Curb Appeal
by Joyce
copyright © 2002

Don drove up and parked in front of Joyce’s current house. In the past 10 years he had found, sold, and found new homes for her as she bounced from marriage to marriage. The woman was a test on any man’s nerves. She was a former Miss South Carolina, runway model, and the spokesperson for NASCAR. Those mid-back red locks, firm body courtesy of her personal trainer, and peaches and cream complexion were insured by Lords of London. But she was a spoiled brat and shrew; and getting worse since her looks were beginning to fade.

Joyce came out of the house, checked the mailbox, then locked the door. She put her house keys in her purse as she slowly walked down the front steps of her yuppie super home that dwarfed the neighborhood. Pulling at her tight turquoise skirt, she bent down to adjust her sling-back sandal. It slipped off, she turned facing the house to pick it up. 

Don felt his baser instincts jump as the skirt clearly outlined her well-shaped tush. Joyce stepped into the sandal and worked her finger around her ankle adjusting the strap. Slowly she rubbed her hosed leg, then pulled at her skirt as she rose. 

Knowing that she would be in the car soon, Don adjusted himself and thought, She may be testy, but that one has curb appeal.

Don was all ready for a smiling goddess to turn toward him, but the expression that appeared was angry and frowning.

Walking quickly to the blue sedan, Joyce opened the door and looked inside, “Bout time you got here. I hope this house is better than the last twenty you’ve shown me.” Sitting down and slamming the car door, “Don, I gave you a blasted list of features. What can be so hard about finding a house that meets the minimum options for living.”

His blood pressure rising, Don pulled from the curb. “Good morning to you, too. As for your list of minimum options, what you want and what you can afford are in two separate ballparks.”

Joyce turned to look at the home built to her specifications, as she leaned over the backseat, her fanny pushed into Don’s arm.

I’m tempted, Don thought how much this woman needed a long bare bottom spanking in the worse way. She’s been needing to be put across some man’s knee since the day she called his office. Surely one of those playboy husbands put a hand on her ass sometime -- but maybe not. They all seemed to pick up their toys and go away. Not one of them even left her the house. Each time the house had to be sold in the divorce with the proceeds spilt in the settlement.

“So talk to me!!” Joyce turned back to the front and slapped the space between them. “Where are you taking me today? I am sure getting tired of looking at fix-me-uppers.” She folded her arms across her chest and pouted.

Hmmm…wonder if she could be a fix-me-upper. With a little handwork from him and a little sweat from her, there just might be a beautiful woman inside, too. She rolled down the window and hung out the car to yell at the elderly woman driver ahead of them, “Move your ass, grandma!”

On second thought, maybe not, Don gritted his teeth as he sheepishly passed grandma’s car with granny staring open-mouth at Joyce.

“Was that necessary, Joyce?” Don asked sternly.

Joyce had pulled an emery board out of her purse and was busy filing her nails. “Time is money, Don. You should know that, cause it feels like I am wasting a bundle with you.” 

“Well, if you didn’t run your marriages like a greedy baseball franchise owner, maybe all your husbands wouldn’t become free agents looking for a better ball park,” Don said without thinking.

Joyce stared at him doing a fish movement with her mouth as her eyes teared up. He was about to apologize, when her face became red with rage, and she yelled, “How dare you speak to me like that!! What do you know of my marriages. The Hell my husbands put me through. They treated me like chattel. I was just a show piece for their arms, or I looked good on their asset page.”

“You’re right, Joyce. I apologize for becoming familiar.” Don pulled to a stop in front of a lovely two-story wood-frame house with a wrap-around porch. “This is the house I have to show you, but if you rather another agent work with you, I will understand.”

“What! You abandon me, too. Not on your life, buster. I’ve invested too many years breaking you in.” Joyce opened the car door and stepped out. Turning to look back inside, “Well, don’t just sit there, Don. Show me the damn house.” She clapped her hands at him as you would a dog, then slammed the door and walked to the porch.

Smiling, Don turned off the car engine and got out to follow her up the walkway. He had pulled up to the wrong house by mistake, but maybe not. Meeting her at door, he pulled out his keys and fitted them into the lock of his home.

Joyce pressed by him to enter the house. She took in all the lived in and homey features. Taking in the newspapers stacked neatly on the kitchen table and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, she turned questioning, “Is the owner still here?”

