A Visit To Miss Manson After School Part One
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After about ten minutes, I heard footsteps on the stairs as the women made their way to the bedroom. They made their way along the landing and walked into the room, standing and looking at my already red and bruised bottom which was facing them as I lay face down on the bed. Elaine placed my clothes on the chair in the far corner of the large room.
“That’s a well spanked bottom, Auntie Pauline.” Kirsty laughed.
I then felt Pauline’s cool hands rubbing my bottom gently. I pushed my hips down deeper into the pillows as I began to relax.
“Nice to know that I’ve still got it.” Pauline laughed as she continued touching my bottom with her hands.
After a while, she stopped massaging my bottom and thighs. It was time to conclude my punishment. Out of my sight, Elaine Beltham took up her position to the left hand side of the bed. She smiled at her cousin and Auntie as she adjusted the sleeves on her white blouse before placing her left foot in front of her right and placing her left hand on her hip. In her right hand she laid the twenty-four-inch long dragon cane across the centre of my throbbing backside and began tapping it gently against my bottom.
“Now, you dirty boy. You are going to receive thirty-six strokes of the cane – twelve from each of us – to show you what a real punishment is like.” Pauline announced.
“You just need to lie there and take it – do not try to move out of the way or put your hands over your bottom – or we shall start all over again. Do you understand me, Peter?” She asked sternly.
After a minute or so, I turned my head to the left and looked up at Kirsty and Pauline.
“Yes. Auntie Pauline.” I sniffed.
Miss Manson adjusted her short-sleeved white blouse and black skirt and smiled at me.
“Very well then. Elaine, dear. Cane the naughty boy’s bottom.” Pauline nodded as I returned my face to the pillow and awaited the caning.
I did not have long to wait before Elaine Beltham tapped the cane against my red and sore bottom until she was satisfied where her first stroke would land. She took a deep breath, drew the cane back before bringing it down expertly, and painfully, against the fleshy centre of my bottom with a loud “Thwack!”
Once the pain had registered in my brain, I shouted into the pillow, which I pulled deeper into my face to muffle my noise. Ms. Beltham smiled as she raised the cane in the air once more, pausing and bringing it down once again, landing it hard within millimetres of her previous stroke.
“Thwack!”
She gave me a few moments between each stroke to allow me to re-gather my composure but administered her caning as quickly as she could, not saying a word as she did so.
“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”
“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”
Once she had finished, Elaine handed the cane to her Auntie and bent forward to admire the twelve, deep red tram lines that she had left imprinted across the centre of my bottom. She laughed before stepping away to allow Pauline to replace her. The seventy-year-old teacher took up the exact same stance to my left hand side and tapped the white-handled cane against my bottom.
“Now. Twelve strokes from your Auntie Pauline. Just like you have been dreaming about over all those years. I want to show you how disgusted I am with you, you, bad, bad boy!” She raised the cane in the air.
Pauline Manson slowly, and deliberately, administered the set of twelve strokes in the same area on my bottom as Elaine had done.
“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”
“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”
I struggled to take the cane from my ex-History teacher. I squirmed and wriggled but did everything to avoid being awarded extra strokes from Miss Manson. Once she had finished, Pauline handed the cane over to her niece Kirsty, who smiled as her Auntie walked around to the right hand side of the double bed and sat on the bed next to where I was lying. Miss Manson put her right arm around me and held me down in the bed. She leaned in close and gently kissed my forehead, trying to calm me by sshhing me as she held me in her arms.
“Now, the hardest part is yet to come, Peter.” Pauline Manson laughed.
“Kirsty canes naughty girls for a living and was just telling us downstairs that she had to cane six naughty young ladies at work this morning as Saturday is the day when the girls who have misbehaved in the week are dealt with.”
Kirsty said nothing and simply laid on the first swipe with the dense dragon cane.
“Thwack!”
The pain was intense and burned into my bottom. I squirmed but Pauline Manson reached over and held me down into the bed with both hands, watching as her niece continued her caning.
“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”
Ms. Maitland leaned in to inspect my bottom and nodded at her cousin as she noticed the neat set of red lines that stood out proudly on both buttocks.
“Now, you filthy little beast, I’m going to give you something to remember Auntie Kirsty by.” The dark-haired woman took aim with the cane against the crease in between buttock and thighs.
“I like my girls to feel their punishments for days afterwards, so I cane them here.” She prodded my thighs with her cane.
“So, every time they bend or sit down, that they have a little reminder of their bad behaviour and it hopefully makes them realise that they need to be better behaved to avoid a repeat performance!” She smiled at Pauline, who tightened her grip on me.
Kirsty Maitland raised the cane and wrapped out her final six strokes, catching the creases in my left and right thighs alternately. I cried uncontrollably, but my noise was muffled by the pillow and by Pauline, who pushed me down into the bed.
“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”
Once she had administered her dozen strokes, Pauline’s niece placed the cane on the bed next to me and looked down at her Auntie, who spent a few minutes soothing me. Once I had calmed myself, Miss Manson let me go and got to her feet.
