Neighbor

Pete's neighbor was a hot single mom in her early forties. Being the horny teenager he was, Pete took every opportunity he could to catch a glimpse of her. He'd see her come in and out of her house on her runs, watch her weed her garden out front, and sunbathe in her backyard. He thought he was being inconspicuous, but his clumsy attempts to steal some eye candy were quite obvious.

While she noticed, she carried on doing her thing unashamed. She admired his innocence and wasn't fazed by the attention. As Pete grew into young adulthood, his well-maintained body caught her eye as well, though she was much more covert about her observations.

Pete would look for opportunities to interact with her, timing his trips to the mailbox when she was outside tending to her garden or returning from a run. She always waved at him, smiling kindly. He asked her a few times if she needed help with chores. She would politely decline, always with a smile, shaking her head inwardly, knowing his motives. It wasn't that she didn't want to have her fun with him, but the boy was far too innocent to handle what she wanted to do to him.

Sure, Pete thought about making his move multiple times, but he couldn't imagine admitting to her what he actually wanted her to do to him. For a long time, he had fantasized about getting spanked by an older woman. He couldn't fathom approaching her about it. Traditional domestic discipline wasn't exactly in style these days. He figured he'd never get the opportunity and had settled for watching her from a distance and imagining.

One Sunday, he was outside weeding his mother's small garden on the side of the house closest to his neighbor's place when he heard an unmistakable sound—a spanking. Coming from an open bedroom window nearby, Pete could hear crying mixed with the smattering of smacks along with stern scolding. Pete recognized his neighbor crush's voice, but he'd never heard her angry like this before. He was immediately aroused by just the sounds themselves. Unable to help himself, he moved to the side of the garden closest to the open window and continued weeding with an open ear, getting more and more aroused by the minute.

The spanking stopped for a few moments, and Pete heard a monologue of harsh scolding. He wished so badly to be in the place of the perpetrator. As the spanking resumed, Pete set the trowel down and crept toward the open window. He sat down under the window with his back against the house, listening intently for the full duration of the punishment. He was fully erect, and all his previous thoughts and wishes came flooding back into the forefront of his mind. He now knew what she was capable of, and the possibility of pursuing her discipline was renewed.

The spanking stopped, and he scurried back to the garden. He thought he made it back safely, but his neighbor saw him run away from the window. Chuckling to herself, she finished her business and walked next door to where Pete was busying himself in the garden.

"Hey!" she called as she approached him.

Startled, Pete turned quickly toward her. "Oh, hey..." he said, his mind whirling. "Did she somehow see me?" he thought.

"Whatcha doin'?" she asked.

"Oh, just some chores for my mom," he answered, visibly flustered.

"Hm, 'cause I saw you running from the window when I finished spanking my son."

Pete was so busted. He frantically tried to think of a way out of this. "Uhhh..."

"Is it any of your business what I do in my house, young man?"

A mixture of fear and excitement entered his body when she called him a young man so threateningly. "Uhh, no, ma'am."

"Then why were you listening so closely when I was in the middle of disciplining him?"

"I, uh..."

"You were curious, weren't you?"

"Huh?"

"Is that what you want?"

She seemed to be leading him down a path he really wanted to go down but didn't want to say out loud himself.

"Do you want a bare-bottom spanking, young man?"

"I, um... I don't..."

"Get your ass in my house right this second!" she ordered, interrupting his stuttering.

"Y-yes, ma'am,"

Pete hurried himself to her front door with her following closely behind him. He entered her foyer and stopped, unsure where she wanted him to go. She directed him from behind toward the living room. He entered the living room as she disappeared into her kitchen. She was all business.

Standing in the middle of the room awkwardly, he heard her rummaging around. "This'll do for now," she said, reappearing in the living room, holding up a wooden spoon. "Bare your bottom, young man."

Pete lowered both his shorts and underwear as his neighbor sat down on the middle of her couch, holding the spoon menacingly. There was no hiding his arousal as he bared all in obedience. Noticing his erection, she commented. "I had a feeling you might like this." She patted her lap. "You may be enjoying this now, but know, young man, you will not be enjoying the next few minutes. Bend over my lap this instant."

"Yes, ma'am," Pete answered as he lowered his naked body over her perfect thighs. He felt so vulnerable and exposed as his penis came into contact with the rough denim of her jeans. She started rapidly spanking his bare ass with the spoon. The pain started immediately, and she didn't let up. Over and over, the spoon smacked his bare cheeks. He kicked and wiggled all over her lap. Without slowing down, she wrapped her other arm around him, holding him close to her.

His cries didn't deter her as she was determined to give him exactly what he deserved. His ass quickly turned red where the spoon was impacting, and she focused the head of the spoon on those same spots. She continued, his yelps increasing until the spoon head snapped off in her hand. "Look what you did! You broke my favorite spoon."

She sighed, pushed him off her lap, and stormed off, only to return with a mean-looking wooden hairbrush. "Guess I'll have to use something a little sturdier for your sorry ass. Get back over my lap."

Pete's erection continued to stand tall despite his ass protesting in pain. Her determination to discipline him thoroughly was driving him wild. This was everything he ever dreamed of. He obeyed her commands, laying himself, once again, over her knee. She pinned his legs between hers and resumed right where she left off. The hairbrush was heavier and denser, producing a deeper sound against his bottom.

It had an immediate effect. Pete squirmed against her, but he was leg-locked in place. The head of the brush smashed into his bottom with no reservations, solid impact after solid impact. No time was given for him to relax and breathe. She spanked him hard for a full three minutes, until finally the tears came. Once the first tear fell, the rest came flooding after it.

Seeing that she had gotten through to him, she set the hairbrush down and consoled him as he cried. She touched him tenderly and spoke in hushed tones, "Shhh, it's okay. It's over." He continued crying softly as she held his body over her leg. As her gentle affection progressed, Pete felt the familiar arousal come back and couldn't help but start slowly grinding himself against her thigh. Feeling this, she abruptly stopped him. "That's enough, naughty boy. Do you want another spanking?"

Pete shook his head no.

"Then stand up and pull your pants up. If I catch you snooping into my business again, you will get another spanking. Am I clear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"And it will be worse than this one now that you know better. Now go home and behave yourself."

"Yes, ma'am," Pete said as he hurried home. He did the opposite of what he was told, going directly to the privacy of his bedroom to release the most satisfying orgasm in quite a long time.