4 comments/ 73012 views/ 7 favorites Spanked By My Neighbor By: caspankster With much trepidation, I am standing at my neighbor's front door trying to work up the nerve to ring the doorbell. I'm scared as hell, but my incredibly stiff penis is urging me to ring the bell. I've lived in this condo complex for a little more than seven years, and Molly welcomed me as I was moving in with a big smile on her face. She's single, about my height, and carries more than a few extra pounds around her waist. Her blond hair frames her circular face in a pleasant way, and her blue eyes always seem to twinkle. While we've lived next door for quite a while now, we've never said much more than the occasional "hello" to each other. She's always seemed nice, but I'm not sure how she's going to take what I'm going to ask her. Finally, I ring the bell, but almost immediately regret this. Running back through my front door seems like an excellent idea, but before I have time to act, the door has opened, and Molly says "Hi." I stumble with a reply. A curious look crosses Molly's face while she waits for me to say something. "I know that we haven't got to know each other very well," I begin, "but I've got a favor to ask, and you're the only person I know who might be able to help me." "Now there's something I never thought you'd say to me," Molly says. Stepping back into her condo, she beckons me by saying, "Why don't you come in, and I'll see what I can do." As we walk in to her living room, I can only wonder how I'm going to be able to say what my dick really wants me to say. She motions to the couch, and says, "Would you like something to drink?" I'm now at a complete loss for words, so I can only nod my head. "Water?" she asks. Again, all I can do is nod my head. When she returns, she hands me the glass of water, moves to the other side of the living room and sits down in a rocking chair. "So," she asks, "what is it that I can do for you?" Mustering all of my courage, I reply, "I'm curious if you saw the commotion at the pool yesterday?" "You bet I did," she replies. "The little girl from #224 always seems to be screaming or crying as soon as she gets into the pool area." Molly shakes her head and says, "I'm glad her mother finally did the right thing and spanked her ass. That little one will think twice before she makes such a ruckus around the pool." Looking at me Molly asks, "You're not here to see if I want to complain about the punishment she received do you?" Not waiting for my answer, she goes on, "I learned very early that if I didn't listen to either of my parents, I would get a licking that made what happened at the pool seem tame by comparison." "No Molly," I say, "I totally agree with you; she definitely had it coming. Really, I'm surprised that it took so long for her mother to finally put a stop to her behavior." Settling back into the rocker, she says, "Good, I was a little concerned that you were one of those people who think that spanking a child is some form of child abuse." Resting her hands in her lap, she says, "I've always figured that the spankings I received as a child helped make me the woman I am today. I guess that your parents did a number on your bottom a number of times to, huh?" "Well, now that you mention it," I say with as much strength in my voice as I can summon, "my parents really didn't believe in that kind of punishment." "Really," she questions. "You've been the best neighbor I've had since I moved in. You never play the music too loud, or slammed a door late at night to wake me up. The couple that had your condo before you were constantly annoying me." I go on, "My parents were more of the ‘grounding' or ‘giving me extra chores' type of punishers, but I guess their ideas worked on me quite well." "I'll say that's an understatement," Molly replies. I then look Molly straight in her eyes, and as bravely as I can say, "It's just that I've always wondered what a good spanking would've felt like. After seeing that little girl get her spanking, I've really been thinking about what I missed growing up." A curious look crossed Molly's face, and she asks me, "Scott, how old are you?" "45," I answer. She's quiet for a few moments, then smiles at me and says, "Well honey, I guess you're way past time for your first spanking." As those wonderful words echoed in my ears, she raises her right hand, points her finger at me, and slowly uses it to beckon me towards her. I am able to stand up, walk toward her, and stop when I am right in front of her. "Since this is your first time," she begins, "I'll let you leave your pants on, just to see if you like this." I am actually thankful for this. While the idea of being spanked has filled my mind many times during my life, I am still not sure how I would respond to it. Molly helps me down, and onto her lap. With my added weight, the rocker moves forward. I am able to rest on my knees, and use my hands to balance myself on her lap. She puts her left hand in the small of my back to secure me in position. I suddenly realize that I am about to enter a whole new world, and I am tremendously excited about what is about to happen. I'm sure that she is completely aware of my rock hard cock, but at this time she chooses to ignore it. "Ready," she asked. Almost meekly I say, "Yes, Molly." She giggles at this. I can sense her raising her right hand, and when her left hand presses harder on my back, I know that she is swinging at my covered ass. The first spank is quickly followed by four more swats. There was some stinging, but it wasn't painful. It was almost calming to me. She waits a few seconds to see if I am going to ask to stop, but when I don't say anything, she continues with five more spanks. She exerts slightly more effort this time, but it only seemed to warm my butt cheeks. When she stops spanking me, she lets her hand rest on my butt, and slowly starts to rub all around my ass. Unconsciously, I start to grind cock onto her thighs. She laughs a little and says, "I guess that you really like this." All I could do is emit a pleasant moan. After a couple of minutes of this, Molly says, "I think that we need to proceed to the next stage." I know exactly