David had showered, dressed, and gathered his notebooks for class. At breakfast, he tried to focus on his psychology class notes because there was usually a quiz every Friday on the week's readings. David was struggling to pay attention as he kept remembering last night. Sharon had been turned-on by being spanked and so had he. Spanking her had been shocking and weirdly sexy at the same time. He had been caught off guard by how much he had soaked the crotch of his briefs with pre-cum from the whole experience. When Sharon and he made out, it wasn't unusual for her to soak the crotch of her panties and for him to have some wet spots of pre-cum on his briefs. But this hadn't been a long make-out session where it was mostly kissing and some rubbing and fondling of each other. This had been Sharon bent over his knee while he took her panties all the way down and spanked her ass hard with a hairbrush. It reminded him a little of getting spanked at home when he was little. Over the knee and hard swats to his bare butt by Mom or Dad but that was where the comparison ended. Still, Sharon had made getting spanked seem completely normal. At least for recreating some random childhood memories.
David went to his biology and psych classes. Fortunately, the quiz in psychology was easy and his distraction at breakfast hadn't hurt him as much as he thought it might. He met Sharon for lunch at the campus grill. They both had afternoon classes still. Sharon reminded him, "Hey, remember to bring your laundry to my house tonight. And besides, you can spend the night. I forgot to tell you, my family is celebrating Josh's birthday this weekend so I have to drive home on Saturday morning and do that. But I'll be back by Sunday evening and we can get some dinner then. I may even have a surprise or two for you by then." Intrigued, David asked," What kind of surprise?" "It wouldn't be a surprise, now would it, I told you now?" David agreed and said, "I'm going to the gym after my last class but I'll run by the dorm and get my laundry. Want me to bring something over to eat tonight?" Sharon shook her head, "I'll make spaghetti while we do laundry." David remembered that Josh was one of Sharon's older brothers. She had three brothers. Josh was a senior at another university. There was another older brother whose name David couldn't remember at the moment. Then there was Jason who was a freshman at their university. David had met Jason once before when Sharon and he ran into Jason on campus.
The afternoon passed slowly until David's last class ended around 3:15. He ran back to his dorm room, grabbed his gym bag, and headed off to the gym. No pick-up basketball this time. He did some weights and then ran the indoor track for 30 minutes. After showering, David hurried to the dorm, dumped the contents of his gym bag into his laundry bag and picked up random clothing that needed washing off the floor of his closet. He walked over to Sharon's house. She lived in a two-story woodframe house half a block from campus.
Sharon greeted him at the front door with a long kiss and a light twirling of her index finger on his crotch as he stood in the doorway. "Come in. Let's get our laundry started and then I'll put the pasta on to cook." He carried his bulging laundry bag down the hallway and into what had once been the house's back porch before someone had made it into a nice laundry room with a washer, dryer, table for folding clothes, and a couple of chairs. Sharon told him, "Dump out your clothes and I'll help you sort between the colors and the whites." She had already sat her laundry basket on the folding table and quickly started tossing her whites into one pile while grabbing what whites David had in his big pile on the floor. Most of David's whites were his underpants and a couple of white t-shirts. But Sharon also quickly saw the old white high school gym shorts that he had been wearing at the gym yesterday as well as another pair of plain white gym shorts. Freshmen at their college had to take a traditional gym class the first year that was just like high school during the fall semester and then focused on swimming during the winter and spring. As she got lower in his pile, she also found what she had suspected would be in his laundry: two jockstraps. A girl who hadn't had any brothers might have hesitated to grab those out of his laundry pile and toss them in with the rest of the whites. But Sharon had done her share of laundry at home and saw everything that her three brothers owned, clothing-wise. Briefs, jockstraps, ratty old gym shorts. She was glad that she hadn't had to do any laundry except her own when she lived at home. She couldn't have missed the piles of her brothers' clothing in their laundry room at home and had occasionally satisfied her curiosity about boys generally by carefully examining what they wore. David's laundry was no surprise. He had a few decent pairs of white underpants but some that definitely needed to be replaced. Probably left over from his early high school days. Sharon was no judge of jockstraps but she thought that one of them looked like he had run 1000 miles in it. Definitely needed to be tossed out. She smiled to herself. 1000 miles might have been about right if David had worn this jock for three or four years. She thought, "I'll do some shopping for him this weekend or next and see if I can't get him to get rid of the worst of his undies." The rest of his clothes were okay. Typical college boy clothes, she thought.
