AS promised, we continue this weekend with Part 2
She was standing there with her arms folded and a smirk on her face.
“Er..ah I …” James was tongue-tied. “I was just…I thought I heard a noise.”
She shook a finger at him. “Don’t lie to me, young man. You were listening at the door. Maybe you were watching through the keyhole, hmm? Yes. Trying to get a get glimpse of some girls in their underwear, weren’t you?”
“N-no, ma’am,” said James. “Really, no.”
She huffed a disgusted sigh. “This is despicable, James. You should be ashamed of yourself.” Then she turned and, crooking her finger, said imperiously, “Well, I know the cure for that, young man. Come with me.”
James had no choice but to follow. He followed her upstairs past his floor to a portion of the house he’d never seen. The motion of her hips was mesmerizing as he followed her up the stairs. She wore a tight form-fitting skirt and James could not keep his eyes off of the side to side sway of her hips.
On the top floor a long corridor that meandered to a remote end of the house led to a door. Mrs. Reed unlocked it and ushered James inside. His eyes took in a bedroom, apparently in disuse, but clean. A large four poster bed, vanity table, a chest, a wardrobe—it had the look of a woman’s bedroom, the walls painted in soft pastels. Ida Reed ushered James inside and shut the door. She stood in front of James, hands on her hips.
“Well, James, what should we do with you? Should I tell Mrs. Hansen what you did? She will be very angry with you.”
“Uh, no, please Mrs. Reed. Don’t.” James held up his hands in supplication.
“Because you know what she will do, don’t you? Spying on the girls is forbidden and sinful.” She said it with almost a hiss. “She will bring out that paddle and paddle you bare—in front of the girls. I saw her do that once to a boy caught spying on the girls. Oh, yes, I did.” She nodded her head up and down. “She sat on a chair and took his pants right down in front of them all. They giggled and laughed as she put him over her knee. But he wasn’t laughing, oh no. He cried big salty tears, that’s what he did. Twenty licks as hard as she could make them. He was a sight, kicking and yelling, but she held him down, right across her knee. Oh, he was one very sorry boy, let me tell you. You should have heard him squealing. Just like a girl.” Then she added, “Why, he couldn’t sit at supper for days. He had to eat off the mantle in the parlor.”
“Mrs. Reed, I’m sorry. I won’t do that again,” pleaded James. The prospect of twenty swats to his bare behind with that paddle was terrifying, not to mention the embarrassment.
She turned and sat down on the chest at the foot of the bed, crossed her legs and regarded him for a moment. James fidgeted nervously under her scrutiny.
“I suppose we could keep this between ourselves,” she mused.
“Yes, oh, yes,” said James, at last seeing a ray of hope.
“But you deserve punishment.” She swung her foot back and forth. “Don’t you James? Haven’t you been…naughty?” The voice had turned almost seductive.
This was taking a different turn. “I—I suppose,” said James. “Yes, ma’am,” he added.
“Then if we don’t involve Mrs. Hansen, I’ll just have to punish you myself, won’t I?” she said, a thin smile emerging at the corners of her mouth.
“What?” said James, now alarmed.
“That’s right,” she said. “You didn’t think you’d get off scot free, did you? Such a naughty boy,” she chuckled with a throaty laugh. “Now come over here.” She gestured for him to come around. “Stand to my right side.” When he stood as she’d ordered, she said. “Now put your hands on your head.”
“My head?” said James.
“Do I have to say everything twice?” she said sharply.
Hesitantly, James put his hands on his head. He looked down. Mrs. Reed was unfastening his belt.
“W-what are you doing?”
“I’m taking your pants down,” she said very matter-of-factly. “You’re getting a good spanking, young man—on your bare bottom, of course.” Sternness had returned to her voice.
“I—I…please, no,” said a panicked James. Bared and spanked by this woman? At the same time an inconvenient surge of a mixture of fear, adrenaline and sexual arousal hit him. His penis began to thicken. His belt was unbuckled by the deft fingers of Mrs. Reed, and his pants fell to his ankles. Then she slipped her fingers into the elastic of his briefs and tugged them down to his knees. His penis popped up, hard evidence of his arousal. It stuck straight out and bobbed slowly up and down.
“Well,” said Mrs. Reed in an icy tone, “how do you explain THIS?”
James blushed from head to toe.
“You can just put yourself right across my knee this instant,” she declared.
James looked down only to observe that Mrs. Reed was hiking back her skirt, exposing legs clad in nylon hose and held in place by garters. James’ eyes bulged and his erection grew.
“Right now,” she said, pointing to her lap.
