The PsychicChapter 14 Cheese cheese and more cheese
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It was well into the Second World War and Hannah had joined the Women’s Land Army. She was a very attractive 20 year old with her long dark hair usually tied back and her shapely, slim figure.
The farm where she worked had a large herd of cows and the farmer and his wife also made cheese.
Now, cheese was rationed and the population received a small cube each week and that was it.
However, on the farm, in the diary, there were large blocks of it – lots of them. The farmer and his wife had to account for it all and any black market activity would bring them before the local beak for sure. But for Hannah, this cheese was something to be desired. Before the war she had loved cheese and now she was within reach of mountains of it.
In due course the cheese had proved unavoidable and Mrs Bunn the farmer’s wife had caught Hannah taking a large slice. She took her to the farmhouse.
“Right my girl, you know the consequences of cheating the cheese ration?”
Hannah looked glum….but the cheese had been so tasty.
“Now Mr Bunn is away and not back for a couple of days so he can deal with you when he returns” said Mrs Bunn the farmer’s wife.
Hannah was almost relieved as by then the fuss might have died down but then her hopes were dashed.
Mrs Bunn continued “But I shall give you a taste of the leather strap and leave Mr Bunn to use his cane.”
Hannah held her bottom. Beneath her thick corduroy breeches her pretty bottom was smooth and nicely shaped and only once had a cane ever marked it. She watched as Mrs Bunn fetched a heavy leather strap from a hook on the side of a cupboard. She walked towards Hannah running it through her hands.
“Breeches down my girl!”
“But Mrs….”
“Down now!”
Hannah fumbled with the breeches and lowered them reluctantly. The tails of her shirt temporarily hid her knickers and the tops of her legs. Mrs Bunn grabbed a wooden chair and placed it in front of Hannah with the back towards her.
Hannah looked at the chair.
Mrs Bunn pulled the leather strap through her hands again.
“Bend over.”
Hannah moved close to the chair and bent right over. Mrs Bunn lifted her shirt tail and folded it out of the way. Hannah’s bottom was clad in white knickers yet the cleavage of her bottom was obvious. The older woman was tempted to pull her pants right down.
Mrs Bunn moved to one side and raised the strap.
Whaaaaap!
“Yowch!” yelped Hannah
The strap had wrapped itself round Hannah’s cheeks leaving a thick red stripe across both of them.
Whaaaaap!
“Aaagh!” she squealed.
Whaaaaap!
“Ooooh!” the young girl cried.
Whaaaaap!
“Ouch!”
Whaaaaap!
“Yeee-ow!” Hannah cried.
Mrs Bunn was pleased she was making an impression.
WHAAAAP!
“Crikey! Ouch! Ouch!” cried Hannah as she jumped up grabbing her bottom.
Mrs Bunn put the strap on the table; she had not finished with it. She watched Hannah hop around.
“Breeches up, girl” she said knowing that a caning from Mrs Bunn would be at least as painful.
Hannah slowly dressed and as she was sent on her way she held her bottom tight.
She walked back to her room above a cattle shed. It was comfy and cosy. Then she realised she needed some milk from the diary so quickly went down to the farmyard.
It was dusk and she spotted Harry, a lad who worked on the farm and was the dairy supervisor. He was tall and handsome with a fine body and just five years older than Hannah. She watched as he entered the farmhouse and from her place in the shadows she saw Mrs Bunn close the door.
Hannah crept up to the farmhouse and heard Mrs Bunn berate Harry for allowing the cheese to be stolen. She heard Mrs Bunn give him much the same dressing down as she had received. Peering through the window she saw Mrs Bunn holding the strap.
Surely Harry was not going to be beaten with it on her account?
“Trousers and pants down!” said Mrs Bunn
Harry had been there before and lowered his trousers then slipped his pants down. Earlier the thought of a beating from Mrs Bunn had caused him to have an erection but now he was definitely not aroused, at least not that much!
He bent over the chair Hannah had been across ten minutes earlier. His feet were apart and Hannah could see a large pair of balls dangling there.
Whaaaaap!
He grunted.
Hannah watched in awe as the leather wrapped round his bare buttocks.