While Sharon was analyzing David's whites, he was paying discreet attention to her underwear too. Not much of it was white. A few all-white bikini panties. But a couple of her bras were all white and, for some reason, sorting those was turning him on a little. They then switched to sorting the colors. David noticed right away that Sharon had more panties in color, some flowered bikinis like he had seen on her last night, but some solid colors too. She wore low-cut bikini panties that barely covered her butt. For which David was thankful. Then he saw that she also had some bras in colors too and had to keep from being too obvious about handling those in front of her. In the meantime, Sharon had noticed that David had no colored underwear at all. And thought, "I need to get him some new undies. Something different." His old jeans was nicely faded but some of his t-shirts needed to follow his worn-out underpants to the trash. They sorted the towels last. Sharon told David that he needed to wash his laundry bag too. It could go into the wash last. Otherwise, he would be carrying his clean clothes back to the dorm in a smelly laundry bag.
They turned to getting dinner ready. Sharon had been trying to get David to drink wine with her but it had been a hard sell for a boy who drank mostly beer. And lately, he had become accustomed to the stronger drinks to which she had introduced him in the last few months, even if he didn't hold his liquor all that well. It was probably his light body weight. He had some muscle but not enough to allow him to avoid getting drunk on a couple of hard strong drinks. But she had been making progress on his wine drinking and she asked him to open a bottle of red and white to go with dinner. He poured a glass for each of them and sipped it with only a small grimace on his face with the first taste.
After they finished dinner, they carried the wine bottles and their glasses into the laundry room so they could start the other loads. The first batch of whites came out of the dryer about 45 minutes later and they sorted those into his and her piles. Once sorted, she deliberately started folding his whites while leaving him to fold her whites. She wanted to inspect his now clean clothes with the idea of replacing the worst of his underpants and maybe that worn-out jockstrap too. She wasn't sure what to do about his old high school gym shorts as she guessed that those meant something to him and he wouldn't easily part with them. An hour later, they were sorting the colors. She again sorted his while he sorted hers. This was less interesting for her as he didn't have anything sexy in his pile. Sharon did find a dark blue pair of small gym shorts that she thought looked like something that he must have bought at the college bookstore. While sorting both piles of his clothes, she checked the sizes so that if she went shopping for him, she would know what to buy. She couldn't find a size on his ratty old jockstrap but it needed replacing as much as anything that he owned. David had a waist like a small batch of pencils wrapped together with a rubber band. His jeans were size 28. His underpants varied from size 26 to size 30 in the waist or had an "S" in the back waistband, which she assumed meant "small." She thought that maybe he had been buying some of his own clothes now that he was in college but couldn't tell how much attention he paid to sizes in the stores. His clothes always seem to fit snugly on his slender body so maybe he had accidentally shrunk some of his clothes in the industrial size dryers in the dorms. David definitely wasn't checking her sizes as he sorted her clothes but he definitely wasn't sure how to fold her panties and bras. He guessed that it didn't matter. But since she seemed to know how to fold his clothes correctly, he didn't want to completely mess up the folding of hers.
By 10:30 p.m., they had the laundry done and the clothes dried, sorted, and folded. She had already run his smelly cloth laundry through the wash and it was in the dryer now. She hoped that the bag wouldn't shrink much as it needed to hold all of his clothes when he went back to his dorm tomorrow morning.
