Talking shop.

My work done, I left Peter Franklin to his heaving self, and receded. My stop had been situated in front of a small shopping plaza donning the usual street-side adornments: donut shop, laundromat, a restaurant or three, discount store. I approached a clothing retail outlet, wedged in the corner. It was a pretty popular chain known for low prices on a decent, sizable catalogue.

Two girls were standing by, surfing their phones against a small light-post, shaped after one half of a capsule. I smoothed over their instincts, suppressing natural proclivities to suspicion and privacy. I then blanketed myself with an aura to nudge any feelings of distrust out of whosoever entered it, because, as has been said: trust is key in any healthy, productive relationship.

"Hey girls." I gestured. "Those jeans of yours look really tight on you."

"Ha," laughed a girl with straight hair ending at her chest. "You know, they're the rage these days, skinny fitting pants." Her friend smiled and nodded; she had wavy dark brown hair in an up-done ponytail hybrid. "Why the interest?"

Leaning to the side for a better view, I explained, "I could see the exact curvature of your two asses. Firm and bubbly."

"Yeah," her wavy-haired friend smirked. "Bet they are."

Shrug. "Like to spank 'em."

Another awkward pause, broken by an even toned reply. "Well, go for it, then," said the straight-hair.

The two girls turned, eyes concentrated on their phones, and presented their behinds to me. I raised my hand. With a loud thwack, I gave the straight-haired girl, then her wavy-haired friend, two hard, air splitting smacks each.

"Ow." The straight-haired girl's shoulders shivered upward.

"Ahhh, ah-ah-ah ahh...."

"Nice right?" I folded my arms.

"No, that actually hurt like hell." Rubbing her backside, straight-hair scoffed. "Hadn't had a spanking since I broke my mom's flower vases. 12 years ago."

Her friend and I nodded along. Capital punishment is a bitch.

"One more round?" I raised my hands, innocently.

The two girls exhaled. "...fine," straight hair rolled her eyes, returned them to her phone, and turned around again. "Just... not too hard, okay?"

"Of course not."

Down my arm swung.

SMACK!

SMACK!