Neighbor 04

Pete's recent spanking by his childhood neighbor had unlocked a deep-seated need. He had always known there was something about her discipline that was irresistible. His desire to return to it again and again certainly convinced him of that. The soreness he felt whenever he sat down kept reminding him how much he truly needed it. He was beginning to understand that he associated her discipline with love and care--elements that were missing in his upbringing.

The craving for another spanking returned stronger than ever a few weeks removed from his last. Even though the spankings he received always hurt more than he bargained for, the desire for punishment grew stronger than he could resist. His neighbor had always known what was best for him. She listened to him and understood him. He leaned on her emotionally far more than he consciously realized. Driven with overwhelming need, he decided to reach out to her.

She'd reminded him countless times that her door was always open if he ever needed anything. He didn't want to text or call her, knowing he'd have to provide her with a real reason why he wanted to meet. Asking for a spanking as an adult still seemed so embarrassing, so he skipped all the steps of alerting her ahead of time and showed up at her front door on a Saturday morning. After years of living next to her, he knew she'd be home.

She was pleasantly surprised when he knocked on the door out of the blue and happily invited him inside.

"What brings you here?" she asked excitedly.

He balked, unsure of how to bring up the topic.

Sensing his hesitancy, she suspected his motivation. She surmised it must have taken a lot for him to come over and sensed his need. She liked that the young man needed her and played into it. She certainly had her own desires for him.

"Why don't you have a seat, and we can talk?"

They didn't talk long, since it had only been a couple of months or so since they'd last met. When the small talk dwindled, she asked, "So, Pete, why are you really here?" Her voice had turned sultry. She knew the answer but found it cute to play with him, knowingly feeding his desire.

"Well, I, um... I think I deserve a spanking, ma'am," Pete answered, blushing at his own confession.

Maintaining her sensual voice, she continued. "Mmhmm, well, we both already know that. That's always the case with you." She paused, peering at the nervous boy, then continued. "You do understand what you're asking for, right? A spanking in this house is not meant to be fun. It's meant to be painful in order to punish wrongdoing."

"Yes, ma'am," he agreed, feeling his cock grow in his pants.

"I'm sure you understand by now that you will be spanked on your bare bottom just like the other times I had you begging for me to stop, and like those times, I will not stop until you've fully submitted."

He nodded, eyeing her thighs thirstily.

"Very well, then, come here," she said sternly, motioning him to her. He walked to where she was seated, and she began undoing his belt and pants and took them down. She then slid his underwear down and was met with his raging hard-on.

Ignoring his arousal, she ordered, "Bend over my lap."

He obediently laid himself over her legs, fitting his cock between them. She rested her forearms on his bare bottom as she lectured him.

"The fact you're in this position again is evidence that I haven't spanked you hard enough yet. You're definitely going to learn this time around."

This was enough to worry Pete. Her spankings were always plenty hard. She began spanking his bare flesh with her hand. The sharp stings felt so good combined with his cock moving against her thigh. He felt he might bust right then and there.

She thoroughly warmed his bottom until it was painted and her hand was throbbing.

"Go get the hairbrush. You know where it is," she ordered.

Unfortunately, that meant he had to remove himself from her beautiful warm thighs, but he was an obedient boy, always wanting to please her, so he remained compliant and stood up. Pre-cum hung from his cock as he shuffled toward her bedroom. She smirked, seeing how ridiculous he looked with his pants and underwear at his ankles and his cock wagging around. She was at least able to hide her arousal for now.

"Hurry up!" she called after him. "Do NOT keep me waiting!"

He shuffled back hurriedly, handing the hairbrush to her, and wasted no time lying back down over her knee.

"That's a good boy," she cooed while rubbing the wood over his backside. "Let's see if you're still excited after a good dose of the brush."

She brought the sturdy hairbrush down hard. The tension in his body completely changed. "Mmhmm, that's what I thought." She brought it down hard again, making him groan. "Good, that's the sound of a naughty boy getting what he deserves." She brought the hairbrush down again and again, causing Pete to squirm around on her legs.

"You know better than to move out of position, Pete," she said with a barrage of punishing blows to his sit spot. "We have a long way to go, so strap in." She gave him ten more in a row. "Get it?... 'Strap' in..." She gave him ten more. "Don't worry, dear. That's for later." Pete was too distracted by the pain of her continued spanks to entertain her sadistic comments.

