I never expected to be in this position. I am a successful 49 year-old law professor; although I look much younger with my still taut 125lb 5'9" 40C-23-34 frame. The only give-away is that my long blonde hair has a few streaks of grey running through it. How could I find myself over the knee of my friend's 22 year-old son being mercilessly spanked on my barely covered bottom. But let me back-up...
My friend Debbie always has a big end of summer bash at her Southampton home. I still have the body, so I like to flaunt it a bit. So I would spend the day at her home bopping around in a bikini - nothing too revealing, but once I slipped-on my heeled summer sandals and oiled my long firm legs, guys took notice. One summer a few years ago her 18 and 19yr-old sons definitely did. They could not take their eyes off me. They were tripping over themselves to help me with anything I needed. I thought it was cute; Debbie did not. Johnny, the younger one, had a noticeable bulge in his pants after I asked him to spread a bit of sunscreen on my back. When I laughingly mentioned it later to Debbie, she was less than amused. I'm fact, my invite to the next couple of summer bashes got "lost" in the mail, so to speak.
But after a few years passed and the boys were a few years older I was invited back. I always wondered if I figured into Johnny's fantasies. I didn't know it, but I was about to get an unequivocal answer.
When I showed-up to the party, Johnny was there to park my car for me. He had grown from cute to handsome as he filled-out during college. I thought to myself that the co-eds must be swooning over him all year long. But here he was holding my hand to ease me out of my new ride.
"Hi, Marie. Like your car. How have you been? Here, let me help you."
"Thank you, Johnny. I've been great. How's school?"
"Going fine, planning on law school next. Maybe I'll get lucky and get a prof like you."
As I smiled back at that comment he actually blushed a bit. "Johnny, I'd like to slip into my bikini before I go out to the pool. Where should I change?" As I teasingly waived the tiny purse my bikini was in at him he couldn't help but smile. He knew it must be a very small bikini to fit in there.
"Mom said guests could use the pool house, it's been redone."
"Great, thanks honey," and I smiled to myself as I felt him watch me walk away. I could feel his eyes on my ass - how cute I thought.
As recompense for being shunned from this party the last couple of years I decided to wear an extra tiny bikini this year - make Debbie sweat. Honestly, even I thought it might be a bit much - it barely covered my round ass, and my sizable boobs jiggled about when I walked. But, why not, right? Johnny definitely took notice. He spent the afternoon making sure my drinks kept coming. I have to admit, I enjoyed the attention, especially because it clearly irritated Debbie, who kept giving me nasty looks as I laughed at Johnny's college stories and lightly touched his arm. It was harmless flirting, or so I thought.
As the afternoon wore on I made my way into the house to cool off. I was a bit tipsy by this point and nearly took a spill as my heeled sandals made their way across the hardwood floors. Next thing I knew I felt someone pinch my ass. I was shocked. I swung around and slapped the person in the face. To my surprise it was Johnny.
