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Rory and Jessica were a typical couple just starting out in life. They’d been high school sweethearts, both active in sports. Rory was into baseball and Jessica was on the volleyball team. They married right out of high school and rented an apartment.
A few years later, Jessica became pregnant and they decided it was time to get a place of their own. They searched the area but Rory was in the military and they didn’t have much money. Also, they didn’t want anything too big. If Rory was deployed, it would leave Jess to take care of the house and yard.
They found a home in our neighborhood. My wife and I had lived there for many years and we’d seen the neighborhood go through it’s cycle from new to worn and looking aged. Luckily, there had been new interest in the area since a change in military bases throughout the nation. Our base was one of the lucky ones and as more military families moved in the younger families started to revive the area.
Houses were looking good and the yards reflected a sense of pride in ownership. It was nice to see the neighborhood come back together, sharing picnics and block parties throughout the year. We knew Rory and Jess from these parties but we didn’t hang out as we were much older and they had many couples in their age group.
Jess had given birth to Mitchell Rory Jenkins, a boy who seemed to be very healthy and we watched him grow. When he started school, it was fun to see the young family living the dream. But Mitchell had just celebrated his ninth birthday when word spread that Rory, on his second deployment to Afghanistan, had been killed.
The neighborhood got together in support of Jess and Mitchell. My wife, Lana, treated Jess like a daughter, offfering comfort and support. Jess needed to get a job and she found work as a waitress in a local restaurant. The money wasn’t good - but it was all that was available.
Rory and Jess’s parents lived in another state and couldn’t help as much as they would have liked. They offered to help Jess relocate back home but she wanted to make it on her own and she had good friends around her.
It had been just over two years since Rory had died. Lana still spent time with Jess during the week or weekend if Jess needed help with something. Lana mentioned that Mitchell was becoming more and more rebellious, even getting in trouble at school. I remembered how disciplined he’d been with his father around. Even when Rory was on deployment, he’d been attentive to his chores and whatever his mother asked of him.
But in trying to console him and be his friend, Jess let parental discipline slip. Gradually, Mitchell seemed to become angrier and began bullying. After Lana mentioned this to me, I watched a little more closely, even sitting in the park where Jess took Mitchell to play.
I came home one day to find Lana on the phone and crying. Not sure what was happening, I held her close until she eventually hung up. Her mother had fallen and broken a hip. Her mother was stubborn, refusing to go into assisted living.
I agreed that Lana should live with her mother for a while, certainly until she was back to health and mobile. I would stay behind and take care of the house, maybe start preparing to sell should we need to move closer to her mother.
As I drove Lana to the airport, I said that I would fly out once a month to visit. I kissed her goodbye and, as she headed for security, she told me to watch our for Jess and Mitchell. Heading home, I pondered how I could get Mitchell turned around.
I thought the issue was really with Jess. She was trying too hard to be Mitchell’s friend and not the mother that he needed. I knew from experience that it’s great to be a parent and a friend to your children — but, when a choice has to be made, a parent’s discipline is usually what’s required. I set about a plan, aware that taking on a disciplinary role over Mitchell was out of the question. He was now thirteen years old and his anger was getting worse.
A couple of weeks later, on a Saturday, I decided to follow them to the park. Jess made a point of taking him there, even if he didn’t want to go. She didn’t work Saturdays and it was her time to get away from the house and enjoy the fresh air.
Mitchell was in shorts and T-shirt and Jess wore a short flowery sundress. I took a bench near to where Jess sat and Mitchell went off to play with the other kids. It didn’t take long for Mitchell to start acting up. Jess called him or scolded him many times. Eventually, I’d seen enough.
Standing at my bench, I bellowed, “Mitchell Rory Jenkins, front and center, now.”
All eyes turned in my direction as a shocked Mitchell took notice.
“Yes Sir,” was his response
“Young man, your attitude is unacceptable. Do you have any idea how many times your mother has called you or scolded you?”
“No Sir, I don’t.”
“A total of twenty-three times. This is unacceptable and you need to be punished.”
“My mom wouldn’t dare, and you’re not going to touch me,” he said in an almost mocking tone. “I’ll call the police.”
“You’re right, I wouldn’t dare touch you. Besides, your mother is the one who is responsible for you, and your behavior is partly due to her not providing any discipline since your father died.”
Jess was looking at me like I was crazy. She knew that I was right, though.
Mitchell said, “So, what are you going to do about it, old man?”
“What your mother should have been doing to you all along, providing discipline.”
With that I looked at Jess and said, “Jess, get over here now and get across my knee.”
Apprehensively, she stepped forward and Mitchell laughed. “What are you going to do, old man, spank her?”
“That’s exactly what I’m going to do. And you’re going to count to twenty-three for me. That’s for every time your mother tried to correct you. Do you understand me?”
