It was another lovely summer Saturday afternoon. I arrived at Natasha’s wearing shorts, t-shirt and flip-flops. It was fairly typical attire for kicking back on the weekend and also what she had prescribed in her pre-session instructions. She was wearing a breezy sundress - a choice that always sparked my imagination about the parts of her it did not expose.

“I have some work to finish before I can relax,” she said. “Why don’t you go outside and play for a bit?” I nodded, a bit unsure of the pretext. “By the way,” she continued, “Bess told me she thought you’d been spying in her bathroom window. I assured her you would not be so impudent nor risk the severe spanking you’d get if caught.” She gave me a stern look and opened her laptop. I nodded and went outside with a growing sense of the notion of today’s scene. I found a gap in the shrubs between the yards and quietly slunk along the side of Bess’ house and approached the window to her bathroom. It was only open a few inches but enough to get a full view of the room.

Before long, Bess entered the room singing to herself. She began to undress, definitely making a prolonged show of the process. I guess she was somewhere between Natasha and me age-wise with a nice figure, round and soft in all the right places. I watched with great interest as she shed her clothes, getting a particular jolt of arousal as her bra came off, exposing her large breasts. Lastly her panties came off, providing a view of her stunning round bottom. She entered the glass shower and I watched as she soaped and rinsed herself slowly, exactly as if she was acting for an audience.

Then I heard a voice behind me, “Well, Boris, I’m so disappointed.” Natasha stood there feigning anger, trying to conceal the satisfaction with her ploy. “Follow me, young man!” She marched me around to Bess’ backdoor and knocked. A few moments later, the door opened and Bess’ stood there in a short kimono-style robe, still wet from the shower. “You were right, I caught him peeping in your window,” Natasha announced. “Can I borrow one of your kitchen chairs? I need to put this fellow over my knee.”

“Gladly,” Bess replied and pulled a chair from the kitchen table.

Natasha pulled me along, took a seat and then quickly lowered my shorts and boxers. “It looks like you’ve had a stark impact upon him,” she noted as my erection sprang free. She hauled me over her knee and began to spank. I intentionally wriggle and writhed, not so much from the sting in my ass but trying to accentuate the friction of my boner against her thighs. She paused for a moment and said to Bess, “Can you hand me that?” pointing to a red silicone spatula that stood in a crock beside the stove. Bess quickly handed her friend the tool and Natasha resumed the punishment. I noted the way that Bess watched with rapt interest as Natasha paddled my butt. Bess saw me looking at her and let her robe gape open even more generously. After a bit, Natasha asked Bess, “What do you think?”

“That’s a good start,” Bess replied. “I’ll be right back.” She returned a few moments later with a still-wet shower brush. “Can I give it a try?”

“Sure, be my guest,” Natasha answered and two women switched places. Bess resumed the spanking and proved that the brush was a wicked choice, much more impactful than either Natasha’s very firm hand or the spatula. After a fairly brief but quite hard session applying the brush to my already warm cheeks, Bess paused. “You think he’s learned his lesson?”

“I hope so,” Natasha replied.

“You know, I hold you partially responsible for his behavior and think you need a dose of bath brush yourself,” Bess suggested.

Natasha looked genuinely surprised by the notion but then countered, “Ok, but you’ve gotta accept some blame yourself, leaving a window open to tempt a young fellow into spying.”

“Deal,” Bess agreed. She prompted me to stand and then pointed to a spot just a few feet away. “Shuffle over there and watch the consequences of your behavior on your aunt’s poor bottom.” Bess’ robe was now wide open and Natasha eagerly laid over her friend’s bare lap. Bess lifted the back of Natasha’s sundress and tugged down her panties and began to spank. I stroked myself as the brush impacted Natasha’s cheeks over and over for about a minute. Bess caressed her neighbor’s slightly contused bottom and then asked, “Switch?”

A few moments later, Bess was over Natasha’s lap, her robe pulled up to expose her round cheeks. Natasha reciprocated with enthusiasm, quickly reddening Bess’ generous tush. She paused and Bess began to rise. Natasha gently pressed down on Bess’ lower back and said, “Not quite down yet, my dear.” Natasha beckoned me closer and I stood directly behind Bess as Natasha stroked me.

Bess looked over her shoulder and quipped, “I think I’m gonna need another shower.” Just then Natasha’s hand achieved its objective and I emptied a copious load - mostly onto Bess’ bare, red bottom with a few stray rivulets landing on Natasha, as well.