[FKWLounge] Getting off my butt
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A discussion between Rod and me about the chronicling of
Friday's elevation from WMM(CE) to SQM(OCE) eventually led
to this post 

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From: Friday
Date: Mon Feb 9, 2004 5:46pm
Subject: Re: Getting off my butt
--- Sir Arty of the Cellar wrote:
> --- Rod Ramsey wrote:
> > Yes, I know it's important to you so I'll make a deal. You
> > post "Friday in Wonderland" and I'll think about working
> > on "Quality Control" (see I already have a name for it).
>
> You drive a hard bargain Mr. Ramsey.

<AHEM> Would anyone here actually care to ask *MY* opinion on the
matter? Ya'll are talking about me like I'm not even here. Perhaps I
don't want to be promoted? Maybe, just maybe, I have some of my own
ideas about the celebratory orgy?

It might be nice if you consulted the person in question before
deciding her fate.

> Do you know how big 'Womderland' is getting?

WoMderland? What's a Womderland? Is that where editors go to fix
mistakes made by sloppy authors? Hmm, I think maybe you need to be
under constant supervison. Expect the maintenance men to be knocking
on the cellar door any minute to install the spy cams. And no, you
are not allowed any privacy -- I like to watch. :D

> Arty
> (Deep into a slight revamp of the navigation on my site...)

Would you please stay focused here? Where is Serena? Haven't you
finished it yet? Here I am, musing my ass off for you and you're
working on your WEBSITE??? Where I ask, are your priorities?

For the record - your To Do list in order of importance:

1. Finish Serena

2. Finish Friday in Wonderland (note correct spelling)

3. Then and only then may you work on your website.

Have I made myself clear?

And you, Mr. Ramsey -- don't even get me started.

Honestly, I take a few days off and ya'll think you can just do as
you please. May I remind you that you're here to serve me? And I do
believe I need servicing. So how about you both get busy and let's
get to the good stuff...

Friday
In a mood that doesn't bode well for others

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An invitation like that is too good to ignore and so Friday
received a visit from the... 

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Maintenance Men
by Arty

Friday opened the door almost before the doorbell had
finished ringing. The opened door revealed to men carrying
toolboxes. The words "Maintenance" and "Man" were
embroidered across the chests of the overalls that the men
were wearing.

"Someone at this address needs 'servicing', lady?" The
taller of the two waved a much-folded job-sheet under her
nose. The silent man leered at her.

"I may have mentioned something in passing..."

"That'll be it then! We can't have sexually frustrated muses
wandering the streets; causes no end of trouble that does."

Friday muttered something under her breath.

"Sorry, miss I didn't quite catch that. Look, do want to be
'serviced' or not?"

"What if I said 'no'?"

The shorter of the two men sucked air in through his teeth
and shook his head condescendingly.

"I wouldn't go saying 'no', if I were you; not a good idea
at all!"

The other man chimed in with his colleague. "Hell to pay, if
you said 'no'."

In spite of herself Friday was intrigued; there was
something quite appealing about the two men in front of her.
And for all their apparent 'roughness' they hadn't forced
their way in or attempted to coerce her in anyway at all.
Unless one were to count the comically vague doomsaying,
that is.

"What if I said 'yes', then?"

"A much better word indeed. 'Yes' is what we are all about.
Isn't that right Mr. R?"

"Indubitably Mr. T!" The taller one turned to Friday. "So
are you saying 'yes' then?"

"What's involved?" The two men looked at one another and
shrugged their shoulders, the taller one sighed and unfolded
his job-sheet.

"It says here plain as day, 'Muse to be serviced: Friday'."
He frowned, the printing was very faint - he'd told them the
toner needed replacing. "Type of service: Full" 

Friday sighed it was obvious that neither Mr. R nor Mr. T.
would be giving her a straight answer anytime soon. The two
heavily disguised authors were squirming uncomfortably under
her gaze. Did Arty really expect his Muse to be fooled by
something as transparent as that? Sighing theatrically she
stepped back and beckoned them in. The two men grinned at
each other and stepped over the threshold.