They had finished both bottles of wine. David asked, "Are your roommates here this weekend?" Not that it mattered since Sharon had her own room. But it had been really nice one weekend when both of her roommates were gone and they had the run of the entire house. No scurrying from the shared bathroom upstairs back to her bedroom to avoid being seen by Joanne or Julie. Julie's room was upstairs next to Sharon's and they shared a bathroom. Joanne had the downstairs bedroom with its own bathroom. The house was incredibly spacious compared to David's dorm room. Sharon replied, "Yes, they're here this weekend. But they said that they would be gone next week. Something about a concert somewhere. Which kind of works out since I will be gone this weekend anyway for my brother's birthday deal tomorrow night." David didn't mind. He could sleep with Sharon tonight and be back in his dorm room tomorrow night. He needed to catch up on studying this weekend. He also knew that if Sharon's roommates had been gone this weekend and she was here, there would be no studying and likely not much sleep either for him. Sharon said, "They are having a late night out. Probably back after the bars close." David thought to ask, "Are Joanne and Julie dating anyone right now?" "Why do you ask? Interested in dumping me and dating them?," replied Sharon with a laugh. David said, "No, just wondering if anyone else might be sleeping over tonight."
Sharon: "Since when have you cared? We will have the whole house to ourselves next week. You know my roomies. Both of them might bring a guy home tonight. Julie is dating one guy pretty regular but they don't seem to be exclusive. Joanne just likes whoever she likes at the moment. She seems to bring a different boy home all the time."
"So what do you want to do now?, asked David. "Oh, I have an idea if you are game," replied Sharon.
David: "What is it?"
Sharon: "It is actually a game. I'll bet that you cannot make me cum in ten minutes using only your tongue and my rules."
Although he was sometimes surprised at how forward Sharon was about sex, he didn't want to appear shocked at her invitation. So David shot back, "Oh, yeah. And if I do, what do I get?" Privately, he sounded bolder than he really felt. Sharon and he hadn't done a lot of oral yet. He had never been sure that he had been good at it. And Sharon blew him only to get him hard for a second round. She didn't let him cum that way, which was okay. Except he was hoping for a real blowjob from her someday. And he hoped to get better at oral on her too.
Sharon: "I'll blow you until you cum like you have never cum before." David's dick twitched in his jeans in response.
David: "You have a bet."
Sharon: "Don't you want to know what the penalty is if you lose?"
With a bottle of wine in him, David was feeling looser than usual. He replied, "What if I don't plan to lose?"
Sharon: "Okay, big boy, you don't care. So do we have a deal?"
He really wasn't sure that he could make her cum in ten minutes and he had barely heard her say, "my rules." But the wine and the possibility of a real blowjob helped him skip over the details.
Sharon: "You are on. No backing out, right?"
David: "Right". Again, one part of his brain was worrying but the rest of his brain was ready to go.
Sharon: "So here are the rules. First, we both keep our clothes on, except for my panties. Second, you have to tongue me until I cum and do that within 10 minutes. I'll get the timer from the kitchen."
David: "Uh, and how will I know if I win? You might fake it."
Sharon: "Duh, girls can fake cumming but they can't fake not cumming. It will be real clear if you are able to make me cum."
With that, Sharon ran downstairs and returned with a timer from the kitchen. "Ready, big boy? Come over here."
Sharon set the timer for 11 minutes just to be fair about the start time, lay back on the couch outside her bedroom, and pulled her panties down and off from under her short skirt.
"You better get down here and get a head-start, if you want to win this," she said.
David was thinking, "This is awkward. We haven't had sex with all of our clothes on before. But I guess I don't have to be undressed to do this." So he kneeled in front of her, lined up with her pussy and started to tongue her. At first, he thought, "This is going to be easy," but as the minutes wore on, he began to have doubts about his ability. He now had a hard boner in his pants from going down on Sharon but it didn't have anyplace to go. He hadn't considered how discomfort of a hard erection trapped in his tight underwear and jeans would affect his concentration. He could hear the ticking of the timer and was wondering how much time he had left. He increased his pace but didn't sense any effect on Sharon who was quietly lying back and letting him do what he could.
Finally, Sharon said, "You know, it will work better if you lick less and use the tip of your tongue right on my clit." David was a little embarrassed that he didn't know how to do this better but he switched to her suggestion. In return, he felt her tense and begin react like he had found the right spot. He continued working this new technique and thought that she might be really close to cumming. She was starting to spread her legs more and her breathing was louder. Her back was tensing and and she was getting wetter. He was still working hard when the timer went off. Sharon reached down and raised his face away from her pussy with both hands.