Laughing, he said, “This will be great, watching you spank my mom.”
I lifted up her dress and yanked her panties below her butt cheeks. I heard the collective gasp from the crowd that had gathered. Obviously, they couldn’t believe what was happening.
As I raised my hand, I looked into Mitchell’s eyes and reminded him to count. The slap of my palm on her bare ass echoed around the park. Jess flinched as my hand landed squarely on her cheek. It was apparent that I didn’t paddle her as lightly as Mitchell might have thought.
Smiling, he counted. “One.”
Again my hand landed squarely on her ass, only harder this time. Jess screamed at the pain.
“Two,” Mitchell counted.
By the time that we reached five, Mitchell looked worried as his mother began to sob. At ten, I slowly rubbed her very red ass cheeks and looked at Mitchell.
“Do you see the result of your actions, young man?” I asked.
Mitchell was now crying. Not as much as Jess, but they were both in tears and Mitchell pleaded with me to stop.
“No, young man, I have decided that twenty-three swats is the right amount.”
I proceeded to administer the remaining smacks as Mitchell called them out over his pleading to stop. After completing the punishment, they were crying unceasingly. I pulled up Jess’s panties and smoothed down her dress. She stood and I looked from one to the other.
“Jess, I hope you now know that you need to provide discipline. Mitchell, I hope you now realize that there are consequences to your actions?”
They both looked at me and responded in unison, “Yes, Sir.”
Mitchell held onto his mother as they left to walk home.
The crowd broke up and I walked home. I called Lana to tell her what had happened. She couldn’t believe what I’d done but she agreed that discipline was needed and that maybe the shock of it all might just work.
About nine that night, there was a knock on the door. I turned on the porch light and looked out to see two police officers. Guessing why they were there, I invited them in. They informed me that some neighbors had called in about the incident at the park. The officers wanted to hear my story, so we sat and I related the events, including what had led to my actions.
They said they would ask Jessica if she wanted to file a complaint. I told them that I accepted responsibility for my actions and they said would get back to me the following day after taking Jessica’s statement and talking to the county prosecutor.
The following evening, the police told me that Jessica did not want to press charges and, without any complaint from her, the prosecutor would not pursue the matter.
The following weekend I flew out to be with Lana. Her mother was going to take some time recovering from the hip replacement operation and we looked at houses in the area. We had no ties where we lived, all our kids having married and had moved on. It was a crazy, busy weekend and we didn’t really have any alone time but we found a few minutes to discuss the situation with Jess. Lana was glad that the prosecutor didn’t press charges.
I really missed Lana and the lack of intimacy was driving me crazy but she really needed to be with her mother at this point.
Returning home, I found an envelope taped to my door. Inside the house, I set down my suitcase, poured a drink, and sat on the couch. I opened the envelope and withdrew a note from Jess.
Steve,
I’ve had time to ponder the incident in the park and I would like to meet with you to discuss this further. Would next Saturday afternoon be alright?
Sincerely,
Jess
She added a phone number so I called. She wanted to visit me and I agreed to that arrangement but the week went slowly as I often pondered what she wanted to tell me.
That Saturday afternoon I was unusually nervous as I waited. Eventually, there came a knock on the door and I opened it and asked Jess if she would prefer to stay on the porch or come inside. She preferred inside. I led her to the living room and, as she sat, I offered her a drink. I could tell that she was also nervous. I poured the drinks.
With both of us sitting down, Jess started slowly, explaining how both she and Mitchell had been caught off guard in the park. Back home, they’d had a deep discussion about it and had come to an agreement. Since then, Mitchell’s attitude around home had drastically improved and his schoolwork was getting better. Jess was more assertive in her parenting and Mitchell was respectful.
I told her that I was glad that things were working out for them and then asked her how she was coping personally. She said it was a struggle trying to be a single working mom and not always being around for Mitchell. Also, she’d decided to put her personal life on hold until Mitchell was older.
I told her that if there was anything I could do, I’d be glad to help.
Jess fidgeted in her seat and I asked if she had more to say. She blushed and it was apparent that whatever she wanted to say embarrassed her. I said, “If you have something to say, Jess, just come right out and say it.”
She took a deep breath and began. “You know when you put me over your knee? I have never had a spanking like that in all my life. Even as a child when I was spanked it was never more than a couple of swats. What you did hurt like hell.”
I agreed that I’d punished her severely. But I sensed that this wasn’t all she wanted to tell me. “Okay, Jess, come on… talk to me. I know there’s more you want to tell me.”
“Yes.” She took another deep breath. “After you got to ten swats, you stopped to rub my sore ass.”
“Yes,” I nodded, “go on.”
