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Mr Jones

Mr. Jones has lived next door to my mom and I for a couple of years now and we have become good friends with him. Mom is always complaining to him what a bad girl I am and how I need someone to teach me a lesson. I never quite understand what she means by this, she is always saying to me that if I was Mr. Jones daughter he would know how to deal with me. She will even say that when I am standing right next to him and he just looks at me and grins. I like Mr. Jones, he is a good looking strong man probably a little older than my mom and whenever he talks to me I get this little tingle in between my legs. We share the same mail box so I get to take his mail over to him every couple of days and he always invites me to sit and have a glass of lemonade with him as we chat. The other day mom and Mr. Jones were standing outside the kitchen window and I could hear that they were talking about me. Mom was going on about the usual stuff, like how my room is a mess, I don't do my homework and I don't pick up after myself. Mr. Jones replied that he did not think of me as a bad girl just that I need some good old fashioned discipline to make me more responsible. He continued by saying that he would be willing to help with this if my mom thought it would be of benefit. What my mom said next just floored me because she asked him how he would go about “spanking” me. “SPANKING”, the word just screamed in my mind, is that what she had been alluding to all this time, why on earth would I ...

... deserve to be spanked. My ears were glued to the conversation now as Mr. Jones told mom how he has this thick leather strap that he would use on my bare bottom, mom said that she thought that might be too harsh but Mr. Jones assured her that discipline should not be taken lightly and should make a good impression on a naughty girls bare bottom. My mom said she agreed with him and would give it a lot of thought and would let him know when the time was right, with that she headed back into the house and I darted upstairs to my room. I was sitting on my bed, the words spanking, bare bottom and leather strap still ringing in my ears, my legs were actually shaking and my whole body trembling. I started to imagine how an actual spanking would take place, what I would be wearing and how he would do it. I distinctly remembered him saying bare bottom and I felt a little tingle in between my legs as I pictured him looking at me with my dress up and my panties around my ankles. I could feel my face blush and get hot as I imagined him seeing not only my bare bottom but my private little fun place between my legs. I wondered if I would be over his knee or bent over something like a table or chair, as my imagination took on a life of its own I instinctively let my fingers drift down under my dress to stroke my kitty. The stroking of my kitty became faster and more urgent as I laid back on my bed petting and fingering my little peach quickly bringing me to a very intense orgasm. I thought, wow ...