My next door neighbour

It was a warm summers day and I was playing soccer in the garden with friends. Both my parents were out - I cannot remember why. In the late afternoon my friends had to go home, but I carried on practicing my soccer, kicking the ball against the back of the garage. I took an angled shot and the ball bounced off the brick wall, shooting straight over the 6 foot high fence into our neighbours garden. I knew the lady who lived there. I’m guessing now that she would have been about 35 to 40 years old, but as a teenager guessing age was difficult to determine. Anybody over 21 was old! She lived on her own and was very quiet. We rarely saw her. Eventually I plucked up the courage to go round and knock on her door to ask that aged old question - “can I have my ball back please?”. After a short wait she opened the door. She was wearing a floral summer dress down to her knees and black stockings. Growing up in England as a young teenager with hormones charging around my body, I had my very first experience of sexual excitement from spanking. It was a warm summers day and I was playing soccer in the garden with friends. Both my parents were out - I cannot remember why. In the late afternoon my friends had to go home, but I carried on practicing my soccer, kicking the ball against the back of the garage. I took an angled shot and the ball bounced off the brick wall, shooting straight over the 6 foot high fence into our neighbours garden. I knew the lady who lived there. I’m guessing now that she would have been about 35 to 40 years old, but as a teenager guessing age was difficult to determine. Anybody over 21 was old! She lived on her own and was very quiet. We rarely saw her.

Eventually I plucked up the courage to go round and knock on her door to ask that aged old question - “can I have my ball back please?”. After a short wait she opened the door. She was wearing a floral summer dress down to her knees and black stockings. I explained what had happened and she asked me to come in and escorted me through her house to the kitchen door which opened onto her very neat and well kept back garden. A small area of well trimmed lawn close to the house with a modest vegetable patch at the end of the garden. And there was my soccer ball in the middle of her recently sown lettuce plants!

She stood on the grass lawn with her hands on her hips not looking too happy. I started to step over her vegetable plantings to pick up my soccer ball and slowly turned round and made my way back. " Look what you have done to my lettuce plants! A whold line is bent over and probably won't grow now!"  I felt myself blush and said how sorry I was. I got the feeling sorry was not going to cut it!  She grabbed my hand and pulled me back to the kitchen where she pulled out one of her pine chairs from the small kitchen table and sat down. "Im going to take the cost of those plants from you young man!" She demanded in a tone that brooked no argument. I told her that I had no money to pay for them.

"Then we will do it this way" she said as she grabbed my wrist "get over my knee now so that I can give you a jolly good spanking!".  Before I knew it I was over her knee, still wearing my T shirt and soccer shorts. Her hand started to come down on my bottom, every slap stinging with little protection from my thin shorts. It started to hurt and I kicked my legs but she held me there over her knee and gave me the spanking of my life. As I leant over her knee, I could see back up under her summer skirt. She had black stockings held up by a small suspenders belt and small black silk panties.

as I stared up her skirt and felt her hand spanking me, I realised I had the hardest erection that I could remember.  She eventually stopped with my backside now hot, sore and certainly very red. As I stood I rubbed at my bottom with both hands, skipping from one foot to the other. She noticed my erect cock sticking out making a tent from my shorts. "You are a naughty boy aren't you!" she said looking directly at my election as I stood in front of her. She stood up, saying that she hoped I had learnt my lesson.

I had learned a number of lessons that day!