6 comments/ 83253 views/ 12 favorites Spanked by His Neighbor By: rickiee_2002 PREFACE I am a 53 year old man. I am six feet tall and in good shape. I watch my diet, and I try to work out when I have the time. I have a daughter who is 26 years old from a prior marriage. The mother of my daughter died when she was an infant. For the first 16 years of her life, I was both her mother and father. I did the laundry. I cooked the meals and cleaned the house. Many people referred to me as Mr. Mom. They didn't mean anything negative about it, but it was the reality. When my daughter was 16, I remarried. My current wife is 39 years old. She is referred to, by our neighbors, as the social director of the neighborhood. Nina, my wife, is a wonderful wife, a terrific mother to my daughter and an all around, genuine and nice person. Our next door neighbor, Alayne, is a 29 year old woman. She is a business professional and an incredibly beautiful and well built woman. She has never been married, but dates quite a bit. She is also a tremendous friend of my daughter and my wife. They go out shopping together, go to restaurants and frequently comes to dinner at our home. A little about Alayne. She is a young, beautiful woman. She is tall and extremely toned. She goes to tanning booths in the winter and sunbathes out by her pool with any free time she has. She is close to six feet tall, because when she talks to me, she looks straight into my eyes. As I mentioned before, she is gorgeous. Dark brown hair down past her shoulders, mesmerizing blue eyes. A tall thin frame, with a stomach flat as a board. She has relatively small breasts ... probably 32 B if I were to guess. She has long thin legs and beautiful feet, which are always meticulously manicured. A ten in anyone's book ... at least a fifteen in mine. The Events Whenever I have a chance, I love to peek out the window at Alayne, when she is swimming or lying by the pool. She wears bathing suits that are more arousing, than if she were naked. Tiny, tiny bottoms and barely existent tops. She doesn't need much on top, because she has very small breasts. I always get hard looking at her. I can't help it, she is purely magnificent. It just so happens, that Alayne was outside today, sunbathing. "Hi Rich", Alayne yelled over the fence. "Hey, what's up, Alayne" I answered in a nonchalant manner. "Nothing really, Rich ... I was just wondering if you could give me a hand with my pool filter. It's not running properly." She said with a smile. "Absolutely, I will be happy to look at it." She had on the tiniest yellow bikini I have ever seen. It was obvious to me that she completely shaves her pussy, because the bikini bottom couldn't cover much. As I walked out of my yard and towards her gate, I couldn't help but wonder how I could avoid staring at her. It was going to be uncomfortable at best ... being that close to her but pretending not to notice or care about what she was wearing. You have to realize, she is young enough to be my daughter. As I reached for the handle to open her gate, the gate opened and she was standing straight in front of me. "Rich, the darn filter has been giving me problems. Sometimes it runs and other times it just seems to churn or something." She said. I looked at her and fought the urge to mentally undress her. "Yeah, I know the problem. It happens to mine from time to time, so I am pretty sure I know what's wrong." I said "Oh my god, you're the best, Rich ... I can't tell you how much I appreciate you looking at it for me." "Ahh, no problem. I'm happy to help you if I can." As she turned to walk me towards the filter, I got a magnificent look at her from behind. Oh my god, she is spectacular. Her ass is firm and small. Her legs long glistened from her tanning oil and were a dark tan with pretty red nail polish on her beautiful toenails. Her back was dark tan and the yellow from her bikini top made her look incredible. As she walked, the material of her bikini bottom settled into the crease of her beautiful ass. "Oh you know what, I have to turn the filter off at the circuit breaker" I said, fighting off an erection. "Sure, you know where it is, Rich? It's in the garage on the back wall." She said "I know where it is, Alayne ... you have the same house we have!" I said with a laugh. "Oh Rich, you're funny!" She said. I headed to the porch to go into her house. She lay back down on the lounge chair as I looked back before I entered the house. "I will be right out, Alayne" "Ok, thanks." She said As I walked in and headed to the garage, I walked by her laundry room. I glanced in as I walked by and noticed a hamper with a pair of lime green panties sitting on the top. I looked back towards the door and then walked into the laundry room. I picked up the tiny panties and felt them between my fingers. They were nylon and I tried to imagine what they looked like on her. I went to put them up to my nose and as I inhaled, I heard a cough from the doorway. There was Alayne looking at me. "Rich, what the fuck are you doing?" She said in a surprised but mad voice. "Uh ... A ... Alayne ... uhm nothing." I managed to say. I was desperately trying to figure out something to say. I was coming up blank. "You have my panties up to your nose, what do you mean you don't know what you're doing." She said with an attitude in her voice. You should say, "well, Alayne ... I'm smelling your panties ... because ... isn't that what the fuck you were doing, Rich?" she said with a very angry annoyed voice. I was still speechless. I had pulled the panties away from my nose, but I was still standing there holding them. The smell of her perfume still in my nose. Oh my god, her perfume was so arousing, especially when the aroma was on her delicate little panties. "Well, what do you have to say about this, Rich?" she said in yet a madder voice. Standing there staring at me. She reached over and yanked her panties out of my hand. "Goddamn it, say something ... don't just stand there like a stupid little boy." She continued to say. "Well, Alayne ... I ... I ... well ... of god!" I managed to say. "Well what, damnit." "Well, I ... I was sniffing your panties! There, I said it." As if there was any doubt to what I was doing. "That is sick. Why in the name of god, were you sniffing my panties?" "Oh damnit, Alayne ... I don't know ... they were there and I was curious." I said softly. "Curious about what, Rich? Curious about how my panties smell? Isn't that an unusual curiosity, Rich?" "I don't know what else to say! Yes, I thought you panties were pretty and I wanted to smell them ... if you really must know ... I wanted to smell the crotch ... to see what your pussy smells like." The honesty blew her away. She stood there playing with the panties in hand. Well, I guess I should be honored that you want to smell my worn panties. BUT I'M NOT. It's sick, Rich." She walked away. I walked back out following her. She sat down in a chair in the kitchen. "I'm sorry, Alayne ... I didn't mean to do anything to hurt you or make you mad." I said looking at her holding the lime green panties. Looking at her in her tiny little bikini. As I looked down, I could see the cameltoe that formed in her tiny bikini bottoms. "So, now you're going to stand there and mentally undress me with your eyes. Just leave, Rich ..." "Alayne, you're not going to say anything to Sandy are you?" I asked, wondering if she was going to tell my wife. "I'm not sure. Sandy is my good friend and so is your daughter, Carissa. I think you should come back tomorrow and we will discuss it. I am just too mad right now to deal with it." Sandy and Carissa were leaving for New York City tomorrow for the weekend. They were going to go shopping and see a play. "Ok. Do you want me to fix your filter?" I asked not knowing what to say or do. "Just leave, we can deal with it tomorrow." I went home. I could still smell her perfume from the panties. My cock was leaking precum. It had gone from erect to shriveled because of the circumstances. I guess the arousal was leaking out now. The evening with my wife and daughter was difficult, but they were consumed about their weekend in NYC together, so they really didn't notice anything different. Saturday morning came soon enough and after they left, I headed over to Alayne's house. I knocked on the front door and Alayne answered the door. "Good morning Alayne." I managed to say. "Just come in! She said. "Go in the kitchen and sit at the table. I will be right there." I hadn't noticed she was still wearing her robe. When she entered the kitchen, I saw that she was. "Rich, I am very upset about yesterday. I feel as though my privacy was invaded. I don't like it. I have to tell your wife." "Oh my god, no ... PLEASE." I begged. She sat down. Her feet were bare and I couldn't help but look at them. "You came here to stare at my feet? To undress me with your eyes again." That's it ... I'm telling Sandy. Just leave" she yelled. "Alayne ... Please!!!!" "I'll tell you what Rich. I will let it go without telling Sandy on one condition." "Anything, Alayne ... please!!!!!" "Ok, you must submit to me for a spanking." She said firmly. I was shocked by what she said. "Whaa ... what? A spanking. Are you kidding me?" "No, I am not kidding. You will submit to a spanking by me ... NOW!" "Oh my god ... this is unbelievable. You want me to allow you to spank me?" "I don't really think you are in any position to negotiate, Rich." Alayne quickly responded. "Either you submit to a spanking or I tell your loving wife, what a sick fucker you are." "I see ... well ... I guess I'm between a rock and a hard place." I said Alayne smiled in a stern way. "I knew you would finally understand your predicament, Rich. Now, I want you to go into my den, and I will undress you." I realized there was no sense to try and negotiate. I will go, get spanked and this will be over with. "Uhm, one thing Alayne ... how do I know you will keep your end of this deal?" "You don't, Rich ... you simply have no choice!" I walked into the den. "Remove your sneakers and socks, Rich." Alayne ordered I untied my sneakers, one at a time ... trying to delay the inevitable. I usually just kick them off. "The longer you take, Rich ... the more severe your spanking will be. In fact, anything you do to piss me off, will just be taken out on your naked ass!" Alayne said with a smirk I removed my sneakers and socks. "I will remove your t-shirt and shorts." Alayne told me. "You must be totally naked and submissive to me!" I felt a stirring in my underwear. Oh my god, I thought ... what a time for me to get excited. That will surely make things much worse. My cock had a mind of its own and my shorts very quickly had a bulge sticking out. "Wow, you're excited by this Rich?" Alayne asked in an unusual voice. "You know, Rich ... there is a lot about me that you don't know. In fact, very few people know it ... except for those that have the same interests that I have. I am a dominatrix. You think I go to an office every day, as everyone else thinks too. But I make a living out of tending to submissive bad boys and girls. They pay me very handsomely for it." I was speechless. I found my cock getting harder and my nipples tingling. "It looks to me that behind all your macho manliness, lurks a little boy who needs to be spanked by a dominant woman, such as myself." I tried to answer her, but my mouth wouldn't cooperate. I couldn't seem to get anything to come out of my mouth. "It looks to me, that by the erection in your shorts that you agree .... Huh, Rich?!?" "You should be honored, Rich ... no one ever gets this for free from me." Who knows, maybe you will like it ... maybe you will become one of my submissives." She approached me. "Put your arms straight up." She demanded I put my arms up and she grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt and whisked it off over my arms. She knelt down and put her long, sexy fingers in the waistband of my shorts. She slowly pulled them down, as the waistband snagged on my hard cock in my underwear. "Look at me, Rich ... I want you to look in