Jessie and the Rental (for Goombasa)

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Sunlight lanced into the kitchen through a large picture window that served little purpose in Jessie's almost-all-white kitchen (with the black marble counter-island in the middle) but to make her happy. With its view of the bay, far below the large hill her home was set upon, it did a good job of that. She was a big fan of her newspaper every morning, and her breakfasts were long and leisurely, accompanied by a large steaming mug of coffee. Today, said mug was sitting, untouched, on the counter, along with her still-folded paper, of which she hadn't even looked at the headlines. The fox-woman was dressed far too nicely for the early hour, her dusky red fur offset by a cream turtleneck sweater, jeans, and a pair of boots that probably cost as much as her year's subscription to the Song Harbor Tribune.

This was only one of the many rooms that Jessie showed off her good fortunes in - the huge flat screen television in the mostly-red living room, for example - or the enormous white tub that could fit a refrigerator, if one ever required a bubble bath, in the very-blue bathroom. Her condition meant that she couldn't leave home very often, so rather than make it a prison, she made it a castle. Her inheritence was complimented very nicely by the novels she'd gotten published, and if it wasn't for her general loneliness...

Well, that was why she wasn't drinking her coffee or reading her paper today. Today was the day she'd finally gain her new houseguest and employee.



Jessie had spent years frustrated by her illness. She'd been alone oftentimes as a girl, and that habit just hadn't changed since. It meant that her writing was something she could spend plenty of time on, yes, but it also meant she'd missed out on alot. When the other girls wildly chased the cute paddlemen and their pushcarts, she'd only been able to watch, enviously. In college, there'd been no chance for her to even visit the Bottomwarm courts, or cheer their team, as the matches could go on for hours. ...and now... well... she was lonely! Enough was enough - and now she had the money to fix it.



So Jessie had spent her time online, and made her phonecalls, and done her research, and, eventually, found an ad in the paper. A local girl who's lease was up, and who needed a new place to stay. That information had made their arrangement all the sweeter.... for who really wanted to have to wait a couple hours while their professional spanker fought through tourist traffic to make their way to your house?

She had the guestroom ready, and a spare cup of coffee available and waiting for the stranger to ring the bell and introduce herself. ...even if the whole spanking thing didn't work out (after a few tries, of course!) then maybe Jessie would find a new friend -- giving the poor girl a place to stay while she got back on her feet wouldn't hurt her chances, after all!

Xella rechecked the address to make sure she had the right place. The fox smiled and wagged her tail, setting down her two large suit cases, ringing the front doorbell, only too glad to finally be out of that cramped apartment and into a nice place with someone to talk to... and spank! Hehe.

She would bring in the rest of her stuff later. She had only brought, in one case, her spare clothes, and in her other, all of her toys and impliments. She tapped her foot as she waited.

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Jessie raced to the door and opened it quickly, too excited to be shy.

"Uh, hi! Come in!" she might not have been shy at the moment, but she was blushing: her whole body felt warm, and she could barely stand how relieved she was to finally have her guest. She led the other vixen into the hall, gesturing for her to put her bags down right in the hall - they'd get to them later, and she'd rather not stand on ceremony. Instead she closed the door behind them, and led her right into the kitchen.

"I'm so glad you made it... was the traffic bad?" she asked as she headed to the counter, and held up the empty mug. "Coffee?"

Smiling, Xella walked in and set her bags down, as indicated as she looked around. It was a nice place, definitely upper middle class. She licked her lips and then examined her client. Well well, quite a nice body to boot. She would enjoy her stay here, no question about that. She blinked when the questions were asked and smiled again. "Hmm? No, the traffic was fine. I just took a bus here. Don't have a car of my own." She smiled and sat down, crossing her legs. "No thank you... tea would be fine if that's possible."

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"Oh! Sure, I think I have some tea in the cabinet..."

She poured the boiling water waiting for her into the other mug, and retrieved a small box of teas, both of which she placed before the girl. That done, she returned to her usual spot at the counter, and, mug in hand, sized up her new guest.

"That had to be a long walk uphill." she said, frowning. The nearest bus stop was, quite literally, way down there. It was a nice day and all, but to do that with packages... "Would you like a glass of water first, instead? You must be tired from all that walking."

Or maybe that was just Jessie's impression - with her condition, it was a walk she certainly might not have made it through.

The fox casually uncrossed and recrossed her legs, shaking her head. "Just the tea thank you." She smirked. "In my line of work, you build up strong arm and leg muscles. Strong arms from holding people down and moving your hands rapidly, and strong leg muscles from always having something across your lap." She gave a knowing wink and chuckled.

She took a quick opportunity to look around the kitchen and smiled. "So, tell me a bit about yourself," she said gently. "I want to know what my roommate and client is like so that I may adjust myself accordingly."

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She blushed a bit at the wink, but nodded politely. Jessie's eyes turned away from her guest, again gazing out her picture window while a deep sip of coffee filled her mouth. She sighed pleasurably before answering.

"Well, uh, I told you over the phone how I can't go out much. I get tired - its not really anemia, but... it would just be kind of dangerous if I started falling asleep in buses or in stores, or something... so I mostly work out of home. I write a little, but I guess I'm lucky that I don't really need the money..."

Jessie thoughtlessly shrugged again. "And you? How'd you get into ... I mean, actually spanking 'professionally'?"

It wasn't something alot of people did for money. It didn't pay all that much, since everyone and their moms loved it. It was more of a just-out-of-college thing, which is what Jessie assumed the young-looking vixen was.

Xella smiled gently, nodding. "Oh, well, I just graduated college, as you probably can tell." She giggled. "But beside that, my mama was also a professional spanker, working from home while dad was the real bread-winner in the family. I got interested in it at an early age and mom trained me how to be a good spanker. Through college, I built up a bit of a reputation spanking bad boys and girls and renting myself out as a spanker." She smirked. "It worked well and I decided to make a career out of it, though I majored in physical therapy in college."

She took a small sip from her tea before grinning at the lady again. "I want to take this opportunity to thank you for even letting me stay here with you." She smiled again before taking another sip. "Now, if I may change the subject a bit to something more professional, may I see your bottom? I'd like to know what kind of bum you have so I know how hard or soft I can be while spanking it, and what sort of tolerance for pain you have."

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Jessie's expression tensed in surprise, and she bit her lip.

"Um, I can tell you that one without you looking!" she said, a nervous smile breaking out, even as her heartbeat doubled with a little shock, or fear. "I.. uh, haven't had alot. I've been spanked by my parents, but they kind of stopped in college. I only had a few here and there with my roommates, just friendly ones - nothing serious..." she rubbed her thighs self-consciously, not wanting to jump right into showing the still-stranger her bottom at all, just yet. She wasn't a prude - (mostly because this wasn't something to be embarrassed of) but she didn't want to rush right into business. As far as she was concerned, if Xella was living here, she'd be her roommate - moreso, her guest - first, her spanker second.

...though she wasn't quite sure how to get that across.

"Maybe in a minute." she amended, hopefully. "-and how could you tell just by looking?" she added, curiously, before hiding her face back in her coffee for another deep sip.

Xella smiled gently. "We're all built differently, but there are certain body types that continue to appear in society. For example, a woman can be thin and attractive, but her bottom my defy the rest of her body and be big and jiggly. For that kind of butt, in order for her to feel pain, you need to spank a bit harder than usual because she has a bit of extra cushioning on her backside."

She giggled and looked her companion up and down again. "Now, without looking at your behind, I would say that you have a very muscular behind, one that's very taught and round." She sipped her tea again. "On that wouldn't require any extra spanking to get a point across." She leaned forward, her fingers lacing lightly.