her panties to her knees. She picked up the belt from the counter and began to spank her. I knew I couldn’t afford to look for too long, but lowering my head took a huge effort. The spanking, her bare bottom arched over, the wisp of hair peeking out between her thighs – it set me on fire. For months, almost every day, I fantasized, and masturbated about what I had seen and heard, every moment broken into exquisite detail.
It was the next spring before Joe and I crept out to the bathroom window again. We were tossing the football in his front yard, the door was open in the warm weather, and I heard Mrs. McFarland yell “I’m getting the belt.” I shot a quick glance at Joe. Again, I followed him around the outside of the house until we reached the window. I motioned for him to straighten up and take a look, then became impatient when he kept looking. As soon as he lowered his head, mine was on the way up.
The slats of the blind seemed narrower, but I could see. Mrs. McFarland was standing and had Connie bent forward with her arm around her waist. Her shorts and panties were at her ankles, the belt hung from her mom’s hand. I was again staring directly at the beautiful curves of her round, white bottom, and a wisp of hair peeking from between her thighs, as Mr. McFarland raised the belt and brought it down with a slap.
Mesmerized, my cock rock hard, the fog of arousal washed through me, and I was a split second slow as Ms. McFarland suddenly turned her head back toward the window. I dropped as fast as I could but I had seen her eyes.
“Damn.”
“What happened,” Joe whispered.
“I think she saw me. Your mom.”
“God we better hope not.” Joe started creeping quickly along the side of the house, staying low, and I followed. When we reached the front yard he grabbed the football and we started tossing it. We didn’t say a word to each other.
Ten, maybe fifteen minutes went by and then I suddenly heard Mrs. McFarland’s voice. “Get in here…both of you…now!” What I won’t ever forget is what I faced as I turned toward the front door.
She was standing on the small front stoop, her long slender legs parted and bare half way up her thighs beneath her short, light blue robe, the belt hanging by her side, doubled in her hand.
She let us pass her through the door, then stepped in behind us and closed it. Her fierce expression forced our eyes to the floor. “Well, I hope you enjoyed watching me punish your sister, because you sure aren’t going to enjoy the whipping I’m about to give you. You’re not going to be able to sit for a week, and that’s before your dad comes home and takes you to the garage with the strap. I’ve already called him. Get upstairs Joe, now.”
Joe quickly climbed the stairs as she turned her attention to me. “Sit down in that chair and don’t move Wally.” I quickly did as she told me, but couldn’t resist a peek as she neared the top of the stairs in her short robe.
I heard some serious yelling from Mrs. McFarland, then the slap of the belt. It sounded serious, and it went on for some time, with Joe occasionally crying in protest. I was scared…no doubt…at the thought of what might happen next. But I remember I was also rock hard.
Joe must have gone into the upstairs bathroom because he didn’t come back down the stairs. “Wally, come up here.”
When I entered the bedroom she was seated on the edge of the bed, not more than six or seven feet from the door of the small room. Her legs were crossed and the belt was still in her hand, stretched across her lap. “Do you know that peeping in a window is a serious crime? Do you know that people go to jail for that?”
“Uh…I didn’t know.”
“Do your parents spank you, Wally?”
“Uh…sometimes.”
“Do you want me to call your parents, or take you home, and tell them what you did?”
“No Mam. Please don’t.”
“Then we’ll take care of your punishment right now and then we’ll forget it. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Mam.”
“You know you deserve to be punished, don’t you?”
“Yes, Mam.”
“Pull your shorts down, Wally.”
I didn’t hesitate…and pulled my gym shorts down to my knees. “Pull then down to your ankles.” I did as she said, then straightened up and put my hands across the front of my jockey shorts to hide the bulge. “Put your hands by your side.” Again, I did as she said.
Mrs. McFarland uncrossed her legs and spread them to the width of her shoulders. Her robe hiked up, opened, and I was staring at the red thatch of hair. “Come over here,” she said, in a clear, commanding voice.
I moved forward until I was right in front of her, my eyes riveted between her legs. She reached out and slowly pulled my underpants down. I instinctively covered myself, then she quickly slapped my hand with the belt. “Put your hands by your side.”
Again I did as I was told. My erection stood straight out. I was terribly embarrassed, but …definitely aroused. She stared at my cock for a few moments, then said, “Lay across my lap.”
She parted her legs even more, and I was careful to lower myself so that I didn’t touch her with my erection, positioning it between her thighs. I’ll always remember the smell of alcohol on her breath, the touch of her hand as she gently placed it on my bottom, then the sting of the first blow. There were many more, and they came quickly. The spanking hurt, but there was another, dominant sensation – the hypnotic trance of spiked arousal. After a few minutes Mrs. McFarland stopped. I felt her legs move under me, then close tightly against my cock and balls. I’m sure I gasped. The belt started hitting my bottom again…and again…and then I exploded.
Cum shot everywhere, splattered on my arm, and for an instant I was mortified. But the waves and convulsions of ecstasy were so strong, and mixed with the blows that in my state now felt almost like caresses – I was paralyzed. I lay still across her lap, while she continued to spank me.
I don’t know how long it lasted. I was completely spent, in a sort of dream, spread across her legs. At some point she told me I could get up, and as I stood I quickly came to my senses and yanked my underpants and shorts up. She got and left the room, never looking back as she said, “You can go now. Don’t peek in my window again.”
End of story. My first orgasm with a girl. Well, actually, a forty year-old-woman, lying across her lap while she spanked me. At that impressionable, sexually developmental age, I was already highly turned on by the erotic aspects of discipline. And now…
Hard to Believe
“You’ve got to be kidding.”
“Pull your jeans and panties down and get across my lap. I’m going to give you a good spanking. It’s much more effective than fighting and not speaking to each other for days”
“My God, Rob…you have got to be kidding me.”
I remember the exact words…can see the scene unfold…as
