“Oh god, Dave,” Jill breathed into my ear, “you’re so hard.” Something was troubling her but for now she only wanted sex, she would tell me what it was later on. My cock strained inside her, searching ever deeper into her, seeking out that sweet-spot that would bring us both off in ecstatic unison. My buttocks tightened into a heavy duty hammer as I injected more urgency into my quest, knowing for certain that whatever was bothering my next-door-neighbour would involve her daughter Becky.
It had been two weeks since I last had the pleasure; that is the pleasure of fucking the mother after spanking the daughter over my knee yet again for some childish prank. But Becky was not a child, she was eighteen and although still at school for flunking her final exams she was a young woman, and a fairly attractive young woman at that!
Jill couldn’t handle her; Becky’s father had long bowed out of their lives leaving her to control her single-handed, that was until she enlisted me as a surrogate father. If she wanted to continue living at home she had to accept the rules and breaking them meant a spanking from me!
I looked down into Jill’s beautiful face; her long golden hair smeared across my pillow, the furrowed brow at least a little smoother as I urged my cock onwards. Becky may be pretty but she paled against her mother’s looks. Jill’s nipples danced atop her proud breasts as I neared my peak, my hands down on her hips lifting her bottom from the bed. I came with the ferocity of a high-pressure pump sending my hot cream surging into her. She gripped my back and splayed her legs even wider to accept it then went limp, a low moan coming from her red painted lips. Then it was all over.
“What has she done now?” I asked rolling over onto my back.
“She sent nude photos of herself to her teacher, suggesting they meet up out of school and have sex.”
“A guy teacher presumably?” I ventured.
“Does that make it better?”
“No I suppose not,” I agreed. “Do you think she would have gone with him?”
“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “She’s eighteen and still a virgin as far as I know, she’s ready and willing. Wouldn’t be a problem with someone her own age, but her teacher! He reported it and now she’s about to be suspended. I need you to punish her, Dave.”
The thought of upending the pretty teenager was appealing but probably impractical. “I don’t think a spanking is going to change her raging hormones!”
“No, but she needs boundaries, she could have got that guy into serious trouble, a spanking is what she deserves and a spanking is what she will get. Will you come round after dinner and deal with her?”
Jill had her hand around my wilting weapon and it surged back to attention. “I’ll make it up to you. Tomorrow I’ll wear that school uniform you got for me then you can spank my bottom, just like you will Becky’s tonight. Deal?”
I jerked another load into her hand.
*****
I had left it a bit late and Becky had already gone to her room after her meal, Jill poured me a drink and sat opposite me, crossing her long beautiful legs and giving me a great view up her short skirt. I know I had only fucked her a few hours before but my cock suddenly sprung to life, she was my kind of woman and my cock clearly liked her as well!
“She really needs this spanking,” Jill said swigging at the whisky. “She’s becoming impossible to live with.”
“Do you want me to go up and deal with her in her room?”
“Please Dave,” she said almost begging. “Just promise to be very hard on her, a spanking she will remember for some time. I don’t need to witness it; I should hear her from here if you spank her good.”
“Any ideas what to use, my hand or what?”
“Use her hairbrush, it’s on her dressing table and fairly strong, that should make her squeal.”
“Okay,” I said getting up, “be prepared from some real teenage tantrums. I’ll make sure she sleeps on her stomach tonight.” I hoped the bulge in the front of my jeans was not too obvious as I strode from the room, making my way upstairs to her room. I didn’t knock and went right in.
“Oh God it’s you,” Becky shrieked as I entered her fairly large bedroom. It was the first time I had seen it and represented all forms of pink, even the wallpaper was pink! There was no doubt it was a girls room.
“What are you doing here?” she said drawing her knees up to her breasts, hugging her knees with both hands. She was wearing flannelette pyjamas against the oncoming winter season, pale pink with little red hearts and lips all over them.
“Oh, I think you know the answer to that young lady,” I said sternly.
“You can’t spank me, I won’t let you,” she hissed.
“Right,” I said abjectly, “so I am to tell you mother you are packing, right? You’ll be leaving in the morning? You know that is the only alternative don’t you?”
“So what am I supposed to have done this time?” she said nonchalantly.
“You know full well my girl.”
“Oh, you mean these,” she said chucking her phone towards me, “go on, have a look.”
“I don’t need to see them Becky.”
