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Mrs Helen Benson was a widow and she was keen that Harry, now just 19, succeeded in his career whatever that might be. There was a problem. He had not passed his final maths exam with a good enough grade to enter university in the autumn of 1960 but there were retakes in late August which, if he passed well enough, would get him.
She was having a cup of tea with her friend Mrs Liz Hill, another widow. They had much in common and were best friends. Both were very attractive 40 year olds. Mrs Benson had a slim curvaceous figure with straight straw coloured hair, firm breasts and a pretty face. Mrs Hill was shorter with wavy brown hair and a well-proportioned but more cuddly figure and a nice smile.
“I would recommend a tutor I used for my Bethan last summer. He coached her well and this year she passed with flying colours!” said Liz.
“He’s good?” asked Helen.
“Oh, yes, very good but rather strict.”
“Oh, in what way?”
“He pushes them quite hard and expects lots of study and completed homework” Liz advised her.
“Well if we are paying that is fair” Helen replied.
“”He also notified me that he if he felt it was necessary, corporal punishment must be used.”
Helen blushed.
“I see….and did….”
Liz almost bushed too.
“Er…yes. Bethan was caned several times. I think it did her some good even though her bottom was well marked for a week.”
Helen was mildly shocked. Liz continued.
“I have to say that my own experiences of the cane were painful but I felt it would be necessary if her tutor said so.”
Liz was only giving Helen part of the story. She continued.
“Has Harry had the cane at all? I understand the boys’ HM Mr Brown is a keen user of corporal punishment.”
“Oh, yes, four times to my knowledge and there may have been others. You know what boys are like!”
Helen pondered this matter. She felt now Harry was nearly 19 he may be too old for the cane.
“I expect you had the cane when younger, Helen?”
“No. No, I was never that naughty” replied Helen.
Liz noticed that her friend was a little uncomfortable talking about corporal punishment.
The next day Helen went along to a large Victorian house in a leafy lane and knocked on the door. A charming man aged about 45 came to the door, smartly dressed.
Helen introduced herself and said she had been advised to contact him by Liz Hill.
“Do come in, I am indeed Howard Hunter” he said shaking hands with her.
He took her upstairs to a room he used for tutorials. It had bookshelves, a blackboard and easel, a couple of desks plus one he sat at. They then went to his study. It was panelled and had a heavy leather topped desk, more bookshelves and a cupboard. He invited Helen to sit in a comfy chair. He watched closely as she sat down and admired her figure and legs.
They discussed the coaching and fees and Helen asked if Harry could start soon Howard agreed.
“I ought to tell you, Helen, that I do insist on hard work and my requirements include consent to use corporal punishment” he advised her.
Helen blushed.
“How exactly do you mean, Mr Hunter?”
He stood and went to his cupboard and selected a cane. He came over to Helen and flexed it in both hands.
“Six of the best usually helps to focus their attention.”
Helen gazed at the supple cane and went very red.”
Howard continued.
“Do you approve of the use of the cane, Helen?”
“Er…um...well, Mr Hunter, I hope it won’t be necessary but if it is….”
Howard took this to be consent.
“You have had the cane yourself, I presume?”
Again Helen squirmed at the thought.
“No. No I…er...no I was not caned…”
“Very well, Harry can start tomorrow at 8.30am if you wish” he announced.
Helen walked home thinking about the very attractive Howard and his cane.
The next morning Harry arrived at Mr Hunter’s house and was taken up to the study.
Howard was surprised Harry was nearly 19 as he look about 16. He had fair hair and a nice body. Harry listened attentively as Howard explained the tutorials and what their goal was. Harry agreed.
“And if you do not work hard or fail to complete homework I may have to use corporal punishment. Have you had the cane?”
Harry was a little startled as he thought that since leaving his college a week ago that would be the end of sore bottoms.
“Um, yes, yes I have been caned. I did visit Mr Brown’ study several times.”