my eyes ... do not look away." As I looked into her eyes, I felt her fingers pull on the waistband of my underpants. She pulled them down as she looked into my eyes. It was an eerie feeling ... I felt very much under her control. She tossed the underpants onto the pile of clothes on the floor. "Rich fold all of those clothes neatly and put them on the table" she ordered. I was standing there, naked ... a 53 year old man in the presence of a 29 year old woman. She was clothed and I was naked. My cock was standing straight out. I did as I was told. I felt her eyes following me. I folded my clothes and put them on the table as ordered. "Kneel before me, Richie ... little Richie!" she ordered. Alayne put her hands on the sash on her robe and untied it. She opened her robe and slipped it off. She was wearing the sheer lime green panties that I had been sniffing when she caught me. She had on a matching sheer bra. My cock twitched as I looked at her. "Well, Richie ... how do my panties look on me? Or do you prefer them up to your nose?" she asked. "They look ... well ... they look very nice on you, Alayne." I managed to reply. "Mistress Alayne, from now on, Richie ... you understand?" Here I was, a man old enough to be her father and she was controlling me. She was absolutely magnificent. She was tall and thin. Absolutely physically fit. Her stomach was tight and flat. Her legs were long and shapely. There wasn't any part of her body that wasn't absolutely perfect. She was totally shaved. I wasn't sure what was there ... now I see she is completely without any pubic hair. "I understand, Mistress!" I responded "I said, Mistress Alayne, Richie ... don't make that mistake again or there will be consequences. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" "Yes, Mistress ... Alayne." I responded. "Why did you sniff my panties, Richie? Was it because you liked my panties ... because they were mine ... what was the reason? Do you have a thing for panties? Do you have a thing for me? " She looked at me ... "When I ask you a question, little boy ... you will answer me with respect and courtesy!" I didn't know what to say. I was kneeling before this magnificent woman ... her naked pussy inches from my face encased in the beautiful, sexy lime green panties. I could smell her perfume. My god, I was before this young girl ... woman ... at my age ... what was the possibility I would ever see a nearly naked young woman before me? I was scared, but at the same time, excited. I kneeled there pondering my situation. I did have a fetish for panties, especially worn panties. How would I ever tell her the truth? No one ever knew that about me. It was a dark, hidden secret. I wore panties when I was able to. When I was away on a business trip or if my wife was away. I would wear panties ... typically panties I have taken from an unsuspecting victims hamper. Those lime green sheer panties would have most likely ended up in my possession! "Uh, Richie ... hello. Are you still here? I'm waiting for an answer!!!" "Uhm ... yes Mistress Alayne ... I, well ... uhm ... " "Get on with it, Richie; are you going to fumble with your answers all fucking day?" "Mistress Alayne ... I was intrigued by your panties ... sitting there on the hamper. You are so beautiful and ... well ... oh god ... how could I not find you sexy?" "Do you have feelings like that for your daughters other girlfriends? I'm your daughter's friend, for god sake, Richie!!" "Well, Mistress Alayne ... no ... I mean yes ... I mean ... I don't know ... there are girls that my daughter has for friends who are pretty and have nice bodies ... so yes ... I'm a man ... " "A boy, Richie ... you're a boy!!!" "Yes Mistress Alayne ... I am a boy ... and ... oh I don't know ... what boy wouldn't be turned on by a beautiful girl ... regardless of their age?" I managed to respond. "Ok, continue" Mistress Alayne responded. "Don't think that my answer, "ok", in any way validates to me, your response ... but continue ... I want my questions answered ... and answered honestly." "Yes, Mistress Alayne. So, yes ... I find you very exciting ... I mean, your bathing suits are more exciting than if you were naked. Surely you wear them for that reason ..." Mistress Alayne quickly cut me off. "Richie ... little boy Richie ... I wear what I wear for my pleasure ... not yours or anyone else's. So don't make this mistake again. I wear what I wear because I like it, not to be mentally undressed or a wet dream for boys like you." You get it? Little boy?" "Yes, Mistress Alayne ... I am sorry ... I didn't mean to imply ..." "Get on with it Richie ... I want you answers to my questions" "Mistress Alayne ... I have a "think" for younger women. My wife ... is younger than I am ... by almost 15 years." "You are avoiding the other questions that I asked, Richie." "What other questions, Mistress Alayne?" "Don't play games with me Richie ... you know damned well what questions I am referring to. In fact, your avoidance really answers the questions ... doesn't it, Richie." "Mistress Alayne ... I was interested in your panties, because they are yours. I was interested in them ... oh my god ... well ... I was interested in them because they were in your hamper ... that they would have the smell of you in them. And, yes ... I have a panty fetish. Oh god ... this is difficult ... I have a fetish for worn panties ... worn panties by beautiful women such as yourself." I answered. There was no sense trying to deny it. It actually felt good to finally tell someone while at the same time, made me feel foolish and disgusting. Mistress Alayne slipped her panties down. She took them and put them on my head, with the crotch over my nose. They smelled heavenly. I could still feel the warmth of her body on them and the odor of her pussy ... perfume, faint odor of pee and ... possibly a sweaty smell. My head was swimming and I was intoxicated by her panties on my head. My cock was twitching involuntarily and I could feel a leak of precum ooze out. "You are pathetic, Richie. I knew when