They started chatting, sharing their fantasies, and figured out how close together they live, in real life.
They met, for coffee, that led into lunch, then an early dinner, before going their separate ways.
In follow-up chats, she suggested he come over to her house for a quiet dinner.
He readily agreed.
On the appointed evening, he arrived, parked, and walked up the sidewalk to the front door of her house, and he knocked on the door.
She opened the door, wearing a black skin-tight stretch lace dress... mini-dress, really, as short as it was, with modesty black-outs in the appropriate areas, yet the dress was tight enough to make it obvious, there was nothing underneath it, other than the tops of black stay-up stockings, not quite concealed by the bottom hem of the dress.
She invited him in. He entered.
She closed the door, and said, "Stop, and get undressed."
He looked at her in some surprise. "...and put your clothes in that basket."
He stripped down to black bikini briefs and black socks, and paused, looking at her.
She frowned at him, and said, "Keep going..."
He took a deep breath, and peeled off his briefs and socks, and stood, naked.
She barely glanced at his nakedness, although the slightest of smiles appeared on her face, as she said, "Time for a shower. I'm sure you took one before coming over, doesn't matter. Come on."
She led, he followed her, to the bathroom. She showed him how to turn the water on, and said, "Clean towel here. Don't be long, no need to make a major production of it. When you're done and dry, come out to the living room where you'll see me standing."
She stepped out of the room, and he stepped into the shower, got wet, found body soap to use, lathered up, then rinsed off, turned off the water, and stepped out, grabbed the towel, and rubbed himself dry.
He walked out of the bathroom, and into the living room, on up to where she stood, leaning against the back of the couch.
He approached her, and she reached out and up, and with her left hand at the back of his neck, and her right hand at the small of his back, urged him into bending over the back of the couch.
"Hands flat on the cushions," she said.
He put 'em there, and saw to his left, a small wood paddle, with holes drilled in it, throughout the largest surface.
She picked up the paddle, stood at his left side, wrapped her left arm around his waist, and began whacking his buttocks with the paddle, hitting alternate cheeks with each whack, and whacking on down to the sit spots and back up again, landing some fifty smacks on each side, as he moaned, and grunted, and danced a bit.
"Don't move..." she said, as she walked around to the front of the couch, kicked off her shoes, stepped up onto the couch, and moved her crotch in, close to his face, and pulled up her skirt, exposing the bare flesh above the stocking tops, and clean-shaven mound. She spread her legs some, and crouched, then put her hands to the back of his head, and pulled his head, his mouth in, close to her open lips, and he began licking, like a thirsty dog on a hot day, pushing his tongue in, and out, darting like a hummingbird, dabbing at the bud of her clitoris, as she moaned aloud.
She uttered one long, loud OHHHHHHHHHh and carefully stepped back and off the couch. She stood with her eyes closed, catching her breath, coyly put the hem of her dress down, and said, "Okay...so, follow me to the kitchen."
In the kitchen, she checked on the pork ribs in the oven, and the rice in one pan on the range top, the mixed vegetables in another pan, the garlic bread in the toaster oven, while telling him to get plates and silverware out of the cupboards and put them on the table.
She produced a bottle of red wine, and handed it to him to open, which he did, while she found wine glasses, to put on the table.
As they became ready, she started putting the items into serving dishes, and he put them on the table, until everything was set.
"Come on," she said, and she led him to the chair at which he would be sitting. "Bend over the back, hands on the chair."
He did, and she used the same paddle to apply another fifty smacks to each buttock.
She stopped, and said, "Okay, sit down," and she went to her chair and sat down.
They helped themselves to food and wine, and once settled, she asked, "So...enjoying yourself so far?"
He blushed, and wiggled, and said carefully, "Immensely."
"Good...so am I. So, how did you become a spanko?"
That question created enough conversation to take them all the way through dinner.
Together, they cleared the table, and filled up the dishwasher, and activated it.
She said to him, with a grin starting on her face, "So, join me on the couch, the sitting side of it."
They went to the couch and sat closely together, with him on her right side.
She leaned in with her face to his, and kissed him on the mouth.
While doing so, her left hand went to his crotch, stroking his penis, bringing it to nearly immediate attention.
She broke the long kiss, and he leaned back, with eyes closed, gasping for breath.
"Oh OHHHH ohhh ohhhh ohhh...."
She went down with her head, and her mouth went onto his penis, and sucked it all in, and she bobbed in and out on it, while her left hand stroked his balls, and pushed on his taint...
And he moaned, "I'm soooo close... do you want me to........."
