I am trying to work, but my mind keeps wandering back to last Wednesday. I left work early that day to meet a couple I’d contacted through a personal ad. It had read:

“Married May/September couple seeks young man for fantasy fulfillment. Clean, discreet, HIV-free, expect same. Our new friend should be naughty by nature, curious about the other side and committed to exploration in relaxed and unjudgmental atmosphere.”

I called the voice mailbox number. A woman’s voice cheerfully thanked me for my call and told me to leave my message, at the tone. I quietly cleared my throat and left a brief message, explaining that I’d seen their ad and suggesting coffee at my favorite place in the city the following afternoon.

At 5:30 the next day, I was in the cafe seriously second-guessing myself, when a couple entered. Somehow I knew it was them. I had assumed from the May/September reference in their ad that she would be the younger one. Wrong. He was about twenty-five, with dirty-blond hair; athletic, good-looking, your typical excollege jock. She was older, but very beautiful to the eye. She was wearing a short skirt that showed off tanned legs, and a black sweater that only partially concealed very impressive breasts. Her hair was reddish-blonde, and she wore very little makeup.

They looked right at me and she smiled, spotting the umbrella on the table on this sunny day. She strode purposefully toward me with the jock in tow. They hadn’t yet reached my table, and I already knew who called the shots in that house! I stood up and said, “Hi.” She took my hand and shook it gracefully, introducing herself as Susan. Gesturing to the jock, she introduced him as her husband, Sam. He smiled and shook my hand.

We ordered more coffee and soon were talking easily and freely, like old friends. They were clearly delighted with me, and I must say that I was happy with them. Not only did they look safe, but they were an attractive and interesting couple. After a while Susan got down to business. “Now, Dick,” she said softly, leaning forward in her chair, “I have written on a card what we would like to do with you. I want you to read it after we leave. If it is something you’d like, follow the instructions on the card and please leave us another message on our service. It’s been nice meeting you!”

They stood up abruptly, handed me money for the coffees, and were off. I was a little stunned by their sudden departure, but I understood that they wanted to make sure I was their man before spending any more time on me. On the 3 x 5 index card was written the following:

“You are invited to our home. If you accept this invitation, I will take you over my knee and spank your bare bottom until you cry. If this appeals to you, come to this address the day after tomorrow, 5:30 p.m. Hope to see you, Susan.”

My cock was suddenly very hard. At 5:30 on Wednesday I knocked timidly on the door of a beautiful Tudor-style house in an old, expensive part of the city. Susan answered the door. She was dressed in a navy-blue skirt and a white silk blouse elegantly covered her ample bosom.

“Hello, Dick!” she said, gesturing for me to come inside. “We’re so glad you accepted our invitation.”

I followed her down the hall, watching her hips sway under the short skirt. We entered a high-ceilinged living room overlooking a beautiful garden in the back. Sam rose to greet us, extending a glass of red wine to me. He looked freshly showered with his damp blond hair, blue polo shirt and jeans.

As we chatted I learned that Susan had married Sam four years ago, when she was forty-four and he was twenty-five. They had met at their health club and quickly discovered that they had a lot in common, including some special sexual interests. Susan was practically addicted to spanking, and in Sam she had a willing playmate, but one who just couldn’t take the full measure of her enthusiasm.

And so they had come to the conclusion that they would have to try to find a real spankee through an ad. They had met with three other men before me, and had given the same index card to two of them, but neither had responded. “We felt a good chemistry with you, Dick,” said Susan. She stood up and stretched.

“Well, have fun you two!” Sam said as he walked to the door.

Susan’s mood instantly changed. “Young man, I am not happy with your behavior!” Startled, I stared at her. “I will not have you behaving like a spoiled brat. It’s time I taught you a serious lesson in manners. Go get that chair and place it in front of the fireplace!”

I did as directed. The chair, heavy and armless, looked like a throne. I stepped back and watched as Susan sat in it, placing her feet and knees perfectly together. I stared at the lap of my dreams. “Come here!” Susan said sternly.

She loosened the snap and unzipped my jeans, tugging them down to my ankles. “You’ve had this spanking coming for a long time, young man.” The cool air played on my bikini briefs, and I felt my cock swelling into full erection. She took my wrist in her hand, guiding me around to her side and making me shuffle those few short steps with my pants tangled around my feet. She tugged gently and I bent over her lap.

Susan began a long series of uninterrupted spanks. The slaps of her hand were regular, percussive and surprisingly hard. I kept my buttocks clenched in self-defense for the first several strokes, fearful of pain, but the sting built up to a pleasing warmth. I tentatively tried relaxing my cheeks, and decided that that felt even better. I started moving my hips on her lap, inviting each new spank. My cock was harder than ever, and I felt the glimmer of a thunderous orgasm starting to form.

But then Susan suddenly stopped the spanking. I lay draped over her knee, panting and frustrated. She pulled my briefs down to the middle of my thighs, effectively tying my knees together. Shifting a little, Susan spread her legs apart and pushed me forward on her lap, my cock descending into the fragrant valley between her thighs. She squeezed her thighs together, massaging the slippery head of my cock between them: She stiffened, clamping down on my cock like a vise, and groaned. I realized that she had just had one hell of an orgasm.

In a breathless voice she said, “See what you did? Now you’re really going to get it good!” With that, she brought her hand down hard on my blushing bottom. She quickly established a rhythm, and again I felt an orgasm creeping up on me. My ass began to sting like the blazes, but she skillfully worked my emotions higher and higher, slowly stretching the limits of my endurance until she was really spanking me hard. In a· voice that seemed to come from far away, Susan began punctuating my spanking with a teasing scolding. I felt so dominated, so small, and I sucked in my breath, squeezing my eyes shut as the spanking continued.

Soon she was driving me nearly insane with lust and submission. I was kicking and squirmlng, frantic to escape and equally frantic for her to continue spanking. My bottom churned under her palm, but still I thought I could take the pain, until all of a sudden I just burst into tears, bawling like a little boy. In the midst of this incredible emotional release, I felt my forgotten orgasm swell into a giant fast-approaching wave. Susan held me tightly on her lap, with my hard cock gripped between her slippery thighs. I bucked and jerked over her lap as I came, my semen drenching her thighs. I just lay there limp, draped over Susan’s lap, letting her soothe me in her soft voice.

She gently helped me to sit gingerly in her lap, and as I stared at the floor, avoiding her gaze, she said, “Dick, that was unbelievable. I can’t tell you how long I’ve waited for this moment. You were terrific.”

With that, Sam came in, sipping more wine. “Well, Dick, I’ve never seen Susan so wound up before. Spanking you must have sent her to the moon.”

Susan smiled and said that they wanted me to play with them on a regular basis. “I will warn you, though, that after what happened tonight, I am going to want to spank you every time you come here.”

I grinned sheepishly and said. “I certainly hope so!”