Whaaaaap!
“Ooo” he barely uttered.
Whaaaaap!
“Ah!”
Whaaaaap!
“Ouch” he mumbled barely audibly.
Whaaaaap!
“Aaah” harry muttered as another thick red tripe was added to his bare bottom.
WHAAAAAP!
Harry exhaled loudly and bucked his head up. Mrs Bunn knew how to use a strap on a boy’s bottom.
Harry dressed and made his way back to his cottage on the farm. Hannah fetched the milk and went to her room. There, she undressed and paraded her naked body in front of a mirror. Her curves were gorgeous and her pubic bush glistened but it was her bottom that she studied. It was marked with six wide red lines where the strap had made contact. It throbbed and stung.
Two days later Mr Bunn had returned and was busy all day as a man from the Food Ministry checked his production of milk and cheese and pages of records.
At 6pm Hannah and Harry went to the farmhouse. Mrs Bunn showed them to Mr Bunn’s office which was strewn with paperwork concerning running the wartime farm.
They stood in front of his desk. Mr Bunn was 70 and looked strict. He looked at the two of them.
For the next ten minutes he roasted them about the theft of essential wartime rations and Harry was berated for his supervision of the diary. Mr Bunn concluded by saying that he would not report Hannah to the authorities but would deal with the matter there and then.
“But Mr Bunn, while you were away Mrs Bunn strapped me” pleaded Hannah.
“Merely a warming up, my dear” he said.
Hannah looked crestfallen. Not another taste of the leather strap surely?
It wasn’t to be the strap. Mr Bunn went to a bookcase and reached behind and came back with a cane. It was a good length and had the traditional crook handle. It was yellow with age and had a slight curve. He swished it through the air. It sounded grim.
“Six of the very best, Hannah!”
Hannah stared at the cane.
“Lower your breeches and knickers and bend over my desk” he said sternly.
“But, Mr Bunn…” stammered Hannah.
Surely she was not going to be caned by him and in front of Harry. Not with her bare bottom on show! She knew she had spied on Harry taking a bare bottom strapping but this was too much.
“Over the desk!” he repeated.
Hannah approached the desk and fumbled with her breeches. Down they came. She hesitated but then lowered her pants.
She bent over the desk and held the far edge. Her shirt was folded up roughly by Mrs Bunn. The older woman looked at the girl’s bare bottom which still bore marks of her strapping.
The cane was placed across her cheeks clad in white knickers. The rattan bridged her two bare cheeks. Mr and Mrs Bunn and harry stared at the cluster of pubic hair between her cute cheeks.
Swiiiish-craaack!
Hannah yelped loudly and a hand went behind her to protect her bottom.
Mrs Bunn went round the other side of the des and took her hands. Her face almost looked kindly – but then Mrs Bunn knew what that cane felt like.
Swiiiish-craaack!
“Yipes, crikey!” yelped Hannah.
Mr Bunn looked at her bottom. The fresh second weal was showing outside the line of her pants. He glanced at Harry.
“Face away, lad” he said gruffly.
Harry faced the wall but stood where he could glance back at Hannah’s gorgeous bottom. He began to stiffen in his pants.
Swiiiish-craaack!
Swiiiish-craaack!
Two quick stingers were laid across Hannah’s bottom. Mrs Bunn held her hands tight and Hannah pressed her face onto the desk.
Swiiiish-craaack!
“Aaah!” squealed Hannah.
Mr Bunn took careful aim at the lower regions of her cute but colourful cheeks. Harry peeped over his shoulder.
SWIIIISH-CRAAACK!
Hannah jumped up.
“You bastard! That hurt” she yelped as she grabbed her bottom.
“Language, young lady” said Mr Bunn as she settled again and stood still rubbing her cheeks.
“Touch your toes.”
“But, Mr…”
“Bend over and touch your toes!”
Hannah assumed the traditional position and a single stroke was delivered diagonally across her cheeks.
She stood.
Mr Bunn flexed his cane.
“Harry, trousers and pants down and over the desk.”
