John Jones lives in a block of flats called Berkeley Court in the centre of Halftown. He is thirty-two years old and is a successful sales manager for a large company specialising in school supplies. His nearest neighbours are all professional ladies, whom he recognises, but he does not know their names. The block has eight flats over three floors, with three on the ground floor, three on the first floor and two larger flats on the second floor. John lives in one of the larger flats, number eight.
He met two of his neighbours earlier in the week and discovered their unusual secrets. The first was Susan (Sue) James from flat seven, a headteacher who enjoyed caning adults. The second lady was Ann Peters, a nurse from flat five, who enjoyed being spanked by men.
John left his flat early on a Thursday morning and bumped into the lady from flat one.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning,” she replied.
John turned to his car and glanced at the lady. She was slim, with dark hair in a ponytail and wearing black trousers with a long blue coat. He recalled someone saying she worked shift work in security. She got into her car and he followed her out of the car park.
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Later that day, John had completed all his visits, including Heathcote School, and was feeling very pleased. John had secured three long-term contracts and a single sale from four visits. He glanced at his watch and realised he was later than planned. Hard on the accelerator, he thought, and was soon doing over the speed limit. A red car was following him at a distance. He overtook a lorry and put his foot down. Before he realised it, the red car was behind him and exhibiting flashing blue lights.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed as he pulled over, hoping the car would pass by.
Sadly for John, the red car pulled in front and displayed a “Follow Me” sign.
John followed the car into a layby and sat in his car. A young lady police officer got out of the car and walked towards him. John recognised her as the lady from his block of flats.
“Good afternoon, sir. I am Traffic Constable Wright. Do you know why I’ve stopped you?” she asked.
“Going a bit too fast,” he replied.
“Rather, a lot too fast, sir. I checked your speed at a top speed of eighty-three miles per hour with an average speed of seventy-two miles per hour over a distance of one mile. The speed limit on this road is sixty miles per hour. Do you have your driving licence on you?” the officer explained.
John handed over his licence, and the officer made some checks on her radio.
“So, Mr Jones, you have created a dilemma for me. You already have nine points for three speeding offences and this is a company car. I can not offer you a speed awareness course or a fixed penalty notice because of nine points. By rights, I should just caution you and send you to court, as you are likely to be banned for six months by reaching twelve points. But, you need your licence for work. I recognise you as my neighbour so I need to find a solution. It would be very awkward for both of us if you lost your job. Have you any suggestions?” Constable Wright said.
“Could you give me a caution?” John suggested hopefully.
“I don’t think that would act as a deterrent. You need a short, sharp shock,” she replied.
“Perhaps you could cane me,” John cheekily said.
“That would certainly be a short, sharp shock. But I don’t have a cane and don’t know how to get one,” the officer countered.
“I can solve that problem. Look in the boot of my car,” he said.
Opening the boot, she saw a selection of canes and straps.
“Gosh! That is a good choice. Why do you have them?” she inquired.
“I am a sales manager for a school supplies company. They are my samples,” John responded.
“So I could let you off and give you a good thrashing. How about eight o’clock tonight in your flat?” she suggested.
“That sounds good. I am in flat eight,” he agreed.
“I know. It is on your licence. If you change your mind, I will summon you to court,” the officer said.
John smiled as she got into her car and drove off. He followed her out of the lay-by at a much-reduced speed, realising how lucky he had been. It could have been no licence and the sack.
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At eight o’clock, Police Constable Wright rang the doorbell of John’s flat. John opened the door to see his neighbour standing there in uniform. John’s eyes popped as he looked at the vision of loveliness in front of him. She was now dressed in a white blouse with epaulettes showing WC181, black tie, tight black skirt, black stockings and black high heels. Her hair was still in a ponytail, but she had immaculate makeup, including bright red lipstick.
“Come in. Glass of wine?” John asked.
“Yes, please. Red if possible,” she replied.
John showed her in, and she sat on the settee while he poured the wine. He handed her a large glass of wine and sat next to her.
“Thank you. As I am off duty, officially, please call me Mandy,” she said.
“Please call me John. Thank you for letting me off a court case,” John said.
“I think you should save your thanks until after the punishment,” she quipped.
They chatted for some time before John broached the subject of his caning.
“Do you think it’s time for my punishment now?” he hinted.
“I assume this won’t be your first caning,” Mandy responded.
