Sent To The Lady Next Door Part Eight: Stefan's Schoolgirl Fantasy - Cured! free porn video

Zofeya Caldwell sighed heavily as she reluctantly pulled the coat hangers containing her old St. Katherine’s Girls’ school uniform from her wardrobe. She shook her head as she looked at the navy blazer with the school badge on the left breast pocket and then at the black, knee-length pleated skirt. Next, she smiled at her short-sleeved white cotton blouse and her old school tie. The twenty-year-old woman could not believe what she was having to do in order to please her boyfriend. She had always hated wearing the boring school uniform and now, here she was, having to wear it during sex with Stefan.

The tall, dark-haired woman had lied to her mother why she needed her old school uniform. The excuse that she needed it for a school-themed student party seemed to work well and within days, the ghastly reminder of her past had arrived in the post. Zofeya smiled in the mirror as she held the garments in her hands. Maybe she should have just told her mother, Diane, the real reason why she was asking for it? Diane would probably have driven down to their student house and turned Stefan Bjorkman across her lap had she known that the blonde-haired Swedish man had a fantasy involving her daughter being dressed in school uniform.

The tall, dark-haired girl laid the clothes on her bed and began to undress, quickly slipping off her trainers, tracksuit bottoms and thick woollen jumper which she piled on her double bed. Next, she picked up the coat hanger with the blouse on it and unbuttoned it, throwing the tie and empty hanger onto her bed. The young woman took another deep breath before slipping her right arm, then her left, into the white short-sleeved cotton blouse. Despite it being eighteen months since she had last worn it, Zofeya Caldwell nodded at the fact that it may have tightened a little around her breasts, but it still fit well.

She quickly fastened the buttons and ironed the blouse with her hands, looking at herself in the long mirror as she did so. It really did show off her impressive breasts. Next, she bent down and picked up the hanger with her black, pleated skirt. She removed the garment and carefully stepped into the skirt, which, still ended just above her knees. Like her blouse, it had grown a little tighter than she remembered, but she was still able to zip it up at the back without being in too much discomfort.

Again, she looked at herself in the mirror and sighed. She really did not want to do this. Still, it was what he had asked her to do for him, so she reluctantly reached down onto the bed and picked up the dark blue and white school tie, which she slowly, and carefully tied, before adjusting the collar of her white blouse and tucking the tie in neatly. Finally, came her navy St. Katherine’s Girls’ School blazer which she took from its hanger and slipped her arms inside, adjusting it until it felt comfortable around her ample breasts. Zofeya took one final look in the mirror before placing the coat hangers and her clothes onto the chair in the corner of her bedroom.

As a finishing touch, she sat down at her desk and looked in the small mirror, applying the darkest, and most outstanding, shade of red lipstick that she had in her make-up collection. She would play the tarty schoolgirl for her boyfriend if that’s what really turned him on. Once she was happy with her appearance, she slipped on her flat, black shoes and lay on her double bed awaiting her boyfriend’s arrival.

Ten minutes later, Zofeya Caldwell heard the front door open downstairs and smiled as she could hear his footsteps walking along the hallway, then up the stairs. The twenty-year-old woman pushed her long, dark hair behind her head and looked at the bedroom door. It opened and there he stood – all six-feet-four-inches of him, short blonde hair and surprised look on his face. This quickly changed to a wide smile once he had figured out what was going to happen. Their roleplay was on. He got straight into it.

“Miss. I’ve been sent to you as I got caught having a wank in the toilets.” Stefan tried not to laugh.

Zofeya sat up on the bed and looked at him, a strict look on her face.

“Oh. I see. Having a wank were you, naughty boy.” She slowly got up from the bed and stood facing him, ensuring that her breasts touched his chest.

“And who caught you, you disgusting little pervert?” She ran her fingers down her boyfriend’s chest, continuing all the way down until she reached Stefan’s jeans.

She looked up into his deep blue eyes and licked her lips.

“Mrs. Hatton, Head Girl.” The tall man inhaled deeply as Zofeya ran her hands over the bulge that had appeared in his trousers.

She tried not to laugh at the mention of the Head of Music at her old school.

“Oh. Miss Hatton. I’m surprised that she didn’t offer to milk you herself.” She leaned in closer and reached up, pulled her boyfriend towards her and kissed his lips gently.

“I bet you would like that, you naughty little boy. Wouldn’t you?” she continued.

Stefan Bjorkman continued to kiss Zofeya’s dark hair as she pulled away, starting to concentrate on the bulge in the man’s trousers.

“She said I had to come to you and that you would take me in hand, Head Girl.” He smiled as Zofeya stopped stroking the front of his jeans and stared into his blue eyes.

“Oh, did she now?” Zofeya Caldwell laughed and turned her attention back to her boyfriend’s jeans.

“Better strip out of your clothes then, Stefan Bjorkman and I’ll 'deal' with you.” The dark-haired girl stepped back and turned her back on him, slowly removing her navy blazer and kicking off her black shoes.

She placed the blazer on the back of her chair before turning to face her boyfriend once more. He had already removed his shoes, socks and t-shirt and had pulled his jeans and boxer shorts down. He quickly removed these and stood there absolutely naked, large erect cock sticking out proudly in front of him.

“Looking forward to being spanked, are we?” Zofeya Caldwell purred.

She walked back to her boyfriend and took his fully-erect cock in her small right hand. She began slowly masturbating her boyfriend, looking up at him as she did so.

“Would you like to be milked, Stefan?” she whispered.

The tall Swedish student gasped and bent down to kiss his dark-haired girlfriend.

“Would you suck me off, Head Girl?” He started to touch Zofeya’s large breasts through her white school blouse.

“That could get us in so much trouble.” She lifted her head and kissed him on the lips.

“I’m sure that Miss Hatton wouldn’t suck you off, you naughty little pervert.” She led him to the double bed and gently positioned him until he was lying on his back.

