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PREFACE

I am a 53 year old man. I am six feet tall and in good shape. I watch my diet, and I try to work out when I have the time. I have a daughter who is 26 years old from a prior marriage. The mother of my daughter died when she was an infant. For the first 16 years of her life, I was both her mother and father. I did the laundry. I cooked the meals and cleaned the house. Many people referred to me as Mr. Mom. They didn't mean anything negative about it, but it was the reality.

When my daughter was 16, I remarried. My current wife is 39 years old. She is referred to, by our neighbors, as the social director of the neighborhood. Nina, my wife, is a wonderful wife, a terrific mother to my daughter and an all around, genuine and nice person.

Our next door neighbor, Alayne, is a 29 year old woman. She is a business professional and an incredibly beautiful and well built woman. She has never been married, but dates quite a bit. She is also a tremendous friend of my daughter and my wife. They go out shopping together, go to restaurants and frequently comes to dinner at our home.

A little about Alayne. She is a young, beautiful woman. She is tall and extremely toned. She goes to tanning booths in the winter and sunbathes out by her pool with any free time she has. She is close to six feet tall, because when she talks to me, she looks straight into my eyes. As I mentioned before, she is gorgeous. Dark brown hair down past her shoulders, mesmerizing blue eyes. A tall thin frame, with a stomach flat as a board. She has relatively small breasts ... probably 32 B if I were to guess. She has long thin legs and beautiful feet, which are always meticulously manicured. A ten in anyone's book ... at least a fifteen in mine.

The Events

Whenever I have a chance, I love to peek out the window at Alayne, when she is swimming or lying by the pool. She wears bathing suits that are more arousing, than if she were naked. Tiny, tiny bottoms and barely existent tops. She doesn't need much on top, because she has very small breasts. I always get hard looking at her. I can't help it, she is purely magnificent.

It just so happens, that Alayne was outside today, sunbathing.

"Hi Rich", Alayne yelled over the fence.

"Hey, what's up, Alayne" I answered in a nonchalant manner.

"Nothing really, Rich ... I was just wondering if you could give me a hand with my pool filter. It's not running properly." She said with a smile.

"Absolutely, I will be happy to look at it." She had on the tiniest yellow bikini I have ever seen. It was obvious to me that she completely shaves her pussy, because the bikini bottom couldn't cover much.

As I walked out of my yard and towards her gate, I couldn't help but wonder how I could avoid staring at her. It was going to be uncomfortable at best ... being that close to her but pretending not to notice or care about what she was wearing. You have to realize, she is young enough to be my daughter.

As I reached for the handle to open her gate, the gate opened and she was standing straight in front of me.

"Rich, the darn filter has been giving me problems. Sometimes it runs and other times it just seems to churn or something." She said.

I looked at her and fought the urge to mentally undress her.

"Yeah, I know the problem. It happens to mine from time to time, so I am pretty sure I know what's wrong." I said

"Oh my god, you're the best, Rich ... I can't tell you how much I appreciate you looking at it for me."

"Ahh, no problem. I'm happy to help you if I can."

As she turned to walk me towards the filter, I got a magnificent look at her from behind. Oh my god, she is spectacular. Her ass is firm and small. Her legs long glistened from her tanning oil and were a dark tan with pretty red nail polish on her beautiful toenails. Her back was dark tan and the yellow from her bikini top made her look incredible. As she walked, the material of her bikini bottom settled into the crease of her beautiful ass.

"Oh you know what, I have to turn the filter off at the circuit breaker" I said, fighting off an erection.

"Sure, you know where it is, Rich? It's in the garage on the back wall." She said

"I know where it is, Alayne ... you have the same house we have!" I said with a laugh.

"Oh Rich, you're funny!" She said.

I headed to the porch to go into her house. She lay back down on the lounge chair as I looked back before I entered the house.

"I will be right out, Alayne"

"Ok, thanks." She said

As I walked in and headed to the garage, I walked by her laundry room. I glanced in as I walked by and noticed a hamper with a pair of lime green panties sitting on the top. I looked back towards the door and then walked into the laundry room.

I picked up the tiny panties and felt them between my fingers. They were nylon and I tried to imagine what they looked like on her.

I went to put them up to my nose and as I inhaled, I heard a cough from the doorway. There was Alayne looking at me.

"Rich, what the fuck are you doing?" She said in a surprised but mad voice.

