With much trepidation, I am standing at my neighbor's front door trying to work up the nerve to ring the doorbell. I'm scared as hell, but my incredibly stiff penis is urging me to ring the bell.
I've lived in this condo complex for a little more than seven years, and Molly welcomed me as I was moving in with a big smile on her face. She's single, about my height, and carries more than a few extra pounds around her waist. Her blond hair frames her circular face in a pleasant way, and her blue eyes always seem to twinkle.
While we've lived next door for quite a while now, we've never said much more than the occasional "hello" to each other. She's always seemed nice, but I'm not sure how she's going to take what I'm going to ask her.
Finally, I ring the bell, but almost immediately regret this. Running back through my front door seems like an excellent idea, but before I have time to act, the door has opened, and Molly says "Hi."
I stumble with a reply. A curious look crosses Molly's face while she waits for me to say something. "I know that we haven't got to know each other very well," I begin, "but I've got a favor to ask, and you're the only person I know who might be able to help me."
"Now there's something I never thought you'd say to me," Molly says. Stepping back into her condo, she beckons me by saying, "Why don't you come in, and I'll see what I can do."
As we walk in to her living room, I can only wonder how I'm going to be able to say what my dick really wants me to say. She motions to the couch, and says, "Would you like something to drink?"
I'm now at a complete loss for words, so I can only nod my head.
"Water?" she asks. Again, all I can do is nod my head.
When she returns, she hands me the glass of water, moves to the other side of the living room and sits down in a rocking chair. "So," she asks, "what is it that I can do for you?"
Mustering all of my courage, I reply, "I'm curious if you saw the commotion at the pool yesterday?"
"You bet I did," she replies. "The little girl from #224 always seems to be screaming or crying as soon as she gets into the pool area." Molly shakes her head and says, "I'm glad her mother finally did the right thing and spanked her ass. That little one will think twice before she makes such a ruckus around the pool."
Looking at me Molly asks, "You're not here to see if I want to complain about the punishment she received do you?" Not waiting for my answer, she goes on, "I learned very early that if I didn't listen to either of my parents, I would get a licking that made what happened at the pool seem tame by comparison."
"No Molly," I say, "I totally agree with you; she definitely had it coming. Really, I'm surprised that it took so long for her mother to finally put a stop to her behavior."
Settling back into the rocker, she says, "Good, I was a little concerned that you were one of those people who think that spanking a child is some form of child abuse." Resting her hands in her lap, she says, "I've always figured that the spankings I received as a child helped make me the woman I am today. I guess that your parents did a number on your bottom a number of times to, huh?"
"Well, now that you mention it," I say with as much strength in my voice as I can summon, "my parents really didn't believe in that kind of punishment."
"Really," she questions. "You've been the best neighbor I've had since I moved in. You never play the music too loud, or slammed a door late at night to wake me up. The couple that had your condo before you were constantly annoying me."
I go on, "My parents were more of the ‘grounding' or ‘giving me extra chores' type of punishers, but I guess their ideas worked on me quite well."
"I'll say that's an understatement," Molly replies.
I then look Molly straight in her eyes, and as bravely as I can say, "It's just that I've always wondered what a good spanking would've felt like. After seeing that little girl get her spanking, I've really been thinking about what I missed growing up."
A curious look crossed Molly's face, and she asks me, "Scott, how old are you?"
"45," I answer.
She's quiet for a few moments, then smiles at me and says, "Well honey, I guess you're way past time for your first spanking."
As those wonderful words echoed in my ears, she raises her right hand, points her finger at me, and slowly uses it to beckon me towards her. I am able to stand up, walk toward her, and stop when I am right in front of her.
"Since this is your first time," she begins, "I'll let you leave your pants on, just to see if you like this."
I am actually thankful for this. While the idea of being spanked has filled my mind many times during my life, I am still not sure how I would respond to it.
Molly helps me down, and onto her lap. With my added weight, the rocker moves forward. I am able to rest on my knees, and use my hands to balance myself on her lap. She puts her left hand in the small of my back to secure me in position. I suddenly realize that I am about to enter a whole new world, and I am tremendously excited about what is about to happen. I'm sure that she is completely aware of my rock hard cock, but at this time she chooses to ignore it.
"Ready," she asked.
Almost meekly I say, "Yes, Molly."