“They’ve gone to work, but are nearby if you have a question about the property.”

Don walked up behind her as she looked out on the back porch and classic southern garden displaying an artist’s palette of colors. “What do you think?”

“Does the owner garden or have a landscaper?” Joyce opened the French door to walk outside and bent over the railing to touch the deep pink bloom of the azalea. 

As her feet left the floor, Don rushed to her to hold her by her hips and pressed against her back. “Careful, now. The owner likes to work the soil for relaxation.”

“Very pretty, but I would want a hot tub out here.” Joyce came up, removing his hands and walked away silently dismissing him as she went back inside.

“You could always add a hot tub here, if the property suits,” Don stated as he followed her and closed the door behind him. 

Joyce was in the kitchen now -- opening the refrigerator, cabinets, and bending down to open the oven. “Do the appliances come with the house?”

“Yes,” Don choked as he stared at the bit of flesh showing between her gartered hose and the rising hem of her skirt as she continued to bend over exploring the various bins and lazy susan cabinet. 

“The owner is very neat. This is an organized kitchen and a good plan. But these doors would have to go. I want hidden hinges and the custom doors like in my home,” Joyce pouted as she thought about her large professional kitchen with the smaller vegetable sink and computer area. Getting angry, Joyce slapped the sugar bowl causing it to shatter on the tile floor. 

Gritting his teeth, Don got the broom and dustpan, “Here. Clean it up.”

“In your dreams. You’re the employee. You clean it up,” Joyce scowled.

“Joyce, you are a guest in this home, and you made the mess. This is the last time I am telling you to clean it up.”

“Guest my foot. I’m being forced to give up the home I love for someone else’s throwaways.”

Don leaned the broom against the counter, took her wrist and walked toward the table.

Thinking that he was wanting to talk about her situation, Joyce followed in a foul mood. But instead of offering her a chair as he always did, he sat down first, then pulled her face forward across his lap.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing, buster?” Joyce screamed in rage. “Let me up this second!”

Don spanked her skirted bottom. “Well, Joyce, we’re going to have a nice little chat. First I’m going to spank some of that sass out of you, then we’re going to get to the bottom of your problem with men.” Don sharply peppered her fanny as Joyce fought for release. Catching her hand, Don pressed it against him as he caught both her kicking legs with his right leg. “Joyce, I have never known a woman in need of an attitude adjustment as much as you.” Spanking both cheeks hard, “Now, stop your fighting and take your medicine.”

“I’ll have you arrested for this. What about the owners!! If they are nearby, they could walk in any moment,” Joyce whimpered. 

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about the owner. I am sure if he saw that mess in the kitchen, I would have his full permission.” Don grinned as he raised the turquoise skirt he had admired all morning. Two very spankable mounds outlines with garter straps appeared before his eyes with a little sliver of white fabric coming out of her crease to go around her waist. Being old-fashioned, he was taken aback by lack of proper panties and a slip. Thinking of the men who would have seen her charms while she bent over for various activities during her day, he became livid.

Hooking the fabric with his index finger above the crease and pulling, he asked, “Young lady, what are you doing on the streets dressed like a prostitute?”

Outraged Joyce struggled, “How dare you!!”

Don raised his hand and came down hard on each cheek. “You better give me an answer quick. Why are you dressed like this?”

“You know nothing of fashion,” she answered haughtily. “The proper underwear for this form-fitting skirt is a thong. Now, you’ve had your fun, so let me up!” Joyce attempted to rise, but only made it easier for Don to remove the questionable thong down to her knees. 

“You’ll never work again when I get through with you!!” Joyce roared.

Opening a drawer behind him to pull out a plastic spatula, Don gloated, “And you, young lady, won’t be sitting comfortably for some time, when I am done here.” 

WHACK. WHACK. Don covered her bare bottom and reveled in her rising color to match his prize-winning azaleas.

“It hurts!!” Joyce cried.

“Of course, it does, my dear. Doesn’t that high-priced personal trainer of yours say – ‘no pain, no gain’.” Don whacked both cheeks again, then put the spatula on the table and slowly rubbed her warm fanny.

