Neighbors Ch. 05

Author's note;

I thank all of those who have followed this story, giving me encouragement, as well as the incentive, to keep it going. I will be submitting other chapters as they flow onto the page. Enjoy.

Machu

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Matt's opens his eyes wearily, finding he was alone in bed. The memory of his neighbor and the previous night is still just a blur in his foggy mind while he dozes briefly, warm and still a bit weary, before stretching his arms above his head. The sore muscles of his right arm and shoulder jar him fully awake, the memory of last night flooding into his mind.

He raises his head from the pillow and quickly reaches to touch the spot where Kat had been sleeping next to him. As glances out her window at the clear, bright sky beyond, noticing there is still just a hint of warmth under his hand. It couldn't have been long since she had gotten out of the bed he realizes, and he throws the sheet aside as he swings his legs over the edge.

He is facing away from the window, the closed bathroom door in front of him when his assumption is confirmed as he hears the distinct sound of the shower's glass door slide open and the water is turned on.

He quietly steps to the door and, very slowly, opens it, the sound of the shower muted as he hears the glass door slide closed with a soft 'clunk'.

Glancing over his shoulder at his apartment just across the way, Matt is frozen with indecision. He just isn't sure what he should do now. Kat was pretty clear that she didn't want anything from him, other than what they had shared the night before, but he didn't feel that just leaving would be the polite thing to do either.

The whole concept of being, what Kat and Cindy both had called him, Dominant, was alien to him. Matt had always thought of a relationship between couples as a partnership. He just wasn't sure if the role extended beyond the bedroom, or if he would even be comfortable with it that way. Was he expected to continue being the aggressor in more mundane situations? Should he demand that she make coffee and serve him breakfast? The thought seemed absurd to him, he didn't want a slave or a servant, and he just couldn't bring himself to belittle a woman in that way. Hell, he was even surprised about being so comfortable with dominating Kat in bed, not to mention the arousal he had felt from it. This was all quite overwhelming to him.

He stood at the bathroom door for several minutes more, finally deciding that what he knew to be polite was the right course of action for him. He quietly closed the door and decided that he would allow her reactions to dictate what he would do as the relationship went forward.

Matt found his jeans and went to the kitchen, using the open bedroom door and found what he needed to make coffee after just a short hunt through her cabinets. As the machine began its cycle, steam rising from the lid, he plundered her fridge. He was starting to prepare bacon, eggs, and several slices of wheat toast as he heard the water turn off in the bathroom.

'Here we go.' He thought as he placed several slices of bacon to begin sizzling in the skillet he had found. Matt heard the bathroom door leading to the front room open as he started the first two slices of toast.

Kat walked around the corner and halted, mid stride, her nude body glistening from water she had yet to dry off, her hair wrapped in a towel.

'Oh!' she said with a mild start. 'You're still here. I thought you might have run off screaming back to the safety of your apartment.'

The twinkle of mirth he saw in her eyes put Matt at ease a bit, he really had thought she might be angry that he was, indeed, still there.

'Oh thank God.' She said, smelling the aroma from the half-finished coffee maker. 'You made coffee. You are a God among men, neighbor. Could you pour me a cup when it's finished? Black with two sugars please, if you don't mind?'

'Uh, okay.' Matt mumbled as his gaze dropped to her bust momentarily. 'Bacon and eggs alright?' He asked as she turned and walked back into the living room.

Matt's eyes grew wide as he saw the visible damage he had done to her buttocks. Each of her cheeks were covered in dark purple bruises and a long thin one, much lighter, ran along the crease of her legs where they met her shapely ass.

'That would be fabulous.' She said as she rounded the corner. 'There's juice in the fridge as well. I am just famished after last night!'

'Okay.' Was all Matt could say as he felt guilt quickly overwhelm him. What had he done?!? How could she still be moving around with her ass so badly hurt? She should be stuck in bed, moaning in pain from the look of her bruise covered fanny. He just couldn't believe that he had caused her such harm.

Mechanically, Matt finished preparing breakfast and poured two cups of the fragrant coffee, his guilt growing. He set the small kitchen table just as Kat walked back into the room wearing a light blue sun dress.

She picked up her cup, closing her eyes as she inhaled deeply, stream rising from it.

