I’d been renting a room from Mrs. Gray for almost 4 months. She was an older lady, a divorcee who looked similar to my mother in many ways. They were both tall, almost a full head taller than I stood. They were both sturdily built with broad shoulders, big boobs, wide hips, and thick thighs. And like my mother, they were both kind, but strict at the same time and could become firm if the need arose. Affectionate is not a word I’d choose to describe either of them. Even more, Mrs. Gray never liked to repeat herself or be kept waiting.
Mrs. Gray had scolded me on a few different occasions during those first four months. The reasons for being scolded were for things like leaving clothes in the dryer overnight or failing to follow through after she told me to do something. Every time I was left sobbing while apologizing repeatedly. I hated to disappoint her and always felt terrible when I did.
One afternoon, she called up to my room from downstairs. I was reading at the time. “Jamie, the dishwasher stopped.” That was one of my regular chores, unloading the dishwasher.
That afternoon I was deeply into the story I was reading. I made the mistake of answering her, “One sec!”. I had almost finished the chapter and just couldn’t leave it unfinished.
The next thing I heard were her footsteps storming up the stairs. I stopped reading in midsentence and set my book down, stood up, lowered my chin, and waited for her. I knew I’d screwed up. I could already feel tears welling up in my eyes. The first one ran down my cheek before she’d even burst into the room. The moment I saw her, I knew she was extremely upset.
She barked at me, “I ask you to do a few simple chores around this house. Do you feel overworked, young man?”
My voice wavered as I began to sob, “No. I’ll go unload the dishwasher right now.”
She barked back, “No you will not!”. She grabbed hold of the back of my neck and drug me downstairs. She pushed me straight into a corner in the kitchen beside the broom closet. “Stand right there with your nose in that corner and think about how much you’ve disappointed me! I thought I’d invited a well-behaved young man into my home! Not a ruffian!”
I stood there sobbing with my running nose pressed into the corner. I listened to her throw open the dishwasher. The sound of dishes clanking together echoed around the room. While she worked, she never stopped reprimanding me for my behavior.
“You’re too busy to do the few simple things I expect of you.” She changed her voice to a high pitch to imitate me, “One sec!”. Her voice returned to her angry voice, “You can’t imagine how badly I wanted to slap you across the face when I walked into your room!”
I whimpered softly, “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Gray.”
She barked even louder, “You, young man, are in dire need of some severe discipline! You don’t know how badly I still want to take you over my knee and give you the beating of your life!”
I began sobbing even louder and more uncontrollably. But at the same time, my little penis had grown very stiff in my pants. No one had ever raised a hand to me before. Yes, my mother was strict and often scolded me. But I’d never been slapped or spanked. But I’d watched naughty movies of girls being spanked and always wondered what it would be like. While I stood there with my nose in that corner, I imagined what it would be like to lay over Mrs. Gray’s knee and have her spank my bare behind. I clenched my cheeks and a soft moan slipped from my lips.
She stopped what she was doing and crossed the kitchen until she stood right behind me. She leaned down close enough that I could feel her warm breath on the side of my neck and ear. She spoke in a much softer tone, “Did you just moan? Do you think I was kidding?”.
I was about to answer her. But before I could, she spun me around, raised her hand, and slapped me across the face hard! I nearly fell down. She hit me so hard it felt like my face was going to explode. I began bawling while clutching my cheek with both hands.
She stared into my eyes and I knew she was still very angry. She barked, “Put your hands down!”
I hesitated for only a second before slowly lowering my hands to my sides. Every muscle in my body was tight. I was afraid, truly afraid for the first time in my life. Mrs. Gray was much stronger than I was. When she struck me, it became the first time I’d been on the receiving end of violence since moving out of my mother’s home. Tears were pouring down my face. My nose was running and I’d never been so upset. Having her punish me was, for some reason, far worse than when my mother had.
Then Mrs. Gray raised her hand again. I raised my chin, squeezed my eyes shut, clenched my jaw, and waited for it. When it came, it was just as powerful as the first one. But she followed that up with a slap from her other hand to my other cheek. She slapped escort bursa me over and over, one cheek then the other. My face was burning and I was bawling while I struggled to keep my hands at my sides. The way she struck me with her open palms made my cheeks burn like crazy and when she caught my ear once, it began to ring.
