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It had been seven weeks since I had been caned after school in Louise Jensen’s office. I had thought of little else since the mature Head Mistress had administered twelve no-nonsense strokes on my bare bottom with her cane. Within an hour of arriving home from my meeting with her, Lucy had been around and had stayed for hours wanting to know every intimate detail of my punishment. I hadn’t minded this at all as I was still so aroused after the punishment and Lucy had insisted on examining my bottom.
I had taken my trousers and underpants off and happily laid across her ample lap allowing her to rub her hands all over the welts that had emerged after the caning. She had rubbed some cooling Aloe Vera gel into my bottom and soothed me before kissing me goodnight.
I was just contemplating taking a beer from the fridge when the doorbell rang. I looked at the clock on the kitchen wall – 1.35pm. It couldn’t be Lucy as she was away in London that day and would not be back until late that night. She wasn’t going to drop in until the following afternoon.
I walked down the hallway and tried to make out who was standing outside but it was no use through the frosted glass window. I unlocked the door and stared out into the bright summer’s day. On my doorstep stood Louise Jensen.
Both of us stood there in silence for a moment before Louise finally opened her mouth and spoke.
“Hello there, Peter.” She gave a little smile.
I was shocked and muttered a reply. “Oh, hello Mi… err, Louise.”
I scratched my head and continued to stare at her. She really was a gorgeous lady.
“I hope you don’t mind me calling around, but I just wanted to check on you after our meeting and this is the first chance I’ve had since finishing work yesterday.” She continued to stare right through me. “I retired yesterday.”
I smiled back. “Do you want to come in?” I asked and moved back from the front door.
Louise stepped over my front step and brushed past me, walking slowly down my hallway. Her high heels made an impressive noise as she walked on the wooden floor. I closed the front door gently and turned the key to lock it before turning and following Louise, who was no standing in my front room.
“Very nice place you have.” Louise stood there in her silky summer dress. It was dark blue and had coloured flamingos printed on it. I felt my penis beginning to swell in my trousers.
“Thank you. How did you know where I live?” I asked.
Louise laughed quietly. “I did want to check up on you, seeing as I must have seemed to be an absolute cow to you. I mean, thrashing you and then just sending you away.”
I took a deep breath. “I just thought that it was part of the punishment.”
Louise noticed that I was staring at her chest and smiled. “Well, at school it would have been like that, but with Karen, I usually take her into my private bathroom and deal with her after she has been punished.”
She flicked her hair from her eyes. “I just didn’t think I could do that with you in case the caretaker was still around, but I did intend to check up on you.”
“How did you find out where I lived?” I asked, already suspecting the answer.
She walked over to my sofa. “Oh, I asked my niece Rebecca and she asked your friend Lucy who told her your address – I hope you don’t mind.” She sat down in my leather armchair and ironed the creases from her silky dress.
“No. Not at all.” I stood looking at her. I really wanted sex with her and my erection was obviously evident through my trousers.
“So, how is your bottom feeling – not still sore, I hope.” She laughed.
I sat on the sofa near the chair where Louise was. “It hurt for a few days afterwards, but it is fine now I think – I haven’t really looked.”
Louise leaned close. “Would you mind if I had a look at it, Peter?” She pushed her glasses up to the top of her nose with her right hand.
I was a little unsure about this but soon decided that there was no harm in taking down my trousers and letting Louise look at my bottom.
“No, Miss.” I laughed. “I mean, Louise.”
Mrs Jensen laughed too. “Stand up and take your trousers and underpants down for me.”
I did as instructed and after a moment’s hesitation unbuttoned my jeans and let them drop to my ankles. Aware that I had an erection in my boxer shorts I thought about how I could handle this best. I need not have worried as Louise Jensen took control of the situation.
“Take those down as well, young man – don’t worry, I have seen plenty of private parts over the years.”
I smiled and placed both my hands in my boxer shorts and pulled them down, letting them drop on top of my already lowered jeans. My penis pointed proudly at Louise.