“Now, young man. That is a real punishment and hopefully it cures you of your fascination about being spanked.” The seventy-year-old woman smiled sweetly.
“Do you have anything you would like to say to Auntie Elaine, Auntie Kirsty and myself, Peter?” She stood with her hands on her hips.
It took me a few moments to think about what to say and also to calm myself and stop myself sniffing and snivelling after my painful punishment.
“I’m sorry Auntie Pauline. I won’t fantasize about being spanked ever again.” I replied truthfully.
“Thank you for my punishment Auntie Kirsty and Auntie Elaine.” I added.
The two ladies, in their white blouses and black skirts smiled and nodded at me. They walked around to the side of the bed where I was and Kirsty, then Elaine, leaned over to give me a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Pauline watched Elaine pick up the cane before her nieces left the room.
“You will put your underwear on and then go to bed – there will be no supper for you tonight and, if you are not in bed when Auntie Pauline comes to check on you in a while, then I’ll put you over my knee and spank you some more. Do you understand me?” The retired school Mistress asked sternly.
After a few moments I replied.
“Yes Auntie Pauline.” And reached out for my boxer shorts which the seventy-year-old teacher held out to me in her right hand.
Pauline Manson watched me struggle to put my boxer shorts on and then arrange the pillows on the bed before sliding under the duvet. She turned and closed the bedroom door behind her, and I sniffed as I heard her footsteps walking along the landing and then down the stairs.
After about half an hour I heard voices downstairs in the hallway as Pauline said goodnight to her nieces. The retired teacher then spent about twenty minutes cleaning her implements in the living room and making sure that everything had been turned off downstairs before climbing the stairs and entering her bedroom. After a short while, Pauline went to her bathroom and brushed her teeth, took a tube of cooling cream from her cabinet and walked to my bedroom. She opened the door and quietly entered, before closing the door behind her.
I smiled as I saw her standing there in her red satin pyjamas. Under the duvet my hard on had returned but I knew what was coming my way, so I did not try to hide it.
“Good boy.” Pauline smiled as she saw that I had followed her instructions.
“I want you to turn over onto your stomach and Auntie will show you how much she loves you, Peter.” Miss Manson licked her lips.
I carefully turned over onto my stomach and closed my eyes as I felt the heavy duvet being pulled off the bed. Next, the sensation of Miss pulling my boxer shorts all the way down until she slid them over my feet and threw them onto the floor next to the bed, revealing my red and bruised bottom.
“Auntie Pauline is going to take care of you.” Miss Manson sat on the right hand side of the bed and flipped open the cap of the tube of gel in her left hand.
I placed my face into the pillows and breathed heavily as Miss Manson squirted a good handful of clear, cooling gel into her right palm. She snapped the cap on the tube closed and threw it onto the bed beside her. The older woman began to rub the gel into my hot bottom and backs of legs, and I moaned with pleasure as it began to cool the heat in my bottom and thighs.
After Pauline had massaged every inch of my bruised bottom and thighs she moved around to my left hand side on the bed and stroked my hair gently.
“Now, young man. I think you need to show Auntie Pauline exactly how sorry you are for asking her to punish you, and also to show her how much you love her.” She smiled.
Miss Manson reached down and touched my cock with her right hand, taking her time to touch every inch of my cock and balls with her warm right hand. As I leaned over and touched her breasts through her red pyjama jacket, the older woman took hold of my cock and began slowly moving it backwards and forwards. As my breathing became heavier I reached over and gently kissed her on the lips, all the time keeping my right hand on her small breasts. I smiled as I could feel her erect nipples through the amazingly soft material of her pyjama top. My ex-History Mistress said nothing as I kissed her softly, instead concentrating on my cock which she continued to touch and tease, varying how hard she gripped it, all the time moving it back and forth. After a few moments, Miss Manson used her left hand to stroke the inside of my thighs. I kissed her harder on the lips as I could feel myself coming close to climax.
After a few more moments, where I kissed her on the lips and squeezed her breasts through her red satin pyjamas, I shuddered as I came, shooting my spunk all over Pauline’s right hand and onto the sheets on the bed. She laughed as I collapsed back into the pillows and tried to catch my breath. She allowed me to recover, cuddling up to my chest and I held her, feeling that she was still stroking my legs with her fingernails. This, coupled with touching her small breasts and the silky material of her pyjamas, soon meant that my cock was standing to attention once more.
My cock throbbed as her satin pyjamas rubbed against my bare skin. The seventy-year-old leaned over and kissed me softly on my lips. I smiled and moved in close, returning the kiss and started to run my hand over her red pyjamas. Within a few minutes, Miss Manson had slipped off her pyjama bottoms and had unbuttoned the top, revealing her small, but perfectly formed breasts. We continued to kiss and touch one another, my hands exploring and touching Miss Manson’s breasts while she took my cock in her left hand and began to masturbate it gently once more. I touched her nipples gently and ran my fingers across her nipples which were erect and standing to attention.
I leaned over and took the small, dark nipple on her right breast in my mouth and licked it slowly before beginning to suck on it, smiling as Pauline began to moan heavily, the grip she had on my cock tightening and she continued to masturbate me, moving my cock back and forwards harder and harder.
