White, bulky, visible from half a street away. Probably the pride of his wardrobe but that gilet wasn’t subtle.
I sighed. He needed subtle. He needed many things, including a good spanking.
It was another knock at the door, frantic use of the knocker; it wasn’t even children, it was the 20 year old students from a few doors down. One of them clearly had a crush on me, just lacked the confidence or experience to do anything about it.
Knocking on my door and running away wasn’t going to win my heart. It got my attention though. He was awful at this, so bad he maybe wanted to get caught. He didn’t run far, certainly not far enough, especially with that gilet reflecting the street lamps.
Not that it made much difference, I’d watched him approach, watched him knock and watched him amble behind a bush that was too small to conceal him, even without the almost glowing gilet. My security cameras were discrete but not hidden, surely he knew they were there?
I didn’t answer the door. I left the house by the side door instead. The police might frown at my shotgun but when you’re being harassed by a young fit man they’d understand my caution. I’d loaded with rock salt, a shot to the legs would leave him limping for a week but nothing more.
He didn’t know that. He heard me cock it behind him, my approach masked by his childish giggles, and jumped up in astonishment, turning to see me, and… he shit himself.
Literally just stood there and filled his pants. Lost control at the front too, a dark stain spreading across and down his tan slacks.
I would have laughed, nearly did, but this was my chance. I motioned with the gun, followed it with a clear instruction. “Move. Round the back. No, through that door. Turn right. Yes, that little room. It’s a wet room, downstairs shower, and I think you need it.”
He stood there in shock, too embarrassed to say anything, too scared to take any actions I didn’t order.
Which was fine. I’d been looking for a new toy and this one already liked bulky white clothing, unsubtle, visible from half a street away. I had just the thing for him, and he could hardly decline. He’d just shown he needed it…