“Lie over my knee and let me have a good look at that bottom of yours.” She sat back and lifted her hands out of the way, inviting me to lay across.
I slowly lowered myself over her comfortable knees, careful to think of other things. I did not want to have an accident over the Head Mistress’ lap. The silky material of her dress rubbing against my exposed skin was an amazing feeling and it was making me feel as if I could ejaculate with very little being done to encourage it. Mrs Jensen said nothing as she ran her warm right hand all over my buttocks and backs of my legs.
“You’ve healed very quickly, young man,” Louise inhaled deeply. “No marks at all.”
Her hands continued to wander over every inch of my bottom and thighs. As she had done during the punishment, Louise touched my penis which was solid. I tried to think of other things, but it was difficult. She continued touching my cock and balls, before pushing my legs wider apart and then running her hands slowly up and own my thighs. I was so turned on and the only thing I can remember was the strong and sweet smell of her perfume. She continued rubbing me in silence, ignoring my muffled groans of pleasure.
“Did you enjoy being punished?” Louise asked quietly.
“Yes, Miss. But I thought that it would be more than just a caning.” I stared at the wall and tried not to think of Louise’s hands gently stroking my cock and balls.
“What do you mean?” She stopped rubbing and placed her warm hand on my exposed bottom, waiting for an answer.
“Well, I expected you to put me over your knee and spank me with your hand or slipper before giving me the cane, Miss.” I turned around and looked up at her.
“Oh, like Karen had?” She resumed rubbing my bottom gently with her right hand.
“Yes, Miss. I wanted to be spanked over your knee. The caning was nice, but I really would have liked being spanked too.” Her hand returned to my hard cock.
She was breathing deeply.
“I see,” She said, gently squeezing my cock.
“Would you like it if I gave you another punishment – one like Karen receives?” She tightened her grip on my cock.
“Yes, Louise. I really would like that.” She stroked my hair gently with her left hand.
“Okay, well, I could be your Auntie Louise who punishes you once you have arrived home from school. I have found out about you being caned at school and my rule is punished at school, punished at home.”
Louise placed both of her hands on my back. “You will be spanked, slippered, beaten with the clothes brush and then caned again. How does that sound, Peter?”
I couldn’t believe my luck and spat the words out immediately. “Yes please, Louise.”
Mrs Jensen laughed and tapped my bottom gently with her right hand. “Right, get up and put your trousers and underpants on.”
I complied immediately and was standing in front of her. Louise leaned forward and continued to smile at me.
“I’ll go home and get my things and also change my clothes,” Louise said as she got to her feet, once again, ironing the creases from her summer dress.
“I only live about five minutes’ drive away, so if we say 3 o’clock?” She patted me on my right arm.
“Miss, if it isn’t asking you too much, would you wear your work clothes when you are punishing me?” I looked down at my shoes in embarrassment.
Louise Jensen laughed. “Of course, do you have a particular preference, Peter?”
“No Miss – I did love seeing you in your blouse and skirt at school. Would that be okay?”
“It will be fine – but you need to call me Louise, this time understood?” Mrs Jensen walked towards the hallway to leave.
“Yes, Louise.” I smiled.
“I think it will be angry Auntie Louise who deals with you and not the sweet, disappointed Auntie Louise, who usually deals with naughty Karen.” She noticed me looking at her impressive breasts that were poking out proudly under her dress.
“Angry Auntie Louise will beat your arse red raw, but if you’re a good boy then she’ll send you to bed feeling happy and satisfied.” She reached the front door and unlocked it with the key before opening the door and walking outside.
She turned back, and I stood on the step watching her.
“I’ll be back at three and then we can sort you out properly this time.” The smile widened across her face and she turned and headed to her car which was parked across the road.
I watched her drive away before closing the door. I looked at the time – 2:10 pm. I had about fifty minutes before Louise would be back and decided to tidy the house as best I could in that time. The time seemed to pass quickly but by the time the doorbell rang once more at 2.55, I had cleaned my bedroom. I have no idea why I cleaned it, almost in hope rather than expectation but I am so glad I did make the bed and run the vacuum cleaner over the floor.
