"No, I'm not mad. I know young men get aroused easily."
"Thank you, ma'am,” I sighed my relief.
* * * *
As Alana and I got closer, our desire to meet increased. I felt like I knew every thing there was to know about her; from the color of her eyes to the first pet she had as a child. I told her everything about myself, not wanting to keep any thing from her. I had never wanted to be this close to anyone, not even girls my own age, and actually meeting in the flesh was the next step.
We decided to get together at a public shopping center at a popular coffee shop. I got there an hour ahead of time and made several trips to the men's room to check my hair and pop a breath mint, and was never really satisfied with a stray lock that kept falling down on my forehead.
I recognized her when she walked in the door. She was beautiful ... poised ... graceful ... every thing a young man would want in an older woman. She had fluid curves, softened and rounded by time, and not sickeningly stick thin like most of the girls that I knew tried to be. She was dressed in a silk blouse, black skirt, high heels and stockings as if she were going to work, so I assumed our meeting was going to be a short one. I stood up and when she saw me, she smiled and walked straight to my table.
"Good morning, Daniel,” she said.
"Good morning, ma'am,” I replied, my heart beating so fast that I was sure that she could hear the thumping.
"I hope you didn't have to wait long."
"No ma'am, not long at all. May I get you some coffee?"
"Yes, please. Just a small decaf with one sweetener."
"I'll be right back with it."
I ordered myself a hot chocolate and came back to the table with the two cups.
"You're even prettier in person than you are in your pictures,” I told her.
She smiled.
"Thank you, sweetheart, that's very kind of you to say."
We chatted over our drinks for a while and then I asked her if she was going to work afterwards.
"No, I took the whole day off."
I was surprised.
"Oh, okay. You looked as if you were going to work."
She smiled.
"Well, if you will remember back a few weeks, you asked me to wear what I wear to work if we ever met. So now we are meeting and this is what I wear to work."
I chuckled. It was coming back to me then.
"I had a brain flicker, I guess."
"Or a testosterone surge,” she giggled.
I blushed.
"Could have been that too."
I gulped some of my hot chocolate.
"Alana,” I asked, “would you tell me the story of when you caught your youngest son and his friend skipping school?"
She laughed.
"Daniel, I've told you that story a hundred times."
"I know, but that was typing it or over the phone. Would you tell me in person now?"
She nodded her head and took a sip of coffee.
"He was in the tenth grade,” she began, “and thought he was grown. He was, in fact, much taller than me, but still had an adolescent mind. Anyway, I came home from work in the middle of the day and found he and his friend at our house playing video games. They were supposed to be in school."
"What did you do?” I asked, knowing full well what she did but wanting to hear the story again.
"I must have screamed, yelled, and scolded for half an hour,” she replied with a little laugh to herself, “and then I thought ‘this is going in one ear and out the other. These boys aren't even listening to me', so I took matters into my own hands and gave them both a spanking."
"How did you get boys that old to submit to a spanking?” I questioned.
"Well, I told the other young man that if he did not consent to a spanking, that I would call his parents and tell them what he had done. He was pretty worried that his father would take away his privileges and make him quit the football team."
"What about your own son?"
"I told him that I would turn him into the truant officer and he would probably have to do time in juvenile detention."
"Wow. Would you have really done it?"
"I'm not sure. I didn't think that far ahead. I just knew I needed to get control of the situation."
I squirmed in my seat.
"Go on with the story, please."
"Well, to make a long story short,” she continued, “I bent both the boys over my lap, one at a time of course, pulled their shorts and underwear down and blistered their naked bottoms with one of my wooden kitchen spoons."
"So they got spanked in front of each other?"
"Yes, they did."
"Did they ever skip school again?"
"Never."
"Did they ever bring up their spankings again?"
She chuckled.
"The other boy came to me a couple of years after they graduated, gave me a hug, and told me that me the spanking I gave him when he was a teenager probably was the best thing that could have happened to him. He's now a successful lawyer."
We caught up on some current events that were going on in our lives and then I finally had to ask the critical question.
"Did you drive your van today?"
"Yes I did."
I couldn't help twitching a little in my seat. She had told me how, when her sons were young, she had had a van, and if they acted up in a public place, she would promptly take that child to the back seat of the van and give him a bare bottom spanking. It didn't happen many times, she had told me, but just the mere thought of it made me tingle with jealousy. She drove a mini-van these days, no longer in need for a big van and carrying a carload of boys to baseball games.
"Daniel, why did you ask about my van?” she asked.
I bit my bottom lip.
"Do you remember telling me how you would spank your sons in the back seat if they misbehaved in public?"
"Yes."
I looked down and toyed with the spoon.
"Well, I was thinking that maybe we could sit in the back seat and talk some more."
A smile curled at the left side of her lips.
"Is talking all you want to do?"
I swallowed hard and nodded my head.
"Yes ma'am. I don't know if I have the nerve for anything more."
She reached in her handbag and pulled out a set of keys, then handed them to me.
"It's the blue and silver mini van at the end of the parking lot."