A calmness settled over Joyce as she sniffled and relaxed. Don released his hold on her legs, allowing them to relax and enjoy his attention to the heated flesh. As his hand rubbed down to her inner thigh, she moaned and separated her legs to invite his healing touch. His hand brushed her wet pussy, and he smiled at her arousal. Running a finger down her heated crease, he touched her hard clit and was surprised by the strength of her spasm. 

Embarrassed by her reaction, Joyce attempted to rise. Don soothed her concerns, “Honey, that’s a natural reaction when naughty ladies find them over the knee of men that care to take care of their needs.” He rubbed her dark pink cheeks before taking his exploration further.

“You care?” Joyce whispered.

Don lifted her and positioned her sitting on his lap. Joyce’s arms automatically went around his neck and she put her head on his shoulder. Don rubbed her bare, warm bottom with one hand, while his other hand slowly rubbed her inner thigh. 

“Joyce, you’re a beautiful woman, but you pick men fighting you for the spotlight. You need someone to protect you, advise you, love you, and yes, dear lady, spank your bare bottom when your emotions are out of control.”

Biting her bottom lip, Joyce looked in his eyes as if for the first time in 10 years. She saw a man who had never deserted her. Even when she riled at him, he stayed with her. And now, when she threw a tantrum, he took her in hand so to speak, and lovingly made her see the err of her ways. Smiling as she felt his finger enter her womanhood, she tenderly kissed his lips, then opened her mouth for his deeper discovery. Joyce came once again, but this time savored the moment.

Don kissed her forehead, then stood her up in front of him. She noticed her heels and thong on the floor under the table, then reached to pull down her skirt. Don, held her hands, “Take it off.”

“What about the owner?” Joyce smiled nervously, yet hopeful of things to come.

“This is for me. For the owner, you are going to pick up that broom and clean up the mess you made earlier,” Don’s eyes burned into her.

Lost in his passion-filled eyes, Joyce unhooked the waist and zipper, and then slowly squeezed out of the skirt. Only pausing for a moment to jump as the mass of the fabric roughly rubbed against the hottest part of her spanked bottom. Aware of her power, as she bent down to pick up her skirt, coming almost head to head with Don’s hard arousal pressing against his pants. Rising with the skirt, her hand deliberately brushed his manhood, smiling as he jumped and exhaled sharply.

She gathered her thong and shoes, and placed them neatly with her folded skirt on the table. Taking the broom, Joyce swept up the sugar and broken container, and then squatted with the dustpan to collect the debris. As Joyce took her time with the dustpan, she spread her knees to tease Don with her charms. 

He suddenly rose and held the trashcan for her to dump it in. Taking the broom and dustpan from her and returning them to the pantry, he quickly took her in his arms and deeply kissed her as his hand came down hard on her tush.

“What was that for!” Joyce cried and rubbed her bottom.

“That, my dear, was for teasing me when you had a chore to do.” Don kissed her lips lightly, “What do you think of the house?”

“I like the neighborhood, and it reminds me of my grandfather’s house. What is the owner asking?” Joyce lovingly looked around the house, which now held a cherished memory for her.

“Well, why don’t we go upstairs and look at the bedrooms first, then we can talk about closing the deal.” Don took her hand and guided her up the staircase in front of him. He admired her pink ass as it slowly climbed the steps, thinking that he wasn’t done with it yet.

He couldn’t resist placing his palm gently where her crease curves and opens every step to allow him to touch her pussy. Don smiled as she did not jump, but accepted his touch as her due as a proud goddess. 

Once she reached the landing, she went to the doors on the left. Joyce walked into the office with the connecting bath to a bedroom. Noticing real estate books and demographic reports, she turned to Don asking, “Does the owner work at your office?”

“Yes. He’s been there as long as I have and does well in this market.” Don turned down a photo of him accepting an award.

Joyce ran a finger slowly across the covers of the books on the bookcase, reading the titles that showed an intellectual man with eclectic tastes. Smiling, she bent forward to a stack of magazines on the bottom shelf.

Don loosened his tie and opened his collar button as he stared at Joyce bent at the waist with her legs apart as she looked at the covers of each issue.

“He has all my magazine covers since I started modeling. Oh, I hated this session,” Joyce came up holding the cover of her nude in a milk bath.

Don walked up and put is hand on her hip as he stood next to her. “Looks good to me.”

