Neighbour's Girl (F/m story)

Robert was standing in the corner, jeans and underwear around his ankles and hands on his head. He swallowed nervously as he thought about his girlfriend, sitting in the chair behind him, most likely with a scowl on her face. Sooner or later – he had no idea when – she would call him out of the corner, pull him over her knee and spank his bottom. From time to time he would hear her turning the page of the pocketbook she always brought out at times like this. But he knew she was keeping one eye on him, and should he dare move, he would regret it.

With nothing to do but think, his memories brought him back twelve years, to the bright spring day that a fourteen-year-old boy decided to sneak into his neighbour's house.


The neighbours had a girl, four years his senior, named Sarah. Robert had never known Sarah much growing up; the difference in age had been too great. But the last year or so, it had slowly dawned on Robert that a tall, blonde beauty was living less than thirty feet away.

From seeing the washing lines outside his neighbour's house, Robert knew that Sarah usually wore small, black panties, and quite sexy ones too. It was the thought of getting his hands on a pair of those panties that led him to sneak in through her window one day.

Since her parents were at the movies and Sarah herself was at a friend's house, there was little chance of getting caught, but he knew that the risk increased for every minute he spent there. He allowed himself a quick glance around the room before starting his search. Several bookshelves, with romance novels side by side with Physics textbooks. A few posters of bands he had never heard of. And a smell quite unlike anything he had experienced before. Sweetly feminine, yet strong.

He quickly went to the first drawer he could find. He opened it slowly, as if uncovering an old Egyptian treasure. The drawer was full of t-shirts. Not the treasure he had hoped for, so he moved on to the next drawer.

Shorts. Slightly more interesting, but not jackpot. He picked one of them up and felt it for a second.

The third drawer contained magazines. He was starting to get impatient. Were was this girl keeping her panties?

He looked around the room, and headed towards the wardrobe. He should have gone straight for it, he realized. He opened it, and examined the small drawers. The first one contained socks. In the second drawer, he found what he was looking for. He picked up the top one and closed the drawer. And now -

"What the hell do you think you're doing!?"

He spun around, suddenly face to face with the angry scowl of the girl whose room he had invaded.

There are not many things you can say to calm a girl down when she finds you in her room, clutching a pair of her panties, and Robert knew it. He decided to find an excuse, ANY excuse, but when he opened his mouth, nothing came out.

She leaned forward. "Robert, is it?" Sarah stepped forward, grabbing the hand holding the panties. "And what were you planning to do with THESE, brat?" He opened his mouth again, but she cut him off. "No, don't bother, I think I can imagine what you were planning to do with them." She grabbed his ear and dragged him over to the bed, were she sat down.

Robert suddenly realized that he was face down over her lap, and his fears were confirmed when the first smack landed against his jeans.

"Trying to sneak into my room to steal my panties, are you? Well, luckily, Sarah Miller knows EXACTLY how to get a boy to mind his manners." She started lecturing him as the smacks landed.

"You're a naughty little pervert, but trust me, by the time I'm through with you, you won't even THINK about doing something like this again!"

The smacks weren't too hard, especially over his jeans, but they were fast, and pretty soon, the sting was building up. Robert had been to shocked to protest before, but the pain soon brought him out of his trance.

"OW! Please, I didn't mean to, I -"

"Didn't mean to!? You didn't MEAN to break into my room? What, you just suddenly woke up in another house, brat? I don't think I believe that."

His bottom burning, Robert started kicking his legs, but Sarah was holding on to his torso, and was more than strong enough to keep him in place.

After what seemed to Robert to be an incredibly long time, but what was probably just a few minutes, Robert found himself standing up again. Relieved, his hands went back to rub the sting away, but Sarah just slapped them away.

"Oh no, we're far from done here."

She grabbed his ear again and dragged him over to the far corner of the room, were she quickly pulled down his trousers and underwear. Robert protested meekly, but Sarah slapped his bottom half a dozen times to teach him who was in charge.

"Now, you stand there with your nose in the corner until I say otherwise, with your hands on your head AT ALL TIMES, or trust me, you'll be sorry." She left the room.

Robert would later realize that nothing was keeping him in the room, and that he could have jumped back out the window and gotten away, but at the time, he was too intimidated by the tall girl with the piercing eyes and the stinging hand to even consider running.

Sarah was soon back in the room. Robert wanted to know why she had left, but he didn't dare turn around to look. After a few minutes, she asked him to turn around and face her.

In her hand, she was clutching a small, wooden object. A ping-pong paddle. If someone had told Robert that he would ever find the flimsy-looking object intimidating, he would have thought them mad, but at the moment, there was nothing he feared more in the world. "Please," he said as he backed into the wall, both hands clasping his bottom protectively. "You can't be thinking of -"

"Of what? Using this on you?" She held up the paddle. "Giving you a good a long spanking with this thing until you are crying your eyes out and promising to never, ever act like a disgusting little pervert again? That IS what I'm thinking of." She patted her lap. "Come over here."

Robert shook her head, trying desperately to back through the wall.

Her eyes narrowed. "You get over here this instant, young man!"

Robert waddled forward as quickly as he could with his jeans still around his ankles, and lowered himself over her thighs. She positioned him so that his bottom was as high as possible and his head was low to the ground, and started rubbing the paddle in circles around on his bottom.

"Now, I want you to ask me for this spanking."

"What?" He couldn't believe his ears.

"Ask me if I will spank you. And ask me nicely, you hear?"

Robert just stared up at her. She didn't expect him to -

"Or," she continued, "I could go get one of my father's belt, and you can get a dozen of that when I'm done with the paddle. Your choice."

Robert took a deep breath. "Please give me a good, hard spanking, Sarah."

"With pleasure," Sarah said and lifted the paddle.

The first stroke rang out like a gunshot, and was quickly followed by a scream from the red-bottomed teen. The second, third and fourth stroke soon followed. The paddle moved quickly, landing on one cheek, then the other. It didn't take long for Robert to break down crying.

By this time, Sarah had stopped lecturing him, trusting the paddle to speak for her. Robert wouldn't have heard a word she said anyway.

Robert kicked, he cried, he squirmed, he sobbed, and he pleaded, but nothing he did could stop the descent of the paddle or get him off Sarah's lap.

Finally, after what seemed like forever, Sarah laid the paddle down.

"Are you going to be a good boy from now on, Robert?"

"Y-yes," came the sobbing reply.

"Good."

Sarah helped the sobbing boy to his feet, and hugged him for a while: the punishment was over, and his crimes were forgiven. When he had calmed down, he eased into his jeans and left.


Robert was brought back to the present by the voice of his girlfriend telling him to turn around. Sarah was sitting on the bed, holding a ping-pong paddle and patting her lap. It wasn't the same paddle, of course; that one had been worn out and thrown away long ago. But there was still something nostalgic about the implement.

As Robert laid himself over her lap carefully, he thought about how strange life could be. Who would have guessed that their emotional first meeting would turn to friendship, and later, more? He only wished she would put away the paddle for good, but she said she would do that only when she felt he didn't need a good spanking once in a while.

Sarah patted his bottom lightly with the paddle. "Now young man, you know the drill. Ask me nicely."