Volunteer Impact

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Mary Catherine Whitney & Dean Andrew Michaels.

"Knock . . . knock . . . knock . . ."

I looked up from my computer at the sharp knock on my front door. 10:23 am. A smile came to my face as I hit the save button and raced to the door. At this time of morning there was only one person it could be.

I looked through the peephole just to be sure and unconsciously tucked a stray lock of hair back behind my ear as I opened the door. I was glad I'd already showered and gotten dressed this morning instead of working in my pj's the way I did most mornings.

There he was - tall, broad-shouldered, a ready smile on his face. For the hundredth time, I wondered if UPS specifically recruited their drivers just to give me endless hours of fantasy material. It was a shame they picked such an unflattering color for their uniforms, but the snug shorts Seth was wearing showed off his muscular legs and his arms strained under the weight of an armload of packages.

"Hiya Seth. Cutting it a bit close this morning aren't you?" I teased as I held the door open wider to let him inside.

"Just a little, there was a fender bender on the freeway this morning heading out of town. But it's still before 10:30 and you're my last next day delivery of the morning."

"Are all those for me?" I asked.

"That's what the labels say. Looks like you're doing research for another software story. I've got Macromedia, Adobe, a bunch of companies I've never even heard of like Allaire . . ."

"Yeah, I'm testing web creation programs," I interrupted as I spotted a box that was too small to contain software. I blushed suddenly, wondering what Seth would think if he knew that instead of CD-ROM's and technical manuals, that one of the boxes contained a small wooden paddle, the result of my most recent online shopping spree. Actually that wasn't *really* what I wondered-or at least not the only thing. What I truly wanted to know was what it might be like to be spanked by Seth with that paddle.

"Just in the hallway or do you want them in your office?" Seth asked as he put the boxes down briefly on the hall table and wrote the time and number of packages on line 12 of his clipboard.

"Office please," I responded as I closed the door behind him and locked it.

Seth quickly made his way down the short hall to my home office and placed the stack of software boxes next to my desk. "I don't know how you do it," he said as he looked around the crowded room.

"Do what?" I asked.

"Work at home. It'd drive me crazy," Seth replied.

"Oh, no it's not so bad," I said. "I get way more done than if I was in an office. Besides, I have an active fantasy life to keep me amused."

He turned and smiled, raising an eyebrow. "Fantasy life, huh? Is that what this is for?" he asked as he handed me the small box.

I blushed furiously. There was no way he could possibly know what was in that box! "Uhmmm . . . I was just joking," I said quickly.

We began walking back through the house toward my front door. As we entered the living room he said quietly, "I don't think you were."

I turned around so quickly I ran directly into Seth, the small box crushed between us. It was like hitting a brick wall head-on and if it hadn't been for him quickly reaching out to steady me I would've fallen down for sure.

I looked at him and blushed. Despite all the questions running through my mind I couldn't think of a word to say. Without a sound he led me over to the sofa, sat down and patted the spot next to him.

I sat tentatively, the box on my lap. I turned it over and over unable to meet his eyes.

Seth let me sit in silence a moment, and then asked, "Do you want to tell me about what's in the box?"

I shook my head, too embarrassed to speak.

He gently took the box out of my hands and put it on the other side of the couch. "It's okay, you don't have to tell me if you don't want to."

"Thanks," I said quietly. I looked up at the clock and said, "Don't you have to get going? I don't want you to get in trouble or anything Seth and I know you've got a ton of deliveries. Besides, I should really get back to work."

"I've got time. I've got all the time you need," he replied. He paused a moment and asked, "Have you ever heard of the UPS volunteer impact program?"

"Sure, I've seen stuff about it on your web site. It's about helping people in your community, right?" I said.

"That's right. It's all about giving people a helping hand when they need it." Seth took my hand then and squeezed it. "There's something you've been needing for a long time, isn't there?"

I blushed furiously. He couldn't possibly know, possibly understand what it was that I really needed.

"Isn't there?" he repeated, in the same quiet, reassuring voice.

I nodded finally.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, then I finally asked, "How did you know? I don't seem like the type who would . . . well you know . . ."

"There isn't a type you know. It could be your stockbroker or your dentist or the UPS man." He smiled and pushed my hair out of my eyes. "It can even be the girl next door - like you."

"But how . . ."

"I recognized a lot of the names on your packages. I might not know exactly what sorts of things Alien Skin sells, but I know what Adam and Gillian carries. Besides, how many girls keep a riding crop on top of their computer?" he asked.

"I ride!" I said emphatically.

"That may be young lady, but suspect your bottom has felt the kiss of that crop more than any horses' flank has!"

I laughed, feeling the huge knot that had formed in my stomach begin to unwind.

When I quieted down again Seth asked, "Would you like a helping hand?"

"Yes."

I wanted to say a lot more . . . but when it came down to it, "Yes" was enough.

The next few minutes became a blur . . . I felt Seth squeeze my hand one more time before he helped me to my feet. I stood between his knees somewhat unsteadily.

"You sure?" he asked.

I nodded and, taking a deep breath, smiled tentatively back.

He gave me a friendly pat on the seat of my jeans. "I think these need to come down then."

I blushed and nodded again, feeling flustered as though it were the first time I was performing this ritual that had taken place a hundred times before.