I walked calmly down the stairs and through the living room. At the end of the hallway, I could see Louise through the front door. I walked calmly to the door and opened it.
Mrs Jensen was an extremely attractive lady for a woman of sixty-four. She stood at about five-feet-six-inches in her heels. She was slim and obviously kept herself fit. Her shoulder-length brown hair was immaculate, and her blue eyes were amazing and complemented her stylish glasses which were balanced perfectly on top of her nose.
As requested, Louise was dressed in a silky short-sleeved white blouse and a three-quarter length black skirt. In her right hand, she held the cane case, which I had seen before and in her left hand she held a large sports bag. The erection began to swell in my trousers once more.
“Come in,” I said. Trying to act relaxed. I moved to one side and Louise squeezed past. I resisted the temptation to touch her blouse with my hand.
I closed the door and locked it, before following her into the front room once again.
“Right, Peter, shall we begin?” Louise Jensen smiled and began to remove her implements from the sports bag.
I stood in silence as Louise Jensen busied herself, emptying the contents from the sports bag on my coffee table. First came the rubber-soled size 11 slipper, followed by a tan-coloured leather strap, a wooden clothes brush, a thick wooden bath brush, a wooden school ruler, a table tennis paddle and finally, a severe-looking American style wooden paddle with holes in it.
This made a heavy thud when Louise laid it on the table in front of her. She placed the empty sports bag on the floor and picked up the cane case from the chair. She quickly opened the top and slid the contents out into her left hand. I could see that she had half a dozen canes, including the nasty white-handled one with which she had beaten me previously.
Louise Jensen smiled knowingly when she saw my reaction. The canes were placed neatly on the coffee table and the case laid on the floor next to the sports bag. The mature Head Mistress walked over to my sofa and sat down, looking up into my eyes.
“Right, Peter. I know all about your behaviour at school today and I know that you have been caned in the Head Mistress’ office.”
Louise placed her hands in her lap and looked at me in a way that I imagine she had looked at countless naughty students over the years.
“I’m sorry, Aunt Louise,” Was all I could think of saying.
“Sorry?” Louise inhaled deeply, and I stared at her breasts that seemed to be straining under the buttons of her silky blouse.
“Sorry for what?” Louise was really getting into the character of the nasty Aunt. “Sorry for getting caught? Sorry for being caned by the Head Mistress? Sorry for upsetting me? Sorry for THAT!” Mrs Jensen raised her voice and pointed with her right hand at the obvious bulge in my jeans.
I looked down and swallowed hard. I could feel my cheeks going hot and red from embarrassment and looked away from Louise.
“I’m sorry for upsetting you, Auntie Louise,” I said meekly.
“Sorry for upsetting me.” She tutted loudly and exhaled.
“Well, we have a rule in this house about bad behaviour, don’t we, young man?” She reached across the table for the large, size 11 slipper. She placed it in her right hand and tapped it hard against her left palm.
“Yes, Auntie.” I winced as I realised what was to come.
“And that rule is?” Louise asked almost in a whisper.
I raised my head and looked her in the eyes. “Punished at school, punished at home too.”
Mrs Jensen nodded and pointed the slipper at me. “I’m not going to waste any more time young man. Get all your clothes off, place them neatly on the chair and then come and stand at my right side here.” She indicated with the slipper.
Louise watched as I slowly took off my t-shirt and folded it neatly, placing it on the chair. Then came my shoes which I placed to one side. I removed my socks, which I placed on top of my t-shirt. Then my jeans, which, once removed, revealed an erection covered only by my boxer shorts. I folded up the jeans and placed them on the chair, waiting to see what Mrs Jensen would do next.
“Get those pants off and hurry up!” She snapped, and I soon found myself folding them up and placing them on top of the pile of clothes on the chair.
I was totally naked, penis pointing proudly at Louise Jensen. She kept me standing there, in silence, for what seemed like an eternity. She simply continued tapping the slipper against the palm of her left hand.
