Susie's Secret - Part 2

Susanna looked different the following morning. Her complexion had more of a glow, more of that girlish softness. She ran a brush through her blond hair, a simple task given that the tresses were straight and fine, cut just a tad above her shoulders. She watched herself in the mirror of the apartment's small bathroom, saw her green eyes glisten, and then allowed the broad smile to appear.

There was still alot of little girl in the woman's body, still a great deal of naivete in an otherwise mature and intelligent mind. She hated not knowing about things, and being a young woman, especially disliked not knowing about sex, lust, and it's varieties, one of which she engaged in the night before. It wasn't as if she hadn't learned a little about the concept of domination and discipline, only that Susanna didn't know why SHE should be thinking and doing and dreaming things that "normal" people didn't.

Susanna laid the brush down on the vanity, and like all females, stepped back to pose. She turned this way and that, peering along her delicate curves for obvious flaws. She was a pretty thing, though she always thought her ass and thighs were a bit "plump", and even as she looked at herself, a look of dismay appeared as she ran her palms over the seat of her tight, faded-blue jeans. She shunned a bra on the warm spring day, opting for just the tank-top, a white garment with spaghetti-straps to show off her silky shoulders.

Again, the feeling hit. It came out of the blue and again, Susanna didn't understand why. Her palm stroked her pants a little slower before she yanked the hand away from it's carress, at the same instant drawing in a long breath to force the willpower to do it. Susanna then loped quickly from the bathroom sternly, ignoring the tickle that traversed the length of her legs.

"I don't have time for this shit!" She told herself in no uncertain terms, feeling like some kind of addict.

The small apartment was sparse, for the most part, the kitchen being only an off-shoot of the living room, which served as bedroom as well. The blond yanked the covers from the sofa-bed, laid them in a heap beside her as she tossed her pillows into the corner. There was then straining, a short grunt given from the petite beauty as she folded the heavy metal frame back into the couch. The chore of straightening-up sped along then as Susanna pulled the chair into place and dragged the oaken coffee table from the wall back into it's proper position before the sofa. Then, just as she stooped to pick up the bed-linens, Susanna paused curiously.

The feeling had gone.

At first, Susanna contemplated it. Again she asked herself why, and as usual, she didn't know. Finally the young woman shook it off, and took the linnens into the kitchenette, depositing them in her rapidly-filling laundry basket.

"Okay-okay" She told the basket of dirty clothes, towels, and linens, lamenting her new task but resigning herself to it. She hefted the basket into her arms, then struggled with it as she fumbled for the door.

The apartment sat atop the garage and workshop of her landlord. Jim, or "old-man-Jim" as some of the townsfolks called him, though he wasn't that old, was a maker and purveyor of furniture by desire, a handy-man by necessity. And as Susanna carefully descended the stairs that led down from her apartment, her ears caught the sounds of the man plying his trade.

"Oh, crap." She whispered, stopping suddenly, remembering that it was the third of the month. Rent was due on the first.

Once more, Susanna felt a shiver run the length of her spine and butterflies swarmed in her stomach as a sharp quivering covered her ass. Again, it would be a perfectly normal and reasonable feeling to have for anyone else, but Susanna wasn't anyone else. Her feelings came with fleeting images of a most lurid fashion.

Susanna again fought off the imagery, took a deep breath as she coaxed her legs to move onward, albeit slowly. She had to take another breath then as she reached the opening of the garage, then tried the best she could to smile perkily as she took her basket to the rear of the building where the washer and dryer sat.

"Hi Uncle Jim" Susanna greeted, purposely giving the words more of a happy-go-lucky inflection.

Jim wasn't her uncle. He was though, an old and dear friend of the family who'd known Susanna's mother since high-school. He was also one of the conditions that Susanna's mother had set forth after she and her daughter had their falling out. It had been a typical argument that day after the pretty blond admitted her spanking dreams; Mother chastizing in disgust, daughter arguing back about understanding, mother lecturing about perverted and "slutty" behavior, daughter threatening to leave home and finding "...Someone who understands me..."

After things had calmed, The elder woman told Susanna that if she must leave, to do three things for her. One was to get a job, the second was her insistance to stay with Jim so that she'd feel better knowing someone was looking out for the nubile young lady, and the the third was to not "...Be a burden..."

Susanna failed at two of the three.

"Hey Susie..." Jim smiled back as he adjusted his table-saw for some work. "...Laundry day?"

Susanna liked Jim. He was twice her age, though his pale face was chiseled with life's experiences and made him look a little older. He was tall, plain really, not handsome nor ugly, and his smile was sincere and easy. The man had never married, although some of the women in town had tried to bag this man who was gainfully employed, owned his own property, and exhibited a gentlemanly kindness to everyone and everything.

Susanna glanced at the man's blue eyes. "Yeah..." She offered, "...I keep forgetting mom isn't running around picking up after me. Time to be more responsible, I guess."

Jim's smile shortened, the eyes twinkled. "I'm glad you figured that out Susie..." He half-joked. "...I guess I'll be getting the rent soon then?"

The girl froze a moment while anxiety thrust itself into her mind and body. Her thighs clenched and her knees buckled slightly as she felt her heart jump. The quivering in her young ass intensified and the dull ache in her stomach persisted. Susanna felt weird, and the lewd images in her mind lingered a little longer.

"About that..." Suzie breathed, feeling the soft face warming with a blush that had nothing to do with what she was talking about, "...I've been looking, but haven't found a job yet."

Jim noted the girl working a bit more quickly in sorting the laundry out for washing. He noted as well the soft pants of breath and the delicate tremble in her tone. The older man rather liked Susie's trepidation about the matter. He then chuckled a little.

"Calm down Dear..." He urged slyly. "...It's not that big of deal..."

Jim then paused, admired the soft curves of the young lady as her shaking hand fumbled for the dials on the washer. "Besides..." He now added, "...It's not like I'm going to spank you."

In the instant it took for the word to register in the brain of the darling girl, Susanna fell apart. She heaved breath as her face contorted in humiliation, the skin red with embarrassment. Her entire body began to feel limp and the shivering of her lips told her she was about to cry. The young woman turned, faced Jim directly, saw the strange glee in the older man's face. It now dawned on Susanna that her mother told him, hitting the nubile creature like a sledge-hammer.

Susanna darted as the tears began to break from her eyes, as sobs left the quivering lips. The girl ran for the apartment, and Jim realized he had gone a little too far. He called out after her, getting a brief apology out before he heard the pounding of Susanna's feet running up the stairs, followed by the slamming of the apartment door.


To Be Continued...