“When you were rubbing my ass, I felt how hard your… umm… private parts had become. To my surprise this really turned me on. After Mitchell and I got home I sent him to his room to think about what had happened at the park.”
“Please, continue.”
“As I lay on my stomach on my bed, I couldn’t get over the thought of your hardness and I became so aroused that I reached under and played with myself.” She stared at me. “Steve, I’ve never had such a hard orgasm in my life.”
I was shocked. Thinking back to the park incident, I recalled how hard I’d been when I stood up to walk home. I looked at Jess and now she was grinning.
“What?” I asked .
“It seems that my confession is having a similar impact on you now.” Her gaze switched to my crotch.
Looking down, I saw my cock had formed a large tent in my shorts. It was my turn to be embarrassed and blush.
Jess walked over and stood in front of my chair, continuing to look into my eyes as she knelt. She quickly undid the button and zipper and opened my shorts, pulling them down to release my raging hard on. She wrapped her hand around it and I held my breath.
Slowly stroking my shaft, she seductively licked her lips — then lowered her head, guiding my cock toward those same wet lips. Her tongue swirled around the head before she took it into her mouth.
I was stunned — and very aroused. Looking down, my only thoughts were on Jess and her amazing skills. Instinctively, I put my hands on her head and pushed her down deeper onto my cock. We got in sync and she swallowed my whole cock, taking it into her throat. I was in ecstasy and feared I’d blow my load any minute.
I lifted her head off me. “You need to stop or I’m gonna lose it.”
She grinned again. “That’s what I’m hoping for.”
Jess immediately resumed sucking my cock, going all the way down until her nose pressed into my pubic hair. Staying there, she tickled and fondled my balls and I just blew it. The feeling of erupting in this woman’s throat was unbelievable. She swallowed and gulped before slowly pulling back, making sure she’d sucked out every last drop.
“Wow! That was amazing, thank you,” was all that I could gasp, trying to catch my breath.
It took a minute or so to recover and then I asked, “Okay, Jess, is there anything I can do for you?”
Without pause, she replied, “I want you to get naked and let me ride you.”
“What?”
“You heard — I want you to get naked and let me ride you.”
I stood, stripped, and lay on my back on the carpet. For a fleeting moment, I thought about Lana but when Jess raised her dress over her head, revealing that she wasn’t wearing panties or bra, I concentrated on the glorious body in front of me. Talk about distraction and lust! The years of high school volleyball had toned her body, and even after giving birth to Mitchell, Jess had retained her firm figure.
She stood over me and squatted. Reaching between her taut thighs, she gripped my reviving erection and guided it to her pussy. She sat until the tip nudged her entrance. Moving my cock in circles, she spread her juices over my throbbing dome and eased me inside. Fully impaled, she paused and leaned forward, hands on my chest and gazed into my eyes.
“You have no idea,” she murmured, “what you’ve done for me and what you’re doing for me now.”
I think she had a fair idea of what she was doing to me. My cock pulsated in her depths as I cupped her breasts and gently squeezed. When I pinched her nipples, she moaned and slowly rose until my cock was near to popping out of her. Just as slowly, she sat, taking in my entire length.
Her pussy was so tight, I could feel each vein on my stiff shaft. Hands pressing on my chest, she picked up the pace, and I slid a hand down her stomach to her shaved pussy.
With my thumb, I gathered some of the juices off my cock and rubbed her clit. She inhaled deeply, increased her pace, and I could tell she was getting close. I stopped rubbing her clit.
“Nooo, don’t stop!”
When I resumed rubbing her clit, Jess began breathing rapidly and really bounced on my body, riding my stiff cock all the way. Then she came — and came hard and loud. I was glad all my windows were closed otherwise the neighbors would have heard her screaming.
“Oh, fuck yes…fuck, fuck… Steve… oh fuck, I’m coming.”
When her orgasm had abated, I told Jess to move over on her hands and knees and I got from under her, scrambling onto my knees. Behind her, I held my rigid lance and steered it toward her dripping pussy. Thrusting deep, I fucked her hard, grabbing and pulling on a fistful of hair.
The harder I pounded her pussy, the more vocal she became. Soon she was screaming that she was coming again. “Yes Steve, fuck me harder… I’m coming again. Harder, yes, ahhhh…”
I slammed deep and hard and kept fucking through her orgasm as I tried to achieve my second release. Finally, feeling my climax approaching, I grabbed her shoulders and drove fiercely into her one last time. Jess cried out as I spurted and pumped, splashing her insides with hot cum.
“Yes, yes, oh yes,” I sighed.
We collapsed onto the carpet next to each other, panting heavily. I held her face and told Jess that it had been the most amazing experience. She agreed and we relaxed until I went to the bathroom and ran hot water over a face cloth. I returned to Jess and cleaned her up some before she collected her dress and headed to the bathroom.
