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 Any Other Name
 By NEVERcummingback

"Good morning. This is Flower Potty, how can I help you?"

"Hello there. I need some flowers for my wife, but not just run of the mill stuff. I need something really special."

"Well, you've called the right place, sir," said Lucy, the owner of Flower Potty. "We have the widest selection of flowers in the area."

"Good. I want a big bouquet, but it must have yellow roses in it."

"Fine, we can do that."

"The problem is that I'm after a specific variety of rose. I want Texas Yellows. They're a very pale colour with..."

"...with a pink edge to the petals." Lucy reached for a catalogue. "Those are very rare, sir. I'm afraid we don't carry them in stock."

"Oh." The man's voice went flat. "Isn't there anything you can do? It's our little in-joke, you see. It'll make her day if I can get her some."

"I just don't know," said Lucy. "I can try calling around our suppliers to see if I can get hold of any."

"Would you? I'd be most grateful. Money is no object. In fact, I run the local newspaper. If you get hold of some, I'll do you a free review and advertisement."

"That's very generous of you, sir. I'll do my best. Can I take a telephone number?"

The man gave her his details. "Thanks a lot."

"Goodbye, sir."

The bell over the shop door jangled as Lucy put the phone down. Her new assistant breezed in and threw her coat on the rack.

Morning, Lucy!"

"Good morning, Amanda."

Lucy looked at the young lady and rolled her eyes. Amanda was vivacious and fashionable, with a voluptuous figure that she liked to show off. Today she was wearing a tight pink crop top and an even tighter leather mini skirt. Lucy winced at the height of her stiletto heels.

She couldn't help glancing at herself in the mirrored wall. It wasn't that she looked bad. She worked out regularly at the local gym to keep herself trim, and she knew that the guys there liked to check her out. She'd caught them at it when they thought her mind was elsewhere.

It was just that, compared to Amanda, she felt so plain. Her cream blouse was conservative, and she'd hidden her legs under plain, loose fitting black slacks. Unlike Amanda, whose long, blonde hair was charmingly dishevelled no matter how she wore it, Lucy's dark brown hair was trimmed in a neat bob.

Lucy sighed. They'd got on like a house on fire at the interview. Despite a fifteen-year age gap, they shared some similar interests, and Amanda's glamour girl looks belied the sharp mind underneath. She was the best assistant Lucy had found in five years of trying.

"Amanda, I've got a job for you."

"Sure. What is it?"

"I need you to ring round all of our suppliers. Some big shot at the local rag called. He wants a bunch of Texas Yellow roses for his wife, and he'll make it really worth our while if we get some."

Amanda frowned. "I've never even heard of them."

"They're rare. There isn't much call for yellow roses. See what you can do, please."

"No problem, boss."

Amanda picked up the telephone and started dialling. The doorbell jangled again as a customer entered. Lucy gave the newcomer a broad smile.

"Good morning, Mrs. Kelly. How can I help you?"

Two hours later, Amanda put the phone down with a sigh. Lucy gave her a mug of steaming hot coffee.

"It's no good, Lucy. I've tried everyone. Half of them hadn't even heard of it, and the rest said there was no chance of getting any."

"You tried Greenfingers?"

"Boss, I've tried everyone in the three surrounding counties. The best they could suggest was that you try some of the big London firms, but there's no way they'd get here in time."

"Blast." Lucy sat down. "I really wanted to impress this guy. A good write-up in the newspaper would help business no end."

"I'm sorry, Lucy."

"It's not your fault, Amanda. Well, we've tried our best. I'd better give him a call and give him the bad news."

Amanda set down her mug with a thump.

"Just a minute. What about private gardens?"

"What do you mean?"

"Obviously I've tried all the commercial growers. But what if one of the gardens around here had some? Mightn't they be willing to sell you a few?"

Lucy thought for a moment. "It's a good idea, but I can't think of any that have any yellow roses, let alone that particular variety."

"I can," said Amanda. "Well, I can't guarantee a Texas Yellow, but it'd be worth a shot."

Really? Where?"

"There's a house on the edge of the village. I walk past it every day on my way in. It's got walls, but you can see over them, and they've got a huge rose garden. I'm pretty sure they've got yellow ones."

"Where is this?"

"It's the pale green Georgian house on the corner of Mountbatten Street. You know the one?"

Lucy nodded. "Yes, I do. And they definitely have roses?"