The young couple played for over an hour, during which time Zofeya had made her boyfriend squirt three times. The dark-haired woman had received three powerful orgasms in return as her thank you. She rolled over and looked at Stefan, who had dozed off and was sleeping soundly next to her. The twenty-year-old carefully got to her feet and replaced her knickers and bra before pulling a t-shirt on and wrapping her red dressing gown around her. She slipped her small feet into her cosy slippers and quietly made her way downstairs, where she made herself a cup of tea and sat at the kitchen table thinking to herself.

She was shaken from her daydream by her housemate, Jessica, who smiled as she discovered Zofeya sitting in the kitchen.

“Hi, Sweetie. What have you been up to this afternoon – lots of studying, I can see!” the short, blonde-haired girl laughed.

Zofeya Caldwell looked up at her friend and smiled back, tightening the grip she had on her warm cup with her small hands.

“Hey. I’ve had an afternoon off so was just chilling.” She smiled and got to her feet.

“Do you want a cup of tea?” Zofeya Caldwell asked.

Jessica Norman touched Zofeya on her right arm with her large right hand.

“I’d love a coffee and then you can tell me all about your afternoon “off.” The twenty-year-old second-year student smiled, already knowing what her sweet housemate had been up to.

Zofeya Caldwell made her friend a coffee and placed it on the kitchen table. She sat down and waited for the blonde-haired History student to return. Once Jessica had carried her bags to her bedroom, she walked down the stairs and back into the small kitchen where she sat down at the table across from her friend.

“So, how was your day “off” Zoe?” She sipped at her coffee not taking her light blue eyes from Zofeya.

“It was nice. I did what he wanted me to do. It was nice.” Zofeya Caldwell tried to convince herself.

Jessica Norman nodded her head.

“Nice? You don’t seem too convinced about that, Lovely. So it wasn’t mind-blowing then?” She reached across the table and took Zofeya’s small right hand in her large left hand.

The dark-haired twenty-year-old law student shook her head and sighed.

“I loved the sex but the dressing up part really freaked me. I hated being made to wear that horrible uniform,” Zofeya smiled.

“I can imagine it’s weird but it’s a common kink, you know?” Jessica squeezed her friend’s hand before continuing.

“Zoe. Do you know what I do for my part-time job?”

Zofeya Caldwell shook her head.

“Well, although I went to a really posh school I went on a scholarship for girls from disadvantaged backgrounds – and my, was my background disadvantaged!”

Jessica let her friend’s hand go and picked up her cup, taking a mouthful of coffee.

“I came from a rough-as-fuck council estate but got accepted into the oh, so very prestigious Hillhead College, because my Head Mistress recognised how academic I was. She pulled some strings and so I went to a very different school from my council estate friends. I worked bloody hard and eventually, in Sixth Form, by the time I had managed to lose my accent and had started to talk posh, I managed to become Head Girl.” Jessica smiled and licked her lips.

“As Head Girl, I had to maintain discipline amongst the other girls and I really enjoyed it. So, when I came here and needed a part-time job to make ends meet, I looked on the internet and got involved in doing sessions, making videos and doing spanking modelling.” She emptied her cup and stood up, placing the empty cup in the sink.

She turned and faced Zofeya, who was still sitting at the table, looking at her.

“Sessions? What do you mean?” Zofeya Caldwell was confused.

“Well, I make videos of me spanking naughty men, or do a photo shoot of me spanking them, and I sometimes meet guys and spank them – for money!” she laughed.

“Really?” The twenty-year-old was shocked.

“Yep. I also work online – that’s really well paid for what’s expected of you.” She sat back down.

“I can make a guy on webcam stand in the corner of the room and make him face the wall with his hands on his head. I’ll leave him there for an hour while I go and do other stuff. He gets his kink massaged and I’m getting £2 a minute!” She burst out laughing.

“God!” Zofeya was shocked and wanted to know more.

“Sometimes I meet them and punish them because that’s their kink – I have lots of toys and clothes to cater for almost every demand. Some are pretty straight forward but some really ask an awful lot!” Jessica ran her right hand through her blonde hair before continuing.

“Do you want to have a look at my things, Zoe?” She smiled at her friend.

“I get spanked if I’m naughty but never thought about it as a kink and the whole school uniform thing makes me cringe.” She looked over at her sweet-looking friend.

“You get spanked?” Jessica Norman sat at the table open-mouthed.

“By my neighbour. She’s an ex-School Mistress – History Mistress actually, and she spanks me if I upset my mum.”

Zofeya took a deep breath and looked dreamily at her friend, thinking about her neighbour, Pauline Manson.

“Pervert!” Jessica said before laughing loudly. “Tell me about her,” she said, genuinely interested.

Zofeya Caldwell pulled her dressing gown tightly around her shoulders and smiled at her friend.

“She’s lovely. Very plain-looking but I just love her. I love it when she has my bare bottom over her knee and spanks me – no matter how painful it is. She then soothes me, and I really love giving her things back too.” The dark-haired girl looked at the kitchen floor.

Jessica and Zofeya sat at the table in silence for a few moments before Jessica spoke.

“Come on, Sweetie. Come and have a look at Head Girl Hannah’s toys.” She stood up and looked across at her friend.

“Head Girl Hannah?” Zofeya Caldwell asked, confused.

Jessica Norman smiled at her friend.

“My alter-ego. She can be a real bitch if that’s what someone asks for.”

Zofeya got to her feet and willingly followed her friend into her bedroom. Within moments, the blonde-haired girl had opened her wardrobe and was pulling out various outfits, placing them on her double bed. She smiled at the dark-haired girl, who laughed as she piled nurse’s uniform, Policewoman’s outfit, Army outfit, sexy dresses, gym kits and all manner of other clothing on her bed. Zofeya Caldwell also looked at Jessica’s own clothes and shoes. They were plentiful and all expensive-looking.

