I told Mary that I had an idea for our next scene - we were neighbors. “Do you want me to describe the scene or maybe you want to just play-along…improvise?”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, “I’ll play-along.”

We arranged to meet after work the next day at her place and I eagerly anticipated how I thought scene might unfold. I arrived and was carrying the messenger bag I take to work, the one difference being that today it also contained a paddle I had made quite a while ago. It was sixteen inches long, made from a plank of half-inch oak. It was almost four inches wide and a pattern of half-inch holes was bored in the contact zone. Mary answered her door and said, “Hi,” acting surprised to see me.

“We need to talk,” I asserted. She opened the door fully and beckoned me inside. We had not discussed apparel but she seemed perfect for my scene, wearing yoga pants and a t-shirt, apparently without a bra.

“You must have been very tipsy when you arrived home last night,” I began.

“I was out with a few friends and had a drink but I wasn’t drunk, if that’s what you’re suggesting,” she retorted.

“I think you were more inebriated than you’re admitting. You took the turn into your driveway far too wide - I can see the tracks - tore out a shrub in my yard and damaged the fence on our property line,” I asserted.

“I’m really sorry if I accidentally caused any damage,” Mary replied. “I will get everything fixed at my expense.”

“There’s more than just the economic costs,” I countered. “You need to atone for your bad behavior!”

“How so?” she replied, already anticipating my direction.

“You deserve a good paddling,” I announced. “…and I intend to give it to you right now.” I pulled the paddle from my bag and Mary’s eyes widened at the sight, but she did not object as I had expected she might. She had a couch in center of her living room. I led her from the foyer into the living room to face the back of the couch. “You’re gonna get this punishment on your bare bottom. Something to remember next time you’re out with friends and should remind you to take an Uber and not drive,” I scolded. I laid the paddle on the arm of the sofa and came behind her, hooked a thumb in the waistband of her stretch pants on each hip and tugged them and her panties to mid-thigh, exposing her awesome, round bottom. “Bend over, elbows on the sofa,” I instructed and she obeyed without comment or backtalk. “You’re due twelve. Count them!”

I tapped the paddle against her bare cheeks and gave them a hard swat. She groaned, “One!” and swayed slightly in response but quickly recovered. I spaced the swats so that the immediate sting might begin to subside before the next blow landed. After a dozen swats, her sit spots each bore a lovely bullseye bruise, the right a bit darker and deeper. She reached back and felt the condition of her cheeks and then was about to pull-up her pants and panties. “Elbows back on the sofa,” I chided, “We’re not done yet.”

“You said a dozen,” Mary reminded.

“A dozen swats, but that’s just the first part,” I announced. I move behind her and unzipped. I felt her with my hand and she was very wet. I touched the tip of my erection against her vulva and she pushed back, impaling herself on me. I rocked for a bit and quickly her right hand came back to stroke her clit as I ground against her well-paddled bottom. Soon I felt myself approaching climax and could not resist the urge to thrust. The visuals were awesome with me pulling back until I was almost fulling withdrawn and then pushing back, my cock disappearing inside her, framed by her bruised cheeks and then my pelvis smacking against her wonderful and most colorful ass. I emptied what felt like a very generous load inside her and then laid forward, hugging her tight. I felt myself twitching inside her and then slowly backed away and watch my contribution begin to leak out.

“Wanna take a shower?” she invited, pulling off her top.