It was the nineteen eighties. Mark was twenty-four and was three years into his first professional job in computing. In those days, everyone in computing wore a dark suit with a white shirt and tie.
Mark shared a house with two other, similar, graduates. One was a recently qualified history teacher, and the other a trainee chartered accountant. They were enjoying life and, after years of student poverty, they were now earning a decent salary. They had no dependants, and their monthly outgoings were a small fraction of their ever-increasing salary.
They didn’t plan their meals ahead. Frequently, they would just eat out in restaurants, or get a takeaway, rather than cook food. If Mark did decide to cook food, he would have to visit the local Safeway’s to buy the ingredients for his dinner.
Mark was an extrovert and was happy to chat with pretty much anyone. At the supermarket, he had a favourite checkout assistant called Betty. She was cheerful and chatty, and they got on well together. Although she was clearly ten years older than Mark, nevertheless he found her attractive. Whenever it came to joining a checkout queue, Mark would always look for Betty and choose her till.
She noticed that Mark was always in her queue, and she looked forward to seeing him. They would chat and banter every time she served him. Betty would comment on what he was buying for his tea. She would scold him about how unhealthy it was. Something about how she spoke to him, turned Mark on. She was married with kids, and clearly older than Mark, but somehow they just clicked. Neither knew each other’s name, but that didn’t matter. Mark fancied Betty, and Betty fancied Mark.
Betty loved having this well-spoken, young professional man showing interest in her. Her colleagues noticed that Mark always chose Betty’s till. They were a little jealous of the attention she was getting. They would tease her that her posh toy boy was waiting to see her again.
Betty noticed that Mark always had a pager clipped to his belt. She wondered if he was a doctor, but he dressed more formally than any doctor she had seen. He wore an expensive suit, fine cotton shirts and beautiful silk ties. The clothes he was causally wearing to work obviously cost more than she earned in a month. What work could such a young man do that was so important that they would need him to respond immediately? She became fascinated by him.
Betty had an ample bust and, as it came time for Mark to arrive, she would undo a few buttons to show her cleavage. Mark loved Betty’s bosom, and always sneaked a look. When she caught him peeping, she would refer to him as her naughty young man. Whenever she used the word “naughty,” something stirred in Mark, and he secretly imagined himself being bent over her lap, being spanked.
If Mark hadn’t visited for a while, Betty would say, “I wondered where you’ve been, up to no good, I’m sure.”
Often Mark would say that he had been working away in London or Edinburgh for a few days. Betty couldn’t help but wonder what on earth he did.
Sometimes Mark would explain that he had been eating out or whatever. Betty would scold him about saving his money and eating properly. Mark would just smile and cheekily say something like, “Yes, Mum.”
One day, after such an exchange, Betty said, “Oh, you are a cheeky young man. I’m not that old, I should smack your legs for you.”
This really turned Mark on, and he replied, “Emm, I think I might like that.”
They made eye contact, and Betty said, “You’re really naughty, I should give you a good spanking.”
Mark boldly said, “Yes please, would you like to go out? What’s your number?”
Betty whispered, “No, no, I’m a married woman--it’s too risky, you give me your number.”
Mark’s company provided him with business cards to give to customers. He kept a few with his home address and number written on in his top pocket. He gave one to Betty saying, “Use my home number, it’s written on the back.”
Mark watched fascinated as Betty slipped the card in between her breast and her bra. He had never seen a woman use her bra to store something before. They looked at each other, and Betty smiled, saying, “I will keep it there, it will remind me to call you later.”
As soon as she had the chance, Betty took out the card and read it. It seemed that her naughty young man worked for a well-known multinational computer company and was a Systems Programmer.
Later, after Betty had cooked, eaten with the family and put the kids to bed, she rang. Mark quickly answered. Betty recognised his voice and immediately started scolding him, “Well, Mark, you are a naughty boy, aren’t you? Asking a nice married lady out on a date. I can’t be seen with you in a pub or a restaurant. How about I come around to your place, and we see where it goes from there.”
Mark didn’t know her name, so just said, “Yes, Miss, that sounds great.”
Betty replied, “It’s a long time since anyone called me Miss. Everyone calls me Betty, but I do like the sound if it. Anyway, I sometimes go out to the bingo on a Thursday. How about I come around to yours at seven-thirty on Thursday and give you a good spanking?”
Mark replied, “Yes, Miss, that sounds great. Would you like to join me for supper?”
Betty said, “Don’t be silly, don’t you know anything? I will have to cook and have tea with my family before I go out for bingo. I will expect you to be dressed in your suit. It really turns me on!”
Mark didn’t know anything about bingo, or women like Betty. All his experience was with polite, middle-class ladies like his mother, and fellow students from university. They didn’t store things in their bra and wouldn’t dream of going to a bingo hall. He was beginning to wonder if this was a good idea. This confident, working-class woman was clearly going to eat him for breakfast. He found that prospect rather exciting.
Mark told his housemates he had a date with the lady from the supermarket and she would be coming around on Thursday. They were amused but agreed to be out for the evening to give him some space. On Thursday he worked late, arriving home thirty minutes before the agreed time. He would usually change as soon as he returned home, hanging up his jacket and trousers. It was strange sitting in the lounge in his suit, it felt like he was nervously waiting for an appointment with the headmaster. As time went by, his nervousness and excitement grew.