The very attractive young man faced the desk and lowered his trousers. His pants came down and he bent over with his feet apart. His impressive manhood hung there and Hannah studied it closely. It looked very attractive and when the cane was positioned across his bare cheeks Hannah realised how aroused she was now.
SWIIIISH-CRAAACK!
Harry grunted.
SWIIIISH-CRAAACK!
“Aaah”
Two angry red weals appeared on his cheeks.
SWIIIISH-CRAAACK!
SWIIIISH-CRAAACK!
Mr Bunn’s trick of two quick strokes made Harry wince.
SWIIIISH-CRAAACK!
“Aaah!” he muttered.
SWIIIISH-CRAAACK!
The sixth stroke of the cane was a beauty and Hannah was in awe of the cane flexing as it descended and then as it bounced off his cheeks.
He stayed there with six red stripes marking his gorgeous bottom.
“Stand!”
Harry stood and dressed.
Ten minutes later Harry closed the door of his cottage behind him. That caning had been fierce but was expected. However, the sight of young Hannah’s buttocks being caned was so arousing.
Hannah was examining her cheeks in her room. She had found the experience strangely erotic and felt it was Harry’s manhood on show that was the cause. She need to go and apologise to him and now was the time to do it.
She hurried down the darkened lane to Harry’s cottage. The blackout was in place but he was at home. She knocked on the door.
Harry opened it. There was this beautiful girl with her long dark hair and gorgeous figure. He invited her in.
Ten minutes later they were both naked in his bedroom. Harry was bent over the bed as Hannah examined his weals. She touched them and he grimaced. Her hand went between his legs and cupped his large balls. He stood.
“Let me examine your bottom” Harry said softly as the tip of his large erection rubbed Hannah’s navel just above her pubic triangle.
Hannah bent over the bed. Harry knelt and touched her bottom. She winced as he pressed on her weals. Between hr legs her pussy and pubic hair were delightful and she was clearly aroused.
Harry eased her cheeks apart. Hannah’s anus was pink and puckered with a few black pubic hairs around it.
He kissed her bottom. She gasped. He kissed it again and again then his tongue went between her legs and explored her intimate area. She gasped and groaned with pleasure.
Hannah stood and they faced each other. They hugged and his erect penis pressed against her. They kissed and her lips moved down to his chest. Then lower until she kissed his pubic hair. Hannah lowered her head and kissed and licked his balls – they were huge.
Her tongue traced up the length of his erection time and time again and she kissed the tip before taking it in her mouth.
Hannah’s movements were making Harry groan and the feel of her tongue was so erotic. She let him come out of her mouth.
He lifted her and placed her on her back on the bed. His tongue probed her labia and energetically went deeper. Hannah was groaning and writhing as he found her spot and worked on it.
Suddenly Hannah went rigid as she wailed and an orgasm ripped through her.
Harry watched as she lay there in the dim light. Her contours were superb.
Eventually she sat up and they kissed.
Hannah took Harry’s penis in her hand and kissed it again until he was rigid once more. She went on all fours and thrust her bottom back.
“Take me, Harry, take me” she pleaded.
Harry placed the tip of his erection against her intimate area and eased into her as she groaned and gasped. There was much thrusting and panting as they made love energetically. His erection was large but Hannah was so moist it was easy for him to enter her.
After several minutes Harry slipped out and Hannah lay on her back legs apart.
Harry lay on her and slipped inside easily as Hannah’s juices were flowing. She was hugely aroused and so was he.
After a couple of minutes Harry withdrew and shot a he load of cum all over Hannah’s pubic triangle, over her breasts and face. She had never imagined a lad could cum like that.
They lay in bed that night holding each other tight.
In the morning Harry rose early and opened the curtains. Bright sunlight fell on Hannah’s nude body as she lay on her side. He could see between her legs her intimate area shrouded in curls but the sunlight showed the colours on her bottom where the cane had landed. Six weals were evident along with the seventh diagonally across the others. She would wear those marks for days as would he.
Two weeks later, they were in the dairy together. Harry cut a small piece of cheese off a broken block and touched Hannah’s lips with it.
“You can have this and no caning this time, Hannah” he whispered.
