When Estelle answered the door shortly before noon on the First of November to find Bruce, her neighbours' college-aged son, standing on her doormat, she had to swallow a gasp and did her best to keep her face neutral, though she felt a blush coming on.
The night before, she had been stumbling home from a long Halloween party when she suddenly felt an overpowering urge to relive the pranks of her youth. She decided to smash her neighbours' pumpkin lanterns, but she had been caught in the act by Bruce. Not quite recognizing her with her costume on, the boy had mistaken her for one of his younger sister's friends, and he had ended up taking her over his lap and spanking her for her vandalism. Despite being close to 40, Estelle had found herself squirming and sobbing over the knee of a boy half her age.
As she gazed up at the tall, athletic boy, she wondered if he had realized who he had run into the night before. If so, she had a very uncomfortable conversation ahead of her.
"Good morning, Estelle," Bruce said in his usual cheerful manner. Realizing that she didn't seem to know why he was there, he added:" You asked me to come over to help you with some online forms, right? Something you had to fill out before next weekend?"
Estelle breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn't here about last night after all. "Oh! I completely forgot! Sorry, I was at a party yesterday, and stayed out a little later than I intended, so it must have slipped my mind."
"That's OK," he said kindly. "Do you want me to look at it now, or should I come back later?"
"Oh, come in," she told him, stepping aside.
He sat down on the sofa, opening her laptop, while she inched down next to him, gently lowering her rear end down on the seat – her bottom was still sore from the treatment it had received the night before. He caught her wince. "Are you OK? Is something wrong?"
"I'm fine!" She tried to look like she meant it. "I slipped and fell down on my way home last night. I don't recommend trying to walk on heels after a few martinis." She did her best not to squirm while he was looking at her, no matter how much it hurt.
Once he was assured that she was OK, he returned his attention to her computer. He tapped away for a few minutes, searching through the website, before frowning. "Oh," he said. "I'm afraid that doesn't say the seventh of November. This should have been done in October. We could try sending them a message and ask if you can have an extension, but they probably won't respond before Monday – if that."
She groaned; she'd never liked dealing with paperwork, but dealing with the people you were supposed to hand in the paperwork to was even worse.
"I'll type an email and send it to them, but while we wait for a reply, we can prepare a draft of the form in case it's not too late. Do you have your membership number?" He glanced at her, realizing from her deer-in-the-headlights look that she probably didn't. He wasn't entirely able to hold back a sigh. "Right. You should have received a membership card when you joined, which has your number on it. Do you still have that?" He looked at her expression. "I see. Or maybe it's on your invoice? Do you receive paper invoices or electronic?"
"I… That's…." She paused. "Paper, I think."
He raised an eyebrow. "You think?" It was clear that he was still doing his very best to remain civil with the woman living next door to his parents. "Is it OK if I look through your email inbox? I can search for it there, while you go through your archive and see if there's a paper invoice there." He glanced at her. "You DO have an archive, don't you?"
"That's… well, I wouldn't call it a…" Her voice trailed off into silence.
"Right," he said, trying to keep up his usual cheerful manner. "Well, I've started a search in your inbox, so we'll hopefully find it there. Do you mind if I quickly use your bathroom while we wait?"
"Go ahead," she said, staring at the screen and praying they'd find the right email.
It was only when Bruce had closed the bathroom door behind him that Estelle remembered something which made her turn pale. The night before, when she returned home after her night out, she'd gone straight to the bathtub for a relaxing soak after the horrible spanking. She'd stripped straight out of her one-piece costume and let it fall to the floor – and she couldn't remember picking it up. As far as she knew, it was still there, and if it was, Bruce would definitely see it.Was there any chance that he WOULDN'T recognize the costume of the woman he'd taken over his lap and spanked to tears last night? Especially since he'd already seen her squirm on her sofa today?
Estelle rose to her feet; she saw no reason to sit on her sore rear when he wasn't even here. She began pacing back and forth, wondering what would happen when he returned. As the bathroom door opened, she did her best to keep a neutral expression, but the look of shock on his face made it clear that her prayers had gone unanswered.
He took a few steps in her direction. For a while, neither of them said anything, but then, he spoke. "So… Ashlee. Did you enjoy your party last night?"
She blushed. "I didn't… It wasn't –"
"A grown woman going around committing childish acts of vandalism," he said in a low, stern voice that made a cold shiver run down her back. "And when you're caught, you pretend to be a teenager."
