Natasha mentioned she had a fun idea for our next adventure but was tight-lipped about any details other than I should be ready for her to pick me up on Saturday at 2pm and I should wear my typical ‘summer nephew’ attire - that typically meant shorts, t-shirt and flip-flops. Natasha arrived a few minutes early and I asked her again where we were headed. She smiled coyly, arched an eyebrow and said, “You’ll see soon enough.”

We drove into the historic section of downtown and onto a side-street. She parked and led me down the block and into a yarn shop. The proprietor, Gretta, was Natasha’s friend and both were members of a knitting club with about eight other women. Natasha and Gretta were engaged in a lengthy discussion about yarns and patterns and techniques that were authentic but also certainly intended to annoy me.

I briefly looked around the shop, fidgeting as a bored teen might in such an environment but most of my attention was directed to Gretta. She was about my age, probably a few years younger, with a great figure - round in all the right places. Her most obvious assets were her large breasts. In my head, a vigorous argument was occurring about whether they were real or enhanced along with a fantasy about discovering the truth. They were spectacularly encased by a scoop-neck sweater that perhaps she had hand-knitted herself. I had to think that the choice of this particular top to wear today was intentional to grab my attention. Gretta caught me looking and also noticed the growing bulge in my shorts that my own thoughts had created.

My bored nephew character gave an exasperated sigh.

“Is he always this petulant?” Gretta asked.

“Unfortunately, far too often,” Natasha replied.

“Can’t you just get the stuff you came for and we can go?” I whined.

“And rude, too,” Gretta observed.

“Indeed,” Natasha agreed, both talking about me rather than to me. “He’s gonna be getting a good spanking when we get home.

“Do you mind if I try my hand at a bit of attitude adjustment?” Gretta asked.

“Be my guest,” Natasha responded.

Gretta moved towards the front door of the shop and turned the deadbolt and flipped-off the interior lights. There was plenty of ambient light in the shop from the large front windows but anything deeper than a foot or two back from the windows would be invisible to passersby. She lifted a sign that hung beside the door. On one side, it read "We're Open!” and on the other side there were movable hands of a clock below the message “Back at”. I glanced at my watch and it was not quite two-thirty. Gretta set the hands to three o’clock and declared, “That should be enough time,” rehanging the sign with the “Back at” side facing out.

Gretta walked back towards us with a satisfied smile and pulled a chair in front of the main counter. The chair was aligned with the main aisle of the store, several yards back from the door. She sat down and pointed to a spot on the floor to her right, “Come here, young man!” I moved tentatively towards her and when I got within reach, she grabbed hold of the beltline of my shorts and pulled me close. “Quit stalling. You’re gonna get your bare backside tanned and making me wait is only gonna make it worse.” She quickly unbuckled my belt, opened my pants and pulled them and my boxers down. The view of her cleavage, the internal debate about whether they were born or bought plus the anticipation of a spanking had made me stiff and my erection sprung free. “Is he always like this?” Gretta asked Natasha.

“Yeah, to begin with but it’ll soften when you start whacking his butt,” Natasha replied.

“What about if I want it hard later,” Gretta asked, glancing up at me with a wink.

“With your boobs and that sweater, I doubt you’ll have any trouble,” Natasha quipped.

Gretta guided me over her lap and began to spank with hard swats at a brisk pace. As I looked to my right, I had an unobstructed view of the front door of the shop. There was a bit of intrigue about my exposure. We could easily see cars in the street and pedestrians passing the shop but they were oblivious to the sight and sound of Gretta’s hand hitting my bare ass. Natasha had moved slightly behind and to the right of Gretta where she had a prime view of the spanking action and the scene outside.

After a few minutes, Greta paused and caressed my fiery cheeks. I honestly hoped she was satisfied but she asked Natasha, “Can you fetch me that paddle?” I looked to my left and for the first time noticed a novelty paddle hanging on the wall. It bore the message, ‘For the cute little deer with the bear behind.’ Natasha retrieved it and handed it to Gretta who asked, “Can you set a three minute timer?”

When Natasha nodded the timer had started, Gretta began to paddle. Although it had a novelty appearance, the strikes from the paddle were amazingly intense. I was very relieved when the timer chimed. Gretta held me in-place and asked, “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I answered. She responded with five hard strikes to my left cheek and then a matching volley to my right. “Shuffle over there and wait patiently while I finish my discussion with your aunt,” she ordered. I hobbled into the corner and waited until they continued to talk about their craft before discreetly rubbing my seared bottom..

Natasha scolded, “Stop rubbing that bottom. You should know I have my hairbrush with me.” I ceased touching my sore cheeks and waited for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally, I heard the conversation wind down and the pair moved towards me. “Turn around,” Gretta ordered and then asked, “Have you learned your lesson?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied. I bent forward to pull-up my underwear and shorts.

“Leave those alone for a bit,” Gretta instructed. “Would you like to touch my tits? They’re one-hundred percent real, by the way.” I nodded and reached out tentatively. I fondled both over her sweater. She had me pause for a moment while she pulled the sweater over her head and popped the clasp on her bra. I looked at Natasha who was watching the action with salacious interest. I kneaded Gretta’s bared breasts and felt her hand on my rejuvenated cock. After a few minutes, she slunk to her knees and took me in her mouth. I didn’t last long, soon releasing a generous load into her mouth. “Mmm,” Gretta noted and conspicuously swallowed.

A few minutes later my seared bottom hit the hot seat in Natasha’s car. After we pulled out of the parking space and were rolling down the street, she looked at me and offered, “I hope she didn’t empty you completely.”