“Ah, he is still going!” exclaimed Howard thinking about the times Mr Brown had striped his own bottom as he bent over a chair in his study. The smell of the room and worn carpet came flooding back as did the sound of the cane.
“He is well over retirement age but is leaving at the end of next term I believe.”
Howard nodded at this news.
Ten days later Harry was agitated. He had not completed his homework and had been kept back the next day to do it. The grandfather clock downstairs struck 4.30pm as he faced the wall outside Mr Hunter’s study. The wall was similar to that outside Mr Brown’s study. The butterflies in his stomach were the same. His bottom felt exposed and prickly in anticipation.
“Come in.”
Harry entered and stood by Mr Hunter’s desk. It was just like Mr Brown’s study.
“Now Harry, I think a taste of the cane is needed to keep you focussed. I am giving you six of the best.”
Mr Hunter stood and took a cane from his cupboard.
“Bend over the desk.”
Harry could barely believe this was happening but moved to the desk and bent over and held the far edge.
He was not wearing a jacket but his nice bottom was well presented. Mr Hunter placed the cane across his cute cheeks.
Swish-crack! Harry gasped.
Swish-crack! Mr Hunter could cane as well as Mr Brown.
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack! That hurt but would Mr Hunter make sure the sixth was harder as Mr Brown did?
Swwish-craaack! He did and it stung.
A few minutes later Harry set off home and Mr Hunter ran his cane through his hand as he watched Harry walk down his driveway to the road. As he did so a pretty girl called Bridget walk up to the front door.
Several minutes later Bridget was in Mr Hunter’s study facing his desk.
“My mother said I should apologise for missing two sets of homework, Mr Hunter. I chose to go to the youth club with friends rather than study.” She looked contrite.
“Bridget, you are on the brink of exams and should pass with a top grade but you must stay focussed.”
Bridget looked at the floor. Her blond hair was in a bun at the back and her summer dress made her look so pretty. She too was close to her nineteenth birthday.
“Did your mother say anything else?” he asked.
Bridget looked at the floor again and spoke hesitatingly.
“Um, yes. She said that you were to cane me again.”
Mr Hunter stood and fetched the cane that had just striped Harry’s lovely bottom.
“Six of the best again, Bridget. Bend over.”
The girl bent over and touched her toes. Mr Hunter lifted her dress to reveal her delightful backside in white cotton pants. He stood to her side and tapped the cane on her cheeks.
Two weeks later Harry found himself over Mr Hunter’s desk again but this time his underpants were taught across his bottom and his trousers were on the floor.
His bottom was stinging from six strokes of the cane. A neat set of six parallel weals marked his pale cheeks.
”Stand up, Harry”.
He stood and rubbed his bottom. His aroused penis pushed the front of his underpants out. Only two hours earlier Bridget had been caned again and as she stood and jigged up and down her hands went down the back of her pants and he saw several red weals on her right cheek.
“It is your exam tomorrow and I am expecting good things, Harry.”
“Yes, Mr Hunter.”
That evening Helen was walking past the bathroom and the door was ajar. Harry was examining his bottom in front of the mirror. His erection stood stiffly upwards. From the dark landing she could see he had been caned – well caned – but she slipped away without him realising she had been there.
Ten days later the exam result was received in a brown envelope that dropped on the doormat. Harry tore it open. He had got top grade and would be at university in a few weeks. At Bridget’s house her envelope arrived too – top marks again.
Later that morning Harry telephoned Mr Hunter and told him.
“Marvellous news, Harry. Good luck at university.”
He put the phone down and faced Bridget.
“So pleased about you top marks” he said.
“I wanted to thank you in person, Mr Hunter, and, of course, well…” her voice trailed off.
He waited patiently for her to continue.
“Well, it is hard to say...but those canings…well they really worked for me!”
Mr Hunter nodded. His penis was stiffening inside his tweed trousers.
“And…well…would you cane me again…just as a reminder…please?”
He stood.
