Katie Gets a Lesson

Mr. Anderson's Single Life - 1 of 6

Sifu

Jan 16, 2026

AGE-GAP | BDSM | SPANKING | ORAL

Photo by Antonio Friedemann on Unsplash

“Hey, what are you doing? No, no! Stop!”

HONK HONK HONK

CRUNCH

“Goddammit! Such an asshole!”

It was a bad ending to a bad day. Not that there were many good ones since Alice passed. Thankfully that pain was fading with time. But today was especially awful.

A hectic day at work, fielding one complaint after another, was followed by a traffic jam commute home. An empty home and a frozen dinner. To top it off, when I got to the intersection to turn into my neighborhood, I found myself behind my neighbor’s giant SUV.

As I sat there, unable to see the traffic light around that monstrosity, I couldn’t believe it when I noticed the huge truck begin to slowly roll back towards me. Even my yelling and laying on the horn wasn’t enough to prevent the inevitable slow-motion collision.

Immediately after the CRUNCH, the SUV made the turn. I followed it into our neighborhood and to my house. The land-yacht pulled into half of our shared driveway, and I parked alongside. I jumped out of my car, ready to do battle.

I wasn’t really surprised to see that the person driving was not my dickhead neighbor, but his blond, 23-year-old daughter, Katie. The young woman had been careless and irresponsible her entire life. And she got away with it because she was so damn cute.

She had always been able to do anything and smile her way out of any consequences. As she got older, and prettier, it only became worse. Spoiled by her parents, teachers, and boyfriends, Katie was heading for trouble.

But there was no denying how hot she was. Never shy, she would always wear the tiniest of bikinis at the pool in her backyard. Recently, if she saw I was around, I swear she would prance around even more, proudly displaying her young body to me. And what a body she had, fit and with curves in all the right places. I will never understand this younger generation’s fascination with tattoos, but I had to admit, Katie’s extensive ink was quite interesting.

“Hi, Mr. Anderson,” the little brat called out as she got out of the SUV. As usual, she was very provocatively dressed, in her tiny tube top and super tight yoga pants. She was wobbling a bit as she walked to the back of her father’s truck. I didn’t think she had been drinking. It was probably because of the 5-inch heels she was wearing.

“It’s OK,” she called as she inspected the huge steel bumper designed for the battlefield, “there’s no damage!”

I wasn’t surprised. Looking at my own car, I was surprised. I could only see the most minor cosmetic damage to the plastic front grill. It wasn’t even worth repairing. But still, there was a principle at stake here.

“I don’t know, Katie,” I told her as she came over to look at my car, “there is some damage here, and who knows what could be broken behind there. I think I might have to get it looked at, maybe involve the insurance company.”

I saw her smug attitude drop when I mentioned the insurance company. But then she pulled out that beautiful smile of hers, trying to get me to relent.

“Oh, please don’t do that,” she sighed, fluttering her eyelashes and pushing her breasts together with her upper arms. Her plan to sweet-talk me back-fired, however. The brazen display of brattiness after my rough day of dealing with entitled customers tipped me over the edge.

“What I should do is put you over my knee for a well-deserved spanking!” I snapped. “But I suppose I’ll talk to your father, instead.”

“The first one,” she quickly squawked.

“What?”

“I pick the first option. If I let you spank me, could you please not tell my dad?”

“It’s possible,” I said, trying to maintain my angry demeanor as my day suddenly turned around.

Her radiant smile returned, and I could see the wheels turning. I knew exactly what she was thinking.

“If I let this old fart even see my ass, let alone spank it, he’ll cum in his pants so fast, and I’ll have him wrapped around my little finger.”

The tattooed blonde was about to get the biggest surprise of her young life.

“Pants down!”

“Mr. Anderson,” she gushed with false humility, “really?”

“I realize that thin fabric won’t provide much padding, but you don’t deserve any, young lady. Now — PANTS DOWN!”

“Yes, Mr. Anderson,” she meekly replied. She moved in front of the tall stool on which I sat. The firm base of the stool made for the perfect spanking platform. Alice and I had used it as such many times.

Turning away from me, the sexy blonde began to sway her hips as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the ultra-tight yoga pants. Slowly, Katie started to roll them down as she moved.

“I didn’t say ‘Dance’, I said — PANTS DOWN! This isn’t a show, it’s a long overdue punishment.”

I reached out and quickly pulled her pants to her knees. I wasn’t surprised to see she wore nothing underneath. Nothing except more tattoos. I spun her around, catching a glimpse of a hairless pussy and more ink, then pulled her over my lap.

Her perfect, 23-year-old bottom was magnificent. Intricate black line drawings covered her porcelain skin. I couldn’t help but gently caress her for just a moment.

