I arrived at Natasha’s after work on a lovely summer evening. I had stopped off at home and changed into shorts, a t-shirt and flip-flops per her instructions. She teased me that she would only reveal the scene details upon my arrival. She was wearing a fetching sundress, highlighting her figure in ways that tempted my imagination.

“I need to go out for a bit and have arranged for a babysitter to stay with you while I’m gone,” she announced.

“I’m too old for a babysitter,” I whined.

“You’re not mature or responsible enough to be left on your own and if you don’t stop your whining, you’ll have a nice warm bottom to pout about,” she countered.

A few minutes later the doorbell rang and Natasha answered the door, ushering-in a young woman she introduced as Stacy. “I won’t be gone long,” Natasha noted and left.

Stacy was in her mid twenties, so maybe a decade older than my character. She was wearing a very minimalist tank top and volleyball-style shorts so brief that they barely covered her cheeks. “Let’s go watch TV, Boris” she suggested and led me into the living room and we sat down at opposite ends of the couch. She chose a new episode of a show that its wiki-page characterized as a ‘action-adventure mystery teen drama’. After finding that description on my phone, I searched for an nude photos of the young women of the series. Stacy was beguiled by the show and did not seem to notice what I was doing or when I would look up from my phone and stare at her ample breasts.

Finally, I got caught. She glanced up and angrily asked, “Are you staring at my tits?”

“Well, yeah,” I admitted. “They’re kinda awesome. Can I touch them?”

“No!” she shouted. She paused for a moment and then asked, “If I let you look at them will you quit staring and let me watch the show?” I nodded enthusiastically. She slowly pulled the straps of the tank off her shoulders and lowered the front to reveal her heavenly assets. I quickly reached across and gave each a squeeze. She shrieked in mock surprise and pulled up the shirt. “Stand-up!” she ordered and when I did she quickly yanked down my shorts and boxers, hauled me over her knee and began to spank. My butt was starting to feel nicely warm when I heard the front door open and moments later, Natasha exclaimed, “What’s going on here?”

“He grabbed my boobs,” Stacy replied, conveniently leaving out the part that she had voluntarily exposed them.

“Is that true, Boris?” Natasha asked. I was now standing, completely bare below the waist as I had kicked-off my shorts and underwear. I nodded sheepishly. “Go fetch my brush, young man!” I trotted down the hall and when I returned with the brush Natasha was sitting to Stacy’s left on the sofa. She took the brush and ordered, “Over our laps, mister!” I laid down, my erect cock nestled between them and Natasha began to spank with the brush. The tool was much more intense than Stacy’s bare hand and I soon began to wriggle and writhe with the increasing heat. There was a brief pause as Natasha assessed the results and then I heard her say, “Now you try it.” I looked over my shoulder to see her hand the brush to Stacy who zealously resumed the spanking. My ass was ablaze when she finally paused and I felt the fingers of both women assessing the condition of my swollen cheeks. “Ok, Boris, get up!” Natasha ordered, then added “Take a seat over there,” pointing to a chair that faced the couch.

“Ok, missy, now it’s your turn,” Natasha said, pulling Stacy over her lap. Stacy yelped in mock surprise at the turn of events and then again as Natasha yanked down her shorts to expose the most amazing cheeks. She began to paddle the young woman’s bare ass with the brush and Stacy began to authentically buck and squirm. “Coming over to babysit a teenage boy with raging hormones looking like this. Now wonder he lost control. Not that I’m saying he is justified. I think we already reminded him of his completely unacceptable behavior but you, young lady, are not innocent, either!”

I had been erect since initially gazing at Stacy’s breast and had never really relaxed since. I began to stroke myself, watching the brush impact Stacy’s round cheeks and was nearing completion when Natasha interrupted my preoccupation. “Get over here,” she ordered. I paused my wanking, stood and moved across the short space. She reached out and continued the manual stimulation and just a few moments later was rewarded with a copious release, most of it landing on Stacy’s rosy ass, but a few minor rivulets on her back, Natasha’s hand and the bodice of her dress. She pulled Stacy’s shorts up over her well-spanked and very sticky ass.

She prompted her friend to rise and as the two headed for the kitchen, Natasha said over her shoulder, “You’re welcome to join us for a drink after you cover up.” I found my boxers and shorts and was quickly in the kitchen where a glass of cabernet awaited.