Today on the drive home from work, a few blocks from the turn-off into my neighborhood, a lane was closed for utility work. Multiple signs showing reduced speed and a big flashing arrow preceded the disruption. Upon passing the bottleneck, I noticed Mona’s shiny new SUV pulled over by a motorcycle cop and imagined she was not a happy camper.

Once home, I headed out to get the mail at the communal block of mail boxes just across from Mona’s. Just then she drove-up and I walked over as she got out. “You ok?” I asked.

“Yeah, I wasn’t paying attention and went through there at usual speed so fifteen over the work zone limit,” she replied. “But, he let me off with a warning, so all good.”

“Perhaps for that deserves a warming rather than a warning and maybe fifteen strokes with my belt for good measure,” I teased.

She gave me a sly smile and agreed, “I’ll be over in a few minutes.”

When she arrived, I led her into the living room and sat down on my couch. “Over my knee, young lady. Reckless driving has earned you a good spanking,” I scolded. She approached my right side, reached under her skirt and slid her panties down and stepped out of them. She folded them and placed them on the coffee table before lowering herself over my lap. I lifted the back of her skirt to expose her gorgeous bottom, just begging to be turned warm and pink. I spanked her with my hand for a good ten minutes, intervals of fast hard swats and then a bit of reprieve as I squeezed and caressed her soft cheeks. When I was satisfied with the final heat and color, I prompted her to stand. Intending a finale of strokes with my belt, I began to unbuckle my belt.

“Can I have the same bonus to my punishment you gave Beverly?” she asked. I must have looked astounded as she added, “Yep, we tell each other everything.”

“I’ve got something a bit different in mind before you get your lashes for speeding,” I replied. “Kneel.” She complied and finished opening my pants, not needing any further verbal instruction on how to proceed. She sucked and stroked for longer than I had expected to last and as I was nearly there, I directed, “On your face.” She pulled back slightly, continuing to stroke until several general strings of ejaculate landed on her smiling face. She licked me clean and her tongue swiped at rivulets near her mouth. “Stand and bend over,” I instructed, pulling my belt free. “Count these,” I added.

After she hollered, “Fifteen,” she stood and wiped much of the residual cum on her face with her finger and licking it clean. I showed her to the bathroom where she could finish the clean-up. When she returned she asked, “What will it take to get a cream pie rather than a facial.”

“Keep up the inattentive driving and you’ll certainly find out,” I replied, giving her a kiss along with a tight squeeze of her tender right cheek.