After catching my wife cheating (that is for another story) and subsequently getting divorced in my early thirties, life became quite interesting. To put it mildly, it turned upside down and I was a very willing participant.

Up to that point, I had always done everything expected of me. No more. No less. I was a model student in High School, got accepted into a prestigious University, Double-Majored, and married at twenty-one. Then came a good job and a child. I thought I was happy and that was all there was in life.

After a bitter divorce, my worldview was dramatically altered and I was ready to shake things up. Simply put, I wanted to experience life in a way that I never had. I didn't want to be the good boy anymore. I especially didn't want commitment. I wanted sex and lots of it with as many different people as I could manage, and I did. It really wasn't very hard. I found women in their late thirties - early forties easy targets.

On first approach, women this age (mostly divorcees) were all the same in saying they weren't looking for anything complicated, which was music to my horny ears. At one point, I was "dating" and fucking four different women at the same time. I put a lot of notches on my belt during this time.

But this story isn't about those escapades. It is about the one that caught me completely unexpectedly and changed my life in many unexpected ways.

After my divorce, I moved to a mountain resort that had little cabins spread throughout a gated community. It was a beautiful and scenic place to live. In the cabin next to mine, about 100 yards away, lived a lady named Victoria. I estimated that she was in her late fifties - early sixties. I was thirty-two at the time.

For the record, I have to state that in the beginning, I had never thought of her in a sexual way. Without even really thinking about it, I "knew" she was too old for me. I had no idea how wrong I was!

I don't ever remember being formally introduced, but I remember first waving to her when I was building some stone walls around my house. She seemed very private and I don't remember anybody ever visiting her. I might have run into her a time or two at a community mixer, but that was about it.

One day when I was working shirtless up on a ladder, cleaning my gutters, I heard a "Hello".

Looking down, I saw that it was Victoria, standing there in a short-cut white summer blouse that emphasized her very large "old woman" boobs.

"Sorry to bother, but I was wondering if I might hire you to clean my gutters," she said, looking up at me.

I thought a moment. "Absolutely not. But, I would be glad to do it for free."

After all, neighbors have to help neighbors, don't they?

She laughed and replied, "There is no way I can let you do it for free. But I do need it done. It just seems impossible to get anyone to come work these days."

I nodded in acknowledgment. "I know what you mean. I have been waiting on a plumber for weeks. I tell you what, as soon as I get done here I will bring my ladder over and get that done."

"I would be so appreciative," she said with a small smile.

"No problem, see you in a bit," I replied.

"Thank you," and with that, she turned and walked back thru the woods to her cabin.

About forty-five minutes later I had finished all the little tasks that I wanted to accomplish around my place. I strapped my ladder to my truck and drove the short distance over to her cabin. She met me at the door and reiterated how happy she was that I was willing to help her out.

"No problem. Glad to do it".

And with that, I quickly got set up and went to work. After all, I had a date that night and didn't want to be late.

About thirty minutes later I was done, and loading the ladder back on my truck.

I knocked on her screen door to tell her that I was heading out. She met me there and tried to press a fifty-dollar bill in my hand, but I refused to take it.

"No, no, no!" I said. "Neighbors have to help neighbors."

"This isn't right," she said, "I can't allow you to do it for free. At the least let me cook you dinner."

As somebody who didn't enjoy cooking, I was excited about a free meal.

"That would be great," I replied.

"Excellent. What about tonight?" she suggested.

I thought for a second, "Oh, I wish I could, but unfortunately, I have plans."

She raised an eyebrow.

I chuckled, "Ok, it's a hot date, but I didn't want to sound like I was bragging."

That made her laugh. "I have noticed that you seem to have a revolving door over there the last couple of months."

Now slightly embarrassed and blushing, I wasn't quite sure what to say. I had no idea that my actions had been on anybody's radar. Knowing that somebody had been watching me, slightly creeped me out and made me feel a little bit guilty.

"Oh, I'm just teasing!" she laughed, "It's not like I am your Mother and am going to spank you for being a bad boy. Unless you are a bad boy and think you need it?"

Now I was really embarrassed.

I tried to cover it up with laughter as I climbed into my truck.

She leaned into the passenger window and said, "Seriously, I really appreciate you coming over and helping me out. Let's plan on you coming over next Saturday night and I will cook for you then."

Without giving me a chance to agree, she turned and went back inside.

I was beginning to understand that Victoria wasn't a person who was used to being disagreed with.

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CHAPTER TWO

The next week quickly passed. My 9-5 job was crazy busy, so every day I left home early and got home late. I didn't see or hear from Victoria all week. Nor did I expect to.

