"Wow. Would you have really done it?"
"I'm not sure. I didn't think that far ahead. I just knew I needed to get control of the situation."
I squirmed in my seat.
"Go on with the story, please."
"Well, to make a long story short,” she continued, “I bent both the boys over my lap, one at a time of course, pulled their shorts and underwear down and blistered their naked bottoms with one of my wooden kitchen spoons."
"So they got spanked in front of each other?"
"Yes, they did."
"Did they ever skip school again?"
"Never."
"Did they ever bring up their spankings again?"
She chuckled.
"The other boy came to me a couple of years after they graduated, gave me a hug, and told me that me the spanking I gave him when he was a teenager probably was the best thing that could have happened to him. He's now a successful lawyer."
We caught up on some current events that were going on in our lives and then I finally had to ask the critical question.
"Did you drive your van today?"
"Yes I did."
I couldn't help twitching a little in my seat. She had told me how, when her sons were young, she had had a van, and if they acted up in a public place, she would promptly take that child to the back seat of the van and give him a bare bottom spanking. It didn't happen many times, she had told me, but just the mere thought of it made me tingle with jealousy. She drove a mini-van these days, no longer in need for a big van and carrying a carload of boys to baseball games.
"Daniel, why did you ask about my van?” she asked.
I bit my bottom lip.
"Do you remember telling me how you would spank your sons in the back seat if they misbehaved in public?"
"Yes."
I looked down and toyed with the spoon.
"Well, I was thinking that maybe we could sit in the back seat and talk some more."
A smile curled at the left side of her lips.
"Is talking all you want to do?"
I swallowed hard and nodded my head.
"Yes ma'am. I don't know if I have the nerve for anything more."
She reached in her handbag and pulled out a set of keys, then handed them to me.
"It's the blue and silver mini van at the end of the parking lot."
* * * *
Sitting next to her in the back seat of her van made me feel like I was ten years old again. I looked at her hands; small and delicate, and tried to picture them when they would be as hard as leather. I took a deep breath and asked the question that was on my mind.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes, Daniel?"
"May I lean over your lap, you know, fully clothed, just to see how it feels?"
She smiled.
"Yes, you may."
She slid over to the middle of the bench seat so that I had enough room on both sides of her lap. I hesitated at first.
"You can see if someone comes up, can't you?"
"Yes, I can see."
I gathered my nerve and eased myself over her knees. The warmth of her thighs came through the material of her skirt and I could feel it against my stomach. The position was embarrassing, especially for a man of my age, but at the same time, it was exciting and arousing. I felt her hands resting on the seat of my jeans. I felt my cock hardening. I knew she could feel it too.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes, Daniel?"
"Would you hand spank the seat of my jeans?"
"Yes I will."
I began feeling her hand swats on rump. It didn't hurt, but then, I did have the denim material between her hand and my skin.
"Ma'am?"
"Yes, Daniel?"
"Did you bring your hairbrush?"
"Yes, it's in my purse."
"Would you use your hairbrush on the seat of my jeans?"