“You certainly have a lot of tattoos. Do you enjoy that? Getting needles for what must be hours?”

“I do, Mr. Anderson. I get all fuzzy and warm. It’s like all my troubles and worries just go away.”

Sub-space. I could feel Alice smiling down on me from above. This had to be a gift from the heavens, providing me with exactly what I needed. I silently thanked my dear wife and returned to the tattooed bottom across my lap. She didn’t know it yet, but Katie was destined to be my next submissive.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

The first four spanks proved me correct. I felt my tension and anxiety from the day, and the fender bender, fading away. I had often vented my frustrations onto Alice’s gorgeous bottom and hadn’t realized just how much I missed and needed it.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Alternating cheeks, I dealt another round of spanks, watching the young flesh bounce under the impacts.

“Oh, Mr. Anderson,” squealed Katie. Protesting, but not moving away. I recognized the tone in her voice. She wasn’t going to stop me.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

The warm-up was over. Now it was time for a lesson. The spanks became harder.

SMACK “You,”

SMACK “Must,”

SMACK “Be,”

SMACK “More,”

SMACK “Observant,”

SMACK “When,”

SMACK “Driving!”

“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh,” Katie grunted mildly as each smack landed. Her pale skin was rapidly reddening, providing color to her art.

SMACK “You,”

SMACK “Must,”

SMACK “Wear,”

SMACK “Appropriate,”

SMACK “Shoes,”

SMACK “When,”

SMACK “Driving!”

I could see Katie’s reflection in the carefully placed mirror, and I saw a look I knew well. Just like my late wife, the young woman’s eyes were rolling back into her head as she dove into sub-space. I increased the power behind each stroke.

SMACK “You,”

SMACK “Must,”

SMACK “Respect,”

SMACK “Your,”

SMACK “Fellow,”

SMACK “Drivers!”

My hand was hurting as I continued to dole out the punishment she sorely needed. I remembered this sweet agony. All my emotional pain, all my stress and agita from the day, all my rage at the universe was being transferred to the bright red cheeks across my lap.

Lesson teaching became secondary to mental relief. No longer instructing, I spanked both of our troubles away.

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK

Over 50 total stinging hits turned Katie’s glorious ass a marvelous shade of crimson. I knew I couldn’t deliver any more. And looking at her beautiful face, I saw she was completely lost in herself, deep in sub-space. She didn’t need more spanking. Now she needed to cum.

Reaching around her glowing bottom with my left hand, I caressed the stinging cheek before using my palm to gently spread her open. By extending my forefingers, I was able to circle her clit. As expected, she was drenched.

“Oh, Mr. Anderson, Mr. Anderson,” the young blonde sighed.

I shook out my right hand to relieve some of the spanking ache, then used the first two fingers to glide up and down her soaking slit. Still circling with my left fingers, I slowly inserted my right.

“Oh, Mr. Anderson, Mr. Anderson,” Katie continued, louder now. “Yes, Mr. Anderson, yes!”

Pumping my fingers in and out of her incredibly tight pussy faster and faster, I could feel her beginning to quiver. I stopped circling with my left fingers and applied pressure directly onto her swollen clit, flicking the little bean from side to side. Katie screamed with delight.

“Oh, Mr. Anderson, Mr. Anderson, I’m cumming, Mr. Anderson!”

I felt her drench my hand with her sweet juices. When her convulsions had subsided, I couldn’t help myself but to taste some of the deliciousness on my fingers. It had been so long since I’ve had any pussy, let alone an exquisite 23-year-old pussy.

“Well, now that you’ve had a lesson, I think you should thank me for my leniency.”

I gently guided her off of my lap to a kneeling position before me. I stood up and she looked up at me with a hunger in her eyes. She must have felt my arousal as she lay across my lap. Reaching out, she laid her hand on the bulge in my pants.

“I think I know how to thank you, Mr. Anderson.” With a smile, she began to pull down my zipper. “Can I suck your cock?”

“Can you suck my cock? That remains to be seen. However, if you are asking for my permission, the correct phrasing is: May you suck my cock.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Anderson.” She looked up at me with smoldering lust. “May I suck your cock, Mr. Anderson?”

“You may,” was my answer to the easiest question I had ever been asked.

The gorgeous young woman opened my pants all the way and pulled them down. She was surprised by my huge, half-hard cock flying out and smacking her in the face for one final spank. Even though I was almost three times her age, I knew she looked up at me with more desire than she had ever felt for any boy her own age.

“Holy shit, Mr. Anderson,” she gasped, “that’s the biggest fucking cock I’ve ever seen.”

“Hmmm. We will have to work on your language as well, it seems. Another time. For now — suck cock.”