I saw you in my laundry room, with my panties up to your nose ... that it was more than a mere fascination of them sitting in my hamper. I could tell by your reaction, that you were a little pantyboy. I guess a more proper name for you would be ... rickiee ... that is a good name for a little boy who wants to be a girl and wear girlie clothes ... girlie panties." I felt the ooze of precum drip off the end of my hard cock. "Look at you ... you little pathetic girlie-boy ... wearing my little panties on your head and your little cock oozing girlie-boy cum. You know what they call little girlie-boy cocks, rickiee ... they call them clittie cocks. Is that what you have, rickiee ... a little clittie cock? I was all hers now. There was nothing I could do. I had no ability to lie to her. "Yes Mistress Alayne ... I have a ... I have a clittie cock and I like to wear girlie panties." "Stand up, rickiee" she demanded. As I stood up, she smacked my clittie so hard, that it instantly got soft. "You will control that disgusting clittie cock of yours in my presence, little girlie boy. Do you understand? This time with me is not for your satisfaction. It is for my satisfaction. DO YOU UNDERSTAND YOU LITTLE WORM?" "Yes Mistress Alayne ... I am sorry. I don't know how to control it." With that, she pinched both of my nipples and smacked me across my face. "That's your problem, isn't it ... little girlie boy rickiee? Don't you dare saddle me with your problems! If you get an erection or worse ... if you ever cum without my permission ... god help you." I can manage to stop your erections ... but it's not pleasant ... so I urge you to solve that problem on your own." Spanked by His Neighbor Ch. 02 I was sitting at home, contemplating what had just happened to me. My ass was stinging and I was excited. I really wanted to just go upstairs and masturbate and was about to when the telephone rang. The caller ID let me see it was Alayne. My heart began to beat hard in my chest ... and had feelings of sexual excitement as well as fear. "Hello" I said into the mouthpiece "You know it's me, rickiee ... you have caller ID so I know you know it was me. The response on the phone should have been, Hello Mistress Alayne! I figured by now you probably had your little penis in your hands and relieving yourself of your sexual tensions, right little man?" "Mistress Alayne ... I knew it was you ... but I didn't know what to say ... I am sorry." "Oh little rickiee, you are such a pathetic little boy. What will I do with you? Now listen ... you are to address me as Mistress Alayne every time we talk ... do you understand?" "Every time, Mistress Alayne ... what if I am with Sandy or Carissa ... surely you don't expect ..." I was cut off. "Yes, you sniveling little worm of a boy ... I said EVERY time. You had just better hope we don't meet up with wifey or daughter ... huh?" That scared me shitless. How could I ever say that in front of my wife or daughter? "I guess you will just have to tell them it's a joke or something ... but I expect it every time ... understand? Don't forget, I have a video of our entire session." Oh fuck, this is more than I expected. "Mistress Alayne ... I beg you ... please ... I will do anything ... but please." Again I was cut off. "There is nothing you can do to stop this, let alone try to bargain with me. Now, go upstairs and get a worn pair of Carissa's panties. She has to have a few pairs that were worn, because they left this morning and I'm sure they didn't do any laundry. I want you to put them on and get your pathetic little spanked ass over here. UNDERSTAND?" "I can't possibly ..." She hung up. Next thing I know, Alayne comes storming in the house. When she found me in the kitchen, she smacked my across the face. "Don't you ever dare ... EVER ... say no to me, or can't. You understand me, rickiee?" She was pissed and I was scared. This young woman had total control of me and I couldn't break that control. "You get upstairs right now ... I will follow you into Carissa's room ... and I WILL PICK OUT THE worn panties for you" she ordered. Reluctantly, I headed for the steps. I walked up the steps and Alayne was right behind me. I walked down the hall and into Carissa's bedroom. Carissa was a bit of a slob. She always had clothes thrown all over the room ... on her bed, on the floor ... on her chair. On her bed, was a pair of yellow nylon panties. They were rolled up as if she just peeled them off and tossed them onto the bed. "Those yellow panties will do nicely, rickiee. Pick them up and let's see how they smell ... you love to smell worn panties after all ... don't you?" "Mistress Alayne ... they are my daughters!" Smack "You are slow to learn for a smart little boy, aren't you rickiee? Mistress Alayne stared at me ... directly into my eyes. I figured I had no choice so I walked over to the bed and softly touched my daughter's panties. "Pick them up and smell them, NOW!" I picked them up and fumbling ... unrolled them. I turned them inside out and looked at the panty crotch. I saw two curly pubic hairs stuck to it and some dried cream. I didn't know if it was ovulation cream or was it her boyfriends cum. "Rickiee, bring them up to you nose, immediately and smell that crotch ... the crotch that was covering your daughters pussy" she demanded. I closed my eyes as I brought Carissa's panties to my nose. It was so odd, to be smelling her intimate panties ... smelling my grown daughters panties. They smelled like her ... like the perfume she wears all the time ... Juicy Couture I believe. At the same time, I could smell the faint odor her her pee and the acrid odor of a mature woman's pussy. I was excited and at the same time, sickened by it. "Lick that cream ... tell me what it tastes like. Maybe it's the dried cum of her boyfriend ... you think maybe they fucked last night ... since she was going to be away?" Hesitantly, I stuck my tongue out and licked the dried white cream. It didn't really have any taste ... but then I could smell it as it got wet ... it was cum ... sperm. I had tasted mine before, and it was most definitely cum. It was cum that her boyfriend squirt into her young pussy and then it leaked into her panties. "Get those pubic hairs in your mouth. I want your daughter's pubic hairs in your mouth. Almost like licking her pussy, isn't it ... rickiee?" I was sick ... as I put the two stringy pubic hairs into my mouth. I felt them on my tongue. Mistress Alayne took the panties and rubbed the now wet crotch on my nose. "Smell your daughter and her boyfriend ... smell her panties and feel her pubic hairs in your mouth. Is that sick, rickiee ... sick like smelling your neighbors' panties?" "Yes, Mistress Alayne I mumbled ... it is sick, just like sniffing your panties" I managed to say. "Put them on ... pull your daughters panties on ... and model them for me ... I want to see what you look like your daughters panties." I pulled my shorts down, and felt the waistband rub against my sore ass cheeks. I pulled the panties on and stuffed my soft cock into them. "Turn around for me ... model them like the Victoria Secret models show their panties at their shows. Walk like a girl for me and show me how pretty you look in those little panties." "Maybe at some point, Carissa would like to see you in my panties ... or her's. What do you think, little boy ... would you like to model panties for your gorgeous daughter?" I walked around ... trying to walk like a girl, wearing my daughters panties. The whole scene had me excited, because my cock started to get hard in my daughters little panties. I was looking at Mistress Alayne and notice that her nipples hardened and I could see the hard bumps in her tee shirt ... it was evident she was not wearing a bra. Her tiny bikini bottom was in view just below the bottom of her tee shirt. She is so sexy ... so firm ... so beautiful. It was hard to believe she was so brutal, so hard on me. It was a side to her that I never would have suspected. She was a very difficult bitch and so beautiful. So erotic, so exciting. She scared the hell out of me. "Enough modeling the panties, little rickiee. Let's go down the hall and see what kind of panties your wifey left laying around" she ordered. My wife is a very physically fit woman. She works out at the gym every day ... sometimes twice. And when she isn't working out at the gym, she is on the treadmill at home, jogging and wearing weights on her ankles and wrists. She perpetually works out and she looks incredible. Her body is tight and firm ... her tits are small too ... smaller than ever ... probably the result of all the running ... she had a runner's body. Small, tight ass ... muscular legs ... always tan ... always made up perfectly. I walked into my bedroom ahead of Mistress Alayne. I could feel her eyes on my body ... I could feel her looking at my ass in my daughters panties. "Is her hamper in the closet or the bathroom, rickiee?" "It's in the closet, Mistress Alayne." My cock was throbbing in Carissa's panties. I couldn't believe I was wearing her panties ... my daughter's panties ... and I was excited. I was confused. Was my excitement because of Mistress Alayne or because I was wearing my daughters panties ... taboo panties? "Get your wifey's hamper and dump it out onto the bed. Let's see what she has in there" I was instructed. I dumped the hamper onto the bed. There was a weeks assortment of panties, bra's, socks, shorts, tee shirts and bedclothes. I contemplated my situation. Here I was, standing in my bedroom wearing my daughters worn and soiled panties with an erection. I was being ordered around by my young and beautiful next door neighbor in me and my wife's bedroom. She and I were examining the contents of my wife's laundry hamper. There was everything wrong with this picture. First of all, being in "our" bedroom with another woman while my wife was away is just wrong. Wearing my daughter's panties, going through my wife's hamper with another woman ... wow ... it was just wrong. But what was I to do? I had no control whatsoever of this situation. Not going along with it, would cause more problems than I could ever deal with. Mistress Alayne picked up a pair of pink nylon panties. She briefly examined them and handed them to me. "Sniff the crotch of those panties ... and describe what it smells like to me" she demanded. I brought the panties up to my face. I closed my eyes as I brought the crotch to my nose. They smelled strong ... strong from sweat and perspiration. A more than faint odor of pee was evident. These panties had been worn during a hard workout session I was sure. They were quite fragrant of my wife's pussy, perfume, pee and sweat. My cock got harder and felt like it was going to burst my daughter's panties. "Hello, rickiee ... I said I want you to describe what your wife's panties smell like!" "Yes Mistress Alayne ... they smell like they are panties she wears to exercise. They smell quite strong from sweat, the musky smell of pussy ... I can smell a somewhat strong odor of pee. They smell quite womanly ... quite odorous." "Do you like the way they smell rickiee? Do you wish mine had smelled like that?" "Yes Mistress ... I do like the way they smell. I like the ways yours smelled as well. I guess I like the way any worn panties smell, Mistress Alayne" I shamefully admitted. "Ok, so ... rickiee ... if I were to guess ... I would guess you have smelled your wife's panties before. I would have to guess that you probably had thoughts of smelling your daughters, but didn't have the guts to do it. Am I right, rickiee?" I stood there holding my wife's panties, my cock twitching in my daughter's panties and not knowing what to answer. "Rickiee, don't make me force an answer from you." "Mistress Alayne ... yes ... the truth is that I have smelled my wife's panties before. I have gone so far as to touch my daughter's panties, but never did anything with them. It just felt too taboo" I further admitted shamefully. "So, then ... little boy rickiee ... girlie-boy rickiee ... you've worn your wife's panties before. You've