perfectplan

By the time Danny knocked on the front door of Adam's house, he had nearly convinced himself that his plan would work. He could not find a flaw, but neither could he explain the butterflies in his stomach.

Adam was his best friend. He had been to his house countless times. He'd slept there nearly as often as he'd slept at his own house. Coming to his house today was different. He wasn't really going there to see Adam. His friend, he knew, was not even home. It was Adam's mother he wanted to see. He'd known her virtually all his life. Recently he began to wonder when she had become beautiful. Not that he'd tell Adam that. No way. Who likes another guy's mom?

Danny liked her. The last time he was here, she had baked chocolate chip cookies and let Danny have one still warm from the oven. She had smiled at the chocolate that had melted on his mouth. She gently wiped it away with a soft napkin. She kissed his forehead and tousled his hair.   She poured a big glass of ice cold milk for him and watched him drink it. She had always done stuff like that but this time was different. Now she was beautiful. And she smelled good, too. And not just from the cookies, either, Danny realized. There was something else. Something like Spring about her. When had that happened? He blushed when he thought of the number of times she had bathed him and Adam when they were little. That was a long time ago. He was 12 now and she didn't treat him like a kid anymore.

When Aviva opened the door, she smiled at Danny. Her full mouth wore a truly red lipstick.

     "Hi," Danny greeted her, try to sound bright and casual at the same time.

     "Hi Sweetie. Come on in." Aviva stepped to the side to let Danny in.

     The words he had practiced repeatedly left his head and he stood in the entry way uncertain of how to proceed. Aviva put her hands on her hips and looked expectantly at Danny. Danny looked at her skirt. A short one that was sort of gathered at the waist where her fingers and long red nails gently caressed her hips. A skirt that skimmed the tops of her bare legs. He drew his attention away from her and looked at the floor while he tried to think of the words he had so carefully rehearsed. Instead, he was drawn to her feet, bare, not even in sandals, her toes as bright as her nails and lips.

     "Well," Aviva said, "this is a pleasant surprise. Did you come by just to see me?" she asked, her voice soft and musical

     She had told him recently that he could come over any time. Not just to see Adam, but any time. It had nearly killed him to wait two whole days before coming back, but he had to make sure that Adam was not going to be there.

"Uh, is Adam home?" Danny managed to ask, finally putting his plan into action. He looked directly into Aviva's deep blue eyes.

     Aviva smiled at him and took his hand. She led him into the den where they sat down on the sofa. She turned to Danny and combed her fingers through his hair. She touched his face with her soft hand.

     "Now, Sweetie, I think you know that Adam is taking his music lesson."

     "He is?" Danny asked, stunned at the news his friend was not at home.

     "Yes, he is. He's been taking music lessons on this day and at this time for the last five years."

     "Really?" Danny asked. Now all the time he had spent rehearsing this moment was paying off. "Oh, well," he tried to sound disappointed, "I guess I should just go, then, unless you think he'll be home soon."

     Aviva smiled, a world of knowledge contained in a single grin.

     "Now, Danny, you're not really trying to tell me that you didn't know that Adam wasn't home, are you?" Aviva asked gently.

     Danny blushed. He wanted to look away but his eyes refused to look anywhere other than her perfect face. "I guess, maybe, I think I probably forgot?"

     Aviva pouted. "You mean you didn't come over just to see me?"

     Danny grinned from ear to ear. "Yeah! I did!" he eagerly confessed. His plan had called for him to spend the afternoon with her, pretending to wait for Adam while she baked cookies and they talked. He had not realized that she would have been so
disappointed that he had not come to see her.

"It sounds like you told a little fib, Danny," she gently chided.

     Danny shrugged. "I don't know. I guess I ..."

     "You know that when Adam does something naughty, like fibbing, I turn him over my knee and spank him," Aviva said brightly.

     Danny froze. Of course he knew that. It was no secret that both boys got spanked by their mothers when they misbehaved. After all his careful planning, would his beautiful Aviva tell his mother what he had done?

     "You are like a son to me, Sweetie," Aviva said. "And I don't think I can let you get away with fibbing to me. I think I'd better spank you."

     "Huh?" Danny blurted. This was not part of the plan. How could she think of spanking him like he was just some kid or something."No!"

