Bam! Bam! Bam!
Jen jumped at the sudden noise, spilling her coffee down the front of her pale blue night shirt.
"Dammit", Jen muttered to herself as she grabbed a kitchen towel on her way to the front door. Looking down, as she opened the door, Jen continued to dab at the front of her night shirt.
"Here!"
Jen suddenly had a little Yorkie-Poo dog shoved into her arms, causing her to look up for the first time. In front of her stood a tall man, a little over six feet tall and powerfully built. His dark brown hair was very short on top and almost completely shaved on the sides, a classic military style hair cut. Piercing blue eyes pinned Jen to the spot, like a scared rabbit confronted by a large snake.
"Keep your yappy little dog outta my yard, or else." the man stated before turning to walk away.
"Sorry," Jen said as the squirming dog tried to lick Jen's face. "It's my sister's dog; I'm just dog sitting for a few days. Won't happen again."
"See that it doesn't. Understood?" the still anonymous man said sternly. By his tone of voice it was easy to tell that this man was used to giving orders and having them obeyed.
Jen watched the man walk toward the red brick house right next door and go inside.
"What a jerk!" she thought to herself and went back to finish her coffee.
Jen went about her day and thought nothing more about the rude next door neighbor. The next morning she stood at the patio doors, watching Mr. Piddles wander around her back yard intent on finding someplace to do his business. Wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe, and not much else, Jen sipped her coffee and let her mind wander.
Mr. Piddles' frantic barking brought Jen out of her thoughts of ice blue eyes looking into her soul. Jen saw that Mr. Piddles had locked sights on a big grey cat that was strolling across the neighbor's back yard. Before Jen could call the dog back, Mr. Piddles had started running straight for the cat.
"Crap!" Jen exclaimed, as she started to run after the dog. She had almost caught up with Mr. Piddles when the blasted dog ran under the large deck at the back of the house. Only about 8 inches above the yard, there was no way Jen would be able to crawl under the deck to retrieve her sister's dog. But still she tried and that was when she heard a man's deep voice behind her.
"Now that is how I should always see you," Derek said. "Ass up and shoulders down."
Jen froze in place for a second, mentally cringing. Trying to regain a bit of dignity, she slowly pulled her head out from under the deck and stood up. She turned to look at Derek with a ready apology on her lips but the scowl on his face left her speechless.
"What did I tell you about keeping your yappy dog out of my yard?"
With that as her only warning, Jen suddenly found herself being dragged, by the wrist, onto the deck and towards one of the deck chairs. Derek sat on one of the chairs and pulled Jen across his lap, throwing the hem of her robe up and over her buttocks in the process. Pinned under his left arm, Jen tried to kick and scream...anything to get away.
WHACK!
Ignoring her screams, Derek's large hard hand was relentless as it beat her naked ass cheeks to a bright cherry red. Jen's ass felt like it was on fire! After a lifetime, or so it seemed, Jen's screams turned to sobs and she stopped kicking. Derek slapped her ass one last time, which only resulted in a whimpered sob. Derek took this as his cue to massage Jen's ass cheeks. Derek allowed himself a self satisfied smile as he felt the heat radiating off the pert ass that lay across his lap.
Jen's sobs slowed to a stop as she felt a curious warmth spread from her ass through the rest of her body. Her ass still hurt, but it was slowly changing into a good kind of hurt. Jen couldn't believe it. She'd always found the whole idea of spanking to be repulsive, yet here she was beginning to be turned on by having her ass paddled like a naughty school girl. She could feel a distinctive And, if she wasn't mistaken, there was a growing erection under her.
Derek pulled Jen's head up, by her hair, while sliding his middle finger up and down her ass crack at the same time. A big grin spread across his face as he felt how wet her pussy had gotten.
"You got a name, little girl?" he asked.
"Jen." she muttered.
"You learn your lesson?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" he asked.
"What?' Jen risked a glance over her shoulder at him.
"Whenever I ask you a question, you will respond with Yes, Sir. Am I understood?"
Jen shivered and mumbled "Yes, Sir."
WHACK!
Derek gave her another hard smack across the ass. Jen screeched at the sudden sharp blow.
"What was that, little girl? Speak up."
"Yes, Sir!"
"Good girl."
Derek released his hold on Jen and abruptly stood up, dumping her on the floor of the deck. Standing over Jen, Derek adjusted his pants and stepped past her and scooped up Mr. Piddles. He dropped the dog onto Jen's abdomen as she lay there, still trying to get her bearings.
"Keep that dog out of my yard," he said sternly. "Unless you want another spanking."