By the time the doorbell went, he was far from his usual confident self. Mark answered the door and was somewhat awestruck by Betty. She looked magnificent, a busty blouse presented her ample bosom for his immediate attention. Betty had a knee-length skirt and her legs looked fantastic in sheer stockings. Mark just stood there, admiring the view, then said, “Betty, you look beautiful.”
Betty was obviously pleased by this compliment, but said, “Well, are we going to stand here all day, or can I come in?”
Mark apologised and showed Betty into the living room, but then noticed she was carrying a postal tube. He asked what was in the tube. Betty laughed, saying, “You are clueless, aren’t you? You will soon find out.”
Betty stood back and admired Mark in his suit, saying, “You do look lovely in that suit. I love a man in a nice suit.”
She circled him, feeling the fine cloth. Betty told him to take off his jacket. She watched as he removed it and hung it on a proper coat hanger. She said, “I love the way you hang it up properly.”
Betty felt the fine cotton shirt Mark was wearing and then his silk tie. She said, “I like the way you always wear a white shirt and a nice tie, that’s properly tied. Anyway, I can’t wait to get you over my knee for a spanking, so let’s go up to your room. Lead the way, young man.”
Mark went upstairs, followed by Betty. She couldn’t resist smacking his bottom a few times as she followed him up the stairs.
They entered Mark’s room. It was a large bedroom, with a double bed, a desk and chair, etc. Betty took the straight-backed chair from the under the desk, turned it around, and sat on it. Mark looked down at Betty’s cleavage enjoying the view. Betty said, “That’s enough looking down my blouse, you naughty boy, strip down to your pants and then put your hands on your head.”
Mark removed his tie, smoothed the silk, carefully rolled it up and put it in a drawer. Next came his shirt, which was thrown into the washing basket. He sat on the bed and removed his socks, before standing and taking off his trousers. He carefully folded them, clipped them to a hanger, and hung them up. He then stood in front of Betty.
Betty put her hands on Mark’s hips and turned him around, so he was side on to her. With her left hand, she touched the front of his pants, feeling up his penis and balls. With her right hand, she smacked the back of Mark’s legs and said, “I told you to put your hands on your head, you are a naughty boy.”
Mark quickly put his hands on his head. It was so exciting standing there like a naughty boy being touched up and spanked at the same time. Mark squirmed around. Betty’s groping quickly gave him an erection. The continued spanking of his legs had him hopping about as his legs stung like crazy. Betty certainly knew how to smack a boy’s legs.
Betty stopped spanking and then turned Mark around to face her. Mark’s penis was now fully erect. Betty scraped her fingernails across his pants, stimulating his balls and penis. Her other hand was stroking and pinching his nipples. She pulled down his pants and took them off him. Mark’s penis stood to attention. Betty said, “That’s lovely, is it for me? Maybe later, after you’ve had a good spanking.”
Betty pulled up her skirt, revealing her lovely legs. She was wearing stockings, and Mark’s eyes were drawn to her bare thighs above her stockings, and the little triangle of her white panties. She looked fantastic, and seeing a glimpse of her panties ignited his libido. Mark's first thought was to get between her legs and explore with his fingers and tongue. He knelt in front of her, and gently placed his hands on her knees to separate her legs. Betty was tempted, but scolded him, saying, “Where do think you’re going, young man? You need a good spanking first. Get up and bend over my knees.”
Mark got up and awkwardly went over Betty’s lap. Betty told him to lift up and adjusted his position, so his penis was squeezed between her thighs. Mark loved the stimulation of his penis, rubbing against Betty’s silky stockings. Betty loved how she now had Mark submissively over her lap. She started just feeling and then spanking his bottom.
Betty started gently warming his bottom with a “base coat” of spanks. She gradually increased the frequency and strength of the smacks until she was spanking with full force. Mark’s bottom quickly went from rosy pink to red, as he squirmed on her lap. He was becoming more and more excited as he bounced up and down on Betty’s lap, with his penis pushing between her thighs.
Betty knew all about how excited naughty boys get when their penis is between her thighs, so she was watching for the signs and stopped before Mark ejaculated. She said, “I know what you naughty boys are like, you aren’t allowed to come yet.”
Mark lay over Betty’s lap, exhausted from the spanking. Betty spread her legs a little and pushed Mark’s thighs apart. Her hand dipped between his legs, feeling his testicles and penis. She rubbed her hand along his penis, bringing Mark closer and closer to coming. Betty gently masturbated him, collecting his pre-cum on her fingers.
Again, just before Mark came, Betty stopped. She waited as Mark came down. As he was coming down, she rubbed her finger, sticky with his pre-cum, over and around his anus. Betty’s experience was teaching Mark a thing or two about the advantages of an older woman. No woman is own age had played him like this.
Without warning, Betty smacked her hand down with full force on the back of Mark’s leg. He squealed in anguish. Betty smiled to herself, she closed her thighs around his penis, and began roasting the back of Mark’s legs with vengeance. Once the backs of his legs were bright red, Betty spread his legs apart and smacked the insides of his thighs.
By the time Betty’s hand was too sore to continue, Mark was right on the cusp of bursting out crying. He had never been spanked so hard in his life. Strangely, the heat from his legs had spread to his groin, like never before. All the bouncing up and down on Betty’s lap had stimulated his penis between her thighs. Mark was yet again on the verge of coming when Betty stopped.
