I arrived for our second outing as Aunt Natasha and nephew, Boris, and she immediately led me next door to her actual neighbor, Bess. “Bess, tell Boris here what you told me earlier.”

Bess looked authentically upset, “I saw you riding your bike through my flower garden. Not just once - like an accident - but multiple times…intentionally. What do you have to say for yourself?”

“Sorry?” I offered.

“That doesn’t sound very sincere, Natasha,” Bess continued. “I think I know something that will make him truly remorseful.”

“I bet you do,” Natasha replied. “How can I help?”

We were in Bess’ kitchen and she pulled two chairs from the table to face each other. She then retrieved two large wooden spoons from a crock of utensils near the stove. “Are you right handed?” she asked.

“Yes, I am,” Natasha answered.

“Excellent. I’m a lefty so this will work perfectly,” Bess added. “Have a seat,” taking a seat herself, then looking at me. “You stand here, young man,” pointing to a spot on the floor beside them. The chairs were so close, their knees overlapped forming a double lap that I was certain I would soon be laying across. Bess scolded, “You’re gonna get your backside roasted and then help me replant my garden, young fellow.”

She could not help smiling at the situation as she unbuckled my belt, lowered my pants and then my boxers, letting my erection spring free. “Over our laps, son,” she ordered and I assumed the position. I only had to wait a moment before the tandem spanking began, Bess’ hand landing on my left cheek and Natasha’s on my right, the two women striking in perfect synchrony.

“Is his cock always hard when he’s gonna get a spanking?” Bess asked.

“Uh huh,” Natasha replied. “I’m forever having to get pre-cum spots out of my clothes.”

“I should have thought to lay a towel over our laps. Next time for sure. I’m certain this is not going to be the last time we paddle this young fellow’s backside,” Bess suggested.

They paused hand spanking after about five minutes and then each grabbed a spoon and resumed the reddening of my ass. When I was just about to cry out the safe word, they ceased and each gently caressed their respective seared cheeks.

“Go stand in the corner,” Bess ordered. I began to pull up my pants and she replied, “Leave those down, I want to see your rosy, glowing backside while your aunt and I enjoy a nice adult beverage.

I hobbled over to the designated corner, my erection still quite prominent. Bess retrieved a bottle of white wine from the refrigerator and poured three glasses, handing one to Natasha and taking one herself. “Boris, turn around,” she ordered and then tossed me a hand towel. “Take care of that,” she said, pointing to my boner. “Once you’ve finished the job, you can join us for a drink.” Both women flashed lascivious smiles as they watched me begin to wank.