My French Test Re sit with Mrs Taylor Part One
- 2 years ago
- 31
- 0
My French Test Re-sit With Mrs. Taylor Part Two free porn video
Mrs. Taylor turned to her dressing table and picked up the large, white, size ten canvas plimsoll in her left hand. She began tapping it against the palm of her right hand.
“Right, bend over and think about why Auntie is doing this to you.” She smiled as she waved the large plimsoll at me.
I carefully bent over the pile of pillows at the end of the bed, taking one in my hands and placing my face into it. I breathed in deeply so I could get a good noseful of Wendy’s sweet scent. Behind me, Mrs. Taylor took up her position at my left-hand side and laid the large canvas shoe against the centre of my bottom. She began tapping it gently against my bare bottom.
“Now, I borrowed this from Miss Lindley. I wanted to see if I can use it as hard as she does against a bottom.” She laughed.
I closed my eyes, anticipating how much the nasty shoe would hurt when it was brought down against my already battered bottom. I certainly knew how hard Rachel Lindley, one of the PE teachers at my school spanked her girls. Although she really wasn’t allowed to do this, there had been many stories of girls being walloped by the lesbian teacher with her nasty plimsoll. I had always been a bit sceptical about these stories, until my friend Nicola had showed me the backs of her legs after being slippered by Rachel. The red marks clearly showed me that Miss Lindley did spank the girls.
I felt Wendy draw the canvas shoe back and I tried to prepare myself for it kissing my already sore bottom. A moment later, Mrs. Taylor brought the first swipe down. It made an almighty sound that echoed around Wendy’s bedroom.
“Whack!”
It took me a few moments to reply as the pain registered in my brain.
“Un Tante Wendy”
Mrs. Taylor slowly administered those first smacks with Rachel’s plimsoll, allowing me time to recover after each stroke, waiting until I had counted each one before laying on the next one.
“Whack!”
“Deux Tante Wendy”
“Whack!”
“Trois Tante Wendy”
“Whack!”
“Quatre Tante Wendy”
“Whack!”
“Cinq Tante Wendy”
“Whack!”
“Six Tante Wendy”
After the first half dozen smacks, the older woman leaned in close and ran her hands down my swollen and sore bum cheeks. She smiled to herself as she listened to my gasps, sniffs and sobs that were muffled by the pillow. Wendy was so aroused and thought about ending my punishment after the final smacks with the plimsoll, but then she shook her head. She adjusted her pink blouse that was now becoming damp with sweat from her exertions and re-took her position at my left-hand side, bringing down her final six swipes over the next few minutes, pausing between each one to allow me to stop squirming and wriggling around on her bed as the pain hit home.
“Whack!”
“Sept Tante Wendy”
“Whack!”
“Huit Tante Wendy”
“Whack!”
“Neuf Tante Wendy”
“Whack!”
“Dix Tante Wendy”
“Whack!”
“Onze Tante Wendy”
“Whack!”
“Douze Tante Wendy”
My French Mistress smiled as she watched me wriggle around, face down on her bed, for a few minutes before she walked over to her dressing table. She laid Rachel’s plimsoll down and picked up the thick, black leather belt that she had bought from eBay. Wendy studied the three-inch-wide leather belt for a moment, before placing the buckle in her palm and wrapping the leather around her right-hand several times until she was happy that she could control it when she swung it through the air. Mrs. Taylor returned to her position at my left-hand side and watched me continuing to sniff and sob into her pillow.
Wendy watched me for a few minutes before she placed the thick piece of leather over her right shoulder. She had watched countless videos on the internet about how to deliver a serious belting and hoped that all her research paid off.
“Right young man. Twelve with Auntie’s belt and don’t forget to count.” She announced softly, at the same time placing her left foot slightly in front of her right and preparing to send her first stroke on its way.
I simply nodded into the pillow which I held tightly to my face and awaited the fire to be ignited across my bottom once more. I did not have too long to wait before the heavy leather belt landed expertly, flat across the fleshy centre of my backside.
“Crack!”
I wriggled, squirmed and kicked my legs for all I was worth as the nasty piece of black leather bit deeply into my buttocks. Eventually, I managed to answer Auntie Wendy, in between the tears and sobs.
“Un Tante Wendy”
Mrs. Taylor continued my beating with her belt, careful to ensure that the leather connected with the centre of my bottom and did not wrap around my legs.
“Crack!”
“Deux Tante Wendy”
“Crack!”
“Trois Tante Wendy”
“Crack!”
“Quatre Tante Wendy”
“Crack!”
“Cinq Tante Wendy”
“Crack!”