masturbated in them as well, isn't that true, rickiee?" I could lie all I want, but the truth is ... she knew me ... she knew what I was ... what I did. She knows who and what I am. It was painful to confront the reality. Through it all, my little clittie shrunk ... just leaving a wet spot as a reminder of my excitement. "So, do you think I should punish you in my house, or should I punish you here ... in your bedroom ... the place where you fuck your wife. The place of your intimate relationship with your wife?" she asked. "Uh ... oh god Mistress Alayne ... if I must be punished ... it shouldn't be here" I barely managed to answer. She looked me straight in the eyes. "Maybe we should punish you in Carissa's bedroom. How about that rickiee ... being punished in your daughter's bedroom. On her bed ... the place she most likely masturbates thinking about her boyfriend. Punish you, dressed in her clothes ... on her bed ... you little pathetic bad boy?" "No Mistress Alayne ... the punishment should be in your house." I tried to persuade her, but she saw right through me. "Ok, then here it is. We will start the punishment in your bedroom ... on top of your wifey's soiled underwear, then we will finish it in Carissa's bedroom" she said it a very mean and cocky voice. Oh my god, I thought ... I am going to be punished in my wife's room ... in my daughters room ... oh my god ... how humiliating. "Put your wife's panties over your head and kneel on the floor. I have to run home for a few minutes to bring back some supplies ... some very badly needed supplies. You just kneel here ... smelling your wife's panties ... and contemplate the shame and humiliation you will shortly experience." With that she left. I felt my cock begin to harden again. Minutes went by; they felt like forever ... but at the same time, like no time had gone by at all. Strange, very ... very strange and disconcerting. Mistress Alayne came back. I looked at her through the leg openings of my wife's panties. Her nipples were rock hard in her tight tee shirt. She had an overnight back over her shoulder. "You find me attractive don't you rickiee? You would probably love to have sex with me ... you would undoubtedly love to lick and adore my pussy. Maybe if you're a good little girlie-boy ... maybe ... maybe ... just maybe ... I will let you satisfy me. None of this is about satisfying you ... do you understand?" "Yes Mistress Alayne ... I understand." "You may get some pleasure out of your desire to pleasure me, but no sexual release will be allowed unless I specifically order you to ... and only upon my orders will you ever have an orgasm. Understood?" "Yes Mistress Alayne ... I understand." "Get up on your bed ... on top of your wife's soiled clothes. I need to inspect your prostate. Little boys like you need to have your prostate gland examined from time to time. By massaging your prostate, I can relieve you of your pent up sperm, without giving you the satisfaction of an orgasm. We must keep your little prostate healthy, after all" she giggled as she said it. Oh my god, she was going to shove her finger into my ass. Not even my doctor has done that to me. I got up on the bed, on all fours. I felt Mistress pull Carissa's panties halfway down my thighs. "I have to put these latex gloves on ... we must do everything very clean. I am going to lubricate my finger so I can easily slide it into your asshole ... so I can massage your prostate" she explained. She walked behind me and I felt her fingertip press against my asshole. How degrading! How humiliating! My young, sexy next door neighbor is about to penetrate my asshole with her finger. My virgin ass has never been penetrated ... "Ughhhhh" I moaned as she very unceremoniously invaded my asshole. I felt her wriggle her finger around then I felt it encounter my prostate. She pressed on it ... and it was not a totally unpleasant experience. It was nice, but the feeling of her finger in my asshole was uncomfortable. She moved around and around. I could feel her finger pressing and moving. It was mortifying. It was humiliating. It was embarrassing. Then I felt something ooze to the tip of my cock. I felt it ooze out of the tip of my cock. I was oozing cum. Oh my god ... I was oozing cum from the finger pressing inside my asshole. Mistress Alayne grabbed my cock and rubbed her finger around the opening in my cock. "Haaa haaa haaaaaaa, little boy ... your boy cum is oozing out. Your Mistress is expressing the boy cum from your prostate." The feeling went from uncomfortable but somewhat pleasing ... to uncomfortable. My prostate was beginning to ache from her ministrations. I looked down and saw a puddle of my cum on my wife's soiled clothes. I could see a string of cum oozing from the tip of my penis down to the pool of cum on the bed. I felt it continuing to ooze out. "Enjoying this, little boy?" "No Mistress ... it feels quite uncomfortable." "GOOD. Some men enjoy it ... others find it unpleasant. I hope you find it unpleasant because that way I can relieve you of your girlie-boy cum, without you getting any enjoyment." A huge puddle formed as it soaked into my wife's slip and panties that were directly beneath it. It was a very large amount ... it looked like I had cum ... but there was no orgasm. "Now that I have you somewhat emptied ... and your asshole nicely lubricated, let's go to Carissa's bedroom to finish this session." I knew better than to argue. "Let's pull those panties up so that you don't leak all the way down the hall into Carissa's bedroom "she said as she pulled the panties up. I felt the wetness between my ass cheeks and the wetness that immediately formed in my daughter's panties. Mistress Alayne grabbed onto the panties that were still on my head, and led me down the hall to Carissa's bedroom. "Up on the bed, little man ... little boy ... little girl .... Just what the fuck are you?" she mocked. She stood beside me as she reached into her bag. She pulled out a strap on dildo. Oh my god, I've seen them in porn movies and magazine, but never in