Our gay neighbors are always out walking their little Keeshonds, rain or shine, morning and evening like clockwork. One afternoon I was in the garage, half distracted, organizing things I had no intention of actually organizing, when they wandered over to say hello.

I noticed it immediately. One of them is much younger, mid twenties, ripped, blond, and distractingly pretty. The kind of body that looks sculpted even in casual clothes. His partner is a good twenty years older, handsome in a comfortable way, solid, relaxed, very dad bod confident. They balance each other beautifully.

Over the months we’ve gotten friendly. Casual chats turned into longer conversations. Coffee invitations. Easy laughter. Eventually, as these things often do, the truth about my household came out. They learned that I spank Zeek. Not as a joke. Not as a bedroom novelty. As part of our real dynamic.

The younger one got very quiet when that came up. The older one smiled in a way that told me he already knew exactly what was happening in his partner’s head. A few days later they brought it up again, this time more carefully, more intentionally. They asked if I would be willing to spank the younger one as punishment, with clear rules and consent.

I won’t lie, I enjoyed how nervous he looked asking. Broad shoulders. Tight posture. Eyes fixed on me instead of the floor. He wanted discipline, structure, and that unmistakable sting of correction that only comes from a woman who knows what she’s doing. His partner wanted to watch, support, and make sure it was done properly.

We talked boundaries. We talked expectations. We talked about why this appealed to him and what he hoped to feel afterward. I take that part seriously. A spanking means nothing without intention behind it.

The idea of that strong, beautiful young body standing still for me, accepting punishment because he asked for it, is deeply satisfying. There is something delicious about being trusted that way, especially by someone who looks like he could overpower most people but chooses not to.

We haven’t set the first session yet, but it’s coming. I can already tell this is going to be one of those arrangements that starts simply and becomes something much more interesting.

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