Daydreams and fantasies are the fodder of a young man's imagination, and mine had certainly flourished when it came to how I would move to the big city and make it even bigger, as I was sure I would. I was an ambitious, intelligent, invulnerable 20 year-old, after all. And prepared for anything, or so I thought.

But then Anne, the fiftyish, English owner of the small boarding house in which I'd taken a room had accidentally discovered my naughtiest secret, and turned me and my world upside down demonstrating her proficiency at it in one fell swoop, so to speak.

The actual number of merciless swoops her hairbrush made I didn't know. I was too busy bawling like a baby to count. ... So to speak. The actual number of swoops of her merciless

and decided to MORE than satisfy my curiosity about what it would REALLY feel likeby turning me over her knee and smacking my bare bottom 'til I was bawling and howling like anything but the big, grown, mature, nearly 20 year-old man I foolishly thought myself to be...

AND more than loudly enough to attract the attention of my attractive, recently divorced, thirty-something neighbor, Norma. Not surprisingly since our adjoining rooms were the only ones on the third floor of Anne's big, old house, Norma had overheard the cracks of Anne's crisp spanks and my high-pitched histrionics, followed them out into the hall and, most humiliatingly of all, lingered there listening and waiting until Anne exited and confirmed the awful truth...

First with the sight of me sniffling in the corner with my bare, blushing, freshly hairbrushed bum shining back at her. Then with a short conversation I couldn't hear through the door but am sure centered around what a naughty lad I was.

I’d spent the time since trying to sort out my conflicting emotions. It was one thing to get a well deserved spanking, but quite another to know that someone else knew about it. Norma knew. The fact that I was attracted to her made my feelings that much more jumbled. Most of my spanking "experiences" were fantasies. The real thing was quite different, yet I found it to be a turn on just the same. Even more so. And embarrassing.

Anne collared me one morning as I was on my way out to go to work and asked if I wanted to eat dinner in her apartment that night. I said sure and she told me that dinner would be at seven. I went to work and it was quite a day. I had more to handle than I could keep up with and by quitting time I’d forgotten all about dinner. I stopped to get something to eat as was my custom and it was only as I walked inside the door to the house and the smell of cooking aromas wafted into my nostrils that I remembered. And was suddenly afraid!

Anne’s door was half opened as it always was. She liked to keep tabs on who was coming and going. As I closed the front door her head poked out into the hallway. "Well, it’s about time, young man. Come in. Norma and I were just getting up to clear the table."

I started to make excuses about having to work late but her rejoinder about making a phone call made it clear that I was only making things worse by trying to cover up my delinquencies. She was right. I could have phoned... had I remembered. I didn't think it wise to mention my memory lapse had been that extreme. I was in enough trouble. She led me to the dining room where Norma sat and pointed to a chair beside her.

"Come and sit down," Norma laughed as our eyes met.

"While you can!" Norma laughed and our eyes met. She wagged her finger as she’d done before and ‘tsk tsked’ me. I smiled and blushed, and as Anne went into the kitchen, Norma leaned over to me and said, "Anne is really angry at you. I don’t think you’ll be smiling for long." I looked at her wide-eyed as Anne returned from the kitchen with dinner for me. She put it down in front of me and as I fiddled, she and Norma continued their conversation. My eyes focused on what was lying on a side table: the rest of my magazines! What food I’d been chewing made an audible gulp as I swallowed hard. My reverie was interrupted by the term "spanking". I centered on their dialogue to find that they’d been discussing methods of dealing with misbehavior. Mine!

Anne was telling Norma that she was angry at me for being inconsiderate about dinner. "I think I may have to give him another lesson in being respectful."

"Yes," Norma replied, "I think so too. It was, from the looks of things, quite a stern lesson you gave him last week! Perhaps it wasn’t enough, though, to teach him to behave himself. What are you going to do about it?"

By now they were both looking at me. I sat there frozen, a fork full of food resting on my bottom lip! My mouth gaped open and the two women sat there with Cheshire cat grins. "What do you think we should do about it, Bill?" Anne asked.

WE...? I put the fork down and just stared at Anne. I couldn’t think of anything to say. My stomach was all aflutter. My behind still tingled from the week old memory of Anne's first spanking! "I, uh, I really didn’t m-mean to forget dinner... I, um, I just...ah..."

Norma spoke up, interrupting my weak attempts to communicate. "I thought you were late because of work, William. You didn’t lie to us, did you?"

SHIT! "I’m sorry...that just slipped out...I mean uh, ahhh...."

Anne cut me off this time. "Well, young man, which was it. Were you late or did you forget?"

I was caught and things were rapidly getting worse! My palms were sweaty, my heart pounded. I hung my head and decided to come clean. "I’m sorry. I forgot. I didn’t mean to, I just, you know, I just wasn’t thinking. Please....."

"As soon as you are done eating I want you to get into that corner over there." Anne said as she pointed to the corner of the dining room. "We’ll deal with this after you’ve had a chance for your food to settle."

