It was because of June, a little girl named June who moved in next door the summer he was eight. They were the only kids their age on the block, and so it was natural that they play together. She always wanted to play house. Because there were only two of them, they had to play all the roles: mother and father, brother and sister.

What he remembered most, years later, were the times, when, in her mother voice, she scolded, "You need a spanking!"

That first time, how shocked he was when she tugged his shorts down to his knees and gave him ten quick swats--five on each cheek. How strange he felt afterwards.

How his heart raced.

After that, sometimes, just sometimes, he would pretend to misbehave even more, so she would spank him more than once.

June moved away at the end of summer.

Years later, he and his wife moved back into the old neighborhood. "What are you smiling at?" his wife wondered.

Looking out over the backyard, he laughed and told her about the mischief he and June used to get into, and how he got "Mother June' to spank him.

That night, when they retired for the evening, his wife asked if he would like a bare bottom spanking.

And suddenly, his heart was racing in that familiarly strange way. He said yes.

She had him go over her knee, which June had never done, but was more intimate, and she tugged down his pajamas. Her hands were harder than an eight year old's. She struck firmly, with certainty.

He was rock hard afterwards. How his skin tingled as his bottom flexed for that first after-spanking sex. God, it was so hot.

Now, when they have sex, his wife spanks him. Sometimes, it's only ten swats, and that's all he needs, all he wants. But sometimes, she does more. Sometimes, she gets out the belt, and, oh god, that first time, his hands had been so sweaty and his bottom had clenched and twitched in anticipation.

For their anniversary, she bought a paddle, too.

Sometimes, she spanks him with hand or belt or paddle until his skin is warm and tight and he no longer has an erection, and then she sends him to the corner. He puts his nose in the corner, and he can feel her eyes on his exposed bottom. Sometimes, when he's there, she touches his ass, with fingertips or the feathering of leather over skin, and it tickles so he can't stay still. He gets spanked again for wiggling.

And sometimes, when his backside is hot and ripe, she whispers, "Masturbate for me." He puts his hand on his cock, and as he strokes, she swats his behind, not hard, but gently, patting him in time with the movement of his hand, a little lighter if he goes quickly, a little harder if he goes slowly.

Times like that, for as long as he can stand it, he keeps his strokes slow and even, and he comes so hard, so damned hard.

All because of June.