Mona was away for a few days for work so I was not too surprised by the sound of a loud party next door. Beth had unwisely taken the opportunity of her mom being away to invite a group of friends over. It was not too late to really bother me and though I expected the gathering was unauthorized, I was hesitant to tattle on Beth. As I was wavering on whether to call Mona, I got an incoming call from her.

“I was just about to call you,” I lied.

“Yeah, Beverly beat you to it,” Mona replied. “Apparently Beth’s good sense has gone missing. She’s sending the merrymakers away and is due a long paddling when I get home but I was hoping you might provide more immediate consequences.”

“Whaddya have in mind,” I asked.

“How about a good lickin’ with your belt,” Mona suggested. “I’m thinking fifty strokes.”

“I can do that,” I agreed.

“Thanks. Head over when you can. I’ll let her know to expect you,” Mona responded.

I waited a few minutes to let Mona notify Beth of my arrival and a little bit longer still for her anxiety to build about being whipped by a male neighbor she knew only casually. She answered the door, obviously nervous about what was to transpire. She and her friend, Amy, had been cleaning up the mess left by the hasty departure of the guests. While at home, I had decided on the site for her punishment and pointed to the high, padded arm of Mona’s sofa. “Pants and panties down,” I instructed, “Then bend over the arm of the sofa.” Beth paused, reluctant to expose herself to me and rightly fearful of the lashing she was about to receive. “Hurry up or you’ll only make it worse,” I warned.

Beth slowly shrugged down her stretch pants and panties and positioned herself as instructed. In this pose, her toes barely touched the floor and her head and upper torso rested on the seating surface. Her bare ass was pointing almost directly up, a perfect target for my belt. I unbuckled it and looked to Amy. “She’s due fifty strokes and I want you to count them,” I ordered. Amy nodded and actually winced as I drew back and swung the doubled, heavy leather strap against her friends bare bottom.

“One,” Amy counted softly, almost drowned-out by a wail from Beth.

When Amy said, “Twenty five,” Beth was sobbing. Her ass bore a red swath where the leather had landed and a few even darker welts criss-crossed her shapely ass.

“Wait, wait, wait,” Beth cried. “Isn’t there something we bargain about to stop now?”

“I promised your mom I would deliver fifty strokes,” I replied. “Seems like you earned at least that.”

Beth was desperate to end the punishment, “I’ll give you a blowjob…one a day for the next week, to stop now,” she offered.

“While that’s incredibly appealing, I have a commitment to your mom to complete this ‘other’ job of roasting your backside,” I answered. My cock was rock hard and Beth’s proposition was incredibly tempting. I took a deep breath and continued the punishment. Another twenty-five strokes left us both out of breath and her bottom literally blistered. Amy was agog, staring at her friends raw backside as Beth wailed. I rethreaded my belt and then shot a picture of Beth’s seared cheeks and sent it to Mona with the caption, ‘As requested’.

I walked back to my place lamenting not accepting Beth’s offer. She might not have been exquisitely experienced in giving head but I knew that even a clumsy attempt felt awesome and I imaging releasing on her face as another facet of her punishment. I thought, perhaps, I might request a blowjob from Mona as compensation for acting as her surrogate disciplinarian. I was about to lay on my bed and stroke myself to completion when there was a knock on the door - it was Amy.

I let her in and she nervously admitted, “I felt sorry Beth taking all the blame. The party was kinda my idea. I deserve to be punished too but was hoping you might accept the terms Beth suggested from me.” I was happy to not have been in a hurry to jerk-off and led Amy in my living room. My big arm chair worked quite well to orient a recipient’s bottom. “Over the arm of the chair,” I instructed. Amy doffed her yoga pants, revealing she was wearing nothing beneath. I pulled out my belt and began to stroke her round bottom.

She stoically accepted the twenty-five strokes and then immediately slid off the chair and onto her knees. I waited expectantly as she opened my pants. This was clearly not the first time she’d had a cock in her mouth. Even if she were not exceptionally experienced in giving head it felt wonderful. Without instruction she pulled back just at the right moment, and continued to stroke allowing strings of ejaculate to cover her face. I wiped the more copious pools with my finger and offered them to her that she licked clean. I pointed to the bathroom where she could finish cleaning up and she walked away, her red bottom still bare. She turned to see me watching and teased, “Get it up again and I’d like to have you stick it in another hole.”