I watched as Tammy crossed the street to her house. She gave a wave as she went inside and I closed my door pondering her reference to turning the proverbial table on me. She had mentioned it at least twice this evening. I was not sure whether she was serious but also I had not objected to her suggestion either. I did recall that when first mentioned, I pushed back on why I might deserve a spanking.

It had been a few years since I had received a serious spanking. A lengthy and wonderful relationship with Mimi, my now ex-girlfriend, ended when she got a plum job on the opposite side of the ocean. Our intimate activities had included plenty of spankings for us both. But even without that memory connecting sex and spanking, my mind and body always responded in a fairly dramatic way to the topic. I wondered if Tammy insisted on her suggested role reversal, whether that would trigger my usual response. I had never received a spanking from a platonic partner and I was a bit worried about how Tammy might react if she saw my body’s involuntary reaction.

Mulling over these issues, I poured myself the last of the wine and concluded she was probably joking and I was worried about something that was not to be. I sat down and resumed reading the murder mystery I had started the previous night. A while later I realized I was dozing off and had read the same sentence several times. I bookmarked the page and began my evening ritual of checking the doors and shutting off the lights. I was loading the last dishes in the dishwasher and about to push its start button when there was a light knock at the door. I checked the peephole and Tammy was back, shivering a bit on the darken stoop. I led her inside and asked if she would like a nightcap.

“So, what’s up? “ I asked as I poured us each a bit of bourbon.

“I told you why I left the brush here,” she offered.

“But what have I done wrong to deserve punishment,” I asked.

“It took me a bit to think of it, but then I recalled how you didn’t shovel your drive and almost killed the FEDEX guy,” she replied.

She was right. It had snowed the previous week and since the forecast had called for a warming trend, I hadn’t bothered to shovel the drive. Instead we got a bit of a cold snap and the packed-down snow turned to ice. The FEDEX guy had just barely avoided a bad fall for which I had felt truly regretful. It was my mistake to have later relayed the tale to Tammy.

“Ok, I guess you’ve got me,” I responded with a sigh. “How’re we doing this?”

Tammy’s smile was far too gleeful as she picked up her brush and pulled a chair from the table. She sat and patted her right thigh, imitating my coaxing for her to approach for an over-the-knee spanking. I stood at her side and waited not quite sure about how she wanted to proceed. “You’ve been a naughty boy and deserve a good bare-bottom spanking,” she scolded, gesturing with the brush, but the effect was a bit muted as she wasn’t actually even acting cross. She set the brush in her lap and reached out and undid my belt and fasteners on my slacks. She jerked them to mid-thigh, pulling my boxers askew but, for the moment, at least my budding arousal was still covered. She prompted me to go over her knee and began to spank my underwear-clad butt with her hand. The stings and growing warmth evoked a mixture of pain and delight that I always found odd companion sensations. “These are providing you with too much protection,” she noted and tugged my boxers down before resuming the hand spanking.

She paused and I wondered if she was done. Instead she handed her phone to me with a timer set for one minute. “Push start when you’re ready,” she instructed. I took the phone and set it on the floor below me, then tapped the button. Immediately she began to whack my ass with the brush. The first swats felt like a wasp’s nest had been released on my bare bottom but then the sensation evolved to what I thought sitting on a red-hot stove must be like. I was only happy that Tammy was a fairly slight woman and didn’t have as hard a swing as I might deliver.

Finally, the timer sounded and she gave me a few final hard swats. “I’ll have to mention this to the FEDEX guy next time I see him,” she quipped. I reached back and hastily pulled my boxers up and rose from her lap. She tried not to look but could not avert her gaze from the obvious protuberance.“I see you really enjoyed that. It must not have been a severe enough spanking,” she added with a sly smile.