“Never in all my years as a teacher, or an auntie, have I ever received news that my nephew has been caught masturbating by a female teacher at school.” Mrs Jensen was playing such a convincing part. “You, dirty little beast!”
She raised her voice and saw me shiver. Maybe with cold, but perhaps more in fear of what was coming my way.
“Well, rest assured young man, you will not be masturbating for a very, very long time once I’m done with you this afternoon!”
I swallowed hard and Louise placed the slipper on my coffee table.
“Get yourself over my knee.” She ran her right hand through her hair. “Not a word and no fuss, young man, or I’ll go and fetch Miss Williams from school and she can witness how I deal with naughty boys!”
I admit to laughing at this and I’m sure that I saw Louise Jensen smile too. Miss Williams – Lucy – would love witnessing me get punished like this.
Mrs Jensen raised her hands and leaned back into the sofa, inviting me to position myself over her long, black skirted knees. I lowered myself down gently, careful to place my hard penis between her legs, that despite being spread open, were covered by the skirt. I lay there in silence and waited for Louise to begin my punishment.
Just as she had done earlier that afternoon, Mrs Jensen began by stroking my exposed legs and thighs with her right hand, her fingertips gently moving up and down and between my legs. I began to relax as she shifted around on the sofa, getting herself comfortable for the onslaught that was about to begin.
Once she was comfortable, she looked down at the bottom lying helpless across her lap, raised her right hand high in the air, took a deep breath, and brought it crashing down in the centre of my buttocks.
Smack!
I immediately tried to get up after the sensation of the blow had registered in my brain but was pushed back down by a surprisingly strong Head Mistress.
“No fuss, young man – you deserve every smack today, don’t you?” Louise didn’t wait for a reply, wrapping out six more rapid smacks on each buttock.
“Yes, Auntie. I’m sorry Auntie!” I pleaded. This was no fun spanking.
Mrs Jensen said nothing as she continued to smack my bottom. She clearly was very experienced in administering spankings as she alternated between rapid-fire bursts on both buttocks, then slow, hard individual slaps to buttocks and thighs and then, and possibly the worst part for me, individual slaps, given at full force across the backs of my legs.
Despite her warnings not to move, or make a fuss, I threw my right arm up to try and place it over my bottom to stop any further smacks, but Mrs Jensen simply took it in her left hand and held it tightly in place behind my back.
After maybe, a hundred or more smacks with her hand, Louise paused and reached over to the coffee table where she picked up the large slipper. I was already teary by this point and had buried my head in the cushions on the sofa to muffle my cries. The Head Mistress tapped the heavy, rubber-soled slipper against my bottom and adjusted my position so that I rubbed against her silky blouse. The cold buttons had ensured that my erection had returned.
“Now, you are going to feel Auntie’s displeasure with you, young man.” I looked up at Louise, who was red and hot from her exertions so far.
“I am going to give you twenty-four with this slipper and then we will see how sorry you are for your behaviour today, is that understood?” The slipper was held deliberately close to my face, so I could see it.
“Yes, Auntie,” I replied and buried my face in the cushion once more.
Seconds later, the size 11 slipper landed with a loud thud! on the centre of my bottom. It stung like hell, but I buried my head deeper into the cushion and tried to count the smacks with the heavy skipper down one by one. By the time the final, and twenty-fourth, thud! impacted on my red and sore bottom, my “Auntie” had punished every inch of my poor bottom with it – from the centre, to the left buttock, the right buttock and most painfully for me, in both creases between buttock and thighs.
Louise reached over once again and placed the slipper back on the table, taking the ebony backed clothes brush in her right hand. She immediately began to brush it gently over my red and burning bottom.
“Are you sorry for being so disgusting at school today, Peter?” The brushing continued.
I turned around as far as I could and looked at Mrs Jensen. “Yes, Auntie. I’ll never do it again – I promise.” And then out of desperation. “Please stop.”