"Mmm hmmm," she said, her mouth still on his penis.
He groaned loud, and started shuddering, and his ejaculation started, into her mouth, and she continued sucking as his penis spurt.
He groaned softly once he was spent, and she stopped, and sat up, wiping her lips with the back of her forearm and wrist.
She reached under a couch cushion and pulled out a bamboo-handle hair brush, and held it in her right hand.
She patted her lap with her left hand, and said, "Get down here."
His mouth opened, as if to protest, then it closed, and he bent over, extending his torso over her lap, such that his head was on the couch on her left side, his legs were extended out on her right side.
She started with slow, hard, deliberate slaps of the hair brush to his buttocks, alternating cheeks, twenty on each, as he moaned and grunted, then she switched to fast slaps, two on one cheek, two on the other, forty slaps on each side, and stopped to catch her breath, while he panted and moaned softly, and then she said softly but firmly, "Now then...." and she began slowly landing HARD smacks of the brush to alternating cheeks, sit spots, and upper thighs, and he began sobbing, softly at first, then louder, while sniffling, "Oh pleease...ohh owchhhh please...oh...oh...."
A..n..d she stopped.
He sobbed, a few minutes more, while her right hand roamed the mass of reddened flesh that was his bottom.
"Stand up...in front of me," she said quietly.
Slowly, he did. His crotch was level with her face, and she sucked his limp penis into her mouth, licking it gently while still inside.
Some blood flow was evidently coming to the organ.
She pulled her mouth away, and said, "Waddya say, we go in the bedroom, and you lick my pussy until this thing is ready to fuck me?"
"Uhhhh YEAH."
She stood up, and led him into the bedroom, and pulled her dress up and over her head and off, as she walked. Wearing only black stay-ups, she flopped on the bed, on her back, and spread her legs, and nodded at him with a come-hither.
He got on the bed, kneeling between her spread legs, and mouth went to her crotch, and he licked her innermost thighs, onto the labia major, the labia minor, and closer to the clitoris, and directly on the clitoris, as she shuddered and moaned, and gasped aloud, "PLeeeeease tell me you're ready...."
"Mmm...' he said, moving up, and onto her, weight on knees and elbows and hands, and she reached down to guide his hard penis into her wet cunt, and with a single thrust, it was all the way in, and she groaned again.
He pulled out, and pushed in, out and in, as she gasped, "Oh oh ohhh oh... so wet ... so hard....oh OHHH pleeeeese... go deep...oh....fuck me hard, so hard...OHHHH.... gaaaaahhh... "
He stopped, and held her still, just to look into her eyes for a moment, and look at her smile... and, remembering what she said earlier, on the couch, he said, "Now then..." and he began thrusting, and withdrawing, long hard strokes, increasing speed, as she moaned, louder, until he started moaning, and shaking, and then stopped, just holding onto her tightly, as he felt his own orgasm and the contractions of his penis, spurting within her.
And he caught his breath, and asked, "Shall I continue...?"
She smiled broadly, and said, "Nooooo, I'm good, really...."
He rolled off of her, and stayed on his right side, up against her as she lay flat.
"MMM...how's your bottom?"
"Hurts."
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"A very good thing."
"Mmm... there's peanut butter-and-chocolate pie in the refrigerator.
And quite a few paddles and straps in my toy box that I'd love to use. How about coffee and pie, and then.... "
"Yeahhhhhhh...."
"Don't move..." she said, as she walked around to the front of the couch, kicked off her shoes, stepped up onto the couch, and moved her crotch in, close to his face, and pulled up her skirt, exposing the bare flesh above the stocking tops, and clean-shaven mound. She spread her legs some, and crouched, then put her hands to the back of his head, and pulled his head, his mouth in, close to her open lips, and he began licking, like a thirsty dog on a hot day, pushing his tongue in, and out, darting like a hummingbird, dabbing at the bud of her clitoris, as she moaned aloud.
She uttered one long, loud OHHHHHHHHHh and carefully stepped back and off the couch. She stood with her eyes closed, catching her breath, coyly put the hem of her dress down, and said, "Okay...so, follow me to the kitchen."
In the kitchen, she checked on the pork ribs in the oven, and the rice in one pan on the range top, the mixed vegetables in another pan, the garlic bread in the toaster oven, while telling him to get plates and silverware out of the cupboards and put them on the table.
She produced a bottle of red wine, and handed it to him to open, which he did, while she found wine glasses, to put on the table.
As they became ready, she started putting the items into serving dishes, and he put them on the table, until everything was set.