'Oh thank you so much. This smells wonderful.'

She sat gingerly as she looked quizzically to Matt. 'What's wrong neighbor? You look like someone kicked your dog.'

Matt sat across from her and set his coffee down. 'Well, I was wondering how you could even get around with the damage I did to you Kat. Your ass is so bruised I would expect you to be face down on the bed cursing me a blue streak!'

Kat looked at him sympathetically, cocking her head to the side. 'Oh, neighbor. You didn't do any lasting damage.' She reached across the table, taking his hands. 'You did very well for a beginner. You gave me exactly what I wanted. I am sure that I will be sore for a while on my butt as well as other places, but you only hurt me. You didn't harm me.'

Kat released his hands as she sat back and, after a silent prayer, attacked the food in front of her.

Between mouthfuls she continued, Matt still staring at her guiltily. 'I told you that spankings are supposed to hurt. It's different for everyone, but I find that a discipline spanking allows me to feel cleansed of negative emotions that had built up in me. That's what all the tears are about.'

Matt's guilt lessened a bit from her words, but he still wasn't convinced. 'But, your ass looks so bad! How can you stand being beaten like that?'

Kat giggles lightly around a bite of toast, swallowing with effort. 'You didn't beat me! The butt is the only place a spanking is MEANT to be given! I have had bruises that were a lot deeper that these, trust me.'

'Okay Kat.' Matt says, sitting back and finally starting to eat. 'Then what about the sex we had? You took me deeper than any woman I have ever been with! That had to be extremely painful for you. What's that all about?'

A look of sadness crossed Kat's face momentarily, then passed, just as quickly. She set her fork down and leaned back in the chair, gazing into Matt's eyes for several moments before she continued.

'I guess you deserve to know the whole story.' She said with a deep sigh. 'You've earned that at least. Just don't interrupt if you want me to get through all of it.'

Matt begins eating as he watches her, a deep sadness returning to her eyes, along with something else, something Matt can't quite put his finger on.

She takes a deep breath, staring at the half eaten food in front of her, then looks deep into his eyes. 'Okay, here's the short version. I was abused by an uncle when I was young, very young. He made me do things that were, that were just wrong for any little girl to endure.'

Matt sat up, a look of disgust crossing his face as he watched that sadness in her eyes deepen.

'That went on for years, but when I turned eight, he took away my virginity.'

Tears showed in her eyes as she looked at Matt and he recognized what else he saw there. He saw she had a deep, burning hatred in her eyes as she remembered the horror she had been made to endure.

'He, he hurt me Matt. He hurt me down there. I tried to hide it, and did for some time, but my parents finally found blood on my sheets and they asked me all these questions.'

She was crying softly as she said this, the tears rolling down her cheeks freely. She looked away from Matt again, pushing her plate slowly away from her.

'I just didn't know he was the one doing wrong, I thought it was me! I thought I was the one who had done something to deserve their anger.'

She used her dress to wipe her eyes fiercely, the tears appearing again in just a heartbeat.

'When the police showed up I was so scared. I thought they were there to take me away. But an ambulance crew followed them into our house. Well shit, I was only ten years old.' She looked up into his eyes fiercely, seeming to beg understanding from him. 'One of the cops rode in the ambulance with me and mom, asking all sorts of questions. I finally admitted to them about my uncle once we got to the hospital. I thought I was in so much trouble that I actually pissed my pants.' She slapped her palm against the table, startling Matt with the sudden noise. 'I PISSED MY FUCKING PANTS!!' She screamed, her voice catching in her throat.

Matt reached out and tried to take her hands, but Kat shook him off angrily. 'That piece of shit made me think that I was the one. I was the evil person! He raped me for five fuckin years! Five years!!'

Kat's face was beet red as she stared at Matt, her hands clenched into fists. Then she sat back in the chair again and took several deep breaths, trying to compose herself. Her hands were shaking and her entire body showed the tension she felt as she told him her story.

Slowly she relaxed herself, continuing in a very soft voice. 'Long story short, the damage he did to my vagina, my uterus, my cervix, all of it could only be corrected with surgery. The emotional damage, well, that's ongoing. The long and short of it is that I don't have what most women have down there. I really don't have anything that could, well, get in the way.'