“No. I got six strokes a twice in the sixth form,” John answered.
“Tell me more,” she probed.
“The first time was for wolf-whistling a teacher and the second was for telling her how stunning she looked during a lesson,” he replied.
“Wow! That’s better than me,” Mandy commented.
“You didn’t get caned, surely,” John queried.
“Only the once. A group of girls debagged the Head Boy on the playing fields. We all got six strokes from the Senior Mistress,” she answered.
“I wish I had seen that!” he said as his trousers bulged.
“Come on. Show me the canes and strip off,” Mandy said as she realised she had given away too much.
John showed her the canes, and Mandy selected a long swishy one. John stripped off and Mandy smiled as she saw his stiff cock.
“Over the chair,” she instructed.
John bent over the chair and waited as Mandy stood alongside him. The cane touched his buttocks, and she lined it up before tapping his bum. Mandy smiled as she saw his marks from the previous caning.
“Not the first time this week, then,” she commented.
“No. Sue gave me a reminder of my school days,” he replied.
“I see. I have decided that you deserve six strokes on your bum for speeding and three extra strokes on your thighs in place of the points. Is that fair?” Mandy stated.
“Whatever you say,” John responded just before Mandy swished the cane down hard onto his buttocks, biting deep into the flesh.
“Fucking hell!” John exclaimed.
Mandy grinned as she lined up the second stroke, which hissed down just below the first stroke. John grunted loudly as the pain burnt across his bum.
Before he could recover, Mandy delivered the third and fourth strokes just below the first two. John gasped loudly as his bum felt on fire.
Stroke five whistled down extra hard and low, causing John to jump up, much to Mandy’s amusement.
The sixth stroke cracked down at an angle, across the first five strokes, and John cried out.
“Stand up and put your hands on your head,” Mandy ordered.
John stood up and tensed as Mandy swapped the cane for a thinner one. He stood there as she touched it on the back of his thighs before swiping it across them.
“Bloody hell!” he exclaimed.
Before he knew it, she had swiped the cane across his thighs twice more, causing him to stamp his feet. The pain was intense, and he desperately wanted to rub his legs.
To his relief, she walked away.
“I think that is a short, sharp shock. Count it as a speed awareness course,” Mandy commented.
John rubbed his bum and thighs furiously with his cock bouncing in front of Mandy.
“I hope you remember your manners and thank me,” she suggested.
“Sorry. Thank you for not reporting me,” John said as he continued rubbing.
“I was hoping you might thank me in a more physical way,” Mandy hinted.
“Are you suggesting sex?” John enquired.
“Yes, please. That is too tempting,” she said, pointing at his cock as she removed her skirt to reveal no panties.
Mandy pulled her blouse up and bent over the settee as John walked behind her. He gently inserted his bulging cock and thrust forward, causing Mandy to moan loudly. John grasped her hips and pounded in and out, forcing his cock deep inside her moist orifice. Mandy moaned louder and louder as he thrust harder and faster inside her before shuddering to a climax with a loud scream of delight. John pushed harder and deeper before spurting his juice into her.
After a few minutes, John eased himself out and Mandy stood up. She pulled him towards her and whispered in his ear.
“I am off tomorrow. Shall we take the wine to the bedroom?”
John grabbed the bottle and glasses and led her into his bedroom. Neither of them slept much.
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The next morning, John prepared breakfast while Mandy showered.
“Thank you. That was wonderful,” Mandy commented as they sat opposite each other.
“It was worth getting caught speeding,” John remarked.
“It certainly was, though I have a confession to make. Sue told me she had caned you and I set you up. I put your car number into my ANPR system to track your vehicle so I could stop you and I knew you had nine points so might offer to take a caning. I hope you enjoyed it,” Mandy confessed.
“You deserve a spanking for that, but sadly, I don’t have the time now,” John stated.
“I can come back tonight,” Mandy offered.
“That sounds great. How about six o’clock?” John replied.
“See you then. I can’t stay the night because I have an early start the next morning,” she agreed.
John kissed her before going for a shower. When he came out, Mandy had gone. A note on the table said, “See you at six. I will arrange a takeaway. Mandy xxx”.
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Neither Mandy nor John could wait for the next evening. Mandy turned up early and rang the bell. John opened the door to see a different-looking lady waiting to come in. Mandy had her long dark hair down and was wearing a short loose red dress, low cut to show off her cleavage, and high-heeled black knee-length boots. She was carrying a bag with takeaway food.