While she slapped me over and over, she barked, “Do you think I’m kidding now, young man? I don’t hear you moaning anymore!”
After several seconds went by without another slap, I slowly opened my eyes. She was still standing there, towering above me. She was breathing heavily and her face was flushed. As soon as I saw her, I began babbling. I apologized over and over.
Mrs. Gray let me sob and babble my apologies until she’d caught her breath. Then, very calmly, she reached up slowly and laid her hands on my shoulders. She pushed downward until I’d dropped to my knees. She then took a few small steps back before slipping both hands up under the dress she wore. While staring down into my eyes, she lowered her big panties until they fell around the sandals she wore. I could smell her arousal and see the large damp spot in the panties at her feet.
She stepped out of those panties toward where I knelt. Reaching down, she lifted her dress and laid it over my head while stepping even closer and pressing her big, bushy pussy against my face. For the first time since she stopped slapping me, she spoke. She uttered two words, “Eat me.”
At that time, I was still very much a virgin. I’d kissed one girl, or rather, she kissed me. She did it on a dare from her friends. I’d never had a girlfriend or been on a date. My experience with the opposite sex was extremely limited. But when Mrs. Gray pinned my head between her big pussy and the wall behind me, I began licking and kissing everything I could reach. I’d watched plenty of dirty movies to get the general idea of what I was supposed to do.
I wrapped my arms around her big, thick thighs which were straddled around me. After searching around with my tongue for while, I wound up scooting down a little lower to have better access. When I finally found her clit, which was the size of my thumb to the first knuckle, she chuckled at my inexperience, “That’s it. Right there.”
The method I worked out was simple. I licked over it, I licked around it, and I sucked it into my mouth. My tongue and lips never wandered far from her fat clit. From time to time, she’d tell me what she wanted and I was only too happy to do as I’d been told.
It was easy to tell when she was getting close. She pressed herself against me even harder and I felt the muscles in her thighs tighten up. She groaned, “Don’t stop! Just like that!”
I kept licking circles around her engorged clit. She began grinding her big, hairy pussy against my face. She groaned, “Right there! Right there! That’s it!”
When she began to cum, I sucked her clit into my mouth while she used her strong, wide hips to slam my head against the wall. Her body began to vibrate and her clit danced around on my tongue. She was mumbling something but I couldn’t hear with my head trapped between her thighs and the wall. While her orgasm crested, she slammed herself against my face over and over. I tried to keep her clit between my lips, but it kept slipping out. Every time I sucked it back in, she thrust forward and made it slip out again.
When her orgasm had finished and she could no longer handle my mouth against her, she stepped back and let her dress fall back into place. Her chest and face were flushed and she was still breathing heavily.
I remained kneeling on the floor. I was very proud of myself for making her finish. I was smiling brightly and unable to change my expression. I knew my face was wet with her juices, but I didn’t want to wipe them away yet. There was something very comforting about feeling the moisture, smelling her, and tasting her.
Motioning down to her panties on the floor, she said, “Pick those up and bring them to the living room.”
While she began walking away, I crawled across the floor, picked up the panties, and rose to my feet. Until I’d stood up, I didn’t realize how very hard my penis was. I could feel that it had been leaking in my pants! Bending forward and looking down, I learned there was even a small moist spot near the head of my little erection. After adjusting my penis, I made my way to the living room.
Mrs. Gray was seated in the middle of her white couch. Her dress was spread out over her legs elegantly. She was resting her arms across the back of the couch on either side of her. She had a small smile on her face when she indicated a spot on the floor just in front of where she sat. I crossed the room until I stood in that spot. When I was in place, she held out her hand. I wasn’t sure what she wanted at first, but I figured it out and handed her the görükle escort panties. Making sure the moist spot didn’t touch her hand.
She smiled at me and said, “Take your clothes off.”
