Sixty-six-year-old Ruth Davies's life had changed dramatically in the last three weeks, and it may well continue to change dramatically.

The change had been brought about by a chance meeting with a stranger in a cafe in town. The man was no longer a stranger, and he and Ruth now had intimate knowledge of each other's bodies and minds.

The man was named Richard Compton, and at fifty-six, he was Ruth's junior by ten years.

Until Ruth met Richard, she had not had sex since her late husband Iwan passed away fourteen years before. Sex was far from being the initial attraction between Ruth and Richard, it was the mention of something else that Ruth missed from her marriage, something that she missed very much.

The conversation with Richard in the cafe got from a photograph of a prominent female politician in a discarded newspaper, to the spanking of female bottoms.

Ruth's marriage to Iwan was based on domestic discipline, and that covered the full range from bare-bottomed spankings as a part of foreplay to severe thrashings with a thick leather belt as punishment.

Richard's marriage had involved him turning his wife's buttocks crimson. His marriage ended in divorce but not because of the attention that his ex-wife's bottom got from Richard but because of the attention that she got between her legs from a male half her age.

After a lot of soul searching by Ruth, she visited Richard's house at his invitation on the Friday evening after the cafe meeting, and received a very severe bare-bottomed belting, replicating what Ruth most missed from her marriage.

Ruth masturbated Richard to ejaculation as a thank you, and they had sex the next morning. The sex was at Richard's suggestion and with Ruth's agreement, if Ruth had said no, there would have been no sex.

Ruth had phoned Richard twice over the next several days, once to report the state of her bottom three days after her thrashing, and once just to say 'hello.' They were developing feelings for each other but Ruth was still unsure about what was happening, she had bared her bottom, and more, to a man for the first time in fourteen years.

Richard, for his part, did not want to push things. He liked Ruth, and what she might bring to his life, but he was not going to rush her in case he frightened her off.

Ruth then phoned Richard a further time, and she visited him on a Friday, two weeks after the belting, and she received a long and hard bare-bottomed spanking. The sex that followed was more meaningful to Ruth, but she was still unsure about, and even a bit afraid of, her thoughts.

Richard was content, for now at least, for Ruth to suggest further meetings, but he would one day reach the stage where he asked her how she saw their relationship developing, or indeed if she saw it developing at all.

Ruth liked Richard, he appeared to be almost a mirror image of Iwan in the way that he treated a woman, and she could envisage herself being totally submissive to him. She saw her main sexual task to be that of pleasing her man, and she thought that she would be happy to please Richard.

She had been very self-conscious about exposing her bare bottom to a stranger for that first belting, despite having longed for such a situation for a long while, but she no longer felt shame, because she no longer considered Richard to be a stranger.

Ruth wanted to see Richard again, and soon. Certainly, she imagined getting many more sore bottoms from him in the future, but right now what she was thinking about did not involve getting her buttocks reddened.

She was thinking about sex with him, pure and simple, but what she had been mulling over and over in her mind for what seemed like hours, was that she was considering inviting him to her house, for the sex.

She thought of Iwan and wondered what he would think of her considering inviting a man, a younger man at that, to her bed. She chuckled when she thought of the sore arse that Iwan would have given her if such a thought had ever entered her head during their life together.

Ruth kept thinking and rethinking about phoning Richard. She changed her mind multiple times, even with her phone in her hand.

She selected Richard's number, still unsure of what she would say when he answered.

"Hello Ruth, how are you?" said a delighted Richard when he answered the call.

"Hello Richard, I am fine," said Ruth, both Richard and her being fully aware that her non-use of the word 'sir' suggested that the call was not about spanking, to start with, at least.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure of hearing your voice, my dear?" responded Richard.

"Um, I was hoping to be able to see you,....soon," said Ruth, still not certain about inviting Richard to her house.

"I would like that too, when do you have in mind?" said Richard, assuming that any meeting would be at his house.

"Um, tomorrow, Friday, .... at my house," said Ruth, she had done it.

"At your house?" said a surprised Richard.

"Yes, at my house; is that a problem? I don't mind if it is," said Ruth, almost pleased to see that possibly she could back out of the invitation.

"Not a problem at all, my dear, shall I bring my belt?" responded Richard.

"No Richard, not your belt, just bring your stiff cock," said Ruth, not believing that she heard herself say those words.

"I will most certainly do that, what time do you want me and my stiff cock there?" said Richard, relishing the chance to make love to this very attractive woman.

"Um, um, as early as you want," replied a now flustered Ruth.

"I very much look forward to our meeting, perhaps you should give me your address," said Richard.