“Good evening, gorgeous,” John greeted her.
“Good evening. Reporting for food, wine, spanking and sex,” she replied with a glint in her eyes.
John ushered her into the dining room and poured the wine. He opened the takeaway and served the food onto heated plates, and they sat down to eat and chat.
An hour later, they were cuddling on the settee and Mandy’s hand teased his erect cock. John responded by slipping his hand under her dress and stroking her moist pussy. Mandy desperately wanted to feel his throbbing dick inside her and started undoing his trousers.
“Take me,” she urged as she moaned.
John picked her up and carried her into the bedroom before stripping her off. Mandy easily undressed John and pushed him onto the bed. She jumped on top of him and pushed his cock into her slit before pushing deep onto him. John kissed her tits as she leant forward to thrust down on him. Mandy pounded up and down, riding him hard as she moaned loudly. John pushed up as she thrust down, forcing his cock deep inside her wet hole. Faster and faster she rode him hard, moaning louder and louder until she screamed to a climax. John continued pulling her onto him as she continued working towards a second orgasm. As she neared it, John could contain himself no longer, and he shot his love juice inside her, bringing her to a shuddering climax. Mandy relaxed and flopped beside him. They cuddled together as John kissed her nipples until Mandy reminded him to spank her. She got off the bed and pulled him to the dining room. John grabbed a leather paddle as they went.
John sat on a chair, and Mandy flopped across his lap. He slowly slapped her buttocks with his hand, alternating between the left and right cheek. Harder and harder he smacked her, and Mandy started wriggling about and moaning loudly. John picked up the leather paddle and delivered hard whacks on her bum. Mandy cried out as her bum burnt and cheekily stroked John’s cock and testicles. John whacked harder, but Mandy persisted and John felt himself aroused and nearing a climax. John stopped, lifted Mandy off him, and carried her into the bedroom before pushing her onto the bed and mounting her. He forced his cock inside, and his thrusts caused Mandy to cry out in pain as the mattress pushed against her bottom. John pounded away, his cock pushing deep inside her wet hole, causing Mandy to moan loudly.
“Harder! Harder!” she cried as John pushed himself fully inside.
She shuddered to a loud orgasm just as he spurted inside her.
“Thank you,” she whispered as they cuddled together.
“Thank you. You are the best,” he replied.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms until Mandy woke with a start. She glanced at the clock and realised it was eleven o’clock.
“John, wake up. I’ve got to be up early in the morning,” Mandy announced.
John woke up to see Mandy putting on her dress and boots. He got up and walked with her to the door before kissing her goodnight.
“Good night. When will I see you again?” John enquired.
“It will be a few days before I can see you. I am on a special operation until next Tuesday. I will text you.”
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John woke up late the next morning as it was a Saturday. He showered and felt pleased with himself until he realised that he now had three ladies he fancied. Worse still was the fact that all were going to become available again at about the same time. He thought hard over breakfast and came to some conclusions.
Sue was the smartest and poshest, but he felt she only fancied him because of her enthusiasm for caning men.
Ann was the cheekiest, and he enjoyed spanking her.
Mandy was the sexiest and most exciting in bed, but was a scheming minx.
He wished he could mix them up, but, as that was not possible, he had to disappoint two of them. He had to live in the same block afterwards.
Before he could decide, there was a knock on his door. John opened the door to see a smartly dressed lady in her late fifties standing there.
“Good morning, how can I help you?” he enquired
“Good morning Mr Jones. I am Jane McDonald from flat six, immediately below you. I am chair of the residents’ association for this block and I wondered if you had time for tea or coffee at about eleven this morning?” the lady said in a broad Scottish accent.
“Certainly, that would be lovely,” John replied.
“Good, see you then,” she said as she turned to leave.
At eleven o’clock, John knocked on her door.
“Come in and take a seat. Tea or coffee?” Jane said.
“Coffee please,” John replied
John sat down while Jane made the coffee, which she served with a cake.
“I am chair of our residents’ association and you are automatically a member. We have a managing agent, so it is just an occasional meeting, once or twice a year. Everyone calls me Jane. We are not too formal here,” she said.
“I am John. You are obviously not local with that broad Scottish accent,” he replied.
“I moved here after I retired. My husband died many years ago, sadly, so I moved near my relatives,” Jane explained.
