Spec Edition Me and Mrs Jones (we got a thing .... goin' on)

My fantasy: 

POOF!
In a cloud of smoke, a Genie appears in front of me, and intones,
"I am the Genie of Fantasy.  I can not make you rich or famous, but I CAN put you into any fantasy world you wish.  You can stay in the fantasy world as long as you want... you can say the words, "Teenie Genie, take me home" or if you fall asleep, you'll return to this real world, and only one minute in real time will have passed."
I eagerly tell him what I want.
POOF!

Senior year high school:
walking home from school, I saw the lady of the house  two doors down pull in her driveway, and was struggling with many grocery bags, and I trotted over to help her.
"May I help, Mrs Jones?"
"Sure, thank you."
I brought all her bags into the house, and helped her unpack them while she put it all away.

"Thank you so much, how can I thank you?"
I looked down at the floor and mumbled, "You could... spank me."
Her mouth fell open, then, "What?"
"I ... don't really want to say it out loud again."
"Okay... but ...well .. why?"
"Muh my parents don't spank me, haven't ever, and sometimes .. I just feel like I, I should have been... and I talked to Daryl <her son> a couple times before he went to college ... and he told me that you used to spank him ... sometimes ...even like just before he went to school..."
"I see," she said, "Harboring some ... guilt feelings?"
"Yeah, kinda ..."
"Well ..." she said, while leading me into the living room, and we sat down,  "Were you thinking a spanking for fun ...or for discipline ... or for punishment?"
"Uh, I'm a ... virgin at this, I don't know the difference..."
"A fun spanking ... like I give Mr Jones," she said, giggling, "Might hurt a little bit, but it's just fun, a warm up, and between and me and Mr, often leads to  um other things."
I nodded.
"A discipline spanking, like I gave Daryl every week or two... like if I thought he was slipping into bad habits with school, or staying out late, or spending too much time on video games...  it's intended to hurt a bit, it's just ... a reminder of what could happen if he does mess up .. and might be repeated as often as I think it should be."
I nodded.
"A punishment spanking ... is the consequence of some specific wrongful action.  A bad report from school, staying out way past curfew ... resulted in a spanking for John that he really did not like, that he remembered for awhile, and he did not care to have repeated."
I nodded.
"So ..?"
"For all the things that I've done that my rather lenient parents have allowed me to get away with ... I guess ...a punishment spanking."
"Did Daryl mention that, for before every spanking I gave him, he was required to strip naked?"
I blushed, then said, quietly, "Yes."
"Well then .... do so, to your underwear."
I took a very deep breath, bent over to untie and remove my shoes, then I stood up, and began undressing, until I stood before her in tighty whities.
She nodded, and stood up. "Be right back."
She went into a bedroom, and returned, carrying a round wooden paddle and a hairbrush.
She sat down and said, "Over my lap ..."
I went.
She lowered my briefs and started with her hand ...

 and continued with the round paddle

 then the brush

 then back to the paddle

 as I yelped ... wiggled ... moaned.... and gave up, and started quietly sobbing.
"Okay, get up," she said.
I did, rubbing tears from my eyes while

She smiled and said, "Wow. Much more impressive than Daryl's or Mr Jones. Shall we  um  continue this in the bedroom?"
I smiled weakly and nodded.
I followed her to the bedroom and watched her strip and get on the bed and she lay down and spread her legs and she said, "Start with your mouth ..."

Then she pushed me away and rolled over onto her hands and knees and said, "Do me like this..."
I mounted her and 

My first time ... I was done quickly, but she didn't seem disappointed, as she rolled over to face me and said, "You'll learn how to last longer."
She sat up, and produced a brush from the bedside.
"How about a bit more? Get over my lap."
I did and 

Once again I was sobbing as the brush smacked my bottom.

She stopped and said, "Okay get up and get dressed. I have to start on dinner."
I got up and went to the living room to find and get into my clothes.
She came out of the living room,  wearing a t-shirt and stretch pants.  
And she said, "Just so you know, every work day, Mr Jones leaves here at exactly 7:30, goes to catch a train to the city, and returns almost exactly at 6:30 pm. I am usually available during the day, unless, you know, I'm out doing other things.  I saw your phone in your pocket, care to take my number?"
I did care to, and I did so.
"So, if you've ever a mind to ...um ... do this again, call me and see if I'm available."
"Thank you," I said, and I departed.

In gym class the next day... I had forgotten about the bruises on my butt.
Dressing after class and a shower, the guy at the locker next to me said, "What happened to YOU?" motioning to my bottom.
I blushed and smiled a little and said, "I got spanked."
"Ah," he said, nodding.  "What did you do to get it?"
"Nothing in particular. Mostly just because."
"Oohch. Looks like it hurt."
"A ..bit," I said, and I turned to hide my developing erection.

I continued to visit Ms James through the school year, just about every Monday - Wednesday - Friday.

School ended.

One day, at her house, before the fun began, she said, "I sense a sadness about you, what's wrong?"
"Oh ... well ... I got accepted into PolyTech ...and to the Summer Science Program before, so I ... leave next week."
"Oh. Oh. Well... hmmm."
We began....  

then 

and 

AFterwards, dressed, I was ready to leave, and she stopped me. 
"Where is PolyTech?"
"Uh, Pomona."
"I thought it sounded familiar.  So, a friend of mine, with shall we say similar interests is married to a Professor of Economics and of course lives there.  I'm sure I can set you up with a meeting, if you are interested.'
I assured her I WAS interested, and went on my way.

On the way home 
I closed my eyes and 
Poof!
I was home.