“Well, of course, it looks good silly. But real milk sours under the hot lights after a long session. This idiot photograph wouldn’t use the water and white water-based paint. Noooooo, he had to use real milk.” Joyce tapped the cover with her finger, “I was sick for days after sitting in sour milk.”

Don hugged her, saying, “Poor baby.” 

Smiling shyly, Joyce looked around the office searching for more clues about the owner. “So, Don, why is he collecting my magazine covers?”

“He’s just an admirer of your career and enjoys watching your achievements.” Don took the magazine and place it on took of the others.

“He’s not weird or a stalker?” Joyce shuddered as she thought of the obsessed fans she had dealt with over the years.

“Oh, he’s pretty much like me,” Don held her eyes. “I don’t think I’m weird, but I will admit to being obsessed with finding you a home over the years.”

Joyce laughed and walked into the connecting bath. It was a simple design with sink, toilet and shower. Not impressed, she continued into the connecting bedroom. It was functional and sterile. The birds singing and the large window in the room caught her attention across the hall. She walked into the master bedroom and slowly panned the room.

Seeing the bathroom, she walked in and let her hand slowly drag along the top of the large claw-foot tub with double facets in the center. There was a full glass shower coming from the corner, and combination vanity and sink area with a mirrored wall. “Now, this is a bathroom to entertain in.”

Don laughed as the image of party guests in the master bathroom filled his mind. Then he saw an image of Joyce and him in the shower washing and loving each other, and another in the tub of Joyce and him soaking with candles and wine. He turned quickly toward the bedroom in order to hide his arousal. But not soon enough, for Joyce’s eyes to catch the bulge and smile.

She followed him and went straight to the walk-in closet. A feeling of déjà vu filled her as she touched and looked at the suits and causal clothing. Picking up the lapel of a sports jacket, she leaned to smell and caught the fragrance of Old Spice that filled the car each time Don took her to see houses. 

Still holding the lapel to her nose, Joyce turned to see Don’s passion-filled eyes as he leaned against the door. Then fear filled her as everything came together.

“This is your house, Don.” Joyce released the jacket as if it was suddenly hot.

“Yes.”

“You’re selling your house?” Before he could answer, her eyes filled with tears. “You’re leaving town?” She slapped the hand he held out to her.

Without breaking a beat, he hugged her to him and held tightly as she struggled then cried.

“Hush, sweetheart. I’m not leaving town or this house,” Don tenderly kissed her forehead and wiped her tears.

“I don’t understand,” Joyce studied this man as his hands went to undo the buttons on the short jacket she was still wearing. Don kissed her neck.

“I didn’t plan this when I picked you up this morning,” Don whispered as his hands opened the next button and he bent to kiss the area above her bra. “The car just seemed to end up here.” He opened the last button kissing her naval, as her she gasped. Don removed the jacket placing it on a chest, and then reached around her to unhook her white lace bra. “When I saw you at the front door, it felt right.” He removed her bra and felt his body respond to the sight of her still perky breasts with hard rosy nipples. He bent to kiss and lave first one nipple then the other, as Joyce wrapped her arms around his shoulders and moaned.

Don hands clasped her bottom and lifted Joyce as her legs wrapped around him. His index finger strayed to her wet arousal and easily filled her. Joyce threw her head back and gasped as her womanhood squeezed and claimed his digit. Don walked to the bed, and gently laid her down and sat beside her as his finger moved in and out.

“Would you like to live here?” Don took her mouth passionately.

“YES!” Joyce cried out as her hips lifted up and down in rhythm with his hand. “Would I still buy into the house?” Joyce rasped as her hand pulled at his tie.

Laughing, Don caught her hand and removed the tie himself before she choked him. He took her mouth again as his thumb began to rub her hard clit. She spread her legs apart and moaned with need.

“No, I will still own the house. You will live here as my lover and maybe more depending on your appreciation. We need to discuss your appraisal.”

“What about the adjusted basis?” Joyce’s chest rose as she placed his free hand on her breast. “I still want the changes I mentioned made to the house. I want some say in how the house runs.” She cried as her hips rose suddenly with release.

Don claimed her mouth and his tongue danced with hers as he felt her cum surround his finger. Both of her hands frantically went to his shirt and pulled at the fabric causing a button to pop off. Don chuckled as he moved to remove and protect his shirt. 