what she means, so I stand up, slide out of my sneakers, and ever so slowly unbutton my pants, lower my zipper, let my pants drop and step out of them. Molly chuckles when she sees the unmistakable image of my hard cock under my tighty-whiteys. She takes the lead by grasping my shorts near my thighs and pulls them down. My cock head is caught by the elastic waistband, and is pulled down too. As it brakes free of the waistband, it makes a loud "thwacking" sound as it rebounds off my stomach. Molly's eyes are glued to my now throbbing penis. She licks her lips and says, "My Lord, it's actually twitching in anticipation." She reaches out and gently rubs my balls. Again, all I could do is moan because of the immense pleasure that I am now deriving from her touch. "Before you explode all over me," she says, "I must now finish your spanking." She helps me back onto her lap. As I am luxuriating in the expectation of what is about to take place, Molly ever so gently rubs her hand over my slightly still warm ass cheeks. Just as I feel that she is going to begin, she says, "Sweetie, lift up for just a second." Not sure why she's said this, I lift myself slightly off her lap, and am immediately raised to a new level of ecstasy. She reaches under me, takes hold of my penis, and places it between her voluptuous thighs. The fact that she is wearing a well-worn cotton dress causes my now ensconced penis to grow even a bit larger. "Molly," I say, "this is so fuckin hot that I really don't care what you do to me." "Scottie," she says sweetly, "I'm going to spank you till you CUM like you've never CUM before." With that, she presses her left hand much more firmly into the small of my back, raises her right hand, and spanks me harder than she had previously done. The sound that echoes through the room surprises me, and my eyes immediately begin to water. Each successive spank, raining down from one cheek to the other causes my ass to tingle as if it were on fire. I lose count after about the fifteenth swat, and I can't control the tears that are flowing from my eyes. Very soon my ass starts to hurt like hell. I am able contain myself from crying out, but I am grunting with each spank. While my butt cheeks now throb like a bitch, this is nothing compared to the ecstatic pleasure that my penis is enjoying. As Molly's spanks increase in force, her fleshly thighs press more tightly on my cock. In addition, my ass vibrates with her blows, causing my cock to move inside its tight cocoon. I am now closing in on an immense orgasm, the likes of which I had never felt before. Molly senses my precarious state, and repeatedly says, "Cum for me baby," "Cum for me baby," "CUM for me baby." With one final spank, right on my now very tender left ass cheek, I scream "FFFUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!" as my cock erupts with gobs of pecker snot. I squirt five or six ropes of thick juice onto her dress. But even as the cum empties from my cock, I can't help but continue to humping her thighs. She stops spanking me, but resumes her fantastic soft massaging of my burning ass. It takes about ten minutes before I calm down enough to stand again. She helps me off of her lap, and when I look at her, I can see a very satisfied smile filling her whole face. Both of my hands move back to my ass. This forces my now deflated cock closer to Molly. It's covered in sloppy gobs of cum, and this is now the only thing that she's looking at. Slowly but surely, Molly leans forward. Just before her lips arrive at my cock, she opens her mouth, and sticks her tongue out. Somehow she is able to take hold of it at the tip and maneuver it into her mouth without wasting any of my cum. Both of us groan as she swirls her tongue around my cock. I have to put both of my hands on her shoulders to steady myself, and she put her hands on my hips to help me. She keeps this up for a couple of minutes, and is somehow able to bring it back to life. As much as I had imagined what this was going to be like, Molly had been able to far surpass my wildest dreams. There is a slurping sound as she releases me, followed by a giggle on her part. She looks up at me and says, "Darling, we're going to have to do that again real soon." "Absolutely," I replied. "But why do we have to stop now?" . . . . Spanked by my Neighbor I was living my dream life, a husband who adored me, two wonderful children, even our house in the suburbs had always been my dream. Yet I couldn't get over the feeling that something was missing in my life. Harry treated me like a queen giving me anything I asked for yet even though I loved him, I found that each time we made love it was less satisfying that the last. I cursed myself for being such a spoiled brat, as I couldn't understand what was missing in our relationship. All my confusion became understanding the day I went with a cake to greet our new neighbors, Mark and Elaine. I was shocked to see Elaine open the door dressed only in her bra and panties. I could easily see that she was embarrassed and I apologized for disturbing her, saying I would come back later. Then Mark came to the door and insisted I come on in and have coffee with them. Mark and I sat at the kitchen table while Elaine served us but once we had our coffee instead of sitting with us, she knelt beside Mark. While I stared in disbelief, mark talked to me as if this was all normal behavior, Elaine said nothing, and her only contribution was to jump up to refill our coffee cups. It all appeared to me as if Elaine was more servant than wife and it made me feel uncomfortable. As soon as I could, I made an excuse to leave and got out of that strange household. Back at home, my new neighbor's relationship kept running through my mind along with the contented look on Elaine's face. Later as I sat in my bath, a fantasy ran through my head as I let my fingers wander between my legs. I was a captured slave made to do my captor's bidding no matter how degrading and as I dreamed of being made to answer the door in just my bra and panties my eyes shot open. Was that what I had just witnessed at my new neighbors house, was Mark Elaine's master and she his slave? I erupted in an