“Very well, Bridget, if that is what you wish. Stand up and then bend over.”
Bridget stood and moved close to the desk. She lifted her dress and lowered her pants. She leaned forward and held the edge of the desk and pushed her bare bottom back.
Mr Hunter selected a longer cane with plenty of spring in it. He stood to her side after he had lowered her pants a little further and folded her dress up so it would not fall. Her pink anus was on show as were copious brown curls on her pussy.
Six slowly delivered strokes were given each leaving a long red line across Bridget’s pretty backside. She gasped and grunted at each stroke and remained in position after number six.
Bridget stood and rubbed her bare bottom.
“Gosh, that was super, Mr Hunter. Thank you. Thank you so much!”
She dressed and kissed him then made her way home with a spring in her step.
Two days after Harry had left for university Helen was passing Mr Hunter’s gate as he entered. He invited her in. In his study they spoke about Harry’s success.
“Yes. Took one or two measures to help him along but a great outcome” said Howard.
Helen looked at the desk.
“Yes, you mean…you mean you did have to cane him?” said Helen feigning knowledge of the corporal punishment Harry had received deservingly.
“Oh, yes, four time altogether.”
Howard Hunter did not need to check his punishment book to count the times Harry’s name was in there. In fact after making the last entry he had flicked back through the pages and noted that Liz Hill was due another taste of the cane. Her last visit had been three weeks ago.
“I expect your canings were effective then?” she added.
“I think so. The cane can be very effective. Surely you have had it applied to your bottom, Helen?”
“No. No, never” she mumbled.
She continued. “Some of my friends were caned but…I expect it stings…I saw their stripes…”
There was silence in the room.
Mr Hunter stood. He took Helen’s hand. She stood.
“Well it is not too late to discover the kiss of the cane, Helen. Perhaps you would like a taste now?”
Halen was like putty in his hands and weak at the knees.
She whispered. “Yes…please.”
He guided her to the desk.
“I suggest you remove your slacks” he advised.
Helen looked flustered but took them off and put them on a side table with her shoes. She looked very pretty in her pants and blouse and her mons pubis stood out well.
“Bend over the desk and hold the far edge, Helen” he said gently.
Howard then lifted her blouse and tucked it under her bra straps. Her back and lower body were beautifully smooth. His finger gently traced a line down her back and across her cheeks. Helen sighed. His finger touched her anus and then he briefly caressed her pussy making her sigh again.
He selected a thin whippy cane from his cupboard. Helen watched him flex it. At least it didn’t look as nasty as the one she had seen a few weeks ago.
“I think we can warm you up a little with this one” he said tapping it on her superb cheeks.
Mr Hunter drummed it many times on her cheeks. Helen was so aroused by it she struggled to hold the desk but thrust her bottom right back as she groaned and yelped.
He stopped.
His hand roved across her bottom.
Helen laid her head on the desk. Then she felt his fingers in her knickers. Down they came slowly. He did not resist. Mr Hunter knelt as he lowered the soft pants. Helen stepped out of them. He studied her bottom which had many thin red lines, nothing serious though. Her cleavage had pubic hair in it and her mature pussy was moist. It was well endowed with black curls.
Helen was next aware of the cupboard door opening. She looked up and saw a longer cane in Mr Hunter’s hand; it was an altogether more serious implement.
“Six of the best, Helen” he announced breaking the silence in the room.
She braced herself. Mr Hunter studied her intimate area again as he positioned the cane.
Swish-crack! Helen gasped.
“There, Helen, your first proper stroke of the cane.”
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack! That hurt even more than the others but Helen was taking it well.
Swwish-craaack! “Aagh, gosh!” yelped Helen.
Two hours later Helen brushed her hair in Howard’s bedroom. Sex had been amazing with him. His tongue had explored her most intimate areas and her lips and tongue had worked on his large erection. It was several years since a man had penetrated her and it felt marvellous to feel it again. They had made love in five positions but it was being taken from behind as his thighs slapped her welted bottom that brought them both to a loud orgasm. They had showered together and in the large cubicle under the torrent of hot water he had slipped inside her again as she bent over.