“I get loads of gifts from my clients for what I do.” She answered when she noticed her friend looking at her collection of shoes.

“Wow!” Zofeya exclaimed.

“Ah, and here is my personal favourite – the guys seem to go crazy for Hannah in this.” She held the clothes hangers containing her school uniform in her right hand.

“Nicer than my horrible old thing!” Zofeya Caldwell replied.

Jessica Norman shrugged her shoulders. Deep down, she did quite like the light grey blazer and grey skirt with the short-sleeved light blue blouse.

“Even have my old Head Girl’s badge!” She smiled as she waved the blazer at her friend so that she got a good look at the small red coloured shield on her left lapel.

After Jessica had removed a good selection of her outfits, she brought out two large suitcases from underneath her bed and unzipped them. Over the next few minutes, she threw her various spanking implements on top of her clothes that covered her bed. Zofeya Caldwell immediately picked up her friend’s clothes brush and studied it closely.

“Pauline uses one similar to this on me if I’ve been naughty.” She smiled as she placed it back on the bed and watched as more implements appeared.

“I make it hurt like hell. Always did at school so do try to replicate that true feeling in my sessions!” she laughed.

Finally, the blonde-haired girl knelt on the bedroom floor and reached under her bed, bringing out a long document tube. She then stood up and opened it and revealed her collection of canes.

“Ever been caned, Zoe?” She playfully swished the blue-handled cane in her right hand, the thin cane making an impressive “swoosh!” sound as it moved through the air.

Zofeya laughed.

“Yes. I really don’t like it.” She could feel herself becoming turned on at the thought of punishment.

The girls chatted and touched the implements and outfits for a while before Jessica paused and spoke.

“Zoe. If you hate that uniform and don’t want to do it again, then I have a sure-fire way of putting Stefan off wanting to have sex with you whilst wearing it.”

Zofeya Caldwell smiled and brushed her long dark hair behind her ears, her long hair falling neatly behind her back.

“I really don’t want to dress up in my St. Katherine’s uniform.” She smiled as Jessica took both her hands in hers.

“Okay. Then this is what we’ll do. Call it an early Christmas present from Head Girl Hannah.”

A week later, Stefan Bjorkman arrived home early in the afternoon and smiled as he thought to himself how he would spend the time on his own. After a quick lunch, he would slob out in front of the TV watching the ice hockey before making dinner for Zofeya and himself. Their housemate, Jessica, was home, but the girl always kept herself to herself and stayed in her bedroom most of the time. Either that, or she was out working. She seemed to work more at her job than at her studies, he thought to himself.

Stefan smiled as he poured himself a glass of orange juice and stood looking out of the kitchen window. All of a sudden he heard footsteps coming down the stairs and then walking into the kitchen. he turned around and stood open-mouthed with shock.

“What the fuck?” he spat out.

Jessica Norman smiled at him and did a twirl, allowing the Swedish man to get a good view of her in her predominantly grey Hillhead College uniform. The smile widened across her face as she saw the extremely tall student look her up and down, undoubtedly focusing on her impressive breasts, which stood out prominently underneath her light blue blouse.

“What do you think, Stefan? Do I make a convincing schoolgirl?” She slowly walked the few steps across the kitchen until she was standing within inches of the taller man.

Jessica Norman deliberately pushed her chest out so that her breasts touched Zofeya’s boyfriend’s chest.

“Very convincing, Jess.” Stefan Bjorkman gasped in shock, trying to make his excuses and get out of there.

Jessica Norman continued to smile. There was no way the extremely tall man was going to run away without being severely punished first.

“I need to talk to you, Stefan. I think you’ve upset Zofeya and I said that I’d sort things out for her.” The blonde-haired girl sat down at the kitchen table.

“What?” The twenty-one-year-old was confused.

“It seems that you made Zoe dress up in her old uniform despite the fact she really did not want to do that.” She played with her long blonde hair.

“I didn’t know it upset her. She seemed happy enough to go along with it.” He sat down opposite Jessica.

“I will talk it through with her when she gets home tonight. Don’t want to upset her,” he continued quietly.

The short, blonde-haired woman nodded sympathetically at her friend’s boyfriend, running her right hand over the small, shield-shaped metal “Head Girl” badge on the left lapel of her grey school blazer.

“Zoe asked me to deal with it and I intend to, Stefan Bjorkman.” Jessica smiled wickedly. “I intend to put you off your school uniform fantasy once and for all,” the young woman continued.

“What do you mean, 'put me off?' I don’t understand,” Stefan said worriedly.

The short, blonde-haired girl got to her feet slowly, placed her chair under the table quietly and began ironing the creases from her tight grey school skirt, all the time not taking her eyes from her friend’s boyfriend.

“I’ll put it this way. You made Zofeya suck you off and have sex with you while she was dressed in her school uniform. So, I intend to let you see me in my school uniform but, instead of fucking you, I’m going to spank you until you promise that you never want your girlfriend to dress up for sex ever again.” She licked her lips.

“I know all about you being spanked by her mum and also, how much you enjoyed it so I’m going to make sure that I cure you of your dirty little fantasy. Call it Head Girl Hannah’s therapy!”

Jessica took a deep breath, which caused her impressive breasts to rise up beneath her blazer and blouse and then fall back into position as she inhaled and then exhaled heavily.

“I don’t want that,” Zofeya’s boyfriend said quietly, looking down at the kitchen floor.

Jessica Norman laughed out loud and stared at the tall blonde-haired student.

“Well, you don’t have a choice, naughty. You either go over my knee or Zofeya will dump you.” She turned and walked across the kitchen until she was standing in the doorway.

“That’s your choice. I think you better come with me upstairs and we’ll sort this out, sweetie.” The blonde-haired girl turned and slowly walked along the hallway towards the stairs. Her high-heeled shoes noisily clicking as she went.

