The Survey

Chapter 4. Return visit

Jan winced as she stretched out to shut off the alarm. Charlene stirred alongside her and grumpily muttered, "A Saturday and I have to get up early. Why did I make that damned hair appointment for this time?" Throwing the covers off them both she looked at Jan's bum. "Well that is a real nice colour this morning. Bet it's still tender. You'll not be wanting to go round there any more."

"I wouldn't have gone in the first place if it wasn't for your bloody survey," Jan pointed out. She wasn't in a good mood. Charlene had tended to her bottom and her other needs when they arrived home last night but somehow that wasn't the same as having a real prick inside her. Something she realised she missed since her husband's death. Charlene had deliberately prevented that happening. "Why?" Jan wondered, "She's had enough men since her divorce, even brought them to our home to spend the night while I slept in the next room." No, she wasn't in a good mood with Charlene.

While Charlene performed in the bathroom, Jan hobbled into the kitchen and started the coffee machine going. "What right has she to tell me whether or not I want to see him again. Maybe I will, if it is only to prove her wrong. Sometimes she is just too bossy." She made herself some toast, knowing her companion never had anything other than coffee for breakfast.

Soon she was alone in the house and decided a bath might help to ease the stiffness in her arse but the effect was minimal. Normally she didn't wear much or any make-up, just a touch of powder and a smear of lipstick but seeing her puffy face and reddened eyes in the mirror she decided apply a little colouring in case anyone came to the door. The lipstick she required was in her handbag. It brought back memories and she blushed as she remembered her embarrassment when Tom tipped the contents on his kitchen table. For a while she reminisced on the events of the previous day and her reactions to them. Not the outward reactions that everyone saw, but those she kept inside herself. "Why did I get so aroused when I had to lie naked on his legs? Why did I deliberately move my mound over his cock to tease him? Why was I so disappointed when Charlene stopped us?" She foraged for her lipstick. Instead she pulled out a tiny, exquisitely carved harvest mouse in the form of a ring. I wasn't something that could be worn for any length of time but she slipped it on her middle finger and the mouse looked to be clinging to it ready to run along the back of her hand.

"It's beautiful, really sweet," she cried out aloud, "But how did it get in my bag? Did Charlene put it there to get me into trouble again? I wouldn't put it past her. Or maybe he put it there. Surely not, but that's more likely than Charlene. She wouldn't have known about it and it wasn't one of the things he showed us last night. If he did it, did he want me to keep it? Or was he going to use it to accuse me of theft so he could spank me again?" All these thoughts spun in her head while she dressed. For once she had to forgo her jeans; they were too tight against her tender bottom, a skirt and a loose pair of knickers were much more comfortable. "What am I going to do about this mouse?" She looked at the clock, 10:45. "He'll be back in his workshop by now so I'll only get the answerphone or the 1571 service if he has it. Perhaps I had better walk over. Walk? Limp more likely. If I wait till Charlene comes back it will give him more time to accuse me of theft and in any case she'll want to do things her way and that might get me another spanking."

It was 11:10. Like the other day she went into the cemetery first and ascertained he was in his workshop before Jan starting to walk stiffly up Tom's drive. "How will he react? Will he start swearing and hollering again for disturbing him."

"Morn'n dear." Martha, who'd suddenly appeared in her garden, interrupted Jan's thoughts. "Did yer manage to get 'im to fill your survey in m'dear?"

"No Martha, he doesn't agree with it. Thinks it doesn't really affect him but we'll keep trying." She hoped that would perhaps explain her visit today.

"Yer must want to convince 'im badly. I saw tha two of yer visit yest'd'y." Martha hinted there was more to it than she was being told.

"We were invited to see his carvings."

"Yes dear, and tha ones in't back room noo doubt." Again Martha had that look that she was saying more than her words said. Jan shook her head and waved her "Good bye."

Tom was concentrating on carving the feathers of a sparrow hawk. The head was complete and now worked on the back where the work wasn't as demanding. His mind was not totally on the work this morning; not after last night. He wondered if he would ever see her again after the bossy bitch dragged her away. He laid the gouge down and picked up a veiner. "Tap, tap." Jan had waited until he wasn't actually carving before gently tapping on the window. He let her in.

"You come to ask me to carry on from where I left off last night?" Tom asked but there was no harshness in his voice. "I bet I could have comforted you better than bossy bitch." His face broke out into a wide grin and Jan had to laugh too.

"Perhaps you could've but I came about the mouse."

"Did you like it?"