The two of them did not see Mrs Bunn peering through the window. She went inside the farmhouse and took the cane from its hook behind the bookcase.
The farm where she worked had a large herd of cows and the farmer and his wife also made cheese.
Now, cheese was rationed and the population received a small cube each week and that was it.
However, on the farm, in the diary, there were large blocks of it – lots of them. The farmer and his wife had to account for it all and any black market activity would bring them before the local beak for sure. But for Hannah, this cheese was something to be desired. Before the war she had loved cheese and now she was within reach of mountains of it.
In due course the cheese had proved unavoidable and Mrs Bunn the farmer’s wife had caught Hannah taking a large slice. She took her to the farmhouse.
“Right my girl, you know the consequences of cheating the cheese ration?”
Hannah looked glum….but the cheese had been so tasty.
“Now Mr Bunn is away and not back for a couple of days so he can deal with you when he returns” said Mrs Bunn the farmer’s wife.
Hannah was almost relieved as by then the fuss might have died down but then her hopes were dashed.
Mrs Bunn continued “But I shall give you a taste of the leather strap and leave Mr Bunn to use his cane.”
Hannah held her bottom. Beneath her thick corduroy breeches her pretty bottom was smooth and nicely shaped and only once had a cane ever marked it. She watched as Mrs Bunn fetched a heavy leather strap from a hook on the side of a cupboard. She walked towards Hannah running it through her hands.
“Breeches down my girl!”
“But Mrs….”
“Down now!”
Hannah fumbled with the breeches and lowered them reluctantly. The tails of her shirt temporarily hid her knickers and the tops of her legs. Mrs Bunn grabbed a wooden chair and placed it in front of Hannah with the back towards her.
Hannah looked at the chair.
Mrs Bunn pulled the leather strap through her hands again.
“Bend over.”
Hannah moved close to the chair and bent right over. Mrs Bunn lifted her shirt tail and folded it out of the way. Hannah’s bottom was clad in white knickers yet the cleavage of her bottom was obvious. The older woman was tempted to pull her pants right down.
Mrs Bunn moved to one side and raised the strap.
Whaaaaap!
“Yowch!” yelped Hannah
The strap had wrapped itself round Hannah’s cheeks leaving a thick red stripe across both of them.
Whaaaaap!
“Aaagh!” she squealed.
Whaaaaap!
“Ooooh!” the young girl cried.
Whaaaaap!
“Ouch!”
Whaaaaap!
“Yeee-ow!” Hannah cried.
Mrs Bunn was pleased she was making an impression.
WHAAAAP!
“Crikey! Ouch! Ouch!” cried Hannah as she jumped up grabbing her bottom.
Mrs Bunn put the strap on the table; she had not finished with it. She watched Hannah hop around.
“Breeches up, girl” she said knowing that a caning from Mrs Bunn would be at least as painful.
Hannah slowly dressed and as she was sent on her way she held her bottom tight.
She walked back to her room above a cattle shed. It was comfy and cosy. Then she realised she needed some milk from the diary so quickly went down to the farmyard.
It was dusk and she spotted Harry, a lad who worked on the farm and was the dairy supervisor. He was tall and handsome with a fine body and just five years older than Hannah. She watched as he entered the farmhouse and from her place in the shadows she saw Mrs Bunn close the door.
Hannah crept up to the farmhouse and heard Mrs Bunn berate Harry for allowing the cheese to be stolen. She heard Mrs Bunn give him much the same dressing down as she had received. Peering through the window she saw Mrs Bunn holding the strap.
Surely Harry was not going to be beaten with it on her account?
“Trousers and pants down!” said Mrs Bunn
Harry had been there before and lowered his trousers then slipped his pants down. Earlier the thought of a beating from Mrs Bunn had caused him to have an erection but now he was definitely not aroused, at least not that much!
He bent over the chair Hannah had been across ten minutes earlier. His feet were apart and Hannah could see a large pair of balls dangling there.
Whaaaaap!
He grunted.
Hannah watched in awe as the leather wrapped round his bare buttocks.
Whaaaaap!
“Ooo” he barely uttered.
Whaaaaap!
