Monday, May 05, 2014

The Cable Guy

© Guyspencer 2014
The Cable Guy

Harry the cable guy drove one of those familiar vans with the name of his company emblazoned on the side.  On the surface, it appeared that Harry’s main job was to install cable service for new customers and to make service calls when those customers had problems.  While Harry did that, his company made it very clear to him that his “real” job was to sell cable service.  “Selling” meant that he was to convince his customers that they needed the fastest Internet service, the most complete package of TV programming, along with the company’s premium telephone service, and also their new home security service!

Harry served fewer clients than the company’s other service technicians, and his customers seemed to need more frequent service calls from him.  You would expect that to be a problem, but the management loved Harry because he had the highest per-customer sales of any other technician.  In fact, he was the only technician whom customers asked for by name!  If the callers were told that Harry wasn’t available, the result was always “no sale”.

Company management was a bit suspicious of Harry’s sales methods, but purposely didn’t investigate because they didn’t want to “kill the goose that lays the golden eggs”.  The closest anyone came was once at a Christmas party when a slightly tipsy Superintendent privately brought up the subject with Harry. 

“I know your biggest worry,” Harry said, “even though you’re afraid to ask.  You’ve probably noticed that most of my clients are women.”

The Superintendent nodded.

Cold sober, Harry looked straight into the man’s eyes, “But I have never had sex with a client, and I never will.  That’s all you really need to know.  Isn’t it?”

Seeing the truth in Harry eyes, the superintendent nodded his agreement and then fled.     


Amanda was so nervous she was afraid she would puke.  She had called the cable company five times before they finally agreed to send Harry.  Today was the day!  A computerized voice from the cable company had told her to expect the technician to arrive sometime between ten AM and noon.  She looked at the clock, 11:10.

When the cable van finally stopped in front of her house, poor Amanda had an unwelcome nervous reaction; she suddenly and urgently needed to pee!  The cable man was walking towards her door, so she had to choose: Run to the bathroom and risk him leaving, or chance the delay entailed in opening the door. 

She made her choice.  Dancing a bit, she opened the door.

He stood in the door holding a tool bag in one hand and a clipboard in the other.  “Amanda Caldwell?”  He asked pleasantly.

Quickly she replied “Harry?”

“Yes,” he replied, “That’s me.”

“Harry please excuse me,” she said, mincing on her toes.  “I have an urgent two-minute mission, and then I’ll be right back.”

Harry smiled knowingly, “Sometimes I have that effect on ladies.  Go do what you must.  I understand.”

As promised, Amanda quickly returned, this time for a less hurried introduction, where she made sure that this was “the” Harry, the one who had been recommended by her friend Elizabeth.  Sure enough, she established that this man was indeed “that” Harry.

“Then may I assume that I’m not here just to install your new Internet service?” Harry inquired.

Amanda blushed scarlet, “I n-need you to do the s-same for me that you do for Elizabeth.”

Dropping all pretense, Harry ordered, “Tell me precisely what that is Amanda.  What would you like me to do for you?”  

It seemed impossible, but Amanda blushed even more, “I need you to s-s-spank my bottom.  Err, Sir.”

“OK,” he said in a businesslike tone.  “I’ll just run out to my van.  I will need my err, other tool bag, and some extra paperwork.  Then we’ll have a little talk.”

Harry returned with another tool bag and a document.  He motioned Amanda to the dinette table and sat down with her, “OK, tell me why you want to get your bottom spanked.”

Amanda surprised him by looking directly in his eye, “I could feed you some sort of bullshit like I want to stop smoking or something, but the fact is I’m just a bad girl looking for a thrill.  This is my fantasy.  I’ve always wanted to be a spanked girl, but I want it without any entanglements.”

“If you don’t want entanglement, you’ve come to the right person,” he agreed, “but if you’re looking for a thrill involving sex, forget it.  I’ll only be your disciplinarian, not your boyfriend.”

“That’s perfect!” Amanda said.

“Also,” Harry continued, “there is no direct charge for my services, but your cable monthly bill will continue to increase until you have bought a full suite of our products, meaning the top tier of our Internet, television, telephone, and home security.  After we have accomplished that, then I will be able to make regular “service calls” for no additional charge.  Will that be affordable for you?”

“Yes.” Amanda agreed, “That sounds fair enough to me.”           

Next, he allowed Amanda to view the contents of his “tool bag”.  Her eyes grew wide at the contents.  She pulled out a hairbrush-sized hardwood paddle with an elegant finish and handled it appreciatively. 

“Just so you know, I may use any of these on you in any given session,” he explained, “But for this first session we’ll just go with a nice hard hand spanking.  Is that OK with you?”

Soberly, she nodded.     

Next, Harry produced a professionally written airtight disclaimer for her to sign, which absolved him and his employer of any legal issues resulting from Amanda’s discipline sessions. 

Without even bothering to read, Amanda signed the disclaimer along with a service order for the cable company’s top-tier Internet service.