"Uh ... A ... Alayne ... uhm nothing." I managed to say. I was desperately trying to figure out something to say. I was coming up blank.

"You have my panties up to your nose, what do you mean you don't know what you're doing." She said with an attitude in her voice. You should say, "well, Alayne ... I'm smelling your panties ... because ... isn't that what the fuck you were doing, Rich?" she said with a very angry annoyed voice.

I was still speechless. I had pulled the panties away from my nose, but I was still standing there holding them. The smell of her perfume still in my nose. Oh my god, her perfume was so arousing, especially when the aroma was on her delicate little panties.

"Well, what do you have to say about this, Rich?" she said in yet a madder voice. Standing there staring at me. She reached over and yanked her panties out of my hand.

"Goddamn it, say something ... don't just stand there like a stupid little boy." She continued to say.

"Well, Alayne ... I ... I ... well ... of god!" I managed to say.

"Well what, damnit."

"Well, I ... I was sniffing your panties! There, I said it." As if there was any doubt to what I was doing.

"That is sick. Why in the name of god, were you sniffing my panties?"

"Oh damnit, Alayne ... I don't know ... they were there and I was curious." I said softly.

"Curious about what, Rich? Curious about how my panties smell? Isn't that an unusual curiosity, Rich?"

"I don't know what else to say! Yes, I thought you panties were pretty and I wanted to smell them ... if you really must know ... I wanted to smell the crotch ... to see what your pussy smells like."

The honesty blew her away. She stood there playing with the panties in hand. Well, I guess I should be honored that you want to smell my worn panties. BUT I'M NOT. It's sick, Rich." She walked away.

I walked back out following her. She sat down in a chair in the kitchen.

"I'm sorry, Alayne ... I didn't mean to do anything to hurt you or make you mad." I said looking at her holding the lime green panties. Looking at her in her tiny little bikini. As I looked down, I could see the cameltoe that formed in her tiny bikini bottoms.

"So, now you're going to stand there and mentally undress me with your eyes. Just leave, Rich ..."

"Alayne, you're not going to say anything to Sandy are you?" I asked, wondering if she was going to tell my wife.

"I'm not sure. Sandy is my good friend and so is your daughter, Carissa. I think you should come back tomorrow and we will discuss it. I am just too mad right now to deal with it."

Sandy and Carissa were leaving for New York City tomorrow for the weekend. They were going to go shopping and see a play.

"Ok. Do you want me to fix your filter?" I asked not knowing what to say or do.

"Just leave, we can deal with it tomorrow."

I went home. I could still smell her perfume from the panties. My cock was leaking precum. It had gone from erect to shriveled because of the circumstances. I guess the arousal was leaking out now.

The evening with my wife and daughter was difficult, but they were consumed about their weekend in NYC together, so they really didn't notice anything different.

Saturday morning came soon enough and after they left, I headed over to Alayne's house.

I knocked on the front door and Alayne answered the door.

"Good morning Alayne." I managed to say.

"Just come in! She said. "Go in the kitchen and sit at the table. I will be right there."

I hadn't noticed she was still wearing her robe. When she entered the kitchen, I saw that she was.

"Rich, I am very upset about yesterday. I feel as though my privacy was invaded. I don't like it. I have to tell your wife."

"Oh my god, no ... PLEASE." I begged.

She sat down. Her feet were bare and I couldn't help but look at them.

"You came here to stare at my feet? To undress me with your eyes again." That's it ... I'm telling Sandy. Just leave" she yelled.

"Alayne ... Please!!!!"

"I'll tell you what Rich. I will let it go without telling Sandy on one condition."

"Anything, Alayne ... please!!!!!"

"Ok, you must submit to me for a spanking." She said firmly.

I was shocked by what she said.

"Whaa ... what? A spanking. Are you kidding me?"

"No, I am not kidding. You will submit to a spanking by me ... NOW!"

"Oh my god ... this is unbelievable. You want me to allow you to spank me?"

"I don't really think you are in any position to negotiate, Rich." Alayne quickly responded. "Either you submit to a spanking or I tell your loving wife, what a sick fucker you are."

"I see ... well ... I guess I'm between a rock and a hard place." I said

Alayne smiled in a stern way. "I knew you would finally understand your predicament, Rich. Now, I want you to go into my den, and I will undress you."

I realized there was no sense to try and negotiate. I will go, get spanked and this will be over with.

"Uhm, one thing Alayne ... how do I know you will keep your end of this deal?"