* * * *
Sitting next to her in the back seat of her van made me feel like I was ten years old again. I looked at her hands; small and delicate, and tried to picture them when they would be as hard as leather. I took a deep breath and asked the question that was on my mind.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes, Daniel?"
"May I lean over your lap, you know, fully clothed, just to see how it feels?"
She smiled.
"Yes, you may."
She slid over to the middle of the bench seat so that I had enough room on both sides of her lap. I hesitated at first.
"You can see if someone comes up, can't you?"
"Yes, I can see."
I gathered my nerve and eased myself over her knees. The warmth of her thighs came through the material of her skirt and I could feel it against my stomach. The position was embarrassing, especially for a man of my age, but at the same time, it was exciting and arousing. I felt her hands resting on the seat of my jeans. I felt my cock hardening. I knew she could feel it too.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes, Daniel?"
"Would you hand spank the seat of my jeans?"
"Yes I will."
I began feeling her hand swats on rump. It didn't hurt, but then, I did have the denim material between her hand and my skin.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes, Daniel?"
"Did you bring your hairbrush?"
"Yes, it's in my purse."
"Would you use your hairbrush on the seat of my jeans?"
"Yes
I will."
I heard her unzip her handbag and then I felt a bit of a sting as she began smacking my tush with the brush. It didn't hurt, but then, I did have the denim material between her hairbrush and my skin.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes, Daniel?"
I was almost too embarrassed to ask.
"May I pull my pants down and have you hand spank the seat of my boxers?"
"Yes you may."
I sat up, then reached for the button and zipper of my pants, and slid them down to my knees. I blushed as I realized she was watching me, knowing she could see my erection standing up in my boxers.
"Over my knees, Daniel,” she told me.
"Yes ma'am."
I gathered my nerve and eased myself over her lap again. The warmth of her thighs came through the material of her skirt and I could feel it against my stomach. The position was so embarrassing, especially for a man of my age, but at the same time, it was exciting and arousing. I felt her hands pushing my jeans a little further down my legs and then resting them on the seat of my boxers. My cock hardened more. I knew she could feel it. I began feeling her hand swats on fanny. It didn't hurt too bad, but then, I did have the cotton material between her hand and my skin.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes, Daniel?"
"Would you use your hairbrush on the seat of my boxers?"
"Yes I will."
I felt a bit more of a sting as she began smacking my tush with the brush. It didn't hurt all that bad, but then, I did have the cotton material between her hairbrush and my skin. I began to want more.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes, Daniel?"
I swallowed what felt like a log in my throat and looked over my left shoulder at her.
"Would you take down my boxers and spank my bare bottom?"
"Are you sure, Daniel?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Have you been a naughty boy?"
My dick hardened every time she called me a naughty boy. It was beginning to feel like a tree limb.
"Yes ma'am. I've been a naughty boy. I've been very naughty and I need to be punished."
"And does this naughty boy need his bare bottom spanked?"
"Yes ma'am. I need it. I need it bad."
"And you know that I'm not going to stop until I'm good and ready, don't you?"
"Yes ma'am. I know you're not going to stop even if I beg and plead for you to."
"That's right, Daniel. Now are you prepared for your spanking and the consequences?"
"Yes ma'am."
"And you know that I won't stop spanking your bare bottom even if someone walks up and looks in the van, don't you?"
I swallowed again.
"Yes ma'am. If they look in, they will see me getting my bare bottom spanked."
"That's right."
"I want it, ma'am. Please. I want it."
Without further announcement, I felt her fingers slip into the waistband of my Bugs Bunny boxers and slide them down my legs to meet my jeans. I felt the color of my face turn from pink to crimson and I knew that the color of my bottom would soon match.
The first smack of her hand on my ass came suddenly and when she had delivered a couple dozen, she picked up the hairbrush and continued. The next dozen were followed with her scolding and reprimand of my behavior. I cringed, accepting her swats with yelps, apologies, admissions of guilt, and requests for forgiveness. My skin quickly began to sting and I bucked on her lap. My ass was on fire.
"Mommy, please!” I screeched.
"This is what you wanted, young man,” she reminded me.
"I'll be a good boy, Mommy! I promise! I'll be a good boy!” I whimpered.
"Yes, you will certainly be a good boy when I'm finished with you."
As I squirmed on her lap, I could feel her skirt riding up her thighs. I could also feel my cock hard between her thighs. I was embarrassed that I was so hard ... embarrassed that it aroused me so much to have my bottom so red and stinging. I couldn't help it.
With my hands on the floorboard to brace and balance myself over her lap, I had no defense against her attack from the rear. She raised the brush and brought it down hard, the sound of it striking my skin echoing in the vehicle.
SMACK!
"Ow! Please, Mommy! I'll be a good boy!"
SMACK!
This time, the strike came down on the other side. Again I reacted with pleas of mercy. Over and over, again and again, she continued the barrage until I finally attempted to protect myself by reaching my right arm around to block the blows.
She grabbed my right wrist with her left hand and pinned it at the small of my back. I was helpless and resigned myself to the onslaught. After a couple dozen more smacks of the brush, she stopped and rubbed my stinging red bottom. I was quietly whimpering.