I fumbled with the button on my jeans, my fingers slipping twice before Seth took my small hands in his large ones and brought them down to my sides. "Let me," he said.

I bit my lip and shifted slightly from foot to foot as I watched as his hand move to unfasten my jeans. "And stop fidgeting!" he added.

My blush turned brighter and I clasped my hands behind my back. I watched as he unbuttoned the top of my jeans, gently lowered the zipper and slowly slid the snug denim over my hips until they pooled in a tangled twist around my feet.

"Over gently," Seth said as he eased me across his lap, my stomach pressed against his strong thighs. I sighed with relief. I felt like I was back where I belonged after a lifetime in exile.

Seth's hand rubbed my bottom over my panties. "Mmmmm," I said as I arched my back, bringing my bottom up slightly to increase the contact between his hand and my backside. It had been a long time . . . nearly a year since I'd broken up with Jake. I didn't think I'd ever find myself in this position again.

With agonizing slowness Seth slipped a single finger into the waistband of my pink flowered panties and began to ease them over my upturned cheeks.

"Ohhhhh . . . no, not down . . ." I gasped.

He stopped a moment and said wryly, "Has it been so long that you've forgotten that it's always much more effective on the bare?"

I shook my head and silenced my protests. I knew it was more effective that way. I should be embarrassed, ashamed . . . I barely even knew Seth . . . but I wasn't. The only thing I felt was an overwhelming sense of wanting-and needing.

I felt Seth ease my panties down until they settled at mid-thigh. His arm tightened around my waist securely. I closed my eyes and felt the rush of cool air, his hand stroking my bottom, calmly, gently . . . waiting . . . waiting . . .

"SMACK!"

I gasped with surprise at the small sting.

"SMACK!"

His hand was solid and reassuring. I closed my eyes and unconsciously lifted my bottom slightly to meet his palm.

"SMACK . . . SMACK . . . SMMMAACKK!"

He started out slow and steady, careful to spread the spanks out across both cheeks.

"SMACK . . . SMACK . . . SMACK . . .SMMMAAAACKKKKK!"

Each swat made me lift slightly higher, my chest and knees pressed into the sofa, my bottom rising up to meet his hand.

He stopped for a moment and rubbed my bottom. "Good girl. I like how you're lifting up for me like that."

I couldn't answer, at least not in a coherent way. I raised my bottom another fraction of an inch higher to show him I'd heard what he said.

"SMACKKK . . . SMMAAAACKKK . . . CRRRAAAACKKKK . . . SMAAAACKKKK!!!!"

When my bottom was a nice, even pink he paused and patted my bare cheeks, waiting for me to relax back onto his lap. "I think it's time to see exactly what you had me deliver today."

I moaned with anticipation as I heard him pick up the small box and open it.

"This is very nice. You certainly have excellent taste," he said as he examined the small, heart-shaped bloodwood paddle I'd purchased from The Toybag. He tapped the paddle sharply against one cheek, and then rubbed it against the other in small circles as he spoke. I squirmed across his knees, waiting for the paddle to land.

"I think a dozen will help christen this lovely little toy," he said as he raised the paddle above my bottom, then added as it began its downward journey toward my upturned bottom, "on each cheek of course."

"SSSMMMAACCCCCK!"

"Ohhhhh!" I exclaimed breathlessly as a tingling warmth spread across my left cheek.

"WHHAAAPPP!!!"

"MMMM . . . OOWWW!!" A matching hot spot flared across my right cheek.

"SMAACCK . . . WHAAAAP . . . CRAAACK!"

Two-dozen hot smacks fell across my bottom, bringing a bloom of rosy color to my cheeks.

Afterward, Seth helped me to my feet and said, "You can go ahead and pull up your panties and jeans now young lady."

I blushed furiously and slowly eased my panties back over my smarting, reddened bottom. "Owwhhhh!" I exclaimed as the thin cotton settled snugly against my cheeks once my jeans went up over my hips again.

He looked up at me and raised an eyebrow as I exclaimed and my sounds of protest turned into a slight giggle. "I thought so. Obviously next time I'll need to spank you a bit longer - and harder brat."

"I am NOT a . . ." my voice faded and I whispered "Next time?" a bit incredulously.

"Of course," he said with a smile. He ruffled my hair and added, "and I'm looking forward to giving you another warm delivery soon."

I now understand what *volunteer impact* really means and I returned his smile in anticipation of a repeat performance.

I walked him to the door and signed for my packages. "There, that makes it official," he said as he tucked his clipboard under his arm.

"Thanks Seth," I replied shyly. "I guess I'll see you soon."

He flashed me a big smile and a wink, then headed down the path toward his delivery van.

I went back inside, sat gingerly on the straight-backed chair in my office. My bottom had a delicious hot glow across the sit spot and I squirmed slightly to increase the sensation. I logged onto the Internet, quickly heading to the Adam and Gillian web site. Ten minutes later I'd placed my order and filled out the shipping information. I paused as I reviewed my shipping options-Standard Ground, Three Day Express or UPS Overnight Service.

With a smile on my face I checked the box for overnight delivery.

My new cane would arrive in the morning and I wondered what Seth would think of it. I decided tomorrow I'd wear my gymslip and knickers. After all, he isn't the only one who can look good in uniform!

If you'd like to email Mary Catherine about Volunteer Impact, write: marycatherine@saintfrancis-sfg.net