I'll never forget the first time I saw her. She was the prettiest thing I'd ever laid eyes on'standing on her front porch, her voluptuousness rising from beneath red flowered silk chiffon the way spring itself rises out of the sun-heated earth. Her hands on her hips, she looked as if she owned'not just the porch and the massive house behind her and the yard surrounding, but as if she owned the street, the neighborhood, the town. Heck! She looked like she owned the world. Blonde, bounteous and frightening, all wrapped into one glorious female form.

'G'day, ma'am,' I tipped my hat, while she looked down at me suspiciously. Only then did I get my first glimpse into the lush warmth of her hazel eyes. I felt my knees go week; I thought she'd turned my whole body liquid. As she stared at me, standing a good four feet above me on her porch, I went speechless.

'You have something to ask me, boy?' she inquired with a half smile.

'Ah-I-yes, ma'am' I-uh'' I am not normally tongue-tied, but suddenly, I saw my life play out before my inner eyes in one sweeping, virulent picture. I was groveling on my knees before the reigning Goddess of the world, Ms. Shelby Hadley.

'Are you all right?' She raised me from my dumbstruck stupor, speaking sweetly.

'Yes, ma'am, I do have something to ask you.' I felt ashamed of myself for being much less a man than I should be, reduced by circumstance to begging for food. 'You wouldn't have any work I could do for you, to earn a meal?'

She smiled, a glint of amusement in her eye. 'Why, let me think' I do have a shed that needs cleaning. I suspect it'll take no more than an hour. You have it ship shape in that time, you can have your meal. I have a pot roast and vegetables in the oven.'

I could smell that pot roast cooking. It was almost as lovely as scent of her perfume that floated in the air around her.

'And if I don't have it done in an hour, ma'am?' I managed to joke a bit playfully. For the moment, once my staggering tremors had passed, I was less afraid of her. She seemed quite down to earth, a nurturing and kind soul.

'Oh, you'll get your meal, but not before you get your bottom tanned with my razor strap for dawdling. Men who do my bidding do the work or pay the price.'

I went weak again, shocked to say the least! But responding to her surprising threat, I felt a strange burning in my belly that traveled into my crotch. I'll be damned if my cock weren't tingling and starting to grow. I barely got my wits about me this time and managed an amused smiled.

'Don't fail, boy, the shed's out back and I will live up to my threat.' She smiled so tenderly; and there was such amusement in her eyes that I was sure she was just joking. But then, I really didn't know for sure. And the way she called me boy, like I was twelve years old again, took me back to those days when I did errands for my pretty aunt, who could weave a spell around me I still don't understand. If I masturbated to the picture of Aunt Jenny once, I did a hundred times, until I was finally lured like most adolescent boys into the world of sexy, nubile but unapproachable teenage nymphs, who then occupied my fantasies.

'I'm sure I'll have it done for you, ma'am,' I finally replied with an eager smile. Then I took off for the back of the house and the shed. While I dutifully scurried to my task, Ms. Shelby meandered slowly along the porch'it conveniently wrapped around the entire house. By the time I reached the sagging structure, she was gazing out at me again, her hand over her eyes, shading them from the afternoon sun.

'You make sure you do a good job,' she said with a firmness that made me shudder again. I had no intention of failing her. And yet, as soon as I looked inside the shed, I realized that I was doomed to fail. The place was a total chaos of lumber, tools, old machinery parts, wood for burning in'the fireplace and cast-off household items. It would take an hour just to stack the wood in an orderly way. It immediately dawned on me that Ms. Shelby had set me up. I should have been mad as hell'and I could have walked off the property without tipping my hat, dusting the cunning vamp off my boots and moving on. But the thought hardly crossed my mind. I started in on the shed with such zeal, I even thought for a moment that I'd actually get the job done in the hour allowed.

'Hey, boy!' An hour later, I heard her mellifluous voice calling me out of my mindless reverie. 'Hey, boy!'

I came to the front of the shed. 'Yes, ma'am,' I called to her as I began to stroll her way.

'It's dinner time. I imagine you could use some food in your belly.'

