I arrived home from work to find an unexpected package from Amazon at my front door. I took it inside and pulled the zip-tab on the outer plastic bag to find a plain brown box. I cut the tape and opened the flap of the box to discover a pink vibrator shaped like a moderately sized penis. It was not a giant like in most porn and, according to the packaging, had multiple vibration modes. I returned my attention to the outer bag and now saw it was addressed to my next door neighbor, Pam.

I returned the toy to its box and the box to the bag but there was no way to disguise the fact the package had been opened and its discrete contents discovered. I knew Pam had a video door bell so just leaving the opened package on her door step was not an option. So, I decided to just face the awkward situation and take the mis-delivered package to her in-person.

Pam was single. A widow, I thought. She was a decade, maybe two, older, a few extra pounds but still quite attractive with conspicuously generous bottom and breasts. Any number of times she had played a feature role in my ‘naughty neighbor’ fantasy. The arrival of the dildo only served to re-trigger some of those obscene thoughts.

I headed over to face the embarrassing admission of my error. When I rang the door bell she replied through the device, “Be right there.” It took a few moments but then she answered the door. “Sorry, just got home from work and was changing into something more comfy,” she explained. “What’s up?”

“Well, I got your Amazon package by mistake and did not realize it wasn’t for me,” I stammered and offered her the open envelope. “I kinda opened it.”

She took the package and looked inside. “I wondered where it was. I got the notification it had been delivered but then it wasn’t by the door. I figured porch pirates had stolen it,” she replied, extracting the box from the bag. “So you saw what’s inside?” I nodded nervously. She was quiet for a moment and then continued, “I’m not sure what to do in this situation. Leaving it at your place was the delivery guy’s fault, but he’s long gone. You opened a package clearly addressed to me and the inner box, too, discovering its very private contents.”

“Yeah, I wasn’t paying attention,” I admitted. “I’m really sorry.”

“I’m not sure you’re contrite enough,” she countered. “I’m thinking you deserve true consequences for your careless, naughty actions - some corporal punishment.”

“Punishment?” I asked.

“Yes, I think you deserve a trip over my knee for a good spanking,” she clarified. “And in my book a ‘good spanking’ involves my hairbrush against your bare bottom until I’m satisfied that the message has been delivered and that the very sore bottom will remind you to behave for days to come.”

I could not believe ears - Pam was describing almost exactly the beginning of one of my fantasies. I tentatively offered an extension of that imagined scene, “If I submit to a spanking, perhaps you’ll let me take your new toy for a test drive?”

“The toy at first but conclude with the real thing,” she countered. I nodded my agreement to the deal. She led me to her bed room and told me to undress, then watched while I did. She then removed her sweatshirt and stretch pants, finally clad only in frilly pink panties. She had been braless underneath the sweatshirt and raised it slowly and dramatically until her generous breasts dropped free. She retrieved a hairbrush from her dresser, sat on the bed and guided me over her lap. Her swats were stinging yet not so very hard but at a high tempo.

The heat in my ass grew almost beyond what I could withstand and she sensed that limit and adjusted accordingly. I had no sense of time but the spanking must have lasted at least ten minutes with multiple pauses to allow my ass to cool. She caressed and fondled my seared cheeks during the interludes causing me to grow even more aroused, my erection rubbing against her bare thighs. Finally she paused and declared, “That’s one well-spanked bottom. Any more and you’re gonna have broken skin.”

She lay back and retrieved the new toy from the bedside table. She turned it on and handed it to me. At first, I teased her clit and vulva over her panties but then pealed them down. I returned the vibrator to a leisurely tour around her clit, then switched to my finger on that little button as I explored the rest of her sensitive parts with the pulsing toy. Eventually, I introduced it slowly into her vagina. A little bit in then out. A bit deeper each time until it was thrusting fully in then completely out. “Enough with the plastic,” she eventually ordered. I knelt between her legs and entered her myself. “I want you to cum on my tits,” she whispered. I knew I had a short fuse, so after only a bit more coitus, I withdrew and knelt astride her torso. She sandwiched my cock between her soft breasts and I resumed thrusting until I reached apex and several gushes of semen shot onto her breasts, neck and face. She squealed with surprise at the longer stream that extended from high on her cheek down to her chin. She took my still-twitching cock, emitting the last few drops of ejaculate, in her mouth until I was fully empty.

A few minutes later we lay cuddling and I whispered in her ear, “We need to discuss that purchasing such a toy is itself inherently naughty and the recipient deserves a spanking, as well.”

“When you’re ready to go again, I’m happy to go across your knee,” she offered, her hand tugging at my cock that, to my surprise, began to respond. “Maybe sooner than I expected,” she added.