Jen jumped at the sudden noise, spilling her coffee down the front of her pale blue night shirt.
"Dammit", Jen muttered to herself as she grabbed a kitchen towel on her way to the front door. Looking down, as she opened the door, Jen continued to dab at the front of her night shirt.
"Here!"
Jen suddenly had a little Yorkie-Poo dog shoved into her arms, causing her to look up for the first time. In front of her stood a tall man, a little over six feet tall and powerfully built. His dark brown hair was very short on top and almost completely shaved on the sides, a classic military style hair cut. Piercing blue eyes pinned Jen to the spot, like a scared rabbit confronted by a large snake.
"Keep your yappy little dog outta my yard, or else." the man stated before turning to walk away.
"Sorry," Jen said as the squirming dog tried to lick Jen's face. "It's my sister's dog; I'm just dog sitting for a few days. Won't happen again."
"See that it doesn't. Understood?" the still anonymous man said sternly. By his tone of voice it was easy to tell that this man was used to giving orders and having them obeyed.
Jen watched the man walk toward the red brick house right next door and go inside.
"What a jerk!" she thought to herself and went back to finish her coffee.
Jen went about her day and thought nothing more about the rude next door neighbor. The next morning she stood at the patio doors, watching Mr. Piddles wander around her back yard intent on finding someplace to do his business. Wrapped in a fluffy bathrobe, and not much else, Jen sipped her coffee and let her mind wander.
Mr. Piddles' frantic barking brought Jen out of her thoughts of ice blue eyes looking into her soul. Jen saw that Mr. Piddles had locked sights on a big grey cat that was strolling across the neighbor's back yard. Before Jen could call the dog back, Mr. Piddles had started running straight for the cat.
"Crap!" Jen exclaimed, as she started to run after the dog. She had almost caught up with Mr. Piddles when the blasted dog ran under the large deck at the back of the house. Only about 8 inches above the yard, there was no way Jen would be able to crawl under the deck to retrieve her sister's dog. But still she tried and that was when she heard a man's deep voice behind her.
"Now that is how I should always see you," Derek said. "Ass up and shoulders down."
Jen froze in place for a second, mentally cringing. Trying to regain a bit of dignity, she slowly pulled her head out from under the deck and stood up. She turned to look at Derek with a ready apology on her lips but the scowl on his face left her speechless.
"What did I tell you about keeping your yappy dog out of my yard?"
With that as her only warning, Jen suddenly found herself being dragged, by the wrist, onto the deck and towards one of the deck chairs. Derek sat on one of the chairs and pulled Jen across his lap, throwing the hem of her robe up and over her buttocks in the process. Pinned under his left arm, Jen tried to kick and scream...anything to get away.
WHACK!
Ignoring her screams, Derek's large hard hand was relentless as it beat her naked ass cheeks to a bright cherry red. Jen's ass felt like it was on fire! After a lifetime, or so it seemed, Jen's screams turned to sobs and she stopped kicking. Derek slapped her ass one last time, which only resulted in a whimpered sob. Derek took this as his cue to massage Jen's ass cheeks. Derek allowed himself a self satisfied smile as he felt the heat radiating off the pert ass that lay across his lap.
Jen's sobs slowed to a stop as she felt a curious warmth spread from her ass through the rest of her body. Her ass still hurt, but it was slowly changing into a good kind of hurt. Jen couldn't believe it. She'd always found the whole idea of spanking to be repulsive, yet here she was beginning to be turned on by having her ass paddled like a naughty school girl. She could feel a distinctive And, if she wasn't mistaken, there was a growing erection under her.
Derek pulled Jen's head up, by her hair, while sliding his middle finger up and down her ass crack at the same time. A big grin spread across his face as he felt how wet her pussy had gotten.
"You got a name, little girl?" he asked.
"Jen." she muttered.
"You learn your lesson?"
"Yes."
"Yes, what?" he asked.
"What?' Jen risked a glance over her shoulder at him.
"Whenever I ask you a question, you will respond with Yes, Sir. Am I understood?"
Jen shivered and mumbled "Yes, Sir."
WHACK!
Derek gave her another hard smack across the ass. Jen screeched at the sudden sharp blow.
"What was that, little girl? Speak up."
"Yes, Sir!"
"Good girl."
Derek released his hold on Jen and abruptly stood up, dumping her on the floor of the deck. Standing over Jen, Derek adjusted his pants and stepped past her and scooped up Mr. Piddles. He dropped the dog onto Jen's abdomen as she lay there, still trying to get her bearings.
"Keep that dog out of my yard," he said sternly. "Unless you want another spanking."