She continued this pattern, stopping periodically to lecture him and putting the hairbrush to work. His bottom was on fire, and he was crying out and kicking his legs. Once she covered his entire ass in red, she spread his cheeks one at a time and used the brush to spank his inner cheeks, making sure every inch was covered. She set the hairbrush down, letting him breathe. She rubbed his hot bottom gently and briefly teased his hole with her fingers, making sure to keep him aroused.

"Up you get, clothes off, and to my room. Did I hear someone mention the strap? Hmm, I can't remember, but it was a good idea." She continued to toy with him as he stripped naked. "Oh, one more thing: grab your belt; it will come in handy."

He obediently grabbed his belt from his pants and walked to her room. She followed closely behind. Upon entering the room, she held out her hand, and he handed her his belt.

"Please take two pillows and stack them in the middle of the bed," she instructed firmly.

Pete arranged the pillows as instructed, knowing what he was constructing.

"Now, lay yourself over them," she ordered. "I want them supporting your hips so your ass is raised nice and high for me."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, climbing onto the bed and lowering himself onto the pillows. His cock and balls were pushed back between his legs, fully displayed against the white pillowcase from her point of view.

"Keep your eyes forward, young man," she ordered as she stripped completely naked behind him. Unable to see her, he strained to hear as each article of clothing was tossed to the floor. He could only imagine what she looked like as he grew harder and harder.

Very pleased with his position, she took the belt and grazed it over his exposed balls. He shuddered and went to turn his head. She aggressively jumped on top of him and forced his head forward. Leaning close to his ear, she threatened, "What did I tell you? I expect complete obedience. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, ma'am," he said, keeping his face forward and head rigid. With her body touching his, he was able to confirm that she didn't have a stitch of clothing on. She got off him and oriented the belt in her hand, positioning herself. He could hear the clinking of the buckle as his ass waited in intense anticipation.

The clinking stopped, and he held his breath. He then heard the terrifying whoosh of the belt cutting through the air. He tensed up and heard the "crack" and felt the searing pain simultaneously.

Gritting his teeth through the pain, he stared straight ahead as she whipped the belt across his ass over and over. As the pain was building, he also experienced the ever-present fear that the belt would clip his exposed genitals, but he held his position proudly. She was impressed with how well he stayed still and loved the impact of the belt on his bare flesh. She could feel her wetness increasing and couldn't wait to take his cock inside her.

Raised welts started forming on his ass and tops of his thighs. She set the belt down. And grazed her hand over his hot bottom. "Hmm, I think it's time for the strap, don't you think?"

He groaned in response. As she went to her closet to get the strap, he stole a look at her perfect body. He couldn't take his eyes away, and she whipped her head around, catching him.

"Ohh, Pete, you disobedient little boy. You just earned yourself a paddling on top of your spanking."

"Noo, please," Pete begged.

"I told you. You're going to learn today, one way or the other," she said as she grabbed the paddle along with the strap. She tossed the paddle onto the bed right next to his face, and with his ass still burning, applied the thick leather strap across it without mercy. His begs turned into desperate cries that were drowned out by the repeated smacks of leather to bare skin. When she finally brought him to tears, she switched out the strap for her trusty paddle and paddled him hard into submission.

Once finished, she let him rest for several minutes as his sobbing died down. She lay against him, cuddling and rubbing his body. It wasn't long before her soft touching was having its erotic effect. She encouraged him by reaching between his legs and gently playing with his balls and allowing her fingers to tease around his hole. He started moaning and moving with her.

She whispered in his ear. "Turn over on your back."

He obeyed, now able to look at her body without reservations. She took each of his wrists and handcuffed them to the headboard. He watched, allowing her to control his body. She straddled his hard cock and stared him down hungrily. "Your cock is finally mine," she growled. Pete was fully aroused by her aggressive behavior. He'd never seen her like this but wasn't about to stop it. She guided herself onto him and rode him gently.

He moaned in pleasure as he moved with her. "Don't you fucking cum before me. I haven't put the paddle away yet," she warned him. He held on for dear life as she pleasured herself freely on his cock. Finally, in a fit of convulsions and animalistic noises, she came. He came soon afterward, unable to contain himself any longer.

They cleaned up and got dressed. "Well, I'm very glad you came over," she said, smiling at him. "Don't be a stranger, young man. I expect you to visit me regularly. A boy like you can't go long without a proper spanking. If you're good, you can expect more where that came from."

"Yes, ma'am," was all he could say while beaming from ear to ear. Although his ass was in pain, he knew he wouldn't keep her waiting long.