It’s been a while since I posted any new M/F material, so here’s a little tale for those who like a good romantic spanking tale.
This place smells like flowers and embalming fluid. Nobody is at the front desk, but a gentle song emanating from the rear of the building draws him through the waiting room with its comforting boxes of tissues at the ready for mourners
A young woman flits about placing flowers in arrangements about a gleaming mahogany coffin. He clears his throat, but she seems not to hear him, humming to herself as she goes about her business with a gaiety that seems out of place in this hallowed home of death.
“Excuse me, miss.”
His greeting goes entirely ignored. Unless she is deaf, she is deliberately ignoring him.
“Excuse me, miss, police business.”
She looks up in surprise and drops the flower she is holding.
“Balls!”
“Excuse me, young lady?”
“Balls!” She repeats the curse with a gleeful grin.
“Is that any kind of language to use in a mortuary?”
“I don’t think he cares what I say,” she gestures cavalierly towards a closed coffin in the corner.