“But you should, I insist, if you are going to spank me then you should know why.”
I glanced at the little screen, my eyes widening at the sight of the little minx, completely naked and sprawling on her bed, legs wide apart showing everything. It was difficult to stop my cock surging to its extent, she is a pretty girl, no doubt about it and her legs are nearly as good as her mothers and the sight of her pussy was a real turn-on.
“There, now you’ve seen me, seen my everything, so what?”
“You are a very silly girl Becky,” I hissed. “You know the trouble this could have caused your teacher; you are old enough to know better. Why are you so intent of this sort of behavior?”
“Everyone treats me like a little girl, the school, my mates, my mum, even you; you are going to spank me like a little girl after all. I am a woman, over eighteen and ready for sex and I’m still a bloody virgin and it’s really pissing me off.”
“So that’s what this is all about, getting attention?”
“I know you are fucking my mum,” she said in an accusing way.
“I don’t think that is anything to do with this.”
“Why don’t you fuck me instead,” she teased, “I’m only half her age so you must fancy me.”
I was annoyed at her arrogance. “You really are a very silly girl Becky. I am here for one reason only and you know what that is. I’m going to give you ten seconds to get off that bed and bring me that hairbrush or I go and leave you to sort things out with your mum. It’s your choice; you are as you said, a woman over eighteen so I can’t force you.”
Becky didn’t move and just studied her small feet huddled up in front of her, her toes glistening with pink nail polish matching her fingers. I had counted ten but waited a little longer before turning to leave.
“Okay, okay” she suddenly shrieked leaping off the bed. “You win,” she huffed, her long blonde hair flailing behind her in a ponytail.
I moved to the edge of her bed and sat on it as Becky snatched the hairbrush from her dressing table and marched back to my side and handed it to me.
“You sure Becky? You know it will hurt.”
“Yes,” she hissed, “just get it over with.” Without any prompt she fingered the waistband of her pyjama bottoms and dropped them to the floor. “I suppose you want them down,” she snorted. I was stunned, I felt sorry for the girl and was going to spare her that humiliation, a tiny pink lace thong protected her modesty and I found myself staring at the triangle of satin. “Okay, I get it,” she groaned and pulled the little panties down, twanging them around her knees.
I hadn’t expected that! A tiny patch of wispy golden fur nestled beneath the curve of her tummy, pointing invitingly at her virginal slit and my cock lurched into life. The similarities between her and her mum were obvious and for a moment I wanted to plunder her fresh treasures.
“Over my knee Becky,” I ordered, thankful as she sprawled over my lap, concealing my obvious relish at her young beauty. Her bottom jiggled slightly as I positioned her and held her firm with my arm around her tiny waist, a little pink peach adorned in pink. The first slap with the back of her hairbrush put paid to that, pink turning to red almost instantly; I gave her another on the other cheek, now a matching pair.
“Oooooow! .... Oh god, Oooooowch!” she squealed.
I delivered two more and felt her hand clutching my ankle; her bottom bouncing gently against my knee, two more and her other hand came searching for her ever reddening globes. I pinned it to her side and swatted her again, her legs thrashing into action, her tiny feet swaying through the air in tune with each slap of the brush.
Becky’s little bottom was now the colour of claret and her howls would surely assure her mum she was getting her comeuppance, I was getting the added bonus of seeing her glistening entrance pouting provocatively at the top of her thighs. Her young oval love-fruit was ripe and overdue for picking and unfortunately outside my remit, I spanked her a few more times and let her scramble off my knee.
“Oh god Dave,” she squealed at the top of her voice, “that really was very harsh,” she complained, both hands clamped to her bottom whilst doing a little jig for me. The wispy triangle glistened with moisture contorting with the action of her legs, tight together for protection and crossed at her ankles, the little thong strung tightly between them.
She was panting heavily and her face was almost the colour of her bottom. Part of her hair had come away from the scrunchie holding her ponytail and streaked across it making her look very attractive and vulnerable. She made no attempt at pulling up her panties or pyjamas.
In another unexpected move she suddenly sat on my knee, snuggled her head into my chest and began to cry. I stroked her hair gently, wishing I had spanked her on her pyjamas as I had intended and probably not so hard. Looking up at me with tear stained wide eyes I was mesmerized by her tiny fragility then she lunged up and kissed me fully on the lips. The little minx was playing me like a fiddle!