She walked home and met her friend Liz. Liz noticed Helen had a certain glow about her but did not enquire. She did invite her home for a cup of tea as they were close to her home.
“I’ve made new curtains for my bedroom Would you like to see them?” Liz asked when they went inside.
“Ok, Liz, I know you are an expert with needle and thread.”
In the bedroom they admired the fine job Liz had done. Liz sat on the bed.
“So Harry got top marks and Mr Hunter did his magic!” she said.
Helen nodded.
“Yes he did but his magic wand seems to have ben his cane! He caned Harry four times I think it was.”
Liz took her hand.
“Well Bethan was caned three times, naughty girl, but that was part of the deal.”
Helen absorbed this. Bethan was a pretty girl – and she had been caned too!
Liz continued.
“Of course, you said you’d never had the cane. Can I tell you a secret?”
Helen went red.
“Yes, go on” she mumbled as she was excited by her friend’s conversation.
“I visited Howard after Bethan had passed her exams…and…well…I took six of the best from him!”
Liz laughed.
“Of course, you were not caned so you probably don’t fully appreciate it!” Liz said.
“Well…” Helen mumbled.
Liz sensed her embarrassment but waited patiently.
“I bumped into Howard in the street this morning and….well I took the chance to thank him for Harry’s success…”
Liz noted Helen had her hands on her bottom.
Liz took Helen’s arm and guided her to her.
“Turn round, Helen” she said softly.
Helen stood with her back to Liz.
Liz stood and unbuttoned Helen’s summer dress and lifted it off her shoulders and lowered it to the floor. She sat on the bed and looked at Helen’s mature bottom clad in pants. There were the ends of two weals outside the line of her pants. She eased Helen’s pants down.
Six fresh cane stripes were there, slowly changing colour so now they had a hint of deep red and purple. She unfastened Helen’s bra. Liz cupped Helen’s breasts from behind and kissed her shoulder.
Helen stood there naked, hands on her bottom.
Liz guided her to the corner of the room and positioned her there.
“Wait here just a moment, Helen” she whispered.
Helen stood there contritely.
A couple of minutes later Helen felt Liz take her hand.
She turned.
Liz was naked.
Helen looked at her small breasts and large triangle of pubic hair. In a mirror behind, Helen could see the deep cleavage of Liz’s ample bottom.
She took Helen to the bed where a small pot of cream was to be found.
“Gosh, Liz, that would sooth my marks” she said as she kissed Liz.
Liz put the pot on the bedside table and guided Helen to lie on the bed on her front. Liz studied the naked form of her friend. Her bare shoulders and back, her gorgeous rounded bottom with its marks, the pubic hair tufts visible between her legs and her smooth legs.
Instead of a cold dab of cream, Helen felt the gentle touch of her naked friend. Her lips kissed her legs and her sore bottom and made their way up to her shoulders.
Liz kissed her neck.
Helen sighed.
She turned over and Liz straddled her naked body as she kissed her thighs and pubic bush enjoying Helen’s aroma. Helen closed her eyes as Liz kissed her breasts and then her lips.
“You know Helen, I too visited Howard after Bethan passed her exams. He caned me expertly and even better than my headmistress ever did. I am not surprised he caned you” she said softly.
Helen kissed her friend.
“I really needed that caning. He was amazing.”
Liz turned and her legs were astride Helen’s face as she bend down to nibble Helen’s pubic hair. Helen gazed at Liz’s moist labia as she moved to kiss that area.
“And good in bed too?” asked Liz cheekily as she burrowed her tongue into Helen’s moist intimate area.
A week later Howard had no students in to tutor but in his tutor room there were two ladies sitting at the desks having written out 500 lines.
He opened the door.
Liz and Helen stood and went and waited outside his study.
Mr Hunter went in and beckoned Liz in.
