Getting Spanked By The Mum Next Door A Femdom Story

Hey, I’m Tommy – I’m 21 years old, I work as a pizza delivery guy (who would have thought it) and still live with my parents. Today, I’m going to tell you a very special experience I was lucky enough to have. So sit back, relax and read all about I became the main character in my very own femdom story.

Three months ago, the guy who lived next door with his partner got a job offer overseas, we didn’t talk much, but they came over to tell us that they were leaving and offered us a few things that we could use around the house (I took a lava lamp because it looked cool). My mom organized a barbeque for the street and went leaflet dropping, letting everyone know that they were all invited to hang out and have some fun. To be extra welcoming, she invited the family that was moving in as well. Word on the street was that there was an 18 year old daughter that was newly single and quite the catch. I admit that I was marginally interested, but played it cool because I have a bit of a weird fetish when it comes to sex.

See, I started watching porn online ages ago, and as I’ve gotten older, my ability to get off to generic porn has dwindled. I like the interesting type of stuff that some sites have – kinky and dangerous, you know? In fact, these days I find myself being more and more interested in fetishes that are male-submissive. The idea of a girl taking control and punishing me for being a naughty boy just sets me off something fierce. I like reading stuff, too. There’s one femdom story in particular where a pizza boy gets tortured because he was five minutes late – I read that one time and time again. It never gets old.

Anyway, back to my story. The barbeque happens and the new family seems pretty cool. The daughter is pretty, but a little on the shy side and unlikely to be able to satisfy my intense femdom desires. The dad seemed quite timid too. It was quite clear why when I heard the mum speak: she was pleasant and friendly, but strong, confident and almost dominating with her language. She seemed like the type of woman that would know how to treat a man when he’s been bad.

They move in a week later and all is going well. One afternoon after a shift, my wife tells me that she was speaking with the mom, Cathy, about my job. She explained that she wanted to know how to make pizza, and that I should pop over and give her a tip or two.

“I don’t make the pizza, I deliver it. That’s it.” – She wasn’t really listening, and said that her husband and daughter were out and she wanted to surprise them with a nice meal when she got home.

I sighed, ran upstairs, applied a bit of aftershave (hey, she’s married, but worth a shot, right?), put on a clean (well, as close as I could find with my quick scan of my floor wardrobe) shirt and headed over.

I was greeted warmly and said from the get go that I didn’t really understand much about pizza, and when we started making the dough, she was telling me what to do.

“So what do you think of my beautiful daughter, Sam?” – Cathy asked me in a charming and friendly manner.

“Eh, I think she’s pretty, but a little too shy for me. If I’m honest, I like someone that has a bit of control.” – I continued kneading as I did before I opened my mouth. Why on Earth did I just say that?

“Oh?” – Cathy only said one word, and it immediately made my heart jump. Was the MILF next door asking me about my preference in women?

“Yeah, it must be all of those videos I watch … on YouTube! That interests me in more dominant partners.” – I laughed nervously and shrugged my shoulders. My English teacher from the UK once taught me the saying ‘In for a penny, in for a pound.’, for some reason, it was stuck firmly in my mind.

“Hah! Yes, YouTube. Of course. And what do you think of older women, Sam?” – Cathy put down her rolling pin and turned toward me, giving me a full view of her wonderful mature body. Although covered in a lot of flour, she looked stunning.

I paused for a brief second, looked at her, turned around and started to be conscious of my heart racing at a million beats per second.

“This isn’t happening. You’re not serious, are you?” – I turned back around and looked for a reply from Cathy. She did nothing for what seemed like an eternity.

“Deadly.” – Not a hair moved on her body as the word left her lips. My mind was swelling, but I was not going to give up the chance to have the ultimate femdom fantasy become a reality.

Cathy approached me, taking one clump of hair with her left hand and the side hip with her right. In one motion, she turned my body and forced me head down toward the counter, using her previous hip hand to run her hands up and down the rear of my work pants.

“Oh my, what a firm ass you have. How about we give it a little work out?” – Cathy was asking a question, but the last thing I was going to give was a reply. My whole body started to tingle as she reached over to the counter and grabbed a spatula. Was I going to be spanked by a MILF using kitchen implements?

It took little time for me to find out, with a firm whack hitting off against my pants. I remember the noise being oddly satisfying – it was almost perfect in pitch and sounded like something out of a movie. She repeated it a few times but eventually, reached around and unzipped them, giving her complete access to my bare teen ass.

Cathy was by no means gentle and every aspect of her personality was made clear from the way she approached femdom. Her control was astounding – I felt like such a slave as she spanked every inch of my pale (or, for the time and being, red) behind. Soon enough, her hand was running all over my shaft and she was using a wooden spoon to pound my delicate rear. I winced and flinched as she demanded I cum for her. I felt the build up at the core of my body: the pain was making it hard for me to orgasm, and as I approached the point of no return, I realized that enduring the spanking made the experience heavenly. I must have been at my peak for a full five seconds, with an intense rush of an orgasm running through my legs as I fired off masses of cum over Cathy’s hand. She laughed to herself while continuing to spank me throughout the entirety of my bliss.

Breathless and mindless, Cathy held onto me for a few seconds and then went over to the sink to wash her hands. I pulled up my pants, turned to her and continued cooking like nothing had ever happened.

I liked Cathy, she was a good neighbor.

By Dominatrix Draven