Louise stared at me for a second and then snapped. “No. You’re going to get such a punishment that you won’t sit down for a week and then I’m going to take you to school tomorrow and make you show your punished bottom to Miss Williams.” With that, the brush was turned onto the wooden backed side and brought crashing down on my right buttock.
The pain was intense, but Mrs Jensen continued, wrapping out twenty-four painful smacks with the nasty piece of wood, hitting me mainly on the backs of the legs. This was extremely painful as some of the smacks were even lower than those delivered with her hard and I began to cry real tears.
Once she had finished with the brush, she placed it on the table and soothed my red-hot bottom with her warm hand. She did not speak for a few moments, concentrating on soothing the soreness in my bottom.
“Well, I think that you are beginning to understand how upset I am with you and also that you should never, ever do those kinds of things ever again, aren’t you, Peter?” Louise stroked my hair gently with her right hand and fondled my cock and balls with her left hand.
“Yes, Aunt Louise. I’ll be good – I promise.” Desperate for the punishment to stop.
“I am beginning to believe you, young man, but we need to make sure, don’t we?” Mrs Jensen squeezed my penis even tighter in her left hand causing me to gasp.
“Yes, Auntie,” I replied quietly and waited for Mrs Jensen to continue.
“I think if I give you twelve strokes with my school strap and twelve strokes of the cane then you may have been punished sufficiently for what you have done today.” She was reaching over for the strap before I could reply.
“Yes, Auntie Louise. I’ll be a good boy – I promise.” I pleaded.
Louise Jensen took the strap from the table and sat back with me still lying there, exposed over her lap.
“Up you get and do not rub your bottom young man – is that clear!” She commanded.
“Yes, Aunt Louise,” I replied softly before struggling to my feet.
The mature Head Mistress waited for a moment before easing herself up from the sofa and onto her feet. I towered over her by a good six or seven inches, but I knew exactly which one of us was in charge in that room at that current moment. Louise Jensen examined the tan-coloured strap in her hand and then looked up at me, smiling as she saw the tears in my eyes.
“Bend over the arm of the sofa and remain perfectly still. Is that clear Peter?” She pushed her glasses back up to the top of her nose.
“Yes, Auntie,” I replied as I gently positioned myself over the arm of the sofa.
Louise Jensen stood to my left side and placed the thick leather strap across the centre of my bottom. She did this three or four times until she was satisfied where her strokes were going to land. Out of my sight, she raised the nasty piece of leather over her right shoulder and after a second or two brought it whistling through the air until it landed with a loud crack! on the centre of my bottom.
The pain was like nothing I had experienced before but I managed to remain in position. The Head Mistress paused, giving me time to recover, before once again placing the leather strap on my bottom, taking aim, taking it back over her shoulder and then bringing it down seconds later with a terrible crack! across my bottom, which had begun to swell up. After another ten nasty strokes of the strap, Louise placed it on the table and picked up the white woollen handled cane, with which she had caned me before.
“Right, young man, I know that Miss Williams has caned you already today, but she really has a lot to learn about driving a message home about your behaviour.” Louise Jensen swished the cane through the air for effect. It was terrifying.
“Twelve, hard strokes and I’m going to give you a choice.” She paused and began to tap the cane against my bottom, working out where she wanted her strokes to land.
“Choice, Auntie?” I asked.
“Yes. A choice of having them fast or slow.” The older lady smiled. I had already decided. I wanted this over as soon as possible.
“Fast, please Louise.” I reached for a cushion and buried my head in it as far as it would go.
Mrs Jensen smiled to herself and raised her cane above her head. “Very well. You will never behave like that again or Auntie will give you twenty-four strokes of each of her implements.”
The cane swished through the air and landed a second later with a loud, and painful thwack!
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I was crying into the cushion and Mrs Jensen laid the blood-soaked cane on my coffee table. She was bending over me, inspecting my bottom and spend a while looking at it, before Rebecca’s Auntie Louise returned and Mrs Jensen, the Head Mistress exited the scene.