"Loads of them. The garden is huge. It must be a couple of acres at least, but there's a formal rose garden down one entire side of the house."

Brilliant. It's not far. It's got to be worth a last try before I call this chap. Well done, Amanda."

The young woman grinned. "Thanks. I'll get my coat."

"No, wait. You stay here and mind the shop. I'll take the car. It'll be quicker."

Lucy left the shop by the back door and got into her little red Audi TT. She headed straight for the outskirts of the village and the big Georgian house. It stood at the end of a leafy avenue, with only one other large house between it and the open countryside beyond. A narrow street ran down one side of the gardens, and Lucy parked under an ancient elm tree.

The formal gardens were surrounded by a four-foot stone wall, with iron railing mounted along the top. Lucy walked back to the road and along the front of the house. It did indeed boast a magnificent rose garden, with eight separate beds fanning out from a central brick patio. Right in the centre was a beautiful statue of Diana, the huntress.

The main gates were closed and locked. Lucy pressed the buzzer at one side. After a minute with no reply, she pressed it again. There was still no answer, and no sign of life within the house. Forty feet away, she could see a mass of yellow roses, filling one of the eight beds.

"Right," she muttered. "There's only one thing for it."

She returned to the street where she'd parked her car. After a quick look up and down, she reached for the iron railings and hauled herself up the wall. With only a little difficulty she scrambled over the top and dropped down into the garden. Clutching her bag, she crept around the side of the house.

At the end of the bed of yellow roses, she saw the distinctive pink edges of the Texas Yellow.

"Oh, thank goodness." She ran down the gravel path and crouched beside them. There were eight or nine bushes, each with at least twelve flowers. She pulled one of the blossoms towards her nose and took a deep sniff.

Wow. No wonder he loves these so much."

She pulled a pair of secateurs from her bag and snipped low down on one of the stems. Carefully she laid the flower down beside the bag and reached for another. As the blades closed, the gravel crunched behind her.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

Lucy spun round, slipped, and landed on her bottom, legs splayed in front of her. She looked up at a dark-haired man. He stood with his hands on his hips and stared down at her from beneath thick eyebrows, scrunched together. His chin was set at a determined angle, and his lips were a tight line across his stubble.

"I...erm...I n-needed some of these roses..."

His brown eyes narrowed further. "Needed? Don't give me that crap. I've had it with you bloody vandals, trampling over my flowers and helping yourselves."

Lucy scrambled to her feet. "I'm not a vandal. Listen, I can explain."

"You can explain to … man put two fingers in his mouth and let out a piercing whistle. "Brutus! Here, boy!"

A huge Doberman Pinscher hurtled round the side of the house and stood beside the man. Lucy's eyes widened.

"No!"

She turned and ran.

Oh no you don't! Get back here."

As she sprinted for the gates, Lucy could hear his heavy footfalls in the gravel behind her. Her boots weren't made for running, and despite her head start he was gaining on her.

When she saw the still-closed gates, a sob escaped her lips. She made a desperate jump for the railings on one side and pulled herself up the wall. As she reached the top, the man's hand closed on her blouse and pulled hard.

With a nasty, tearing sound, part of the blouse gave way. Buttons shot off in all directions, and Lucy toppled backwards to the floor. The man stood astride her. Lucy looked up at him and whimpered. She tried to pull the edges of her ruined blouse together to hide her lacy black bra from his piercing gaze.

I'm sorry. Please, I didn't mean any harm. Don't hurt me."

"Too little, too late. You're coming with me, love."

He reached down and grabbed her arm. With a sharp tug, he yanked her to her feet and dragged her along the path towards the front door of the house.

"Where are you taking me?"

"You'll see. Now shut up and walk."

The man kept a tight hold of her arm while he fumbled in his pocket for the key and unlocked the front door. His dog sat in the porch like a marble statue, its head held proud and erect. The man pushed her over the threshold and shut the door behind them. He locked it.

"Oh, God! What are you going to do with me?"

"This way."

With a hand on Lucy's shoulder, he steered her across the marble tiled hallway and through a heavy oak door, which he also closed and locked behind them. The room beyond was lined with bookcases, and a huge, mahogany desk stood in the centre. He left Lucy standing and sat in a leather chair behind it.

Well, young lady, you are in a lot of trouble."

It had been a while since anyone had called Lucy young, and under any other circumstances she might have snapped at him not to be so patronising. Her mouth opened, but she closed it again when he reached for the telephone on one side of the desk.

