Mona had invited me to a summer cook-out. When I arrived a number of guests were already poolside with drinks and appetizers. I helped myself to a beer and chatted with a few of her other friends. Once everyone had arrived, she lit the grill and I grilled the burgers while she gathered the other food and prepped the table. It was then I realized an awkward fact. All the other guests were couples except for Mary and me. I wondered if this was an intentional set-up and was unsure about how to react. Maybe Mary was sensing the same uncertainty?

After dinner, Mary and I were chatting in a small group of Mona’s other friends. I asked if I could freshen her drink and she followed me over to the bar. “I think this was Mona’s not so subtle way of introducing us,” Mary said softly.

“You picked-up on that too,” I replied. “She means well even it seems a little ham-fisted.”

“So, you wanna grab dinner sometime - just the two of us - not under the watchful eye of Mona and her posse,” Mary asked.

I was a bit take aback by her assertiveness but kinda liked it. “Yeah, that would be nice,” I answered. We settled on meeting after work the next Friday at a pub was a mutual favorite.

Mona got wind of our plans and as the party was breaking up, she cornered me and cautioned me, “Mary’s just coming off a bad break-up so take it slow with her.”

“I’ll be a perfect gentleman,” I replied to the guidance.

“Yeah, that’s what I worry about,” Mona replied. “You being all attentive and disarming and before she knows it Mary is another sexual conquest for you.”

“I kind thought you invited us tonight for the expressed purpose playing matchmaker,” I asserted.

“I’m glad you two hit it off. I’m just asking you to promise not to have sex with her on the first date,” Mona countered.

“Well, one could consider tonight our first date, so technically dinner next week would be our second date,” I argued just to provoke her.

“You know what I mean,” Mona replied. “Don’t jump her bones after dinner next Friday!”

“Define ‘sex’,” I challenged.

“No part of you goes inside her,” Mona answered.

“So handjobs are ok?” I countered.

“You are beginning to try my patience,” Mona fumed. “Let’s draw the line at kissing. Clothing is a hard boundary, and don’t fondle or rub any sexually sensitive parts together. Clear enough?” I nodded, amused at how entertaining teasing her was.

The night of our date, I came home, cleaned up and took an Uber to the pub. We had a great dinner and conversation and as we were enjoying a bit of after-dinner bourbon and discussing a great new Netflix series, Mary abruptly changed the subject. “I know Mona had you swear to taking it slow with me cuz of my fragile temperament after the break-up,” Mary noted. “How about let’s go back to my place and not tell her.”

I did not have to be asked twice and thoroughly enjoyed exploring a wide variety of positions and orifices with Mary over the next several hours. We finally fell asleep, exhausted but happy and awoke much later than intended. We had coffee together and then I summoned an Uber to take me home. As luck would have it, Mona was tending to her front flower garden as the Uber dropped me off and Mona stalked over and hissed, “I thought you promised to not fuck her on the first date.”

“It was a completely chaste and innocent evening. We talked until late and fell asleep cuddling. Your rules were not broken,” I lied. Mary and I had discussed a cover story in case interrogated by Mona. Mona stalked off in a huff - I was assuming to call Mary and question her, too. A few minutes later, there was a knock on my door. Mona brushed past me and I was momentarily amused at her ire.

“Mary gave me the same story - almost verbatim,” Mona began.

“Well, there you have it. Confirmation. No inappropriate behavior,” I countered.

“I’m thinking you two agreed on a cover story and you’re both lying to me,” Mona continued, obviously quite upset. “I hold you responsible for taking advantage of her vulnerability.” In truth, Mary was the aggressor but once invited I certainly was a willing and enthusiastic partner. “I think you’ve really violated my trust and I have only one sort of response to that kind of behavior,” she scolded. I shrugged as if asking for clarity. She was wearing cargo shorts and extracted a hairbrush from a large front pocket. “I spank naughty boys who lie to me.” She led me from the foyer into the living room and sat down on the couch. “Stand right her, mister,” she ordered. I was intrigued about feeling a spanking from her and so moved to the designated spot.

She unbuttoned my slacks and pulled them and my boxers down. Her threat of a spanking had already begun to stimulate a reaction on my part and she scolded, “I begged you to keep that in your pants and not inside my friend,” she chided and prompted me to go over her lap. She began to spank me with the brush and after a brief time she ordered, “Raise your bottom!” I complied and she continued the spanking but I intentionally acted to provoke her and lowered my bottom. She would respond with several hard swats and the command to raise my ass again.

What she was seemed unaware of was that my penis was now fully hard and the up/down motion was creating delightful friction between her bare thighs. I thought that Mary had fully emptied me but soon I felt that tide rising and then an unexpectedly quick and copious release. Mona was momentarily befuddled by the feeling of warm, wetness between her thighs and dripping on her calves. “You naughty, naughty man,” she scolded and spanked even harder.

When she allowed me to stand, I thanked her for the spanking and suggested that in the future if she ever needed to address bad behavior, I would gladly go over her knee. However, I suggested to avoid another mess, she was welcome to suck me dry beforehand. “You’ve certainly not yet learned your lesson,” she scolding, stifling a laugh. She pulled my belt free of my slacks and ordered. “Bend over, mister.” She tapped the leather against my already fiery ass and ordered, “Count these!”

“One!” I called, rethinking the wisdom of my temeritous comment.