NUISANCE CALLS by Alex Birch 'I think you're trying to be cute, Susan! Too cute! You're trying to catch me out and I don't like that. I think you'll have to be taught a lesson you won't forget! I'm going to come over there, take your panties down, and smack your bottom ...hard ...and that's just for starters!' That's what the boy at the other end of the phone had said ... word for word!' Susan Lang turned over in bed for the ninety ninth time as she heard something rustle. Oh God, it was him! He was in the flat! Her heart thumped against her chest as she shot up in bed and then realised that the sound was just Tinkerbell using her scratching post in the kitchen. She lay down again, rubbing the perspiration from her brow. Rolling over she tried to sleep but the shock of his call still had her adrenalin pounding so she got up and went to the kitchen for some water. Irrationally she wondered if she should put some clothes on in case he was there in the flat, then laughed at her own stupidity. For a start he wasn't in the flat ...and if he HAD taken the trouble to break in she knew what it was for...some severe attention to her bare bottom, and then some! A nightie would hardly stop him! So, naked, she padded out to the kitchen and turned on the tap. Jesus, didn't most of them want straight sex? Why couldn't he be normal and just promise her a good seeing to like 99% of all the perves out there? Why was he so different ...and why did she feel so excited by it? She wasn't frightened of him, not now, not one little bit, for she guessed from his voice he was just a kid about seventeen or eighteen who was looking for a way to get his rocks off. The voice was occasionally high and nervous when he said something outrageous, something which obviously aroused him, yet this was the first threat of any kind he'd come out with in the three weeks of constant phone calls. Susan had been shocked when the first call came for he'd just said 'Hi, Susan!' very informally as if he'd known her for years. There was no heavy breathing or handkerchief over the mouth and she'd thought at first it was the son of her mother's neighbour back home, until he said 'You're very beautiful. Why don't you stand at the window and show me your pussy!' Although trembling with fear at first, Susan had suppressed a gasp and counted to ten before replying, trying to calm her nerves. She'd made a silly joke about not disturbing her pussy while it was eating and the boy had been taken aback but to her surprise he'd giggled at the other end and said 'Very quick. A chick with a sense of fun. I like that! We'll talk again!' and had put the phone down. From then on the calls had been every night at more or less the same time and Susan had immediately realised she was dealing with an obsessive. After the first call, she had dialled 141 to find out the callers number and received a completely scrambled response. The next night he'd rung and said 'I see you tried to nail me ... its logged on my scrambler device. Sorry, sugar, you won't catch me like that! Now why don't you take your jumper and bra off and start rubbing those nice big tits! Go on, in front of the window so I can see you' Susan hadn't been wearing either a jumper or bra and was, in fact in her dressing gown, so she guessed that he was out of view and simply trying to gain control over her. However she did wear a jumper to work ...and she did have large breasts! What if he watched her then or worse ...what if he were related to one of her workmates and they knew! Perhaps he worked there himself ...Susan shook her head and laughed at her own paranoia. No, he's just a chancer like all the rest who struck lucky. He'd only got her name because she'd announced herself that first unsuspecting time instead of giving the phone number. She hadn't even considered phoning the police, thinking there was little they could do and confident that she could deal with this in her own way. To her surprise, after the initial shock, she'd begun to find his calls quite amusing and, to her consternation, quite exciting. The calls had arrived as regularly as clockwork and the requests ever more outrageous. The night before he'd asked her to perform very naughty acts while he listened and she'd told him she didn't perform in front of strangers. To her surprise, he'd laughed and changed the tack. He'd asked her about boyfriends and how often she did it, Susan fending it off by saying she didn't know him well enough to be that intimate with him. Then she'd started to ask him about himself, what he did, did he have a name? It was then the boy became edgy and tense followed by tonights threat and she'd not known how to deal with it. The temptation to shout 'How dare you!' was strong for she'd been taken by surprise. Somehow the threat of a good spanking had seemed more humiliating than all the outrageous sexual requests. However Susan Lang was a strong, rational girl and knew such outrage would only fire his enthusiasm. Instead she'd replied quietly ' I don't think I'd enjoy that very much. Why don't you talk nicely to me instead of threatening me!' The boy had laughed. 