The Chastisement of Paul’s Small Cock
Several weeks had passed since the beautiful neighbor had moved across the street. Paul’s masturbation ritual began to change. Each night he waited for his wife to fall asleep. He went into the guest room where he kept his telescope. He pointed it towards her windows hoping she would leave her curtains open. Sometimes she would and he'd get a slight glimpse of her, however even when he couldn't actually see her his addiction to her was so strong that he imaged peeking at her. He imaged her knowing he was watching her and that she would parade in front of the window wearing panties just for him. Sometimes she would come home late with a date. She had many boyfriends and he imaged her having sex with them. On the days his wife was out of town on business he would spend hours watching her house hoping to see her. One week while his wife was out of town he watched her planting flowers in front of her house wearing white shorts. You could see the outline of her white full bottom panties and how perfectly they wrapped around her full round bottom. He had three orgasms that day.
Paul was excited to get the call from his wife to inform him that she had an unexpected business trip and would be gone for a few days. He couldn't wait to end his work day, stop at the store for a six pack and rush home. He couldn't stop thinking his new neighbor. He was like an addict needing a fix. The rush of waiting, edging, and wondering if he would see her. Wondering what color panties she wore that day and imaging the scent of her crotch. Each day it became stronger and stronger. He even stopped and purchased a new pair of panties pretending they belonged to her. With his Victoria Secrets bag in one hand, his six pack in another he rushed to collect the mail. Juggling the bags he tried to open the mailbox. As he adjusted the bags with his mail in his mouth he hears a woman's voice.
“Hello, Hello!” He turns around to see her standing only a few feet away from him! He was so overwhelmed with nervousness that he dropped both bags onto the ground. Several of the beer bottles busted open and the pretty silky panties fell out of the bag onto the ground. Paul's face turned bright red with embarrassment. He could feel his face grow warm and his heart raced in his chest. The pretty blonde bent over, picked up the panties with her fingertip as they dangled from her finger.
“Looks like someone is going to have a good time.” She said and gave Paul a quick wink.
She then placed the panties back into the bag, closed it up and handed it to Paul.
“Hello neighbor my name is Josephine. And you are?”
Paul struggled to speak. His body quivering as he stuttered. “Paul. My name is Paaaaaaulll.”
Josephine giggled and her eyes lit up. She had a sexy yet devilishly playful look on her face.
“I'm sorry I haven't been over to introduce myself but you know how moving is, don't you Paul?”
Paul still struggled to speak yet managed to nod a yes.
“Paul would be a good neighbor and help me move a few heavy boxes?” She asked.
“Yes, yes, of course.” He replied almost apologetically. Still embarrassed over dropping the beer and panties he shoved the bag and mail back into the box. “I'll get this later. Please lead the way Josephine.”
Josephine crossed the street and walked up towards her house. She wore a very short pink skirt, a white silk button down blouse and a pair of white high heel sandals. Her toes and feet perfectly manicured. On her right ankle was a sliver chain with a tiny key dangling from it. Paul wondered why she had a real key dangling from her ankle. As Paul followed behind her he felt his cock growing uncontrollably. He looked down and although his cock was only 5 inches fully erect, it stuck straight out in the front of his trousers. He tried to hunch his ass back in an attempt to hide the erection. Bullets of sweat gathered on his forehead. Once inside Josephine turned to him.
“Oh you poor thing! This heat is just awful! Let me get you something cold to drink.” She said emphatically.
Paul was relieved for her to leave the room so he could smack his cock back down and adjust it so it wasn't so noticeable. Within seconds she returned with a glass of iced tea and a cold rag. She handed him the tea and began wiping his sweaty forehead. Having her so close to him made him extremely uncomfortable. Once again his cock began to grow. Her perfume intoxicated him. He tried hard not to stare at her cleavage. It was if a feminine spell was cast over him. Once again he felt his face become flush, his heart race and lost control of his limps. He dropped the glass of ice tea and it spilled all down her bare legs and onto the tile floor.
“Oh my god I am such an idiot! I'm so sorry! Please let me help you clean this up.” He exclaimed.
“Let me get some towels Paul.” She replied.
She headed towards the kitchen. For one fleeting moment he thought about running out the door and back to his house. Never had he ever been so embarrassed. She returned with a few dish towels, handed him one and kept the other. As she wiped the tea off her legs Paul knelt down to wipe the floor.
“Oh no!” Said Josephine as she vigorously wiped the stain on her skirt lifting it outwardly away from her body. Paul, still on his knees looks up to see what was the matter. As he looks up he gets a slight glimpse of her panties. He felt as if he would have a heart attack right there on her floor. Quickly he looked down towards the floor.
“Can you see if there is tea on the back of my leg and wipe it off?” She ask.
She turned around and slightly bent over enough that he could see up her skirt. It was as if she knew the effect she was having on him and purposely positioned herself to tease him.
“Well? Is there any down the back of my leg?” She bent over a little more.
“No, no, its fine Josephine.” he replied and then stood up trembling.
She turned and looked straight into his eyes. Her stare was purposeful, strong and deeply penetrating. She captured him in her seductive stare aware that he was trembling. Her look confirmed a knowing that she owned his desire. It was as if she stared into his eyes and right into his mind. She owned him mind, body and soul.