My neighborhood is made up of older houses. Mostly small homes with large yards that were common back when land was cheaper and people did not need the huge mansions that are so popular now. I was close enough to see the moving van unloading next door, and looked with interest to see that my new neighbor was an attractive lady who seemed to be the only new occupant. This was not strange as most of my neighborhood was single homeowners or couples without children. It was so rare to even see anyone walking on the street, that I was surprised when my new neighbor walked into my yard while I was mowing my lawn and introduced herself. Although dressed for physical work, she looked quite attractive, with a lovely figure, and a pretty smile. She said she wanted to hang some pictures and had not been able to locate her hammer. She wanted to know if I had any tools she could borrow until her boxes were unpacked and sorted.

I shut off my mower and I told her that I was a woodworker and had a shop full of tools and would be happy to help. I was a little hesitant to take her into my shop because most of my woodworking projects were BDSM furniture that I built both for friends and for sale through the internet. My shop was full of projects that were in various stages of completion and with the belts , cuffs and rather obvious shapes and functions. This would not be the gentle introduction that I would have planned for someone that I wanted to know better. There was nothing else to do but invite her into my shop and select the tools she would need. I hoped that she would not be so frightened that I would never see her again.

When I flipped on the shop lights, I watched her jaw drop and she just froze as she took in the pieces of stocks, lifting winches, exam tables and in the center of the room, a just finished spanking horse.

I had gone all out on this piece, with mahogany frame, carpeted padding and expensive chromed cuffs for both hands and ankles. No one could mistake this for anything but what it was. I expected a scream and her panicked running for the door. To my surprise, she slowly turned to look at me and smiled in a very devilish grin. “Wow” she said and walked to the spanking horse in the middle of the shop. She ran her hands lovingly over the gleaming mahogany frame and felt the soft padded carpeting that covered the top. I could tell how turned on she was as she examined the cuffs and tooled leather straps. “Wow” she said again. “It's so beautiful.” “Can I get on it?” What could I say?

She kicked off her shoes and stood there in her bare feet and looked down at her jeans and T-shirt which were quite dusty from moving boxes and sweeping floors. May I take these things off? I don't want to get your new project all dusty and sweaty . This girl was showing a lot of promise and I suspect that it was showing through the old pair of gym shorts that I wear to mow the lawn. “Sure “I said, it will let you get a better feel of how comfortably this baby can hold your body and let you enjoy all the fun it provides. She smiled back and a really cute expression came across her face. “Would nude be OK?” What could I say as she quickly unbuttoned her jeans and let them drop to the floor?

Her pale blue panties slid down to uncover what looked like a fresh Bikini wax and an exceptionally curvy butt. I think I had stopped breathing by the time she pulled her shirt over her head. I had suspected that there was no bra and had guessed correctly as her two lovely tits popped out and I could see the little pink gumdrops standing at attention. I could have stood there staring for a lot longer, but she turned and climbed on the horse and snuggled down like it was an old friend. Her beautiful bare butt stood up just the way I had hoped it would when I designed the horse. I was still admiring her butt when she asked if I would put the cuffs on her wrists and ankles so she could get the full feeling of the restraints. The leather was still new and stiff, but the buckles worked perfectly on their first test and I thought she would start to purr as she closed her eyes and snuggled down into the padding.

“ Do you have a paddle ?” she asked.