After another surprise visit by his favorite neighbor, Max gave Heather the combination to the back door lock. That time, she was completely naked, lying in his bed with a beautiful smile on her beautiful face. Grubby from working outside, she followed him into the shower and bathed his entire body for him, giving special attention to his seemingly always-erect cock. He returned the favor with a tongue bath between her legs.
She loved the look on his face when he’d discover her in various positions and states of dress. Greeting him at the door in nothing but panties, naked in the shower already, or dressed as a naughty schoolgirl sitting at his desk, his face was always a picture of appreciation mixed with lust.
Between planned and surprise rendezvous, they were together once or twice a week, and she no longer cared that her husband was the opposite of Max. Jason would return from his business travel each week with barely a ‘Hello’ and often a scowl after a tough trip. She used to wish he’d take her right to bed and fuck her brains out when he came home on Friday, but those fantasies had faded, and even their regular Saturday night sex had become just that, regular.
With Max, though, it was all sex, all the time, every time, nothing but sex, and yet she got much more. Not caring that they barely knew each other, they accepted that anything else was unattainable, so just giving to each other was the whole point; to lick, suck and fuck each other into oblivion.
One early evening romp in the bedroom was energetic, to say the least. There was nothing gentle about it as they kept each other in a near-constant state of orgasm, with loud exclamations of lust and satisfaction. Finally taking a rest, Heather lay back against his chest with his arms around her squeezing her tits playfully and occasionally taking her temperature between her legs.
When the doorbell rang, he looked at her, wordlessly asking if he should ignore it, given their blissful state. She looked back with a small smile and nodded, which he took as ‘Go ahead,’ so he put on his boxers and a robe and headed for the foyer.
He couldn’t tell who it was through the art glass of the door, so he opened it to see Kara, another of his neighbors.
“Oh! Hi, Kara! How nice to see you!” he said only half sincerely.
She was quite attractive, and Max could imagine any number of fantasies, but at the moment, he wanted to get back to Heather in the worst way.
“Hi, Max! I’m glad I found you home. I came for those HOA papers we were discussing. Is now a good time?”
No, it wasn’t, but ever the gentleman, he headed for his office just next to the foyer to retrieve the documents they’d discussed via email. Opening the filing cabinet, he heard the door close and saw Kara standing there, having invited herself in.
“You have a lovely home,” she said just being polite as she couldn’t really see much of it from the foyer.
“Here they are,” he said, handing her the needed files.
“Thank you! This will be very helpful in writing the new bylaws,” she replied, reminding him that the neighborhood had solicited free law services from her for this task.
She was about to turn for the door when Heather appeared in nothing but a tight T-shirt with erect nipples poking through and the boy-short panties he loved.
“Oh, hi. I didn’t expect to see you, Kara,” she said, giving Max a guilty look.
“Hello, Heather. Well, aren’t you the naughty little girl!”
Max was speechless, feeling ‘caught,’ but Kara surprised him with her reaction.
“What happens when you’re naughty, Heather?”
“Please, Miss? Not here?” Heather pled.
“Oh, yes! Right here and right now! Answer my question! What happens?” she challenged.
“I get punished, Miss,” she said in that little-girl voice Max loved. Her eyes darted back and forth between Max and Kara.
“Heather! You know what I’m expecting!” she commanded, handing the files back to Max and advancing on Heather.
“I get spanked, Miss.”
“A complete answer, Heather! Please!”
“Ohhh! You put me over your knee, pull my panties down, and spank me on my bare hiney, Miss!”
“Finally!” she said, and looking at Max, she asked, “May we move to another room?”
“Oh. Um. Okay,” he replied, too stunned to object, but she was already dragging Heather by the arm into his living room.
He followed right behind and was still incredulous when Kara sat on his sofa, pulling Heather over her lap. Wasting not a second, he watched with rapt attention as she pulled the tight panties down, leaving them at mid-thigh, and placed her hand on the lower half of both cheeks.
“Do you have something to say?” she asked Heather.
“I’m sorry I was naughty, Miss. Please spank me!” she replied, looking at Max with a bitten lower lip and then a grimace as the spanking began.
“Heather, are you alri …” he started, belatedly coming to her defense, but shook his head in further disbelief when she looked at him, winked, and smiled from Kara’s lap, the spanking continuing nonstop. Understanding finally dawning on him, he sat down to watch.
Unlike the playful spankings he’d given her, Kara spanked continuously at a steady pace and intensity. Only the target changed as she spread them around liberally, paying more attention to her lower cheeks than other areas. Shocked at how long it had gone on already, he started counting but stopped at a hundred.
So enthralled was he that he didn’t even hear the dialog as Kara’s scolding drew only pleas for leniency and frequent yelps of pain. He was about to get up when he noticed the tent in his boxers and sat back down, not wanting to reveal his arousal at Heather’s misfortune.
It wasn’t really misfortune, though, as it was quite apparent that Heather was enjoying this sort of spanking. She often lifted her hips, inviting Kara’s punishing hand to do its worst, and if that weren’t enough evidence, she frequently looked at Max with a delirious half grimace, half smile that told him she couldn’t get enough.
The sight of his beautiful Heather in this submissive position had him wondering what it was like, and he was startled to find himself wondering if he’d like it, too. His wife had been so set against anything remotely related to spanking that it never occurred to him to consider a reverse role. Now that it had entered his mind, he couldn’t let it go, and his eyes focused on that feature that had first attracted his attention: Heather’s beautiful bottom.
He loved how her cheeks rippled with each spank and settled as the other side was getting its due. He loved the sight of her bent over Kara’s knee with her hands on the floor and her legs kicking in protest. More than that, though, he loved Heather’s reaction to the spanking as she squirmed and wriggled, gasped and groaned, and begged for it to stop despite an obvious desire for more. All of which had him imagining himself doing all those things as Kara spanked him.
So lost in his fantasy, he didn’t notice the spanking had stopped until Kara spoke. Waking from his reverie, he saw her rubbing, no caressing Heather’s bright red cheeks, but didn’t initially hear what she was saying until …
“… not done yet, Heather. Where’s your hairbrush?”
“In my bag, Miss!” Heather replied, staying put.
“Well? Get it for me!” Kara ordered as though she shouldn’t have to.
Heather got up and went to her bag at the other end of the sectional sofa. After searching with her fingers, she withdrew a large wooden hairbrush with an oval head and stiff bristles. Moving quickly back to Kara, she handed her the brush and was about to assume her prior position.
“Take that shirt off!” Kara ordered, and in seconds, the T-shirt lay on the floor next to the panties that had fallen off.
Breasts bouncing beautifully, she got back in position quickly as though she couldn’t wait to feel the hairbrush on her red bottom and looked at Max with a smile that confirmed it.
“Forty, Heather! Twenty on each cheek!” Kara sentenced.
“Yes, Miss!” Heather replied, raising her bottom in invitation. “Yeow!” she yelped with the first swat, and more cries of pain followed as all twenty hard swats fell on the same spot on one cheek.
Max grimaced in sympathetic pain but again wondered what the brush would feel like on his bottom. The combination of the brush and Heather’s bouncing tits added another dimension to the scene, and his mind shifted back and forth between arousal from watching and thoughts of getting spanked himself. The second twenty with the hairbrush only amplified both feelings, but he was now disappointed it was over. He watched as Heather reached back to rub her sore bottom, trying to imagine what that would feel like.