Women Spanking Men

Bawling Like A Baby by Mako Allen

(c) 2002, all rights reserved
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I was feeling pretty mature when, at the end of my freshman year at the major metropolitan university I attend, I decided to stick around town and work a summer job. I knew I would need a place to stay once the dorms had closed for the summer, so I looked in the school paper, and checked the bulletin boards all over campus. Tacked to one, I found this small ad, no more than a post-it note, really. The ad said:

“Widow with large house near campus seeks student boarder. Sex, race, unimportant.”

Little did I realize how wrong that comment would turn out to be! There was a phone number and a rental price listed on the ad. The rent listed was a good $150 cheaper than I had budgeted for, and I decided to call. The widow, Eva invited me to come see the house that afternoon.

The house was beautiful – and huge. It was a large three-floor Tudor-style house, in a quiet neighborhood just a few blocks from campus. I was surprised when Eva answered the door. From her rather serious-sounding voice, I assumed that she would be a very old woman. 

But she was far from old. Eva looked to be in her forties, best as I could tell. She was of above average height – about 5’ 8” I think. All I knew was that she was a bit taller than me. She had lovely olive skin, and beautifully dark hair, and eyes. I couldn’t help looking at her pendulous breasts, which had a sexy slight droop to them that suggested they had known the pleasures of many hands and lips. I’ve always had a thing for older women, because I find their experience and take-charge nature both exciting and, in a way I could never explain before, comforting.

I told her that she looked far too young to be a widow. Eva told me that her husband had been some sort of stock analyst and had done very well financially. But he had passed away six months ago after a protracted stay in bed, leaving her all alone in this empty house. Despite the 15-year difference in their age, Eva said she had loved her older husband, and didn’t regret a moment of their marriage. “Truthfully,” she admitted, “I liked taking care of him.”

And he had taken care of her, as well. Eva told me that if the rent she was asking for was too high she could lower it. It was just a formality. What she was really looking for was good company and someone to fuss over a bit. We talked for a while, and I told her I was entering my sophomore year, and still undeclared in my major, and that I was looking for a place to stay during the summer while I worked my summer job, painting houses.

I knew we had hit it off well when she offered to show me my “rooms.” We went up the squeaky hardwood staircase to the second floor, where she showed me what she called “the guest suite”. It really was a suite! The bedroom was enormous, and had its own private bathroom and sitting room as well. But the centerpiece of the entire suite was the large brass frame feather bed. It had high and wide head and footboards, the kind with thick vertical bars running all the way across them. The bed was so high off the ground that my feet couldn’t actually touch the floor when we sat on it side by side.

I swung my feet back and forth, and Eva laughed. She put her hand on my thigh, and looked at me earnestly. “This was one of the few things I brought with me into the house,” Eva said. “It was my own bed when I was a child.”

“Do you like the room, Neil?” Eva asked me. I rolled my eyes. How could I not! When I told her I would definitely take the room, she leaned over and hugged me. Her hair smelled like lilacs.

When Eva had said she was looking for someone to fuss over, she wasn’t kidding. I was sort of stunned the first time I saw her making my bed. “You don’t have to do that, Eva!” I said, shocked. “Oh, dear,” she said, “I like fussing over you!”

One night, after about a week of unexpected surprises like this (which I must confess I enjoyed thoroughly) I found a neatly folded pile of my clothing on my bed, including a whole bunch of underwear. I immediately went to find Eva, to tell her that I thought I was taking advantage of her.

She laughed. “Don’t you dare think any such thing, dear!”

I pointed out that her washing my underwear was a bit personal, too!

“Oh, don’t you bother yourself about that Neil! Just think of me as your aunt!” In fact, she decided right then and there that I simply must call her “Auntie Eva”. For some reason I didn’t understand, I blushed deeply.

I asked her what would happen if I didn’t call her “Auntie Eva,” and she joked, “well, then I’d have to scold you of course!” We both laughed at that, and from then on I did call her Auntie Eva, and decided to enjoy the attention she lavished on me, rather than worry about it.

Work with the painting company was going well, and I was very pleased with the money I was making. With the absolute pittance of a rent Auntie Eva was charging me, I was socking almost $300 a week into my bank account. I felt rich, flushed with newfound wealth. One Friday night after work, the crew boss invited us all to go pub-crawling with him. I decided to reward myself, and fake ID in hand, followed the group from bar to bar until the dim hours of the early morning.

I got pleasantly drunk, drunk enough to paw good-naturedly at this girl’s breasts until she slapped me. Deciding I’d had enough, one of the other painters gave me a lift home. I was sober enough to let myself in quietly with my key, and to walk carefully up the steps in an effort not to make any noise. I fell face down on that wonderful bed, and slept like a baby.

I didn’t realize just how much I’d slept like a baby until the next morning. My clothes, which I’d slept in, were soaked with my own pee. The down comforter, as well as the mattress, had huge yellow pee stains as well. Mortified, I stripped off my beer, smoke, and pee stained clothes, and headed for the shower.

