An unfortunate detour

Tanya wanted nothing more than to go back inside but upon finding herself walking away from the house instead, hastily wrapped her towel around herself. She couldn't actually have to do everything someone told her, she told herself... But normally she would never even flash that creep Doug an ankle, let alone her whole body. And now he even had pictures!

Arriving at the sidewalk Tanya looked around nervously for the paper, thankful that the street was empty, but it was nowhere to be found. "Ugh" she groaned, "They must have accidentally delivered it to old man Cranson again...", immediately finding herself walking toward their neighbors porch. "Wait no! Mom must already have it!", she frantically added, hoping that by lying to herself she could change her body's new destination but to no avail. She had always considered him harmless until a week earlier when she saw him "bird watching" through her window. She pulled her tiny towel tighter around herself as she walked up the front porch and upon not seeing the paper there, found herself knocking on the front door.

Almost as she was knocking, the door swung open. "What do you want?!" old man Cranston shouted as Tanya was knocked to the ground.

Despite being stunned by the impact Tanya immediately replied "I think you were accidentally delivered our paper again. May I have it?"

Cranston stared at the prone Tanya for a moment noticing one of her breasts had popped out of the towel and licking his lips. I knew that little slut was faking outrage when she caught me watching her change, he thought with glee! Always prancing around, flaunting her body! "Tanya! I'm so sorry to have startled you! Come in, come in! Make yourself comfortable and I'll find your paper!" he said, pulling her to her feet and leading her into the house.

As Tanya followed him into the house she found herself struggling with her towel even further. Being pulled by one arm, she could barely keep the towel in place with the other, let alone to pull it back up over her exposed breast until being led into his living room where Cranston said, "Don't move, I'll be back with the paper." Tanya immediately froze in place despite her inner voice shouting at herself to cover up. A minute later Cranston returned holding the rolled up paper in one hand. He stared as she "posed" for a moment before saying, "Well, here it is. But honestly, before I give it to you, I think I need an apology. You made some pretty rude accusations last week. So apologize for everything and we can start from there.

Tanya still unable to move, found herself talking. "I'm so sorry Mr Cranston"

"Sorry for what?" Cranston asked.

"I'm sorry I called you a pervert, and a spy, and a voyeur." Tanya replied.

"And it will never happen again?" Cranston continued.

"And it will never happen again." Tanya added.

"Good." he said as he sat down on the couch. "From now on you'd better only be saying nice things about me. Now that the air is clear though, I think you still need a punishment. Drop the towel, come over here, and lie across my lap."

Suddenly Tanya wished she couldn't move again as she found herself following Mr Cranston's orders. She tried to cover herself the best she could with her arms as her watched her cross the room and lie across his lap.

"Now, for your punishment. I'm going to spank you with the paper 10 times for the lies, and 10 more for covering yourself without my permission. Don't move, or I'll have to figure out some kind of punishment. Understand? ... Answer me when I ask you a question!"

"Yes!" Tanya shouted.

Cranston started, "One! Two! Three!" Upon reaching "Ten!" Tanya was glad to be compelled as otherwise, she was sure she would have shouted out. The old man paused for a moment, adjusting and grinding his erection into Tanya's body moments later she felt two fingers pushing at her pussy lips before sliding into her. Then the spankings continued with the fingers being thrust in and out on each impact. "Eleven! Twelve! ... Nineteen!" On "Twenty!!!" Cranston swung down the hardest yet with Tanya still making no sound. Wow, he thought, she must really like this to not be making even a slight complaint! Finally he said, "Okay Tanya, lick my fingers clean and then you can go. And let this be a lesson to you about respecting your elders!"

Tanya slid down off his lap onto her knees, the cheeks of her butt a bright red and pulsing with pain before taking Cranston's fingers and beginning to suck and lick them. Once the were clean she quickly grabbed the paper, and scurried over to grab her towel before rushing out of the house, cutting through the back yard to avoid running into anyone else after carefully wrapping her towel back around herself.

"This can't be!" she thought to herself while re-entering her house though the back door. But she knew it was. She had to do anything someone told her...