Just Because You're Old

Bill had been retired for a few years, widowed for a couple. His kids felt like he should be looking at a retirement home, instead he found a retired widowed lady about 12 years his junior. A well-built red head named Molly. He could do most things himself, but having someone there appeased his kids. They agreed on a monthly salary they both could live with, she had full run of the house, her own bathroom, bedroom, and TV room. She would do the cooking, cleaning, laundry and help him when it was necessary. They seemed to hit it off well, their personalities worked well together.

One day while cleaning she came across his spanking magazines, kinda embarrassed she had found them, she flipped through the pages, remembering when her and her husband had played those games. They both had been switches and enjoyed both sides of the game top, and bottom. It appeared to her that Bill had the same interest. She decided to start wearing more clothes that accented her still nice, shaped bottom. She noticed that he noticed, he always managed to be in the same room she was cleaning, but he was being too much of a gentleman and not saying anything to her off-color. Finally, one day she turned quickly and asked; "Are you looking at my ass?"

Bill was flustered, turned very red, and Studdard'd out an apology. Molly retorted;

"If I had a paddle, I might just turn your bottom the same shade as your face!"

Meekly Bill said, "I think I might could find you one if you were so inclined."

"Well, what are you waiting for an engraved invitation?" With that Bill headed to his Master Bedroom with Molly right on his heels. He sheepishly opened the closet door, moved some clothes and pushed a button, there in the closet was a hidden door that opened up to an area over the garage. A large area when he flipped the lights on. Molly stared in awe as she followed him inside the room. There were no windows, and the only exit was the door they had just come through. The walls were covered in red velvet, the floor was black plush carpeting, and on one wall hung paddles, straps, short buggy whips. Beside that were more types of restraints than one could count. Across from that wall, lined up, side by side were spanking benches of different types, a set of stocks one side for standing the other side for kneeling, a ST Andrews cross, a chair with an open bottom for someone to pleasure the others ass, pussy or balls depending on your taste. The grin on Molly's face made Bill's eyes light up and a smile cross his face.

"Very well. Very, very well!" She had said. She walked to the leather section and pulled a leather paddle from the wall. "Well, I think you should know I like to be a progressive spanker. First on the pants until you beg me to let you take them down, then on your undies and then on the bare." Her hand went to his ass and she squeezed his bottom. "You still got some meat on your butt, so I will start with just ten. Now." she looked around and decided on the kneeling stocks. "Now I want you here." She tapped the stocks, he spread his legs on the padded bench and settled down on his knees, bent forward and put his head and hands in position and Molly closed the stocks and clipped them. She ran the leather restraints over his calves and latched them in place. Bill was breathing hard, excited, and willing. Molly stepped to his left side and slowly administered ten on his pants. With each swat she scolded him for leaving those dirty magazines where they could be found. Scolded him for having them at all. Scolded him for wasting money buying that kind of filth.

He begged her. "I'm sorry! I won't buy anymore! Please, I'll be good!" I'll throw them out!"

"I think you're lying! You won't throw these out!" She reached down and undid his pants, worked them down as far as they would go. She noticed a large wet spot forming in his crotch. She ran a finger down the crack of his ass pushing the fabric tight in his crack, when the finger lit on his butthole, Molly pushed hard, pushing the fabric deep inside. Bill grunted. The spanking continued, red marks across his cheeks then disappearing under his white undie and reappearing on the other cheek. Another ten, a little harder than the first ten. More scolding, His breathing was ragged. She started pulling down the underwear, what she had stuffed up his bottom pulled out not so clean. (As she knew would happen) "What's this? You really need a good hard spanking, didn't your Mommy every teach you about keeping your underwear clean?" Bill groaned, she pulled the front down, they were soaked. "You have absolutely no control do you?"

He meekly said; "No Maam."

"Oh you are going to pay for this young man. You are going to pay dearly!" She pulled them slowly down in front until his cock popped free and she slid them as far down as possible. She let the paddle smack on each cheek not so hard at first, scolding him for the nasty shorts, she started smacking his ass harder as she scolded him, telling all the nasty things she was going to do to him. Smacking harder, she reached down and gripped his cock, it was semi hard, at his age that might be all he could muster. It was thick and it was long, she wished she had known him in his prime. She gripped his cock harder and with every swat of the paddle Bill pushed into her fist. Finally, he came and came hard. It had been so long. She let him stay there panting as she stroked him, milking every last drop from him. She undid his head and arms then his legs. He was shaking as she helped him to his feet, helped him to completely strip, then told him:

"I think you should be on your hands and knees, it would be much safer that way. As he finished stripping he watched her ass swaying as she lowered her tight pants and then her underwear, kicking both away as she sat in the open seated chair. She curled a finger at him as he crawled to her, turned over on his back and slid his head under the chair. His nose slid through her pussy lips as he squirmed in place, then took it's rightful place on her asshole as his tongue began to thank her for spanking him. Yes, yes! His kids were right, he should have someone come and stay with him since he was older.

By Sizzlebuns