She wiped her eyes again, slowly this time, then looked at Matt with, what he could only describe as defeat. 'That's why only a very well-endowed man can satisfy me. That, neighbor, is the only way I can get any satisfaction from sex.' She laughed lightly, a hint of her bitterness coming through. 'When I was about nineteen, I found that a spanking could also bring me at least some satisfaction. So, I took what I could get when I had boyfriends, or lovers. I took what I needed from the men I have been with. Now you know why I don't want any kind of relationship. Now you know the truth. I'm damaged goods.'

Kat stood, looking away from Matt with her bloodshot eyes, and cleared her dishes from the table.

As she takes them to the sink he says. 'I am so sorry Emily.'

She spins so quickly the fork flies off of the plate she holds, clattering across the kitchen floor. 'Don't call me that!' Matt is speechless from her tone, as she glares at him, fresh tears glimmering in her eyes. 'You said that you would use the name 'Kat'! You promised!'

'I'm sorry Kat.' Matt says softly. 'I did promise that, didn't I? Forgive me. I won't use that name again if that's what you want.'

'That is exactly what I want neighbor. I hate that name.'

She slowly turns and dumps her dishes in the sink, then retrieves her fork as he says. 'I just didn't know Kat. I am truly sorry for such a fucked up thing to happen to you. I don't think you're damaged goods though. You're pretty, intelligent, and you seem to have a good heart from what I've learned. Not to mention being an exceptional lover. You should give yourself more credit lady. Don't let that piece of garbage dictate who you have become. Don't let him win.'

She drops the fork into the sink to clatter against the dishes there, then turns to him with a sad smile on her face. 'You're a sweet kid. Thank you for listening and thank you for last night. I would very much like to do that again sometime if you're still interested.'

'Hell yes!' Matt said with feeling as he stands and clears his dishes from the table. 'That was an experience I will treasure Kat. I would like to learn more about spanking, but I don't think I'm ready to bruise you quite so badly again. Could you show me how to bring you pleasure from a spanking without bruising your fanny?'

'Of course I will. Not every spanking has to leave marks.' She turns toward him as he places his plate, carefully in the sink, and she puts her arms around his neck. 'So you're not mad at me for losing my temper?'

'Not one bit Kat. I would be angry too if I had to go through something so terrible.'

She presses her lips against him as she holds his neck, her arms resting on his shoulders. Matt takes her waist and pulls her body close to him and the kiss lingers for several moments.

She slowly draws back, both of them still holding the other. 'Thank you again Sir, for last night, but my bottom won't be ready for another spanking for several days. You were quite, uh, enthusiastic.'

They both laugh lightly as Matt kisses her on the cheek, whispering in her ear. 'It's okay, I know where you live. Now call me Matt, not Sir, at least not outside of the bedroom.'

She steps back from him, her hands holding him by the shoulders. 'If that is what you would want Matthew, it's a nice name. Now go get dressed, I have things to do and I won't get a thing done if you don't get out of here. I'd probably spend all day in bed with you!'

Matt chuckles as he goes into the bedroom to get dressed, Kat busying herself in the kitchen.

As he dresses, Matt sees that his new paddle had ended up under the bed, only the handle protruding from beneath the rumpled sheets. Smiling to himself, he retrieves it, smiling at the memory of Kat's reaction while he struck her bottom with the thick wood.

Then his mind wanders to Sweet Endings, and to Cindy, his first submissive experience.

'I wonder if she's working today.' He mumbles to himself as he heads for the front room, trying to remember where he put her number. The thought of when he had spanked Cindy, his first time giving anyone a spanking, brought a wave of arousal to him and his penis began to respond to the thought of continuing his "education".

He heard Kat in the kitchen, washing dishes it seemed, and stepped around the corner holding up his new paddle. 'I'm going to take this with me if that's alright Kat.'

She turned toward him as she dried her hands, the dishes from breakfast dripping over a towel beneath the drying rack she had placed them in. 'That's up to you Matt, I just hope you bring it back when we see each other again.'

'That's a promise Kat.' He said as she lowered her eyes to the slight bulge forming at his crotch. 'You seem to be a bit uncomfortable there.' She said with a gesture of her chin toward his slight erection.

He chuckled quickly as a blush began to redden his cheeks. 'Just thinking about spanking seems to have that effect. You may have created a monster!'