I smiled, assuming now that her threat was just a joke and I was silly to think otherwise. By the time I reached her back porch, my belly was grinding with hunger I'd managed to squelch for nearly twenty-four hours when I'd eaten last. Now, the smell of pot roast and'vegetables made my mouth water and my lips as parched as if I were struggling on my belly through the desert.

I walked up the six steps to the porch, expecting to follow Ms. Shelby into the house, or at the very least, take my plate of food and eat it on the back step. But the woman in charge barred the door with her ample form, which was even more inviting close up than it was from a few feet away. I almost stepped back off the porch, bowled over by the sensuous energy that seemed to attack me. She cocked her head, her soft blonde curls jiggling a bit as she did, and said with a smile, 'Aren't you forgetting something?'
'Ma'am?' My legs were weak again.

'It doesn't look like you're finished with my shed,' she answered with a degree of disappointment in her voice that made my entire body hurt.

'Oh, ma'am, that would be impossible. I'm happy to get it cleaned up the way you want, but there was a lot to do.'

'I know that'' she suddenly stopped, 'you know, I don't know your name, do I?'

'No, ma'am. It's Trevor. Trevor Ellis.' I thought I should hold out my hand for her to shake, since we were finally getting around to the proper introduction, but by then, I was much too scared.

'Well, Trevor Ellis, before you step foot in my kitchen and sit at my table, you'll take your licks like a man. You agreed to my terms, so now you drop your trousers and bend over that rail.'

I was dumbfounded. But the way she said it, I really did think I'd earned a strapping.

Even now, I can't for the life of me understand why I let her spank me'but with the tingling feeling in my crotch all out of control, I was too flustered to object. In seconds, my cock turned into a throbbing projectile, which was embarrassingly tenting my pants. I dearly hoped that Ms. Shelby wouldn't see it. I stared at her for several seconds, mesmerized by everything about her'and its effect on my libido, which hadn't had a good workout in some time. That swift and sudden arousal was all it took to have me unbuckling my belt, turning around and bending over the porch rail. My bare behind felt the cool breeze tickle the skin, while every inch of me shivered. Goosebumps spread across the surface of my ass.

This whole scene seemed totally preposterous but totally right, for reasons I couldn't fathom'well, certainly not at that moment. It happened too fast to make any sense.

'You'd better grab the slats and hang on,' she warned. 'I hit hard.' The razor strap she wielded proved to be as firm as the tone of her voice.

I took her warning seriously and found my fingers curling tightly around two slats in the porch railing. I wanted to scream when the first strike of Ms. Shelby's razor strap hit me square across my ass cheeks. But I only grunted. Of course, I only grunted. I wasn't a wuss. But what was I? A grown man, nearly thirty years old bent over a porch rail with my naked butt getting whacked by the prettiest, sexiest, most incredible woman I'd ever had the good fortune to lay eyes on. I hated every nasty stroke of that strap. My ass burned with fire.'I counted them at first' eleven, twelve, thirteen' then lost track about seventeen because I was starting to lose my grip. Damn! She was strong, and my ass hurt real bad. My body shook, I grit my teeth, my fingers might well have jerked those porch slats out if I moved too fast. But I managed to survive the onslaught. I knew that tearing apart her porch would certainly provoke the woman who seemed to have ultimate power over me.

I thought she'd never stop whacking my rear. The smack! smack! smack! came in a regular rhythm that I might have gotten used to, except that my butt hurt so damn much there was no way I could take it as graciously as I would have liked. And why should I? I suppose because I wanted this beautiful lady to like me. When she finally stopped, my entire behind, including the backs of my thighs burned hot. But then the burn softened into a sensuous warmth I never expected.

Ms. Shelby ran her fingers over my ass, while speaking in a raspy whisper, 'You're a very good boy to take so much for me.''

Her words melted my insides. I wanted to dive inside them' and her, and stay forever.

What could I say? My exposed cock was throbbing hard between my legs.

'Your ass is mighty hot, boy. And I believe these cheeks are going to be bruised by morning. What do you think?' she asked.