The door closed.
Moments later Helen heard the words ‘bend over’.
There was silence.
A swishing sound broke that silence.
She was having a cup of tea with her friend Mrs Liz Hill, another widow. They had much in common and were best friends. Both were very attractive 40 year olds. Mrs Benson had a slim curvaceous figure with straight straw coloured hair, firm breasts and a pretty face. Mrs Hill was shorter with wavy brown hair and a well-proportioned but more cuddly figure and a nice smile.
“I would recommend a tutor I used for my Bethan last summer. He coached her well and this year she passed with flying colours!” said Liz.
“He’s good?” asked Helen.
“Oh, yes, very good but rather strict.”
“Oh, in what way?”
“He pushes them quite hard and expects lots of study and completed homework” Liz advised her.
“Well if we are paying that is fair” Helen replied.
“”He also notified me that he if he felt it was necessary, corporal punishment must be used.”
Helen blushed.
“I see….and did….”
Liz almost bushed too.
“Er…yes. Bethan was caned several times. I think it did her some good even though her bottom was well marked for a week.”
Helen was mildly shocked. Liz continued.
“I have to say that my own experiences of the cane were painful but I felt it would be necessary if her tutor said so.”
Liz was only giving Helen part of the story. She continued.
“Has Harry had the cane at all? I understand the boys’ HM Mr Brown is a keen user of corporal punishment.”
“Oh, yes, four times to my knowledge and there may have been others. You know what boys are like!”
Helen pondered this matter. She felt now Harry was nearly 19 he may be too old for the cane.
“I expect you had the cane when younger, Helen?”
“No. No, I was never that naughty” replied Helen.
Liz noticed that her friend was a little uncomfortable talking about corporal punishment.
The next day Helen went along to a large Victorian house in a leafy lane and knocked on the door. A charming man aged about 45 came to the door, smartly dressed.
Helen introduced herself and said she had been advised to contact him by Liz Hill.
“Do come in, I am indeed Howard Hunter” he said shaking hands with her.
He took her upstairs to a room he used for tutorials. It had bookshelves, a blackboard and easel, a couple of desks plus one he sat at. They then went to his study. It was panelled and had a heavy leather topped desk, more bookshelves and a cupboard. He invited Helen to sit in a comfy chair. He watched closely as she sat down and admired her figure and legs.
They discussed the coaching and fees and Helen asked if Harry could start soon Howard agreed.
“I ought to tell you, Helen, that I do insist on hard work and my requirements include consent to use corporal punishment” he advised her.
Helen blushed.
“How exactly do you mean, Mr Hunter?”
He stood and went to his cupboard and selected a cane. He came over to Helen and flexed it in both hands.
“Six of the best usually helps to focus their attention.”
Helen gazed at the supple cane and went very red.”
Howard continued.
“Do you approve of the use of the cane, Helen?”
“Er…um...well, Mr Hunter, I hope it won’t be necessary but if it is….”
Howard took this to be consent.
“You have had the cane yourself, I presume?”
Again Helen squirmed at the thought.
“No. No I…er...no I was not caned…”
“Very well, Harry can start tomorrow at 8.30am if you wish” he announced.
Helen walked home thinking about the very attractive Howard and his cane.
The next morning Harry arrived at Mr Hunter’s house and was taken up to the study.
Howard was surprised Harry was nearly 19 as he look about 16. He had fair hair and a nice body. Harry listened attentively as Howard explained the tutorials and what their goal was. Harry agreed.
“And if you do not work hard or fail to complete homework I may have to use corporal punishment. Have you had the cane?”
Harry was a little startled as he thought that since leaving his college a week ago that would be the end of sore bottoms.
“Um, yes, yes I have been caned. I did visit Mr Brown’ study several times.”
“Ah, he is still going!” exclaimed Howard thinking about the times Mr Brown had striped his own bottom as he bent over a chair in his study. The smell of the room and worn carpet came flooding back as did the sound of the cane.