Stefan Bjorkman stood in the kitchen for a few moments and watched Jessica leave the room. He didn’t want to be dumped by Zofeya. He loved her. Within a few moments, he was following the short, blonde-haired girl up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Once he had reached the landing, he stood in the doorway to Jessica Norman’s bedroom and watched as the younger girl busied herself laying out her implements. She said nothing as she pulled her restraints out from underneath her bed and allowed the cuffs of the wrist and ankle restraints to fall to the carpeted floor. Once satisfied, she removed her grey blazer and placed it neatly on the back of the chair that was under her desk. She adjusted her hair, ironed the creases from her short-sleeved blue cotton blouse, adjusted her knee-length grey skirt and smiled as she noticed Stefan standing watching her from the landing.

“Come in and stand in front of my bed, you dirty pervert.” She smiled.

Jessica loved role-playing during her part-time job as a professional spanker and spanking model, but the opportunity to re-visit the real-life role of Head Girl was far too good an opportunity to pass up. In that year at Hillhead College, she had learned to spank long and spank hard. Her fellow students had soon learned to avoid being sent to her study to be disciplined for their poor behaviour or failings. Stefan Bjorkman was going to feel her displeasure at seeing her quiet friend upset. He would certainly never, ever want to ask the lovely Zofeya to dress up in her school uniform for him in order to have sex.

Stefan Bjorkman tentatively did as he was instructed and was soon standing at the bottom of Jessica Norman’s double bed. She walked across to him and sat down in front of the tall, blonde-haired man. She looked up at him through her bright blue eyes. The twenty-year-old woman looked up at him and nodded.

“Right. I want you to take all your clothes off – place them on my chair where my blazer is and then come and stand in front of me.” She stared at the extremely tall student.

“Please, Jessica. I promise that I’ll talk to Zoe and tell her that she doesn’t have to dress up ever again. I promise,” he said, almost pleading with her.

Jessica smiled to herself. She believed what he said but that didn’t change the situation. Stefan Bjorkman was going to feel her hard right hand, then her clothes brush, then her senior cane and then, finally, and most painfully for him, her birch, which she had been given as a gift from one of her pain sluts.

“I’ll make this simple for you. Either get your clothes off and stand in front of me there, or Zofeya will be dumping you. Your choice. As simple as that!” She raised her voice slightly.

Stefan looked down at the younger woman. She had placed her large hands in her grey skirted lap and continued to stare up at him. He decided that he would do as he had been instructed. Firstly, to save his relationship with Zofeya Caldwell. Secondly, because he fancied a spanking from a real-life Head Girl. He turned around and began to undress, slipping his t-shirt over his head and placing it on the chair where Jessica had draped her blazer over the back. Next, he kicked off his trainers and socks, placing them under the chair and out of the way. Then came his jeans, which he unzipped and unbuttoned, slowly pulling them down and stepping out of them before picking them up, folding them and placing them over the back of the chair. Finally, and reluctantly, he pulled his black boxer shorts down and stepped out of them, placing them on top of the other clothes, before turning around and facing the blonde-haired woman, who tutted noisily at him.

She had noticed his erection.

“Naughty boy!” Jessica Norman acted shocked, but in truth, she was impressed. Zofeya had told her about Stefan’s impressively large cock.

“I’m so glad that at Hillhead I only had to spank naughty girls. You won’t go off on my knee while I’m smacking you, will you?” She licked her lips.

Stefan tried to cover his throbbing cock with his large hands, but it was no use.

“No, Jessica,” he whispered, embarrassed.

“Err. I think you should call me Head Girl until I’m finished with you, young man.” The twenty-year-old woman ironed the creases from her light blue cotton blouse with her hands before returning them to her lap.

“Are you sure that I don’t need to put a towel over my skirt in case you cum on me while I’m smacking your bottom?” Jessica Norman was enjoying teasing her friend’s boyfriend.

“No, Miss,” the tall student answered quietly.

“Did you cum on Zofeya’s mum while she spanked you?” The blonde-haired girl looked Stefan up and down before continuing. “Relax. Zoe tells me everything and that includes you being spanked and having sex with her mum.” Jessica spread her legs wide. “Oh yes, I know absolutely everything, I can assure you of that,” she laughed.

Stefan Bjorkman remained silent and tried to look over Jessica’s head, not looking her in the eye.

“Very well. I want you to bend over my knees and lie flat. Place your legs up on the bed as you’re such a big boy. Put THAT between my legs.” She pointed to Stefan’s erect cock.

Without a word, the tall twenty-one-year-old reached over the short woman’s lap and did as instructed, exhaling heavily as he felt the sensation of his cock rubbing against Jessica’s school skirt. He lifted his legs and the woman helped position him until his legs were fully supported on the bed. The next sensation the Swedish student felt was Jessica Norman’s large left hand on his lower back and her right hand being rubbed across his bare bottom and backs of his legs.

“Now. We’ll start with a hand spanking on your bare bottom and thighs. You will not say a word and just take it. Do you understand, you dirty little pervert?” She continued rubbing her hands in circles across every inch of the bottom in front of her.

Stefan moaned.

“Yes, Miss.” He was enjoying feeling the sensation of Jessica’s short skirt and cotton blouse touching his bare skin.

“Very well. I’m sure Zoe’s mum smacked you in a nice way. I’ll show you what a proper spanking is really like!” She raised her voice.

Jessica Norman placed her left arm under Stefan’s waist and pulled the larger man close into her lap until he could feel the cool sensation of the buttons of the girl’s blouse touching his skin. Within moments, the ex-Head Girl had raised her large right hand in the air. She paused before beginning the onslaught against Stefan Bjorkman’s bottom. He really was going to be taught a lesson and would definitely not want to ask his girlfriend to dress up in future.

