Christmas Eve Spanking by MBP mwfan318@aol.com It was after 10:00 PM on Christmas Eve. Sitting on the Amtrak train traveling the Northeast Corridor between New York and Philadelphia, Steve Goldstein looked up from his novel. He had expected the train to be empty; he didn’t expect to be one of only two on it. Sitting in window seat directly on the other side of the aisle was an attractive older woman wearing a black, party dress. Engrossed in her own book, the woman seemed not to notice the younger man. She had dark hair tinged with a little gray. Her legs were shapely in black pantyhose and she had kicked off her shoes, unconsciously posing her feet. The woman was probably close to fifty and was built solidly, unlike the young waifs with whom Steve was associated. The young man couldn’t help staring and glancing over; he was attracted to the lady. Steve, being one of the few Jews in his office, and the one with the least seniority, had worked late. The woman was obviously heading home after a Christmas soiree. The 23 year old man kept glancing over; his fellow passenger was more interesting than the book he was reading. During the long stretch between Newark and Princeton Junction, Steve noticed the woman was grinning, although she hadn’t looked up. The man looked away abruptly since the woman had noticed him noticing her. He glanced back over and she was looking directly at him, grinning widely. She motioned for Steve to join her, and he was more than happy to oblige. "I’m Patricia," the woman said as Steve sat down. The man introduced himself and the two started talking. Patricia, nicely made-up, was quite attractive, Steve thought. She was probably older than his mother, but, so what? Their conversation was sparkling and flirty. As they neared Princeton Junction, Patricia invited Steve over to her house. They were both getting off at that stop and Patricia asked Steve to follow her home. He did this, and within 10 minutes he was kissing the older woman in her living room. Patricia was a good kisser so it was with reluctance he let her go when she decided to change. Steve looked around while the woman was gone. He saw pictures of two boys that were probably around his own age. There were pictures, though not recent ones, of an older man that resembled the boys. For some reason, he was beginning to doubt what he was doing. Patricia returned presently freshly scrubbed. Without her makeup and outfit, she looked older, but still attractive. Patricia wore a long white shirt and was bare legged and barefoot. Steve could now see the cellulite in her still shapely legs. She was a good- looking lady, but she was still middle-aged. Steve’s cold feet froze. He mumbled his apologies and started to leave. Patricia moved in front of the front door, blocking the man’s exit. "Where do you think you’re going?" she asked. "I can’t go through with this," Steve said. "Why not?" The mood had changed for Steve. Thinking of the pictures of the family, and seeing the older woman in normal garb, Steve had been splashed with cold water. The excitement was gone and the man wanted to be. When Steve didn’t answer her, Patricia said, "My husband has been gone for nearly 10 years and I haven’t done it since. You get me all worked up after all this time and now you just stop? That’s cruel." Steve didn’t know what to say. He blurted out, "It would be like having sex with my mother." He immediately reconsidered. "I’m sorry I said that." Patricia released a couple of tears but quickly regained her composure, then smiled. "Well," she said, a vicious grin now on her face, "Since I’m like your mother and you’re behaving like a little boy, I’m going to punish you." "What are you talking about?" "I’m going to do to you what I used to do to my sons when they misbehaved. I’m going to spank you." Steve laughed. "Spank me? That’s pretty funny. What makes you think I’m going to let you spank me." Patricia replied, calmly, "It doesn’t matter it you let me or not. I’m still going to spank you. Now just give in and I’ll take it easy on you." "No way!" Steve blasted shrilly. "I’m leaving." Patricia grabbed Steve’s arm and dragged the young man away from the door. He pulled his arm free, so she grabbed him around his waist and pulled him towards the couch. Steve fought this but the older woman made plenty of progress. The man redoubled his effort; it didn’t help. Patricia sat down and pulled Steve across her knee, then wrapped his arm up his back in a hammerlock. With Steve now immobilized, Patricia started the spanking. Steve could scarcely