Fifty-six-year-old Simon Crowther's life had just taken an upturn, not that it was bad anyway because he owned his cottage and had enough money not to need to work.
It had taken an upturn because, in the last two days, he had spanked and fucked two married women, both slightly older than him.
Spanking mature females was something that Simon was very good at; he had had many women placing themselves over his knee or bending over for a caning or belting, in the town where he previously lived.
He had bought his cottage and moved to the village where he now resided, just over six weeks before, and although the locals had been relatively welcoming, he had missed having naked female buttocks to redden.
What had happened in the last two days had come about by Simon hearing the two women whose arses he had now become acquainted with, discussing their lack of marital sex. He was not supposed to have heard the conversation, but he was in the village shop owned by one of the women, Paula Shemmings, and she was talking to her friend Lynne Miller.
They were not aware that Simon was in the shop, and the conversation had gotten to the stage where if Simon had revealed himself, there would be embarrassment all around. He left the shop when another customer entered, and hoped that his leaving, and therefore his hearing of the conversation, went unnoticed. It didn't.
Simon spoke to Paula about what he heard and apologised for not revealing himself, and after a couple of conversations, Paula visited his cottage and got a very sound spanking and a good fucking.
Paula told Lynne everything and, after she had phoned Simon, she got similar to Paula.
Both women intended to go back, possibly frequently, for the sex if not the spankings, although Paula had said that she would take a caning on her next visit.
Simon also wondered just how many other women in the village might want what Paula and Lynne had had if they knew about it.
During her time with Simon, Lynne had asked him if her arse was better than Paula's, and Simon had said that to decide he really needed to see them side by side. The possibility of both women visiting him at the same time was raised, and Lynne mentioned it to Paula; it had not been ruled out.
Simon was not expecting either of the two women to be visiting him again in the immediate future to have their bottoms dealt with, but he thought that one or other of them returning soon for a fuck might be on. He did not consider himself to be a great lover, but he thought himself good enough, and if he found a lady or two that thought the same, then life would be fun.
His mobile buzzed with a text
Hey, Lynne was on a high after her time with you, the horny bitch, haha Love Paula xxxx
Simon had not got Paula's mobile number; until now, he had given her his mobile and landline numbers and Lynne had his landline, and he had hers.
It had been less than two hours since Lynne had left his cottage. Simon was pleased to see that Lynne and Paula had already discussed it.
Good to hear from you and glad that Lynne enjoyed herself. I am thinking of both of you sexy women Love Simon xxxx Simon texted back.
Ha, thinking of our arses I expect. See you soon xxxxxxx responded Paula.
Oh yes, see you soon sexy lady xxxx typed Simon.
Simon did see Paula soon, because he went to her shop in the morning, "Good morning, how are you today, Paula?" beamed Simon.
"Good morning, I am well; you look like the cat that got the cream," laughed Paula.
"Do I? Life is very good at the moment," replied Simon, wishing that he could fuck the very desirable Mrs Shemmings right now.
The shop was quite busy, so neither could say what they would have liked to have said to the other. There was certainly chemistry between them.
Simon glanced to his left and he got a view of a large female bottom in jeans; the woman was bending over looking at something on the bottom shelf. Simon looked up and saw Paula's face cracking in a smile; she had seen where Simon's eyes had gone. Simon grinned in acknowledgement.
The woman straightened up and turned. Simon had seen her around the village before but did not know her name. She was quite attractive, and of a similar age to Simon; she was not wearing a wedding ring.
Simon hung back; he was not planning on buying anything; he just wanted to see and talk to Paula. His eyes were back on the woman's backside as she stood at the counter making her purchase. Paula again smiled knowingly at Simon.
The shop finally emptied, apart from Paula and Simon. "You liked her bum then?" chuckled Paula.
"Yeah, and her face. I have seen her around the village but I don't know her name," replied Simon.