“Have you still not learned anything Becky,” I growled.
“Of course Dave,” she whispered, smiling mischievously. “Now I know the hairbrush hurts like hell, and...” her hand suddenly delved into my groin, “you enjoyed spanking me.”
I pushed her off my lap. “Get into bed young lady; I think we’re done here.”
I stalked out of her room with a hard on like a pole hoping I could reduce it by the time I got back downstairs.
Jill sat nervously on the edge of the sofa. “Is she okay?” I nodded. “I heard her squeals, Dave, sounded like you gave her a really good spanking.”
“She will be sleeping on her tummy tonight,” I assured her. I gulped back the last of the whisky and prepared to leave.
Jill got to her feet and closed the gap between us, embracing me and kissing me goodnight. The feel of her was divine, soft and beautiful, her perfume invading all my senses and my cock surged back to its full extent just as her hand arrived on it, stroking it though my trousers. Instinctively I turned her around, sat on the arm of her sofa and put her over my knee. I just had to spank her and delivered several good swats to the seat of her skirt before letting her up. Her hand went straight back to my cock.
“My god, Dave,” she husked, “you’re as hard as iron.” I felt my face flush with embarrassment. “I can’t let you go home like that,” she sank to her knees and suddenly her fingers had slid down my zip, winding around my erection, pulling it clear.
Jill wasted no time and sheathed my cock in her warm mouth, pinching in her cheeks to tighten her grip on me sending me to heaven as she bobbed gently on it. I spewed my juice in record time and Jill took most of it with only a dribble down her blouse.
As I would find out later, a nosey young pair of eyes had witnessed us through the half open door, returning to her bedroom to bring herself off on the end of that hairbrush handle!
“I’ll come round tomorrow Dave,” she whispered, “Becky’s not the only one who needs a good spanking to keep her in line, my turn next.”
My cock stopped wilting momentarily as she spoke, we kissed again and I left.
*****
I had barely got back home from work when Jill came in, she didn’t knock any more as she was a regular visitor these days.
“Hi gorgeous,” she husked pulling her coat around her tightly.
“Hey sexy,” I cooed, I knew she was hiding something; you don’t need a long coat to go next door! I had a good idea what it was. “I know what you are wearing you little tease,” I grinned. It wasn’t rocket science, her white ankle socks and little t-bar shoes said it all.
She pulled the coat apart to display her cute ‘school uniform’ identical to that her daughter abhorred. Her white blouse stretched provocatively across her pretty breasts, tucked into the tiny red tartan skirt, her school tie loosely knotted and dangling between her assets just like Becky.
“You look like a naughty girl in need of a good spanking.”
She smiled broadly. “I was hoping you would say that,” then delving in her coat pocket she pulled out the hairbrush I had used on her daughter the day before. “Recognise this?”
“I hope you’re not planning on sitting down anytime soon.”
“The only thing I’m planning is sitting on your cock big-boy,” she grinned eying up my ever growing erection now impossible to hide.
“Come here young lady,” I said as sternly as my excitement would allow, leading her by the arm to my chair and pulling her over my lap, her flimsy form pressing lightly against my bulge heightening my feelings as I pulled up her skirt, exposing the seat of her gleaming pure white knickers.
“Ooooow ... ooooowch!” she yelped, kicking up her feet as the first swats of the hairbrush took effect on her derrière. I pulled her pants down and over her shoes then continued with rising enthusiasm, her wriggling actually massaging my straining cock and her shrill squeals just adding to it, god I wanted to fuck her badly. I whacked her fanny a few more times before letting her scramble off my knee and watched as, just like her daughter, she danced with both hands clamped tightly to her rear.
“Jeez Dave,” she husked, almost ripping off her blouse then reaching behind her to unclip her bra. No sooner had she shrugged it off her breasts and she was going down on me, fingering my zip and whizzing my cock out. Jill’s head bobbed into my groin with the speed of a woodpecker, engulfing my entire length now shrink-wrapped in her mouth. It was all I could do not to cum and my balls ached with testosterone, precum leaking painfully from a cock that just wanted to spurt.
I was actually relieved when she stopped and straddled me, my mushroom teasing at her inviting entrance before sliding in, both of us gasping for air like drowning swimmers as my cock found her love-button. I tried to kiss her nipples as they danced freely in front of me but her rhythm was too fast and I ended up slurping at her passing breasts as she rode me like a whore.