Are You Really Twenty Two? Chapter Three

They walked the remainder of the way home, not talking to each other. Amelia’s feet were squelching in her boots, or rather Paige’s boots. The women were both a similar size and were very close friends, as well as housemates. This often led to lending and borrowing of clothes. However, Amelia knew that Paige would not be pleased about the state of her boots. They were expensive and undoubtedly ruined. Amelia would like to offer to replace them, but she was between jobs at the moment.

When Amelia and Lucas got home, Paige was still awake. She was sat at her laptop in the living room, which the front door of the house opened directly into.

‘Hey guys,’ she began, before noticing that something was wrong, ‘what’s the matter? Has something happened?’

‘I…your boots are ruined,’ said Amelia, clearly very upset.

‘Amelia had a little accident,’ said Lucas.

‘What do you mean?’ asked Paige.

‘She pissed her pants,’ said Lucas.

‘Yeah right….hold on. You’re serious, aren’t you?’

Paige walked over to Amelia and flipped her dress up over her waist, revealing Amelia’s saturated red thong.

‘Oh my god, you actually did!’ laughed Paige.

Amelia stepped back, letting her dress fall back down to hide her shame.

‘Once I get a job, I’ll replace your boots, I promise,’ she said with sincerity.

‘Well that could be a while. I think it’s only fair to say that you owe me a favour in the meantime.’

‘What do you need?’ asked Amelia.

‘Your boyfriend,’ said Paige.

‘What?’ said Amelia and Lucas in unison.

‘There’s a few social events coming up for work, and you know my boss. He’s a traditionalist. He likes the idea of a stable family unit, or at least committed couples. The singletons never get promoted at my place. So… if I can borrow your boyfriend for a few nights, I’ll pass him off as my own to the people I work with and hopefully put myself in line for that promotion I’ve been working towards.’

‘You just want him to come to dinners and drinks and things?’ asked Amelia.

‘What, are you worried that I’m going to take him home for the night? We all live in the same house anyway,’ said Paige. She had a point.

‘What do I get out of it?’ said Lucas.

‘Well, I’m a modern woman with modern sensibilities,’ said Paige, ‘meaning that if you go along with it and charm and schmooze like I know you can, I’ll foot your bill for the lot. Fancy restaurants, swanky cocktail bars, all on somebody else’s dime. You have to admit, it does have some appeal.’

‘Okay, fine, whatever,’ said Amelia, ‘I need to shower.’

‘Yes you do, little girl. You stink!’ said Paige, laughing.

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After Amelia had showered, she made her way to the bedroom she shared with Lucas, wrapped in a towel. Lucas was sat on the bed.

‘Well,’ he said, ‘You’ve worked out how you’re repaying Paige. Any ideas for how you can repay me?’

‘Repay you for what? I didn’t ruin your boots!’ protested Amelia.

‘No, but you know I’ll be getting stick for what you did as well. Having a girlfriend who hasn’t mastered potty training isn’t a good look.’

Amelia blushed.

‘What do you want? I’m really not in the mood for sex right now.’

‘Sex wasn’t what I had in mind either,’ he said. ‘I think you should lay across my lap.’

‘Lucas,’ she whined, ‘you know I hate doing that. It’s childish and humiliating’

‘That’s why it’s fitting. It’s not like you don’t deserve it.’

Amelia didn’t have a good response for that, so she reluctantly dropped her towel and perched herself across his lap, with her bottom upturned.

‘Don’t get used to it,’ she said.

He replied with a stinging slap which echoed in the room. Amelia was sure that Paige would hear and work out what was going on. She’d told Paige before that Lucas liked to spank but that she really wasn’t into it. Normally, he just liked to deliver a few slaps to her behind, then liked her to perform oral on him. This time, however, the spanking went on longer than usual and was accompanied by scolding, something which he’d never done before. He chastised her for wetting herself and warned her that if she couldn’t control herself there would be consequences. She couldn’t help but feel that this wasn’t simply foreplay. He sounded like he meant it.