Our Time Is Now 4

Our Time is Now

book four

by Thomas Weaver

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2010 Thomas Weaver

Published by Strict Publishing International

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Chapter One: Lady Jane and The Right Honourable Member

Wake up, sleepy head, I heard Mary saying. Come on, wake up. Breakfast is on and you’ve got five minutes to get downstairs, otherwise I’ll eat it all because I’m starving and I could eat a horse,

What time is it? I asked sleepily. Are we not having a bit before we get up?

What? Do you mean it? Mary asked, putting her knee up onto the bed, ready to get on but sounding unsure.

No, I don’t think I do, I said throwing back the covers to show her as I lifted one limp article. I think you’ve broken it.

Not possible, Mary said. It’s eight o’clock. Come on, move yourself. Four minutes.

On the way downstairs, I could smell bacon and eggs. The aroma of it floated up to meet me, making me realise how hungry I was. My mouth watered as I sat and Mary placed the breakfast on the table: bacon, eggs and fried bread.

Blimey, Mary, you’ve gone overboard on this one. I’m not eating your rations am I?

The bacon is tinned and the eggs are from a few gardens up from here, Mary said as she sat down, starting to eat.

What? You didn’t nick them, did you?

Nick what?

The eggs. You said they were from a few gardens up.

Oh, she said. Stop talking tommyrot and eat your breakfast,

Who’s doing the pun now? I asked, starting to tuck in. What time is Pat due in?

About five o’clock. Now you’re wide awake and it’s morning, has it all been as special as I said it would be? Mary asked.

What we’ve been doing has been sensational, but it ends for a while when Pat comes back, I told her. I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams what we did and how we both got into it. It was so natural and we pulled no punches either, did we?

I tried not to. I wanted to make it very special, Mary said. But I wish we had just a few more days, she added wistfully.

Me too. You’d seen me before yesterday, but I had not seen much of you, only the odd bits. Blimey, Mary, you’re gorgeous and so comfortable with me. I never thought you’d act and do things in front of me in the same way you would when you were fully clothed,

Once we got started, I decided it was all or nothing, and everything thrown in! Mary said. And what do you mean by ‘odd bits’? I don’t have any odd bits, do I?

The odd bits in the right places on everything there is to see. Why? You’re not embarrassed, are you?

No, I’ve nothing to hide not from you. Anyway, when I’m like that with you, you can do just about whatever you like. But, like you said, anything as long as it doesn’t hurt.

I did smack your bum if that’s what you mean, but that was at your request,

That does not hurt; it may smart a bit sometimes, Mary said, But I think my bum is only as slim as it is because of all the attention you’ve given it over the past six or seven months.

You don’t have to say if you don’t want to, but does it make you feel like it? You know, one minute you’re just doing something and I come along and smack it. Does it get to you?

It might do. What makes you feel that way? Turns you on? Mary asked.

Turns me on! You. I’ve only got to see you and I want you. Where did you learn that expression? I asked. Turns me on?

In work. I heard the girls use it. They see a bloke they like and say, ‘He turns me on… that really turns me on… I don’t get turned on until…’ They use it all the time, mostly when it comes to sex. I’ve never thought of using it until now,

Everything about you turns me on. I’m turned on now, just sitting here talking about it, and I was going to ask for a refresher look at all you’ve got again so I will never forget,

We have to clean this place up first, Mary said and started collecting the plates. I haven’t touched a thing since yesterday morning, except a few dishes and then we’ve some shopping to do. We don’t want Pat coming home to that empty larder, do we?

No, right, I said, joining her at the sink. Where do we start?

Take your hand off my bum and go and stoke the fire. By the way, that rubber is still on the dressing table. Go and flush it down the toilet, and the others with it.

I did as Mary asked and flushed all but one of the rubbers. While I was doing it, something that had been in the back of my mind now came to the front.

Back in the kitchen, I watched Mary stacking the dishes in the cupboard.

All done, Mary said. I’ll change and make up the bed when we get back,

Erm, Mary there is something I want to ask you, but you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.

Oh, you sound serious, Tommy. What is it?

When I smacked your bum and you talked about it, you sounded as if you had been smacked before?

Did I? Oh! No, I haven’t. At least, not the way you’re thinking. No one else has ever been near me or touched like you have, as you remember I already told you. It’s a Scandinavian thing?

I nodded. Yes.

Some years ago Pat and Joan went to Sweden for their holidays. Something tells me they had heard about the place before they went and, dare I say it, they talked of something called ‘free love’. They were very excited about it. When they got back, they really must have forgotten that I was here sometimes, because of what they were saying about it. It sounded as though they really enjoyed themselves. Also, when they came back Joan stayed with us for a while and I was helping them to unpack, like kids do. When I say kids, I think I must have been about fourteen or fifteen. I can’t remember, really, but when I looked in Joan’s open suitcase there was some of those twigs I was telling you about, and a book. The book opened and I caught a glimpse of it. It was about massaging and bum smacking. Joan took the book off me when she saw me looking at it, but I read it later. I actually went searching for it and read it a few times, as Joan had not thought to hide it very well. I don’t know what you’re going to think of me, but when I read it and saw the pictures, I liked them and wondered what it would be like. I even tried to smack my own bum, but it did nothing for me,

I interrupted Mary. Blimey, Mary, come over here and sit on my knee,

Mary came around the table and sat on my knee with an Oops, Tommy, you like what I’m telling you, then?

Yeah, it’s smashing so far. Go on, what’s next?

I am being totally honest with you, because I suppose the way I was talking it might sound like I had done it before, but I haven’t. I put what happened next down to coincidence that it happened after I had seen the book about the bum smacking and I really wondering what it would be like, Mary paused, seeming to be thinking.

"It was one of the lads I went out with some months before I met up with you. On our first date, we went to the pictures and he behaved himself. The second time we went out, he tried to touch my breasts and I stopped him, then he tried for my bum and I stopped him again. When I did stop him, he smacked my bum hard and it hurt through my thin dress. I pushed him off and belted him across the face, but it was like there was a flashback to the book in my mind, and I asked him, ‘Why the heck did you do that?’ He said it was supposed to get girls in the mood.

Well, it bloody didn’t, I told him. Sod off and don’t come near me again,

But although it still smarted as I went in and up the stairs to my room, the feeling got to me somehow. I felt a little excitement as I dropped my pants in front of the mirror and looked at the big red hand mark on my bum, which had now more or less stopped smarting and was getting a warm to hot glow about it. I felt it, and it did feel hot. Once, I’d heard someone, somewhere say, ‘Getting the Hots’ and I wondered if this was what they meant, but as I thought about it, I also thought, ‘Not with just anybody’ and that, I think, is it. So it’s all out in the open now."

I was randy myself now, and the idea of my doing it to Mary really got me going.

Should we do it now? I asked. You’ve got me going, and I don’t think I could walk upright down the street.

I could see Mary brain turning over, and her eyes flicked as she thought about it.

Okay, she said. Will we do it here?

Yes. Stand up.

Mary stood in front of me. I lifted her dress and pulled on her pants until they were down, and she stepped out of them as I held up her dress.

Don’t just look, Tommy. Kiss me or something.

"I can’t help it, sweetheart. I can never get enough of looking at you. The slightest thing we do I want to last forever, so