My friend's mom, Mrs. Bartells, was a very beloved part of the community. She managed work for the school, always making sure events went smoothly. She was well connected and established. Mrs. Bartells had a powerful, dominating, intimidating, and sassy personality. She was a lot of fun but always got what she wanted. She was also very generous; when you came over to her house, you were always treated well. She was an excellent cook and loved to mess around with anyone staying at her house.

I found her intimidating but also incredibly attractive. She was a small lady—5'0" and 120 lbs, I towered over her. Despite her small size, she was no less intimidating. She had dirty blond hair worn in a messy ponytail around the house and down when in public. She had a mole on her face that would have been hideous on anyone else, but she just rocked it, making it very sexy. She had an adorable, chubby little bottom that stuck out nicely in her tight skirts. When you woke up in her house, you were treated to the glorious sight of her chubby little bottom in her cotton pajamas! She never looked sexier than right before bed or early in the morning in her PJs. She looked so cute and precious in them—small yet curvy, with a bottom that would obviously jiggle if smacked. One of her darker pajama pants even gave her a noticeable camel toe, which I’d never paid attention to before, but hers looked incredible. She had a gift: everything she did was sexy.

Fast forward to today: I had just finished my second year of college and decided to visit my old friend Max Bartells. We hung out, caught up, and made plans to see each other again. He told me he would be out tomorrow but invited me to swing by in a few days. I agreed and went to his house the next day, knowing he wouldn’t be home.

I rang the doorbell, and out came Mrs. Bartells. She was now in her 50s but hadn’t aged a day! It was late at night, so she was already in her adorable PJs.

“Sam!” she said, immediately recognizing me. “It’s so lovely to see you; you’ve grown up so much!”

“You haven’t aged a day.”

“Oh stop! You’ll make me blush. Max isn’t home, but I’m actually so glad you’re here. I have a whole bunch of boxes from the attic Max was going through, and he left them out—I need them put back.”

“So you just want to use me?” I teased.

“Well, you do owe me, after all. No matter how many times you were annoying in my house, I never threw you out,” she said with a mischievous grin.

“Hey, I wasn’t that bad.”

“You were an absolute pain, screaming whenever you played video games. I wanted to spank the heck out of you for screeching like a maniac! How about this: you move these boxes for me, and I won’t spank you for being such a brat when you were younger.”

“Maybe I’d rather just take the spanking.”

“Naughty boy! How about this: you move the boxes, and then I’ll give you a spanking!”

“Deal,” I said, assuming she was joking. I was fine lending her a hand and started putting the boxes away.

She got us some beers, and we chatted a bit while I moved the boxes.

“If you get tired, you can take a break and finish up later.”

“Oh please, I’m not even breaking a sweat.”

“Ooh, big strong man now! What happened to that fat kid who used to get his butt kicked by my son in video games?”

“Hey! I was way better than him; your son is a liar. Also, I started going to the gym when I started college, and I’ve been very consistent.”

“Good for you. I’m going to grab us some more beers.” She went to the kitchen, and I took every chance to check her out. I finished with all the boxes and went to grab a third beer.

“Thanks for moving all those boxes. Now all I need to do is spank you, then I can send you home.”

I rolled my eyes. “Oh yeah, sure, spank me. Do I go over your knee or just bend over?” I asked sarcastically.

“I like to put naughty boys over my knee, but first, they have to pull down their pants and underwear—I only spank on the bare bottom.”

I jokingly undid my belt. She approached me and pulled my pants down. I froze—I was now standing before her with my boxers on display. She stuck her fingers in the waistband and slowly peeled them down. I was still so intimidated by her that the thought of stopping her didn’t even cross my mind. She brought me to a chair and pulled me over her knee.

“I didn’t think you were serious,” I said while dangling over her lap, my bare bottom out and her hand resting on it.

“I’ve owed you a spanking for a long time.” She patted my bum and said, “Nice cheeks,” and I blushed in a way I never had before.

She started to swat my bum decently hard. She was a small woman and couldn’t spank very hard, but she did her best, and it packed quite a sting.

“Be a good boy and try to stay still. You have a very nice bottom for a man; I see you don’t skip leg day!”

I tried to thank her, but my tongue was tied. She relentlessly kept up her attack on my bottom, excitedly whacking it over and over. Minutes passed, and the spanking didn’t stop or even slow down. I spent half an hour over her knee, and she just never got bored of spanking me. Every once in a while, the smacks stopped as she rubbed and squeezed my cheeks. She was obviously enjoying herself. As she kept spanking me, my erection was rock hard and grinding on her thighs! A few times I worried I’d lose control on her lap, but I couldn’t resist the sensation. Her hand was surprisingly tough; she chose to use no implements and just kept spanking my bare bottom with her hand. After half an hour, she finally stopped and rubbed my bottom.

“Naughty boys go in the corner after a spanking,” she said as she let me go, and I went off to the corner. She followed me and rubbed my butt as I held my hands on my head.

“Your cheeks are so firm; you must do a lot of squats to get such rock-hard glutes! Speaking of rock hard…” she said as she grabbed my erection.

“Awww, is this for me? Did you enjoy your spanking?”

I blushed and held still as she played with me.

“Since you obviously enjoyed your spanking, maybe you should come back regularly for more. Your bottom is a real treat to spank!”

She kept playing with me until I was spent. She smiled and said, “Yummy! I always loved the taste of cum.”

She then helped me get dressed and had me sleep in her son’s room. When I woke up, there she was, making breakfast in her sexy white cotton PJs. She made me a plate, and we ate together. She giggled when she noticed me squirming in my seat from my sore bottom. After breakfast, I had to head out, but before I left, she gave me a kiss and made me promise to visit again soon.