She paused to read a few of the suggestions written underneath, “I’m not doing that, or that, or… is that one even possible. I’m definitely not doing that! Hmm, she’s kinda cute, I probably would do that. I might do that, and… Holy shit all of them! No way!”
Turning, she saw the Station Chief watching her. The man grinned, “You okay there, Margo? Anything bothering you?”
“Nope! Not a thing.”
He smiled and nodded, “As long as you’re okay with it. Just mind and say if anyone goes too far.”
Margo nodded and smiled back, “It’s okay, Rob. They’ve all been really kind, and this,” she pointed at the pin up. “I think this is them laughing with me, not at me. Does that sound weird?”
“Nah, I think they like you,” he waved his hand at her, “and not just because of the obvious, though I bet that helps. But you’re a good worker, and a good sport. And I saw you giving Gwen a wee hug when she needed it the other day after we got back from that incident. And if I saw it, so did they.”
The man turned to amble off, looking for all the world like a large piece of heavy machinery that had just decided to get up and go for a casual stroll, “Oh, I just brewed a fresh pot of coffee, just go in and help yourself if you fancy a cup.”
Margo watched him go and licked her lips. But she wasn’t sure if it was because of the thought of fresh coffee, or maybe something else…
It was a couple of days later, when she was delivering a tray full of sandwiches to the Muster Room, that “Big” Tam Ferguson spoke up. “Oi Margo! I’ve got a wee bone to pick with you.”
She turned, “That’s funny, Tom, because I heard from a reliable source that it wasn’t that “wee.”
Fiona snorted, “I told ye not to say anything, Margo! He’ll just get a big heid now.”
Margo grinned, and turned back to the man, “What is it I can do for you, Mr. Ferguson?”
“Aye, well, it’s Tam, no Tom. And I’d like to know how this got intae my sandwich?”
The man held up a long strand and Margo could clearly see it was a hair, a long, very blonde hair.
Tam scowled, “This is jist no good enough, Margo. In fact, I think I’ll away and complain to Rob about this. I’m sure he’ll sort you oot.”
Margo surreptitiously looked about the room and sure enough everyone was watching her and grinning in obvious anticipation, “This is a prank, they’re hazing me.”
Deciding to play along she took a step closer to the man and her voice was almost a whimper, “Oh, please don’t do that! I could get in trouble!”
“Well, you should have thought of that before you started shedding in my scran.”
She moved closer still, “Please, I like it here, and he might… punish me,” she looked down at the floor, “with his belt.”
Tam grinned, “Well, I suppose I could no tell him, but…”
Margo gave him a desperately hopeful look, “But?”
“Well, I don’t think you should get off scot-free after all. In fact, think it’s only fair that you get a wee spanking, so you learn your lesson.”
“From you?”
“Aye.”
“And you promise not to tell Rob?”
“Seems fair.”
Margo’s smile could have lit the room, and she threw her arms around the man, “Sold American!”
Tam’s face was one of mixed shock and delight, “What, really?”
“Oh, yes, Tam. And you can spank me as hard as you like, give me a real thrashing, and I won’t complain. You can absolutely tan my ass as much as you want, as long as you don’t tell Rob.”
“Oh, hey now, lass, I was only kidding. I’d no hurt ye. In fact, you dinnae have to dae anyth-”
“Oh no, Tam, I deserve a spanking, I really do, um, but…”
His brow furrowed in suspicion, “But?”
“Well, you can spank my ass if you like, but I have a couple of conditions.”
“What conditions?”
“Well, I’ll go over your knee, as long as she goes over mine,” Margo turned and pointed at Firefighter Isla Buchanan, “oh, and for every spank you give me, I’m going to give her two.”
Isla was a short, attractive young woman with dark hair and dark eyes, nicknamed, “The Pocket Rocket” because of her diminutive size and fiery nature. She had an impish face and tendencies to match, and everyone knew she was the instigator in more than a few practical jokes. She was also probably the most determined woman Margo had ever met, and Margo also knew it would be a cold day in Hell before she let her teammates see her back down, from anything.
Isla feigned innocence, “Me? What the fuck has this got to do with me?”
“Well, Isla, I don’t actually make the sandwiches, and even if I did, I always have my hair tied up in the kitchen. But yesterday, you came into the shower room while I was in there, and I saw you playing with my hairbrush. I just thought you wanted to borrow it, but now…”
More than a few of the onlookers laughed and called out, “Ah, Isla, yer caught! Pay up, lass! If ye cannae take a joke, you shouldna be playin.”
Isla rolled her eyes, “Fine! I was just having a laugh. Tam’s been staring at yer backside all week, so I was trying to do him a favour. I knew he wouldna ever hurt ye.”
Tam blushed, “Sorry, Margo, but ye cannae blame me for staring; you’ve got a fantastic arse and no mistake.”
There were murmurs and nods of assent.
Margo smiled at the man, “No harm done, Tam, better staring at my butt than my tits.”
“But you’ve got great tits as well.”
“Yes, but staring at a ladies’ tits is just rude, Tam.”
Isla, Gwen and Fona all nodded in agreement.
The man pursed his lips, “So, hang on a sec. If I put you over my knee, then Isla gets a hiding as well?”
“Yup, only double.”
Isla jumped to her feet with a laugh, “You touch that lass Tam Ferguson, and you’re a fucking dead man!”
“Oh, now I dunno. I think I’d quite like to see that. How about the rest of you?”
This time the shouts were downright enthusiastic.
Gwen winked at Margo before turning to the woman next to her, “What’s it to be then, Isla? You backing oot?”
Margo shook her head, knowing what was coming next. And sure enough the short Fire-Fighter didn’t just take the bait, she swallowed it, hook, line and sinker.
“Me! Backing out! No fucking way. You just wallop away there big man. Er… Margo, I’ll give ye a chance to maybe compose yourself a wee bit after he’s done and come down to your office later on, so we can, well… You know.”
Margo laughed, “Oh Hell no! If I’m getting spanked on my bare ass here in front of everyone, then so are you. Otherwise, it’s a forfeit.”
The smaller woman shook her head and muttered, “How do I get into these things? Fine! Er, hang on, what would I forfeit?”
Tam spoke up, “Well if you forfeit, I’m gonna tan yer arse anyway, and then stick a picture of it up on the board for a “Caption Contest.”
“Oh, de ye bloody think so? You and who’s army?”
Gwen, Fiona and several others stood up, and Isla sighed, “Fuck! Me and my big mouth.”
Tam moved in his seat, and laughing, he gestured to his lap, “There you go, lass, be my guest.”
Margo slithered across his lap, brushing her body playfully over his groin and eliciting a hiss from the man, “Aw, fuck Margo! Seriously?”
Settling herself, on her tiptoes, with her legs kept straight, her posterior was perfectly raised and gloriously curved, while her firm breasts jiggled slightly as she moved into position and her long blonde hair hung almost to the floor. She giggled, “Hey Tam, is that a gun your pocket or are you just glad to see me?”
Tam looked at the fantastic sight before him and, blowing out a shaky breath, he stroked his hand across the woman’s bottom, eliciting a sigh, “Sweet Jesus, Margo, that’s awesome.”
Leaving the palm of his hand cupping and stroking one cheek, he leaned close to her and whispered, “You sure about this? I mean, we were only playing. I was just gonna cop a feel, I’d never have actually hit ye.”
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