Caught by the neigbour (F/m story)

The whole thing started with Jacob, by his window, gazing at the stars. He quite enjoyed staring at the little lights blinking so far overhead. This night, however, he found something else to draw his attention.

The closest neighbour of Jacob and his parents was Beth. Beth was around thirty years, and Jacob had always found her very attractive. She was a tall, shapely blonde with a nice smile and an even nicer body. Her bedroom window faced Jacob’s, but his was on the third floor; hers was on the first. Jacob had never given the window much thought; she kept the curtains closed most of the time, so there was rarely anything to see.

Tonight, however, was different.

Jacob realized three things as he looked down at his shapely neighbour’s window. First of all, that most of her clothes were at the floor, as she tried on outfit after outfit. Second, that he was too high up to get a good look at what was happening. Thirdly, that outside Beth’s window, there were some bushes that would give him a much better view. He hurried outside as quietly as he could, as to not wake up his parents.

When he got to the bushes, Jacob found to his surprise and joy that what little clothes Beth had been wearing, had joined the rest at the floor. Jacob was no stranger to the shadier sites of the web, and had seen quite a few girls wearing very little clothes, and hordes of girls wearing none at all. But he had found very little that could compete with his neighbour. She had the most wonderfully round, full bottom he had ever seen, and he could watch this all day.

After she had faced away from him for some time, looking into her closet, giving Jacob a perfect view of her rear end, she turned to pick up some clothes that was lying on the bed. Now, Jacob could view a triangular patch of hair that made his erection even larger. He lifted his gaze to concentrate on her breasts, but noticed something different; her eyes. They were large, blue and beautiful. They were cold, with just a hint of anger. And they were looking straight at him.

Beth leaned forward, opened the window a little, and whispered coldly to him; "Go inside the house and wait for me in the living room. NOW." The smile that always danced at her lips was gone, and Jacob didn’t even consider not doing as she asked.

Jacob had been standing in the living room for less than a minute when he heard Beth call to him to come into her bedroom. He was disappointed – though not surprised – to find that she had gotten dressed, in a black top and a pair of blue shorts. She was holding a large wooden bath brush, and Jacob could guess what it was for; she had been his babysitter more than once as he was growing up, and she had always used that bath brush for his punishments. His worst fears were realized when she told him to drop his pants.

“You can’t do that," he exclaimed in shock.

“Of course I can. But I will give you a choice: either you take your punishment from me, or we go over to your parents and tell them what happened."

He hesitated. “Do you mean that if I do as you say, you won’t tell them?" She nodded.
He thought about it. A quick spanking HAD to be better than the two weeks – if not more – of grounding his parents would give him.. He undid his jeans and pulled them down.

Beth gave him a reassuring smile as she pulled him over her knee. She then laid the bath brush at the table next to her, and put her hand on his briefs. “I will give you a warm-up spanking with my hand, then move on to the brush." With that, she started spanking.

Jacob was surprised and relieved by the mildness of the smacks. It stung a little, but it wasn’t too bad. He started congratulating himself on choosing the easier option. His relief must have been visible, because Beth said to him; “Jacob, this is a WARM-UP spanking. Of course it’s going to be light. You’re going to be a very sorry boy before I’m through."

She started picking up the pace, smacking harder and faster. Jacob felt a little heat building up, and started wriggling. Suddenly, her hand stopped smacking, and she started to pull down his briefs.

“Please, Beth, not on my bare bottom!"

“Jacob, please remember that when I’m punishing you, it’s Elizabeth, not Beth. GOOD boys get to call me Beth. And why shouldn’t I see your naked bottom? You certainly saw enough of mine."

With that, she continued the spanking, but harder and faster. Jacob was getting very uncomfortable, and started kicking his legs a little. He was relieved when she stopped smacking, until he felt the cold, hard wood of the bath brush rubbed against his bottom.

He wanted to beg for mercy, but he had no time to react before the brush lifted and landed on his bottom with a loud SMACK!

The sharp pain that he remembered from his childhood was back, and a loud “Ow!" escaped his lips. Elizabeth smacked fast, she smacked all over his bottom, and she smacked very, very hard. Pretty soon, Jacob was crying heavily as his bottom was turned from a light shade of pink to a dark shade of red. His kicking was so out of control that Elizabeth had to hold his legs between one of hers, to keep him from kicking off her lap.

When his bottom was bright red and he was sobbing uncontrollably, Elizabeth decided to stop the spanking. She moved him into a sitting position on her lap, and hugged him until he calmed down and stopped crying. As he stood up and started to get dressed, she told him; “I will keep my word, Jacob; I won’t tell anyone. But if I ever catch you outside my window again, this spanking will seem like a picnic compared to the one I’ll give you." He believed her.