orgasm as powerful as any I'd ever had. That night I dreamed of pirate ships and maidens in distress as my husband lay clueless beside me. The next day Elaine returned my cake plate and as we sat drinking coffee, she tried to explain herself. "Helen, I'm sorry for the way I acted yesterday but Mark and I were in the middle of a session and he won't let me break character without permission." "Elaine, can I ask you about that, it looked almost like you were your husband's slave." "Oh it was so hot to act out in front of you, we've never done that before; I've never been so embarrassed and yet so turned on." "But you answered the door in your underwear, what if I'd been a salesman or something." "I know, that's what is so embarrassing, but Mark likes to make me do things like that, it turns him on." I was thinking, 'and me too,' but I didn't say anything. After Elaine, left I couldn't get the couple out of my mind and finally I was so aroused I had to go masturbate to try to ease some of the tension building in my body. That night after we went to bed I tried to hint to Harry that I wanted him to take me but of course, he didn't understand. I knew if I had to tell him what to do it wouldn't be the same so I just turned over and tried to go to sleep. The following day I found myself drawn to the neighbor's house, I had to find out more, not only about them but also of their lifestyle. I was almost disappointed when Elaine opened the door fully dressed. After going to her kitchen for coffee, I found I had to ask, "Elaine, I'm sorry but I can't get you two out of my mind. I've never known anyone like you and Mark and I feel myself drawn to your lifestyle." I saw her look up, and when I turned around, I saw Mark standing in the doorway. My face turned bright red, as I knew he had heard what I'd said. He smiled and walked over to the table where we sat. He put his strong hands on my shoulders massaging them from behind and I could just feel myself melting to his touch. "Elaine, take off your dress," I couldn't believe what I was hearing but watched her stand, unbutton her dress, then pull it off. "Does that turn you on Helen, watching my wife obey me?" I found I couldn't speak and merely nodded my head, "Don't just wag your head; answer me when I talk to you." "Yes... sir, I find it very erotic." I couldn't believe what I'd just said, not that it wasn't true, but that I was admitting it to a virtual stranger. "Is that so, well then why don't you stand up and take your dress off as well?" I stood and unzipped my dress as the only thought in my head was wondering what bra and panty set I was wearing. "Good girl, now I want you to go help Elaine take off her underwear, start with her bra." I looked at Elaine but saw nothing but a look of lust in her eyes so I did as instructed. Then Mark ordered me to pull her panties down and as I knelt to pull them off I could see how soaked they were. What I witnessed next almost made me orgasm as Mark sat down he pulled Elaine over his lap and began to spank her like a naughty schoolgirl. I watched the cheeks of here butt redden with the hand prints of her husband. I saw the tears run down her face but most of all I felt the lust growing in my center and I wished it were me that was across his knees. I was almost trance-like and I had no idea whether her punishment lasted seconds or hours. When Mark finished with her, I almost came when she thanked him. In a voice I didn't recognize as my own, I said, "Please sir, I've been naughty too." Mark said nothing but gave me an evil smile and merely crooked his finger at me. I walked to his side, then he instructed Elaine to remove my panties and then to hand them to him. I watched in mortification as he put them to his nose for I knew they were soaked with my juices. He then dropped them to the floor and then took my hand to place me across his knees. I think I heard the noise before I felt the first slap and then came another and another. Soon my ass burned as the pain grew but as soon as I thought I could not take any more, he would stop and almost lovingly rub my burning cheeks. Then he would start anew, whap, whap, the noise rang in my ears as I tried not to cry out but soon I heard myself, "Please, please, no more I can't take anymore." It was when I realized my cries were useless and that I was at his mercy, that I had my first orgasm. The mixture of the pain along with the pleasure of my climax was a feeling I'd never had. I was much later, at home that I finally understood what had been missing from my life. It was a need to submit, to have no control over my body was what I needed for completion. That night I made love to Harry and as he lovingly kissed me while he gently made love to me; I pushed my sore ass into the bed. The slight pain and the memories of the day made me cum as hard as I ever had with him. My life at home went on much as it had for years, I took care of my kids, and my husband and he took care of me. However, ever so often, my craving for submission would rise until I'd meekly go next door and beg to be punished. I would never know if Mark would give me what I needed, I guess just to show me that he was in control. We four have become good friends and often have weekend barbecues. I remember one time when I burnt the rice as we all sat around talking. Mark told Harry that if I was his wife he would have given me a spanking for such misbehavior. Harry was shocked at what Mark said so Mark laughed and said he was joking. I love my husband, I truly do, and I can't help it if he's not man enough to discipline his wife. It was not Harry that changed it was I and I can't blame him for my own transgressions. Although Mark likes to violate me with his thumb to see how wet I get, we have never had intercourse. Still I feel as if I'm cheating on my husband and yet I don't feel guilty about it. As you may guess, we four are living in a strange dynamic but I feel we all benefit from it, even Harry as he is getting the best sex of his married life. I do realize these arrangements cannot go on forever but I don't dwell on it, I guess I'm just living in the present and will continue to do so for as long as I am able.