On Friday night, I had a date with a co-worker and we ended up back at my cabin, where we fucked like animals throughout the night. Teena liked to be dominated and I was happy to indulge, but when morning came, she had to get up and leave early to pick up her kid. Even though it was fun, I can't say that I was terribly disappointed to see her go. Her endless chatter tended to get on my nerves. But the sex was good.

Around 10 am I was sitting outside on my deck, sipping strong Irish tea and listening to the birds singing. I was more than half asleep and totally relaxed.

"Hello, Sleepyhead!"

Totally startled, my eyes snapped open and I sat up straight in my lounge chair. My neighbor Victoria was standing just off my deck, with a basket in her hands.

"Good Morning," I stammered.

"I was just out for my morning walk, looking for some fresh Morels and I wanted to make sure you remembered our dinner tonight," she replied.

"Yes, Ma'am, I sure did."

"Yes Ma'am? Ooooo, I like that. Somebody has taught you some manners," she said, looking me straight in the eye.

She continued, "I expect to see you at 7 sharp. Sound good?"

Without waiting for me to nod, she walked around the house and disappeared into the woods.

I don't know why, but this short exchange left me feeling a little bit guilty. I got to wondering if she had watched Teena leave earlier and what she thought about me and the various women that came and went from my cabin. Victoria had acknowledged the previous week that I seemed to have a "revolving door," which at the time had made me feel a little bit ashamed, like the life I was living was "bad."

Unfortunately, this was still a point in my life that I cared about what other people thought about me.

At any rate, I laid in the sun a bit longer, before getting up and going in for a shower.

The day slowly passed. I watched a little TV and puttered about, doing some laundry, washing a few dishes, and generally being lazy.

Soon, evening had come and it was time to walk over to Victoria's. I grabbed a bottle of wine off my wine rack and headed out the door.

When I knocked on her door I heard a cheery "Come in."

As I entered, I could see Victoria, who was wearing a pretty blue sundress, working over the stove.

"I am just finishing up things. Why don't you open that bottle of wine and pour us a couple of glasses."

I saw a corkscrew on the counter and a couple of long-stemmed glasses, so I happily obliged. While making small talk, I wandered over and sat on the couch, watching Victoria move about the kitchen. As I sat there, I looked at her in a way that I had never done before. Yes, she was not young, at least twenty-plus years older than me. No, she was not skinny, but she wasn't fat by any means. She had very large breasts that were slightly sagging but they were not unattractive from what I could see. I bet she had been truly pretty when she was younger. Now she just looked like a "Mom." For the first time in my life, I thought, "Is that a bad thing?"

Dinner was a delicious seafood pasta. As we ate, Victoria asked me a lot of questions about myself, but I noticed that she didn't offer many details about her own life.

As we finished, I realized that evening had fallen and it was getting dark. Through the open cabin windows, we could hear the crickets serenading the night. I figured it was time to go.

"I really appreciate you cooking me this incredible meal, but I don't want to overstay my welcome," I said as I arose and carried my empty plate to the sink.

Noticing with a grin what I had just done, she said, "Nonsense. Pour another glass of wine and have a seat on the sofa while I finish up."

Feeling slightly awkward but not wanting to contradict her, I did what she said. Soon she joined me with a wine glass in her hand. It was an L-shaped couch and we were sitting knee to knee where the two halves joined. I am not going to lie. I was slightly uncomfortable.

To hide my nervousness, I started making small talk and thinking about how I could get out of there. She listened to me blather for a few moments before taking both wine glasses without a word and setting them on the coffee table. I didn't know what was going on. She slid to the floor between my knees, where she pulled me towards her and started kissing me with great force. I opened my lips and soon felt her tongue fiercely probing my mouth. She was clearly in charge, something that I had never experienced before.

While she kissed me, her hands were busy unbuckling my jean belt. I really didn't know what to do. On one hand, I was wanting to run. On the other hand, I was more excited than I had ever been in my life.

After getting my pants unbuckled, she pulled me to the floor so that I was laying on my back. Breaking our kiss, she yanked my underwear and jeans to my ankles, before coming back up and unbuttoning my shirt, but not taking it off.

I could not believe it. There I lay on her living room floor, shirt halfway undone and my socks and shoes still on. This was like NOTHING that I had ever experienced. She then slowly stood and looked down at me. Gathering her sun dress in one hand and bunching it together at her waist, she proceeded to sit straight down on my fully erect cock.

I gasped at the suddenness of it. I felt like a complete prisoner, albeit a willing one. All I remember is that she rode me harder than any woman ever had in my life. Although I wanted to feel her bouncing breasts thru her sun dress, I didn't dare, so I laid there with my hands over my head on the floor and simply watched in amazement as she used me for her pleasure.

