by Jack Crawford
Cottonwood, Texas would never be listed as a city in itself; rather it was a gated, secure community within the incorporated city limits of Dallas. The residents, however, would describe their little community as unique, as an enclave of families happily protected from the usual urban blight. Cottonwood sprang from a large dilapidated industrial area near the Elm Fork of the Trinity River. All the buildings in the area had been razed five years earlier and streets and services had been laid out for a community of less than 30 rather large homes on generous lots with impressive landscaping.
The combination of security and privacy, newness of the homes, and proximity to his new job was what caused Steve Hess and his wife Terri to build a new home in Cottonwood when his company relocated him to Dallas. Terri had been particularly excited with the community after several long conversations with both the developer and the sales agent. Although they had no children, and weren't planning on having any, they built a 4,000 square foot home complete with swimming pool and spa. The pool and spa in the back yard were completely enclosed with an 8-foot high fence for privacy.
Steve and Terri were both 38-years-old but looked younger as they maintained a constant vigilance against aging. Both were careful to watch their diets and they worked out regularly. That was one of the reasons for the high fence: Steve loved to jump into the pool after a late night jog, usually just peeling off his running shorts and shoes to cool off in his pool stark naked. Although the lots on either side of their home were empty, Steve and Terri realized that someone would soon build on the lots and they would need the high fence to maintain their privacy.
Home building continued and soon new homes were being constructed next to them. A large two-story home similar to the Hess's own home was built to one side. Eventually, a family moved next door and Steve and Terri quickly met the new neighbors. Like Steve, Nora Daly was a corporate executive and her husband, Mike, was a successful interior design consultant. Mike was self-employed and like Terri, who was a voice coach, he could easily dictate his own hours.
Of the four, Nora was the boldest, often saying and doing things just to shock the others. Steve often wondered if her urge to shock others was her creative talent trying to burst free or if it might be a way for her to let loose after spending most of her days in a rigid corporate environment. He found out one night just how bold she could be.
Like most Thursdays, Terri had a late rehearsal with a local semi-professional chorus. And, like most Thursdays, Steve went for a late evening jog, enjoying the clear and warm July evening. After getting his 5 miles in, Steve stripped off his running outfit, grabbed a towel and went outside and jumped into the pool to cool off. It was dark at that time of the night and he did not turn on any lights. His 8-foot fence provided him with the added measure of comfort that he would not be shocking anyone with his skinny-dipping.
Or so he thought.
The Daly's master bedroom was upstairs and overlooked Steve's back yard, and, of course, his pool. Nora had noticed one night when Steve had jumped naked into the pool after returning from his run. A few innocuous questions determined that it was a regular habit several times a week, and Nora also knew that Terri would not be home for at least another hour that Thursday night.
So it was a shock to Steve when he dove off the diving board into the pool and resurfaced to hear Nora's voice coming from the blackness of the steps in the shallow end. "I guess that's what it was like in the 'good ol' days' when boys played and went skinny dipping in the local pond."
Steve nearly choked on the pool water he was so startled to hear a voice. As he regained his composure he finally recognized Nora's voice. "Geez, Nora! You startled the hell out of me! What are you doing here?" He was tempted to get out of the pool and wrap the towel around himself, but decided to play it cool, realizing that the water and darkness combined to preserve his modesty. Getting out of the pool would only reveal himself again.
"Oh, I just came over to see if Terri wanted to go for a walk and maybe a quick swim," she said innocently. "It's such a warm evening, isn't' it?" Nora was still hidden by the dark shadows and the lack of any moonlight resulted in no direct illumination. "So, I thought I would just stick my feet into the water and cool off a little after I remembered that Terri had choir practice tonight." She kicked her feet making little splashing noises. "Then imagine my surprise when you come bounding out of the house, totally ignorant of my presence and jumped into the pool in all your glory." Steve blushed as he imagined the show he must have given Nora who continued her easy banter. "And what a glory it is! I can tell you work out, Steve. You have the cutest buns!"
Again, Steve blushed, thankful for the darkness and the deep shadows. He decided to play along and swam up to her, sitting on the second step near her, but still modestly covered by the dark water from the waist down. "Okay, Nora, you surprised and shocked me ... got me good, in fact. Why don't you go over and get that towel for me so I can cover up?"
"Why, Steve," she teased, "that wouldn't be any fun at all."
He began to feel very uneasy, worried actually that Terri would come home early and he would not be able to explain the circumstances. "C'mon, Nora. Cut it out," he said testily. "What if Terri comes home and finds us like this?"
