For a wonderful summer, Jackie was my neighbor. She was housesitting for the Fuller’s and we met at the mailbox soon after she arrived. She was a bit of tease and I immediately developed a bit of an obsession about her. A few evenings later, I was driving home from work and happened to note she was in the lane beside me as the light ahead turned yellow. I slowed but she sped up and entered the intersection on red and had a close call with a car on the cross street who had the green.

I drove into my drive a few moments after her as she carried groceries into the house. She shrugged at me and admitted, “That was a dumb move.” I wagged my finger at her as I walked towards her, “Good think you didn’t t-bone that other guy. I think he soiled himself.”

Jacking volunteered, “Reminds me of a time as a teen when I ran a red light and the cop knew my dad so rather than give me a ticket, he called my dad who was waiting for me with his belt when I got home. Dunno which was redder, that traffic light or my ass after he was done with me.”

“Did it work?” I asked.

“Yeah, I guess it did,” Jackie said thoughtfully. “I think I hadn’t really run a light since today.”

“Maybe we need to repeat dear-old-dad’s treatment,” I offered with a wink.

She paused, grinning at me, trying to see if I was serious. “Ok,” replied finally. “I’ve gotta put my groceries away but I’ll be over in a few for my punishment.” She raised her eyebrow flirtatiously and went inside. I was instantly erect with the though of spanking her bottom. I tried to walk casually back to my house, with my pants conspicuously tented by my raging boner. I fetched a wooden hairbrush that was a favorite implement and realized I was already wearing my heavy Filson bridle leather belt, in case we truly replicated her dad’s response.

She knocked on the door in a few minutes and when I greeted her she put on her best little girl pout and said, “I’ve been bad girl.”

“Yes, you have,” I agreed. “What happens when you’re naughty?”

“I get a spanking,” she replied.

“Indeed,” I concurred and led her to my sofa, taking a seat in the center. “At my house, naughty girls get their spankings on their bare bottoms,” I asserted.

“Is there any other way,” Jackie replied and shrugged down her yoga pants that highlighted her marvelous ass. Her pink panties followed and she went over my lap.

I spanked her with my bare hand for a minute or two and then paused. “I’m thinking I need something a bit more intense to deliver my message. Reach across to the table and hand me that hairbrush.” She did as instructed and I resumed with the brush. She began to wriggle and moan as her pink cheeks gathered more color. I finally paused as light spidery bruising was beginning to form. I figured she would have a sore and colorful bottom for a few days but was not yet fully finished.

“Ok, almost done,” I announced. “But believe you need a dose of medicine like your daddy gave you to conclude your punishment.

“Yes, sir,” she replied with a light sob in her voice.

“Kneel on the sofa,” I instructed and the pulled my belt free. The heavy strap was doubled and I stroked her already well-spanked bottom a dozen times.

I was rethreading the belt through my pants loops as she gingerly pulled her pants up over her seared cheeks. She came close and gave me a tight hug, undoubtedly feeling the pressure of my erection. “Perhaps next time, I can take care of that for you,” she whispered and then left.

I flopped down on the sofa and opened my pants. I was stroking myself and suddenly the door opened and Jackie asked, “Why wait until next time?” She paused seeing me there self-stimulating. “I was almost too late,” she added and took over the manual labor encore to her punishment.