I recall sitting on the steps of my home on hot summer after- noons, the complete ache inside me as I looked across the street to my neighbors house. I was very young and really couldn't understand the feelings that seemed to have such power over me. My beautiful neighbor was married, but childless, and she sported a wonderful tan from hours of sunbathing at the pool in in her back yard. Her husband was rarely home and from time to time she would spot me and my woeful yearning look and invite me over for a swim. On these occassions I would do everything a boy would do to watch her... obsessed by the untanned white between her breasts and at the tops of her thighs... we would play in the water for a while and I lost no chance to brush against her... touching her... What skin... soft and pliant... sensual/sexual loving skin... God ! What skin ! These boyish acts had to be obvious to her, although she never said a word about it until one day after a particularly rowdy play time... We stepped from the pool and she crooked her finger for me to follow her into the cabana. Once inside she sat on the dressing bench and motioned me to her. As I stood before her she purposely brushed her arms against my chest and legs as she slipped away my wet swim trunks. Naked now and quite erect I trembled at her touch. She gently grasped my penis and guided me across her thighs. I melted at the contact with her, my hard cock pressed against her, I was helpless, but I offered no resistance. She hit me then... very hard... She continued very slowly, always leaving her hand in contact between spanks. My ass was stinging and inside I was completely wild with arousal. She stopped once or twice and leaned over me, pressing her breasts against my back and just looked directly into my eyes. I wasn't crying and I knew that she could tell she had found my desire. How did she know ? The spanking went on... me grinding myself into her with every stroke. She would, sometimes, briefly massage my sore ass which was now deep red from my waist to mid thigh. I wondered at her strength... The power of her hand... The power of my feelings at finding such incredible release in the pain. The mere sensation of the stinging and the contact with her finally overwhelmed me and I came just as she delivered what was to be the final spank. A ringing blow that sent me to a place inside from which I, gladly, have never returned. I loved being spanked... the contact... the sensations of stinging and helplessness... the touching... Thank you neighbor... for liberating me forever !