Being Neighborly

Part 5

When it was my turn as recipient again, I would have been happy to repeat the stern nurse scene again. In fact, I might never grow tired of it. Instead Mona suggested something new and also very appealing. I would play helpful neighbor coming by - reason left to me - and she would conclude I was spying on her and take appropriate punitive action. We set a time in the early evening that I would be nosing around her kitchen window and left us each to fill-in other details.

I decided my ploy would be returning some mis-delivered mail and found a recent catalog in the top of the recycling bin as a prop. I eagerly waited for the appointed time and then wandered over. I quietly snuck onto her deck and watched her through the kitchen window. She was puttering about looking like she had just emerged from the shower. Her hair was wet and she was wearing a short robe that hung open. I could see through the gap that underneath she was wearing only panties. I moved slightly closer, hoping she would turn and the robe would open more and provide a look at the bare breast underneath. She looked up and saw me, then crooked a finger as she moved to the back door. “Are you spying on me,” she asked indignently but not so bashful to close the robe.

“I was just returning a catalog that was left in my box by mistake,” I claimed, holding up the evidence.

“Likely story,” she replied. “Peeping in my window is really offensive and I think you need to have a discussion with my hairbrush.” She led me to her bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. “Fetch the brush,” she ordered pointing to her dresser. I retrieved the brush and attempted to hand it to her. “You hold it for now,” she replied. I was mesmerized by her ample cleavage, watching the sway as she set about to undo my pants. “You’ve been very naughty and deserve a good spanking,” she scolded, tugging my pants and boxers down.

She guided me over her left bare thigh, so I was at angle over her knee, my torso on the bed, and my bare ass in perfect position. She warmed my bottom with her hand for a few minutes and I thought this was the most delicious sensation, my bare pelvis atop her bare leg as her hand smacked my cheeks. I was not too discreet about rubbing my erection against her as she spanked, wondering if I could generate enough friction to actually cum during a spanking. She paused and asked for the brush. The impact of its wooden face was exponentially more intense than her hand as she set me cheeks on fire. Finally she paused and I felt her fingers touching my seared bottom. “If I ever catch you spying on me again, this will seem like a tickle,” she threatened and prompted me to stand.

During the spanking, the robe had fallen off her shoulders and I could not help but stare at her large breasts. She touched my erection with her hand and then slid to her knees, taking me in her mouth. I was already well stimulated and it did not take long for the sensation of her lips and tongue to bring me to climax. She captured the first few surges in her mouth but the pulled away to allow the remaining emission to fall on her breasts. She made sure I was watching, and showed me the milky contents in her mouth before swallowing.

She pulled my belt from my pants, “Bend over, mister. I need to get you well-heated for round two.”