Helen asked if I would help play out a fantasy of hers. I was always ready for a bit of role play and implored her to explain her scheme. “You know where my bathroom window is?” she began.

“I think so,” I answered. Halfway down the side of her house, facing mine was a high, quite wide but short window with frosted glass. It was a quintessential bathroom treatment letting in natural light but providing privacy due to its height and translucence. One half was fixed but the other slid sideways for ventilation.

“I want you to play my naughty young neighbor. Tonight at eight, I’m gonna be taking a shower. The window will be open and a box will be on the ground for you to stand on while you spy on me. I’ll catch you and give you a choice - either report you to the police or you accept a spanking.”

“Sounds wonderful,” I replied.

At a quarter to eight, it was already dark, so perfect for my foray into voyeurism. Hedges and trees screened that part of her house from front and back so I would only be visible to someone in my own yard. I snuck to below the window that was already open. I heard sounds that suggested she was already in the bathroom but no water running yet. She might not expect me to be early but I wanted to take full advantage of spying experience. I wanted full value for the price my bare bottom would pay later. I quietly stepped atop the box and slowly raised myself so I could peer in at the lower corner of the opening. Helen was inside and delightfully naked. She reached inside the shower and started the water. After it was warm, she stepped into the stream and I watched in awe as she soaped her voluptuous body. I desperately hoped the evening might end with a long, wet sexy shower together.

Suddenly, she turned and caught me watching. “You pervert,” she scolded. “I have a good mind to report you to the police.”

“Please, no ma’am,” I pleaded. “I’m really sorry. It’ll never happen again.”

“The only way you get off without me calling the police is for you to come inside right now and accept a spanking for your behavior,” she offered. “It’s either a ride in a police car or a paddling with my bath brush.” She picked the brush from a seat in the show and wagged it at me. I would be a formidable implement, certain to leave my ass sore for days to come. “What’s it going to be?” she asked.

“I’ll take the spanking,” I replied.

“Come on inside and accept your punishment,” she instructed. I went inside and found her still quite naked in her bedroom. She sat on the bed still damp from the shower. She brusquely undid my pants and guided me over her knee. There was no playful warm-up, commencing directly with a brisk, intense paddling with a highly effective tool. I happened to glance at my watch and realized the spanking only lasted about ninety seconds but the results were unexpectedly severe. My ass felt like I’d sat on a red-hot stove.

She allowed me to stand and then took hold of my erection. “Can’t let this go to waste,” she quipped as she stood and turned to bend over the bed. “I think you know what I want,” she teased. I approached her, with my boner poking her soft, generous ass. She reached between her legs and guided me inside her. I knew I would not last long - the friction was exquisite as was the view of her round cheeks. She must have sensed I was close to release and pulled away, quickly sinking to her knees and taking me in her mouth. The oral stimulation was too intense and quite quickly was on the verge. She pulled back taking the whole release on her face. “Gonna have to take another shower. Join me?” she suggested, licking the viscous rivulets that had landed within reach of her tongue.