Roses

The summer between my college freshman and sophomore years, I mowed lawns and did other odd jobs to earn spending money. One of my jobs was mowing Nancy Henderson’s lawn. Nancy was a single mom with two twin girls, Jane and Emma. The girls had been classmates of my in high school but we were attending different colleges.

One June afternoon, I was mowing her lawn. Her yard was terraced above her neighbors, the Moore’s, and as I came to the parting wall, I looked over and down to see Erica Moore sunbathing. Erica had graduated a year ahead of me and frankly I had always had a bit of a crush on her. I paused to think of a mowing pattern that would allow repeated views over the wall and yet not be too obvious that I was spying on Erica and repeatedly mowing the same patch of grass. I passed the wall again and now Erica had removed her top. I wondered if the was doing this on purpose to torment me. I continued another lap of the yard and returned to get another good look at her amazing breasts. I was pushing the mower while focused on Erica’s bare boobs and heard the mower groan under heavy load. I realized I had veered off-course and obliterated two rose bushes. I finished the yard and went to the door to tell Nancy I had finished and apologize for decimating the roses.

She was obviously upset but kept her cool. She told her daughters to take their dog for a walk and she would meet them in the part in a few minutes.

“Those bushes were not cheap and they were well established so very costly mistake,” she scolded. I was not going to reveal the cause of my inattention but was worried she might make me compensate her for them by mowing all summer for no pay. I think she realized how even a modest sum was very important to me. “I could make you pay for them - it would probably take six to eight free mowings to make restitution,” she continued, “…but I have another option.” She paused to consider her words, “I pay your as usual but you accept a spanking from me - right now and each time before you start mowing for the next eight weeks.”

I gulped. I had not been spanked in a long time. The notion was both a bit frightening and exciting. I fantasized on having Erica watch me get punished for the mistake caused by her distractingly awesome body. I nodded my acceptance of her terms. She led me back to her bedroom and took a hairbrush from the dresser. “I just finished smacking the twins’ bottoms earlier and it still seems a little warm,” she announced. She sat on the edge of the bed and quickly tugged down my shorts and boxers. The thought of her daughter’s young buns being paddled and Erika’s naked breasts had created an unavoidable reaction.

She guided me over her knee and began to spank. My erection only grew more firm as the swats fell and the pain and heat in my ass grew. “Raise your bottom,” she would order and spank my cheeks even harder and faster if I relaxed. The up and down, created wonderful friction between her lap and my cock and I felt myself rushing inescapably towards fruition. I released generously and created quite a mess on her thighs and every thing else nearby.

“Why you naughty perv,” she chided and paddled me all the harder. I felt like the extra spanking was well worth the exquisite pleasure of ejaculating on Nancy. Just then I looked to the window to see Jane and Emma peaking in, likely having seen the whole show.

The next Saturday, I returned to mow Nancy’s lawn again fully expecting to endure a brisk session with her hairbrush beforehand. When I arrived, the twins answered the door and Jane announced, “Our mom’s away for work but gave us the money to pay you when you’re done.”

For a moment, I thought I had dodged getting paddled but then Emma added, “We saw you getting paddled last week and we heard our mom telling a friend of hers about your deal to make-up for ruining her roses. You need to come inside and get your pre-mowing spanking just like if mom were here.” Jane nodded and giggled, then took me by the hand and led me back to their mom’s bedroom. Emma took the brush while Jane took charge of baring my ass then guiding me over her sister’s knee. Emma spanked me for a minute timed by Jane and then they swapped positions.

When Jane’s minute was complete, I rose and began to pull up my boxers and shorts, “Not so fast,” Emma scolded and pushed back against the bed, until I literally fell onto my back. The girls lay down on each side and took turns stroking me until I came. They squealed in mock surprise at the spurts of semen but gleefully licked the rivulets from their hands. Jane slurped-up the pool on my lower torso and then said, “Ok, get to work, mister, before we find mom’s sorority paddle and really light your backside on fire.”