I'd been renting a room from Mrs. Gray for almost 4 months. She was an older lady, a divorcee who looked similar to my mother in many ways. They were both tall, almost a full head taller than I stood. They were both sturdily built with broad shoulders, big boobs, wide hips, and thick thighs. And like my mother, they were both kind, but strict at the same time and could become firm if the need arose. Affectionate is not a word I'd choose to describe either of them. Even more, Mrs. Gray never liked to repeat herself or be kept waiting.
Mrs. Gray had scolded me on a few different occasions during those first four months. The reasons for being scolded were for things like leaving clothes in the dryer overnight or failing to follow through after she told me to do something. Every time I was left sobbing while apologizing repeatedly. I hated to disappoint her and always felt terrible when I did.
One afternoon, she called up to my room from downstairs. I was reading at the time. "Jamie, the dishwasher stopped." That was one of my regular chores, unloading the dishwasher.
That afternoon I was deeply into the story I was reading. I made the mistake of answering her, "One sec!". I had almost finished the chapter and just couldn't leave it unfinished.
The next thing I heard were her footsteps storming up the stairs. I stopped reading in midsentence and set my book down, stood up, lowered my chin, and waited for her. I knew I'd screwed up. I could already feel tears welling up in my eyes. The first one ran down my cheek before she'd even burst into the room. The moment I saw her, I knew she was extremely upset.
She barked at me, "I ask you to do a few simple chores around this house. Do you feel overworked, young man?"
My voice wavered as I began to sob, "No. I'll go unload the dishwasher right now."
She barked back, "No you will not!". She grabbed hold of the back of my neck and drug me downstairs. She pushed me straight into a corner in the kitchen beside the broom closet. "Stand right there with your nose in that corner and think about how much you've disappointed me! I thought I'd invited a well-behaved young man into my home! Not a ruffian!"
I stood there sobbing with my running nose pressed into the corner. I listened to her throw open the dishwasher. The sound of dishes clanking together echoed around the room. While she worked, she never stopped reprimanding me for my behavior.
"You're too busy to do the few simple things I expect of you." She changed her voice to a high pitch to imitate me, "One sec!". Her voice returned to her angry voice, "You can't imagine how badly I wanted to slap you across the face when I walked into your room!"
I whimpered softly, "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Gray."
She barked even louder, "You, young man, are in dire need of some severe discipline! You don't know how badly I still want to take you over my knee and give you the beating of your life!"
I began sobbing even louder and more uncontrollably. But at the same time, my little penis had grown very stiff in my pants. No one had ever raised a hand to me before. Yes, my mother was strict and often scolded me. But I'd never been slapped or spanked. But I'd watched naughty movies of girls being spanked and always wondered what it would be like. While I stood there with my nose in that corner, I imagined what it would be like to lay over Mrs. Gray's knee and have her spank my bare behind. I clenched my cheeks and a soft moan slipped from my lips.
She stopped what she was doing and crossed the kitchen until she stood right behind me. She leaned down close enough that I could feel her warm breath on the side of my neck and ear. She spoke in a much softer tone, "Did you just moan? Do you think I was kidding?".
I was about to answer her. But before I could, she spun me around, raised her hand, and slapped me across the face hard! I nearly fell down. She hit me so hard it felt like my face was going to explode. I began bawling while clutching my cheek with both hands.
She stared into my eyes and I knew she was still very angry. She barked, "Put your hands down!"
I hesitated for only a second before slowly lowering my hands to my sides. Every muscle in my body was tight. I was afraid, truly afraid for the first time in my life. Mrs. Gray was much stronger than I was. When she struck me, it became the first time I'd been on the receiving end of violence since moving out of my mother's home. Tears were pouring down my face. My nose was running and I'd never been so upset. Having her punish me was, for some reason, far worse than when my mother had.
Then Mrs. Gray raised her hand again. I raised my chin, squeezed my eyes shut, clenched my jaw, and waited for it. When it came, it was just as powerful as the first one. But she followed that up with a slap from her other hand to my other cheek. She slapped me over and over, one cheek then the other. My face was burning and I was bawling while I struggled to keep my hands at my sides. The way she struck me with her open palms made my cheeks burn like crazy and when she caught my ear once, it began to ring.
While she slapped me over and over, she barked, "Do you think I'm kidding now, young man? I don't hear you moaning anymore!"
After several seconds went by without another slap, I slowly opened my eyes. She was still standing there, towering above me. She was breathing heavily and her face was flushed. As soon as I saw her, I began babbling. I apologized over and over.
Mrs. Gray let me sob and babble my apologies until she'd caught her breath. Then, very calmly, she reached up slowly and laid her hands on my shoulders. She pushed downward until I'd dropped to my knees. She then took a few small steps back before slipping both hands up under the dress she wore. While staring down into my eyes, she lowered her big panties until they fell around the sandals she wore. I could smell her arousal and see the large damp spot in the panties at her feet.
She stepped out of those panties toward where I knelt. Reaching down, she lifted her dress and laid it over my head while stepping even closer and pressing her big, bushy pussy against my face. For the first time since she stopped slapping me, she spoke. She uttered two words, "Eat me."
At that time, I was still very much a virgin. I'd kissed one girl, or rather, she kissed me. She did it on a dare from her friends. I'd never had a girlfriend or been on a date. My experience with the opposite sex was extremely limited. But when Mrs. Gray pinned my head between her big pussy and the wall behind me, I began licking and kissing everything I could reach. I'd watched plenty of dirty movies to get the general idea of what I was supposed to do.