When I got out of the bathroom, I was surprised to find Auntie Eva balling up my clothes, and making ready to strip the bed. I cleared my throat to let her know I was there, but she kept at her task, with her back to me. “Auntie Eva,” I asked, sheepishly, “Do you mind if I get dressed?”

She turned around, my underpants clenched in her fist. “As a matter of fact, I do mind, 

Neil,” she said harshly. She held up the pee-soaked jeans I’d been wearing the night before. 

“You wet your pants,” she said, simply. Then she held the pants up to her nose, and inhaled deeply. “You wet the bed, because you were out at some smoky bar, drinking beer illegally, young man.”

She was scolding me! I opened my mouth to protest, but the look she gave me stopped me in my tracks. “And worst yet, you wet the bed, my bed.” I felt the hot flush of shame, and could feel my ears turning red. “I’m sorry, Auntie Eva,” I said.

“Not as sorry as you’re going to be. Get over here, Neil.” Eva sat down on the bed.

Before I could question what I was doing, I’d crossed the room to stand by her side. Auntie Eva reached out and grabbed me by the ear, and pulled me across her knees. When she pulled the towel away from my freshly showered rear end, I knew she was going to spank me.

Time slowed to a crawl as I lay across Auntie Eva’s lap. I couldn’t believe that I, a 20-year-old man, was going to get a bare bottom spanking! I looked back over my shoulder, and in slow motion watched Eva lift her hand high in the air and bring it crashing down on my pale white buttocks.

God that really stung! I let out a wince of pain, and as she brought her hand down again, tried to squirm out from underneath her. Auntie Eva noticed, and she grabbed my right arm, and pulled it up into the small of my back. The wrenching pain in my arm was almost worse than the slow throbbing fire in my bottom and I settled down.

Eva raised her hand again and again, landing a volley of spanks on my rapidly reddening behind. The pops and smacks of her hand against my backside echoed off the walls sounding a harsh staccato beat.

Auntie Eva spanked me thoroughly and completely, from the very top of my cheeks, down into the soft fatty cleft where they met my legs, and on the backs and insides of my thighs, all the way down to just above the inside of my knees.

I soon found that I’d stopped silently telling myself how I was a man, and how it was ridiculous that I was actually being spanked. In fact, as the spanking wore on, I started to think that I’d do just about anything to get Auntie Eva to stop spanking me. As she began smacking the insides of my thighs, I realized there was nothing I could do to get her to stop. Then, as she slapped just above the backs of my knees, something inside me snapped. I realized I had been naughty, that I was bad and that I both needed and deserved this spanking. I felt round, hot, salty tears pouring down my face, and I cried out, stuttering, “I’m s-s-sorry Auntie E-e-va!” Then without any further hesitation I slumped against her lap, and bawled like a baby.

Eva stopped spanking me, and began to gently stroke my back. “Oh, baby,” she cooed softly, “it’s all right. Shhhh.” She ran her hand up and down my legs and bottom. I could feel her hand against the hot, tender pink flesh of my backside, her smooth palm against the inside of my thigh.

As I caught my breath, I realized how hard my cock had become. I could feel the heat from my blazing cheeks slowly but firmly pushing its way down into my cock, and balls. Eva cupped her hand around them, weighing and fondling them, and then moved her hand up and around my bulging cock.

She reached behind her, and brought out a small blue jar, passing it over my head and out of sight. I bent my head back to see what it was, but hissed in pain as she pinched my balls. “Be a good boy, Neil,” she said, simply. I put my head down and closed my eyes.

I could hear her unscrewing the lid of the jar, and a moment later, felt the cool slightly oily sensation as she rubbed the cold cream into my fiery ass cheeks. Her delicate fingers traced crazy looping patterns all over my bottom, and thighs. I couldn’t believe that these were the hands that had punished me so cruelly just a moment ago.

With one hand, Eva parted my ass cheeks and I gasped as she pressed a slick and slippery finger against my clenched nether hole. She wriggled her finger back and forth for a moment, teasing my rosebud open, and then plunged it in deep. I groaned and my cock stiffened in response.

Auntie Eva lifted her other hand off me, and I could tell she was refilling it in the jar. I moaned delightedly when I felt her slippery hand begin kneading my balls, and then stroke my cock.

She pumped gently at first, then more quickly and firmly. The heat from my spanked ass and throbbing cock rose up into my belly, and, clenching tightly, I grunted as I sprayed three quick stripes of come across Eva’s red crushed velvet skirt.

I looked up at Auntie Eva fearfully, not sure whether I had done right to come. I was relieved when she lifted me off her lap, and gave me a big hug. She told me that I would help her to clean up the bed, and to wash my soiled clothes. After that, my punishment would be done and I could “go out and play.” I asked her if I could stay in and play and she laughed. I knew our relationship would never be the same again.

That night, before I went to bed, I jerked off furiously in my bathroom, remembering the feeling of lying across Auntie Eva’s lap. I closed my eyes and clenched my bottom, feeling the simmering heat of its sore flesh. I replayed each spank in slow motion. Knees trembling, I spurted a thick jet of come into the toilet. Even though I had to sleep on my stomach, I drifted off to sleep smiling.

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