A Neighborly Gesture

Vicki sat back down as quickly as she had risen, and then took swig of beer. She casually resumed studying me. I felt like a bug under a microscope.

"A pussy always looks better when you shave or at least trim down there," she said matter-of-factly. "You should try it. That is if you are going to continue running around dressed in women's underwear. Now crawl up here next to me." She grasped the back of my neck, pulling me forward and down. "Get on your hands...that's it."

I was now positioned like a dog, next to her chair and facing the table so that I could not see her face. Next thing I knew, she had hooked her fingers in the waistband of my panties and unceremoniously pulled them down to the middle of my thighs. Another involuntary shudder ran through me as she ran her hand along the exposed flesh of my bottom.

"Relax boy," she purred softly, "Now you understand there is nothing inherently wrong with cross-dressing."

I was a bit late in realizing it was a question. For my hesitancy, I received a stinging slap to my bare ass cheek.

"Ow!"

"Well?" She raised her arm to strike again.

"Yes Mistress!" I cried.

"Good." She smoothed her hand over my bottom again. "So what part of your actions today WERE wrong boy?"

"Uh, hiding it Mistress?"

"No," she replied sharply. She was losing patience. Another sharp blow landed on my bottom, harder than the last one. I cried out again and squirmed. She grabbed the back of my hair, forcing my head down to the floor. "Stay still boy! Now think hard. Remember what I said earlier. What did you do that was really wrong?"

I don't know, Mistress," I blubbered.

"Think!" Vicki moved her hand back up to my ass and stroked it. Then I felt her finger slide between my cheeks, probing into my most tender and private places. That's when it came to me.

"I invaded my wife's privacy," I replied, suddenly recalling her earlier words. "I took her things without asking."