"Oh, yes, silly me," said Ruth, who then gave Richard her address. The phone conversation ended with them both very much looking forward to the next evening.

Ruth spent a lot of the night wondering if she had done the right thing. She had invited a man that she had only first set eyes upon less than a month before, to come to her house, to her former marital bed, and to have sex with her.

Yes, she had had sex with him before, but that was in his house, this was taking things to another level.

Some words that she had uttered kept coming back into her head, 'Just bring your stiff cock,' had she, churchgoing Ruth Davies, actually said those words? She should be ashamed of herself. She should be thrashed.

Ruth's mind was in turmoil throughout Friday morning and afternoon, she even considered phoning Richard and saying that she had changed her mind and asking if they could postpone the visit. It got to the point where it would be unreasonably late to cancel, it was going to happen.

Ruth was dressed in quite tight green trousers over black knickers and wore a black bra under a white blouse, she wore makeup, but not an excessive amount. She was quite liberal when spraying perfume on herself though.

They had not said a specific time for Richard to arrive, but Ruth did not expect it to be late. She was now anxious rather than excited because she was going to have sex in her bed with a man for the first time since Iwan passed.

Richard arrived and he looked very handsome and confident as he got out of his car.

"Hello Richard, it is good to see you," said Ruth, nervously.

"It is very good to see you, Ruth, you look gorgeous," said Richard.

"Oh, you did not tell me that you had a problem with your eyesight," chuckled Ruth.

"I mean it, you are a very attractive woman," said Richard.

"And you are a very attractive man," replied Ruth.

"Good, are you going to invite me in?" laughed Richard.

"Oh, yes, yes, sorry, do come in," giggled Ruth, realising that she was standing at her door and her guest was still outside.

Ruth stepped back to allow Richard to enter her house, Ruth closed the door. Richard looked into Ruth's eyes and moved his head towards hers, their lips met, but Ruth was very tentative.

"Relax, Ruth," said Richard.

"I am sorry, Richard, I have not had a man in this house in this situation since Iwan passed, I feel like I am being unfaithful to him," explained Ruth.

"I do understand, but Iwan would want you to be happy, wouldn't he?" responded Richard.

"Yes, yes, he would," replied Ruth.

"And do you think that you and me making love would make you happy?" said Richard.

"Yes, I think that it would," answered Ruth.

"Shall we try again?" smiled Richard, and after a moment he again moved his head towards Ruth's.

This time when their lips met, Ruth responded, and how. Mouth's opened and tongues danced, as their bodies pressed together. Richard's hands went down Ruth's back onto her buttocks, and Ruth could feel Richard's cock hardening against her, as she felt her knickers start to dampen.

"That was much better," smiled Richard, when the kissing finally broke.

"It was, let's go to my bed," said Ruth, her eyes alive with lust.

"Are you seducing me?" chuckled Richard.

"I don't know who is doing the seducing, but I do know that I want you," replied Ruth.

They kissed again and then made their way upstairs and into Ruth's bedroom.

Ruth then had feelings of guilt again, she was soon going to be having sex with a man in the bed that she had shared with Iwan. Richard detected and understood her doubts.

"We only do this if you are sure that you are happy with it, Ruth," said Richard, and he meant it.

Ruth thought for a moment, but did not speak, instead, she undid the zip on Richard's trousers.

"I guess you just gave your answer," said Richard, undoing Ruth's blouse before they had a long and loving kiss.

Ruth undid Richard's shirt, and then the belt and clasp on his trousers.

"You are a gorgeous-looking woman, Ruth Davies," said Richard.

"Flatterer," laughed Ruth, starting to lower Richard's trousers.

Richard put his hands inside Ruth's undone blouse and unhooked her bra. They kissed again, they were both very turned on.

Richard removed Ruth's blouse and then her bra, he fondled her breasts and then licked and kissed them. He played with her erect nipples with his fingers and tongue.

"Oh, Richard," sighed Ruth, throwing her head back. Her knickers were getting quite wet. She had not felt this sexually aroused with a man in fourteen years, even when she had had sex with Richard at his house, she had not felt this good.

Ruth pulled Richard's trousers down, dropping to her knees as she did so. She then massaged the large bulge in his underpants, before lowering his underpants and freeing his erection. She kissed and licked Richard's rigid penis.

"You are an amazing woman, Ruth," said Richard, softly.

Ruth stood, and Richard pulled her trousers down, Richard then fingered the very damp patch in Ruth's knickers.

"Take me, Richard," said Ruth.

Richard pulled Ruth's knickers down, and as she scrambled out of her trousers and knickers, Richard removed his shirt, trousers, underpants and socks.