Harry put the papers away, then spoke with new authority in his voice, “OK young lady, now you are really in for it!

He pointed to an empty corner.  “Remove everything from your bellybutton down, and then put yourself into that corner.  From now on, that’s how I expect to find you when I arrive.”

Amanda’s eyes bulged, her mouth opened as if she were about to say this was all some big mistake.  But then she took action.  Sitting in her chair, she kicked off her shoes and removed her socks.  Then, as Harry looked on appreciatively, she stood to complete her unveiling.

Favoring Harry with one last frightened look, the half-naked lady obediently put herself into the specified corner. 

Leaving Amanda to stew in her corner, Harry picked up his “real” tool bag and went about the business of connecting a new cable modem.  He disconnected Amanda’s computer from his competition’s Internet service and connected it to her new super fast service.  As he tested out her computer, he mischievously inserted a bookmark for a site called “The Library of Spanking Fiction”.  He had little doubt that she would enjoy what she found there.   


It wasn’t only Harry’s employer who needed his reassurance about no sex with his clients.  There was also Harry’s wife, June, to consider.  You may find it surprising, but Harry withheld nothing from her.   After all, she was an ex-customer!  Every evening he shared stories of his spanking adventures, to their mutual stimulation!  Yes, it had taken a leap of faith for June to believe that Harry always kept his pants on and his zipper zipped whilst cavorting with his half-naked customers.  But gradually she came to understand that, as much as Harry enjoyed spanking a variety of female bare bottoms, he only loved her and he was a truly faithful husband.

However, June hedged her bets!  To their mutual delight, June reduced Harry’s temptation level by keeping him constantly, lovingly, sexually depleted.  And Harry’s favorite, most spankable, bottom was fortunately attached to June!    


With the computer modem connected and tested, Harry put away his tools and then stood behind Amanda, regarding her critically.  Sensing his presence, the lady squirmed nervously.  Harry noticed the squirm, and smiled knowingly. 

Amanda was in her early thirty’s, but kept herself well.  The view Harry was receiving, Amanda’s rear aspect, was especially pleasing to him.  Amanda was slim, with a classically  female hourglass figure.  The years may have padded her hips a bit, but to Harry’s eyes that just made her that much more feminine.

Her bottom was perfect, round and unmarked, but Harry frowned critically at one glaring flaw in its presentation.  Amanda’s blouse covered the top inch of each cheek, obscuring the area where her two delightful cheeks met at the top. 

She jumped at the sound of her voice, “Amanda, if I were to order you to turn around right now, would I be able to see your bellybutton?”

As if she didn’t already know the answer, Amanda looked down at her blouse-covered belly, “No sir.”

“Then think back to my directions.” he ordered in a firm voice, “ Didn’t I say I wanted you uncovered from your bellybutton down?”     

“Yes sir,” she agreed, “Sorry sir.”

Quickly she unbuttoned the offending blouse, shrugged out of it, and dropped it to the floor.  Amanda was now clad only in her lacy bra.

Particularly with these “first” encounters, Harry walked a fine line.  On one hand he didn’t want to disappoint, so he always delivered a very real spanking.  On the other hand, he didn’t want to scare off a promising new client by being needlessly severe.  For this reason, the first spanking was always with his hand only.  Also, he had carefully questioned Amanda about her spanking fantasy.  He considered himself a spanking professional, and knew to carefully tailor the lady’s first experience to match her personal fantasy, her expectations, and her ability to brave the sting.  He had decided that Amanda could stand just a bit more severity than the average new client. 

Of course, mind games were always fair!  To that end, he made sure that Amanda could hear him drag that armless chair from the dining room.  As he did, he distinctly saw her butt cheeks clench in nervous anticipation.  As she clenched, her right cheek dimpled fetchingly.

For dramatic effect, he sat quietly in the chair for a full two minutes.  Still facing the wall and only able to guess what was happening behind her, Amanda could only squirm.

She jumped when he finally spoke, “Hands on your head.”

The command was unexpected, so it took her a confused moment to comply.  Finally she managed the simple task, her fingers laced across her blond tresses.

“Turn around Amanda!”

Enjoying the view, Harry took a long moment to look the nervous lady up and down.  He liked what he saw!  He pointed to the floor next to his right hip, “I want you right there.”  

Her hands still on her head, she obeyed.  With her so close, her feminine scent filled his nostrils, a heady mixture of subtle perfume tinged with the bouquet of feminine arousal.  His nose told him that he was truly on the right track with Amanda.

He cleared his throat, “Normally I might deliver a lecture at this point, but since this spanking is caused by no particular misbehavior, we will move right to the main event.  You may drop your arms and then put yourself across my lap.”

Wanting this first spanking to be as consensual as possible, he didn’t offer her a hand.  He simply held his arms clear, expecting her to do everything herself.

So clumsily and haltingly, she obeyed.  She supported her weight on the left edge of the chair, and then eased herself into position, trying to keep pressure off of her nervous bladder.  Amanda was so nervous that she had almost begged for another trip to the bathroom.  Knowing that she had so recently emptied her bladder, she suspected that the urge to pee would quickly be forgotten once her bottom started to sting.