“Ah!”
Whaaaaap!
“Ouch” he mumbled barely audibly.
Whaaaaap!
“Aaah” harry muttered as another thick red tripe was added to his bare bottom.
WHAAAAAP!
Harry exhaled loudly and bucked his head up. Mrs Bunn knew how to use a strap on a boy’s bottom.
Harry dressed and made his way back to his cottage on the farm. Hannah fetched the milk and went to her room. There, she undressed and paraded her naked body in front of a mirror. Her curves were gorgeous and her pubic bush glistened but it was her bottom that she studied. It was marked with six wide red lines where the strap had made contact. It throbbed and stung.
Two days later Mr Bunn had returned and was busy all day as a man from the Food Ministry checked his production of milk and cheese and pages of records.
At 6pm Hannah and Harry went to the farmhouse. Mrs Bunn showed them to Mr Bunn’s office which was strewn with paperwork concerning running the wartime farm.
They stood in front of his desk. Mr Bunn was 70 and looked strict. He looked at the two of them.
For the next ten minutes he roasted them about the theft of essential wartime rations and Harry was berated for his supervision of the diary. Mr Bunn concluded by saying that he would not report Hannah to the authorities but would deal with the matter there and then.
“But Mr Bunn, while you were away Mrs Bunn strapped me” pleaded Hannah.
“Merely a warming up, my dear” he said.
Hannah looked crestfallen. Not another taste of the leather strap surely?
It wasn’t to be the strap. Mr Bunn went to a bookcase and reached behind and came back with a cane. It was a good length and had the traditional crook handle. It was yellow with age and had a slight curve. He swished it through the air. It sounded grim.
“Six of the very best, Hannah!”
Hannah stared at the cane.
“Lower your breeches and knickers and bend over my desk” he said sternly.
“But, Mr Bunn…” stammered Hannah.
Surely she was not going to be caned by him and in front of Harry. Not with her bare bottom on show! She knew she had spied on Harry taking a bare bottom strapping but this was too much.
“Over the desk!” he repeated.
Hannah approached the desk and fumbled with her breeches. Down they came. She hesitated but then lowered her pants.
She bent over the desk and held the far edge. Her shirt was folded up roughly by Mrs Bunn. The older woman looked at the girl’s bare bottom which still bore marks of her strapping.
The cane was placed across her cheeks clad in white knickers. The rattan bridged her two bare cheeks. Mr and Mrs Bunn and harry stared at the cluster of pubic hair between her cute cheeks.
Swiiiish-craaack!
Hannah yelped loudly and a hand went behind her to protect her bottom.
Mrs Bunn went round the other side of the des and took her hands. Her face almost looked kindly – but then Mrs Bunn knew what that cane felt like.
Swiiiish-craaack!
“Yipes, crikey!” yelped Hannah.
Mr Bunn looked at her bottom. The fresh second weal was showing outside the line of her pants. He glanced at Harry.
“Face away, lad” he said gruffly.
Harry faced the wall but stood where he could glance back at Hannah’s gorgeous bottom. He began to stiffen in his pants.
Swiiiish-craaack!
Swiiiish-craaack!
Two quick stingers were laid across Hannah’s bottom. Mrs Bunn held her hands tight and Hannah pressed her face onto the desk.
Swiiiish-craaack!
“Aaah!” squealed Hannah.
Mr Bunn took careful aim at the lower regions of her cute but colourful cheeks. Harry peeped over his shoulder.
SWIIIISH-CRAAACK!
Hannah jumped up.
“You bastard! That hurt” she yelped as she grabbed her bottom.
“Language, young lady” said Mr Bunn as she settled again and stood still rubbing her cheeks.
“Touch your toes.”
“But, Mr…”
“Bend over and touch your toes!”
Hannah assumed the traditional position and a single stroke was delivered diagonally across her cheeks.
She stood.
Mr Bunn flexed his cane.
“Harry, trousers and pants down and over the desk.”
The very attractive young man faced the desk and lowered his trousers. His pants came down and he bent over with his feet apart. His impressive manhood hung there and Hannah studied it closely. It looked very attractive and when the cane was positioned across his bare cheeks Hannah realised how aroused she was now.
