I expected Helen to return my call on late Saturday, but she didn't. Instead, she knocked on my door early Sunday morning. Still naked and hairless from my road trip with Mary the day before, I opened the door and greeted Helen, "Good morning."
"You're in big trouble, spanky boy," she said, taking me by the hand and slamming my front door shut behind her. "That call you left on my office voicemail got me in hot water with my supervisor."
Confused, I said, "I don't understand."
"My supervisor thinks that I fucked up the paperwork I brought over for you to sign," she said, pushing me so I was bent over my couch. "So that means I'm going to make your little ass pay for it."
With one hand on the small of my back to hold me still, she pulled out a wooden paddle from her purse. Before I could even say a word she started paddling me. Just as before the first hit sounded like a gunshot and knocked the breath out of me. She was angry and the speed of the spanks showed it. Everything was rapid. Each hit was solid, right in the center and made me lurch forward on my toes.
After the first five or so, I was crying. After the fifteenth, I was sobbing. I couldn't make any words come out. Everything was just yelps and sobs. She wasn't lying about making me pay for unintentionally getting her in trouble with her boss.
At some point I just collapsed, resting my entire weight on the back of the couch. I'm not sure when but at some point Helen stopped paddling me.
She grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me up to my feet.
In between sobs and tears, all I could say was, "I'm sorry, Helen!"
I must have been a pitiful sight, hopping back and forth from foot to foot, holding my burning behind with both hands, sobbing with tears streaking down my face. Her angry look faded and was replaced by a look of sympathy.
Shaking her head, she pulled me into a tight hug. She held me that way for a long time. My face nestled in between her breasts, soaking her shirt with my tears. She wiped away my tears with her hands. "You really are sorry, aren't you?"
I nodded.
Pulling me up on my tip-toes, she kissed me. Her tongue pushed into my mouth. Sparks went down my spine to my groin. Despite the burning pain in my behind, I was instantly erect. She kept kissing me like that for a few minutes, her hands running up and down my naked, hairless body.
Her hands caressed my groin, rubbing my erection with her fingers. She broke the kiss just long enough to say, "No more body hair? You're even more delicious this way!"
Helen led me to my bedroom. She quickly stripped naked and lay on the bed, spreading her legs open. As her pussy lips opened, I could see that she was soaking wet and her clitoris was engorged.
I crawled in between her thighs and began kissing her hairless pussy. She grabbed my hair in both of her hands and pushed me face into her crotch, yelling, "Suck my pussy, spanky boy. Lick it until I cum."
I couldn't back away if I wanted and I certainly didn't want to. I loved the bittersweet taste of her pussy, the feel of her hairless vulva against my face and the aroma that turned me on so much my erection throbbed. The more she ground her hips into my face, the more her juices, her smell, covered me.
She had two orgasms as I pleased her with my mouth. Both of them shook her body and she soaked my face and the sheets beneath us. Rolling over, she whispered, "Lick my asshole."
I spread her round ass with my hands until her pink little anus came into view. It was already glistening from her pussy juices dripping down, so I leaned forward and shoved my tongue into her asshole as deep as it would go. Then I just started pushing back and forth.
"Yes, spanky boy," she said, "show me how sorry you are. Lick my ass!"
I felt her fingers brush up against my chin. She was kneeling and had put her hand between her legs, rubbing her clitoris back and forth. Dropping her shoulders to my bed, her ass pushed out and opened up. I didn't have to hold her cheeks apart, so I moved my hands to her thighs and began stroking them. My tongue never left her asshole.
She stopped speaking. Instead, she would just breathe heavy, sigh or grunt. Her fingers moved faster and faster. When she was close to cumming, I pushed my face forward hard, shoving my tongue even deeper inside her than ever.
Her entire body froze, then convulsed and she came again. She had risen up on all fours, panting with heavy breaths trying to recover. I kneeled behind her and just looked at her round ass, her spasming anus and vulva, and everything wet with her juices.
Still on all fours, she looked over her shoulder and asked, "So what did you get rid of all of your body hair?"
"Because I wanted him hairless," Mary said, suddenly walking through my bedroom door. "You know how us 'old bitties' hate hairy boys, don't you?"