"Come on," she said, and she led him to the chair at which he would be sitting. "Bend over the back, hands on the chair."
He did, and she used the same paddle to apply another fifty smacks to each buttock.
She stopped, and said, "Okay, sit down," and she went to her chair and sat down.
They helped themselves to food and wine, and once settled, she asked, "So...enjoying yourself so far?"
He blushed, and wiggled, and said carefully, "Immensely."
"Good...so am I. So, how did you become a spanko?"
That question created enough conversation to take them all the way through dinner.
Together, they cleared the table, and filled up the dishwasher, and activated it.
She said to him, with a grin starting on her face, "So, join me on the couch, the sitting side of it."
They went to the couch and sat closely together, with him on her right side.
She leaned in with her face to his, and kissed him on the mouth.
While doing so, her left hand went to his crotch, stroking his penis, bringing it to nearly immediate attention.
She broke the long kiss, and he leaned back, with eyes closed, gasping for breath.
"Oh OHHHH ohhh ohhhh ohhh...."
She went down with her head, and her mouth went onto his penis, and sucked it all in, and she bobbed in and out on it, while her left hand stroked his balls, and pushed on his taint...
And he moaned, "I'm soooo close... do you want me to........."
"Mmm hmmm," she said, her mouth still on his penis.
He groaned loud, and started shuddering, and his ejaculation started, into her mouth, and she continued sucking as his penis spurt.
He groaned softly once he was spent, and she stopped, and sat up, wiping her lips with the back of her forearm and wrist.
She reached under a couch cushion and pulled out a bamboo-handle hair brush, and held it in her right hand.
She patted her lap with her left hand, and said, "Get down here."
His mouth opened, as if to protest, then it closed, and he bent over, extending his torso over her lap, such that his head was on the couch on her left side, his legs were extended out on her right side.
She started with slow, hard, deliberate slaps of the hair brush to his buttocks, alternating cheeks, twenty on each, as he moaned and grunted, then she switched to fast slaps, two on one cheek, two on the other, forty slaps on each side, and stopped to catch her breath, while he panted and moaned softly, and then she said softly but firmly, "Now then...." and she began slowly landing HARD smacks of the brush to alternating cheeks, sit spots, and upper thighs, and he began sobbing, softly at first, then louder, while sniffling, "Oh pleease...ohh owchhhh please...oh...oh...."
A..n..d she stopped.
He sobbed, a few minutes more, while her right hand roamed the mass of reddened flesh that was his bottom.
"Stand up...in front of me," she said quietly.
Slowly, he did. His crotch was level with her face, and she sucked his limp penis into her mouth, licking it gently while still inside.
Some blood flow was evidently coming to the organ.
She pulled her mouth away, and said, "Waddya say, we go in the bedroom, and you lick my pussy until this thing is ready to fuck me?"
"Uhhhh YEAH."
She stood up, and led him into the bedroom, and pulled her dress up and over her head and off, as she walked. Wearing only black stay-ups, she flopped on the bed, on her back, and spread her legs, and nodded at him with a come-hither.
He got on the bed, kneeling between her spread legs, and mouth went to her crotch, and he licked her innermost thighs, onto the labia major, the labia minor, and closer to the clitoris, and directly on the clitoris, as she shuddered and moaned, and gasped aloud, "PLeeeeease tell me you're ready...."
"Mmm...' he said, moving up, and onto her, weight on knees and elbows and hands, and she reached down to guide his hard penis into her wet cunt, and with a single thrust, it was all the way in, and she groaned again.
He pulled out, and pushed in, out and in, as she gasped, "Oh oh ohhh oh... so wet ... so hard....oh OHHH pleeeeese... go deep...oh....fuck me hard, so hard...OHHHH.... gaaaaahhh... "
He stopped, and held her still, just to look into her eyes for a moment, and look at her smile... and, remembering what she said earlier, on the couch, he said, "Now then..." and he began thrusting, and withdrawing, long hard strokes, increasing speed, as she moaned, louder, until he started moaning, and shaking, and then stopped, just holding onto her tightly, as he felt his own orgasm and the contractions of his penis, spurting within her.
And he caught his breath, and asked, "Shall I continue...?"
She smiled broadly, and said, "Nooooo, I'm good, really...."
He rolled off of her, and stayed on his right side, up against her as she lay flat.
"MMM...how's your bottom?"
"Hurts."
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"
"A very good thing."
"Mmm... there's peanut butter-and-chocolate pie in the refrigerator.
And quite a few paddles and straps in my toy box that I'd love to use. How about coffee and pie, and then.... "
"Yeahhhhhhh...."
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