She gives him a slight pout, her eyes showing mischief as the pout becomes a frown. 'I can't say that I'm sorry about that revelation. But we can't have you walking around with a hard on all day, now can we?'

She stepped toward him and takes his hand as she heads into the living room, Matt in tow.

She guides him to stand in front of the couch and smiles at him. 'Why don't you undo your pants and have a seat... Sir.' She says as she turns and practically skips into the bedroom.

Matt smiles at her back as she disappears. The thought of her riding him again is very appealing and he shakes his head slightly, dropping his pants and new briefs to his ankles, then sits on the cool fabric of the couch.

Kat hurries back to stand in front of him, her vibrator in one hand and a hand towel in the other. She pushes his knees apart and spreads the miniature towel on the floor between his feet.

'One thing I failed to mention.' She says as she knees in front of him. 'Most of the people I know who enjoy a good hard spanking are quite horny from the feel of their sore ass for several days after. Not to mention, I owe you a blow job neighbor.'

Matt is only mildly surprised as she reaches for his growing erection. 'But I would think that you would want straight sex.'

Oh no, I'm still too sore for intercourse silly. You have quite a lot of meat there.' She emphasizes with a squeeze of her hand around his shaft. 'I haven't had such a big dick in me for a long time and, with all my scar tissue, it wouldn't feel good right now.'

With that she leans forward, taking the head of his cock between her lips, her other hand reaching to gently grasp his testicles. Matt lays back against the couch and closes his eyes as Kat begins sucking his cock, her tongue circling the head before she glides it fully to the back of her throat and withdraws to circle the head again. Then she begins to hum as she takes his erection to the back of her throat again.

'Oh damn!' Matt mutters, his cock vibrating in her mouth. 'That feels fabulous.'

Kat takes him out of her mouth, smiling up as he opens his eyes to see why she's stopped. 'Just wait till I take all of you.' She says, and sucks his head back between her warm lips, humming again as she leans forward, the head of his cock pushing to the back of her throat. She gags slightly and pulls back from him, then pushes forward again, the head of his erection just barely entering the top of her throat as she gags again.

Matt closes his eyes, his member fully erect now as she pumps it in and out of her mouth, her humming vibrating all around his head causing it to tingle mildly.

She pulls off of him after she gags once more. 'The angle is wrong Matt. You need to lie down and put your legs over the arm of the couch.'

He is more than happy to comply with her request as he swivels his body, draping his legs over the soft fabric. She grasps his firm erection and leans her head over his groin, her breasts sliding across the side of his belly as she takes him into her mouth, humming once more.

She pushes him to the back of her throat, but doesn't gag as she leans forward, the head of his erect member slipping into the top of her throat tightly. She keeps taking him as her humming increases, her vocal cords causing the most wonderful sensation to tingle along Matt's erection. He gently places one hand behind her head as he drops the other off the edge of the couch, his arousal strong from her ministrations to his, now pulsing, member and his fingers brush against something rubbery.

He remembers that she had brought out her vibrator, and, glancing over the edge of the couch, sees it at the tip of his fingers on the carpet. He stretches his arm fully, just able to inch the sex toy to him and lifts it between her legs, under her sun dress. As the vibrator slides up her thighs, she reaches back, still taking his cock into her throat, and hikes her dress up to reveal her bruised ass to him.

He flips the vibrator on, one handed, the head jumping to life as he places it against the lips of her vulva. She draws back, his cock sliding slowly out of her throat as Matt parts her lips with the lively head of the toy.

She takes Matt out of her mouth as she parts her knees slightly. 'Don't go deep.' She says as Matt pushes the vibrator into her, resting the head of it against her clitoris. 'Remember that I am still sore.'

With that said, she takes him into her mouth again and, swiftly, leans forward until her lips touch his pubic hair, holding him there as she begins to tremble, a moan deep in her throat causing Matt's cock to pulse strongly.

She pulls off of him slowly, but quickly takes the length of his quivering member again, moaning as her body trembles more violently. She does this several times and Matt knows his climax is about to start as he says. 'Oh shit, I'm close Kat.' Trying to give her some warning. She only takes him faster, his cock slipping in and out of her throat tightly as she begins to push her hips back and forth with the vibrator firmly against her clit.