I heard the loud crash, ran to the front room, and there it was, my window was shattered, glass everywhere, Who could have done this, and why. All of my questions were answered when I looked through my broken window, and saw little Ronnie standing there, looking as guilty as ever.
I motioned for little Ronnie to come over, looking down, and shuffling his feet he finally made it over to where I was standing. When I questioned Ronnie about my window, he told me that Timmy had thrown the ball, and ran off when he saw that it had hit my window.
I was furious, one that my window was broken, and two because little Ronnie was lying about someone else doing it. I mean come on, who else could have done it, little Ronnie was the ONLY one there. I decided that he needed to be punished, and since we live in a neighborhood where it is okay to punish other peoples children, I decided this was a good time to teach Ronnie a lesson.
I had him come inside, pull his pants down to his ankles and bend over my knee, which he reluctantly did, begging and pleading and still insisting that he was not the one who threw the ball. SMACK , the first blow to his bottom he screamed a little. A few more times and his little butt started turning red and stinging.
After a while I was sure that little Ronnie Jr had learned his lesson, so I told him he could get up and go home, and to be sure to let his dad big Ronnie, know exactly what happened. No sooner had I gone out to sunbathe, there was his dad walking up my steps, looking very angry.
I told him to sit out in my lawn chair and I would explain everything. A few minutes later he smiled and told me that maybe I needed to be spanked for dressing in such a sexy bathing suit, and again I turned the tables around and told Ronnie that maybe he should be spanked for watching me. I then told him to do just what his son did, pull his pants down and bend over my knee. A few smacks later I could feel a cock pressing against my leg.
Ronnie then told me maybe I needed to feel his cock inside me, as a punishment, I just smiled as I bent over and felt him explode inside me. He finished, zipped up, then went home, as he was walking away though, I could hear him say something under his breath, he couldn’t wait for the next time his son little Ronnie did something wrong, so we could all be Punished again.
Wendy
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