My head was spinning. Norma was going to stay? My nervous, agitated state belied the fact that I was developing a tremendous hard-on! Taking a sip from my glass, I stood and went to the corner Anne had indicated. They went on talking, as if nothing was about to happen, for about twenty minutes while I stood there nervously shifting from foot to foot.

Finally, I heard their chairs moving back from the table and Anne said she would be right back. I knew what she was doing. She was going to fetch that damned brush again. I clenched my cheeks in anticipation of feeling it’s awful sting once more. When she came back she walked over to me and gripped my upper arm.

With Norma in tow, she led the way into the living room, sat down on the couch and said in a commanding tone, "Get your trousers and shoes off, lad. Leave your shorts on. I’ll be taking them down myself."

"P-p-please Anne," I stammered and, feeling like a naughty twelve-year-old-boy once more, tremulously asked,  "C-Can’t we do this alone? D-Does Norma have to see?"

"You’ve disappointed both of us, my boy, as well as lied to both of us. Yes, she does have to be here. I’m sure she’s anxious to get in a few licks herself. Besides, she’s already seen the rosy results that a good smacked bottom can bring, hasn’t she? Now get those trousers off and be quick about it." Anne ordered.

I was starting to get teary-eyed and hadn’t even felt the first swat! While I hesitated, Anne grew impatient. "Don’t fidget so, lad. Do we have to help you get ready?"

"No!  I-I-I’m sorry, Anne.... P-Please!  I-I won’t do it again. I didn’t mean to forget. I just..."

Anne’s patience was to the limit. She stood and waved the hairbrush in my face. "I’m sure you’re sorry and I’m also sure you won’t do it again. We’ll see to that or your bottom will pay for it. For the last time, get them down!"

I hung my head and knelt down to remove my shoes. When I was down to my shorts I hesitated with my fingers in the waistband and looked at Anne through remorseful, tear-filled eyes. With only an impatient sigh, she sat down and put the hairbrush down. Reaching up she tugged my shorts down.

My arousal, despite the circumstances, made itself known by way of a loud slap as my erection sprang back against my stomach. I was mortified as both women chuckled. As my shorts fell to my ankles I stepped out of them. I felt extremely juvenile as I stood there, bare from the waist down, knowing I was in this condition for one reason only.

I was about to be soundly spanked while my neighbor watched!

Anne scolded me for several long moments about why I was to be spanked. Her comments burned into my ears. Finally, she motioned me over her lap by tugging her dress up to mid-thigh and patting her knees. I was almost eager to get this started... almost!... and eagerly dove down upon my landlady's waiting lap. Anne adjusted me over her thighs, and as my firmness settled between her soft legs, she clamped down. She rested her hand on my trembling bottom and gently rubbed as she spoke.

"I’ve warned you before about the kind of treatment you could expect and I hope this convinces you how serious I am. You should be ashamed of yourself. A grown young man about to be punished like a naughty young lad. But be certain... I won’t hesitate to pull your britches down and give you a good smacking whenever your behavior warrants it. Is that clear?"

"Y-Yess Ma'am," I managed to croak through my terror tightened throat.

"Good," Anne crowed and gave my bare bottom a final light pat.  "Now, buck up lad, you’re about to pay DEARLY for your error!"

I clenched tightly in anticipation of the first swat, which I expected to strike immediately.  But Anne waited until I relaxed a bit before delivering a solid SMACK. She took her time and sent smacks all around the perimeter of my bottom and upper thighs as if she were outlining her area of attack.

When she’d circled my cheeks three times she stopped for a moment and readjusted her grip across my lower back before commencing her manual onslaught. She spanked harder and faster now; I twisted and bucked on her knees as she quickly heated my hind end. By the time I uttered my first groan, she stopped and told me to get up. "I think Norma would like to have at you for awhile. Go and ask her."

I was embarrassed as I took the few steps to where Norma sat. She was wearing a skirt also and as she hiked it up she watched my face intently. I couldn’t hide my shame or my excitement. With a broad smile she patted her knees. As I lowered myself she gripped me tightly about the waist. Wasting no time she brought her hand down forcefully. As I moved about on her thighs my excitement grew and soon I was bucking as if I were making love to her! She really laid it on and despite the sting I found myself arching my bottom up to meet her rapidly descending hand.

Anne watched from her vantage point on the couch for several minutes before I saw her stand up. She had picked up the brush and held it out to Norma as she approached. I felt a shiver go through me. Things were about to step up a notch or two. "Here Norma, looks like he’s enjoying himself. This will take some of the starch out of him."

Norma stopped spanking me for all of five seconds. "Why, thank you Anne. You’re right. I can feel that he thinks he’s over my lap to have a good time. We’ll just have to set him straight, won’t we?" WHACK CRACK SMACK!

Norma proved to be as proficient as Anne in the application of the hairbrush. It didn’t take long for my erection to dwindle! She spanked firmly and quickly as the brush popped on my reddened nates. I squealed and carried on like a ten-year-old begging momma for mercy. After about fifty solid smacks she stopped for a moment, but only to lift one leg out from under me and clamp it down across the backs of my kicking legs. I just couldn’t keep my feet on the floor! She gave me about twenty-five more swats before Anne said, "Save some for me, Norma!"