“What did you do?” John enquired.
“I was a religious education teacher in Glasgow. How about you?” Jane replied.
“I am a sales manager for a school supplies company,” he said.
“What do you supply?” she probed.
“Everything, exercise books, textbooks, stationery, punishment implements,” John answered.
“Interesting. I used to use a Lochgelly Tawse for punishment. Do you supply them?” Jane enquired.
“Not much in England, but we do stock them. Two weights, light and heavy,” he responded.
“They are the best way to control a class. I carried one of each in my bag. Anyone who misbehaved got at least two strokes on the hands in front of the class. That made them pay attention,” she stated.
John smiled as he thought of standing in front of her. His cock stirred, and a bulge appeared in the front of his trousers.
“You seem excited, John,” Jane commented as she noticed the bulge.
“You surprised me. I had not imagined you like that,” John replied.
“I still have my straps in the drawer. I suspect that you would have felt them if you had been one of my pupils, judging from your antics the other night,” she continued.
“What do you mean?” he asked uneasily.
“You had Mandy in your flat. I bumped into her sneaking downstairs from your flat dressed like a prostitute. She is a naughty girl and will lead you astray. She always has men in her flat. You need to be careful,” Jane explained.
“I didn’t realise she was like that,” he replied.
“She is a devious lady. Not like Sue, your neighbour. She is a genuine lady and is respectful,” Jane continued.
“Thank you for the warning. I have met Sue in a business capacity and she is very professional,” John said.
“She is a superb headteacher. Her pupils are so well-behaved around town,” Jane stated.
“That will be because they get caned if they misbehave,” John quipped.
Jane laughed, and John relaxed.
“So, did you ever get whacked at school?” she enquired innocently.
“Twice. Six strokes both times from the same teacher,” he replied.
“I bet it was for being cheeky,” Jane said.
“It was. Wolf whistling her once and telling her she was stunning during a lesson,” John stated.
“Did you have a crush on her?” she queried.
“Yes. She was gorgeous. What about you? Did you ever get punished?” he said.
“Several times. It was normal in my day. Out front, hands out. Mainly for talking in class,” Jane admitted.
Jane saw the bulging trousers and teased him.
“You get excited talking about corporal punishment. Would you like to try a belting?”
John hesitated before replying. Surely it would not hurt that much from an older lady.
“OK. But not too hard.”
Jane stood up, and John admired her. She wore a formal outfit: a tight skirt and blouse, and high-heeled shoes. Her blond hair flowed, and she did not look her age. She opened the drawer and removed two straps.
“Hands out, one on top of the other, and face me,” she instructed.
John stood as ordered and nervously waited. Jane took the lightweight strap and lifted it over her shoulder before whipping it onto his hand.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed, and he shook his hand.
“Other hand,” Jane commanded.
John slowly obeyed, and Jane lifted the strap over her shoulder again. Jane brought the strap down hard, and John tensed.
“Change hands,” she instructed.
John did exactly as he was told as Jane changed to the heavyweight tawse.
She lifted it over her shoulder and brought it down hard, causing John to wince. Without thinking, he changed hands and Jane repeated the stroke.
John shook his hands as Jane put the belts away.
“Now you know how it feels. One advantage of the strap on the hands is it does not cause arousal generally, but that is not true in your case, judging by the bulge,”
John blushed as he realised how perceptive Jane was.
“I don’t believe in sex outside marriage but I could relieve you because masturbation will be awkward at the moment,” she added.
John felt flustered and fidgeted nervously. Jane took the lead and undid his trousers and pulled his pants down. She placed one hand around the base of his cock and started stroking it with the other. She stroked faster and faster until John shot his juice onto the wooden floor.
“That’s better, isn’t it?” she enquired with a broad grin.
“Yes. Thank you,” he mumbled back.
Jane picked up some tissues and wiped his cock before wiping the floor. John pulled up his pants and trousers before relaxing.
“I think I should go,” John stammered.
“I will show you out. Nice stripes, by the way. Are they from Sue?” she said.
“No. They are from Mandy. She caught me speeding,” he replied.
“That’s one of her tricks. Beware. Sue is a much better option,” Jane warned him.
John left and walked back to his flat, deep in thought.
Was Jane right?
Should he avoid Mandy even though she was great in bed?
Was Sue really that perfect?
Should he continue with Ann?
To be continued…
