About two years ago Ray moved in across the street. I never knew his last name but I knew from the first time I saw him, I wanted to be spanked by him. He was retired from the N. Y.P. D. and never married. I found out all of this from my nosey old lady neighbor who knew everything that went on in town. He was a short, husky, bald, man who always had a scowl on his face, and rarely talked or said hello.
I live alone as I said across the street in small town USA, and have been a closet spankophile ever since my teen years. Living in a small town affords me no way to actually get spanked but I have been fantasizing for year. In order to combat my problem, I have been spanking myself with a pingpong paddle for years, and have become quite good at it.
Ray's house has two small trees in front of the two windows on the first floor, and I always thought he could not see through them. I found out differently. Because I wanted to be spanked by Ray, I would wait for him to leave his front door to his car and while naked, I would bend myself over the arm of my sofa, which was in front of my window. I would pretend that Ray could see me, and would spank myself with the paddle.
One day as I was finishing my self spanking and fantasizing about Ray, I heard a knock on the front door. I quickly pulled on my robe and looked through the peephole to see who it was. I almost fell through the floor as it was Ray. I opened the door and he came in and closed the door behind him. I had never spoken to him before and here I was, naked under my robe and my ass was red and sore from my self spanking. He looked me in the eye and told he he could take care of my problem for me. I pretended not to know what he was talking about. He told me he has been watching me spank myself for a while now and wanted to spank me himself. At that moment I would have left him spank me on my front porch if he wanted to. He sat down in my chair and pulled me over his knees after taking off my robe. He picked up the paddle and started to spank me hard and fast. He didn't stop spanking utill he reached 100 strokes, and then he gave me and additional 50 with his hand. I was in exctacy. My first real spanking was bare naked, over the knees of my fantasy man, and 150 strokes. I didn't want him to stop.
He told me anytime I wanted the real thing to come over to his house. Needless to say Ray and I have become very close. He sometimes spanks me 2 or 3 times a week and always at least once a week. Neither one of us is gay, I just love to be spanked and Ray loves to spank me.