believe how easily the woman had overpowered him. She was twenty-five years his senior. Although she was solid, he was taller and heavier. Her strength was amazing. And it was even worse when the first smack met his muscular backside. Thwack. Thwack. Thwack. A strong hand beat a steady rhythm on Steve’s behind. Thwack. Thwack. Even though Steve still had on pants and underpants, he could feel the hand. It was painful. Thwack. Thwack. Patricia spent five minutes spanking the young man, who barely struggled. He was stunned, and he was starting to hurt. Patricia rolled Steve off her legs and onto the floor. She waited for him to stand, smiling sexily in her fetching outfit. Steve stood and unconsciously rubbed his butt. "Now take off your pants. You can leave your underwear on." Patricia paused. "For now." He wouldn’t comply. Like a coward, he sprinted to the door, trying to get away using the element of surprise. Patricia tackled him and the two wrestled briefly on the carpet. The older woman quickly took control. She wrapped her arm around him head and pushed him to the carpet, face down. With a free hand Patricia swatted his backside a couple of times. Steve tried to protect with his free hand but the woman moved a little and the man’s arm was no longer a factor. Patricia slowly and teasingly began unbuckling his belt. "What’s the matter, little Stevie," the woman said. "Is Mommy a little too strong for you?" "Little Stevie," six feet tall and nearly 170 pounds, bucked and fought; however, the smaller but solid woman held him easily. She completed the belt, unbuttoned his pants and maneuvered Steve around until he was down to his underpants. "Wow," Patricia said, as she saw the expensive, silky, light-blue boxers Steve wore. "These are really hot. I wonder how my hand will feel through them? Let’s find out." With that, the middle-aged woman sat back on the couch and twisted Steve’s arm behind his back again. He had no choice and Patricia started the spanking anew. Thwack. Steve screamed. The silky boxers provided no protection for his already sore butt. Patricia sexily rubbed her hand over the man’s underpants, feeling the silk. It felt good for both of them. Thwack. Another sharp smack, another scream, followed by lots more. The pain was almost unbearable for Steve as the woman continued, paying little attention to his crying. As Steve was about to pass out from the pain, Patricia stopped and slid out from under him. Steve lay on the couch, crying like a baby. "I can’t believe I was going to sleep with you," the woman said, sighing. "You cry like a little girl from a little spanking. I thought you were a man. I’ll tell you what. If you can stop crying I’ll make you feel better." Steve tried and his sobs eased. Sitting next to him on the sofa, Patricia rubbed his butt carefully, trying not to hurt him. Her strong hands were surprising smooth against the silk. This aroused the man. Rubbing the other side, Patricia could feel Steve’s immediate hardness. She stroked the silky boxers. Quickly, too quickly, Steve shot his load. "We could have had fun, couldn’t we?" the older woman asked. Steve nodded. "But, you had to go ahead and ruin it," Patricia continued as she pulled down the boxers. Steve didn’t bother to resist. "I gave you a little taste; now for the rest of your punishment." Steve braced for the pain but even then he wasn’t ready for it. His ass was red and sore. Patricia raked her fingernails across his butt, bringing blood. Steve would have screamed, but Patricia cupped his mouth and no sound came out. The pain was impossible and his entire body jerked from it. "Just one more time," Patricia said. Steve tried to say something, but the woman still had his mouth covered. The fingernails did their thing; it took several minutes before Steve stopped convulsing. He was still trembling and shaking 15 minutes later. Patricia had his body lying across her as she applied first aid cream to Steve’s ass. The salve felt good, but the man probably wouldn’t be able to sit normally for a week. And who was going to put something on his butt when he was home? He couldn’t show this to anyone; how would he explain? Steve got dressed with some help and Patricia assisted him to the door. Opening it, she flung Steve into the snow. "Put some of it on your butt, handsome. It will stop the swelling." It actually felt good so Steve sat in the snow for awhile. Patricia watched him. As he left, Patricia said, "I’d be a little more careful next time you disappoint a woman." Steve looked at her, nodded, and left.