"I hope you're ready for me," I heard Anne call from down the hall.

I had to assume it was me she was questioning, since I was the only one in any of her second-floor rooms; Frank and Chino were downstairs, one guy in her office, the other down in the laundry room in her basement. I was about as ready as I'd ever be, kneeling on her wooden floor, completely naked, my hands on the back of my head, interlocked fingers, my cock pounding out before me. I was suffering through the sweet anticipation of where Anne might be, who among the three of us she was attending to, and when would come my turn.

Just another day at Anne's house.

"Mmmm, I just love it when you boys do what you're told," Lady Anne said, entering her bedroom. Her low sandals' heels clicked across the floor as she came to stand behind me, grabbed my hands and pulled me back so I had no choice but to look up at her.

"I have been waiting to spank you especially, all week," she said, as I looked up over the small yet firm rise of her chest, to her smile as she dipped her chin down to me.

"I love your ass the most out of the three of you."

Anne let me go, stepping back, and I stood knowing it was my time to do so. I had no idea if what she was saying was true, if she hadn't just spanked the muscular Chino a floor below me and cooed in his ear that his was the best ass out of us all, or if she was going to take Frank twenty minutes from now, pull him across her dryer and whisper to him that his was the ass she loved the most.

I didn't much care really, just as long as she spanked me now.

"You get so, so hard," she said, reaching out to tickle the head of my purpling cock as I turned to face her.

"So, so, hard."

Shlap! Anne's fanned fingers resounded as she swatted my hard-on dead center. I puked a shot of breath and this dominant lady took a step to me and looked deep into my blue eyes with her little brown ones.

"I know you're hard," she said. "But I don't want you to enjoy yourself to the point where you think you're gonna get off every time we do this. I want you..."

She reached down, grabbed my cock and pulled me across the floor with her to the bed.

"...to fucking suffer like the rest of the boys who come to me so wanting to suffer," she finished, and pulled me up and onto her bed as I climbed up on my hands and knees and she released my cock.

"I want you all to know why we do this," she said, and Smack! landed a high hard open swat to my right butt cheek. "Why this is even happening at all."

Smack! Smack! Smack! her hand bounced three times off my left cheek.

"Why..." Smack! "Why..." Smack! two hits on the right again. "Why. Why Why."

Anne followed with a succession of ten cheek-to-cheek smacks as I panted and tried not to arch my back away or into them.

"Why are we here, Honey?"

Anne softened, took a step behind me and reached up and under my slightly spread thighs, grabbed my cock and began stroking me.

"Be...be...because you want to spank us."

I repeated the well-worn litany.

"Because we deserve to be spanked."

"Yes," she said, stroking me long and down between my legs; if she didn't stop soon I was going to come for sure.

"Mmmm, pre-cum," Anne remarked, tickling the tip of her finger across the head of my cock.

I began to hump her hand then but she quickly moved off me and I looked to my side to see her admiring her finger.

"You are so, so, ready, huh Carl?"

I could only look forward and clench my asscheeks; she didn't need an answer to her question.

Every boy who came to Anne was ready.

Chino had introduced me to the thirty-three-year-old widow on the hill. Anne was the talk of our well-to-do suburb, as much for her creamy complexion good looks as she was for the supposed millions her hubby had left her. It was a bit of a cliché to imagine such a young ex-bride, cut away from the love of her life way too early, suddenly keeping a stable of ready and buff young guys at her beck and call, but it did seem true that Anne was the quintessential insatiable lady...at least when it came to kinkiness.

As we came to learn, first Chino, then Frank, me and a few other twenty-something dudes I had only heard about in passing (Anne only wanted 3 young men at a time in her house), she had some very specific sexual tastes, and since her husband's passing had been exercising her more kinky desires, forgoing sex (which any of us would have been thrilled to provide such a great looking woman) for her more dominant pursuits. None of us had ever seen the woman so much as tickle herself in our presence, but we all assumed after the spanking, whipping, forced masturbations we were put through, Anne had at herself and her memories when we were long gone.

Since I had been in Anne's care I had been perusing a lot of femdom stuff on the Internet and had been exposed to classic clichéd leather-clad dominatrixes to an off-putting degree. I'm sure I wouldn't have responded as well had Anne dressed in head-to-toe leather, or if she had called me her bitch and growled at me. What I loved about this, what had me come back time and again to something so foreign to my sexual experiences (few that there were at my age) was how here we were in a normal suburban house, in a nice quiet upper-middle class cul-de-sac, being spanked, cooed over and considered by this very seemingly normal woman.

Not every guy wants to be spanked, that's for sure, but Chino had assumed that I might have as kinky and wild a mind as he did, so recruiting for the lady hadn't been hard. That we all knew, and all took the punishments at the same time in Anne's grand house, only added to the humiliation and therefore the eroticism of us all being here, at generally the same time, for generally the same purpose. This house began to take on all manner of sinister sexual connotations, even more than the lady who inhabited it, so a fevered cell phone text of: Meeting at Anne's this Thursday filled each on of us with such sweet sexual dread, I wasn't sure I could go back to a normal sex life had I had one presently.

"You know each..." Smat! ..."one of you guys..." Smat! Smat! "...responds to totally different... " Smat! "...discipline." Smat! Smat! Smat!

Anne was standing over me, wailing away barehanded bouncing across my ass cheek-to-cheek, regaling me with her observation. It was as much what she said, along with how she placed us in different rooms, how she made us wait, what she wore and how she smacked us―and differently, as she was telling me then―that made this all so hot to me.

"For you, it's a nice back and forth, cheek-to-cheek rhythm, bare handed..." Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! her hand emphasized to my right cheek. Smack! Smack! It repeated to my left.

"Oh God," I cried out, leaning forward.

"Turn and sit, time to watch it bounce."

I came from off my knees and hands and did as she instructed, sitting slowly (she really had heated my little ass so quickly that it stung as I sat down there under her) spreading my legs and leaning back on my arms to present my popping hard cock.

Having now complete access to my cock and balls, I started to quiver in anticipation of what Anne might do next.

"Now, this is something I do with all of you," she said, again repeating what I already knew...the guys and I shared this much of our specific punishment with her, and Anne liked to tell me about the bouncing part especially, as it seemed to be one of her favorite things to put us through.

I didn't mind her repeating.

"Now hold still," the lanky woman cooed, while sitting down next to me. She scooted up close so her firm left breast brushed my arm and I nearly leapt off the bed at the contact.

"Mmmmm, settle, settle," she said, knowing full well how with her this close to me, looking into my eyes, her slightly sweet perfume between us, her breath so close to my cheek, and her body warm and tight next to me, made me just as crazy as when she stood behind me spanking my quivering ass.

"First one," Anne said, and Snit! she flipped just the very tip of the fingers of her right hand into the fold of my right thigh, barely missing my right testicle. I jumped, of course, my cock bouncing in my lap, and Anne snuggled up closer and tittered.

"Now..." she said, and reached over and smacked my left thigh right at the same place on that side. I felt the brush of the quick breeze of her hand on my balls as I arched up and wagged my cock.

"So fucking proud of it, huh?" Anne said, and Snip! Snip! she hit the inside of my right thigh, smiled, leaned over and Snip! Snip! landed on my left.

"Oh fuck!" I replied in a growl.