SWIIIISH-CRAAACK!
Harry grunted.
SWIIIISH-CRAAACK!
“Aaah”
Two angry red weals appeared on his cheeks.
SWIIIISH-CRAAACK!
SWIIIISH-CRAAACK!
Mr Bunn’s trick of two quick strokes made Harry wince.
SWIIIISH-CRAAACK!
“Aaah!” he muttered.
SWIIIISH-CRAAACK!
The sixth stroke of the cane was a beauty and Hannah was in awe of the cane flexing as it descended and then as it bounced off his cheeks.
He stayed there with six red stripes marking his gorgeous bottom.
“Stand!”
Harry stood and dressed.
Ten minutes later Harry closed the door of his cottage behind him. That caning had been fierce but was expected. However, the sight of young Hannah’s buttocks being caned was so arousing.
Hannah was examining her cheeks in her room. She had found the experience strangely erotic and felt it was Harry’s manhood on show that was the cause. She need to go and apologise to him and now was the time to do it.
She hurried down the darkened lane to Harry’s cottage. The blackout was in place but he was at home. She knocked on the door.
Harry opened it. There was this beautiful girl with her long dark hair and gorgeous figure. He invited her in.
Ten minutes later they were both naked in his bedroom. Harry was bent over the bed as Hannah examined his weals. She touched them and he grimaced. Her hand went between his legs and cupped his large balls. He stood.
“Let me examine your bottom” Harry said softly as the tip of his large erection rubbed Hannah’s navel just above her pubic triangle.
Hannah bent over the bed. Harry knelt and touched her bottom. She winced as he pressed on her weals. Between hr legs her pussy and pubic hair were delightful and she was clearly aroused.
Harry eased her cheeks apart. Hannah’s anus was pink and puckered with a few black pubic hairs around it.
He kissed her bottom. She gasped. He kissed it again and again then his tongue went between her legs and explored her intimate area. She gasped and groaned with pleasure.
Hannah stood and they faced each other. They hugged and his erect penis pressed against her. They kissed and her lips moved down to his chest. Then lower until she kissed his pubic hair. Hannah lowered her head and kissed and licked his balls – they were huge.
Her tongue traced up the length of his erection time and time again and she kissed the tip before taking it in her mouth.
Hannah’s movements were making Harry groan and the feel of her tongue was so erotic. She let him come out of her mouth.
He lifted her and placed her on her back on the bed. His tongue probed her labia and energetically went deeper. Hannah was groaning and writhing as he found her spot and worked on it.
Suddenly Hannah went rigid as she wailed and an orgasm ripped through her.
Harry watched as she lay there in the dim light. Her contours were superb.
Eventually she sat up and they kissed.
Hannah took Harry’s penis in her hand and kissed it again until he was rigid once more. She went on all fours and thrust her bottom back.
“Take me, Harry, take me” she pleaded.
Harry placed the tip of his erection against her intimate area and eased into her as she groaned and gasped. There was much thrusting and panting as they made love energetically. His erection was large but Hannah was so moist it was easy for him to enter her.
After several minutes Harry slipped out and Hannah lay on her back legs apart.
Harry lay on her and slipped inside easily as Hannah’s juices were flowing. She was hugely aroused and so was he.
After a couple of minutes Harry withdrew and shot a he load of cum all over Hannah’s pubic triangle, over her breasts and face. She had never imagined a lad could cum like that.
They lay in bed that night holding each other tight.
In the morning Harry rose early and opened the curtains. Bright sunlight fell on Hannah’s nude body as she lay on her side. He could see between her legs her intimate area shrouded in curls but the sunlight showed the colours on her bottom where the cane had landed. Six weals were evident along with the seventh diagonally across the others. She would wear those marks for days as would he.
Two weeks later, they were in the dairy together. Harry cut a small piece of cheese off a broken block and touched Hannah’s lips with it.
“You can have this and no caning this time, Hannah” he whispered.
The two of them did not see Mrs Bunn peering through the window. She went inside the farmhouse and took the cane from its hook behind the bookcase.
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