'That's not a threat, Susan, it's a promise. I bet you're the sort who's never even had a spanking in her life! Well, all that's going to change! I'll spank you first to warm it up and then you're going to feel a nice length of bamboo across your bare arse! That pretty botty will have more lines than a pools coupon by the time I've finished with you! Goodnight and sweet dreams!' and he'd put the phone down. Susan drank her glass of water then checked on Tinkerbell who was fast asleep now in her basket, her whiskers twitching in her dreams. Lucky cat, dreaming of chasing mice around endless attics, Susan mused, no worries about getting her bottom tanned! She checked the doorlocks and then wandered back to bed. She lay awake for nearly an hour having made sure the phone was disconnected at the wall. Susan knew she was stupid to encourage him, crazy to let the conversations continue instead of alerting the police, but her life was empty at present for she was trying to find her feet in a new flat, a new job, a new town and his attentions were, in a bizarre way, flattering and a relief from loneliness. To her intense disquiet, she found many of his suggestions exciting and tonight, despite the initial shock, Susan realised that the boy's remarks had struck deeply into a dark corner of her own psyche and it was this, not fear, that was keeping her awake. Her upbringing had been so correct, her mom and dad the very epitome of the tolerant middle class parents who loved their two children deeply. There were times as a girl that she had provoked her parents beyond reason as all kids do and she had marvelled at their patience. Neither of them had ever laid a hand on her and she'd left home at eighteen without once being physically chastised. She'd always wondered what a good spanking was like and she thought she was on the verge of finding out that night six years before when she got back at 4am after a hen party to the flat she shared with her first lover, and found him waiting for her, tense with worry and livid with anger at her selfishness. They'd rowed for half an hour before he'd said angrily, 'I've a good mind to give you a bloody good hiding, young lady, and someone should have done it years ago!' Susan remembered daring him to do it, her heart pounding, before running upstairs to their bedroom, trembling with excitement. She'd taken off all her clothes,got her pyjamas on and clambered into bed. She'd switched off the light and lain on her side, her throat dry, savouring his words. He'd sounded so out of character, so firm, so decisive and her whole body had thrilled with pleasure. Then in the darkness she'd heard his heavy footfall on the stairs and she'd gasped aloud. Oh God, he'd meant every word! He was going to do it, he was really going to spank her! Dry mouthed with excitement, Susan had quickly pulled her pyjama pants off then stuffed them under her pillow, just in case he didn't bare her bottom! If she was going to be spanked she wanted the full, gloriously sexy works! Her best friend, Jenny, said you had to have it bare to know what it was really like and her boyfriend used to spank her a lot. Jenny said it was embarrassing but so exciting when your pants were taken down, the cold air playing on your bare bottom as you lay across his lap, knowing you were showing everything before that first roasting spank took your breath away Then it got hot and sore and you wriggled a lot as your bum reddened until eventually you got hot and wet somewhere else.... With all this going round her head, Susan had tensed with excitement as her boyfriend slowly opened the door and walked over to her bed. 'I'm sorry, baby ...' he'd said softly ' ...I let my temper get the better of me back there. You might think you can look after yourself but girls get into trouble staying out that late!. Think of me for once, will you ? Friends again?' he'd asked almost begging her forgiveness. 