After what seemed forever, her breathing started quickening and she started making mewling noises. She screamed her pleasure and told me to come "NOW." And I did. Harder than I ever have before or since.

After finishing, she briefly but very intensely stared into my eyes, before abruptly standing up and heading to the bathroom without a word.

I think I was in shock as I lay there. Nothing like this had ever happened to me and I wasn't sure how to handle it. I thought it was best if I left before she came back. With a limp and tired cock hanging out, I pulled up my underwear and pants and shakily stood to my feet.

I was halfway out the door when I heard "WHERE DO YOU THINK YOU ARE GOING?"

I turned in the doorway and stuttered, "Ummm, .welll...I thought it might be best if I headed home. Thank you for dinner but good night" and I turned for the door once again.

"STOP in your tracks, young Man, and get back in here. Close that door NOW!" she angrily exclaimed.

I honestly didn't know what to do. Here I was, a thirty-two-year-old man, but she made me feel like a ten-year-old boy. I slowly closed the door and stood there with my head down.

"How RUDE, to think you could just leave without a word," she said.

"Honestly, I wasn't trying to be rude, I was just...." I tried to explain before she cut me off.

"I KNOW you have better manners than that and I refuse to accept your terrible excuses. I bet your Mother would never accept such rudeness."

Now I know for a fact that my Mother wouldn't have accepted my behavior. She was always a quick to wrap my knuckles with her hairbrush whenever she thought that I was acting out of place. But I wasn't about to say that. I just wanted to get out of there and fast.

Still staring at me intently, she slowly sat in a large overstuffed chair, directly opposite the door.

"I simply can't accept your behavior. The question is, what am I going to do about it?" she mused.

I didn't know what to say, but it didn't seem to matter as she seemed to come to some kind of conclusion, while simultaneously sitting up even straighter in her chair.

"Ok. It is clear that you deserve a punishment and that is exactly what I am going to give you," she said with a stern look.

"Now strip!"

"What? What are you talking about? I am a grown man. You can't punish me!" I tried to exclaim.

"Nonsense. I can and I will. And if you know what is good for you, you will strip NOW, or it will be much worse for you before I am done," she angrily said.

I stood there in a quandary. I genuinely didn't know what to do. All kinds of things were running thru my head. What if she called the cops and said I tried to rape or attack her. At this point, I had no idea what she was capable of or what she was doing. I simply couldn't take the chance and call her bluff. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and set it on a chair at the door. Then I stepped out of my shoes and took off my pants. I started to take off my socks but I heard her say "STOP."

"Stand up straight!"

So there I stood, in my socks and white underwear, feeling like an idiot and staring at the floor in great shame.

"Ok. Listen to me very carefully. You have acted with terrible manners tonight and I fully intend to punish you in such a way that you NEVER act that rude to me again, nor any other woman. Do you understand?"

I didn't know what else to say than "Yes, Ma'am."

"And do you accept my punishment, both in terms of severity and length?" she said.

Once again I muttered, "Yes, Ma'am."

"What was that? I didn't hear you, young man?" she spit out.

"Yes, Ma'am, I fully accept your judgment," I said louder.

"Good. Now that we have that out of the way, I want you to walk over to the bookcase and bring me the wooden ruler on the second shelf. Do it now."

Under Miss Victoria's intense gaze, I slowly walked to the bookcase, picked up the ruler, and walked back to her chair. She held out her palm and I placed the sturdy ruler in it, before taking half a step backward.

"We are now ready to get started. Step closer to me and drop your underwear to your knees," she demanded.

"Now lock your hands on your head and look me in the eye."

With great shame, I did exactly as she asked.

Reaching out with her left hand, she grabbed the tip of my hard cock and pinched it between her fingers, all the while staring very intently into my eyes.

"I want you to understand that this is for your own good. I think you need it. No, I KNOW you need it. I am going to give you ten hard swats on your cock with this ruler and then I am going to use it on your ass until I think you are truly sorry for your behavior. Is that clear?" she declared.

"Yes, Ma'am" I uttered.

"One more thing – after every swat, I want you to say, 'Thank You Miss Victoria' for caring enough to teach you right from wrong. Do you think you can manage that?" she coldly said.

Without even realizing it, I had ceded her total authority and meekly replied, "Yes Miss Victoria."

"Excellent. Let's begin. It is going to be a long and painful night for you," and with that, she raised her arm to deliver the first terrible swat.

Little did I realize that at that moment, my life had changed forever. Miss Victoria was about to take me on a journey that I did not even begin to have an understanding of, but that is a story for another day.

[Stay tuned for Part 2]