As I sat in Mary's kitchen, naked as the day I was born, while we shared a breakfast of pancakes, I couldn't help but think how life can take sudden, strange turns. Two days ago, I didn't even know this older woman who had spanked me to tears in her living room just a few steps away.
As I ate, Mary told me about herself. She was far from the "old spinster" the property management had described. In her youth, Mary had joined the Peace Corps for four years. She had met a young doctor, fell in love but before they could marry, a bad car accident left her nearly crippled and unable to bear her own children.
At this point of her story, she looked out of her window and simply said, "Then he just left."
She stopped. I could see her eyes water.
Not knowing what else to do, I got up and walked over to where she was sitting. I put my arms around her and just squeezed. She hugged me back just as hard. Turning her chair away from the table, she pulled me so that I had to straddle her lap. I realize now how silly it must have looked: All 5'1"of me, completely naked, sitting in the lap of the 51 year old, 5'10" woman who had spanked me to tears the day before when she had caught me naked in my own hot tub in our shared backyard.
Mary must have realized how silly this looked, too. After a moment or two, she started laughing. She looked into my eyes and asked me the question that would change both our lives. "Jason," she said, smiling, "would you be my little boy?"
I nodded.
She put both of her hands on my face, pulled me close and kissed me. Her lips were soft, warm. Sparks flew from my mouth down my spine to my groin. I had an erection.
Mary shook her head and whispered in my ear. "Do you want me to make you feel like my little boy again?"
I nodded.
"Jason, my little naughty boy" she whispered again, "tell me what you want - tell me what you need."
My throat was dry. Suddenly, I was freezing cold and shivering. My heart was pounding. What happened yesterday could become a fond memory, but what was I was about to say would change my life forever. I knew I had to say it.
I looked into her eyes and whispered, "Mary, will you please, umm, spank me again?"
With tears in her eyes and smiling, she nodded. Pulling me close, she planted a very long kiss on my mouth and hugged my naked body to hers. Her robe felt warm on my skin.
"Yes," she said, "I will spank you as many times as you need it, my naughty naked little boy!"
She slid me off her lap and then stood up. As she towered over me and took my hand to lead me down the hallway, I really did feel like a little boy next to such a tall, commanding older woman. Her grip was strong, but it didn't hurt. I wasn't going to pull away anyway.
Her side of the duplex was a mirror image of mine. She took me into her bedroom. It smelled of the rose perfume she wore. There was a full size bed, covered in a flower print comforter with matching pillows.
She released my hand left me standing, naked, next to her bed as she sat down. With a smile, she pulled me over her lap. Face down, I looked at the floor and took a deep breath.
Just as she had the day before, Mary would spank each cheek five times very quickly, then stop for a moment. She would switch sides. Each time the pain got worse and worse. Soon she had me crying and whimpering.
"Shhhhhh," she said, as he hand spanked me harder and harder, "You needed this spanking. All naughty little boys need their mommies to spank me, don't they?"
At the time, I didn't notice the words she'd chosen. All I could feel was the pain and the release of all control. I was her little boy. I was her naught, naked little boy and I had asked for this spanking.
After twenty minutes, she stood me up. "Keep those hands on your head," she ordered me.
She put me in the corner again. But instead of leaving me standing there for an hour like yesterday, she went into her bathroom. When she came back, she led me over to the bed again.