Working as one and as if they had been doing it all their
lives Friday found herself undressed. It was almost magical
one minute she had been preparing herself to tease the two
of them and the next she was standing, slightly breathless,
as naked as the day she was born.

Mr. T. was now seated on a settee and smiled encouragingly
at her as he called her over. "If you'll just lie face down
across my lap I'll be giving you your warm-up spanking."

"Spanking? Who said anything about spanking?"

"Look a full service has been requested and you, yourself
mentioned the word 'paddle' we would be failing in our duty
if we applied the paddle without a warm-up spanking."

Friday sighed. It was true she had been unwise enough to
mention a paddling. She remembered the adage, be careful
what you wish for, you might get it. She resigned herself to
the inevitable and lay across his lap.

"Don't worry we'll make sure that you enjoy this!"

"Hmmpf!" Friday was not convinced. Mr. T. hand began to
stroke her bottom. Occasionally his fingers would slip
between her cheeks or slide down between her legs. Friday
started to hum with pleasure as she started to get aroused.
Then Mr. T. began to pat her bottom gently, moving his hand
around her bottom ensuring that he missed none of her
cheeks. Gradually he increased the force of his smacks and
he could see some redness creeping into her bottom. Every
ten seconds or so he would allow his fingers to roam between
her legs. Friday was moaning continuously now as the tingle
he was generating in her bottom migrated to between her
legs. After a further minute or so he pronounced himself
satisfied. Friday stood up and kissed him.

"That's usually not my thing but you did that very nicely.
Thank you. How do you want me for the paddling?" Friday was
amazed at how submissive she sounded to herself. Mr. R.
looked around the room and found a chair to his liking.

"If you will kneel on the seat of this chair and rest your
head and arms on the back of the chair." Friday did as she
was asked. "And if Mr. T would provide some distraction to
take Ms. Friday's mind off the paddling, we'll get started."

Mr. T was delighted to provide distraction and he allowed
his hands to roam freely over her breasts and between her
legs. Mr. R waited until Friday was moaning freely, raised
his paddle and brought it down at medium speed across both
of her bottom cheeks. SMACK! Friday squealed but the squeal
degenerated into a groan of arousal as Mr. T swirled a
finger around her clitoris. SMACK! The second stroke was
less of a surprise and Friday made no sound apart from a
deeper groan. SMACK! The third stroke seemed to elicit very
little reaction, but the deep flush across her face and
breasts signalled how close she was to cumming. The next few
strokes seemed to be lighter as Mr. R. waited for Friday's
arousal to peak. Friday cried out as she came. SMACK! The
final stroke of the paddle landed and Friday screamed as the
pain from the paddle stroke mingled with the sensations of
her orgasm and she fainted away.

When she came to Mr. R and Mr T were undressed and stroking
her body with mittens covered in fur.

"Mmmmm!" It's almost worth the paddling if it means being
treated like this afterwards.

Once she was awake the two Maintenance Men began to arouse
her in earnest; synchronising their actions, so that as one
of them licked and nibbled the other was using his mittens.
Friday felt herself being ushered back up the slope of her
arousal. Eventually by some unspoken agreement Mr. T. began
to lick his way down Friday's stomach and between her legs,
while Mr. R. suckled gently on her nipples. Together they
encouraged her to a gentle orgasm. Then it was Mr. R's turn
as he slid himself between her upraised legs and entered her
gently but insistently. Meanwhile Mr. T began kissing
Friday, teasing her with butterfly kisses interspersed with
deep probing kisses replete with duelling tongues.

Inevitably Mr. R and Friday arrived at mutual satisfaction
in a two-part harmony of erotic groans and gentle screaming.
Mr. T. stopped kissing her and stroked her face gently. "Was
that to your satisfaction?"

"I think I can live with that."

The two of them kissed her gently and began putting their
overalls back on. Later on the table next to her bed she saw
two red roses.

-Fin-

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