"Now, can you be a good boy?” she asked.
I choked back a sniffle.
"Yes ma'am."
"You may sit up now."
I began to push myself up off her lap and was not at all ashamed when she saw my erection. As I looked down, I could see that my squirming had pushed her skirt to the top of her thighs and I saw the tops of her stockings. I suddenly grabbed her in my arms and began kissing her. She neither fought me nor pushed me away.
"Are you wearing panties, ma'am?” I whispered against her lips.
"No,” she murmured back.
The movement was quick and deliberate. Grabbing her by the waist, I pulled her over my lap so that she was straddling my thighs and facing me. She gasped, apparently taken by surprise, but didn't push herself off. I held her face in my hands and continued to kiss her.
"I want you so bad,” I breathed.
"Daniel, this is wrong,” she said.
"No, it's not wrong. I want you. I want you so bad."
"But our age difference,” she muttered.
I couldn't get enough of her soft lips.
"I don't care about the age difference."
I pushed my hips up and made her feel my penis against her pussy lips. She gasped again.
"Daniel, please,” she whimpered.
She was wet. I could feel it. I knew she wanted it as much as I did.
"Please put my cock inside your pussy,” I begged.
"I haven't done this in a long long time."
"You need it,” I told her. “I need it. I've never wanted a woman so badly in my life as I do right now."
I moved one hand to her waist to hold her tightly to me and with the other hand, I held her ass cheek in my palm. Her bottom was firm and rounded, as the rest of her body was, and I gave it a little smack as I continued to kiss her. She jumped and then purred against my lips.
"Fuck me ... please ma'am ... fuck me. I need to be inside you."
Moving her hand between her legs, I felt her fingers around the head of my cock and then felt them directing it to the entrance of her pussy. As she moved her fingers out of the way, I pushed up and entered her.
Her hands went to my shoulders to hold on as I gently took her tongue into my mouth and slowly caressed it. Soft moans escaped both our throats the moment my shaft entered her and her moist heat surrounded me. She pressed for more, taking me as my hand on her waist moved to the base of her spine, holding her close. I opened my mouth and took a sharp breath as I felt how much of my cock she was taking.
She began to rock back and forth on my thighs, my cock sliding out only a bit, only to be taken back, going deeper each time. I felt her hips rhythmically ride, the rest of her almost still on me except for her hands on my shoulders. I placed both my hands on the cheeks of her ass, squeezing them gently and guiding her to longer strokes. As we rocked together, I heard her breathing become more ragged, and the juices inside her soft pussy flowing around my cock and down over my balls.
She pressed deeper and leaned back, taking me further. I buried my face at the base of her neck and my balls strained to keep from coming. I opened her blouse and breathed my moans into her chest as my mouth found her breasts, surrounding my lips with w
arm, feminine flesh. We continued to quicken our moves until we found a pace that we both knew would send us spiraling over the edge.
"Daniel, I'm coming,” she breathed into my ear.
Her orgasm was fast and hard and mine was seconds behind hers. I filled her with my cum and felt hers coating my cock as she bucked and thrashed on my thighs. I moaned into her breasts, the climax probably the hardest one I'd ever had, partly driven by the heat on my recently spanked ass as well.
She rested against me until we could both catch our breaths, and then she sat up and smiled.
"That felt wonderful."
I grinned, still panting a bit.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes, Daniel?"
I knew it might be too much to ask, but I was going to ask it anyway.
"My lease is up on my apartment next month,” I told her, “would you have any objections to me moving into your apartment complex? I'd love to be closer to you."
She smiled again.
"I would love that, Daniel."
I grinned.
"Do you think you could change my misbehaving ways if you spanked me more often?"
"Oh yes, I think I could,” she giggled, “but even if I couldn't, we would have a lot of fun trying."
I laughed and hugged her tightly.
"I can hardly wait!"
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THE IMAGINARY LOVER
He came to me at night ... almost every night ... waiting patiently in the muted hours of darkness until I was prepared to take him. Even though he was my imaginary lover and only existed with the help of my mind and my toys, I could see him clearly ... the red at the end of his cigarette as he stood in the moonlight outside my bedroom window, the evening breeze blowing gently through his hair, knowing that very soon I would be calling his name ... needing him ... thirsting for his caresses.
He lingered until the dinner dishes were done and the children were tucked in their beds. He loitered uncomplainingly, waiting for me to let the cat out and for the husband to fall asleep on the sofa while watching the late news, as he did most every night. His patience was unrivaled as he waited until my body was primed to take him and my mentality was eager for the fantasy of him.
It had become my favorite time of the day, when, unlike the rest of my day that was sorted and pre-organized as to what the world wished me to do, this time became my own. I could take him as I wished, as gentle as his feather-light kisses on my moist skin, or as rough as his perpetually relentless cock thrashing into me. In the darkness of my bedroom, I could have any fantasy I wanted, and I knew he would be there to give me what I needed. Sometimes I didn't know how I would take him until he actually came to me. Tonight was one of those nights.
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