking, any girl that is, she should at least feel the spanking, even if it is just a birthday spanking. And poor little Lisa was wearing these tiny nylon bikini panties, so they didn’t offer her much protection at all. They were the cutest things that really accentuated her curves, and you should have seen them ripple and flutter every time my hand smacked them; it was the most delightful sight to behold,” he said, as he laughed.
With her cheeks burning from her blush, Susie replied playfully, “That must have been positively awful for her, being spanked at her age.”
He winked back, “She didn’t seem to mind TOO much. If she did mind, she wouldn’t have been so sassy during her spanking.”
Detective Susie was taking all kinds of notes in her head; she was close to solving the case, but she felt that she needed to see the evidence first. A good detective always ensures that they visit the scene of the spanking, err, crime.
The next two times that Susie saw Mr. Johnson in the garden, she didn’t make any mention of her upcoming birthday, but she did pay close attention to the size of his lap and the size of his hands. On the morning of the day before her birthday, she took her shower and got herself ready for the day; instinctively, upon opening her drawer, she selected a thin pair of white nylon panties. She blushed as she pulled the flimsy material up over her butt and studied it in the mirror, imagining what Mr. Johnson was going to see. The moment that he had told her the type of panties Lisa was wearing the day she was spanked and how much he enjoyed spanking her naughty bottom over them, she knew right away that she would follow suit. No wait, what was she thinking? There was no way he was going to spank her.
Next she chose a short flared skirt, one that wouldn’t take much to lift up as she demonstrated once again in the mirror. Just in case she also had to suffer that indignant trip over his lap. He wouldn’t do that to little old me, would he? She pondered.
As she walked towards Mr. Johnson’s house that morning, like she did every day, she convinced herself that a spanking wasn’t going to happen; after all, that’s silly, even if it was her 20th birthday tomorrow.
As Susie approached the house, she could see him in the garden already; only this time she didn’t just wave and say hi as she was passing. This time she stopped at his fence and started talking to him. If he didn’t come over now, then she would try and catch him on the way back, but thankfully he started to edge closer as he made small talk about the weather.
They talked for a few minutes before Susie completely chickened out, even going as far as starting to walk away. All of a sudden she stopped, turned around, and with a blushing face she said, “I have to finish my walk early today so that I can get home and get changed; my friends are taking me out for my birthday dinner tonight.”
“It’s your birthday, Susie, and you didn’t say?” Mr. Johnson smiled, “Did you get your birthday spanking yet?”
With her face bright red, Susie replied, “Not yet, but I was hoping maybe I would get one later from my friends.”
“If you want one, I can give you one right now if you want?”
Mr. Johnson was a wise old man. Susie’s earlier questions regarding Lisa’s birthday spanking let him know pretty early on that she was interested in the subject, and what a coincidence that she showed up at his house on her birthday, wearing a short flared skirt no less.
“Oh, I’m not sure,” she responded coyly. “That sounds awfully embarrassing, I must say.”
Opening his gate, he ushered her in. “Why don’t we go inside and talk about it?”
Susie shrugged but dutifully followed him inside his house.
“That’s quite a coincidence that we were talking about Lisa getting her birthday spanking just the other day, isn’t it?” He teased her.
“It is, I guess.” She replied. “I just wanted to know whether or not the rumor was true, you know, I didn’t want anyone thinking badly about you or anything.”
“I don’t think there is really anything that bad about giving a young woman a birthday spanking, but people do like to gossip. In fact, some women might well enjoy something like that.”
The temperature in Susie’s face was rising. Who on earth would ever enjoy something like that, she thought to herself, perish the thought.
Susie then watched as Mr. Johnson pulled the chair out from his dining table and moved it into the middle of the room. Was Detective Susie finally going to get to see the evidence? Her stomach was flipping rapidly as he sat down.
“So what’s it to be, Susie?” he asked. “Are you ready to join the birthday spanking club?”
The first thought that came to her mind as he guided her over his lap was how helpless she felt, like a little child with her bottom sticking up in the air. Mr. Johnson wasted no time in pulling her skirt right up, so far that the bottom of her back was also bare. She was so embarrassed, a grown man getting to see her bottom like this, encased in the smallest of panties.
Mr. Johnson chuckled, “Did you and Lisa go panty shopping together, or are little white nylon panties the in thing now?”
She couldn’t believe that he was talking about her panties, nor that his hand was placed firmly upon them. It was purely a coincidence that she had specifically chosen to wear these panties today; it didn’t even cross her mind that they would be exposed for a spanking. Pure coincidence it was.
Mr. Johnson asked her one more question, “Do you remember that I lectured Lisa first?”
“Yes, Mr. Johnson.”
“Very well then, we shall begin.”
Mr. Johnson began to spank each panty-clad cheek in turn throughout his pre-spanking lecture. “Now then, Susie, you are a very lucky girl that all you are getting today is a birthday spanking, because if I had you over my knee for a proper spanking, you would be a very sorry little girl.”
She had no idea how many times his hand had just come down on her little bubble butt, but each panty-covered cheek was beginning to feel the warmth beneath it. What was really strange, though, was that she no longer minded as much. Yes, she felt every smack, but it wasn’t exactly bad. In fact, now that the lecture was over she was almost disappointed that all that was left was her birthday spanks.
Mr. Johnson addressed her one more time as he rubbed his hand over her bottom. “Now, Susie, are you ready for your birthday spanks, or are you going to be like Lisa and need me to repeat what I just said?”
For the first time a smile came over her face as she looked over her shoulder, almost giggling as she saw her scantily clad bottom sticking up in the air. “That’s hardly fair, Mr. Johnson, my bottom is already burning, and you are asking me if I want you to spank me some more?”
“Oh, this isn’t spanking, Susie,” he said as he resumed warming her panty-clad bottom, “This is just a few playful swats between friends.”
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