'I don't know,' I managed to reply'how could I know how bad the marks would be? But damn! Every word she spoke made me shudder, and with every shudder, a shot of hard powered energy rocketed into my groin.

'Hum, my, what is this?' Ms. Shelby murmured her amazement as her nimble fingers began to probe between my legs, where she found my dangling balls and my hard erection. 'Ma'am, I'm very sorry!' I blushed beet red, and was ever so grateful that I was bent over so that she couldn't see my face.

'I see the spanking turned you on?' she sweetly intoned.

'I guess so, ma'am. But really, I didn't mean it to.'

'Some boys take to spanking like ducks to water.' She began to massage my penis, balls and all the sensuous places between there and my rectum. I'd begun to sweat so much it was dripping off my face to the ground below me. And my groin kept moving with her hand.

'Oh, ma'am, I'm going to explode if you keep doing that,' I warned.

'You mean you're gonna cum just from the feel of my hand? Why you randy boy! You do that I'm gonna hafta spank you again for being so naughty.' I heard the threat, but it had no effect on my physical response. If anything, my cock just got harder and my body closer to that grand explosion. When she suddenly grabbed my balls and squeezed real hard, I belched out some strange sounding cry. My body tensed and there I was, spurting my cum all over the pretty flowers in the bed below.

'Well, Shelby Hadley, what is going on here?''

Hearing the unexpected voice, my head shot up fast. Right in front of me, with a bird's eye view of my groin, my balls and my red naked ass was a brunette bombshell with her green eyes glued to me. She watched with a sassy smirk on her red lips as my penis withered into nothing and my balls shrank up in fear.

'Honey, I was just giving this boy a good going over for failing to do his chores, and look what he did?'

'Shot himself all over your roses!' the woman replied, indignantly.

'You'd think the razor strap would be enough to keep him in line,' Ms. Shelby added.

'I'd suggest you tie up his cock,' the brunette offered.

Ms. Shelby suddenly raised me by the scruff of my neck and dragged me'pants still pooled at my ankles'into the house.

It was cool inside, a big overhead fan loped lazily around. And it seemed dark like a great womanly cocoon. Oddly, I felt safe, but I'm not sure what from, because those two amazing women were not about to let up on me.

'Lani, this is Trevor,' Ms. Shelby introduced us.

I quaked in fear as I realized what was going to happen. Lani wasn't just another good-looking woman. She, like Shelby Hadly, had that presence, that aura of mystery and dominance that seemed to make me shiver right to my core and wish I could grovel at her feet. She took a seat on one of Ms. Shelby's dining room chairs, sitting right at the end. Her short red skirt rode high on her thigh, exposing her garters on what I assumed was a black garter belt. Maybe she was wearing a corset'I'll never know. But just looking at the awesome sight of her shapely legs inside her coal black stockings made my legs turn to jelly. She wore a sheer white blouse, which allowed me to see a lacy black bra underneath with two great tits looking like perfect pillows of flesh. Oh! If I could only rest my eyes on them!

Of course, I knew as soon as I saw the butter paddle in the woman's hand that she and I were in different worlds. With one push from Ms. Shelby's hand from behind, my knees buckled and I went over Ms. Lani's lap.

It didn't matter that I'd already been punished hard, for a crime that was hardly a crime'perhaps just being a man was a crime in this neck of the woods.

Wasting no time getting down to business, Ms. Lani started smacking my ass cheeks with hard sharp smacks. In seconds, she'd covered every square inch of my ass, and was starting a second vigorous round.

'You're a bad boy, aren't you?' she started.

'No, ma'am. Really no,' I squeaked out the only protest I would that day.

'No?' She answered me in disbelief, and then gave my ass a blow like I'd never had in my life.

'Yikes!' I practically leapt right off her lap. But odd as it seemed, Ms. Lani was damned strong for a woman of her size, and she managed to haul me back with the determination of a sour-faced headmistress.

'You dirtied Ms. Shelby's pretty flowers, boy! And that was very bad!'

I started to protest, but only squeaked out something that made no sense as she leveled another blow I thought would take the skin off my ass.

