Janus; Drones In The Wind by SweetCaroline1982

Janus; Drones In The Wind by SweetCaroline1982

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Janus; Drones In The Wind

By Sweet Caroline

Thank you for my editor kenji for their wonderful insights to make this story better for the reader.

One wondered what issue could suddenly crop up. Janus who was quite pretty with light brown hair with a tinge of light blonde mixed in and split gently down between her rosy cheek. It wouldn’t be fair to call her a snob, but the girl was known to be moody striking her off putting personality to saying she had had a bad year. It sure as heck make a ‘real’ man give he a damn good, panties down bare bottom spanking. Perhaps a turn being paddled on her two-face behind

It was there, Janus surmised since she worked there, she could pull it off, if Janus used her honor roll smarts and opportunity available from the trust she had built up with the manger. A score quite frankly that would set her up fine for a new start in life. When the store closed, Janus didn’t give a ‘root tooting hoot’ that it was wrong to relieve the elegant store of their fanciest furs.

Her soprano voice rang in the crimson air near sunset. It was a signal for the drones to go into the alley behind the store and pull the wrapped Frazier Furs bags out of the dumpster.

She had programmed the wind drones to do her bidding, all done with her sing-sing verse voice commands. As they the wind drones took off in the crimson sky just before the sun set over the horizon. The GPS air tags Janus used to mark the bags. Drones using their built-in claws pick up and cleverly transport and take them to the old Lowes white with blue lettering truck, she had found online for the robbery, at the end of the Belk Shopping Center alley. The idea was for the vehicle not to stand out, or look out of place, as Janus retrieved the bagged furs with Crimson Fine Furriers in script on the sides from the pre-programmed drones.

After all, she couldn’t have the drones dragging the protective bags down the street to the abandoned cabin in the woods, south of town.

Everything went like clockwork. The fence would buy the furs and give Janus cash to start her new encumbered life. Free as a bird and being sure that she had gotten off scot-free, she would board her Piedmont Airlines flight, a Boeing jet with a blue stripe down the fuselage and Piedmont painted in red above it. As the plane took would take off from rural California near FT. Bragg. At ease and feeling quite proud of herself, Janus would be reclining in her seat, the deed done, and nobody being the wiser, smiling and flipping her shoulder-length brown hair out of her face. Happy, she would be flying off to a brand-spanking-new life…!

Later that week; Janus met with a fence upon her return to the Carolina’s:

I’ll take twenty thousand dollars for the whole lot.”

The fur fence threw the full-length sable back at Janus and it hit her in the face when she failed to catch it. Here, you can keep them!

“These are quality furs.” Janus said, with a pout.

The fence rubbed the fur together, put it up to his nose and sniffed.

“This one is stagy and these two are remnants sewn together. I am going to have to dye, restyle and cut most of these, just to sell them. I will give you six thousand dollars for all of them, in cash.

Janus was startled at his refusal to meet her price for what she knew were luxurious furs of the finest quality. However, she had a plane to catch, so she took a lot less than she wanted to for furs. Still, she was pleased that it was enough to wipe the stain of the crummy little town full of sand fords, old cars. and she came from, off the bottom of her shoe, and to start a new life in the shadow of the recently built, glass, Embassy Suites hi-rise hotel where she had once taken part in a wedding after party near RDU.

His name is Marty Gwynne, and this is the story of how, in a very surprising turn of events, that over twenty years later, he wound up in a relationship with the most beautiful and spank-worthy bottom in our entire school. And I he owed it all to his bitch,

Janus, who heard what I he could not, and put him on the path of the most beautiful thief in the world. Well, at least in his eyes. Her name was Janus and her round, shapely bottom snugged her bell-bottom jeans, as they sang in the song,

“Can’t Get You Out of My Head.”

The newspaper and the TV stations were full of the news about the daring robbery, which nobody seemed to be able to solve. They called it The Crimson Fur Caper. However, Marty knew the participant in the robbery. Her name was Janus and snobbery was her middle name. And, he had never suspected Janus, as she had said her goodbyes at the Crimson Furrier section of the ladies’ store he ran for his grandfather.