'Sure, Craig!' she'd said, hiding her disappointment with difficulty as he'd kissed her cheek and begun to undress for bed. Susan had wanted to pound the pillow in frustration. He was too nice, too understanding. Why hadn't he given her a good bare bottom tanning and done with it! How did he expect to get respect if he always backed down and apologised. Now she'd never know what it was like to get your bare bum thrashed! She couldn't just ask him, for goodness sake! She'd lain in bed just stroking her bottom and sighing softly as her fingers strayed to other places ________. ________Christ, just what I'm doing now, Susan said to herself as her hand moved back and forth across her soft warm buttocks, occasionally letting her hand stray to the cleft of her sex which was becoming ever more moist as she thought about the boy and his promise. Eventually tiredness won out and she fell into a deep sleep, waking only when the alarm went off at 8.00 the next morning. She leapt out of bed and dived into the bathroom, showered and cleaned her teeth before pulling on her clothes then raced downstairs to the kitchen. She fed the cat and grabbed a bowl of cornflakes, stuffing them loudly down her throat before racing to the front door, car keys in hand ready for another day at the office. She arrived at fourteen minutes past nine, just inside the grace period, breathed a sigh of relief and clocked in before climbing the stairs to her office. She walked in to the hub of enterprise where hordes of her colleagues, who barely gave her a good morning, sat behind their PCs like statues seemingly frozen in concentration. Susan sat down at her own desk and switched on her machine then yawned loudly as it began the morning boot up procedure. The noise attracted the attention of her project leader, two desks away, who otherwise would have been oblivious to her arrival. 'Ah, good afternoon, Susan ...' he said sarcastically ' ...nice of you to put in an appearance!' Susan smiled in a sweetly sardonic way in reply and began to enter her password. She grinned at the girl opposite who had leaned forward in a conspiratorial manner. 'Hi, Sue ...' Karen Johnson whispered ' ...did .. er.. he keep you awake last night or something? Have you had another call ...?' and, as Susan nodded ' ...I don't know why you don't go to the police. What did he ask you to do this time!' 'He didn't ask me anything ...' Susan whispered in reply ' ...he told me he was coming round to whip my bare bottom!' Karen's hand went to her mouth but her exploding chortle raised eyes around the office for two seconds before the normal robotic concentration was restored. 'Cheeky bugger ...,' Karen said, red faced as she absorbed the possibilities ' ...how awful! Susie, you've got to report him now ...he could be dangerous!' Susan shook her head before replying. 'Naah ...,' she whispered '...he's just a spotty faced little saddo with a vivid imagination. It's very naughty but I must admit I found it a bit exciting!' Karen shook her head in pity. 'God, you two were made for each other! You're as sick as he is!' A pointedly obvious cough from the direction of the opposite desk attracted their attention and the look on the project leader's face compelled an end to the conversation and a hurried return to concentrating on their work. All morning Susan entered and plotted stock market prices on the computer but her mind could not escape from images of being bent over the boy's knee with her pants down displaying her bottom to a total stranger. At one point she had to go to the Ladies for no other purpose than to change her panties, the ones she'd been wearing now hot and damp, so vivid were her daydreams. Just before lunch she received a phone call and, just for a second, wondered if ...but then resolutely picked up the receiver. It was Gary from the computer room. 'Hi, S..S..Sue ...,' he stammered in his usual style '...are you L...L...' 'Lunching ...?' she asked softly, helping him out '...sure thing, I'll meet you by the stairs!' then slung her bag over her shoulder and set off for the staff restaurant. She smiled to herself as she saw Gary loitering by the staircase. Susan liked him a lot and was certain she'd like him a whole lot more if only he could develop some confidence. He was dying to ask her out and she'd tried to encourage him but the stammer always got in the way. She couldn't do it all for him ...so she waited and waited. He'd get there one day! They sat together in the restaurant on their own,consuming ample helpings of steak and kidney pie. 'Is ...is that b...b..boy still r..ringing you?' Gary asked her, his face etched with concern, and Susan longed to take hold of his hand but, of course, she didn't. 'Fraid so ...' she said ' ...and he's getting cheekier, too. Last night he...' then checked for she knew Gary would be outraged that she'd tolerated such conversations. She looked down and he didn't press it. 'You sh..sh..should call the p..p..police ...' Gary said between mouthfuls ' ...you...you're t..taking a b..big risk! I w..wish I c..c..could help!' Susan looked across at the bespectacled young man opposite, whose hapless shyness exacerbated his stammer terribly, and a sudden wonderful idea came to her. An idea which might solve everything in one magnificent swoop. 