Penny and I were talking by phone in advance of my arrival the next day. We had been a bit stuck on what scene we might play together. In the course of the conversation, she revealed that she had been stopped for speeding the day before - nineteen miles over the limit. She was let go with a warning but I was stuck on the incident. I was not sure about whether her revelation was intentional - or not - and I could not stop thinking this event was a prime disciplinary opportunity.

“You know, this is a situation that really demonstrates poor judgement on your part and that you deserve to be punished” I began, “Despite getting off with only a warning, you were speeding and need to face the consequences of your behavior.”

“I can’t deny you’re right,” she replied. I was dumbfounded that she seemed to acquiesce so easily.

“Ok, then when I arrive we’ll take care of this infraction,” I continued. “Afterwards, we can continue our deliberation about what scene to play next. I’m in-town for three nights so plenty of opportunities after we deal with this flagrant act of reckless driving.” She giggled, maybe a little excited and perhaps a release of mild trepidation. “What were you wearing when you were stopped ?” I asked.

“Hmm,” she pondered audibly and continued, “I was on the way home from work yesterday…a simple dress.”

“Okay, have that outfit or something like it on when I arrive tomorrow evening,” I instructed. “Also, after we hang-up, go get your sorority paddle and set it on the coffee table. It will play a featured role in your punishment and I want you to have a conspicuous cue about your upcoming punishment.”

We hung up a few minutes later and I realized the discussion of spanking - particularly that this time it would be her bare bottom being spanked - had made me rock hard. Awkwardly, on the flight the next day, I was daydreaming about the action that would unfold in a few short hours and had a similar reaction. I wondered if the older woman sitting next to me noticed the bulge in my pants. And then it got worse when my imagination leapt to a scene where this woman was my stern boss and I was over her knee as she applied a hairbrush to my bare ass. It was impossible to turn-off the videos playing in my head that seemed to be stuck on the only-spanking-all-the-time channel.

I arrived at Penny’s place and she led me into her living room. She was wearing a black, business-casual dress and I noticed the paddle on the coffee table, as instructed. She seemed a bit nervous - or excited - I wasn’t sure which. I sat on her ottoman and asked, “You know why we’re here and what’s about to happen, right?” She nodded. “I want to hear it from you,” I scolded.

“I was driving recklessly and I’m gonna get a spanking,” she admitted.

“Over here,” I said, pointing to a spot to my right. She moved into position and waited, not sure whether to bare herself preemptively, await my instruction or just what. “Lift your skirt,” I ordered. She pulled up the hem of the mid-length dress to her waist and I quickly tugged her pink panties to her knees and guided her over my lap. I began to spank her magnificent, round cheeks, that bounced so exquisitely with each impact. I wanted to take my time and really slowly warm her bottom.

After about five minutes of hand-spanking, with a few pauses to caress her warm cheeks and allow them to cool slightly, I prompted her to stand. “Bend over the ottoman,” I instructed and then pulled the back of her skirt up, to re-expose her pink, warm tush. I tapped the paddle to already tender bottom. “Count these,” I ordered and gave her a satisfying hard smack.

“One!” she moaned. She was near tears when she sobbed, “Nineteen!” I set the paddle on the table and began to raise her panties. “Not yet,” she protested, “One more thing.” She widened her stance slightly and I was momentarily puzzled about her intentions. “Get in me,” she begged. I unzipped and plunged into her. The sight of my cock disappearing inside her as I thrusted, framed visually by her warm, well-spanked cheeks and the satisfying smack of my pelvis against her incredible ass was going to lead to a very early conclusion for me. She perhaps sensed my impending climax and pleaded, “Cum on my ass.” I was only happy to oblige the request and pulled out just in time to shoot several generous streams onto her quivering, nicely colored bottom.

A few minutes later we were together in her shower and she mused, “That was fantastic. I’m trying to think of an encore.” She lifted a bath brush from where it hung and ordered, “Turn and around. Hands on your knees.” Wet wood against wet skin in the confined space made an amazing noise. Before long, I was hard again and seeing this she set the brush aside, slunk to her knees and sucked me to fruition in the spray and steam.