She tried to cooperate as Harry gently but firmly adjusted her position.  She dimly realized that he had slid her away from him a bit.  Later she would guess that was so he could get a better swing.  Her toes dug into the carpet.  He instructed her to grip the chair legs.  Thankful for something to do with her hands, she obeyed, gripping so hard that her knuckles turned white.

She felt him massage the flesh of her bottom, apparently taking her measure to help him decide how much punishment she was capable of absorbing.

As males go, Harry was unusually trustworthy when it came to matters of the heart, and matters of the groin.  It was exactly that trustworthiness that made his unusual occupation possible, not to mention his marriage.  But otherwise, Harry was a perfectly normal male.  Therefore, his appreciation of Amanda’s nearly nude body was perfectly obvious.  In fact, Amanda could feel that “appreciation” as a hard lump jabbing her in her belly!

Finally, and without warning, Harry landed the first spank.  It was placed dead-center on the summit of her left buttock.  Amanda’s eyes opened wide, and her mouth formed an “O”, as her left leg kicked briefly into the air.  Harry paused a moment to watch the hand-shaped blush blossom on that formerly-spotless cheek, before landing an identical spank on her right cheek.  This time it was Amanda’s right leg that kicked.         

To the accompaniment of little squeals from Amanda, Harry continued applying spanks to alternating cheeks, and enjoyed watching each of her legs kick in turn as her bottom gradually changed color.

He could tell that the gathering sting in her bottom was finally having its desired effect when her legs finally started kicking together, accompanied by futile attempts to twist her bottom out of range.  Shortly thereafter, her squeals began to morph into outright sobs.

By now, her bottom had acquired a beautiful red hue, which was accented by a vertical white stripe down the center where Amanda’s firm and tight nether cleft protected that thin area from Harry’s spanks.  Harry could have pulled each cheek aside to spank there, but this was only an introductory spanking.  He would save those more advanced touches for later sessions.

As Harry continued, Amanda’s squirming and her vocalizations became more urgent.  Her thighs scissored open, giving him first a view of her pucker hole, and then a rear view of her most feminine part.  He could see it glistening, so he knew that he hadn’t yet pushed Amanda too far. 

Like old PT Barnum, Harry wished to leave Amanda wanting more, yet not disappointed.   He decided she could take a bit more, so he peppered the backs of her thighs to a light pink as she squealed and sobbed her appreciation.  Then he stopped to allow Amanda to calm down a bit.

When her sobs were nearly gone he asked, “How are you doing Amanda?”      

She sobbed her answer, “It stings, oh God it stings!  But I’m still OK.”

“OK we’re almost done,” he said solicitously, “One last flurry of hard spanks and then we’ll call it quits, OK?”

Bravely Amanda nodded her agreement.  He saw her take a fresh hold of the chair legs and then brace herself against the expected onslaught.

Amanda screeched and bucked as she absorbed five devastating spanks to the summit of each cheek and then five more to each sit spot.  Harry had been right to warn her.  If she hadn’t known that this was truly the end of her spanking, she would have surely panicked. 

Finally Amanda’s spanking was over!

Harry took her in his arms and allowed her to cry the emotions from her system.  This was a dangerous time!  He handled her carefully, being solicitous and calming, but not encouraging her sexually.


A few minutes later, her face still a mess, Amanda had found a robe to cover her nudity. 

Harry spoke with her briefly to ensure that she was OK, and to ascertain if she wished more sessions in the future.  She did!  They agreed that she would put in a service order soon for the cable company’s premier level television service.  In following weeks she could add phone service, movie channels, and home security.   She asked if she would be allowed to select an implement from Harry’s special “tool bag”at next week’s session, and he happily agreed.


And so they parted.  After closing the door behind Harry, Amanda dropped her robe and bustled off to her bedroom.  She had an urgent appointment with her vibrator!

As Harry drove off to his next appointment, his male part hardened as he thought of his wife.  That evening, he would regal June with the story of this promising new client.  And then they would share Amanda’s fantasy, reenacting her discipline session.  On his wife’s spectacular bottom, he would reproduce Amanda’s introductory spanking, but the ending would be considerably different!  He would take June into his arms to kiss away her tears, and then their hands would wander as their kisses became deep and passionate.  They would end up naked under the sheets for a classic and vigorous “happy ending” to their day.

But before that could happen, Harry had more clients scheduled.  He had at least two more bottoms to spank that afternoon, which would result in two more sales orders to keep his employer happy. 

He smiled to himself.   

Being a cable guy is a tough job, but somebody needs to do it!

© Guyspencer 2014


Anonymous Anonymous said...

enjoyed this story very much! and, yes, you've forced me to revisit my personal definition of "romantic." One wanders that you might have here the core underpinning of a reality TV series LOL!

8:42 AM, July 02, 2014  

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