'Yes, ma'am.' I realized quickly the wisdom in agreeing, even if I didn't agree.

'Say it louder!' she ordered.

'Yes, ma'am.'

'Yes, ma'am, what?'

'Yes, ma'am, I'm a bad boy.'

'A very bad boy.'

'Yes, ma'am, a very bad boy.'

'And I deserve a good hard spanking. Say it!'

'I deserve a good hard spanking, ma'am.'

'Oh, you are so smart!''

She quit talking'she didn't have to talk. The butter paddle spoke for her as the hard flat wood came down on my behind until the whole of my ass stung like I'd been attacked by bees. I was sure I was going to pass out, or eventually buck right off her lap, but she suddenly stopped. The butter paddle clattered to the floor beside her feet. Thank the Lord!
Her hand was cool against my hot cheeks, and I'll be damned if my cock weren't rising to the occasion again.

'Open your thighs, boy,' she said as her hand wiggled between my cheeks just as Ms. Shelby's had. Her fingers were like tiny electrodes bringing my spent cock back to life. In seconds, I was well on the way to another hard boner.''Darlin'¨' she was addressing Ms. Shelby, 'I think we're going to have to train this boy to mind his manners.'

'Oh, I have something perfect in mind,' my benefactress purred sweet as sugar candy.

Ms. Shelby yanked me off Ms. Lani's lap and sat down herself. While I stood before her half naked, she tied my cock and balls every which way with a pink satin ribbon, making sure there was no way my erection could gain full steam, and it if did, there was no way I could come again.

'Now, you go stand in the corner,' she said with a sassy wink. 'I want to admire your pretty bottom while Ms. Lani and I catch up on gossip.

Those two women could talk up a storm. I don't know how many hours it was that I stood with my nose pressed to the corner, while I listened to the sound of the women gab. Their voices surrounded me in a blanket of comfort, which was just another of many things about that surprising afternoon that made no sense. I wasn't even particularly embarrassed. And though they paid no attention to me, I felt oddly special in my embarrassing predicament.

After a time, my mind drifted. I studied every flower in her pink rose wallpaper, every leaf, the way the pattern repeated every couple of feet. Then I managed a few stolen glances at the room around me. I finally got so engrossed in my own thoughts that I hardly heard Ms. Shelby calling to me.

'Trevor!'

Soon as I recognized she was calling me, I jerked around.

Ms. Lani is in the bedroom, boy,' she said. 'You go please her now. She likes long, slow strokes of the tongue, and little flutter right on the tip of her clit. I'll be in directly to take care of you.'

My entire body shook. I could hardly move.

'Go on. Get going. She's not going to spank you again. But you don't move that sorry butt, I will!'

I got going all right. Fast as I could without looking too eager, I appeared in Ms. Shelby's bedroom and dove for the center of the bed, where Ms. Lani's crotch was spread out like a feast. Her red lips formed a seductive smile, and all I could do was lap at her bush, letting my mouth and my lips speak for me. I drank in the pungent aroma, relished the sour tastes along with the sweet as my tongue moved in and out of those beautiful as if it might dine there forever.

That is not how the evening ended. There was one more surprise to come.

In the middle of my pleasuring the voluptuous, whimpering, orgasming, brunette beauty, I felt something begin to invade my ass. First, it was fingers, then something cold was worked into my anus. Then, something hard was pressing there, then an enormous missile filled my ass. Ms. Shelby was fucking me like I would have liked to fuck her! But never would. I couldn't even get a hard-on from the vigorous ride with my dick all tied up.

But then, maybe that wasn't so terribly bad. There I was, red-assed and pleasing two powerful females, who were shuddering and cumming like crazy'all because I was there and taking good care of them. Maybe that was something to feel good about.

'Well, dear boy,' Ms. Shelby said, as she led me to her back door an hour later. 'You can sleep in the barn, or be on your way. But if you're here in the morning, you'll finish the shed, or I'll just have to start over on your ass. You think about it.'

Think about it? There wasn't much to think about. I was headed for the barn'and I still wasn't exactly sure why.

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