“He is well over retirement age but is leaving at the end of next term I believe.”
Howard nodded at this news.
Ten days later Harry was agitated. He had not completed his homework and had been kept back the next day to do it. The grandfather clock downstairs struck 4.30pm as he faced the wall outside Mr Hunter’s study. The wall was similar to that outside Mr Brown’s study. The butterflies in his stomach were the same. His bottom felt exposed and prickly in anticipation.
“Come in.”
Harry entered and stood by Mr Hunter’s desk. It was just like Mr Brown’s study.
“Now Harry, I think a taste of the cane is needed to keep you focussed. I am giving you six of the best.”
Mr Hunter stood and took a cane from his cupboard.
“Bend over the desk.”
Harry could barely believe this was happening but moved to the desk and bent over and held the far edge.
He was not wearing a jacket but his nice bottom was well presented. Mr Hunter placed the cane across his cute cheeks.
Swish-crack! Harry gasped.
Swish-crack! Mr Hunter could cane as well as Mr Brown.
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack! That hurt but would Mr Hunter make sure the sixth was harder as Mr Brown did?
Swwish-craaack! He did and it stung.
A few minutes later Harry set off home and Mr Hunter ran his cane through his hand as he watched Harry walk down his driveway to the road. As he did so a pretty girl called Bridget walk up to the front door.
Several minutes later Bridget was in Mr Hunter’s study facing his desk.
“My mother said I should apologise for missing two sets of homework, Mr Hunter. I chose to go to the youth club with friends rather than study.” She looked contrite.
“Bridget, you are on the brink of exams and should pass with a top grade but you must stay focussed.”
Bridget looked at the floor. Her blond hair was in a bun at the back and her summer dress made her look so pretty. She too was close to her nineteenth birthday.
“Did your mother say anything else?” he asked.
Bridget looked at the floor again and spoke hesitatingly.
“Um, yes. She said that you were to cane me again.”
Mr Hunter stood and fetched the cane that had just striped Harry’s lovely bottom.
“Six of the best again, Bridget. Bend over.”
The girl bent over and touched her toes. Mr Hunter lifted her dress to reveal her delightful backside in white cotton pants. He stood to her side and tapped the cane on her cheeks.
Two weeks later Harry found himself over Mr Hunter’s desk again but this time his underpants were taught across his bottom and his trousers were on the floor.
His bottom was stinging from six strokes of the cane. A neat set of six parallel weals marked his pale cheeks.
”Stand up, Harry”.
He stood and rubbed his bottom. His aroused penis pushed the front of his underpants out. Only two hours earlier Bridget had been caned again and as she stood and jigged up and down her hands went down the back of her pants and he saw several red weals on her right cheek.
“It is your exam tomorrow and I am expecting good things, Harry.”
“Yes, Mr Hunter.”
That evening Helen was walking past the bathroom and the door was ajar. Harry was examining his bottom in front of the mirror. His erection stood stiffly upwards. From the dark landing she could see he had been caned – well caned – but she slipped away without him realising she had been there.
Ten days later the exam result was received in a brown envelope that dropped on the doormat. Harry tore it open. He had got top grade and would be at university in a few weeks. At Bridget’s house her envelope arrived too – top marks again.
Later that morning Harry telephoned Mr Hunter and told him.
“Marvellous news, Harry. Good luck at university.”
He put the phone down and faced Bridget.
“So pleased about you top marks” he said.
“I wanted to thank you in person, Mr Hunter, and, of course, well…” her voice trailed off.
He waited patiently for her to continue.
“Well, it is hard to say...but those canings…well they really worked for me!”
Mr Hunter nodded. His penis was stiffening inside his tweed trousers.
“And…well…would you cane me again…just as a reminder…please?”
He stood.
“Very well, Bridget, if that is what you wish. Stand up and then bend over.”
Bridget stood and moved close to the desk. She lifted her dress and lowered her pants. She leaned forward and held the edge of the desk and pushed her bare bottom back.