Pauline eventually let my cock go and ran her hands down my body. I turned my attention from the woman’s breasts to her lips and kissed her full on the mouth, slowly and carefully, placing my tongue inside her warm mouth. Pauline Manson reciprocated, and her hands began stroking my cock and balls.
“You bad, bad boy!” Pauline purred and she lay down on the bed, allowing me to climb on top of her.
We continued to kiss and touch one another for a few minutes before she guided my cock inside her hot and moist pussy. She smiled as she felt it slip inside and kissed me hard on the mouth. I took this as a signal to start and pushed slowly inside her, pushing my rock hard cock in as far as I could. Miss Manson moaned with pleasure and we began. She placed her arms around me as I pushed backwards and forwards, touching every inch, before I found the older woman’s clit. Pauline kissed me hard on the mouth as I continued to work away, her breathing becoming heavier and louder as she came to a loud climax.
Pauline Manson lay back on the bed, but I kept going, thrusting away slowly, touching every inch of her. Quickly, she came once more before I thrust hard and fast inside her, all the time biting on the woman’s breasts. Pauline screamed as she came for a third time. She ran her fingernails down my thighs, and I came, shooting my load inside Miss Manson’s hot and wet pussy.
We collapsed on the bed and I slipped my cock out before holding Pauline in my arms. We kissed and touched each other softly. Before we collapsed into a deep and exhausted sleep, I made Pauline Manson come once again, this time using my fingers to bring her to orgasm for a fourth time. My ex-History teacher returned the favour by sucking on my cock until I sent a full load of hot, gloopy spunk into her warm mouth and down her throat before we lay back in each other’s arms, sweating and exhausted from our exertions.
The following morning, we chatted over breakfast, talking about my punishment and about what had happened afterwards in the bedroom. I stayed at Pauline’s until late that Sunday morning and we spent a while kissing and touching each other in Miss Manson’s living room, the older lady giving me a blow job and swallowing my hot cum in her mouth, before I left her farmhouse and masturbated on my return home.
Over the next three months, I visited Pauline Manson’s farm three times, once being punished solely by her and on the other two occasions, being spanked by Kirsty’s younger sister Nancy and once by Elaine’s sisters Louise and Alison. Pauline’s youngest niece, Nancy proved to be the most severe of her nieces, She was only thirty-five-years-old, but the lady with the brown hair which she wore tied up with a hair band behind her head and the small glasses, spanked exceptionally hard. She dressed in her navy blue ward sister’s uniform and spanked until she had reduced me to tears. On discovering that I had dribbled my pre cum on her knees she simply spanked even harder and used Pauline’s ebony-backed clothes brush until my backside was red hot and bruised.
I had then been walloped with Pauline’s plimsoll and the heavy American-style wooden spanking paddle by the young nurse until she was asked to stop by her Auntie.
“I think he’s been punished hard enough, Nancy Dear. I’m sure that he won’t do that again when he’s being punished.” Pauline Manson had announced to the small, slim, dark-haired woman, who continued to whack my bottom with the paddle for four more swats before she actually stopped.
“Dirty little bastard!” She hissed as she looked down at the dark stains on her navy nurse’s uniform.
Louise, the sweet and innocent-looking accountant, did not hand spank as hard as the other ladies, but definitely made up for this when it came to using the thick leather belt and Pauline’s cane across my bare bottom. I quite liked Louise Collins. She was softly spoken and came across as caring. She rubbed and touched my bottom at every opportunity, sshhing and soothing me as she administered my punishment. She played along with our roleplay – constantly announcing to me that she did not like having to punish me in this way.
“I really don’t like having to strap and cane you Peter, but you have been so naughty that you have left me no choice, have you?” She said as she stroked my shaven head gently before resuming her position and delivering another swipe with Pauline’s thick leather belt.
Her younger sister Alison, a stern-looking housewife, took no nonsense from me when she turned me over her lap and tanned my bare backside with her heavy hand. Her mood would not have been helped as my bladder let go while I was over her comfortable knees and I ended up peeing on her navy skirt and bare legs, even spraying some on the floral blouse that she was wearing. Once I had been cleaned up, she had scolded me and then really let me have it.
“I’m going to really make you pay for wetting yourself whilst over my knee, you filthy little beast!” She snapped as she dragged me back over her lap and let her extremely hard right hand do the talking for the next twenty or so minutes.
The blonde-haired lady spanked my bottom for the majority of that meeting with her sister and her older auntie. So much so, that I was glad when she, and her older sister Louise, kissed their auntie goodnight and left us alone.
The punishments were given hard and no nonsense, but I couldn’t hide my excitement at hearing Pauline wishing her nieces a goodnight before joining me in the bedroom. Miss Manson took her time to sort her things out downstairs, leaving me lying in bed for nearly an hour before she would walk into my bedroom and get in bed with me. She would then make me show her how sorry I was for wanting to be spanked like a naughty boy. I would like to think that I never disappointed her and left her with a satisfied smile on her face the following morning.
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