“Bad, bad boy!” Jessica hissed, bringing her hard right hand down across the muscular centre of the older man’s bottom.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The experienced spanker laid out a series of slow and extremely hard slaps across the young man’s bottom.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Jessica concentrated on targeting the student’s fleshy bottom with a series of slow and full-force smacks. He hardly showed any reaction and took them well. The ex-Head Girl smiled as she paused to adjust her blonde hair, pushing it back behind her ears with her right hand. She tightened her grip on Stefan, holding him securely over her knee and smiled to herself before resuming her onslaught.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The twenty-year-old said nothing, concentrating on holding the powerfully-build Stefan securely in position over her lap. He had still shown little reaction to the punishment so far, even if his pale bottom had started to turn a deep shade of pink. She rubbed his bottom briefly with her warm right hand before resuming his punishment.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Jessica Norman unleashed a rapid-fire hand spanking against Zofeya’s boyfriend’s lower bottom and tops of his legs. He wriggled slightly but remained silent. The blonde-haired girl smiled and repeated the treatment, catching him even lower down in order to cover his buttocks and backs of his legs.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

The experienced spanker paused and adjusted her light blue blouse. She would conclude the first part of his punishment with a series of slow, but extremely hard smacks that would begin to drive her message home.

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

“Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!” “Slap!”

Once she had decided to end this part of the student’s punishment, Jessica Norman brought her left arm out from under Stefan’s waist. She accidentally touched his cock in doing so. It was still rock solid.

Little bastard is enjoying this! she thought to herself.

“Get yourself up and hand me my clothes brush!” Jessica instructed sternly.

She moved her arms out of the way and sat up, allowing the large man to awkwardly get to his feet. Once standing, he looked down at his disciplinarian before turning and picking up the ebony-backed clothes brush from the desk. He turned around to face her, holding the small, innocent-looking brush out in his right hand. Jessica Norman took it from him and waved it in her right hand.

“Back over my lap and not a word, pervert,” she hissed.

Stefan Bjorkman gave his red and warm bottom one final rub with his hands before carefully lowering himself back over the blonde-haired girl’s lap. Once she was satisfied, she placed her left hand flat on her friend’s boyfriend’s lower back and rubbed the bristles of the brush gently against his warm buttocks.

“Now. I’m going to give you a seeing-to with my little favourite here, and you’re going to take it like a good little pervert. Do you understand me?” Jessica Norman turned the brush over and raised it in the air.

“Yes, Head Girl.” Stefan Bjorkman closed his eyes. The brush was going to hurt a lot more than Jessica’s hand.

Out of his sight, the ex-Head Girl took aim, smiled, took a deep breath and then brought the small brush through the air, the nasty piece of wood announcing its arrival against Stefan’s bottom with a loud “Thump!”

It immediately ignited an inferno in the Swedish student’s bottom and he wriggled and squirmed. Jessica simply laughed out loud and placed her left arm under his stomach and used all her strength to pull him tightly into her blue blouse and grey skirt. Once satisfied that he was securely in position, Jessica Norman went to work with her nasty brush. He would definitely not want to see his girlfriend dressed in school uniform after she had finished with him.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

Jessica rapped out half a dozen slow, and extremely hard, smacks with her ebony-backed brush against Stefan’s fleshy bottom. She deliberately pushed each smack as far into his bum cheek as she could in order to make this part of the punishment memorable. Zofeya’s boyfriend buried his face in his arms and tried to lie there and take what was coming his way.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

Jessica repeated the dose, tightening her grip around Stefan’s waist to stop him squirming and moving.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

Another dose across the fleshy centre of the twenty-one-year-old’s bottom.

Jessica Norman paused. She looked at Stefan’s bottom. It was beginning to turn a deep shade of red and the muscular man had several red handprints across the backs of legs from her hand spanking. The experienced spanker took a deep breath. She was beginning to sweat from the exertions and could feel that her lap was damp, and she was moist between her legs. The twenty-year-old spanker decided to push on with the punishment and teach Stefan Bjorkman a lesson that he would not be forgetting in a hurry. She raised the clothes brush in her large right hand once more and resumed her work.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

The strict young spanker brought her nasty brush down hard and expertly, alternately against the young man’s left and right buttocks. He squirmed but couldn’t go anywhere as Jessica held him securely in place over her lap with her strong left arm.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

Another slow and deliberate dose with the brush turned Stefan’s buttocks an even deeper shade of red.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

A ninety-second, rapid-fire spanking with the clothes brush ignited a fire in Zofeya’s boyfriend’s bottom. He tried to bury his face deeper in his arms to prevent the Head Girl from seeing that he had started crying. Jessica ignored the tall young man over her lap, instead concentrating on delivering a brushing to remember.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

After another dose of the brush across the fleshy centre of Stefan’s bottom, Jessica Norman laid the ebony-backed clothes brush against the creases in between his bottom and thighs and concluded this part of his punishment with twelve, slow, and extremely hard, smacks in this most delicate area. He would feel this for weeks after she had finished with him.

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

“Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!” “Thump!”

Zofeya’s housemate threw the nasty brush onto the bed behind her and removed her left arm from underneath Stefan’s stomach. She spent a few moments rubbing and massaging the blonde-haired man’s hot, swollen and sore bottom, smiling as she listened to his sniffs and sobs.

“Up you get and stand facing me, naughty,” Jessica Norman instructed quietly, tapping Stefan’s bottom gently with her large right hand.

Stefan Bjorkman lay across Jessica’s knees for a few moments before slowly struggling to his feet. His first reaction was to wipe his eyes and nose on his right hand before placing both hands on his hot and sore bottom and attempting to rub the heat and pain away. It was no use. He looked down at the carpeted floor in front of him before looking at Jessica, who was smiling at him.

“Now. Naughty pervert. Was that harder than what Zofeya’s mum did to you?” She smiled angelically at him, running her right hand through her blonde hair as she did so.

Stefan sniffed and thought to himself for a moment before answering.