Mr Hunter selected a longer cane with plenty of spring in it. He stood to her side after he had lowered her pants a little further and folded her dress up so it would not fall. Her pink anus was on show as were copious brown curls on her pussy.
Six slowly delivered strokes were given each leaving a long red line across Bridget’s pretty backside. She gasped and grunted at each stroke and remained in position after number six.
Bridget stood and rubbed her bare bottom.
“Gosh, that was super, Mr Hunter. Thank you. Thank you so much!”
She dressed and kissed him then made her way home with a spring in her step.
Two days after Harry had left for university Helen was passing Mr Hunter’s gate as he entered. He invited her in. In his study they spoke about Harry’s success.
“Yes. Took one or two measures to help him along but a great outcome” said Howard.
Helen looked at the desk.
“Yes, you mean…you mean you did have to cane him?” said Helen feigning knowledge of the corporal punishment Harry had received deservingly.
“Oh, yes, four time altogether.”
Howard Hunter did not need to check his punishment book to count the times Harry’s name was in there. In fact after making the last entry he had flicked back through the pages and noted that Liz Hill was due another taste of the cane. Her last visit had been three weeks ago.
“I expect your canings were effective then?” she added.
“I think so. The cane can be very effective. Surely you have had it applied to your bottom, Helen?”
“No. No, never” she mumbled.
She continued. “Some of my friends were caned but…I expect it stings…I saw their stripes…”
There was silence in the room.
Mr Hunter stood. He took Helen’s hand. She stood.
“Well it is not too late to discover the kiss of the cane, Helen. Perhaps you would like a taste now?”
Halen was like putty in his hands and weak at the knees.
She whispered. “Yes…please.”
He guided her to the desk.
“I suggest you remove your slacks” he advised.
Helen looked flustered but took them off and put them on a side table with her shoes. She looked very pretty in her pants and blouse and her mons pubis stood out well.
“Bend over the desk and hold the far edge, Helen” he said gently.
Howard then lifted her blouse and tucked it under her bra straps. Her back and lower body were beautifully smooth. His finger gently traced a line down her back and across her cheeks. Helen sighed. His finger touched her anus and then he briefly caressed her pussy making her sigh again.
He selected a thin whippy cane from his cupboard. Helen watched him flex it. At least it didn’t look as nasty as the one she had seen a few weeks ago.
“I think we can warm you up a little with this one” he said tapping it on her superb cheeks.
Mr Hunter drummed it many times on her cheeks. Helen was so aroused by it she struggled to hold the desk but thrust her bottom right back as she groaned and yelped.
He stopped.
His hand roved across her bottom.
Helen laid her head on the desk. Then she felt his fingers in her knickers. Down they came slowly. He did not resist. Mr Hunter knelt as he lowered the soft pants. Helen stepped out of them. He studied her bottom which had many thin red lines, nothing serious though. Her cleavage had pubic hair in it and her mature pussy was moist. It was well endowed with black curls.
Helen was next aware of the cupboard door opening. She looked up and saw a longer cane in Mr Hunter’s hand; it was an altogether more serious implement.
“Six of the best, Helen” he announced breaking the silence in the room.
She braced herself. Mr Hunter studied her intimate area again as he positioned the cane.
Swish-crack! Helen gasped.
“There, Helen, your first proper stroke of the cane.”
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack!
Swish-crack! That hurt even more than the others but Helen was taking it well.
Swwish-craaack! “Aagh, gosh!” yelped Helen.
Two hours later Helen brushed her hair in Howard’s bedroom. Sex had been amazing with him. His tongue had explored her most intimate areas and her lips and tongue had worked on his large erection. It was several years since a man had penetrated her and it felt marvellous to feel it again. They had made love in five positions but it was being taken from behind as his thighs slapped her welted bottom that brought them both to a loud orgasm. They had showered together and in the large cubicle under the torrent of hot water he had slipped inside her again as she bent over.
