It was just after my fifty fourth birthday that I began lusting after men slightly younger than myself. Previously my male lovers had all been around my own age, or somewhat older as I did have a few romantic interludes with older gentlemen of wealth. I must admit enjoying their lavish attentiveness to my younger manhood. It was probably from this I soon developed a lusting for hot, youthful bodies. Ironically my neighbor became my first youthful obsession.
Ronald lived one floor down in my condominium complex with his divorced mother. He had just turned eighteen and was planning on attending the local university to study architecture. He had been left back and was not scheduled to graduate until the following summer. So I made plans to get closer to him that long winter and it all worked to my advantage I must guiltily confess.
Besides that it was my opinion that he might be in need of some stricter discipline, which was missing in his life. Not that he was bad but I did note a side of mischief to his behavior at times and decided to help control it. It was during one of those unruly incidents when I overheard him smart mouthing his poor mother, that I approached him in the hallway as he stormed from their unit. Oddly enough he reacted shocked at first and then almost relieved that I was going to punish him for his rude behavior and disrespect towards his mother.
He offered no resistance as I led him roughly by the arm into my apartment. Asking him what he thought I should do to him as punishment. I learned in business it is the best way to approach an employee who had done wrong on the job. Ronald looked bewildered at my question then pondered his fate before meekly answering that he felt he deserved a spanking.
My faint heart jumped as did my semi erect clit between my legs at the actual thought of being able to spank this dear young man privately in my own apartment. He seemed more than pleased when I agreed and asked what I might use. Hell I never had even given it a thought, but maybe my bare hand would do, as I had no former means of punishment paraphernalia around the place. Then Ronald offered me his thick, black, leather belt and when he stood to remove it I noticed once more how wonderful his young, lean, male body looked. I suppose he must have thought it somewhat odd that a grown woman would approach him and offer him punishment, yet he was the one who actually was leading me along as he handed me his heavy belt.
Nervously now my hands trembled as he asked where and how I wanted him to position himself for his spanking mentioning how his mother used to spank him years earlier. It was by pulling down his pants and bending him over her bare knees. He asked if I might do the same, as he had offended his Mother in the first place to deserve such punishment. As if in a fog I agreed and watched as he now unfastened his trousers and lowered them to his ankles, stepping gracefully out of them. Next he looked at me asking if I too was not going to remove my slacks so her would be across my bare knees.
Reluctantly I did before realizing I was not wearing any underwear and my wet pussy glistened between my legs as Ronald eyed it for quite some time as I sheepishly apologized. He said he did not mind and actually preferred it since he was going to be nude and revealing his manhood to me as well. Next I stared as he slipped his hand into the elastic waistband of his briefs. He slowly yet deliberately lowered them right in front of me turning away and bending over to remove them as his naked ass was right in my face.
I loudly gasped for air as my eager pussy quivered wildly as my mind raced with the thought of what his tender tight ass might feel like as I touched it for the first time. Then he spoke once more breaking my rather lewd thought process. Again his cock was clearly visible and beginning to lengthen with semi hardness, as we both now were completely naked in front of each other. I took his hand an led him into my bedroom as it was the room farthest from the hall and I feared if he screamed out at any time someone might hear him and wonder what is going on inside.
Once in my secluded bedroom I sat on the edge of my bed waiting for him to position himself across my legs. He took some time getting into the correct position as when his Mother spanked him. Lying across my bare legs I could not help but feel the hardness of his fully erect cock as he rubbed it lewdly against me. He made certain to touch my aroused thighs as he settled into place informing me he was ready for me to begin.
Nervously I took a few light-handed swings with my bare palms relishing the feel of his soft skinned male ass against my bare hands. In no time I was peppering his bare bottom repeatedly with blow upon blow each harder than the previous. Ronald squirmed and wiggled with each spank making sure he too rub his hardness back and forth across my leg. I had opened my legs briefly giving him time to let his hardness fall neatly between them before clamping shut tightly around it. As he struggled against my spanking his cock worked its way in and out of my legs in a wanton fucking motion as his naked ass floundered about in front of me. I was beginning to enjoy my work as his muffled cries filled the air while his white bottom grew redder and extremely hotter. I rubbed my bare hands over it a few time as if to soothe it yet I just wanted to feel how hot it was and how firm also.
I reached for the leather belt and folded it to shorten the length, allowing me ease to in flick each mighty blow on his sore ass. He loved it too as he cried out yet louder. Again and again I flogged him with it as the loud crack of the stiff leather filled the air mixed with his tormented screams. He deserved every bit of it for speaking out against his dear Mother and I was the one who would see to it he behaved or else. Oddly it appeared Ronald was rather enjoying this crude form of punishment, so much in fact his frantic humping about had caused him to come all over my feet as I felt his continuous spewing of warm sticky come. There was quite a lot of it too. This did not help my own aching pussy as I strained to hold back my own female desires.
Realizing he had come I stopped spanking him and rolled him onto the floor at my feet. Looking up at me his eyes were filled with fear not knowing just what to expect from me after he had the audacity to release his load of come on my legs, bare feet and carpeting. Noticing my own wetness between my legs he silently reached knelt before me. Without saying a word he leaned in and gently kissed every inch of my pussy sending sparks throughout my shivering body. Oh how good it felt having this young man licking my overheated pussy. He was unsure of what to do so I coached him on how to flick his tongue beneath the tip of my clit and along the sensitive area as I cried out softly.
Next I instructed him to slip his probing tongue up inside of my opening. Then he was ready to let me face fuck him as I held his head tightly in place as I rammed my horny pussy in his face again and again. He seemed to enjoy sucking my clit almost as much as I did having him suck it. It was not the best oral sex I ever had but this young lad showed some fine potential, and with a few more lessons he would become quite a skilled cunt lapper it seemed.
My pussy was pressed tightly against his wet face as I cried out my instructions to him. He did as I had asked and I soon felt the first hot wave of come flow down his throat. He flinched almost gagging yet remained steadfast swallowing every drop until he had drained me dry. For added punishment I had him clean my feet and legs with his tongue tasting his own secretions after mine. Odd he did not seem to mind one bit, almost as if he was enjoying our lewd affair. He even made sure to lick long and hard between each of my toes, ever sucking on a few for added measures. It almost made me cum again.
Afterwards we dressed and I reminded him that he should treat his dear Mother respectfully or be punished by me again. When he left I wondered might I ever have another opportunity to teach him more. Luckily he was a spirited young fellow and a few days later one evening he rang my doorbell, confessing he had misbehaved and needed to be punished. It was a dream come true because he is still being naughty and learning quite a bit in the ways between men and women. Not only had he confessed to me about telling a friend of his about his punishment, but that his friend often misbehaved in front of his mother and he too deserved punishing. The mere thought of punishing two young men at once had my clit throbbing. Now I might be able to have a tongue up each of my horny holes at the same time. Plus both of their combined ages would still be less that that of my own. I look upon my distribution of punishment to them as a continuous anonymous Mother’s Day present to their Moms.