“No, Miss. Diane really beat me hard,” he replied honestly.

Mistake.

Jessica Norman smiled wickedly at him and slowly got to her feet. She walked around to the head of her bed and took hold of the pillows. The experienced spanker walked back to Stefan and smiled at him once more as she piled her pillows on top of one another in the middle of her large double bed.

“Shame. Means I’ll have to get harder with you, Sweetie.” She touched her breasts through her blue cotton blouse and licked her lips.

“Lie face down on my bed – make sure your hips are resting on the pillows so that your backside is raised. I’ll have to show you what a proper caning is like, won’t I?” She placed her hands on her hips.

The twenty-one-year-old student obeyed without a word and was soon lying face down on Jessica’s bed, hips raised by the pillows. He buried his head in his arms and waited for his punishment to resume.

Out of his sight, Jessica walked around to the top left-hand corner of her bed and bent down, picking up the Velcro restraints. She laughed to herself before roughly grabbing Stefan’s left wrist and quickly securing him. Then came the young man’s left ankle. Again, the no-nonsense spanker wasted no time in securing him to the bed. She then repeated the procedure to his right ankle and wrist until he was totally secured to the bed. He was going nowhere, no matter how hard he may struggle.

Blonde-haired Jessica left Stefan Bjorkman to think about what was coming his way before she turned around and walked to her wardrobe where she opened the door and smiled as she brought out her document tube. She unzipped the long hardcovered tube, making as much noise as possible, but Stefan remained still. Out of his sight, the young disciplinarian brought out her favourite blue-handled cane. She smiled at the shortened twenty-four-inch rattan cane. She placed the tube on her desk and walked around to the left-hand side of her double bed and looked down upon her friend’s boyfriend.

“Now. You dirty boy. You’re going to get caned until I’m satisfied that you’ve learned your lesson and that you won’t want to ask poor Zoe to dress up in her uniform for you ever again. Do you understand?” Jessica raised the cane in her right hand, ensuring that Stefan would see it when he turned his head.

“Yes, Miss. I won’t ask her again, I promise,” he replied quietly, noticing the thin cane in her right hand.

“Good. I know that you’ve been caned before, so I’ll have to do it harder so that you remember it, won’t I?” Jessica Norman tapped Stefan’s bottom gently with her cane.

“Yes, Miss,” Stefan Bjorkman reluctantly replied before burying his face in the pillow in front of him.

“Who have you been caned by before, naughty boy?” The short, blonde-haired lady paused and adjusted her blouse before returning her attention to the bottom lying in front of her.

Stefan turned his head to the left once more and looked up at Jessica Norman, who had taken up her caning position across from him. She had her left hand on her left hip, her left foot was out in front of her right and her left knee was slightly bent. The twenty-year-old girl had resumed gently tapping his already sore and hot bottom with her nasty cane.

“Ms. Caldwell and my grandmother, Miss.” He took a deep breath, knowing what was coming his way in a short while.

Thanks to the restraints, which had been secured tightly, he was going nowhere. There would be no escape from the angry ex-Head Girl’s cane.

“I want you to think about Zoe’s mum and your grandmother with each stroke.” Jessica raised the cane in the air and held it there.

“No need to count because I’m going to cane you until I am satisfied. When I stop and we have our little chat, if I’m not convinced that you’re not over your schoolgirl fantasy, then I’ll cane you some more.” She laughed sweetly. The next sensation Stefan Bjorkman felt was Jessica’s thin cane connecting with the already sore centre of his muscular bottom with a loud “Thwack!” The sound echoed around the bedroom.

The pain made the tall Swedish man wince and bury his head into the pillow. Across from where he lay, Jessica smiled and returned her concentration to Stefan’s punishment. She wrapped out a further eleven, slow and full-force swipes of her cane across the centre of the older man’s bare bottom. She said nothing as she slowly laid out her strokes.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

To his credit, Stefan Bjorkman took the first part of his caning well. Thanks to the restraints he could not move, but he did his very best not to squirm and move and his stubbornness ensured that he did not shout out or plead for Jessica to stop. It would do no good anyway, just as it had done him no good during those canings and birchings that he had received from his grandmother many years ago. She had punished him until she was satisfied that he was sorry for his behaviour and would not repeat his mistakes in future.

The twenty-year-old ex-Head Girl paused and leaned in close, gently running her cool right hand over Stefan’s hot and swollen bottom. It was a bright shade of red and it now had a dozen, deep red, tram lines from her cane which stood out prominently. Jessica smiled at the thought.

“Still got it, Jess!” The blonde-haired girl smiled.

“You’re doing really well, sweetie, but Miss isn’t finished with you quite yet,” she announced quietly.

With that, she re-took her position at Stefan’s left-hand side and once happy with her stance, administered another dozen full-force strokes across the blonde-haired man’s bottom.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

The young lady delivered the next dozen strokes slightly lower down than her first set, the smile widening across her face as she saw the new set of red tram lines appear on the bottom in front of her. Zofeya’s boyfriend took them well, not moving about in a vain attempt to avoid the cane, but he was crying loudly, and the tears were flowing freely into Jessica’s pillow.

“Well done, sweetie. We’re nearly there and then we can have our chat.” She smiled as he moved his head to look up at her.

Jessica adjusted her skirt and blouse before resuming her position, cane tapping Stefan’s bottom until she was happy where her final strokes would land. She took aim against the lower part of his buttocks and tops of his thighs. This would be a reminder for days to come that he needed to behave himself for his girlfriend.

“Another twelve and I warn you now, Stefan, that these will hurt.” Jessica Norman smiled sweetly. “Do you understand?” she continued.

Stefan sobbed and tried to catch his breath. It took him a few moments before he quietly replied.

“Yes, Miss.” He immediately returned his face to the pillow in front of him and awaited the final strokes.

“Very well.” Jessica Norman checked her position one final time before flicking her long, blonde hair behind her ears.