She walked home and met her friend Liz. Liz noticed Helen had a certain glow about her but did not enquire. She did invite her home for a cup of tea as they were close to her home.
“I’ve made new curtains for my bedroom Would you like to see them?” Liz asked when they went inside.
“Ok, Liz, I know you are an expert with needle and thread.”
In the bedroom they admired the fine job Liz had done. Liz sat on the bed.
“So Harry got top marks and Mr Hunter did his magic!” she said.
Helen nodded.
“Yes he did but his magic wand seems to have ben his cane! He caned Harry four times I think it was.”
Liz took her hand.
“Well Bethan was caned three times, naughty girl, but that was part of the deal.”
Helen absorbed this. Bethan was a pretty girl – and she had been caned too!
Liz continued.
“Of course, you said you’d never had the cane. Can I tell you a secret?”
Helen went red.
“Yes, go on” she mumbled as she was excited by her friend’s conversation.
“I visited Howard after Bethan had passed her exams…and…well…I took six of the best from him!”
Liz laughed.
“Of course, you were not caned so you probably don’t fully appreciate it!” Liz said.
“Well…” Helen mumbled.
Liz sensed her embarrassment but waited patiently.
“I bumped into Howard in the street this morning and….well I took the chance to thank him for Harry’s success…”
Liz noted Helen had her hands on her bottom.
Liz took Helen’s arm and guided her to her.
“Turn round, Helen” she said softly.
Helen stood with her back to Liz.
Liz stood and unbuttoned Helen’s summer dress and lifted it off her shoulders and lowered it to the floor. She sat on the bed and looked at Helen’s mature bottom clad in pants. There were the ends of two weals outside the line of her pants. She eased Helen’s pants down.
Six fresh cane stripes were there, slowly changing colour so now they had a hint of deep red and purple. She unfastened Helen’s bra. Liz cupped Helen’s breasts from behind and kissed her shoulder.
Helen stood there naked, hands on her bottom.
Liz guided her to the corner of the room and positioned her there.
“Wait here just a moment, Helen” she whispered.
Helen stood there contritely.
A couple of minutes later Helen felt Liz take her hand.
She turned.
Liz was naked.
Helen looked at her small breasts and large triangle of pubic hair. In a mirror behind, Helen could see the deep cleavage of Liz’s ample bottom.
She took Helen to the bed where a small pot of cream was to be found.
“Gosh, Liz, that would sooth my marks” she said as she kissed Liz.
Liz put the pot on the bedside table and guided Helen to lie on the bed on her front. Liz studied the naked form of her friend. Her bare shoulders and back, her gorgeous rounded bottom with its marks, the pubic hair tufts visible between her legs and her smooth legs.
Instead of a cold dab of cream, Helen felt the gentle touch of her naked friend. Her lips kissed her legs and her sore bottom and made their way up to her shoulders.
Liz kissed her neck.
Helen sighed.
She turned over and Liz straddled her naked body as she kissed her thighs and pubic bush enjoying Helen’s aroma. Helen closed her eyes as Liz kissed her breasts and then her lips.
“You know Helen, I too visited Howard after Bethan passed her exams. He caned me expertly and even better than my headmistress ever did. I am not surprised he caned you” she said softly.
Helen kissed her friend.
“I really needed that caning. He was amazing.”
Liz turned and her legs were astride Helen’s face as she bend down to nibble Helen’s pubic hair. Helen gazed at Liz’s moist labia as she moved to kiss that area.
“And good in bed too?” asked Liz cheekily as she burrowed her tongue into Helen’s moist intimate area.
A week later Howard had no students in to tutor but in his tutor room there were two ladies sitting at the desks having written out 500 lines.
He opened the door.
Liz and Helen stood and went and waited outside his study.
Mr Hunter went in and beckoned Liz in.
The door closed.
Moments later Helen heard the words ‘bend over’.
There was silence.
A swishing sound broke that silence.
Bree
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