person. It was black with a flesh colored cock ... a quite large flesh colored cock. "Haaa haaaa haaaaa haaaaaaa ... I have a bigger cock than you ... little boy!" she mocked. She fastened the straps then reached into her bag again. She pulled out a condom. "Why don't you roll it on my cock, little boy. Surely your wife has unrolled one on your puny little cock ... now you can know what it feels like to be a girl. You want to be a girl ... don't you rickiee" she asked. She handed me the condom as I opened the packet and pulled out the condom. She brought the rubber cock close so I could unroll the condom on it. "Pretty soon I'm going to be thrusting that into your asshole. Did you ever have anal sex with a woman, rickiee ... if you did ... soon you will know exactly what it felt like." She looked at me ... "well, did you?" she asked. "No Mistress ... I have never had anal sex with a woman." I quietly answered. "How about a man ... did you ever have anal sex with another man ... or maybe another man dressed in panties ... or both of you in panties?" "No Mistress Alayne." "Don't take that tone with my little boy! I'm just trying to figure out what makes you tick, little girlie boy!" "I find it totally plausible ... that a little boy like you ... prone to wearing and sniffing girls' panties ... probably does fantasize about being with another pantyboy." She really hit a nerve. How does she know me so well? I have fantasized about being with another man, dressed in panties ... both of us in panties. I certainly have been bi-curious. I never had the nerve to test it, though. "How about thoughts about being with other pantyboys? You ever wish you could be with another pantyboy?" I didn't answer. She smacked my ass hard. "Well, little rickiee ... I guess your lack of an answer is, in and of itself, an answer. So, you would love to suck another man's clittie, rickiee? Maybe have him shove his girlie cock up your ass, and you shove yours up his? Maybe a little 69 ... with both of you in panties ... licking each others clitties till they squirt?" I closed my eyes. I knew I had to answer ... but I couldn't admit it out loud. "So, that's an affirmative to those questions as well, huh rickiee. Wow, you are really a perverted little boy, aren't you?" With no preparation, she jammed the rubber dick into my asshole. I screamed from the pain. She pushed it all the way in until I could feel her thighs on the back of mine. It felt like that rubber cock was going to come out of my throat. Then she pulled back, as I felt it retreat from the depths of my bowels. Immediately, she thrusted it back in. "How do you like being fucked on your daughter's bed, rickiee? I wonder if Carissa allows her boyfriend to fuck her anally? How do you like being violated in your little girl's bedroom? I wish I had a picture of you ... your wife's panties on your head, your daughters panties half way down your thighs ... and your Mistress fucking you up the ass with a strap on cock!" she exclaimed. In and out, in and out ... over and over ... that rubber cock invaded my asshole. I felt my cock dribble my prostate juice again. She laughed and laughed as she rammed that cock deep into my bowels. Spanked by His Neighbor Ch. 02 "Ever think my domination of you will ever end rickiee? Do you wish it would, or maybe... just maybe ... are you wishing that it never ends?" she asked with a wicked giggle. More coming ... the continuing domination of pantyboy rickiee!!! Spanked by His Neighbor "Yes Mistress Alayne ... I am sorry! "As well you should be, little boy ... I mean ... little girl. Just imagine what your wife would think if she saw you now. Imagine what your daughter would think ... if she saw you now." As I thought about what she just said, it made me feel bad. "Ok, rickiee, let's get upstairs to the bedroom. That is where you will be spanked." As we prepared to leave the room, Mistress Alayne removed her bra. She was naked and followed me as we left. "You walk up the stairs ahead of me. I want to watch your ass as you walk up ... one last time before I turn it beet red." She said with a firm voice and a giggle. I walked up the stairs and I could feel her eyes all over me. I couldn't get over the fact that this young woman, barely older than my daughter has me in such a predicament. "Walk down to the end of the hall, and turn right into the bedroom at the end." She instructed. I walked down the hall and turned into the bedroom. I saw, besides the normal bedroom furniture, an armless high back chair in the middle of the room on a piece of carpet with a tall mirror off to the side of it. There was also a large mirror on the wall across from the chair. Mistress Alayne sat in the chair after she closed the door to the room. There was a camera mounted above the door. "I video every spanking ... every event that happens in this room. That video will never be shared with anyone; it is for my pleasure and for me record. If you were to make some allegation against me, it is recorded so I can prove whatever I need to prove." I didn't like that idea. I could be blackmailed forever, but I was not really in a position to negotiate. I knew her answer would be, "then go, I will tell Sandy and your daughter about your little panty situation in my laundry room." "Ok, little girlie boy rickiee ... get over my knees. Make sure that little clittie cock of yours is between your body and my thighs. You had better not leak or cum on me, or you will be sorry." She said with a giggle. I could see myself in the mirror. Lying naked across her thighs, her lime green panties on my head. I could see her legs, her bare feet and her small firm breasts. I felt my clittie cock harden. "You're a sick little boy, rickiee. I feel you getting excited." Then I felt her hand smash down on my ass. It caught me by surprise and I have never been spanked ... ever. It hurt then it burned. Another smack landed on the other cheek. She waited long enough between spanks to let the feeling sink in. Spank, again. It hurts worse when she spanked a cheek that