"You don't, Rich ... you simply have no choice!"

I walked into the den.

"Remove your sneakers and socks, Rich." Alayne ordered

I untied my sneakers, one at a time ... trying to delay the inevitable. I usually just kick them off.

"The longer you take, Rich ... the more severe your spanking will be. In fact, anything you do to piss me off, will just be taken out on your naked ass!" Alayne said with a smirk

I removed my sneakers and socks.

"I will remove your t-shirt and shorts." Alayne told me. "You must be totally naked and submissive to me!"

I felt a stirring in my underwear. Oh my god, I thought ... what a time for me to get excited. That will surely make things much worse. My cock had a mind of its own and my shorts very quickly had a bulge sticking out.

"Wow, you're excited by this Rich?" Alayne asked in an unusual voice.

"You know, Rich ... there is a lot about me that you don't know. In fact, very few people know it ... except for those that have the same interests that I have. I am a dominatrix. You think I go to an office every day, as everyone else thinks too. But I make a living out of tending to submissive bad boys and girls. They pay me very handsomely for it."

I was speechless. I found my cock getting harder and my nipples tingling.

"It looks to me that behind all your macho manliness, lurks a little boy who needs to be spanked by a dominant woman, such as myself."

I tried to answer her, but my mouth wouldn't cooperate. I couldn't seem to get anything to come out of my mouth.

"It looks to me, that by the erection in your shorts that you agree .... Huh, Rich?!?"

"You should be honored, Rich ... no one ever gets this for free from me." Who knows, maybe you will like it ... maybe you will become one of my submissives."

She approached me.

"Put your arms straight up." She demanded

I put my arms up and she grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and whisked it off over my arms.

She knelt down and put her long, sexy fingers in the waistband of my shorts. She slowly pulled them down, as the waistband snagged on my hard cock in my underwear.

"Look at me, Rich ... I want you to look in my eyes ... do not look away."

As I looked into her eyes, I felt her fingers pull on the waistband of my underpants. She pulled them down as she looked into my eyes. It was an eerie feeling ... I felt very much under her control.

She tossed the underpants onto the pile of clothes on the floor.

"Rich fold all of those clothes neatly and put them on the table" she ordered.

I was standing there, naked ... a 53 year old man in the presence of a 29 year old woman. She was clothed and I was naked. My cock was standing straight out.

I did as I was told. I felt her eyes following me. I folded my clothes and put them on the table as ordered.

"Kneel before me, Richie ... little Richie!" she ordered.

Alayne put her hands on the sash on her robe and untied it. She opened her robe and slipped it off. She was wearing the sheer lime green panties that I had been sniffing when she caught me. She had on a matching sheer bra. My cock twitched as I looked at her.

"Well, Richie ... how do my panties look on me? Or do you prefer them up to your nose?" she asked.

"They look ... well ... they look very nice on you, Alayne." I managed to reply.

"Mistress Alayne, from now on, Richie ... you understand?"

Here I was, a man old enough to be her father and she was controlling me. She was absolutely magnificent. She was tall and thin. Absolutely physically fit. Her stomach was tight and flat. Her legs were long and shapely. There wasn't any part of her body that wasn't absolutely perfect. She was totally shaved. I wasn't sure what was there ... now I see she is completely without any pubic hair.

"I understand, Mistress!" I responded

"I said, Mistress Alayne, Richie ... don't make that mistake again or there will be consequences. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?"

"Yes, Mistress ... Alayne." I responded.

"Why did you sniff my panties, Richie? Was it because you liked my panties ... because they were mine ... what was the reason? Do you have a thing for panties? Do you have a thing for me? "

She looked at me ...

"When I ask you a question, little boy ... you will answer me with respect and courtesy!"

I didn't know what to say. I was kneeling before this magnificent woman ... her naked pussy inches from my face encased in the beautiful, sexy lime green panties. I could smell her perfume. My god, I was before this young girl ... woman ... at my age ... what was the possibility I would ever see a nearly naked young woman before me? I was scared, but at the same time, excited. I kneeled there pondering my situation. I did have a fetish for panties, especially worn panties. How would I ever tell her the truth? No one ever knew that about me. It was a dark, hidden secret. I wore panties when I was able to. When I was away on a business trip or if my wife was away. I would wear panties ... typically panties I have taken from an unsuspecting victims hamper. Those lime green sheer panties would have most likely ended up in my possession!

