I'm a 51 year old single parent having chosen not to remarry after I found out my good catholic boy husband was screwing around on me nearly twenty years ago. Since that time I've had more than my fair share of cock through a number of monogamous relationships.
I'm what you would call a high maintenance lady. Once a month during the pool season I take a day off of work to pamper myself. I spend half the day at a salon getting my hair cut, a facial, massage, a manicure and pedicure. Then I spend the rest of the day with a good book floating in my pool soaking up some rays. This is exactly what I was doing last Friday when my daughter who is a freshman in college burst into the pool area obviously upset. For the second time in a week her asshole boyfriend, Adam had mistreated her. I tend to be somewhat impulsive which my girlfriends all predicted would one day get me in trouble. Little did I know that this particular day would be "that day".
I got out of the pool and quickly got dressed, pulling on a pair of cutoff shorts and a sleeveless blouse over my string bikini. I then jumped in my car and headed over to Adam's house. I planned to set the little prick straight once and for all because no one messes with one of my kids. By the time I got to his house and was standing on his porch waiting for him to answer my banging on his door I became a little self conscious about the way I was dressed. I thought maybe I should have worn something a little less revealing to make my point, because I realized I was probably showing a lot of skin. Still pissed off though, I carried on with my plan to confront him.
Although I could hear the television on somewhere in the house no one answered. I saw a car in the driveway so I knew someone was home. I was pissed that no one answered so I tried the door and it was open so I let myself in. I was walking towards the back of the house where I could hear the television coming from, when a very distinguished older man appeared. He introduced himself as Carl. He was Adam's grandfather. He told me that Adam was out of town for the weekend. He leeringly looked me over, head to toe, taking in my long tanned legs which next to my tight ass I've been told are my best physical assets. I suddenly felt very self conscious about the way I was dressed and turned to leave when Carl stopped me, stepping in my way and asked me where in the fuck I thought I was going. No one had ever talked to me in this manner and when I went to move around him to leave he grabbed the front of my blouse. No man had ever gotten physical with me and furious I jerked back to get out of his grasp but he held on tight and just like that the buttons on my shirt were flying all over the place and the strap holding the top of my swim suit was ripped in the process. Just like that I was standing in front of this stranger with my girls fully exposed mad as hell.
Carl told me that I needed to be taught a lesson and grabbing me by the nape of my neck he lead me into the living room. He seated himself on the couch and pulled me face down over his lap. Carl then proceeded to show me who was boss. I struggled and squirmed around on his lap trying to free myself but it was all to no avail as he was much stronger than me. When he had me firmly held down in the spot where he wanted me on his lap, he began to spank my ass hard. My rage turned to fear as he wailed on my ass. Then to my horror as if he wasn't satisfied with spanking me through my cutoffs he paused and I felt him reaching underneath me and unfastening my shorts. I struggled like crazy but totally in control he tugged my shorts off exposing my bare ass cheeks "covered" by the little piece of string from my skimpy bikini. Then he really went to town, paddling my ass until it was very warm and red.