She raised the cane, took a deep breath and brought the cane through the air, landing seconds later right in the crease between Stefan’s right bum cheek and thigh.

“Thwack!”

Zofeya’s boyfriend began crying uncontrollably into the pillow, and tried to move about, but it was no good as the restraints held him securely. Jessica smiled to herself and waited a few moments before delivering her next stroke.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

The blonde-haired girl paused and looked at her friend’s boyfriend’s bottom. It had a neat set of pronounced red lines across it. His lower buttocks and thighs were also red and undoubtedly sore and would mean that he would not be able to sit without feeling it for days afterwards. She touched her right breast with her left hand through her light blue blouse and smiled. She had to admit that as Head Girl at Hillhead College she had enjoyed nothing more than slapping a naughty girl as hard as she physically could across the bare legs. Even better if she could catch them between buttock and thigh so that they felt it every time they bent down.

Zofeya’s housemate laid the cane out across Stefan’s bottom one final time.

“Now, you naughty boy. The last stroke is always the hardest, so prepare yourself for it.” She smiled as she saw him tense his bottom.

“Thwack!”

The cane left one final, neat red line right across the crease in between Stefan’s left buttock and thigh. Zofeya’s boyfriend pushed his face deeper into the pillow and was sobbing and sniffing.

Out of his sight, Jessica placed her cane on her desk and picked up her document tube once again, smiling as the implement she wanted slid out and into her right hand. She placed the tube on the floor and walked round to the left side of her bed.

“Look at me,” Jessica Norman instructed softly and waited until Stefan Bjorkman complied.

The look of shock on his face indicated to the twenty-year-old that her punishment had worked.

“Please, Miss – not the birch! I’ll be good, I promise and treat Zoe correctly. Please!” he pleaded in between the tears, sniffs and sobs.

The blonde-haired girl laughed and swished the bundle of birch rods through the air, licking her lips at the swooshing sound they made.

“I think that under the circumstances, that Miss will be kind to you, young man.” Jessica deliberately, and gently, touched Stefan’s back and bottom with the collection of birch rods.

“But be warned, pervert. If I ever have to punish you for your behaviour or demands of Zofeya, then I’ll not spank you – I’ll simply tie you down and birch your arse until it is raw. Do I make myself clear?” the short, blonde-haired woman asked with a stern look across her face.

“Yes, Miss. I promise I’ll be good and do whatever Zoe asks me. And you, of course,” Stefan spat out, tears falling onto the pillow.

Jessica Norman laughed.

“I know you will, sweetie.” She turned and put the birch back into her case and left the bedroom.

She returned after a few minutes with a tube of cream and a pack of plasters and sat down on the left-hand side of the bed. Jessica and Stefan talked about why he had been punished, how he had upset his girlfriend and what he could do to avoid such situations in future. As they chatted, the disciplinarian rubbed cooling cream into Stefan’s red, marked and swollen bottom before placing a small plaster on a cut that had appeared on his right buttock. Once she had tidied her implements away and placed the rubbish in the bin, she untied him.

“Now, naughty. I want you to go to your bedroom until Miss Zoe gets home and then you can show both of us how sorry you are.” Jessica Norman took a deep breath, large breasts unintentionally being pushed out proudly in front of her.

Stefan slowly and awkwardly got up from the bed, picked up his clothes from the chair and went to his bedroom as he had been instructed. He lay, face down on his bed, trying to soothe his swollen and burning buttocks with his hands. He could feel the marks that the cane had left across his bottom and smiled awkwardly. Despite his discomfort, he had really enjoyed being over Jessica’s knees and was so aroused by it all. He soon found himself removing his hands from his bum and placing his right hand around his throbbing cock. He slowly began to masturbate.

Thirty minutes later, Zofeya arrived home from University and sat at the kitchen table with Jessica. Her blonde-haired housemate had made her a cup of tea and had explained in detail how she had dealt with Stefan earlier that afternoon. She had remained dressed in her school uniform and smiled as she assured Zofeya Caldwell that her boyfriend was extremely sorry for what he had asked her to do and that he wouldn’t be making such demands of her in the future. If he did, Jessica Norman told her, all she had to do was tell her about any unwelcome demands and Stefan would receive the birch until he gave up his annoying fantasy.

“I really enjoyed myself, Zoe – such a turn on!” the twenty-year-old student laughed.

Zofeya stood up and walked out into the hallway, standing at the bottom of the stairs and returning her full attention to her housemate.

“I’ll go and see him – think you should come too, seen as he can apologise to you for making you punish him.” The dark-haired girl waited for her shorter friend to join her at the bottom of the stairs.

A few moments later, the girls walked into Stefan’s bedroom. He had heard footsteps climbing the stairs and had wisely removed his hand from his erect cock. He lay face down, turning around when he heard the door to his bedroom open.

Zofeya walked in, smiling. He turned to face her, noticing that Jessica was there too. The dark-haired girl sat on the edge of his double bed and immediately began to touch his red and sore bottom with her cold hand. The sensation was amazing, and he winced.

“I’m sorry, Zoe. I didn’t know that you didn’t want to dress up for me. All you had to do was say no to me,” he spat out quickly.

“Sssshh!” She placed her right index finger over her lips to indicate to him that he needed to be quiet.

Stefan obeyed, aware that Jessica was watching him from the doorway.

Stefan Bjorkman’s girlfriend soothed his bottom for a while before she looked across at Jessica and then began removing her clothes.

“God. It’s warm in here, isn’t it?” she exclaimed, before pulling her thick, grey woollen jumper over her head and throwing it on the floor.

Next, she kicked off her black shoes and unzipped her denim jeans which, once free of them, were thrown on the bedroom floor. Stefan looked across at Jessica, and that back to Zofeya, who had removed her socks and was now lying next to him, wearing nothing but her silky white bra and knickers with the hint of black on them. She touched his throbbing cock and kissed him on the mouth.