Janus was quite proud of herself. Arrogantly, she thought she had pulled off the perfect crime. Amber Rump at WTVD reported the furs stolen were worth over forty thousand dollars. However, Janus had overlooked one simple detail. And, that little detail led Marty right to the lair where the furs had been assembled and fenced and the collar tags burned.

Marty had stumbled into the solution to solving the holiday caper, and it all started with the pretty, brown-haired former salesgirl from Belk’s, who had just turned eighteen, had left behind her pilfering drones with her sister.

He followed the two drones on his bike, winding up at the abandoned cabin in the woods. Marty Gwynne smiled at the poetic justice of his classmate being the scoundrel, that such an aloof stick-up-her-butt pretty girl was responsible for the daring holiday caper.

Marty had gotten his proof when he discovered the synthetic tags from furs that had not burned in the fireplace. Imagine his surprise when he found the employee, he had given a party catered by Subway, was the thief that left him with no real furs at the peak of the holiday season. Marty found that Janus had absconded to points unknown, as his proof was flimsy at best. Still, he had a nagging urge to catch up to Janus and give her something for her behind. He missed the sight of Janus in her bell-bottom blue jeans and bare belly button already.

Janus felt a spanking on top of having to work off the money at the Crimson Fine Furriers inside Belk, store was cockeyed and a little askew. The talented computer programmer had been demoted from her cushy comfortable job of selling luxurious fur coats.

Instead, she would pay back every last red cent gift-wrapping every gift sold by the other salesgirls who Marty felt acted like giggling silly schoolgirls.

Marty had wanted to spank Janus’s behind since his days in the singing choral group, when he had walked far behind her, as she wore her tight bell-bottom blue jeans at practice.

Marty and Joe had really enjoyed the view of her butt’s sway back and forth, and proclaimed Janus had the best bottom at Julie Wood high school. All that considered, it was no surprise part of Marty’s deal with Janus was a whiz-bang hard spanking. His hand would never be the same once it felt the firm round and bountiful flesh of the contours of Janus’s bottom.

That’s when Marty removed his large hand and pick up the paddle to spank Janus for the first of many times as his A&P, Age Play, daddy-daughter relationship. Janus stared at Marty in disbelief, that she had agreed to the new deal. Right then, she wished she had treated her former boss better; in fact, a lot better, but that was the past and this was now.

Janus’s boss opened his business bag he had carried into the room, and retrieved a round, varnished, light-wooden paddle he had bought a year ago. It was the junior high school paddle, from his private collection, he had bought anonymously at auction when spanking had been abolished at the school. Among those that had felt its paralyzing sting were Marty and Gwyndolyn. Janus’s eyes went wide with surprise and disbelief, as she saw the feared school’s wooden paddle.

Marty, surely you can’t think I’m going to let you use the school paddle that was banned on me! Janus appeared anxious and begged for a pardon, but none was forthcoming. This is heinous, Marty Gwynne!

The queen of snob was finally about to be spanked, and Marty’s paddle would provide the sting! Twenty or not, the pampered young woman’s excuses for her masterminding the Frazier Fur Caper had come up short to her boss and to her stepmother. Janus’s pert bottom trembled, under her green fairy skirt, as she listened to Marty.

Marty sat and guided Janus toward his lap. There is a benefit to you being paddled. All your theft debts will be paid off working in special services in the store. However, Hanus, I will paddle you, and that is a generous offer considering your actions. Your own behavior brought this on, and you can only blame yourself. I can save your pretty bottom from jail, but not from a good hard spanking with the Morgan Paddle. I sincerely hope you appreciate my efforts and will be a devoted daughter in our role-play. relationship. Consequently, Janus, we will deal with your actions in the time-honored manner that turns naughty girls into fine, outstanding young ladies.

Janus soon found herself bent over her boyfriend’s lap. The twenty-year-old was sorry for programming her drones how to snatch the furs and for selling them. Janus felt her short, green fairy skirt rise above her bottom. Her shapely round mounds through the tint of her white tights, and matching green panties stretched drum tight across her round bottom, was a pleasing sight to Marty.

Janus shuddered and felt goosebumps developing on her skin under her tights and wafer-thin light green panties, as she felt her boyfriend’s hand slide under the elastic bands, holding everything in place. Marty tugged her tights and her brief-style green panties down and off her legs.