I made sure Laura was away for the day, then got to work. In the corner of the garage, where two walls and the underside of the roof came together, that was the place. A clear view of the machines, the cabinet, the couch, chaise and table. The camera was tiny, and the power line tucked into the corner like a dream. It was all set up within an hour. I already had the app on my phone, all I needed to do was follow the link on my laptop and we were in business. I stood over by the chaise and waved, then checked it out. It activated as soon as I came within the field of vision. The picture was clear and sharp.
I moved the furniture slightly, getting everything at just the right angle. then waited. It turned out to be a long wait; Laura didn't get home till after seven. I was already in my gym gear, and headed over. After about 20 minutes I felt a hand squeeze my bicep. 'Looking good,' Laura said, with a smile, and headed for a cross trainer right in front of me. She really did have a fantastic ass, and I enjoyed gazing at it for as long as I could stand, at least 10 minutes, and then silently picked up the thin cane I had stowed underneath my towel, made my way beside her, and took aim. It was a good one, and she pulled up in surprise, hands clutching her backside. I held the cane up and apologised, tongue very much in my cheek. Laura's eyes took on that playful glint I knew so well. She stepped off the cross trainer. 'Well, if you put it like that, kind sir..' she said, and bent over the table. Sometimes we seemed to be thinking the same thoughts. It was uncanny.
Laura's rear, covered in stretched, thin lycra, was a thing of beauty. I took two quick steps and brought the cane down with a swish and Whack! full across the most rounded part. Laura closed her eyes and let out a small gasp. I drew my arm back. Whoosh! Crack! A gulp of air, which she let out at the next Crack! of the thin rattan across both cheeks. She jerked back with the pain, nearly got to her feet, stayed down. I tapped her burning bottom lightly, then the cane sliced through the air, searing a line across her backside. She cried out and her hips bucked against the edge of the table. Two more stinging blows: Swish/Crack! Swish/Crack! in quick succession, then the final one: I drew the cane back fully, put my weight behind it; the Swoosh! and Crack! were loud, and the reaction was everything I had hoped for. Laura leapt to he feet, hands kneading her stinging ass, and hopped from one foot to the other, singing loudly - 'Aah! AAAH! Ooh! That was worse than Miss Hunter when she was really angry!'
I almost stopped in the act of freeing my aching erection. 'Interesting.' I said. 'Let's talk about it later.' Laura was gently easing her lycra leggings over her stinging bottom. I was in no mood for delay, and I helped her, practically tearing them off, and pushed her forward again, over the table. She opened her legs wide and looked over her shoulder. 'Come on, don't hang about,' she taunted. I gripped her hips, took aim and slid in to the hilt. I pulled out so that only the tip of my cock was gripped by her clit, and slid back in, fully embedding myself in that velvety softness, increasing the speed and power of my thrusts incrementally until I was pounding her pussy furiously. Laura's moans and the squirming of her punished backside as my groin slammed into it were too much to bear, and I soon felt my orgasm building. As if she had been waiting for that Laura bucked and cried out as her own orgasm overwhelmed her. I stood, still inside her, letting the aftershocks subside. I hoped the new camera had caught it all. It would make a great home movie.
I slid my spent shaft out and stepped back, unable to resist a quick open palmed smack to that appealing target. Laura jumped and turned, hand raised, and caught me a stinging slap on my rear. 'Two can play at that game, my boy,' she said, eyes glinting dangerously. She was smiling, and I smiled back. On impulse, I pulled her close and we shared a quick kiss, then a longer, softer one. We stayed there a long time, in the centre of the square room, holding each other tight. Of their own accord, my hands found themselves resting on the warmth of her ass. I gave both cheeks the slightest of squeezes, and she emitted a tiny murmur, almost a squeak. She broke away from our kiss. 'A little tender down there,' she smiled. 'Not that I'm complaining.'
I stood back, held her at arm's length as I lost myself in her eyes, which were playful and amused. I marvelled, once again at the expressiveness, the beauty of the woman who I had discovered, alone, living in the room above the garage. 'It's early. Why don't we have a bottle of wine? I've got a really good bottle of Sauvignon on ice, just asking to be opened.'
'I need a shower first, and so, I would suggest, do you.' I loved it when she was masterful. 'Fifteen minutes,' she said, and made for the stairs to her sanctuary.