My mother-in-law, Gwen, was an insanely gorgeous woman. Even at age 52, she was the sexiest woman I had ever known. Beautiful face, long flowing wavy hair, engaging provocative smile. Breasts nice and full enough to make even a non-breast man like me to take notice and think, “Dang... that’s really nice. Maybe I have been wrong on that subject."
But for me, her best feature was definitely her ass – oh my word. It was perfect. Simultaneously firm but bouncy, with engaging curves from the rear view, from the side profile view, and from the view that is in my opinion the sexiest: from above, bent over just a bit, legs straight, feet together, with a perfect view of that perky bottom waiting for a solid smack with a hand on both bouncy buns at once. I am getting hard just writing about her and thinking about the day I finally got my hands on that fabulous ass.
Ever since I first started dating my now-wife, super-sexy in her own ways, I immediately noticed that my future mother-in-law was ridiculously sexy. But not just because of her body shape. She had an indescribable ass, a beautiful face, nice tits, sure. But it was more than that. The way she dressed and the way she carried herself amplified her natural sexuality to the point that she just dripped with sexual tension, even at 52. She wore very short shorts on a normal basis, and absolutely killed it. One particular pair of short white shorts that she wore didn’t even come close to covering her beautiful bottom all the way.
She enjoyed teasing all of us men around her all the time. Countless are the times she bent over in front of me, clearly intentionally, legs perfectly straight, back arched so her bottom lifted in the most perfect way, wearing those short white shorts, in a please-spank-my-bottom sort of pose, freezing in place to make sure I had an eye full. And then she would stand up slowly, place her hands on her behind down to her exposed buns, and rub very slowly while breathing just a little bit heavier, showing feigned innocence that she didn’t know her bottom had been uncovered while she was bent over. She would hold her buns for a few very long seconds, almost like she was pretending that she had been bent over getting her bottom spanked. After that she would sometimes steal the ever-so-slightest glance at me to see if I had watched the show. She always could see that, yes, of course I watched the show, and yes, my member was instantly steel-rigid as a result, thank you very much.
Over the years I saw my father-in-law smack her bottom 3 times when they both thought no one was watching. Her response was always a delighted smile and feigned surprise, while grabbing her bottom and lifting up on her toes in the sexiest way possible, clearly for their shared enjoyment. And mine, although they didn’t know that part. I remember one occasion in which she was walking through the TV room where he and I were watching golf. She was an avid golf fan, and he knew she would want to see a shot that had just been made, so he told her to watch the replay. She stopped to look at the TV. She was wearing tight full-length jeans, facing away from us; he and I were both instantly staring at her ass. He asked her to move because he couldn’t see the TV, but he added, “Although I don’t mind the view I have now.” He looked at me, seeking concurrence, asking me, “Right?”
“I am not about to comment on that,” I replied. But I was thinking, “Oh my God, are you kidding me? I can’t get enough of staring at your wife’s fabulous ass!” Well, he must have known for a while that I checked out her ass every chance I got. Well, that’s water under the bridge. I had always just assumed that he spanked her on a regular basis. I knew she kept a nice set of lingerie on hand; I assumed that he would bend her over his knee a few times a week to hand spank or maybe even paddle that sexy bottom in a tiny red teddy.
So went the first few years of my relationship with my mother-in-law. I don’t even know how many times I had to relieve my pent-up raging pressure after having stared at this sexy woman for an afternoon, watching her bend over in those skimpy white shorts, imagining having her over my knee for a spanking on that delicious ass. I had no expectation that it would ever actually occur, of course. It seemed to be truly off limits. After all, who spanks his mother-in-law? It’s just not done.
Then came her fifty-second birthday on an upcoming Saturday. I realized, with gleeful silent celebration, that events were starting to line up perfectly for me to actually have a real shot at making my fantasy come true. We were all going out to dinner on Friday night to celebrate her birthday a day early, but the next day on Saturday, everyone in the family was going to a school event. Except me and Gwen – she and I would instead be at Gwen’s house for me to install a ceiling fan for her. With Saturday being her actual birthday, I thought, “Oh my God. This will be the day. I am going to actually spank that sexy, naughty woman.” I was raging hard all week just thinking about it.
The morning came and I gathered my tools and went to her house. I was already insanely hard just walking up to her door. She opened the door and I was blown away with the sight: very tight faded jeans shorts, and a tight white T-shirt. I barely avoided an audible gasp, which I think was her intent. She closed the door, and I waited for her to walk ahead of me so I could stare at those beautiful buns shifting in the tight shorts as she walked and swayed in front of me. “My God, that ass is flawless, and she clearly wants me to spank her,” I thought, partly because I thought it was true, and partly to bolster my confidence.
I set about my work installing the ceiling fan. I had to move a bunch of furniture out of the way first. As I worked, I was trying to work up the nerve to segue the conversation towards her birthday and the tradition of birthday spankings, all the while trying not to cum in my jeans just thinking about it. I was on a ladder a lot, with my cock at eye level for her; she must have noticed the bulge in my jeans and known that she was the cause. I nearly fell off the ladder one time when she bent over in front of me to water plants.
