"Well,” she said, “he had on a pair of elastic waist sweat pants, so I jerked them down, whirled him around so that he was bending over the end of my bed, and I began swatting the daylights out of him.” She stopped and giggled. “He never expected that, so I had gotten several good swats in before he even realized what happened. I think being bare bottom in front of his mother at that age was better discipline than the spanking. Much more embarrassing."
The story was too much for me and my orgasm erupted, the cum flowing out of the head of my cock and over my hand. As much as I tried, I couldn't keep the moan from coming out and being overheard by Alana.
"Daniel?"
"Yes … yes ma'am?"
"What just happened there?"
"I … um … I came. I'm sorry. I couldn't help it."
She chuckled.
"I know."
I was taken by surprise.
"You're not mad?"
"No, I'm not mad. I know young men get aroused easily."
"Thank you, ma'am,” I sighed my relief.
* * * *
As Alana and I got closer, our desire to meet increased. I felt like I knew every thing there was to know about her; from the color of her eyes to the first pet she had as a child. I told her everything about myself, not wanting to keep any thing from her. I had never wanted to be this close to anyone, not even girls my own age, and actually meeting in the flesh was the next step.
We decided to get together at a public shopping center at a popular coffee shop. I got there an hour ahead of time and made several trips to the men's room to check my hair and pop a breath mint, and was never really satisfied with a stray lock that kept falling down on my forehead.
I recognized her when she walked in the door. She was beautiful … poised … graceful … every thing a young man would want in an older woman. She had fluid curves, softened and rounded by time, and not sickeningly stick thin like most of the girls that I knew tried to be. She was dressed in a silk blouse, black skirt, high heels and stockings as if she were going to work, so I assumed our meeting was going to be a short one. I stood up and when she saw me, she smiled and walked straight to my table.
"Good morning, Daniel,” she said.
"Good morning, ma'am,” I replied, my heart beating so fast that I was sure that she could hear the thumping.
"I hope you didn't have to wait long."
"No ma'am, not long at all. May I get you some coffee?"
"Yes, please. Just a small decaf with one sweetener."
"I'll be right back with it."
I ordered myself a hot chocolate and came back to the table with the two cups.
"You're even prettier in person than you are in your pictures,” I told her.
She smiled.
"Thank you, sweetheart, that's very kind of you to say."
We chatted over our drinks for a while and then I asked her if she was going to work afterwards.
"No, I took the whole day off."
I was surprised.
"Oh, okay. You looked as if you were going to work."
She smiled.
"Well, if you will remember back a few weeks, you asked me to wear what I wear to work if we ever met. So now we are meeting and this is what I wear to work."
I chuckled. It was coming back to me then.
"I had a brain flicker, I guess."
"Or a testosterone surge,” she giggled.
I blushed.
"Could have been that too."
I gulped some of my hot chocolate.
"Alana,” I asked, “would you tell me the story of when you caught your youngest son and his friend skipping school?"
She laughed.
"Daniel, I've told you that story a hundred times."
"I know, but that was typing it or over the phone. Would you tell me in person now?"
She nodded her head and took a sip of coffee.
"He was in the tenth grade,” she began, “and thought he was grown. He was, in fact, much taller than me, but still had an adolescent mind. Anyway, I came home from work in the middle of the day and found he and his friend at our house playing video games. They were supposed to be in school."
"What did you do?” I asked, knowing full well what she did but wanting to hear the story again.
"I must have screamed, yelled, and scolded for half an hour,” she replied with a little laugh to herself, “and then I thought ‘this is going in one ear and out the other. These boys aren't even listening to me', so I took matters into my own hands and gave them both a spanking."
"How did you get boys that old to submit to a spanking?” I questioned.
"Well, I told the other young man that if he did not consent to a spanking, that I would call his parents and tell them what he had done. He was pretty worried that his father would take away his privileges and make him quit the football team."
"What about your own son?"