"You assumed!" she protested. "That wasn't my fault!"
"You could have corrected me," he stated. "Instead, you gave me a fake name and began whining like a child." He shook his head and looked at her, seeming to come to a decision. "You need another spanking," he declared.
She stared at him. "What! Why!?"
"There's the vandalism and lying, but when I look at the mess you've made of your paperwork, I think you could benefit from a firm hand there as well. I guess it proves that age does not always bring maturity, does it?"
She bit her lip. Somehow, she found it incredibly hard to stand up to this boy. Maybe it was the fact that only a few hours ago, he had smacked her bottom until she was begging for mercy. "You can't spank me!" She'd hoped it would sound strong and defiant, but even to her own ears, it sounded like a whine.
He raised an eyebrow. "Really? I think I proved that wrong last night. Or are you saying I didn't spank you hard enough? Because I can certainly fix that."
"You already spanked me for the vandalism," she pointed out sullenly.
"At the time, I gave you a little girl's spanking, because that was what you were pretending to be." He grabbed her arm. "Now, you're going to receive a grown woman's punishment."
She made no attempt to resist as he led her over to the sofa. He sat down and began to unbutton and unzip her jeans. She could feel tears at the edges of her eyes as he pulled her trousers down to her knees, but she did her best to drive them back; she couldn't start crying already.
She soon found herself stretched over her own sofa, staring into the cushions with her bottom raised over his lap. His palm began to stroke the seat of her soft panties. She was wearing the pink pair with the cute cartoon bunnies on them; it was one of her favourite pieces of underwear, especially when she was slightly hung over, but right now, she wished she'd worn something more mature. They didn't help her argument that she was too old for a spanking.
The first few smacks landed on her bottom, and she yelped. Unsurprisingly, a spanking on an already-sore bottom turned out to be even more painful. "Ow! Stop it," she whined as his hand slapped down on her soft cheeks.
"You are going to take every spank you've earned, young lady," he scolded. "I suggest you don't try to earn any more of them."
She scowled. Young lady? From a boy barely old enough to shave? She wanted to give him a piece of her mind, but she managed to hold her tongue; she was not in a good position to be defiant right now.
"You need to learn some maturity and act your age," he lectured as he spanked her. "If you continue acting like a child, I will treat you like one. Understand?"
"Ouch! Yes, sir!" she squealed. Sir? Where had that come from? It had just felt right.
Again and again, his firm palm came smacking down on her sensitive seat, and she was soon squirming around and squealing. The tears were flowing freely, and she kicked her legs energetically.
The worst was yet to come, however. Suddenly, she felt his fingers in the waistband of her cute bunny panties. "Sir!?" she whimpered. "Please don't…"
"Bad girls are spanked on the bare bottom," he scolded. "I believe I told you that yesterday, didn't I?"
She was fairly certain that he hadn't used any words like that, but she didn't think it would be a good idea to correct him right now. Besides, as soon as he'd whisked her panties down to her knees, she needed all her breath to scream as the spanking resumed.
His hand moved from cheek to cheek, covering every inch of her bottom. When he focused on her sit spots, her howls became particularly loud, and her feet drummed against the sofa.
She bucked and bounced over his lap, sobbing as he tanned her backside soundly. This was the worst thing that had ever happened to her. Her bottom was burning as if she'd sat on the stove, and he was still spanking her as tirelessly as when he began. Surely he had to run out of energy soon?
Finally, the spanking ended. She was at last allowed to stand up, but when she tried to rub her poor bottom, he slapped her hands away. "Nose in the corner," he ordered, pointing. "You will stand there with your hands on your head and think about what you've done."
For a second, she considered arguing that she'd been punished enough, but she decided not to tempt fate. She wasn't certain that he wouldn't give her a third spanking, so she did as he had been instructed.
As she stood there, staring at her own wallpaper while her bottom burned, she heard him pick up a pen and click it.
"I'm going to write a list of things for you to prepare," he told her. "I'll be back here tomorrow afternoon, and we're going to look at the response to our email and hopefully finish the form." He paused. "Would you like to guess what will happen if any part of the list remains undone when I arrive tomorrow?"
"I'll get another spanking?" she whimpered.
"Good guess," he replied.
She sniffled as she stood in the corner, realizing that her life would never be quite the same after this.
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