James eased himself across her knees, and as he did so she parted her legs slightly. His erection slipped down between her legs and when he had settled across her lap she brought her legs together effectively clamping his erect member between her thighs. The feel of her nylons gripping his penis was electric and he willed himself not to have an accident. For a moment he lay there in that embarrassing posture, a cool breeze raising goose bumps on the flesh of his bare behind. He needn’t have worried about any accident.
Crack! A hot sting exploded across his bottom as the crisp smack of Mrs. Reed’s hand on his bare behind erased, at least for the moment, all thoughts of arousal.
Smack! Whack! Crack! Three more followed in quick succession.
It stung like blazes! She spanked him rapidly, and with hard meaty smacks that blazed like white heat making him squirm and buck over her lap. At first she alternated between left and right cheeks, right on the crowns of his buttocks. The pain intensified with each spank and he bowed his back as if trying in vain to diminish the target area. Then she worked her way down to the tops of his thighs. It was a steady relentless rhythm of hand meeting flesh, and James’ distress increased with every brisk smack.
“Ow…ow…ow!” He could not stifle his cries. It was a fiery sting, burning him like a flame applied to his rear end. He squirmed involuntarily. He had wanted to get through this with as much dignity as he could muster, but it was proving to be quite impossible.
“Be still,” said Mrs. Reed, applying a fast flurry of spanks to his rapidly reddening bottom cheeks. “I’ll bet you’ll not eavesdrop again, James, will you?” Her hand flashed up and down in rapid succession, planting a fusillade of sharp spanks on his quivering bottom.
“Ow..ow…no ma’am!” wailed James. Ahh, this stung—more than any spanking James could remember. He bucked over her lap, flopping around. But this movement had the unfortunate effect of stimulating his engorged penis which was sheathed between Mrs. Reed’s thighs. Mrs. Reed must have felt it because she began to spank slower, mixing the spanks with little pauses to rub and pat before unleashing another rapid flurry of crisp smacks. It kept him quite off balance. With that came a change in tone to her voice. It now had a flirtatious sing-song quality.
“Are you going to be a good boy now? (Smack! Crack!) Will you James? (Smack Spank!) Such a nice plump boy bottom you have! (Smack! Crack!) Perfect for spanking. See how it wobbles. (Spank! Crack!) And young frisky boys need their spankings. Oh yes, they do. (Smack! Crack!).”
James arched his back in pain, hissing through his teeth. He was about to lose it. But mercifully, she stopped.
“Now can you be good?” she said, resting her palm on James’ bottom and rubbing slowly in circles. “Such a good boy, James,” she said, stroking him.
“Ahh, yes ma’am. Please ma’am, no more.” His rear was burning up and his eyes were watering.
“I think you can be, James, but I could feel that naughty thing. You know what I mean, don’t you?” Something had changed. She’d gone from harsh disciplinarian to sly seductress. “Kneel down,” she said in a throaty whisper. “Between my legs.”
James did as she asked. He knelt between her legs. Slowly she slid her skirt even higher. “Have you ever seen a woman, James? Down there I mean?”
James shook his head. “I’m going to teach you about a woman, James. Her skirt cleared her waist and to James’ amazement she reached under and slid her panties down. “Now,” she said, “I’m going to teach you to pleasure me, and if you’re very good, I’ll take care of that naughty thing of yours. You’d like that wouldn’t you, James?”
By this time James was too far gone in a confused mix of arousal and fear to refuse. She pulled his face into her furry nest and told him to lick, showing him exactly where she wanted his tongue. He complied, even finding the little button with his tongue as she instructed. After several shuddering climaxes she took James on her knee like a little boy and ran her hand, the hand that had spanked him so unmercifully, up and down his engorged shaft until he exploded, his cum spurting in milky jets while he nearly shook apart with pleasure.
Once the edge was off she rose and took off her dress until she was clad only in the garter belt and hose. To James’ delight, she was stunning, with a narrow waist, long legs and of course, those oh so prominent breasts. That vision, and Mrs. Reed’s manipulation, served to renew James until he was ready again. This time she lay on her back and pulled James on top of her. She inserted his penis and it was a feeling like nothing James had ever experienced. They rocked slowly at first, then faster, always at the pace she dictated. Pleasure welled up from below like a volcano of sensation, threatening to erupt. Ida Reed sensed it. Once when he started to go too fast she slapped his buttocks sharply. “As I say, James. As I say.” He did what she said. He stroked her, in and out, with an agonizing slowness that was halfway between agony and ecstasy. Finally when she was ready, she slapped his ass hard and told him to go ahead, faster. He plunged into her with a fury and both of them came together, in a frenzied thrashing and gasping for breath.
Back in his bed, James tried to assimilate what had just happened. Mrs. Reed was a different person entirely from whom he had assumed her to be. And despite the throbbing in his bottom and the shame of it all, he realized that what he wanted most was to do it again.