The now naked mature couple kissed again as hands explored and a penis got stroked and a vagina fingered. They made their way to the bed, and Ruth was on her back guiding Richard's penis into her welcoming vagina.

They made love slowly at first, Richard just easing backwards and forwards as his penis moved in and out. They sighed, groaned and kissed. The pace picked up a little, and Ruth could feel an orgasm approaching.

When it arrived, it arrived at speed.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!" wailed Ruth, as she came hard.

The lovemaking went on and on as they writhed on the bed, this was a mature woman and a mature man in perfect sexual sync. Ruth came again, and a third orgasm was on the horizon.

"Shit! Fuck!" yelled Ruth, very much out of character, as this orgasm hit harder than the first two.

Richard was now thrusting hard and fast and he would be spurting soon.

"Oh, oh, argh," groaned Richard, as his penis released his sperm.

"Yes, yes, oh," wailed Ruth, as she came again.

It took some time for their bodies to relax, and then they giggled and kissed.

"That was fabulous," smiled a very happy and satisfied Ruth.

"It was wonderful," agreed Richard, and they kissed again, lovingly. This had the makings of a long-term relationship.

A little later, Ruth was on her front and Richard was caressing her buttocks. Ruth was no longer self-conscious about a man seeing her bare bottom, and she was loving what he was doing to it.

"I think these buttocks should feel a belt again soon," said Richard.

"Do you sir? You may well be right," replied Ruth.

"Yes, tomorrow night at my house," said Richard.

"I have church Sunday morning, sir," said Ruth.

"Then you will go to church with very sore buttocks," said Richard, giving Ruth's arse a playful slap.

"Yes sir," replied Ruth, who had suffered the agony of sitting in a pew at church with a recently thrashed bottom several times before.

It was arranged and it would happen. In about twenty-four hours, he would be 'Sir' and would be belting her bottom, but right now he was Richard, her lover, and he was softly kissing her arse cheeks.

Ruth was thinking to herself that she could get used to this, as Richard's lips brushed her buttocks and his finger teased her arse crack.

It was almost a dream, having a man sensually playing with her backside and knowing that the same man would belt and spank the same backside in the future. Ruth was a very happy woman at the moment, she had lost her feeling of guilt because she had realised that she had nothing to feel guilty about.

After spending a long time petting and feeling secure in each other's company, they went downstairs naked and had a coffee and a bite to eat. Ruth thought it almost surreal to look at a man's semi-erect penis after going without being in a situation like this for so long.

They went back to bed for the night. They did not make love straight away, but both knew that they would do so again before Richard departed.

At about seven in the morning, Ruth had her legs raised as Richard's penis slid rapidly in and out of her vagina. Ruth came just before Richard did.

They were both thinking about committing to a long-term relationship and both thinking of seeing each other more often, but both were reluctant to mention it just yet.

They got up and got dressed, and after breakfast, Richard left. In a few hours time, he would be 'Sir' and Ruth would be bent over the back of an armchair awaiting a belting on her bare bottom.

Ruth spent much of Saturday thinking back over the previous night and thinking ahead to the upcoming night. She anticipated the forthcoming belting with excitement and dread, she also knew that her bottom would still be extremely sore at church the next morning.

Ruth put her clothes for the church in her car and drove to Richard's house. Unlike the first time that she went there for a belting, Richard did not check if she was sure that she wanted to go ahead with it.

"Take your clothes upstairs and then prepare yourself, you know the procedure," said Richard brusquely, with no suggestion of affection or a kiss.

"Yes sir," said Ruth, who promptly climbed the stairs.

She hung up her clothes for the morning and then removed her trousers and knickers, she then bent over the back of the armchair, her arse pointing at the partially open door.

After about ten minutes, not as long as the first time, she heard Richard climbing the stairs. He went to his bedroom and collected the belt, and then the door to the room that Ruth was in opened.

Richard gazed at Ruth's very attractive backside for a moment and then commenced the belting.

CRACK followed CRACK after CRACK as the belt lashed Ruth's bare bottom. Ruth twisted and writhed as her buttocks got hotter and hotter and redder and redder, but she held her position.

On and on the thrashing went, it was as if Ruth was bent over for punishment from her husband again.

Still, the belting continued, Ruth's arse cheeks were crimson. Ruth was yelling, but not in protest.

Richard was sweating and aroused, and despite the pain, Ruth was content that her man was dealing with her as she should be dealt with.

At last, the flogging ceased. The first time, Richard had laid the belt on Ruth's back and left the room, this time he had other intentions.

