Next door spanking

The lady that moved next door was very attractive and had obviously had the money and interest to look after herself. We talked over the garden fence and she said how her husband had died suddenly and she could not maintain the standard of living that she was used to. They had had to move to my neighbourhood having sold the family house. She said this with regret but was keen not to sound as if she was feeling superior.

Her eighteen year old daughter (Patty) was going to be able to carry on going to her very upmarket fee paying school as the funds had been left in trust to be used only for her education. The daughter was impeccably polite, always acknowledging me. I am afraid the sight of her in her school uniform stirred feelings in me that a man in his thirties really should not have towards a teenager.

After they had been living next door for a couple of months Mary said, over the fence, that she had a huge favour to ask me. The two of us had a lovely meal chatting about our experiences and she was very careful to downplay the obvious advantages she had had during life. She talked about her daughter and how her behaviour had gotten worse since her father's death. As we sat drinking, what I suspect was a very good whisky, I asked about the favour. She stared into her glass for what seemed ages before she said

"There is no easy way so I am just going to say it. My husband used to discipline Patty when her behaviour slipped below the standards required. I think she would really benefit from a man's firm hand to keep her on the straight and narrow."

And I found myself agreeing to it. Just then her daughter arrived.

The sight in front of me was simply any normal man's dream. The uniform was old fashioned. A blue pleated skirt, white socks and black boring shoes completing the bottom half. The top half was a white blouse tucked in at the waist and a blue cardigan. It was designed to be boring and sexless but on this teenager it was stunning.

She still carried a little weight that she would lose over the next couple of years. She was clearly into sport as her legs showed signs of strong muscle development while remaining shapely. The cardigan did not obstruct the view of her boobs, as it was so wide apart. I tried to make out her nipples but the bra was too substantial.

Her mom told her who I was and why I was here and she didn’t question it.

She quietly took the cardigan off her shoulders but hesitated to get over my knees. It only took a smile from me to get her to move into position. I was surprised to see her mother move to the furthest chair in the room and pick up a book as if completely disinterested in proceedings. She actually stayed like this until the spanking was complete.

If the sight had been good earlier it had now got even better. I took my time wanting to experience the whole event to its very fullest. My tight pants were at least keeping my painful cock in a suitable position as intended. I could not resist making the folding of the skirt up above her waist an act of pure drama. I actually didn't hold the skirt but slid by hand up the back of her legs, starting at her knees. The contact with the back of her legs was electrifying for me and her sigh followed by her holding her breath seemed to indicate it was profound for her too. I hadn't seen a pair of traditional schoolgirl knickers for years. They were an ugly garment but somehow very sexy.

It wasn't until my hand first spanked her across her large cheeks that she exhaled. The sound could have been either of pain or sexual arousal I could not tell but either way it aroused me. I delivered the dozen equally splitting them from one cheek then the other and the third straight across the middle. When all twelve had been delivered the colour of the skin outside the area of her knickers was turning red.

"Thank you daddy, I am ready for the next dozen please."

I did not fail to notice her referring to me as daddy but decided for my own pleasure not to mention it. The knickers were so all encompassing and with the elastic around the legs looking uncomfortable (well that was my excuse) I decided to pull them right up between her legs. With the beautiful full shape of her bottom they disappeared totally by the time I had pulled them fully up. I didn't quite understand her whispered comment.

"Thank you daddy."

The next dozen were firmer and the colour appearing on her cheeks was very satisfying. Each spank was accompanied by a sigh from the now very relaxed girl. When I paused after this dozen I was a little naughty as I got hold of the waistband of her knickers and pulled hard twice ensuring they were even more fully wedged in place. As I did this she lifted herself slightly off my lap and reached between her legs as if to adjust the garment. I allowed her this without comment expecting her to remove her hand quickly. Instead she said

"Thank you daddy, I am now ready for the next dozen please."

There seemed no reluctance in her request, more like expectation. The use of the word "now" seemed designed to communicate something and I thought I understood what.

The next dozen were quite different. Her hand seemed quite active between her legs and by pushing her bottom up off my lap she was clearly telling me when to deliver the next stinging blow. I could not believe how this girl had changed the whole nature of what was happening and taken complete control. I looked over at her mother who seemed totally engrossed in her book and oblivious of her daughters growing arousal (or mine for that matter).

My mind was spinning. I could do nothing more than carrying on the "punishment". By the end of the dozen Patty was positively bouncing on my lap. I wanted to regain at least a little control of things and pulled her hand away from between her legs.

"No please daddy no."

While delivering the last couple she was obviously getting very close to orgasm. I considered delivering more than the dozen to let her get the relief she was working so hard to achieve. I decided against it stopping after the last stinging spank landing very low down towards her pussy.

"I think that you have had sufficient punishment for today don't you? That last dozen seemed very effective didn't it?"

We both knew exactly what I was saying and it took her a minute to work out how to answer me. I knew she wanted more but could not be seen to want more punishment. Her answer was simple: she removed her hand from her pussy and easing herself away from me found my erection through my clothing. I knew even an inexperienced hand would be able to have me exploding into my boxers in seconds. As excited as I was, I really had to draw the line somewhere.

"After second thoughts I think you will remember your punishment far more if I deliver just one last dozen."

"Thank you so much daddy, you understand me so well. I am nearly ready for the last dozen."

I let her get comfortable or more to the point get her hand in the right place before bringing my hand down sharply. I had expected her to build up again towards her climax but was staggered when she exploded on my lap immediately. Her hips were now pumping as if fucking an invisible lover. All I could do was to try and match her thrusting hips with my spanking. It was quicker than the previous dozen as towards the end the spasms racking her body became weaker and her hips settled down.

I have never been so pleased that the sound of a woman having an orgasm sounds almost the same as a woman in pain. I could only hope that her mother didn't find it easier to differentiate between the two than I did. I had to work very hard during her orgasm not to have one myself but just survived. I did remove the knickers from their deeply wedged position in case her mother paid any attention. It took some effort but I was rewarded by feeling not only the soaked panties but also how wet she was around the whole area. Finally I pushed her skirt back into place before the now fragile and still shaking Patty slid off my lap.

Mary realising that the spanking was over now reengaged with her daughter and asked her whether she would remember the punishment if she went to misbehave again.

"Oh mummy, I will never forget that punishment. If I feel like being naughty I promise you I will remember exactly how that felt."