"Her name is Trish O'Neill and she is divorced; she has not got anyone in her life as far as I know, but I don't know if she wants her arse spanked," laughed Paula.
"Oh right," said Simon, wondering if he might have a chance with a third village lady.
"I can put in a word for you, or introduce you two if you would like me to," offered Paula.
"Yes, well, maybe you could see if she might be interested, and if she is, maybe she and I could meet," replied Simon.
"Interested in getting her arse tanned, or in sex, or both?" smiled Paula.
"Either, both; anyway, when are you going to bend over for my cane?" grinned Simon.
"Soon, if you give me a fucking too," said Paula, her eyes flashing.
"Oh, I will certainly fuck you," replied Simon.
"And what is this about Lynne and me coming to you together?" asked Paula, happy that no customers were interrupting their chat.
"Well, that got mentioned because Lynne asked me if her arse was better than yours, and I said that I would need to see them next to each other to decide," answered Simon.
"That is what Lynne said; it might be fun one day though," said an aroused Paula.
Their uninterrupted chat could not last indefinitely; a customer entered the shop.
"See you soon, Paula," smiled Simon, heading for the door.
"Yes, good to see you," responded Paula.
A bit later in the day, Trish O'Neill returned to the shop. She and Paula were friends, although not close friends. Paula wondered if now was a good time to mention her conversation with Simon or not; the shop was otherwise empty.
"Can I ask you something, Trish? It is rather personal," said Paula.
"Rather personal? Okay Paula, what do you want to ask me?" replied Trish.
"It is about sex; do you mind if I ask if you are getting any, and if not, do you miss it?" Paula asked.
"Ha, well, that is certainly personal; no I am not getting any, but sometimes wish that I was; why ever have you decided to ask me that?" responded Trish.
"If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell anyone else?" said Paula.
"Yes, Paula, I promise," said an intrigued Trish.
"I am not getting any with my husband, but I have had it with another man," said Paula, confident that she could trust Trish.
"Right, but why are you telling me this?" asked a slightly shocked Trish.
"Because the man has seen you, and taken a fancy to you," answered Paula.
"Me? When has he seen me?" asked an even more surprised Trish.
"In here earlier today; it is not just sex with him and me though, he has another interest," continued Paula.
"What other interest?" asked Trish, trying to remember who else had been in the shop when she was there earlier.
"Spanking; he likes to spank women's arses," said Paula, watching Trish's face for a reaction.
"Shit! I used to long for my ex-husband to spank my arse, but he never would," replied Trish, surprising Paula.
"Oh! Well, I think I know someone that would like to spank you; would you like to meet him?" said Paula.
"Yeah, yeah, I would; oh shit! who is he?" said an enlivened Trish.
"Simon Crowther that bought the cottage on the edge of the village a few weeks ago," replied Paula.
"How do you know that he is interested in me?" asked Trish.
"Because he admired your backside in the shop earlier, and he asked me to find out if you were interested," said Paula.
"Interested in getting spanked, or sex as well?" responded Trish.
"Both or either, Simon said," answered Paula.
"Fuck! Yes, I am interested in both or either; when can I meet him?" said Trish.
"I can phone him, or I can give you his number; which do you prefer?" said Paula.
"I don't know, um, give me his number, please," replied Trish.
"I should warn you that he spanks bloody hard," said Paula.
"That is what I need, it is what I always needed," said a now very aroused Trish.
Paula gave Trish Simon's number, and their conversation was ended by the shop door opening.
Trish left the shop and Paula thought that maybe the next time that she saw her, she would have been well spanked and well fucked.
Trish went home and picked up her phone. She felt nervous and excited, unsure of what she was going to say.
"Hello," said Simon, answering his phone.
"Is that Simon? Um, you don't know me but, um, Paula Shemmings gave me your number," said Trish.
"Oh, did she? What is your name, young lady?" said Simon, not sure if he was talking to the woman whose arse he had admired in the shop earlier. Paula might be giving his number to lots of women that she thought might need Simon's services.