'Perhaps you can, Gary ...' she said with a smile ' ...are you doing anything tonight? If not, perhaps you'd like to come round for dinner at about 7. He usually rings at eight. You might make all the difference!' She grinned as she saw the perspiration leap into his blushing cheeks and watched him take off his glasses with trembling fingers. 'R..r..really ...?' he gasped '...I mean you really th..th..think ...?' Susan put her hand gently on his arm. 'Yes I do ...' she said, smiling '...I think you will make all the difference!' Susan arrived home at 5.30, dropped her shoulder bag in the hall and began taking off her clothes in preparation for a long lingering shower. Stepping under the shower, she closed her eyes as the water poured over her face and body, her breasts tingling as the heat turned her nipples a darker reddish hue. She began to soap her body, her hands gently stroking her buttocks as she began to imagine her plan taking shape. Her soapy fingers moved to the thick hair between her legs and she penetrated the slit with her forefinger, teasing and stroking as the evening's programme took shape in her mind. No, she wouldn't, she'd save it for later, so stopped the exploration of her vagina, stepped out of the warm water and began to towel herself down. What should she wear for Gary? She mused for a few minutes, still towelling herself down and walked into her bedroom. The doorbell rang at exactly seven and Susan walked down the hallway, shouting cautiously 'who's there?' just in case it was ...but no, of course, it was Gary. When she opened the door and saw him standing there with flowers in his hand and a shy grin on his face, she could have kissed him but instead smiled happily and said 'Bang on time! Come in, and thanks for the flowers!' For a few seconds, Gary didn't move but just stared with open mouth at the vision of loveliness who stood before him. Susan had changed into a little black cocktail dress cut low so that the full swell of her breasts was emphasised, the skirt so short that it finished about six inches below the crotch, just hiding her panties. She grinned at him. 'Does that mean you're impressed or are you horrified?' she asked softly as he wiped his spectacles. 'N..N..No , y..you look f..f..fantastic!' he muttered, his eyes wide as he stumbled over the step to Susan's amusement. 'Sit down and take the weight off ...' she told him with a grin as she ushered him into the dining room '...dinner won't be long ...but I can't take the credit ...I got us a takeaway from the Chinese!' 'G..great!' he said hoarsely then coughed as she turned round and walked out to the kitchen. Susan knew his eyes were boring into her bottom as she walked with an exaggerated sway out of the room. She smiled and wondered what would happen later on! They ate dinner in relative silence, Gary obviously overwhelmed by the appearance of his host, then she took the dishes out to the kitchen. It was 7.40 and her heart pounded for the next call was due at eight. Would everything go to plan? The next few minutes would tell!. She walked back into the living room with two cups of tea and sat on the sofa next to Gary who immediately moved up a bit to leave space between them. 'What's the matter? Do I have a personal hygiene problem?' she grinned and he began to stammer his apologies. 'Never mind, I'm just joking ...' she said lightly as Gary returned to his original place his leg now rubbing against her bare thigh. She deliberately moved her thigh against his leg and heard him gasp, then saw the swelling prominence in the front of his trousers. Good, coming to the boil nicely! Just hope everything else works to plan! 'Now ...,' Susan said softly '...lets talk about how you can help me finish these phone calls once and for all!' and she rested her hand lightly on his arm as she spoke. 'R..right ...!' Gary said passionately ' ...so w..when he r..rings at eight, y.y.you g.give me the phone and I..I'll l..let him h..have it! I d..don't s..stammer when I'm angry!' Susan felt herself beginning to blush from the roots of her hair right down her face and neck to the swell of her breasts. 'No, you won't ...' she murmured, touching his hand as she stared him full in the face '...because at five to eight ...,' she paused as a fierce heat rose in her cheeks ' ...I want you to take my knickers down and start spanking my bare bottom ...good and hard!' She closed her eyes and winced at the crash as Gary's teacup broke into pieces as it fell from his trembling fingers. 'W..w..whaaat??' he managed as his mouth fell open, his face as red as a beetroot and Susan swallowed hard. 