When I nervously hesitated, she raised her eyebrows while staring at me. Even after what had occurred, I was still afraid for her to see me in my bare skin. Not only was I small in stature, but I was also small in every other way too. My nose was small and slightly upturned, my hands were small and my fingers were thin, my feet were small, and my penis was especially small. I’d seen other boys in the showers while I was in school to know I was not like them. My little penis was just over 3-inches long. It was as thin as my thumb and the squishy head was a soft pink color. Add all of that to my spare, light blonde body hair and I knew I looked much younger than I was without my clothes. I was teased about it mercilessly while in high school.
Mrs. Gray recrossed her legs while asking, “Are you going to make me say that again?”
While biting my lower lip, I sat down on the floor and removed my shoes and socks. I arranged them neatly beside me with my socks tucked into my shoes. Standing back up, I glanced at her sitting there so regally, but couldn’t maintain eye contact for more than a second. Dropping my eyes to the floor, I pulled my shirt over my head revealing my pale, hairless chest. My skin was pulled tightly over my ribs emphasizing the impression of each of them. I kept glancing up to see Mrs. Gray grinning while her eyes wandered over me standing before her. I squirmed around while folding my shirt and laying it over my shoes. I was in no hurry for what was expected of me next.
I took my time reaching for the button on my pants. When I held it between my fingers, I looked up at her and uttered softly, “I really am sorry, Mrs. Gray.”
She grinned while lowering her gaze to my fingers on the button of my pants. Her voice was calm and composed when she replied, “I’m sure you are. Now finish undressing.”
While I popped open the button on my pants, I bit my lip hard and squeezed my eyes shut as I lowered the zipper. My heart was pounding in my chest and my little penis was throbbing like crazy. All at once, I bent over while lowering my pants to my ankles. When I stood up, I kept one hand over my stiff little prong while picking up my pants and laying them over my shirt.
I knew I was blushing deeply. And the flush my face was made all the more intense by the slapping I’d received from her hand. As I stood there hiding the bump my little erection made, I was panicking. I’d never been naked in front of a girl before! Much less a grown woman! I was squirming around trying to think of a way to stall the inevitable from happening.
Mrs. Gray recrossed her legs again. I glanced up at her when she began to talk. But I was unable to continue looking at her. Instead, I looked at the sandals she wore on her feet. Until that moment, I hadn’t noticed how each of her toenails were polished a light green color to match the flower stems on the floral pattern of the dress she wore. Her voice was soft and sounded tranquil, “Jamie, do you remember what I told you to do?”
My voice wavered while my stomach turned, “Yes, Mrs. Gray. You told me to take off all my clothes.”
She whispered, “Have you done that yet?”
Biting my lip hard while staring at her toes, I squeaked, “No. I haven’t.”
She spoke softly with a slightly firmer tone, “Young man, you know I do not tolerate disobedience.”
Glancing up to her eyes, I whimpered, “I’m sorry!”. And then I hooked my thumbs beneath my underpants and quickly slid them down my legs. While still bent over, I stepped out of my last article of clothing and picked them up with one hand, and laid them on top of my pants. As I stood up, I covered my very stiff, very small penis with both hands. My eyes never rose to meet hers, instead, they were fixed on her toes. I felt like I was going to vomit when I stood there, naked, before the mature woman I’d been living with.
Her voice was raspy when she said, “Very good. I’ve proud of you, Jamie.”. She paused for a moment before saying, “There are now two things I want you to do. And I want you to do them at the same time.” I was squirming around nervously and had begun to perspire. She calmly asked, “Jamie, are you listening to me?”
I glanced to meet her gaze for a second before lowering my eyes again. I whimpered, “Yes, ma’am.”
She then said, “Good boy. Now I want you to do these two things at the same time. First, I want you to look at me, look into my eyes. Second, I want you to lower your hands to your sides.”
I continued to stare at her toes while I whimpered, “Mrs. Gray, I don’t know if I can.”
She recrossed her legs. When she spoke, her voice was very firm. “Yes, yes you can. And yes, bursa escort bayan you will. You don’t want to make me stand up.”
