In Her Place 01

The guy next door had moved his girlfriend in a few months ago, and ever since, I occasionally heard some... interesting sounds coming from their place. One particular evening, I heard some raised voices, whining, and then a few hard slaps, and my concern drew me toward their door. As I approached, I could just barely see their forms through the Wexford glass on the door. The sounds hesitated, so I did, too.

Both of them had their backs to me, and he appeared to be towering over her, though I knew she wasn't that much shorter than him. Her slim form seemed to be draped over something, maybe the arm of a couch. Was she unconscious? Concern reigniting within me, I knocked on the door and heard a feminine gasp, followed by a couple of low words from a masculine voice just before the door swung open.

I didn't realize I'd been looking below eye level until the living room light and the open air gave me a real sight to behold: a pale feminine ass pushed up by, yes, the arm of a couch, with the woman draped over it and lying face-first on the cushion. She was wearing a loose mini-skirt which covered almost nothing; I could see her black lace bikini-style panties and her pinkened cheeks. I knew I was blushing as I took in the sight, concern decreasing as I could tell she was breathing fine and willingly staying where she was.

My eyes flashed up to meet my neighbor's dark brown ones, and he was smirking knowingly at me.

"Yes?" He asked simply.

"I, er..." Feeling stupid, I shifted on my feet, my rapidly growing erection starting to press against the zipper of my jeans from the inside. "I heard some, uh... slapping sounds, and I wanted to make sure everything was, um.. that everyone was okay over here."

I averted my gaze from the taller man's eyes, looking at his chest where his tight black tee clung to well-worked pecs. Damn, I thought to myself, what a good-looking pair. She was thin but healthy with long strawberry blonde hair that rolled in waves over her shoulders, and he was slightly taller with dark features. Both were toned and clearly worked out. I myself had blue eyes, light brown hair and an average body, fit enough from working outside but not much next to this guy.

"We're fine, but maybe you'd feel better hearing it from the lady. It's good of you to check. Care to come in?" He said. I hesitated again, but he was right, I wanted to be sure, and I wouldn't take his word for it. I moved past him through the door he held open and approached the couch.

With a clearer view, I knew exactly what was happening here. On the couch was a wooden paddle, and from the way she was bent over the arm, it was clear she was being seen to for some sort of infraction. I approached and squatted down so I was at eye level with her scrunched, bright red face, her blue eyes wide with humiliation.

"Hey," I said, "I'm Aidan. Sorry to meet you in such a weird way."

It took her a moment to gather herself enough to respond, and I got the sense she'd been instructed not to lift herself from her embarrassing position. My neighbor Charlie, who I'd met only once before at the mailboxes, stood back to let me talk to her without interference.

"Um, hi," she finally said, her voice small. "I'm Heather."

"You doing okay, Heather?" she only nodded. "Is Charlie hurting you?"

She looked like she didn't know what to say, and I realized my mistake. "Er, is this, uh, consensual?"

She nodded again, then finally whispered, "we have a safe word."

I know my face reddened at that, but I pressed on. "What is it? I'd feel better knowing, just... in case."

I'd said it to imply that I'd be over in a flash if I ever heard the word and wasn't convinced he'd stopped his ministrations, but suddenly, different images were flashing through my mind, images involving my needing to listen for her safe word myself, images of me helping with her aftercare, images of my participating... I banished them from my mind, reminding myself that I was only here to ensure she was okay, and then I'd excuse myself.

"Red light" she said, "like a traffic light. Yellow means... almost."

She seemed to be having trouble explaining, her face becoming redder with embarrassment at having to say this to a stranger. I nodded in understanding, trying to ease her nerves and smiling gently.

"Okay. I just wanted to make sure you didn't feel unsafe."

She shook her head. "No, but thank you. I um... I deserve it."

For some reason, hearing her say this surprised me. I'd gotten the idea of domestic discipline from what I'd seen, but still, it struck me as odd.

"For what?" I asked before I'd thought better of it.

This time, Charlie answered. "For flirting with guys at the club." His deep voice said behind me.

I turned to look back at him, rising from my crouch beside her, then glanced back at her as she began to protest, "It was just to get some free drinks! I wouldn't have done anything with them."

Charlie rolled his eyes; then I heard him unbuckling his belt.

"See," he said to me, "this is why I need to put her in her place once in a while. She convinces hersef these things are no big deal, that it's fine to use her charms to take advantage of these guys and borderline cheat, just so she can have her fun. Kinda fucked up, isn't it?"

Before I could stop myself, I found myself nodding in agreement. I shot her an apologetic look, but I had to admit, I was beginning to side with Charlie, especially when she started whining out more excuses.

Suddenly he was behind her again, his belt folded, his hand pulling her skirt up more, and before I could even think about excusing myself, I heard the sharp CRACK of leather on skin and Heather cried out. My eyes must have been bugging out of my head at that point, because Charlie looked at me and chuckled. Her eyes welled, but she had shut up. I reminded myself she had a safe word and took a step back toward the door.

"You're alright there," Charlie said to me. "You're here, so you might as well see it through."

Another whining protest, another sharp CRACK of the belt on her ass, and a whimper followed his invitation.

"I don't want to make the lady uncomfortable..." I said hesitantly.

"The lady put herself in this position," Charlie said, looking at her. "You mind if Aidan stays, sugar? You know what to say if you do."