"Yes, it's so lovely. Real cheeky expression on its little face. It's adorable but why? I don't understand why you put it in my bag." Jan looked puzzled.

"I don't know really. I suppose I wanted to make up for what I did to you. Wanted you to have something besides a sore arse, something that bossy bitch wouldn't have. Did you try it on?"

"Yes it fitted my middle finger just like the mouse was clinging to it."

"Good. Put it on again and let me see. It's the ring that made you come back. I put magic into it and any woman who wears it even for a short time will find me irresistible." Tom grinned. "Magic that would make you come back again. Keep it on for a while and you're mine. I don't know why I thought of putting it in your bag. Maybe the magic affected me too. It was a spur of the moment thing and the ring seemed appropriate for you."

Jan had a quick vision of Frodo and the ring of power but then laughed, "I guess it worked. You must have some pretty strong magic. You wanted to see me again? To see me or just to see my bare bottom?"

"Well I wouldn't mind seeing your bare bum again Jan," Tom smiled at her, "But more than that, I felt I wanted to see you as a person." Before Jan could react, Tom gave her a bear hug and a kiss. "Let's go make some lunch."

"How is your bum Jan? I see you don't walk normally so I guess it's stiff," Tom asked when they sat in the lounge on the same settee as he'd spanked her. "Can I see?"

"You can see but not touch with your hard hands," Jan laughed, she was beginning to enjoy the company of the scruffy looking man. Reaching under her skirt, she pushed her knickers down and then raised the hem so he had a clear view of her colourful rear.

"Sorry," Tom apologised, "I wouldn't have hit as hard if bossy bitch hadn't goaded me. In fact I didn't intend to spank you but I did hope to get my prick in your snatch." Tom was forthright in his intentions. "I wouldn't mind doing it now. Would you like some cream on your arse?"

"Or in my snatch as you so crudely put it?" They both laughed. "Perhaps we'd better just put cream on the outside for starters. It's been a long while since my husband died and this has come on so quickly. I know next to nothing about you."

"Except that you'll do what I tell you to do now you've accepted the magic of the mouse. If I tell you to open your legs ready for fucking, you'll do it won't you?"

"I don't know about that…" Jan stammered. Her mind wondered if she refused, would be tie her down and do it anyway. Tom's answer left her in no doubt.

"You will otherwise you won't have any choice. Let the magic do its work. Don't fight it. Now let's go into the bedroom and I can start soothing the outside of your bum."

"I don't think I should…Perhaps I ought to leave…"

"Stop fighting it Jan. You can't deny yourself." Tom grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his room and pushed her on to the unmade bed. Do you wish to take your clothes off voluntarily or shall I do it for you?" Jan decided to do it herself but even so her hands trembled so badly she couldn't undo her blouse and Tom had to do them for her. Seeing her shaking, Tom said quietly, "Jan, I'm not going to hurt you. It should be a pleasure for us both."

"Then why am I naked when you're not?" A hint of a smile lifted the corners of Jan's lips. She pointed the mouse at him, "Undress," she ordered.

"That's better," laughed Tom. "Help me off with my clothes. If you're afraid of pregnancy, I have a condom. There's no need to be nervous."

"No, that's not it. I'd probably be past that anyway. In any case I had a hysterectomy some years ago which is why I never had any children. It's just that seeing that thing of yours is so much bigger than Ben's, I don't know if…"

"Of course you can take it. I haven't known any women that can't but apart from my wife, well partner, there haven't been many." Tom pulled her close, crushing her breasts to his chest and kissed her. He kissed her again and forced his tongue into her mouth. French kissing was something she was used to doing with Charlene and could respond to with ease. More disconcerting was the prick trapped against her belly and the wetness of her cunt.

"Tom, I think I'd better have the internal cream first before it makes a mess over everything." Jan giggled like a schoolgirl a quarter of her age. "Please take it gently. The vibrator isn't anywhere near as big as you." Tom's entry was easier than either of them expected and he was soon pumping away while she squealed under him. With each thrust she could feel the tenderness of her bottom but that only seemed to arouse her further. Soon she cried out her climax and a minute or so later, Tom sent his cream into her body cavity.

"Thanks," Jan said, "I used to enjoy it with Ben, but that was great, especially after such a long time."

"The pleasure was all mine, Jan."

For a while they lay under the bedclothes, gently fondling each other but not talking much. Each engrossed in their own thoughts.

"I wonder what Charlene would say if she could see me now," Jan mused.