The pretty blonde took my shaft in both hands and began to stroke me. As I continued to grow, to her amazement, Katie began to kiss the tip. Her hands moved faster and she took me into her open mouth, circling my glans with her lips. Her hands moved even faster as she applied a slight suction in her mouth.

“To answer your first question — No, you can’t suck my cock.”

She stopped and released me, not expecting such condemnation of something she had undoubtedly received high praise for in the past.

“What am I doing wrong?”

I was impressed that I saw a genuine desire to learn in her eyes.

“Sucking cock means you use your mouth. Hands are fine for teasing and warm-up, but true cocksucking requires use of your mouth, tongue, and throat. Let’s put those silly shoes of yours to good purpose. Reach back and grab a high heel with each hand.”

“Like this?” she asked as she reached behind herself, grasping each heel.

“Good girl,” I commended her. “Hold those tightly. Don’t let your hands get in the way.”

I took her head in my hands and slightly tipped it back as I laid my cock on her face. With my balls on her chin, my rigid shaft extended well past her forehead. A drop of precum dripped on to her hair.

“Oh my God, he’s so fucking huge,” Katie moaned.

“And you are going to get all of him down your throat. Maybe not today, but you will learn. Lick my balls.”

Instantly, the young beauty stuck out her tongue and began slathering my sack with saliva. Had I expected this turn of events, I would have shaved for her. But my gray pubes didn’t deter her as she sucked first my left, and then my right ball into her mouth before slurping her way up my shaft. Holding her head, I guided her to continue the lick/kiss action down the other side of my shaft.

“Get him nice and wet. The lubrication will help.”

After servicing my balls once again, she kissed her way back to the tip. This time, she opened her mouth. Tightening my grip on her hair, I began to slowly pull her onto my shaft. She let go of one shoe to put her hand on my pelvis.

“Back on your heel, Katie,” I said as I pulled her hand away. “You can trust me not to take you farther than you can go.”

“Ysss Mm Mmhmhmm,” she said around her mouthful of cock. She returned her hand to the heel of her shoe.

Once again, I began to move her back and forth. Starting with just a few inches, I let her get used to my girth by making short strokes in and out of her mouth.

“This is good, Katie. Now, try this. Turn your head a little bit to the side. Yes, good girl, that’s it. See how you can get more of me into your mouth by pressing the head into your cheek? That’s very good,” I groaned as her cheek bulged like a squirrel collecting nuts for winter.

My left fingers entangled in her beautiful hair, I moved her faster and faster. Each time I pressed into her cheek, I lightly smacked the side of her face with my right hand, adding a delightful extra stimulus to my cock. After a few more thrusts, I pulled out and slapped my wet cock across her face.

SPLAT SPLAT

“Are you ready to be face-fucked, Katie? I’ll be gentle. At first.”

“Yes, please, Mr. Anderson,” she said, opening her mouth wide.

I held both sides of her head as I fed my cock into her mouth. Once my glans was past her lips, Katie closed them around my shaft. I continued to push in. When I hit the back of her mouth, I felt her begin to choke. Holding just short of her gag reflex, I allowed the young blonde to get used to it.

“Breathe through your nose and think happy thoughts. You’re doing well, Katie.”

After pulling back just slightly, I pushed back in, just a little deeper. Katie was able to take at least another half inch before I felt her clenching. Again, I held myself there for a moment, until I could feel her relaxing. Four more slow strokes led into the next phase.

Gripping her head tighter, my fingers enmeshed in her blond locks, I moved her faster. Tapping her gag reflex and quickly pulling back again allowed me to get deeper still. I was very impressed by Katie managing to take almost half my length in her first session. Even my beloved Alice couldn’t take me fully when she was on her knees.

The memory of my dear wife flat on her back, my cock deep in her throat and my balls resting on her face, triggered my explosive finish. I continued to pump the pretty blonde back and forth on my spewing cock. Thick ropes of cum filled her mouth. What she couldn’t swallow was forced out of her mouth around my pumping rod. I pushed and pulled until I was drained completely, then I released her to sit back on my stool.

“Un-fucking-believable,” Katie moaned as cum dripped down her chin. “That was a lot of cum, Mr. Anderson. It was delicious, thank you.”

“Well, you did deserve a treat for being such a good student.”

I reached out to caress her pretty face, wiping up some cum on my thumb and feeding it to her. She sucked it as eagerly as she had my penis. I felt Alice watching over me. I hope she enjoyed the show.

“Can you tell me what you’ve learned today?” I asked as I removed my thumb from her mouth.

“Older, dominant men with huge cocks are hot as fuck,” Katie said proudly, that beautiful smile beaming up at me.

“Oh dear. I see we have a lot of work ahead of us.”

To be continued —