From the Top Shelf - The Woman Next Door, part 1

Today I have a titillating excerpt from Rollin Hand's book, Ladies in Charge. It's the first of four parts, and in this first installment we are introduced to the mysterious Robin Whitehall and her curious young neighbour, Curt. Enjoy!

There she was again, sunning herself in the back yard. She had moved in that May, and now with the weather warming up, she spent a lot of time outdoors, sunning herself, gardening, puttering around in the yard. Today it was just sunbathing.

From his second floor bedroom window Curt gulped and took a long look through the binoculars. Their back yards shared a common corner so he could see her clear as day. She was face down on the towel and her top was undone, leaving her back bare. Good grief, she was sexy. A tall, long legged beauty, she had this animal grace to her. The way she moved reminded Curt of a big cat, all sultry and languid, but with the suppressed energy of a coiled spring. She had a gate that caused her hips to roll from side to side, and her calves and buttocks to flex lazily. A woman who appeared very comfortable in her own skin, she had the build and grace of an athlete and the body of a model. Add the broad shoulders, the deep blue eyes and the boyish close cropped blonde hair, and in Curt’s estimation, you had one very hot and sexy lady...

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He was at the desk at the Big Buy not a week later when who should walk in, but the object of his obsession. He looked twice and blinked. Yes, it was her. And she was approaching his station.

“Can I help you?” he said, not believing his luck.

“Yes, you can. I want to buy one of those wireless security systems you advertise. I just moved in to this new neighborhood and I feel like I need something. You probably think me silly, but I have the oddest feeling. Like someone is watching me.”

Curt blushed beet red, and for a moment he was nonplussed. “I…uh…sure we have those,” he stammered. He managed to recover long enough to tell her all about them. Then, in a snap decision he would regret later, he told her where he lived and that he had seen her in the neighborhood.

“You live where?” she said.

“At 1247 Cedar. Just around the corner from your house.”

“I see,” she said slowly. Then she favored him with a smile. “Well, how nice. We’re neighbors. Small world, isn’t it?”

She bought a system, and she also requested that he install it personally. Curt was only too happy to oblige. She wanted motion detectors and window and door sensors to monitor her perimeter. They would set a date for the installation. His last sight of her as she walked away down the aisle, was of that sexy backside swaying in that figure hugging skirt.

What an opportunity. He could be fired for what he was even thinking. But the more he thought about it, the more his mind wandered into places where he knew he shouldn’t go. Yes, it could be done, he thought. He wasn’t a computer and electronics expert for nothing. So the idea of rigging Robin Whitehall’s home with wireless mini-cameras became an irresistible idea...

A week later he did it. She let him in at the appointed time, and he brought in the system along with all his gear. It was like a gift from heaven. Here he’d been thinking about actually sneaking into her house to install a spy camera and serendipitously she’d invited him in. Even better, she left him alone, telling him she had to run some errand or other. He watched her pull out of the driveway and he got to work. He did install her system, but along with that he installed some very special equipment. A few hours later she returned. He briefed her on how to use the system, she thanked him, and he was on his way.

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At home he fired up his computer and logged in the remote fiber optic mini cameras he had planted... It became a nightly ritual, the bedtime routine. To Curt’s utter delight he discovered that she slept in the nude, so he could also catch her in the morning when she got up. He could not decide which he liked better, evening when she stripped down or morning, complete with shower.

A few days later, there was a change. Curt was at home and had logged on. She entered the house. Someone was with her. Another woman. This woman was younger, a short cute brunette. They prepared dinner, sat at the table, ate and chatted. Curt watched with one eye. Nothing really to see, just some friend of hers invited over for dinner. They got up, went into the TV room. The young girl left for a moment. Robin sat, waiting.

The girl reentered the room. Curt sat straight up, stared at the screen. She was different now. Instead of casual business attire, she was now dressed like a schoolgirl. She wore a plaid skirt, very short bobby sox, and a white blouse. Her hair was in pigtails. She looked years younger. She stood at attention in the middle of the room. Robin rose and walked around her, saying something while the girl put her hands behind her back and dropped her chin, eyes downcast. Robin was talking, wagging her finger. She appeared to be scolding the girl. Damn! He wished he could hear what they were saying. There was something incredibly erotic about this. Something sexy was going to happen.

Sure enough, Robin must have issued a command because the girl lifted her skirt. Underneath it she had on plain white cotton panties that hugged the luscious contours of her pert bottom. Curt’s cock surged. He held his breath. The girl blushed under the relentless scolding. Robin sat down on an ottoman in front of a leather couch, made the girl come around to her side. She pointed at her lap, and the young woman lowered herself across Robin’s knees, face down. It was obvious to Curt that she was going to be spanked. He couldn’t wait to see this.

He could see but he could not hear, as Robin began spanking the girl with her open palm. But he could see the flesh wobble underneath the panties. She spanked alternate cheeks briskly. It went on for several minutes. The spanks looked real, not like play taps. That was confirmed when she slipped the girl’s panties to her knees revealing a flushed pair of bottom cheeks, made red from the spanking. The young woman squirmed.

The spanking resumed, picking up in tempo at times, at other times slowing down. [The camera] gave him a full-on view. The young woman’s bottom was positioned perfectly, jutting upwards, the fleshy mounds jiggling as they absorbed smack after smack. The girl squirmed but did not try to get away. In fact it looked as though she was grinding her pelvis into her tormentor’s knee. Robin began to let her hand linger after each full spank, rubbing the punished globes that now glowed a bright red, like a pair of stoplights against a white background...

But it wasn’t over. Robin stood her up and undressed her, stripping her nude right there in the family room...[then] pointed to the couch. The girl bent over the back of the couch while Robin walked over to the wall and opened a cabinet. Curt could see that inside were whips and paddles hanging on pegs. She selected a whip of short strands and positioned herself behind the girl who now looked over her shoulder, almost eagerly it seemed, ready to be whipped. And whip her Robin did. For several minutes she flogged the twin bare cheeks of the girl’s behind, painting darker red weals against the red-suffused flesh of her spanked bottom.

Then she put the whip away and took the girl by the hand, leading her to the bedroom... The lights went out and Curt saw no more.

What else will he see as the days go by? We'll find out next week.