I rang the doorbell, and Mrs. Bartels quickly came to the door.

“Ooh, I don’t remember ordering myself a late-night treat!” she said with a big smile on her face. “Come in.” She took my hand and practically dragged me inside. She was a small woman, but I let her pull me along. She wore dark pajama pants that revealed her cameltoe in the front and her chubby bottom in the back.

“You can just go ahead and strip for me,” she said. “Mama wants to get straight to business!”

I took off my clothes for her. She had a very commanding presence, and I could not refuse. She giggled like a schoolgirl as I removed my shirt. Then she insisted on taking my pants down herself. She pulled them off along with my boxers and played a little with my erection that had just appeared. She then took me to the couch and placed me over her lap. She pressed my cock between her legs and started playing with my ass.

“Such a cute butt, such a treat to spank!”

She gave me a few love taps before getting serious. She relentlessly smacked my bottom until the stinging began. My cock was rock hard between her thighs, which squished it tightly. I tried my best not to bust on her couch and legs. She focused on one cheek at a time, hitting the same spot over and over, which really started to hurt. I grinded over her lap, trying to get her to hit a different spot. She told me to cut that out or she would fetch a paddle. I stayed still as she thrashed my bottom with her beautiful bare hand. Feeling her fleshy hand on my bare ass was much better than a paddle. Hearing the sound of her hand slapping my bottom was thrilling. My ass stayed very warm as she kept up her assault. After a long time over her knee, she let me get up. My cock pointed straight at her.

“That looks like a fun ride!” she said as she took my hand and dragged me to her room. She stopped quickly, made me lie on the bed, then climbed on top and started riding me. She let out sexy moans, and I watched her tits bounce as she rode me hard. She turned around and let me watch her cheeks bounce and clap as she used my cock to make herself cum twice before I busted inside her.

She said one word: “More.” Then she brought herself up and started riding my face. My nose pressed against her clit as she used it to pleasure herself. She rode until she came once, then sat down on my face and told me to give her my tongue. She made me tongue her until she came two more times, and she made me swallow her cum—she was quite the squirter.

“I swallowed your cum, so be a good boy and swallow mine!”

She finally satisfied herself, held me close, and told me not to move until she fell asleep. We ended up falling asleep together, and I woke up the next day still with her arms around me.

This happened many more times. However, one day I decided it was time to turn the tables on her. For too long I had admired that lovely, mature, small, chubby bottom. It was finally time to give it a spanking. I rang her doorbell, and she answered.

“Here for your usual?” she asked.

“Not today.”

She looked surprised but curious. What was in store for her?

“I must say, Mrs. Bartels, you’ve been a very bad girl—spanking your son’s friend, sleeping with him. Someone needs to put you in your place.”

“Oh, and who’s going to do that, you?” she teased.

“Absolutely,” I said, stretching out my hand. “Come with me.”

She took my hand, and I brought her to the couch and laid her over my knee. I finally had the chubby bottom I had been checking out for years over my lap. She wore her adorable pajamas, and I stroked her bottom over the fabric. Then I gave a few love taps and light spanks. She turned her head to face me and gave me a mischievous smile—she was loving this!

“Is that the hardest you can do?” she asked just as I was about to spank her harder. She started to let out little laughs and giggles. She found the spanking exciting and wanted me to really thrash her bottom.

I told her to get up and pull down her pants. She got up quickly and gladly yanked them down. She had on plain white cotton panties that looked very cute on her. I put her back over my knee, and she kept giggling while I spanked her through the panties. I spanked her harder than before—I wanted her to start wiggling a bit. Her body began to rock slightly, and as I kept going harder, she started to shake more. Her panties rode up her bum, revealing a bit of her butt, which had started to turn pink. I could no longer hold back—I needed to see that bare bum in all its glory! It had felt like many long years of waiting. I commanded her to get up and yanked her panties right down.

There it was—her chubby little butt. It lacked the perkiness of a younger ass; this one was over half a century old. I had fantasized for many hours about how her ass looked bare, and now I was finally seeing it! I gave her cheeks a little grab and squeeze—they were soft and juicy. I pulled her back over my knee; her bare cheeks jiggled as she was thrown across my lap. I slowly resumed spanking, enjoying the way her bum jiggled with each hit. I kept up the spanking for a long time, loving every second.

I took breaks between rounds to rub, squeeze, pinch, and grab her ass. I allowed myself to enjoy her ass in every way I pleased. I made sure every inch of her cute little old ass was burning red! She started to scream and yelp in the most adorable way as I roasted her butt. Her legs kicked wildly, and I had to hold her down. I checked between her legs regularly during the spanking, and it got wetter every time I touched her. Her ass glowed red, and she was crying but never asked me to stop—she was loving this too much. She was always the one in charge, having all the power. Now she was finally able to let go and give up control to someone else. It had been decades since she had received a spanking, and she had never gotten one as hard as this.

Seeing her ass glow and shake made me incredibly hard—I needed to feel my cock thrusting between those lovely red cheeks! I pushed her off my lap, bent her over the couch, and started fucking her ass. Her ass was small, but she was talented and took my entire throbbing cock! She moaned in absolute pleasure as I took her. I filled her ass with cum, then put her in the corner.

“I think you know the position,” I told her with a smile.

“Yes, Daddy,” she said obediently, putting her hands on her head, nose to the wall, and thrusting her ass out. It was a beautiful display, and hearing such an older woman call me Daddy was fun to hear. I savored the show for a long time before deciding to go one more round with her ass. I pumped another load into her, then sat her down on my lap. She squirmed and stifled a cry. Her ass hurt a lot, but she did not dare complain.

I stroked her lovely dirty blonde hair as I enjoyed her warm bare ass sitting on my lap.

“So, what was it like to be on the other side for a change?” I asked.

She let out a nervous little giggle. “Well, it was nice not to have to do all the work this time.”

“How long has it been since you were on the receiving end?”

She took a moment to think. “I was around your age when my father last spanked me. It was a few weeks before I moved out.”

“How did he do it?”

“He used a belt—three dozen strokes. He made me count each one.”

“Do you miss it?”

“Of course not!” she exclaimed, blushing.

“I think you do. Maybe once your bottom heals, and you need another spanking, you can get a taste of my belt.”

She blushed harder and snuggled deeper into my embrace. I held her for a long time before we both fell asleep on the couch.