Joyce’s hand stopped his and her eyes held his as she mimicked the way he had removed her jacket. She undid a button, kissed the area then moved down. Both rose and stood next to the bed as Joyce continued undressing Don as he responded to each kiss and flick of her tongue. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders as her tongue circled and licked his nipples. 

Don finished pulling the shirt off his arms and dropped it on the floor, as Joyce’s face rubbed against his chest and her hands reached under his arms to clasp his back. The cool and angry woman he picked up that morning was a tigress as she tasted his navel and rubbed the bulge in his pants. With an animalistic roar, she attacked his belt, quickly undoing the buckle and pulling it free. As he swayed, she clasped his butt hard and pulled him closer, rubbing her face against his arousal pushed the fabric of his gray slacks. 

Quickly undoing the button and zipper, she paused to claim his eyes as her hands jerked down his pants and boxers in once forceful movement. His dark blood-filled penis touched her cheek as it jerked with it’s on need. Joyce took him in her mouth as one hand clasped his ass pulling him closer; and the other hand clasped his full balls. 

Feeling his knees buckle, Don put both hands on her back as her head bobbed on his rod and her hand grazed his crease then her thumb teased and entered his anus. Don exhaled and felt himself cum before he could warn her.

Joyce sucked his essence and reveled in the taste of him. Don panted as he pulled her up and took her mouth. They roughly grabbed each others asses, and fell onto the bed. Rolling they kissed and laughed. Joyce’s body covered Don as his hand playfully spanked her tush. They cuddled and kissed tenderly, then Don rolled Joyce to her back and kissed his way down her body. 

Joyce raised and spread her knees as his kisses moved to her swollen red bush. His tongue licked and teased her hard clit, then laved the smooth skin and sucked her wetness. His hands lifted her bottom, as his firm tongue entered her womanhood and pumped with desire and purpose. Joyce’s fists clutched the bedspread and pulled as her pelvic moved with the force of her release.

Both covered in a light sweat they panted and laid still a moment as their hands clasped to make them appear to be two parts of one being.

“I want you,” Joyce moaned. Being multi-orgasmic she was greedy and demanding in getting her sexual desires met. But Don had one more discussion, before they could close this deal.

Rising to sit at the foot of the bed, Don easily pulled Joyce over his lap and placed his hand on her fanny. “Darling, we need to discuss your appraisal,” Don spanked her with medium strength, “and the acceleration clause.” Don spanked both cheeks hard.

“Ouch, Don!” Joyce cried in surprise. He had not shown his full strength in the earlier spanking. 

Don pushed two fingers into her wet pussy, “First we need to discuss liens against this property. You have signed the divorce papers and the only remaining matter is for you to vacant the former property, right?” His hand worked in and out.

“Yes!” Joyce moaned.

“There are no joint tenants, here,” Don’s thumb rubbed her clit. “I won’t tolerate late sessions with photographers, taking clients to dinner or working weekends. Is that clear?” Don shook his head as he watched the smile on Joyce’s face and knew she wasn’t listening. Removing his hand, he gave each cheek six hard slaps.

“Ouch!” Joyce screamed. “That’s hurt.”

“You weren’t listening to me.” 

“I was, too.”

“Then what did I say?”

“You said that we are going to live here and you will take good care of me.” Joyce reached back to rub her crimson tush.

Don held her hand against him and shook his head. “Oh, I’m going to take good care of you.” He bend to kiss her burning cheek. “Now, dear one, pay attention. We are writing our contract here.” He slapped each cheek. “If a condition isn’t met, then it will be paid for – here.” He slapped each cheek harder.

During the next half hour, Don spanked Joyce through the conditions of their agreement – no joint tenants, the metes and bounds, points, and the statute of limitation for each condition. He also made it clear that she would never reach her majority, cause he already knew she was unable to handle her own affairs.

Don watched Joyce come to accept these conditions as she stood in the bedroom corner displaying her ruby bottom. Don smiled, thinking that woman is a jewel and I love her flaws and all. Walking up behind her, Don leaned into her, pressing his hard arousal against her swollen pussy. Bending her slightly, Don took her in one thrust, reaching around to claim a breast as his other hand teased her clit. He loved her warm buns against his thighs, but yearned for more.

He turned her and gently picked her up and placed her tenderly on the bed. Positioning himself on top, Don passionately kissed Joyce as he once again joined to make them one.

“Welcome home, darling.”

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