For those that havent met me before, I’m a naughty natured CD/TV (not full time, and not very convincing) , living with my wife as my mistress. A couple of weeks ago we had a new neighbour move into our secluded close in a small village. Nothing new there – the bungalows are often changing hands being just right for retired folk. Over the weekend I did the neighbourly thing and went to say hello as he was in the garden at the same time as me. Simon invited me in for a coffee etc, so I accepted and we generally chatted about the village and past work etc. I mentioned my wife, he was single now, and about 70. Almost in conversation, and very subtly done, he just dropped a comment – do you have a girly name – it could have been ignored or brushed aside as almost anything. My look towards him must have been give away enough, but I said “how did you know”, to which he replied “your bra straps are tight and show”. I’ve been girly for many years and always wear feminine underwear, and I often forget that its there. The way he asked the question and the way he spoke of the bra straps told me he wasn’t going to ridicule me, so I told him I’m Tina at home, and sometimes when out. Almost like an intro when meeting a guy, but he was my new neighbour. Well it was out now, so I asked him if he minded, to which he replied “certainly not, I like CD’s.” With coffee over and a bit of a conversation stopper, it was time for me to go back to my own garden – “don’t be a stranger Tina” was his passing goodbye. When I got home I had to tell the wife (also my mistress). We really only have one rule between us “No Secrets”. She promptly took me indoors and spanked me for being a slut (even though I hadn’t done anything). This morning I had a knock on the door – it was Simon, hoping I wasn’t offended by his open comments, and asking if I would like another coffee. I said I would come and join him about 11.00 so I could finish what I was doing. I had a feeling this was more than a coffee invitation………… so shower, nice padded bra with matching undies & sussie belt, 10 denier stockings, and a thin short dress, under my normal clothes of course. 11.00 and I rang his doorbell, invited in, coffee sorted – he remembered how I took it. His opening gambit was “may I call you Tina”, and I knew my instincts were right. “Yes of course you can sir”, I replied. He looked at me side on – different bra today Tina he said, I cant see the straps. My dress hides them I replied, shall I show you. I’m no stranger to meets, so taking off a layer of clothes in front of someone isnt new to me (blushes), and quickly I had got rid of my top and trousers, to reveal my lightweight dress. He looked me up and down like a prize, “so my girl, what sort of fun do you enjoy”. My standard reply to everyone “ I like to be a naughty girlie sir”, and a very stern reply came back “naughty girls get punished”. My heart leapt – had I been lucky enough to find a spanking fan so close to home. “yes please sir” was my quiet reply. He put one finger under my chin, and lifted my head. “Don’t be too keen my girl”. In true girl fashion, I stuck my tongue out at him. I felt the brief flash of pain as his hand landed across the back of my left leg – omg he slapped my legs like I was a teenager – I loved it, and I didn’t move. If that’s how you behave then we must see about teaching you what a well behaved girl should be like. Now Tina, you are obviously an ill mannered girl, in need of some correction. Have you been punished before Tina. Not this week sir, I replied, ignoring the spanking mistress had given me. And when you were last punished, what was the punishment. (he was good – finding out without breaking the role play). I told him that it was a paddle. How many strokes were you given Tina – too many I replied, which earned me another slap on the back of my legs. I lifted my legs slightly this time as it was almost in the same spot. “I’ll soon break you of that little habit young lady” he said, referring to me moving after punishment. “Sorry sir – it wont happen again” I replied, showing that I knew the rules. Well there is no paddle here, so I’ll have to make do with this leather belt today, as he removes his 2” wide belt. No matter how many times I’m punished, there is still a sense of pleasure/fear before a punishment. “Tina – remove your dress and place it on the chair”, “ ooooh sir not my dress, I’ve only got undies on sir, you will see my knickers”, “If you don’t do as you are told young lady you will regret it, now get that dress off”. So my little summer dress is undone and slips to the floor revealing my nice matching undies. As I bend to the floor to pick it up, he moves in closer, and takes it from me, placing it on the chair. An appreciative mmmmm from him is followed by “hands on your head Tina – don’t move now”, as he comes closer and starts to run his hands over my body, stroking my bum, caressing my bra, fingers inside tweaking my nipples. I gave an involuntary shiver of delight with wasn’t missed. “Sensitive little miss aren’t we”, “ yes sir “. Now young lady before we start the important thing – what is your stop word. Now I knew I had a really experienced spanker – and I also knew I would probably be rather sore. I told him my stop word, and he then sat down on a chair and invited me to lay over his lap. “ Tina , I am going to start with spanking your bottom, if you kick your legs around too much, I will secure them, if you wriggle too much and fall off my lap, I’ll start again, if you put your hands anywhere near your bottom, I’ll start again, do you understand girl” Oooh I havent had a formal pre spank lecture for a long time “ Yes sir”, was my only reply. I adjusted my position, hands on the floor taking my weight, toes just touching the floor the other side. I felt him smooth his hands over my knickers, then pull them up tight to my bottom. Then it started, a slow steady smack, smack, smack. Landing almost in the same spot, but not quite, alternating each cheek. Mmm this was lovely, a really nice spanking, I wonder how long he can keep it up. Well over 5 mins later I was still in exactly the same position, his beat hadnt altered, but my response had, ow, oh, ow, ouch, ow, and my breathing has started to increase. I was beginning to wriggle a bit, I couldnt help it, I held onto the legs of his chair to get more stability. “Getting sore are we Tina… try this, and the spanks started to fall on the backs of my legs and the soft undercurve of my bottom. Oh, ow, oow, oh, my hips were moving and as a result my cock was stirring too – oh, more than stirring, more like straining. The whole session lasted 15 minutes (so he tells me), I was quite vocal by the time it came to an end. Yelping, breathing hard, and rock hard (quite unusual for me). What a good girl you are Tina, you have taken your punishment well, but I can see that it wasn’t all punishment was it girl, and rubbed the front of my panties, omg I nearly came. He saw my convulsion, and stood behind me, put his fingers into my bra and started to play with my nipples. “Sir, please sir, oh sir no, I’ll cum sir, please no more, and with one hand he reached around me, and into my panties, wrapped his hand around my cock, and I came filling my knickers, with cum. He was kind, he stroked me cuddled me, even kissed my neck, and then said, “you are still a slut Tina, you obviously enjoyed that punishment too much” He handed me a cushion, bend over the table girl (I knew to use the cushion for my hips). Omg, he was going to punish me again, after I had cum, thats so harsh. “Usual rules girl – I’m sure you know them – count the strokes, miss one and you get it again, rise up off the table, you get two more, hands in the way at any time – I’ll start again. “Yes sir” was my girly reply. I bent over, and gripped the edge of the table, I felt him lower my knickers, my bottom now framed by my suspender belt at the top, suspenders on the sides, and panties around my thighs. I was quite tender from the spanking but this was to be his leather belt. It landed, a loud crack as the doubled over leather made contact with my bare bottom. One sir, but I didn’t move, not too bad, two sir, rather quickly after the first, just a few seconds and then three sir…. This was a fast punishment…….. 15 sir, ow, yeoow 16 sir, ahhh 17 sir, it was beginning to really sting. As he got over 20, I was yelping loudly with every stroke, then the real stingers, the strap landed across the back of my legs 22 sir, 23 sir, 24 ssir , I was beginning to sob, I didn’t mind crying, its quite a release, 28 ssiiir snif, 29, siir sob, 30 sir ow sob, then he said, prepare your self girl, and I guessed what was coming…. He landed the belt hard and fast – no break, I tried to count but couldn’t speak, I was crying, properly uncontrollably crying. Suddenly he stopped, wrapped his arms around me and kissed my back and my neck. “Oh you beautiful girl, I’ve always wanted to punish a girl to tears – you are my first to properly cry. I looked round at him with crying eyes and said “then for god sake fuck me while I’m still crying” I think his cock was out and in me in 5 seconds flat, Panties hit the floor, legs apart, still over the table. For a senior guy he was solid as a rock, grabbed my hips and slammed into me, called me a slut and a whore. He didn’t last long, although I didn’t mind, he was keeping a steady rhythm, quite rough, I felt him tense up, and grip my hips hard, then he pulled out and covered my sore bottom with his hot cum. He stayed holding me, panting hard, and then began to stroke me and kiss me again. He made me feel so girly – a lovely feeling. Unlike so many meets where a quick wipe and off we go, he offered me coffee again, which I accepted, I redressed, and yes it was sore putting my panties back on. Over coffee he asked me about Tina at home. I explained that my wife was my mistress, and that we had no secrets. And that my escapades with him this morning would cost me a serious punishment from her. I had been fucked bareback – even though he pulled out, it still counts the same. I explained that it was a house rule, and that I would be caned harshly. The usual rule was to cane me with my knickers on until I started to cry, then to give me the same number again bare, to remind me how naughty it was to be bareback. I’ll continue this story at a later stage…………..