When I got home the next evening, Helen was trimming some roses on our property line. “You had another young thing last night?” she teased.

“She’s a friend of Sue’s,” I replied. “She was having difficulty focusing at work so I provided some redirection to help her stay on track.”

“Is ‘redirection’ what you call it now?” Helen continued. “We just used to call it screwing.”

“Uh huh,” I countered. “She’d earned a really good spanking and that’s what I gave her - nothing more” I skipped the part of the exquisite blowjob Annie provided before departure. “I’d be happy to demonstrate the same on you, if you’re game.”

Helen thought about it briefly and then said, “Sure. I will clean-up and be over in a few.”

I hurried inside and set the brush on the table. I was hard with anticipation and could not believe getting Helen to accept a spanking had been so easy. I should have proposed it much sooner. The ‘few’ was a bit longer than expected but eventually there was a knock at my door. She had clearly showered and primped, wearing a white blouse over black stretch pants. I led her to the sofa and waited a beat. She seemed to be wanting me to make the first move, so I slowly tugged down her pants and panties before guiding her over my knee. While I really appreciate a very taut, fit ass like Sue’s, spanking a fuller, softer butt like Helen’s it always a true pleasure. There is a bit more area to cover with swats and the little extra padding seems to withstand a very long, sustained spanking. I warmed the entirety of her adorable bottom with swats until it appeared like two glowing pink orbs.

I paused to feel the heat and she shivered with the contact of my fingers against her seared flesh. I let my hand wander a bit and teased her vulva. She moaned as if an invitation for more, but I picked up the brush and gave the underside of her left cheek five hard strikes. Then the left side, followed by a series of swats between the cheeks from crest to crease. I set the brush on her fiery bottom and let my fingers wander again, this time intruding inside her and feeling the slightly rough patch just behind her clit. She pushed against my hand, wordlessly begging for more. Another round of swats and then more finger banging. Her cheeks were at their limit of punishment - I wanted to avoid any broken skin so I set the brush back on the table and caressed her very well-spanked bottom.

“Mmm, did you touch her like that, too?” Helen asked.

“No, that was something special for you. She only got the spanking,” I fibbed.

“Perhaps I might persuade you to introduce something more substantial that a mere finger,” she mused.

“Certainly, how’d you like it?” I asked.

She pondered the options for a moment and then suggested, “How about old-school? Missionary on a bed?” I nodded and she rose and headed down the hallway to my bedroom. I watched in fascination at the sway and bounce of her fiery cheeks as she walked away, then hurried to catch-up. She paused briefly to removed her shirt and bra and flopped down on the bed. I quickly undressed and then knelt between her legs, then slowly lowered my body and entered her. I could tell I would not last long as I began to slowly pump. I paused to suck one breast and fondle the other before resuming my thrusts.

I slowed and laid atop her, my hands nestled behind her, squeezing her amazing ass cheeks. She groaned a little at my aggressive attention to her bottom. “When you’re ready, I want you to pull-out and cum on me,” she whispered. I pushed my torso up, and began to thrust more strenuously, then pulled out and knelt as she stroked me to final resolution. The first jet was a straight, perfect shot, falling from the notch of her neck and down between her breasts. Subsequent spurts fell on her breasts and tummy. “Yum,” she declared, licking her finger. I was fully spent and flopped down beside her. “When we’ve recovered, you’re gonna get a blistered butt, as well,” she cautioned.