Near the end of the fan installation, she told me how much she appreciated my work and she asked if there was any way she could help me clean up. I said no, that I was happy to do it. Which was true – any activity at all was enjoyable in the presence of this electrically sexy lady.
As I started to return the furniture to original positions, she rocked my world saying, “I’m sorry I didn’t have the furniture out of the way before you got here. I know that I'm probably in trouble for that.”
Wait - did she just say that? It sounded like she just stopped short of saying, “You should bend me over and spank my bottom.”
After lifting my jaw off the floor, and recognizing this wide-open door, I replied confidently, “I agree completely, Gwen. I think you need a birthday spanking.”
She tried to act surprised, but she clearly was driving toward the same result I was. Trying to feign that she wasn't pursuing a spanking, she told me, “Oh! I’m too old for a spanking!”
I replied, “Nonsense. Let me finish cleaning up, then I am going to spank your bottom.”
While I cleaned up my tools, I stole several looks towards her, trying to gauge her expectations. At one point, she went and stood by the couch, placed her feet together, arched her back to lift her naughty bottom, and placed her hands on her buns to rub them, clearly in anticipation of the spanking she was about to get. Her feigned resistance had evaporated, and it seemed like she was getting horny just thinking about what was coming. I was in shock as I watched that, thinking, “My God, she is about to get a spanking, and she knows it and craves it.”
“All done. Are you ready to get your bottom spanked?” I asked, mostly because I knew we would both love hearing it said out loud. Saying the words sent an extra surge of blood to my cock. On hearing the words, she lifted on her toes slightly as she still held her bottom, like I had seen her do in the past after my father-in-law had smacked her pert bottom. So sexy – but this time the stunning visual was all for me.
“Yes,” she said, acting the role in Hollywood style, pretending that she actually deserved a spanking. The sexual tension in the air was palpable. She placed her hands together flat on the couch cushion, bending over and lifting her bottom to get spanked. I walked over to her, staring at that gorgeous ass, trembling I was so excited. I reached out and placed my hand on her bottom – both buns, so that she would know I intended to spank both of her perfect buns at the same time on her perfect sit spots. I just held my hand there, feeling the firm sexy curves of her ass, listening to her breath catch, then recover and hasten as she realized that she was actually about to get the spanking she craved. She lifted even higher when she felt my hand owning her ass before I started.
“How many?” I asked, as if I didn’t know. I had played this in my mind a hundred times over the ensuing week, and jacked off almost as many, it seemed. I knew the answer was fifty-two, plus one to grow on.
“Fifty-two,” she said quickly, clearly already focused on how many licks she was about to get.
“Plus one to grow on,” I added.
“Yes,” she agreed.
I drew back my hand and without further words, I smacked that perfectly presented behind. This was all before cell-phone cameras, but my mind was in hyper-drive recording this in a high-res video. “Oh my word, that is fantastic,” I thought as I watched that fabulous behind, firm yet jiggling exquisitely from that first lick. Tight but bouncy, despite being held even tighter by the stretched jeans shorts. The seam of the jeans dove deep in between her ass cheeks, making a breath-taking view of two round globes presented to be punished. She sucked in a short gasp, which betrayed more sexual pleasure than pain, although it had a hint of that as well. Just the right amount, in fact. I smacked her naughty bottom again, a bit harder this time, but not too hard. My goal was that perfect blend of sting combined with an obvious sexual intent. After about five licks, she said in a breathy voice, looking at me, “I’m going to have a sore bottom!”
I thought I was going to faint from how sexy she was making this experience for me. I kept spanking her pert bottom, giving a few licks a little harder every now and then. Her sexual pleasure grew as I kept spanking her, to the point that by the end, she was no longer trying to hide it really. I gave her the last three licks much harder, actually hard enough to be real punishment, because in reality I agreed that she needed to be punished for not having prepared the room for my work, irrespective of the fact that we were both about to cum from the experience. She leaned in even more during those last three harder licks, like she had wanted it harder all along. After the fifty-third and final lick, she jumped up and grabbed her bottom with both hands, as if it had been the hardest spanking she had ever gotten. She didn’t have to pretend this time as she rubbed her bottom– she really had just gotten a spanking. She rubbed her sore bottom for a good two minutes, way longer than was really needed, but it was crazy sexy. Sexiest thing I had ever seen.
Despite being lightheaded from limited blood supply to my brain for the last few minutes, I managed to load my tools into the truck. As I was about to leave, I said, “I hope I didn’t spank you too hard,” mostly because I just wanted the whole thing to never end.
“No, you didn’t. It wasn’t too bad. I deserved it…I actually thought it would be harder,” she replied.
Being an idiot, I let it drop there, but clearly she wanted me to spank her again. I know that I could have had her over my knee for Round Two. That missed opportunity would become the fuel for future fantasies, including the replay of the sexiest thing I have ever heard a woman say: “I’m going to have a sore bottom!”
Writer's notes:
This is my first story to share. I have many stories that, like this one, are R/L events. I will generally tell the story the way it actually happened with no embellishment. For most, I will follow-up with an alternate version that includes my fantasy embellishments. I hope everyone enjoys!
That utterance remains, in all of my years, the sexiest thing I have ever heard from a woman. It replays in my mind over and over – arouses me even now after several years.