'I'm serious...' she said quietly '...I want you to spank my bare bottom so he can hear it down the phone. It'll work, I know it will, because that's what HE wants to do most ... so if he thinks I've got a man giving me the business, he'll be so upset he'll find somebody else to pester!' 'B..b...but ...'Gary gasped in abject confusion ''...Sue, surely not ...I mean ..isn't there?...I mean, my God...I ...'and he swallowed hard and subsided into a burble. Susan grinned and put her hand on his arm. 'Don't think I'm shameless, Gary! You ought to be honoured to be chosen to deliver my first ever spanking. Don't you want the job?' Gary was speechless, his mouth opening and closing like a stranded whale. 'Y..yes..well, no ...I mean should I want to..I..I..I..Christ, Sue!' Susan gripped his arm tightly. 'Yes, it's natural for a man to want to ...and I want you to. It's the only way. It has to be genuine and I have to be feeling it when I answer the phone or else he'll never buy it. Look, Gary, it's nearly five to eight! Now put me over your knee and make sure the phone is within my reach. You better ...' she paused as she coloured with embarrassment '...take my panties down and make yourself familiar with the terrain!' Gary sat stock still, his mouth gaping,and Susan decided to make things easier for him by easing her body across his lap, first flipping up the short skirt before adjusting her position, hands touching the floor. She heard his gasp and grinned as she felt the rapidly stiffening penis against her loins. The view must have been breathtaking for she knew her bottom was full and shapely, covered only by a pair of sheer black lace panties which hardly hid anything. She waited expectantly, feeling Gary's legs trembling beneath her. 'Come on then ...' she said impatiently ' ...take them down and get cracking!' then pushed down on her hands to lift her hips clear of his legs. After what seemed like an age, she felt his hands tentatively grip the waistband of her panties before he rolled them down, so slowly, swallowing loudly as her bare bottom was revealed. Susan closed her eyes in joyous expectation as she awaited the fulfilment of her life's desire, her bare bottom wriggling seductively across his lap. Then his hand descended onto her right buttock with all the force of a feather and Susan's disappointment was overwhelming. 'Goddamn it, Gary ...,' she hissed angrily '...are you a man or a mouse? Spank me, for God's sake, and make me feel it!' She sensed his anger immediately at the rebuke as his breath quickened, then suddenly her bottom was aflame as a hand swept down with force onto her bare cheeks. It was as if the floodgates had opened, for suddenly her bottom was assailed by blows on both cheeks, hard smacks which took her breath away and she began to smile with delight for it was just as good as Jenny had ... Brrrrrrr, Brrrrrrr, the telephone began to ring as Susan gasped in surprise and made to move to answer it but she was held down firmly as a hand reached down and moved the phone away from her grasp. The spanking paused as the phone was lifted from the hook and she first heard the boy's familiar voice saying 'Hello Susan, are you ready for a good thrashing?' then a voice she hardly recognised, a voice so sure, so confident that her heart leapt with joy. ' This is not Susan ...' the voice replied angrily'...it's her boyfriend and if you ever ring this number again I'll personally come round and take you apart. Don't think your scrambler device will save you because I'm a Telecom engineer and we have ways of getting through these little problems. You're a sad sick boy and I advise you to get off this line ...for good!' Susan lay in wonder across Gary's lap as she heard the authority in his voice ...and not the trace of a stammer! She heard the boy's strangled gasp at the other end, his voice almost choked in tears as he shouted 'Oh Christ, the bloody bitch! I thought she was ...' before slamming down the phone. Gulping with excitement, Susan muttered quietly 'That wasn't in the script, Gary, you were supposed to let him hear ...OOOOWWW' as she was jolted by a firm smack across her rump. ' From now on, young lady, I'm dictating the script ...' Gary said firmly but with a hint of excitement '...and I'm not pandering to his sick games. He won't be back so I suppose I don't need to spank you any more ...but I'm going to! You could have been in danger playing up to nutters like that instead of reporting him and you deserve a bloody good hiding! Which is exactly what you're going to get!' Susan's body shivered with excitement as she waited for the firm hand across her naked buttocks. 'Yes , Gary ...' she said quietly '...and I deserve every spank ...but now you're my boyfriend will you take me to bed when you've finished and make it better ...please love?' END