by Zebsaid
The Chaffing Dishes
I’m a 32 year-old woman who lost her husband Brian five years ago in car accident. After his death, I found it too difficult to stay in our home so I got a transfer from my job and moved to a nice community on the outskirts of a large mid-western city. While my neighbors were friendly, I basically buried myself in my job. About a year a ago a young couple moved into the condo below me. We shared a garage and open patio alcove so it was a natural for us to get to know one another better.
Susan was a muscular 36 year-old therapist and Glenn was a slender investment analyst six years her younger. Although she had jet black hair, I affectionately called them “Ken & Barbie.” “Only if Barbie had a wicked twin sister,” Susan often quipped. In many ways, she was my exact opposite, spunky, spontaneous and openly sexy. She talked me into taking morning power walks with her and getting out more socially.
To that end, I recently hosted a Sunday dinner party for some work friends for which Susan lent me her chaffing dishes. The party was quite a success and I decided to do the unthinkable and take the next day off to clean up. It was a beautiful sunny day and by mid-morning I had everything under control. After seeing the French doors to her kitchen open slightly, I decided to return the chaffing dishes to Susan and thank her for pushing me to throw the party.
But nothing could prepare me for what I saw as I descended the stairs and turned toward her open door. I was about to blurt out her name when I saw Susan sitting on a kitchen chair wearing a pink Teddy with her nude husband laid over her knees. Although the curtains were drawn on the doors, they were open just enough to afford me an unencumbered view of their kitchen. My initial gasp was drown out by the sound of Susan’s hand landing on Glenn’s bare bottom. “I planned all <spank, slap> week for us take today off <splat, whack>” she scolded as her right hand descended, “and you <slap, whack> accept a golf date with your buddies?<spank, spank, spank, spank>
It had been years since I had seen a man nude and I found myself more than a little aroused seeing my neighbor’s naked form. Glenn was more athletic looking than I gave him credit for with a strong back, muscular thighs and very cute pinchable behind that jumped like the hindquarters of a horse every time his wife landed another spank. Susan alternated between short stinging slaps with her fingers and full-handed blows moving from the fleshy center of his bottom to his balls. From one cheek to the other.
After about another minute of spanking and chastising Glenn, she stopped and pulled her Teddy off over her head. I could see the muscles in her shoulders and arms flex as she lowered her perfect 36C breasts onto Glenn’s back and dragged them from his bottom to his neck. “See what you’re going to miss naughty boy,” she cooed in his ear, as she continued to spank. “Do you like being over my knee and having your bare little bottom spanked, hmmm?” “Next time I should spank you in front of all your friends. Pull down your pants, put you over my…” Suddenly she appeared angered and began raining spanks mercilessly across his reddening bottom. “You better rub that thing on my thigh because that’s the only relief your going to get Mister!
The tone of her voice frightened me and I quietly pulled back from the door and crept up the stairs to my apartment to the fading sound of Susan’s hand slapping Glenn’s ass. I laid down on my couch and tried to put the whole thing out of my mind, but within minutes I had pealed down my shorts and panties and began to fondle myself. I closed my eyes and saw Glenn’s taut buttocks jiggling with each slap and I imagined him entering me. I opened my shirt and pushed my bra up so I could rub my hard nipples.
Suddenly, I wondered what it would be like to be in his place having my bottom warmed by my powerful sexy friend and I came for the first time in years. My body quivered and my ears popped as I slid onto the floor. I stripped and looked at myself in the mirror – 5’4″, 110 lbs, 34B-26-35, short brown hair, I’ve been described as perky. I looked at my ass before giving two hard swats to my left cheek. I heard the garage door open and Glenn yell that he’d be back by eight. Standing there naked I wondered if he, or anyone else, could see me from my bedroom window.
After lunch, I got up enough nerve to call Susan and ask if I could return the dishes. Sure, she said asking me to come by around four for drinks and dinner. I arrived with a large bottle of Merlot and some leftover snacks from my party. Susan commented about my purple halter top and green short-shorts, but seemed glad to see me. “Glenn and I were supposed to spend the day together,” she said pouring two full glasses of wine, “but I got my period and I’m just not in the mood. So I told him to go play golf. Best laid plans, eh?”
We chatted about work, party recipes and had a few more glasses of wine. We were giddy, borderline tipsy, when Susan leaned over and looked me right in the eye. “So now you know our little secret,” she said. Startled by her accusation, I stammered and denied knowing what she was talking about. “When I whispered to Glenn you were watching us, he got so turned on he blew his load right there,” she said with a laugh. Again I denied being there and made up some story about shopping this morning. “Katie I saw you standing there!” she barked, slamming her hand on the table. “My God I almost asked you in, Glenn would’ve loved that. You know, I’ve spanked him more than a couple of times for spying while you were sunbathing.”
Nervously, I finished my drink and said I had to go. “What’s the matter, neighbors too kinky for you?” Susan asked grabbing my arm. “I bet you went back upstairs and did yourself, didn’t you?” “I, I don’t really understand what you’re talking about, I think I should go now,” I said trying to twist away. “Lying bitch, at least admit it,” she said gripping me tighter. “You’re the one who really deserves a spanking!” she said eyeing me cruelly. “You wouldn’t dare,” I said breathlessly, “would you?”
Without speaking a word, Susan dragged me toward the stairs to her bed room. Halfway up, I broke loose. But before I could turn and run she had grabbed my halter and pulled it around my neck. Susan tweaked my exposed breasts draining all the fight out of me and I obediently allowed myself to be pulled into her bedroom like a dog on a leash. “Like to watch spankings?” she taunted, pulling a chair away from her make-up dresser. “Well I have a nice full length mirror here for you to watch yours!” Susan positioned the chair perfectly in front of the large oval mirror while holding me in a headlock with her other arm.
Her free hand brushed across my nipples and slowly unbuttoned my shorts as she ridiculed me. “Bad little girls who lie deserve to go over my knees and have their bare bottoms spanked,” she hissed tugging my shorts to my ankles. I managed to keep my panties on as I fell backwards onto her bed. Susan pulled her T-shirt and panties off. Her 5’9″ chiseled frame towered over me. “Should I make you beg?” she asked. With tears in my eyes, I nodded no and meekly let her lead me back to the chair. Susan raised one leg on the chair and in a single motion swept me over her knee.
Legs dangling helplessly, I held onto the back of the chair for support as a watched her quickly lower and remove my panties. Susan ran her fingers between my legs and marveled at my wetness. She rubbed my lips together like two coins as she promised to redden my Lilly-white bottom. “Just admit your lies and you’ll get what you want,” she said softly patting each cheek.
And so finally I did. I admitted I lusted after Glenn, masturbated this morning and that I never gave my husband Brian the open sex and desire he yearned for before it was too late. Susan tightened her grip around my waist as the first stinging slaps found their target. Tears welled up as I watched my cheeks jiggle and bounce with each spank. As the sharp bite of her slaps reddened to a warm glow, I was at peace once again after all these years.