The Workshop

Lori decided that today was gonna be the day. She had done everything else she could think of to get her new neighbor’s attention, so she decided to go the direct route. She had baked a batch of her famous spice cookies and all was set to deliver him some. She checked her look in the mirror again and felt decidedly naughty. She had on her new gold lame’ bikini which popped against her satiny tanned skin, and a pair of strappy heels. Light makeup with her long, wavy, chestnut hair hanging loosely to her waist completed the look. At 42 she was still in her prime: long and lean with curves in all the right places. Lori was a very sexy woman.

As usual, the object of her attention was out in his workshop. The large structure was previously used as a mother-in-law cottage, but 6 months ago when Henry Johnson moved in, he retrofitted it to create a workshop for his woodworking projects. Henry was a big man, tall and stocky. He was a widower and 57 years old. He bought the new house in Alabama to be closer to his daughter and her brood, and had noticed Lori the day he moved in. He generally made a practice of avoiding married women. Usually. But the little minx was asking for it. He adjusted himself as he looked out his shop window and saw her coming out of her house into the back yard.

Lori was nervous and excited as she made her way towards the workshop. Even though she was happily married and not one to run around on her husband, she found herself inexplicably drawn to the quiet, older man next door. She and her husband Mark had a good but vanilla sex life, yet something was missing. She frequently had heated thoughts about Henry and imagined him handling her roughly, in some raw and primal way. He made her want to do dark and deviant things.

Henry opened the shop door after seeing her approach and asked how he could help her. Lori was craning her neck to look past him into the shop. Henry stepped sideways to block her view. She smiled brightly up at him. “Hi Henry! I just baked these and wanted to bring you some,” said Lori handing him the little basket of warm cookies. “What are you doing in there? I would love to see your workshop.” Henry’s eyes devoured her slowly, from top to tasty bottom. He weighed her request carefully before turning to let her go into his sanctuary. “Sure Lori. Be my guest.” His pants grew tighter as he watched her barely covered ass sashay past him.

Lori inspected the tidy shop but was largely transfixed by the odd wooden contraption in the center of the space. It looked like some kind of torture device or sex prop. It had padding and straps, and looked adjustable. It was clearly meant to restrain someone. She never heard Henry close and lock the door as she continued looking it over. “What is this? Something for sex?” Henry walked up beside her. “It can be used for sex, but this is a spanking bench. I am making it for a client. It’s almost finished. Do you want to try it out? Go ahead, you know you want to. Climb on.” Lori giggled and thought: Why the hell not?

With Henry’s help she mounted and assumed the correct position on the bench.