I had mowed my lawn and was edging with the string trimmer. I was a bit careless and accidentally lopped-off a few of the tulips in my neighbor Eleanor’s flower garden at the border of our properties. The flowers lay there like they had been cut for a vase, so I picked them up and walked over and knocked on her back door.

Eleanor ushered me into the kitchen where she was having tea with her friend Clara. She was a bit older, may not enough to be my mother but close. Many times when we had chatted about life, work and relationships, her tendency was to offer motherly advice. I figured Clara about the same age and disposition.

I apologized repeatedly for the string trimmer straying into her garden as Eleanor put the flowers in a small vase. “You think he’s contrite enough?” Eleanor asked Clara.

“Not by a long shot,” Clara responded. “I’m thinking he truly deserves to have his heinie heated.”

I imagined Clara knew about previous incident where had been quite cross with me and took me over her knee for a long, hard paddling with her hairbrush. She had invited me to a summer cook-out where I met and became smitten with her niece, Marie. Eleanor had taken me aside and essentially forbid me from “getting busy” with her niece as the woman was vulnerable after a hard break-up. I had ignored Eleanor’s rules since Marie was very hot and very enticing. I figured the sore bottom was a small price to pay for the brief but very satisfying romp with Marie.

“I think you’re right,” Eleanor agreed and ordered, “Go get my hairbrush, you know where it is.”

I did know its location as the previous time she had led me to her bedroom where it lay on her dresser. She had made me fetch it then and hold it while she unbuckled my belt, opened the fasteners on pants and lowered them and my boxers before guiding me over her knee. I was thinking about that time and also that in this reprise, Clara would be watching. I was fully hard by the time I returned to the kitchen with the brush. The women had arranged the chairs, facing each other and Eleanor beckoned me to her right side.

Like before I held the brush as she undid my pants and then both chortled at the sight of my erection. Eleanor took the brush and guided me over her lap and began to spank fast and hard. It probably only lasted a minute or so but seemed to last an eternity. My cheeks felt ablaze from the impacts of the wooden brush. I glanced over at Clara who seemed to be enjoying the show immensely. Eleanor paused and asked her friend, “What do you think?”

Clara replied, “Good start but I think he deserves a bit more. How about I give it a try?” Eleanor handed her the brush and Clara scolded, “Over my knee now, mister!” I rose and Clara saw a few wet spots of pre-cum on Eleanor’s gray stretch pants. She hiked up her skirt to bare her thighs and guided me over. She paddled me as long and intensely as Eleanor had before prompting me to rise. She dabbed at the wet spots I had left on her bare legs with her finger and tasted the residue. “Do you mind?” she asked her host.

“Go for it,” Eleanor acceded and Clara slid off the hair and onto her knees. She laid the brush back on the chair, grabbed my cock and pulled me close. She took me in her mouth and I knew I would not last long. She grabbed a fiery cheek in each hand and squeezed hard as I emptied into her mouth. She showed us both the pool of semen and then conspicuously swallowed

Clara stood and Eleanor noted, “You missed some.” There was a rivulet of ejaculate running from her cheek to chin that Eleanor licked clean and gave her friend a kiss.

“That was fun,” Clara declared. “You should whack her flowers more often.”

“Careful,” Eleanor chided, “That sort of talk might earn you a good spanking, too”

“Promise?” Clara and I both replied in unison.