Another neighbour is hypnotised
Derrick was on his bed thinking of new things for Mrs Jones to do for him. He made a mental note of what had been achieved so far, and grinned. It gave him a great sense of power, to be able to control an adult neighbour through hypnosis.
After that first evening, he explored on the internet what he could do with her. He didn't know how to hypnotise anyone, but was lucky enough to find her already hypnotised by a professional. Since then he'd been invoking the hypnosis and taking advantage of her helplessness. Innocuous commands were given, building toward what he wanted her to do. This was to avoid an outrageous demand being rejected, and shocking her out of the hypnotic state.
Mrs Jones was a mature woman, and after a couple of weeks, she was doing whatever he wanted. It occurred to him that he might have corrupted her, as he was teaching her sexual tricks to perform for him. As an eighteen-year-old it didn't concern him much, and so the guilt didn't last long.
He did think about how devastating it would be if she came around from the hypnosis, while on the end of his cock. Either sucking it, or actually having intercourse. Mrs Jones would probably freak out, and he would be in severe trouble. It was the trouble he would face that worried him, not her feelings. He wasn't a monster, just a callous youth.
He had to slowly build up to the actual sexual acts, so that she enjoyed performing all kinds of deviant tricks. Though, that might have been because he ordered her to like them. Derrick wondered if he should stop taking advantage of his mother's friend. A pang of guilt over her being a married woman, and that he'd taken her freedom of choice away, made him wonder what to do.
Guilt doesn't settle on a teenager for long, as his conscience was still maturing. He went back to thinking through the plan for this week. He wanted to try out different places to take her. That didn't mean taking her in different rooms of the house. Thinking about having a beautiful MILF at his disposal, swung his thoughts to when he could visit next. Her husband would be away from tomorrow, so he had plenty of time to think about her.
He was only eighteen, but he had the internet for inspiration, and to learn about sex. He had a willing woman to practice those ideas on. It was unusual for him to keenly research for a project, but this was no boring theoretical school assignment, this was real and very enjoyable.
He was pleased to be learning something, and teaching her something too. Then it occurred to him what he was doing to her. He was training Mrs Jones to be his obedient sex doll. He was training his mother's friend, a neighbour, to gratify his sexual whims. How awesome was that! Having a mature woman ready and willing to obey his sexual demands was amazing.
He sat up on the edge of his bed, bouncing with enthusiasm.
'A sex doll?' he said, wondering where that had come from.
There were other things he came across on the internet, but hadn't taken much notice of them. He could train her to perform all kinds of kinky things, as long as he took it slowly and carefully. Research on the net had never been so exciting.
***
Derrick was kissing and cuddling Mrs Jones. It was her favourite moment during his visits. They hadn't done anything naughty yet, but she knew they would have sex before he left. It should have made her angry because he was taking advantage, and merely using her for his own sexual gratification. Instead, she was buzzing with excitement, wondering what he was going to do with her next. Whatever it was, she would have a wonderful orgasm, and usually more than one.
'Derrick, I was thinking about what we've done together. All those naughty things you get me to do for you. I was wondering what's next,' Rita giggled.
'What do you want to do?' he asked.
'I don't know. It's up to you,' she shyly said.
'Tell me what you want for a change. Do you think about it?' he asked.
'Yes, I've been having naughty thoughts about you, Derrick. I like you kissing and cuddling me, best of all. I liked kissing your cock, even though that was so very naughty. It is very naughty, isn't it!' she said.
'No, of course not. I enjoy it, and you do too, don't you?' he asked.
What she was saying suddenly hit him hard! She had naughty thoughts about him, and that shouldn't be happening. What did he do the last time he was here? Or rather, what didn't he do! Obviously he hadn't closed off the session properly. He usually made sure she didn't remember anything. Damn! He mustn't make that mistake again.
'I was thinking about sucking your cock into my mouth, and down my throat. I nearly had an orgasm, thinking about your cum dribbling down my throat, into my belly. I'm being a bad girl, aren't I. Do I deserve a spanking?' she shyly asked.
She was fidgeting on the sofa, looking demure and girly, and was readying herself for something. Rita was a mature woman, yet she was acting like a silly schoolgirl. He'd ordered her to wear short skirts when her husband was away, ready for when he called. She was self-consciously pulling at the hem, trying to cover her thighs.
'You're being nice to me as usual, Derrick. You know I've been a naughty girl, and deserve a spanking. Don't you?' she said, looking down at her bare legs.
He hadn't noticed it until now, but she had chosen to wear something similar to a schoolgirl uniform. A white blouse that was too thin and low cut to be worn at any school. The tartan skirt was very short, as favoured by adolescent girls. At her age it was laughable, but he wasn't going to spoil the moment.
He suddenly caught onto what she wanted, and had to hold onto a smirk. This woman visited their house as a friend of his parent's, yet here she was playing at being a naughty schoolgirl. Where on earth did that come from?
'Look at me,' he said, and turned her head toward him with a firm grip of her chin. 'You've been a naughty girl, and I'll have to spank you,' he told her.
Her eyes gleamed with pleasure. Where this kinky idea came from he had no idea as he hadn't commanded it. Maybe he should explore kinky sex on the internet, and get her to dress up, and maybe try bondage.
'Yes, Derrick, I have been a naughty girl, and need to be spanked. You won't spank me hard will you? I don't want to be hurt,' she said, looking concerned.
'I'll decide that, you dirty naughty girl,' he heavily told her.
'Oh! Yes! Derrick, I'm your dirty little girl. I need to be punished,' she heavily breathed.
Seeing her squirm on the couch, he knew he was on the right track. He wondered where all this came from, as he hadn't thought of it, and certainly hadn't ordered her to ask for it. He wondered if it was something she liked, or was it a reaction to what they had been up to. Perhaps pushing her beyond her limits was making her think she was naughty, so a punishment was deserved.
Yet, why was she so excited over the prospect of being spanked? There was only one way to find out. He strongly gripped her arms, and roughly pulled her over his knee. The skirt hardly needed pulling up to uncover her bottom. With a thumb in the waist band, he pulled her panties down.
As the white cotton panties slid down her legs, he noticed her shiver. It must be in anticipation of a spanking, for he'd seen her bare bottom often enough that it didn't matter.