Richard put the belt down and undid and lowered his trousers and underpants, his penis was rock hard. He fingered Ruth's vagina, so she was aware of what was about to happen. Sometimes Iwan had put his cock in her immediately after a thrashing. Ruth was groaning and sobbing, but she was happy for what was about to happen. Not for her pleasure, but for Richard's.

After Richard had fingered Ruth enough to get her suitably lubricated, he placed his cock head at her entrance and slid in. He gripped her hips as he thrust hard and fast, punctuating each thrust with a grunt.

Richard did not last long and almost roared as his spunk shot into the submissive Ruth. When he had stopped cumming, Richard withdrew and wiped his sticky penis on Ruth's glowing buttocks, maybe marking his territory and certainly showing that he was dominant.

Richard did not pull up his trousers and underpants, just held them up as he left the room.

Ruth remained in position for quite a while before slowly pushing herself up and putting her hands on her whipped buttocks. She staggered to the bed and lay face down. She cried and sobbed, partly through pain but also with joy and pride, because the man that had dealt with her bottom had satisfied himself in her. She had not cum, she had not expected to.

Ruth was in that position for quite some time. Her sobbing had stopped, but the burning in her buttocks had not. She decided, as she had done the first time, to go and see if she could please 'Sir' in any way.

The first time she had put on her nightdress before going in search of Richard, she had not brought her nightdress this time. She went, naked from the waist down and very painfully, out of the bedroom door. The door to Richard's bedroom was partly open, so she assumed that he was in there.

Every step brought pain to her bottom, but Ruth reached the door and gently knocked.

"Come in," said Richard from within.

This time it was not a shock for Ruth to see Richard naked on the bed.

"I just wanted to thank you for belting my bottom, sir," said Ruth, her voice crackling.

"I will be happy to belt your bottom whenever it needs it," replied Richard, the nearest that either of them had got to a verbal suggestion of things becoming long-term.

"Thank you, sir; Is there anything that you would like me to do to show my appreciation, sir?" asked Ruth, her eyes on Richard's semi-hard cock.

"I did pleasure myself inside you, I hope that you didn't mind," said Richard, feeling a bit guilty about fucking Ruth right after the belting.

"No sir, I was pleased that you received pleasure; Maybe my mouth can please you a bit more, sir," said Ruth, moving painfully towards the bed and Richard.

Ruth did not wait for an answer, she leaned forward and the change of position caused a new jolt of pain in her nether regions.

Ruth took Richard's penis in her right hand and she licked the tip of it. Richard's cock started to swell, and Ruth took it into her mouth.

Ruth licked, sucked and wanked, and Richard squirmed on the bed as his now erect penis got the treatment from Ruth.

Ruth continued giving head, and Richard squirmed some more. Eventually, his back arched, he groaned, and his penis spat cum into Ruth's mouth.

Ruth swallowed all she could, but some dribbled out of her mouth. She took her mouth off Richard's penis and licked her lips, she was pleased that she had given him pleasure.

"Thank you, Ruth, that was wonderful; Would you like to spend the night in this bed?" said Richard.

"No thank you, sir, I will see you in the morning," said Ruth, turning and hobbling out of the room as Richard looked at her recently belted mature buttocks.

There was no suggestion of sex in the morning, Richard had cum four times in about thirty-six hours, and Ruth ate breakfast standing up, her arse still bare.

She very painfully got into her skirt, blouse and jacket for church, her buttocks felt swollen.

They did not kiss on parting, but both knew that they would meet again. They also both knew that soon they would have to discuss their future plans.

Ruth very painfully lowered her buttocks onto her car seat, smiled, a bit weakly, and waved before driving off.

Sitting down in church was agony, as Ruth knew that it would be, and she wondered if any of the straight-laced women wondered why she squirmed in the pew.

When Ruth got home, she staggered to her bedroom, removed her jacket, skirt and knickers, and inspected her bottom in her wardrobe mirror. Looking at her thrashed arse and thinking back over the last couple of days to the time that she and Richard entered this bedroom, got her aroused, and her fingers went in between her legs.

She moved to the bed and swiftly completed the job, sighing 'Richard,' as she came.

Later that Sunday, she phoned Richard.

"I just want to thank you again for dealing with me, sir," said Ruth.

"As I said, I am happy to deal with you whenever you want, in whatever way you want; Perhaps we could discuss our future," said Richard.

"Our future, sir?" responded Ruth.

"Yes, I want to be your sir and your Richard for as long as you want me to be," said Richard.

"I think that I would like that,..,Richard," replied a very happy Ruth.