Jackie 2

We later chatted about our respective interests in spanking and other fun predilections. Jackie directly asked if I were as eager to receive as give and I respond that, of course, I was. I added wryly, “However, my behavior is generally flawless so never truly deserve a spanking.”

“We’ll see about that,” Jackie retorted.

A few days later, I was pruning roses that grew along the wall between our yards, and glanced up to see in my neighbor’s kitchen window. Jackie was lifting a cup from the espresso machine and clad only in her panties. I could not help but marvel at the sight. She smiled at first but then frowned and wagged her finger at me. I saw an idea revealed in her eyes and she crooked her finger for me to come to her. I walked around to the front of my yard, around the parting wall, along her house to her backyard and knocked on her kitchen. She ushered me inside, “Such a naughty fellow, spying on your neighbor like that,” she scolded.

“I might assert that you’re the naughty party parading around nearly nude, near a window with the blinds wide-open,” I retorted.

“That’s not how I see it,” she countered and pulled me towards her kitchen table. She pulled a chair facing away from the table and took a seat and began to unbuckle my belt. “As we know, this is an effective finale to a punishment,” she noted and pulled the belt clear and dropped it on the floor. She brusquely tugged down my pants and boxers and guided me over her lap. She was stronger than I might have guessed and her hand spanking truly hurt. My ass was burning as I felt my erection nestled between her bare thighs. I glanced over my shoulder to marvel at how her breasts heaved and swayed as she swatted my bum.

She paused and then ordered, “Go grab that red spatula.” I looked over to the kitchen counter and in a crock of utensils was a large, red silicone spatula. I had used and felt one like it before and knew it was formidable. I retrieved the implement and she resumed the spanking, now more intense and bringing me to nearly my limit before she would pause and gently caress my burning cheeks.

After several cycles of spanking and aftercare, she prompted me to stand and then bend over and grab hold of the seat of the chair. I felt the leather belt tap against my very sore bottom and then the whoosh of its flight and the crack of leather against bare skin. I literally howled with pain and the vocalization took a yet higher note as the next stroke landed. After the twelfth, she had me turn and sit on the chair. My seared cheeks against the hard wooden seat was both excruciating and exquisite.

She knelt and sandwiched my cock between her breasts and began to undulate. That sight and friction was mind-wrecking and soon I was on the cusp. She sensed my situation, probably in how my whole body tensed and slowed the pace but I was already past the paint of no return and unloaded several generous streams onto her bosom, neck and face. She wiped a rivulet from her chin her finger and sucked it clean. “I think I need to expose myself to you on a regular basis. I enjoy practicing my spanking technique and this sort of aftercare is very satisfying, too.”