     "No?" Aviva pouted again. "Shall I call your mother? Would you prefer that she spank you?"

     Danny stared in disbelief. How had this gone so wrong? He began to doubt he could carry out his plan now. Besides that, he couldn't let Aviva tell his mother. Not only would she spank him, she would know. She would know what he was doing here.

     "No, don't call her," Danny said, trying to sound calm.

     "All right, then, let's get those pants down," Aviva suggested.

     Danny sat on the sofa as though paralyzed. Aviva stood up and brought Danny with her. She leaned over and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants before tugging them down. He inhaled her light, clean fragrance. His face touched her soft hair. Aviva sat down and motioned to Danny to get over her lap. He stood looking at her. She took his wrist and, with a slight tug, pulled him over her thighs. One side of Danny's face rested on the sofa. His legs were stretched out behind him. His bottom was directly on top of Aviva's lap. This was not an unfamiliar position, but the feel of Aviva's bare thighs under him, instead of his mother's, was a new sensation.

     She patted his bottom. He tightened his entire body against the jiggle he felt.

     "You did such a naughty thing!" she exclaimed, spanking lightly over his thin cotton briefs. "I'm so disappointed that you lied to me, Sweetie," she sang, spanking the middle of
Danny's bottom.

     "I'm sorry," Danny called out, his face redder than his bottom. This wasn't even a spanking, he thought. Adam was lucky.

     "Oh, Sweetie, are you sorry? Really?" Aviva asked.

     "Yes! Yes, I really am!" Danny swore.

     "Let's just make sure you've learned your lesson," Aviva suggested. She lifted the waistband of Danny's briefs and expertly pulled them down, uncovering his plump bottom, sliding them down his thighs to his knees.

     "Oh, no! Not that!" Danny pleaded.

     "A spanking is not a spanking unless it's given right on the bare bottom," Aviva sang, punctuating her statement with crisp spanks back and forth across Danny's chubs.

     "Ow!" Danny cried. "Ow! That hurts!"

     "Of course it does, naughty boy!" Aviva agreed, spanking a little harder now. Spanking all over Danny's bottom with a flurry of smacks.

     Danny began to kick and squirm.

     "Oooh! You're just like my Adam," Aviva said while she spanked. "Kicking and squirming. Trying to get away from the spanking you earned. Weren't you naughty? Didn't you tell me a
little fib?" Aviva asked, spanking the tops of Danny's thighs.

     "Yes! Yes, I did. I'm sorry."

     "That's so sweet! I know you are. Are you going to do it again?" she asked spanking up both sides of Danny's bottom.

     "No! I'll never do it again," Danny vowed.

     "No? Are you sure?" she asked smiling while continuing to smack Danny's succulent flesh.

     "Yes! Yes, I'm sure. Never!"

     "Why did you come over today, Sweetie?" Aviva asked, smacking one cheek heartily and waiting a few seconds before spanking the other.

     "To see you!" Danny confessed and burst into tears. "You said I could come over any time."

     "Of course you may come over any time. I love to see you. You didn't have to fib to me. I'd be thrilled to hear that you came over just to see me!" Aviva explained as she spanked Danny's deeply pink bottom.

     "Ohhh!" Danny moaned and wept.

     "Are you going to be a good boy now?" Aviva asked. "No more naughty lies?"

     "I will be good! No more lies, I promise!" Danny cried.

     Aviva smoothed her hand over Danny's hot bottom, soothing out the heat.

     "That's what I wanted to hear, Sweetie. I know you're a good boy."

     Danny relaxed his body while Aviva glided her hand over his stinging bottom. He wanted to lie over her lap all day.

     "Stand up now, Sweetie. Your spanking is all over."

     Reluctantly Danny stood. Aviva took his face in her hands and brought it to her mouth, lightly kissing his lips. "Promise me you'll be a good boy."

     Danny nodded. "I will," he said hoarsely.

     Aviva winked. To Danny's immense embarrassment, she leaned over and pulled up his briefs. She smiled up at him before pulling up his pants and tucking in his shirt.

     She stood and hugged him. He snuggled into her shoulder.

     "Let's go into the kitchen," Aviva suggested. "I'll make some cookies and we can talk."

     Danny smiled up at her. At last his plan was working.