"Us?" she laughed. "Don't you mean you? I'm not the one who is naked and parading around in front of the neighbors!" Her giggles should have angered Steve, but he found it difficult to be angry with Nora. Then she really shocked him. "I guess Terri would just have to turn you over her knee and paddle your backside!" Again her infectious giggles should have annoyed him, but they didn't.
Her statement, however, confirmed what he had come to fear. Terri and Nora had become quite good friends. Unlike most men, women tend to tell each other even the most intimate details of their private lives. Obviously, Terri had mentioned their little spanking games. Groaning inwardly, Steve wondered just how much Terri had said.
Terri and Steve had an unusual relationship, or at least they felt it was unusual. Each had long harbored a secret desire, and a real need, to be spanked. It was a tremendous thrill for each of them to be spanked. Oddly, neither were terribly excited about doing the spanking so they settled into a convenient accommodation: they alternated. When one of them felt the need for a spanking, they would do something naughty and be sure to be caught at it. A bare bottom spanking would soon be the result, almost always followed by a session of torrid lovemaking.
Eventually, their unusual spanking relationship caused both of them to also look forward to doing the spanking. Perhaps it was the sight of naked bottom flesh dancing to the rhythm being beaten against it, or perhaps it was the feeling of power and control that the spanker exercised. More likely though it was the hot sex that followed a spanking that made giving a spanking an erotic activity and something to be looked forward to. Still, being spanked was better as far as the couple were concerned.
These thoughts wandered through his mind and he knew, he just knew, that Terri had to have said something. The prospects of a spanking caused a certain arousal in him and it was soon apparent to Nora. She suspected her teasing mention of a spanking would result in Steve's excitement and she verified his condition by firmly grasping his swollen manhood.
"I thought so," she cried out gleefully, her hand dipped into the cool dark water as she knelt at the pool's edge. "The naughty boy has been found out!" She gripped him firmly as he instinctively tried to pull free.
"Nora, cut that out!" he complained.
The laughter echoed off the water as she continued to taunt him. "I bet you'll get it really good, tonight. Do you suppose Terri will let me watch?"
"Sshh!!" he whispered urgently. "Keep your voice down! Do you want the whole neighborhood to hear you?" He looked about despite knowing that the 8-foot fence kept out prying eyes. Somewhat calmer after assuring himself that they were alone, Steve demanded that Nora tell him exactly what Terri had told her.
"From your response, I can see that at least part of what she told me was true ... she does spank you!"
"Alright," Steven agreed miserably, "that's true enough, but what else did she say?"
"I don't think I want to tell you," taunted Nora. "There's no reason for me to betray our confidential conversation."
"Yeah? Well what about keeping our sex life confidential?"
"You'll have to take that up with Terri." Nora stood up and stepped out of the pool saying, "Maybe I'll call Terri later and tell her I saw you skinny dipping."
"Wait, Nora!" he pleaded. "Don't go yet. You haven't told me what else Terri had to say."
Nora stood with her arms akimbo, contemplating Steve in the pool. "Well, Steve, I don't think you have earned the right to find out exactly what Terri said to me. Why don't you just ask her?"
"I will ask her, but first I want to hear what you have to say," whined Steve. "It's important to me to know what she said." He shook his head in disbelief. "I can't imagine her telling you about that."
"Well, neighbor, ask her. Maybe she'll tell you the truth, but then again ..." Nora let her last comment linger.
"Please, Nora. Be a friend and tell me what Terri said," he begged again.
"How important is it for you to find out, Steve?" she asked. "Is it important enough for you to climb out of that pool and show me that cute bottom of yours?"
Yet again, Nora had managed to shock him, if only momentarily. Steve decided to play her game, stood up and stepped out of the pool. Nora got an eyeful of firmly rounded, muscular buns as Steve walked over to his towel and dried off.
He tied the towel around his waist and turned to Nora, but only saw her exiting quickly through the side gate that led towards Nora's home. She called out to him, "If you really want to know, follow me."
Somewhat confused about his obsession with knowing the details of his wife's conversation with their neighbor, Steve nevertheless followed Nora quickly to her home, following her through the garage and into the back door. Standing in the family room with Nora, she asked him, "How badly do you want to know about this, Steve?"
"Uh, where is Mike?"
"He's out with a client and won't be home for quite awhile, and I still wonder how badly you want to know what Terri told me."
Steve repositioned his damp towel as it was beginning to slide off. "I don't know what you want, Nora. What do you mean?"
"Then I'll be blunt," she explained, folding her arms over her ample bosom. Cocking her head inquisitively to one side she told him, "What Nora said about spanking you sounded very interesting, and I would like to try it out. When I brought it up to Mike, he refused, and I still want to know what it is like to have a man over my lap as I spank his bottom red."
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