Norma slowed up but questioned me about my attitude, interspersing her pejoratives with solid swats of that damned brush! Finally she issued three harsh smacks to the bottom most curves of each cheek. I just broke down and bawled, sobbing entreaties. Her hand traveled the breadth of my red hot bum.

"My, my. You certainly are getting hot back here. Get up and go over to Anne. Give her this brush and ask her to finish your spanking."

I struggled to my feet with tears rolling down my face. I put my hands back and started to rub my stinging rump, but Norma gave me a sharp swat on the thigh and then held the brush out for me to take. "Not yet, naughty boy. Not till we tell you. We’re not finished. Now get over there and do what I told you or I’ll spank you so hard you won’t be able to sit down for a month!"

I quickly took the brush and went over to Anne. Holding the brush out to her I asked, "P-p-please (sob) take this (sniff) and finish my spanking? (boo-hoo)."

"Well," Anne said with a smile, "since you’ve asked so nicely, how can I refuse?" She reached up and took the brush, then waited while I settled over her lap once more. This time she clamped one leg over the backs of mine as Norma had done. She pushed the upper half of my body off the couch. Her firm grip encircled my waist and she pulled me close as she rested the brush on my waiting buttocks.

"This smacking is for your forgetfulness," Anne said. "When we’re through here you’re getting a taste of the strap for lying to us.  Oh, and don’t you dare try to get off my lap or I’ll bring out the cane as well. Do you understand me, lad?"

"Y-Y-Yes Ma'am!!  YESSSS,"  I wailed and started sniveling afresh before she landed the first smack. I couldn’t believe I could take another smack, let alone a strapping after!  My hindquarters were already hurting so badly that I wasn't sure how much skin I had left to spank, if any!

"Poor, poor boy,"  I heard Norma say, but with no trace of sympathy at all.  She was obviously enjoying my suffering too much for that.

"And a naughty, naughty one,"  Anne responded in a similarly pitiless tone.  I felt her lift the brush and wildly wondered how much I could stand before I was reduced to a slobbering, sobbing shell?

WHACK! THWACK! SMACK! CRACK!

"OH! OHHH!! OWWWW!! P-P-Please Ma'am! PLEEEEZZZZ! I'll be good!  I promise I will,"  I yelped and wailed as pain inspired panic shot through me with each shocking strike of the hard-backed brush. 

"And I do, too,"   Anne interjected as she spanked.  As she had before with her hand, Anne slowly circled the perimeter of my blazing bottom and upper thighs before zeroing in and delivering six hard and fast slaps across both bouncing cheeks at once. "Promise you'll be good, that is!"

"I WILL,"  I screamed.  "I-I-I W-W-WAHHHHHH... BOO-HOO-HOO!  WA-WAH-WAHHHH!! PLEEEEZZZZ STOP!  BOO-HOO-HOO!!"

Of course, Anne didn’t stop.  She kept up a steady series of smacks all over my quivering hind end until I couldn't stop slobbering and sobbing like the shell of a once proud 20-year-old I was.  All I could do was cry and cry and cry until I thought I couldn’t cry anymore.

Finally, as I lay limply over her knees, crying fitfully, she stopped and put the brush down. I could only sob as she reprimanded me. My butt was so sore and hot that it took me a few moments to realize that she’d stopped spanking me.  She rubbed and patted my aching rump while she spoke.

"Get up and stand in the corner, lad.  And keep your hands together behind your back if you know what’s good for you." I stood and did as she said. "Keep an eye on him Norma. I’ll be right back." Anne said. She left the room and I dared not to turn around. In the silence I could hear three things: my sniveling, my heart beating, and Norma’s heavy breathing!

Anne returned and told me to turn around. From her hand, dangling menacingly, was a thick, black, doubled-up, leather belt about 3" wide. She pointed to the low hassock that sat in front of Norma’s chair. I eased myself over it but she was not satisfied. Retrieving several pillows from the couch she told me to lift up and she positioned them under my hips. Norma put one leg over my shoulders. When I turned my head, I could see that she was wearing white cotton panties! Anne brought the strap down on my already burning bottom.

Soon I was yelping and howling with tears flowing copiously. Norma placed her other leg in such a way that my face rested on her stockinged thigh. The scent of her made me crazy, but I found it hard to concentrate as Anne delivered one solid stroke after another. By the time Anne was finished Norma’s thigh was soaked with tears. I was sent to the corner once more. They sat and talked for a few minutes while my crying subsided before Norma stood and gripped me by the hand.

"Pick up your clothes. It’s time to go to your room and, ah, reflect on your attitude," she said. As I stopped to put my underpants on, she reached out, slapped my sore bottom, and sternly asked, "I didn’t tell you to put them on, did I?"

"Owwwww! N-No Norma! No!" I gushed and blushed, knowing instantly that I was going to be Norma's beck and call boy until SHE decided otherwise. And, from the look in her eye, I knew she was more than ready for me to start serving her!

Under Anne's amused smile, she tightened her grip on my arm and led the way to my room. Ushering me inside, she pushed me toward the bed & soon showed me that my tears weren’t the only thing that had made her thighs wet!