"Uh, Richie ... hello. Are you still here? I'm waiting for an answer!!!"

"Uhm ... yes Mistress Alayne ... I, well ... uhm ... "

"Get on with it, Richie; are you going to fumble with your answers all fucking day?"

"Mistress Alayne ... I was intrigued by your panties ... sitting there on the hamper. You are so beautiful and ... well ... oh god ... how could I not find you sexy?"

"Do you have feelings like that for your daughters other girlfriends? I'm your daughter's friend, for god sake, Richie!!"

"Well, Mistress Alayne ... no ... I mean yes ... I mean ... I don't know ... there are girls that my daughter has for friends who are pretty and have nice bodies ... so yes ... I'm a man ... "

"A boy, Richie ... you're a boy!!!"

"Yes Mistress Alayne ... I am a boy ... and ... oh I don't know ... what boy wouldn't be turned on by a beautiful girl ... regardless of their age?" I managed to respond.

"Ok, continue" Mistress Alayne responded. "Don't think that my answer, "ok", in any way validates to me, your response ... but continue ... I want my questions answered ... and answered honestly."

"Yes, Mistress Alayne. So, yes ... I find you very exciting ... I mean, your bathing suits are more exciting than if you were naked. Surely you wear them for that reason ..."

Mistress Alayne quickly cut me off. "Richie ... little boy Richie ... I wear what I wear for my pleasure ... not yours or anyone else's. So don't make this mistake again. I wear what I wear because I like it, not to be mentally undressed or a wet dream for boys like you." You get it? Little boy?"

"Yes, Mistress Alayne ... I am sorry ... I didn't mean to imply ..."

"Get on with it Richie ... I want you answers to my questions"

"Mistress Alayne ... I have a "think" for younger women. My wife ... is younger than I am ... by almost 15 years."

"You are avoiding the other questions that I asked, Richie."

"What other questions, Mistress Alayne?"

"Don't play games with me Richie ... you know damned well what questions I am referring to. In fact, your avoidance really answers the questions ... doesn't it, Richie."

"Mistress Alayne ... I was interested in your panties, because they are yours. I was interested in them ... oh my god ... well ... I was interested in them because they were in your hamper ... that they would have the smell of you in them. And, yes ... I have a panty fetish. Oh god ... this is difficult ... I have a fetish for worn panties ... worn panties by beautiful women such as yourself." I answered. There was no sense trying to deny it. It actually felt good to finally tell someone while at the same time, made me feel foolish and disgusting.

Mistress Alayne slipped her panties down. She took them and put them on my head, with the crotch over my nose. They smelled heavenly. I could still feel the warmth of her body on them and the odor of her pussy ... perfume, faint odor of pee and ... possibly a sweaty smell. My head was swimming and I was intoxicated by her panties on my head. My cock was twitching involuntarily and I could feel a leak of precum ooze out.

"You are pathetic, Richie. I knew when I saw you in my laundry room, with my panties up to your nose ... that it was more than a mere fascination of them sitting in my hamper. I could tell by your reaction, that you were a little pantyboy. I guess a more proper name for you would be ... rickiee ... that is a good name for a little boy who wants to be a girl and wear girlie clothes ... girlie panties."

I felt the ooze of precum drip off the end of my hard cock.

"Look at you ... you little pathetic girlie-boy ... wearing my little panties on your head and your little cock oozing girlie-boy cum. You know what they call little girlie-boy cocks, rickiee ... they call them clittie cocks. Is that what you have, rickiee ... a little clittie cock?

I was all hers now. There was nothing I could do. I had no ability to lie to her.

"Yes Mistress Alayne ... I have a ... I have a clittie cock and I like to wear girlie panties."

"Stand up, rickiee" she demanded.

As I stood up, she smacked my clittie so hard, that it instantly got soft.

"You will control that disgusting clittie cock of yours in my presence, little girlie boy. Do you understand? This time with me is not for your satisfaction. It is for my satisfaction. DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU LITTLE WORM?"

"Yes Mistress Alayne ... I am sorry. I don't know how to control it."

With that, she pinched both of my nipples and smacked me across my face.

"That's your problem, isn't it ... little girlie boy rickiee? Don't you dare saddle me with your problems! If you get an erection or worse ... if you ever cum without my permission ... god help you." I can manage to stop your erections ... but it's not pleasant ... so I urge you to solve that problem on your own."