I summoned all my courage and slowly raised my chin. When I was facing her, I slowly raised my eyes until I met her grinning face. Swallowing hard and taking a deep breath, I slowly moved my left hand to my side. I blinked my eyes several times and swallowed hard again. Biting my lip really hard, I slowly moved my right hand to my side. Mrs. Gray didn’t look away from my eyes after I’d exposed myself to her. She maintained steady eye contact for what felt like hours, but in reality, it was probably only a minute.
As her eyes slowly drifted down over my naked body, her grin grew wider. When her gaze zeroed in on my petite erection, that grin grew until she looked like the Cheshire cat. I squirmed my hips in a small circle and arched my back. She was looking at me in a way that made me both happy I was there like that, but horribly embarrassed. I was so confused.
She spoke matter-of-factly, “Jamie, you know you have a very small penis, don’t you?”
My chin began to quiver and I thought I was going to start crying again. I whimpered, “Yes, ma’am.”
She smiled while she said, “Why you may have the smallest penis I’ve ever seen.”
A tear ran down my cheek while my chin continued to quiver and my hips ground around on their own. “I know. I’m sorry.”. I couldn’t keep looking at her any longer. I dropped my chin and looked at her toes once more.
She held out her hand, “Baby Boy, you don’t need to be sorry. You’ve already shown me that your lips, mouth, and tongue can do what your little penis cannot.” She paused for a moment before whispering, “Now come here.”
I looked up and laid my small hand in hers. She guided me toward where she sat and after a quick explanation of what she wanted me to do, I found myself laying over her lap, face-up. My back was arched deeply while my hips were raised over her lap. I lay there with my little pink penis perfectly rigid, oozing its excitement resting right in front of her.
Mrs. Gray picked up the panties she had been wearing. She took them in both hands and gently dragged those silky soft panties over my terribly excited penis with the damp spot sliding against my little twig. I whimpered softly and squirmed on her lap. She began to drag those damp panties back and forth over my stiff penis. I was soon going out of my mind with desire. I had been the only one to ever touch myself until that afternoon. And really, she still hadn’t touched me. But it was so close!
While I writhed across her lap, Mrs. Gray began to speak in a soft, calm voice, “Baby Boy, I heard you moan and saw you clench your cute little butt when I threatened you with a spanking. After learning how horny I got by slapping you across the face, I can’t wait to find out how horny I’ll get from giving you the spanking of your lifetime.”
She continued dragging her panty over my tingling penis and I felt my orgasm building inside of me. I writhed around shamelessly and moaned, “I can be bad.”
She chuckled, “No you can’t. But I’ll find a reason to spank you anyway. And I’ll find other reasons to slap you across the face like I did earlier.”
I whimpered softly while thrusting my hips upward. I needed just a little more friction against my desperate penis.
She spoke with a deeper than normal voice, “Baby Boy, you need to get used to having a very sore bottom from spankings, bright red and tender cheeks from being slapped, and your face glistening with my pussy juices.”
Those panties drifted over my penis like a breeze, until I finally crested. My skinny little penis burst out a small glob of my love onto my stomach. After that, it oozed out more of my cream while she set the panties aside and watched from above. I quivered and spasmed across her lap while my body struggled to deal with my first ruined orgasm. I chirped and squealed in high pitches while my skinny penis oozed out more and more of my love until it ran dry. I was left exhausted and feeling cheated of my orgasm. But I wasn’t upset. It was a wonderful way to have my first orgasm with someone other than myself.
When I’d settled down, Mrs. Gray began wiping up my mess with the panties she’d worn earlier. After mopping up the last little bit, she pulled me to a sitting position. I was still quite dizzy and rubbery feeling. After handing me those gooey panties, she helped me to stand and supported me until my legs stopped feeling like jelly.
When I was mostly back to normal, she grinned at me and said, “Take those panties to the laundry room and handwash them in the sink. The Woolite is in the cupboard. After you rinse them out, take them to the backyard and hang them from the clothesline.”
When I bent to pick up my clothes and get dressed, she patted my bottom playfully and said, “I didn’t tell you to get dressed. Now run along as do as you’ve been told. I’ll be in to check on you in a little bit. And you’d better be doing an exceptional job or you’ll find yourself laying over my lap for that spanking I promised.”