“Now that you won’t be naughty again, Miss Zofeya is going to show you what good boys get when they are well behaved.” She sat up and removed her bra.

She threw it on the floor and busied herself removing her knickers, which soon joined the growing pile of clothes on the bedroom floor. Stefan began gently touching his girlfriend’s large breasts, gently kissing her large, dark nipples. Zofeya returned her attention to touching and stroking his cock and balls, all the time, kissing his bare chest.

“As a special treat, Miss is going to show that she has forgiven you too.” She looked over at Jessica, who slowly walked to the left-hand side of the bed and sat down next to Stefan.

He had no idea what to do.

The twenty-one-year-old wanted to play with his girlfriend’s breasts but also wanted to touch Jessica Norman’s blouse and skirt. Zofeya’s friend quickly slipped off her flat, black school shoes which hit the floor with a loud “thud!” “thud!” before she pulled the white ankle socks off and threw them on the floor. Next, she reached under her grey skirt and struggled out of her school-style knickers which also ended up on the floor. She watched Zofeya Caldwell, kissing and touching Stefan and decided to go to work on him. She moved to the bottom of the bed and took the student’s large cock in her right hand.

Jessica slowly and gently began to masturbate Stefan, moving his impressive shaft backwards and forwards, all the time stroking his large balls with her left hand, ensuring that her long fingernails added to the sensation. After a short while, the blonde-haired girl could feel her right arm becoming tired and carefully placed the young man’s erect cock in her warm mouth. She slowly and gently sucked and pushed it deeper into her mouth before bringing it back out. She laughed as she watched Zofeya still kissing and touching Stefan, before taking him in her mouth once more, this time licking from the tip to the shaft of his large manhood.

After about five minutes, the blonde-haired girl had brought Stefan Bjorkman to the point of climax and had just placed his cock back inside her mouth when she felt him shudder on the bed. The next sensation that Jess felt was Stefan’s warm, gloopy cum heading to the back of her throat. She held his legs tightly and stayed as still as she could, taking every drop, before swallowing. Once satisfied that there was no more, she pulled away slowly and brought him out of her mouth, licking and cleaning every last drop from his cock.

Jessica slowly got up from the bed and watched as Zofeya continued to kiss and touch Stefan. While she did this, the blonde-haired girl, unbuttoned her light blue blouse and placed it on the desk in the corner of the room, she then unfastened her bra and threw this on the floor. Next, she unzipped her skirt and threw it down before lying on the bed next to Stefan, who had caught his second wind. He was busily and noisily, sucking, licking and touching Zofeya’s impressive breasts.

Long-haired Zofeya got up from the bed, and, on seeing that Stefan was ready to go again, climbed on top of him and carefully slipped his impressive cock inside her wet pussy. She began riding him slowly, building the intensity. As his girlfriend was doing this, the shaven-headed student tried to concentrate on her breasts.

Jessica Norman lay on the left side of the bed and stroked the Swedish student’s shaven head gently. He turned to her and kissed her full on the mouth, his tongue gently touching the inside of her warm mouth. Next, she felt his large hands touching her breasts, the way he touched and twisted her nipples turning her on beyond belief. She continued to kiss and touch him as Zofeya frantically bounced up and down on his large cock, Stefan’s balls slapping noisily against her bottom and thighs.

After about ten minutes, Stefan shot his load once more, this time inside Zofeya who screamed as she came. She continued to bounce up and down, ensuring that she took every drop of Stefan, before pushing his cock out and rolling over next to him. She began gently kissing and touching him as he held her tightly with his right arm.

“Do Jessica to show her that you’re truly sorry,” she purred.

Stefan Bjorkman looked over at her confused. He then looked over at Jessica, who was lying next to him, legs spread wide. She took his large left hand with her right and slowly, and carefully, placed his first two fingers inside her wet pussy. Without being prompted, the twenty-one-year-old expertly began to massage Jessica’s clit, moving backwards and forwards slowly, ensuring that he touched her everywhere. Once he knew that the blonde-haired girl was close to orgasm, he rapidly moved his fingers inside her, pushing deeper and deeper until he heard the girl’s moans become louder and louder, until eventually she tensed her muscles and came loudly, before collapsing on her back on his bed.

The three housemates remained in bed for an hour afterwards, still occasionally touching and teasing one another. Stefan remained quiet, too busy cuddling both ladies as he lay in the middle of his bed. Eventually, it was Jessica who got up first, picking up her blue blouse from the floor before putting it on but leaving the buttons undone. She picked up the rest of her clothes before leaning over the bed and kissing both Stefan and Zofeya passionately on the lips. The blonde-haired girl smiled at the couple before she headed back to her bedroom to calm herself down.

“Zoe, I am sorry for making you dress up in your uniform, especially when you didn’t want to do it,” he said quietly, turning over to look at the dark-haired girl.

Zofeya Caldwell took a few moments before she moved her head in order to focus on her boyfriend.

“I just hate my school uniform that’s all. I’d wear almost anything else for you, if that’s your kink.” She gently stroked Stefan’s short hair with her right hand.

“I must admit though, that I do like Jessica’s uniform and wouldn’t mind a spanking from her myself!” She smiled and kissed Stefan on the lips.

“Maybe we can massage your kink in the future, if you promise to be a good boy, that is,” she laughed.

Stefan Bjorkman smiled back at the beautiful, dark-haired, law student, moving around until he had placed his arm under her. He pulled her close and hugged her tightly.

“Thank you, Zofeya. I love you.” He laughed and kissed her softly on the mouth.

Zofeya Caldwell turned over and looked at the bedroom wall. She began thinking to herself about Jessica’s part-time job and quickly decided to ask her confident friend more about it. She really fancied becoming a spanking model, or a domme, or whatever it was that Jessica Norman called herself.