"Some news, but I'm going to keep that as a surprise, or at least most of it. I want to hear about Gary first, but don't say anything yet" said Diane, wagging her head towards the lounge.
Margaret looked curious and cocked her head slightly "What are you up to?"
"You'll see, come into the kitchen, I've got a pot of tea ready" said Diane.
"Do you know, I haven't got anything done today?" said Margaret.
"Me neither, never mind" said Diane.
Diane closed the lounge door on the way past, and then the kitchen door once they'd entered.
"Have you got someone in there?" asked Margaret, thinking that Diane was behaving very strangely.
"Might have, it's a surprise" said Diane "Now tell me about Gary."
Margaret sat down giving Diane a quizzical look, while Diane poured tea. She figured she wasn't going to get anything out of Diane until she'd told her what she wanted to know, so she leaned forward on the table and helped herself to a biscuit."Are these low fat?" she asked, looking at them closely.
Diane took the biscuit from Margaret, broke it in half and handed half of the biscuit back "Half the fat and half the sugar" she said "Now get on with it."
Margaret gave Diane a wry smile "Alright then. Well, first off I thought I'd let him stew for a while."
"What, is he naked yet? Have you got him in the corner?" asked Diane a little confused.
"No, I haven't answered the door yet" said Margaret.
"Oooh goody, right from the very beginning" said Diane, sipping her tea.
"I thought I'd leave him on the doorstep, wondering, getting nervous, hoping that maybe I was out. Giving him the dilemma of whether to just leave or ring the doorbell again" said Margaret, not wanting to confess to hiding in the pantry.
"Brilliant" said Diane "Where were you hiding?"
"I wasn't hiding" said Margaret "I was waiting."
"So, when you'd raised the courage to get the door, then what?" asked Diane.
Margaret sighed "Do you want me to tell the story or are you just going to interrogate me?"
"Mostly the telling the story part, but a bit of the interrogation too" said Diane, with a grin.
"He looked surprised when I answered, and of course I pretended not to know why he was there, you know, like we discussed. So I made him tell me. Now he started making excuses about how he was in a hurry and didn't have much time and you'd wanted him back in an hour and he had to go to the bookies and so on."
"How long did you keep him then?" asked Diane.
"Just long enough for him to be late, assuming he was telling me the truth" said Margaret.
"Good for you" said Diane.
"I told him to come in and took him through to the lounge. I asked him why he was being punished and he said he'd argued with you, and then I told him I didn't just give anyone a spanking, if he wanted one he'd have to ask me for it" said Margaret.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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