"Oh please, I'm begging you, don't call … pay you whatever you want for the roses."

His hand froze halfway to the phone and he looked at her.

Well, young...What is your name, anyway?"

"Lucy. It's Lucy."

"Well, Lucy, you place me in something of a quandary. You beg very nicely, and I'd love to oblige, but I really feel that you deserve to be punished. I can't just let you off, now can I? What do you suggest I do?"

Lucy shrugged. Tears formed in her eyes. "I don't know," she whispered.

man put his fingers together and stared at her for a long minute. Suddenly he clapped his hand. The loud noise made Lucy jump.

"I have an idea. This is your choice. I won't call … you. Thank you so much."

"I won't call … you will accept a spanking as punishment for trying to steal my roses."

What?" Lucy's mouth hung open.

"That's my offer, Lucy. A spanking or … choice."

"You can't be serious."

He leaned back in his chair and folded his arms. "o I look like I'm joking?"

"I can't. I won't let you spank me."

I'm sorry to hear that." He shook his head and reached for the telephone. … is, then."

Lucy took a step forward.

"Wait!"

He looked up at her. Her shoulders slumped, and she stared down at her feet. Her arms hung limply by her side, the torn blouse forgotten.

"Very well. I accept my punishment."

"Good! I knew you'd see things my way."

"I suppose you want me to bend over the end of your desk."

"Not yet. First I want you to take off your trousers."

lucy's mouth trembled. "ardon?"

I want you to take off your trousers, Lucy. You will take the spanking on your bare bottom."His hand hovered over the telephone. Lucy closed her eyes and took a deep breath. With trembling hands she reached for the button and unfastened it. She unzipped the trousers and let them fall to the ground. They were loose, and easily passed over her black boots. The man nodded as she stepped out of them and picked them up. She folded them and placed them on an ancient armchair.

"And those." He pointed at her lacy black panties.

No. Please, no."

He got to his feet and walked around the desk. Lucy stared straight ahead while he stepped behind her. His hot breath tickled her ear and sent a shiver down her spine. When he grasped the back of her panties, something turned over deep inside her.

"When I say bare bottom," he whispered, "I mean bare bottom."

He yanked hard. Lucy felt a brief constriction around her stomach, then nothing, as the delicate material tore along the seams. He tossed the skimpy fragment to one side

"Now you can bend over the desk."

Lucy walked forward until she felt the edge of the desk against the thighs. She bent at the waist and laid her chest on the leather inlay. She reached out her hands and wrapped them around the thick wood.

Good girl." His voice was a murmur.She heard the rustle of cloth as he rolled up his sleeves, and the creak of a floorboard as he took up his position behind her. His knuckles cracked. His hand rested against her bottom for a moment, as though he was measuring its position.

Lucy tensed. Her knuckles whitened, and a single tear trickled down her cheek.

She was aware of the absence of his hand. The air moved. His shoulder creaked, ever so quietly. She heard his grunt first, then the sound of the first slap. Then the pain flared, appalling, sudden

"Owwwww! Oh god!"The second blow followed quickly. Lucy screamed.

"Owwwww! It hurts!"

He paused. "Of course it hurts. It wouldn't be much of a punishment if it didn't, now would it? Are you ready for the next one?"

No, please, no more! Owwwww!"

The third blow landed with a crack. Lucy sobbed into the desk. She danced on her toes to quieten the burning in her buttocks.

"Keep still, or it'll hurt even more."

After six slaps, the man paused and rubbed his hands together. Lucy knew her bottom must be glowing red, but she felt the burning in her cheeks as well. To her horror, and shame, the heat had spread. Hepussy was throbbing with desire. She tried not to move, tried to keep her legs tightly closed so that he wouldn't see her arousal, her shameful secret.

"Halfway there, love. Keep that cute little arse in the air now, there's a good girl."

Lucy closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. Each time his hand came down another surge shuddered through her body. Her cunt - she was horrified at herself for even thinking the word - was engorged, and the insides of her thighs were wet. The noise of the slaps echoed around the room, followed by her sucked-in breath. Her legs seemed to have a mind of their own. She fought to keep them closed.

"That's it," said the man. "Well done."

Lucy sighed. Her feet shuffled apart on the plush carpet and she thrust her backside out at him.

"Actually," she said, "I think I deserve a couple more."