“Okay Sweetie, you’re a mess – do you have any wipes and plasters somewhere?” She asked in a kind tone of voice.
It took a few moments for me to regather my composure and realise that the session was over.
“In the cupboard, in the bathroom. Through the kitchen there,” I said and collapsed back into the tear-stained cushion.
Louise headed to the bathroom and opened the cabinet, bringing out some Aloe Vera gel, wipes and plasters. She immediately set to work on her return to the living room, first, using the wipes to clean my cut and bloodied bottom. Then she gently applied plasters to three cuts that had appeared on my right buttock.
She then wiped the blood from her implements and put them back into her sports bag and cane carrier. I finally looked at her standing there. She was sweaty and exhausted from disciplining me.
“Stand up, dear and I’ll put some nice cooling gel on your bottom. Would you like that?” She smiled.
I got to my feet, aware that my bottom was red hot and sore. “Yes please,” I replied suppressing the urge to wince with the pain.
The older lady sat down on the sofa, ironed the creases from her skirt and patted her knee gently to indicate that I should position myself across her lap. I did this, and Mrs Jensen opened the tube of gel and applied the cool liquid to my hot bottom. It was an amazing feeling.
She kept me over her lap for a good half an hour and her hands began to wander between my legs once more. It wasn’t long before my erection re-appeared. The no-nonsense teacher was determined that she would make use of it.
“Right, stand up Peter and then come and sit next to me on the sofa.” She said in a soft voice.
I got to my feet and sat on the left-hand seat on the sofa. Louise shuffled along, allowing me enough room to sit down.
“So, how was that for you – a proper punishment?” She smiled.
“Thanks. It was amazing. I loved it,” I replied.
Louise Jensen smiled and looked at my erection. “I can tell.” She placed her right hand on my cock and began to slowly move it backwards and forwards.
I desperately wanted to put my hands on her breasts that were proudly straining behind the buttons of her white blouse, but she read my mind and her left hand took my right, holding it on her left breast.
“I usually relieve Karen in the bathroom afterwards but would really like it if you could help me this afternoon.” She smiled and continued to move my cock backwards and forwards, getting faster and faster.
“Yes, Miss.” I gasped. “What can I do?”
“Would you have sex with me?” The Head Mistress stared into my eyes and pushed my hand tighter onto her breast.
“I’d like that,” I replied as I leaned over and kissed her on the lips.
We spent a while on the sofa, kissing and touching one another before I got up to my feet and pulled Louise to hers. I led her up the stairs and to my bedroom where she placed her glasses on my bedside table. I kissed her on the neck and behind her ears and began working on the buttons of her blouse. Soon it was undone and revealed a white bra. I unzipped her skirt as we continued to kiss, her tongue going deeper and deeper into my mouth.
The older lady removed her blouse and let it fall to the floor, slowly followed by her skirt. She slipped out of her knickers and I undid her bra, immediately placing my lips around the nipple on her right breast and kissing and licking it. Louise moaned with pleasure as I bit gently on her erect nipple. I slid my fingers into her pussy which was wet and began to massage her.
Mrs Jensen was breathing heavily. Her hand was stroking my cock and balls before we moved onto the bed. She spread her legs wide and gently guided my large cock inside her.
I slowly began pounding away at her, her gasps becoming more and more frequent and we kissed one another until she came, and I eventually ejaculated inside her. We cuddled for a while before Louise said that she had better go home. I watched her dress and then dressed myself, following her downstairs.
She went to the bathroom and emerged immaculate. We said nothing as she kissed me on my lips and allowed me to place my hands on her silk blouse and around her breasts.
Shortly afterwards, she picked up her bags and walked to the door where she kissed me again.
“I’d like to see you again if you fancied a spanking sometime.” Louise kissed me gently on the lips before opening my front door and walking out to her car.
I watched her drive away and closed the door behind me, returning to the living room. On the table, on the box of plasters was her phone number. I smiled. I would definitely be giving her a ring and next time, Lucy would be involved too.
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