"Sorry, champ. Close but no winner."
David was deflated. If only he had started out with the right technique, he would have gotten her there. He was even more surprised that Sharon hadn't extended the time so that he could finish her. If the roles were reversed and the timer had gone off before he had cum, he would have told Sharon, "Never mind, Just keep going." Of course, he also thought, "There is no way I would have lasted 10 minutes if she was sucking me."
Sharon sat up and grabbed her panties from the floor. "Here," she said, "Wipe your mouth off some." David thought, "Great, that's my consolation prize, Wiping my mouth off with her panties. Not too bad."
Then Sharon said, "Ready for your penalty?"
David replied, "I guess. I kind of forgot what it is."
Sharon: "That's because I never said and you never asked. But you agreed."
David: "Right. Okay. What is it? Run around the block in my underwear? How about have sex with you in your bed?"
Sharon: "Nice try. Although I do like the running around the block in your underwear idea. Let's try something new. I am going to spank you."
David: "Hey, I didn't agree to that."
Sharon: "But you did. You agreed to my rules and my penalty. You just didn't ask what they were. So, let's do what you did to me last night. Stand up."
David thought, "Am I really going to let her do this?" while at the same time, thinking "I guess so." So David stood up. Sharon shifted to the front edge of the couch and reached out with both hands to pull him a little closer. "Now, pull down your jeans," she said, "All the way to your ankles." David's only consolation was that at least she was getting him to undress, which he hoped was going to lead to sex and not a spanking after all. "Now, drop your undies all the way." David pulled his briefs down to his ankles too.
"Now, over my lap you go, you bad boy."
With his jeans and underwear at his ankles, David slowly lowered himself until he was over Sharon's lap. She told him to shift his body forward on her legs more until he was supporting the upper half of his body with his hands on the floor in front of him and his lower mid-section was positioned over both of her legs. He was tall enough that his toes were touching the floor at the other end. His erection had shrunk with Sharon's announcement that she was going to spank him but his penis was now hanging down between her bare legs. Which provided some weird stimulation. When David had spanked Sharon last night, her bare bottom was all that he saw and felt. The front of her short skirt had been over his jean-clad knees. Her pussy had not been directly touching his legs the way that his bare front was on her bare legs now. It was a sudden realization that he was much more exposed than she had been last night and his penis was dangling between her knees.
He hadn't noticed that her hairbrush sitting on the table next to couch earlier. He looked over his shoulder to see what she was doing. She had the wooden hairbrush in her right hand and then rested it lightly on his butt. "Look straight ahead and don't move. If you move too much, I'll start over with your spanking." David was suddenly frozen. His position reminded him of being spanked as a younger boy. The only difference now was that he was 19 and almost six feet tall. As a boy over his Mom's or Dad's knee, his feet and hands didn't quite reach the floor so he had been balanced over their laps.
David looked straight down at the floor. There was a second or two of silence and then a loud smack as Sharon brought the back of her hairbrush down on David's right buttock. The sound startled David as much as the sting that accompanied it. Sharon followed that loud smack with another swat a little harder to his left buttock. He started to twist a bit to move away from what was causing the pain. But Sharon quickly said, "Move again and I'll give you an extra ten. Stay still." So David stopped moving. Sharon then started bringing the hairbrush down on his butt in a regular rhythm. Some blows fell only on one buttock for a few strokes or then switched to the other. But most struck across both buttocks at the same time. She paced the swats instead of peppering his butt rapid-fire.
To David, her swats on his bare butt became more like being paddled, where there was a distinct pause between the swats. And the swats seem to get harder as they continued to fall on his butt. He was beginning to lose his ability to stay still. His butt stung badly. He lifted his feet off the floor even though he knew that wouldn't ease the stinging. He wanted to get up and run away from Sharon's brush like a little boy might try. He began to move from side to side as the swats again landed on one buttock and then the other. She warned him again, "Stop moving. I'm going to give you some penalty swats for that." Sharon moved her legs closer together to trap David's hard penis between them. She thought that a firm hold might help him stay in place on her lap.