had already been spanked. "We are going to start off with 50, rickiee. I want you to be a good little boy and count each one, out loud. If you miss a count, that spank won't count and it will be repeated. Make the mistake too many times, and we will start over. Do you understand me, little boy?" She didn't wait for an answer. SPANK! I said "one". "Oh, you want to start at one, that's fine ... stupid little boy girl!" she said with a cockiness. SPANK! "Two" SPANK! "Three" That went on for 47 more spanks. I was crying before it was all over. I tried, as hard as I could, not to cry ... but it got to the point where I couldn't help myself. I was so embarrassed ... to be brought to tears by a young woman. "Stand up, rickiee and turn your back to me ... so I can see if I did a good job!" I stood up slowly and she pulled her panties off my head. "You leaked on my thighs, you pathetic little girl. Kneel down and lick your juice off my thighs ... and be quick about it." She spread her thighs for me to get between and lick. I couldn't help but see the magnificent slit of her pussy in front of me. It was wet and swollen. She was getting off on this. I quickly licked my precum juice off her thighs. I could smell the musky smell of her vagina ... I knew it was the smell of an excited woman. I didn't say a word. "I think I want to see what you look like in my little panties. Go get those lime green panties and put them on" she ordered. I was red with embarrassment. I wanted to rub my swollen sore ass so badly. I complied with her demand. I picked up the panties and bent over to put them on. "Hold on, I think I will put them on you" she quickly added. She walked over and grabbed the panties from my hand and knelt down. "Lift you foot and put them through the leg opening in these panties." Both feet were put in and the panties were pulled up. It was so embarrassing to have her pull her panties up on me. They were damp from my tears as she pulled them up and into place. She fed my clittie into them the best she could. "If you find panties so exciting, then why are you soft, little boy?" she asked with a giggle. "Mistress Alayne ... well ... my ass is so sore and I am so embarrassed ... I guess I am limp" I explained. "Or is it that you are a little, pathetic, sissy-boy who can't control his arousal or is it you can't get it up when you need to ... just when it's inconvenient!" That was mean. She is attacking my manhood and enjoying it. "I suppose, Mistress Alayne ... I suppose I am a worthless girlie-boy." I responded "Don't be a smart ass with my, little boy! You're fucking around with the wrong person." She yelled. I could feel a trickle of precum ooze out into the panties. It was instantly noticeable on the front of the panties ... the way she had my clittie pushed into the panties ... up and to the side ... the gooey precum glistened on the sheer green material. "Well, you may not be hard, but you are surely excited. What are we going to do about that, rickiee?" she inquired. "What do you mean, Mistress Alayne ... " I asked "Are you stupid, I asked you a simple question ... what are we supposed to do about your leaking clittie cock?" "I just don't understand what it is you are asking me." I replied She lifted her leg and kicked me in the balls. "You forgot something, asshole" she said. When I got my wind back and the pain subsided ... I said ... "Sorry Mistress Alayne ... I forgot to call you Mistress Alayne." "That's better. You forget a few times and suffer the consequence ... you won't forget " she said. "I think your Mistress wants to watch you masturbate that leaky clittie cock. Mistress wants to see you squirt your little girlie liquid" Oh my god. Masturbate in front of her. I don't even talk about masturbation with my wife ... and she expects me to masturbate in front of her. I didn't know what to say or do. It was obvious that I wouldn't have a choice. Her nipples were long and hard. They looked magnificent on her small, tight tits. She casually reached down and ran her finger through her wet, puffy slit. "I got excited spanking you, rickiee." She took her wet finger and rubbed it under my nose. I could smell her sex. It was like it held the secret to making me her slave. The smell and the excitement made me want to do anything ... anything at all to please her. "Lie on the bed, and jerk off ... NOW!!!!!!" I walked over to the bed and laid on my back. My ass was stinging terribly. Laying on it made it worse. I closed my eyes and fingered my nipples as I gently rubbed my clittie through the panties. "Open your eyes, and look at your Mistress ... the Mistress that you adore ... and masturbate for me ... looking at me the whole time" she demanded. My clittie began to harden. I looked at Mistress Alayne and her very sexy body ... the room smelled from sex and I was full of anticipation ... almost drunk from the smells. I rubbed my clittie and nipples. It didn't take long ... and I exploded in her panties. My cum oozed out through the sexy, sheer material. "That feel good, little boy?" she asked. "Yes Mistress Alayne... it felt very good." "Tell your Mistress why it felt so good." "It felt good, Mistress Alayne ... because I came." "Stupid little shit" she replied With that, she picked up a leather whip that was lying on a table and brought it down over my chest. "Tell your Mistress, little boy ... why it felt so good." I was in a panic, and a lot of pain. That whip hurt, my ass was stinging and burning ... what was I supposed to say? "It felt good, Mistress Alayne ... because ... uhm ... uh ... well ... because it ... oh ... because it brought you pleasure for me to obey you?!" "That was a much better answer, little boy. How about if your Mistress dresses you up like a little girl. Put you in pretty panties, little bra, stocking and a dress. I think that will be our next session together." She said. Next session, I thought to myself? What next session. "What's going through you head ... let me guess ... you're wondering what the next session is, right?" To be continued.