He drew in his breath. His hand touched the hot flesh of her bottom, moved down, between her legs. His finger ran along her slick lips, parting them. She knew it would be coated with her juices when he removed it. Her hips pushed down into his hand. She closed her eyes, her cheeks hot and flushed.

"Well, well, well." The man chuckled. "You are a very naughty little girl, aren't you? Very naughty indeed."

He spanked her twice more, both times drawing a little exclamation from her. His hand returned to her pussy and stroked. He sought and found the little nub above her opening and ran a finger around itLucy cried out. The pain in her bottom was forgotten, replaced by an insatiable need.

She heard the rasp of his zip. His hand pushed down on her back. When his cock bumped against her, she whimpered.

"o you want this? Tell me you want it.""I want it. Yes, please, I want it."

His hard rod parted her lips.Beg, Lucy. I want to hear you beg.""Oh, please, fuck me. I want you to fuck me right now."

"Very good," he said.

He slid forwards, filling her slowly and inexorably.

"Oh, yes!"

She gripped the desk hard. When his thighs brushed against her bottom, she realised that she had been holding her breath the entire time. She let it out in a rush. The man pulled back and fucked her with long, deliberate strokes. As he did so, he bought his hands down on her bottom, one after the other, not so hard as before, but enough to sting the tender skin. Lucy squealed at each slap, and her orgasm built from deep inside her. When it hit, her legs buckled. The man held her up as spasms wracked her body.

"Oh yes! Oh god, yes! Ooooo! Oh god!"

It seemed never ending. Shocks continued to reverberate through her body. She could feel every inch of his cock inside her, could feel her muscles clenching at him. At last the feelings died down. She gave a sigh.

The man stroked in and out of her. She lay there in a blissful daze, allowing him to do what he needed. Her body was limp beneath him when he finally reached his own climax. His hotness filled her, drawing from her another smaller but more surprising climax.

He left her sprawled across his desk. The door banged. When he returned, he was holding a damp cloth. He tossed it over to her and sat at his desk.

"Here. Clean yourself up and get out of here." His voice was gruff. "You can take a few of those roses on your way out. I guess you've earned them."He watched in silence as she wiped the cloth over her wet skin. She avoided his gaze while she pulled on her trousers and fastened them. The material rubbed at her sore bottom.

Goodbye, Mr..."

"Lawton. James Lawton." He picked up some papers from a wooden tray.

"Goodbye, Mr. Lawton." She paused. "And...erm...thank you."

He didn't even look up from his reading. "Goodbye, Lucy. I hope you've learned your lesson. Shut the door behind you, please."

Lucy walked out of his study and shut the door as he had asked. Outside, she leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. Her hand crept down and ran over her pussy, just once. She drew in her breath, stood up straight and left the house.

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Back at the shop, Amanda looked at her in dismay"What on Earth happened to you? You look a right state."

Lucy ran a hand through her hair, which was even more dishevelled than Amanda'"I had to climb over the wall to get the roses. I got caught on the top and fell down. That's when my blouse got ripped."Amanda shook her head. "Crikey. I hope this guy appreciates how much trouble you went to."

"I'm sure he will," replied Lucy. "Come on. Let's get his arrangement ready."

The shop bell rang a short while later, and a man entered. He was tall, with dark hair and rich, brown eyes. His leather jacket was just the right side of distressed.

I rang earlier," he said. "You said you'd try to get some Texas Yellow roses for me to give my wife."

"Yes, sir." Amanda looked at Lucy. "It was hard work, but we got your roses. Here's the bouquet."

The man whistled as Amanda lifted the flowers from behind the desk. The yellow roses looked spectacular amidst the green foliage and contrasting, smaller flowers.

"Fabulous. Absolutely fabulous. How much do I owe you?"

"Fifty pounds, please, sir. How will you be paying for that?"

The man handed over a credit card. Lucy slid it into the machine"Would you enter your PIN number for me, please?"he waited until the transaction completed and removed his card. She glanced at it before giving it back to him with his receipt.

hank you very much, Mr. Lawton. I hope you'll use us again sometime."

"I'm sure I will." The man smiled and turned to Lucy. "And what time can I expect you home, my love?"

She grinned back. "In about an hour, James."

He patted her bottom and chuckled at the pained expression on her face. "I'll have dinner ready, and some soft cushions on the sofa. See you soon."

He kissed her and left with the bouquet.

"Was that...?"

Lucy nodded. "My husband. Yes.