While Jess was in there, I dressed and fixed another drink. She was dressed when she joined me in the kitchen and we talked about her future. She said living in this town as a single mom was very difficult. Employment options were limited.
Lana and I had formed many successful companies and I told her that if she was interested, I could show her how to start a business in this town or anywhere in the world, come to think of it. It would, ultimately, allow her to live her life as she chose. She was very interested.
We spoke for a couple of hours about the particulars and what she could do to get things rolling. I gave her a couple of assignments to complete and asked how often she would like to meet to discuss plans.
We agreed on a monthly meeting. It would allow her time to work on her assignments while not being overwhelmed by everday life. She told me that Mitchell visited grandparents for a weekend once a month — and that’s why she’d arranged to see me this day.
Jess then picked up her notes and thanked me, getting up to leave. I kissed her on the cheek and wished her the best of luck with her assignments. At the door she hesitated.
“Is there something more, Jess?”
She turned to face me and she was blushing.
“What is it?”
“Well, this morning when Mitchell’s grandparents came to pick him up, he hadn’t finished his chores. I really wanted him out of the way so I told him not to worry about it. I’m afraid that I might be letting my discipline falter again. Would you please spank me for failing?”
“Young lady, this is a serious situation. I agree that punishment is in order. I think ten swats. Now get over her.”
Jess promptly came to me as I sat on the ottoman. She bent over my knee and I pulled up her dress, exposing her bare ass. I admired and rubbed it, and smiled before raising my hand.
I smacked her ass, counting, “One, two, three.”
She winced as I spanked her and I stopped to gently caress her soft cheeks. Then, “Four, five, six.”
I wasn’t light with my smacks. Her cheeks were soon a bright pink, turning red. “Seven, eight, nine.”
She braced herself for the final one, clearly expecting it would hurt. I brought my hand down heavily and the crack filled the room as I yelled, almost in triumph, “Ten.”
I covered her ass with her dress and she got up. Jess had tears in her eyes as she thanked me. I told her that I hoped she would remember to be strong for herself and Mitchell.
“I will remember,” she said, heading for the door.
As she stepped off the porch I called to her, “Jess, remember to complete all of your assignments before you come back next month.”
“Yes sir, I understand.”
I went into the kitchen and fixed dinner. I needed to think through what had happened, how I had been swept along by Jess and her seductive ways. That evening, I called Lana and she asked, “How was your meeting with Jess.”
I had to be truthful. “Well, it didn’t go like anything I expected.”
“Oh. Why not? What happened?”
I confessed everything. Lana was shocked but, after thinking about it, she admitted that it wasn’t a total surprise, especially considering that Jess had not been with a man after Rory had left on deployment.
I hadn’t known, but Lana and Jess had often discussed sex many times. Lana had even told her how frequently we had sex and it seemed, with Lana being away for such a long time, Jess had assumed that I was likely to be horny and unable to resist her advances. That much had certainly proven true.
Over the next six months, Jess built up her business. For some reason, each month she was unable to complete all the assignments. I would discipline her — and we’d end up having amazing sex.
Her business reached the point where it was bringing in more money than she earned as a waitress. She quit to focus solely on her business. Also by then, she was dating because Mitchell was no longer a problem.
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Almost a year had passed when I sold our house and Lana flew back to say goodbye to friends. What I didn’t know until then was that Jess and Lana talked extensively throughout that year. Lana, apparently, appreciated Jess “taking care” of me.
On our final weekend, Jess wanted to take us out to dinner. Her business was doing very well and this would be her thank you for all my help in getting her started. She brought her boyfriend, Tom with her as they were getting serious.
We enjoyed a special dinner and when the girls went to the bathroom, Tom told me how much he appreciated all that I did for Jess. He said he liked how I disciplined her. I was somewhat surprised but Tom told me that Jess was now a strong independent woman and she gave most of the credit to that day in the park.
He said that Jess had one thing she wanted to give me before Lana and I moved. It was then that the women made a timely return to the table and Jess leaned over to whisper in my ear.
“Take me home right now, please Steve. I want you to fuck me one last time.”
I couldn’t believe my ears. I looked at Jess, then Lana. They were smiling. Tom told me that he would stay with Lana and he took her hand and led her away.
Jess and I walked back to my house, hand in hand, and she told me that she and Lana had planned this for some time.
We fucked long into the night. The next morning, Lana arrived as Jess and I were finishing breakfast.
Jess wished us safe travels and we wished her well with her business, and with Mitchell and Tom.
Jess kissed me one last time and Lana joined us and kissed Jess firmly on the lips for quite a few seconds. I’d never seen Lana kiss a woman, certainly not like that. I blinked, they winked, and Jess walked out of the door.
A special thanks goes out to Jwren for his editing assistance.
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