Pete replayed his neighbor's warning repeatedly in his head. "It will be worse for you now that you know better." The spanking he had received from her was very real, and the pain was enough for him to have second thoughts about misbehaving again in her presence. However, there was something exciting about the unknown limit hidden in her lingering words, and the thirst for more punishment was steadily building, getting stronger every day. He didn't know how to go about asking for another.
The opportunity seemingly presented itself one lazy Saturday afternoon. Pete knew her schedule pretty well and knew she liked to sunbathe in the privacy of her backyard on days like these. He kept his eye out, and, sure enough, in the heat of the afternoon, she stepped out onto her back deck, which was elevated enough that Pete could see her head and shoulders over the fence from his window.
He watched her walk down to the grass, following the top of her head. She laid out a towel and disappeared behind the fence. Pete knew this was his chance to get himself into some trouble. Throwing his fears aside, he walked out his back door, snuck up to her fence, and peeked through the cracks. She was lying face down in a black bikini with the top unstrapped to avoid tan lines.
Pete was mesmerized by her body, his eyes following up and down her perfect curves. He knew he had to somehow get her attention for this to work, but he hesitated, her warning echoing in his mind. What did she mean when she said, "It would be worse?" How much worse? He contemplated the infinite possibilities as he continued to watch her. He thought about knocking on the fence but chickened out. Watching her sunbathe wasn't a bad second option anyway.
Pete about lost it when she turned over onto her back, tossing her top aside. Pete's eyes were glued on her breasts, and he didn't realize her face turning towards him. He looked toward her face and froze. Her eyes were looking directly at him, her brow furrowed in confusion. Surely, she couldn't see him through the cracks of the fence.
"Pete?... Is that you?"
Panicking, Pete quickly jumped to his feet, slipping while trying to dart away. Picking himself up, he ran towards his house. Halfway there, he heard her yelling voice.
"Get your ass back here!"
Freezing in place, Pete slowly turned to find her glaring at him over the fence. He slinked back towards her, eyes on the ground. "Meet me at the front door!" she ordered angrily. Pete hurried around her house, his stomach doing jumping jacks.
"That boy is going to get it for real," she muttered to herself as she picked up her top and went inside to go meet Pete at her door. Her quickness surprised him as she opened the door, still trying to clasp her bra. He looked around awkwardly, unsure of where to let his eyes land until they settled on the wood planks of her porch. Once she secured her top, she reached out, grabbed his ear, and dragged him through her house into her bedroom. She tossed him aside and grabbed her hairbrush off her dresser. Pete began to protest as he remembered how painful that hairbrush was.
"Pete, I don't want to hear any of it. Take off your clothes. NOW!"
She looked angry enough that Pete did not want to push her any further. He quickly removed his clothes. As soon as he was completely naked, she grabbed his arm and, in one smooth motion, sat on her bed, pulling him over her lap. Last time, she had been wearing jeans, keeping a layer of clothing between him and her. This time, his penis contacted her smooth, bare skin, and the sensation was incredibly erotic. Those feelings were abruptly interrupted when her hairbrush came crashing down onto his naked bottom.
He cried out loudly as the brush stung his bare cheeks repeatedly. He immediately kicked and squirmed in protest, making her work hard to wrestle him in place while she applied the hairbrush to his bottom as hard as she could. As their struggle continued, she began to scold him, emphasizing each word with a strike.
"I (SMACK!) can't (SMACK!) believe (SMACK!) you! (SMACK! SMACK!)
I (SMACK!) told (SMACK!) you (SMACK!) to (SMACK!) mind (SMACK!) your (SMACK!) own (SMACK!) business! (SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!)
Pete was fighting hard to escape and finally broke free, falling off her lap.
"Get back over my lap!" She leaned over and grabbed his arm, yanking him up and over her lap, locking him down between her thighs. With him held down securely, she continued spanking him for several minutes. Pete's cries were real. This was the real punishment he dared to fantasize about.
"I told you the next time would be worse, didn't I? Yet, you still just couldn't mind your own business, could you?"
Pete continued to cry.
"COULD YOU?"
"No, ma'am," he answered through his sniveling.
"Get to your feet. You're really going to learn this time."