There was a pause, then a mumbled, "No, I guess not" in a pouty tone.

CRACK! "I mean, no! You can stay, Aidan."

My eyes widened, hoping she wasn't now being punished on my account, and half-worried that if I tried to go now, it'd be worse for her.

"Okay," I said, trying to be reassuring.

Charlie nodded once, then proceeded, his left hand once again lifting her skirt out of the way, and I noticed he was pressing down on the small of her back with it, holding her in place. I winced involuntarily as he raised the belt and brought it down again, this time creating a louder CRACK! and a louder cry from Heather.

That was four, and as he continued, her cries increased in volume; still, knowing she had a way out and wasn't using it turned the scene from concerning to erotic pretty quickly. I was hard, but then again, so was Charlie, so I figured he knew I'd find this hot and didn't mind. I began to relax, my anxiety about it all slipping away as I watched him strike her ass and heard her reactions, twitching in my jeans with each hard CRACK until he finished ten strokes.

Charlie looked at me again, this time inquisitively. "Want to grab that paddle, man?" He asked, gesturing to the one I'd seen on the couch.

From my angle, I was slightly closer to it, so I lifted it by the top of the thick wood and offered the handle to him. He shook his head.

"Nah, why don't you do the honors?"

Now I was sure my eyes were bugging out. "What?" Heather and I both said at once, her eyes as wide as mine.

"Well, since all your racket scared Aidan half to death and brought him over here, I figure the man deserves a whack at it. Go ahead, Aidan, come back here and give it a try."

I surprised myself by complying easily as Heather whimpered, standing behind her and holding the paddle firmly by the handle. I had to admit, the heavy wood felt good in my hands, and my excitement grew as I pictured it. I raised the paddle high and started to bring it down before Heather started to push herself up from the couch, crying, "No, no-!"

Charlie jumped into action, moving next to me and holding her down with a hand firmly planted on her back. She struggled and squirmed, and he instructed me to place my left hand where his was, leaning forward to use my body weight to hold her as she squirmed. It was beginning to feel like an out-of-body experience.

As if watching myself do it, I pressed firmly down on her back and raised the paddle up again, bringing it down with a resounding THWACK. Heather cried out but didn't use her safe word, so I took that as a sign to continue.

I brought the paddle up again, this time focusing on her left cheek. THWACK! And again on her ride side, THWACK! I could hear her crying into the cushion, but she lay mostly still. I shot Charlie an inquisitive look.

"Doin' pretty well, man, but I bet you've got more than that in you. Don't be afraid to really give it to her."

Heather started to buck against my left hand again, and I pressed down harder to keep her in place.

"Are you sure?" I asked.

He nodded. "Yeah, and it's time for these to come down." Reaching past me to her reddened ass, he looped his forefingers into her black lace panties and pulled them down slowly.

As he did, I could see evidence of her arousal stretching between her body and the panties, and my sex hardened even more, almost to bursting. "Oh, fuck," I moaned before I could stop myself. Charlie smirked with satisfaction.

"Yeah, she loves this shit, man. The harder you hit her, the wetter she gets, and by the end she'll be begging to get fucked. So don't you worry about hurting her."

He reached with his index finger to touch her core, swollen and red with desire, and she flinched hard as she gasped with pleasure, reminding me to keep a firm hold on her. He ran his finger along the outside of her sex, showing me how wet she was and, I knew, shooting electric sparks of pleasure through her body. This time, her whimpers sounded more like pleas for him to continue, but as he approached her clit, he chuckled wickedly and pulled back instead.

She groaned and bucked with frustration, and he nodded at me to continue.

I raised the paddle and brought it down harder than I had before he'd removed the small amount of barrier her panties provided.

THWACK!

She screamed and bucked against my hand, but I leaned forward and held her firmly, bringing it down again and again, harder each time, as she continued to writhe and buck against me.

She started to get out of position, sliding against the arm of the couch, so I propped my knee against it and pulled her back by her hips, knowing her clit would end up resting right above my knee cap.

She cried out in surprise as I braced my left forearm on her back again, holding her in place as the next one came down against the top of her thighs. This scream was even louder than before, and she sobbed in earnest.

Three more heavy THWACKs just like that and her fight finally gave out -- she slumped over the arm of the couch, her body limp against my leg. I looked at Charlie, who was grinning with satisfaction.

"Excellent," he said, "Two more."

I knew better than to ask again if he was sure, but these last two were not quite as hard, and as the last one fell, Heather moaned as if I had caressed her.

Before I could think better of it, I turned the paddle sideways and pressed it gently against her core, knowing it was wide enough to touch her clit and her opening both at once. She gasped again, moaning hard, and Charlie chuckled and muttered something that sounded like "now you're getting it."

Charlie took the paddle from my hands, and I stepped back from her, still staring at her bright red ass. He reached forward and felt the right side where I was sure it burned hot.

When I saw him unbutton his jeans, I quickly stepped back again toward the door, reaching my limit.

He made no move to stop me, and I fled their townhouse, shutting the door behind me and heading home to mine. I was barely inside the door of the home I shared with no one before my jeans had hit the floor and my ass hit the couch. My boxer briefs were down before I could think about it, and my hand grabbed my hard, aching sex.

As I thought about Heather writhing under me, crying out with pleasure and pain, soaking the knee of my jeans with her desire, I stroked myself to completion quickly, imagining what it would feel like to release myself inside her soft, wet folds.