By the time Sharon finally stopped, David had no idea how many swats she had given him. But she told him to stand up and face her. He did. But already his hands were reaching behind him to cradle his completely spanked butt.
Sharon: "Stop that! Put your hands on your head now! Okay, now, apologize for not making me cum."
David barely managed to choke out the words, "I'm sorry that I wasn't able to make your cum."
"Apology accepted. Now get over into that corner. Now. Hands still on your head. Until I tell you to come out."
David hobbled over to the corner with his jeans and underpants around his ankles. He kept his hands on his head even though he really wanted to try to rub the sting out of his burning buttocks.
Sharon was admiring her work from the couch. There was a nice bright red color from about three inches below his tailbone to the lowest part of his buttocks. He hadn't been crying when she had him get off her lap and face her but his eyes were definitely watering from the pain. She had felt his erection between her bare legs soon after he had gone over her lap but his boner was gone by the time she had him stand up after his spanking. Instead, his penis was thick but hanging down. She noticed that his balls had tightened up close behind his penis and thought either that the house was too cool or that was what a boy's balls did under stress. She hadn't told him how long he needed to stay in the corner. Last night, she had told him to make her stand in the corner of his dorm room for 15 minutes but now 15 minutes seemed too short. She decided to keep him in the corner for longer to see what he would do. Would he stay? Would he fidget? She didn't want to push him beyond his limits but at the same time she did want to test him. And looking at his cute spanked little butt some more was a plus.
Finally, after 30 minutes, timed by the same timer that she had used to time his oral skills, she told him, "David, you can come out of the corner. And, take off your pants and underwear." He came over to the couch and very silently kicked off his sneakers and socks. Then took off his jeans and briefs. Now, David was wearing only a t-shirt which covered his body only down to the top of his butt in the back and left his penis exposed in the front. As soon as he had turned around, Sharon had noticed that his erection was back and seemed to be harder than ever. He stood before her as she sat on the couch. "Turn around so I can admire your nicely spanked butt." He turned. She liked what she saw. Then she got up and steered him into her bedroom. There was a full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. "Check yourself out," she told him.
When he turned to look, he saw what she saw and his penis gave another twitch. Then she led him over to her bed by his erection and stripped off her clothes and his t-shirt. She lay down first and let him lowered himself into her slowly. She was surprised that his erection was as hard as it was, given the amount of pain that had to be radiating from his spanked rear.
David was stunned that he had let Sharon spank him. It was like a mistake that he would have made as a child. The sort of mistake that got him and his brothers spanked just like that. But he was also completely turned-on by the experience. He couldn't deny that he hadn't liked it. But it was confusing. He was able to handle their love-making now just fine. If anything, his stinging butt slowed him down and made him last longer than usual. Which Sharon noticed and wondered if she had just found a new way to keep David from cumming too fast.
As they later settled down to sleep, Sharon asked him if he was alright. David said that he was fine. She replied, "Fine for a boy who just got his butt spanked really hard. How's your butt feeling now?"
David replied, "I haven't been spanked since I was 16 or 17. I had forgotten how much it stung. My butt is still stinging."
Sharon: "But you liked it?"
David: "Yeah. A lot".
Sharon was thinking to herself, "I now have the answer to the question that I asked him the other night. The answer that he avoided. How old were you when you were spanked last? Now I know that the answer is 16 or 17. About the same age as the last time my Dad spanked my brothers, I guess. I'll have to ask Jason tomorrow."
Sharon then said, "That totally turned me on too. You have a very nice butt. It was a blast to give it a real spanking. Oh, and by the way, in case you were wondering, I counted the swats. I gave you 25."
David replied, "Then the next time you are getting 25." Although he was joking and wasn't sure whether there would be a next time. He had no idea how many swats he got with the hairbrush over his parents' knees when he was younger. 25 sounded like a lot but none of his childhood swats would have been as hard as what Sharon dished out tonight.
Spent from their sex, Sharon and David snuggled in close together and fell asleep.