“Six Tante Wendy”
As I lay face down on her bed, sobbing into the pillow, the next sensation I felt was very unexpected. Wendy had placed her belt flat on the bed next to where I was lying. My French Mistress moved in close and got on her knees. She then proceeded to kiss and lick my sore and burning bottom and thighs, carefully pushing my legs apart so that she could do the same to my inner thighs. After a while, the lovely feeling of Wendy’s lips and tongue touching my skin had helped me calm down and I began to relax. The forty-two-year-old was enjoying herself and continued stroking my bottom and thighs with her hands until deciding to conclude my punishment. She got to her feet and picked up her belt, placing it back over her right shoulder.
“The last six smacks, young man.” Wendy Taylor announced.
After a short pause, she resumed my punishment, taking a few minutes to administer the final six slaps with the belt.
“Crack!”
“Sept Tante Wendy”
“Crack!”
“Huit Tante Wendy”
“Crack!”
“Neuf Tante Wendy”
“Crack!”
“Dix Tante Wendy”
“Crack!”
“Onze Tante Wendy”
“Crack!”
“Douze Tante Wendy”
The mature teacher stood holding the belt in her right hand for a while as she watched me squirming around on her double bed as my bottom burned. It was a bright shade of red – dark red in places – and my tears were flowing freely into the pillow. Mrs. Taylor smiled and untied the bow on her blouse before unbuttoning the top three buttons of her pink, pussy-bow blouse. She kicked off her high-heels and walked over to her dressing table where she laid the belt down and picked up the large, holed, American-style spanking paddle, which she spent a few minutes contemplating. She walked back over to the bed where I was bent over, and she adjusted the pillows on which I was lying.
“I think that six with Auntie’s paddle and then six of the best with my cane will be enough and then we can have a chat about your lack of effort yesterday and see if you’ve learned your lesson, or if Auntie has to give your bottom a few more smacks.” She spoke almost in a whisper, laying the thick piece of wood across the fleshy centre of my bottom.
I pushed the pillow onto the bed and sat up, turning my head to look at her through teary eyes.
“Please, Auntie Wendy. No more. I’ll be a good boy and do my best, I promise!” I pleaded.
Mrs. Taylor simply shook her head slowly.
“Ssshhh, naughty boy. It’s not for you to decide whether or not you have learned your lesson so get yourself back in position and take what Auntie Wendy gives you. Don’t you think that she really doesn’t want to do this to you?” She spoke in her strictest teacherly tone.
I shook my head before placing my face back into the by now sodden pillow and felt the heavy wooden paddle being tapped against my hot and sore bottom.
Mrs. Taylor smiled. She definitely did want to do this to me, and she definitely was enjoying herself. However, probably not as much as she was going to enjoy herself with me when the punishment was over. A minute later, my French Mistress slowly, and painfully, administered those half a dozen painful swats with her American-style paddle, landing each smack as hard as she physically could.
“Thud!”
“Un Tante Wendy”
“Thud!”
“Deux Tante Wendy”
“Thud!”
“Trois Tante Wendy”
“Thud!”
“Quatre Tante Wendy”
“Thud!”
“Cinq Tante Wendy”
“Thud!”
“Six Tante Wendy”
After allowing me enough time in between each painful swat to calm myself down and count each one, Wendy Taylor walked over to her dressing table and laid the paddle, which had little spots of blood on it from where it had kissed my battered bottom, down. She picked up the crook-handled dragon cane and took the few steps back to where I was still lying face down on her bed. She took a few practice swings with her cane, the thin but dense, dragon cane making a terrifying whooshing sound as it cut through the air.
My French Mistress laid the cane against my bottom, slightly lower down than where her previous implements had done their work and began tapping it gently against my skin as I sobbed. Mrs. Taylor placed her left hand on her left hip and bent her left knee slightly. She was ready to administer her first-ever caning.
“Right, you bad, bad boy. Perhaps six of the best from Auntie Wendy’s cane will teach you to always try your best in her lesson.” She announced, carefully concentrating on where her strokes would land.
Once she was satisfied, she slowly, and methodically, laid the six strokes with the cane across my lower buttocks, careful to ensure that each bum cheek received three strokes, leaving a set of thin, neat deep red tram-lines across my bottom. As she caned me, Wendy scolded me softly.
“Thwack!”
“Un Tante Wendy”
“You will not be so lazy, or act so disinterested in my lesson in the future, Peter!”
“Thwack!”
“Deux Tante Wendy”
“I will spank your bottom every week if you don’t make a better effort from now on, young man!”
“Thwack!”
“Trois Tante Wendy”
“I’m doing this for your own good!”
“Thwack!”
“Quatre Tante Wendy”
“I’m going to enjoy spanking your bottom if your work doesn’t improve massively in the next few weeks!”
“Thwack!”
“Cinq Tante Wendy”
“Maybe I’ll ask Miss Manson and Mrs. Wardell if they want to join us next time I have to put you over my lap, you wicked little boy!”
“Thwack!”
“Six Tante Wendy”
“Maybe I’ll tell them that you masturbated after they had spanked you and that will be sure to lead to your bottom being smacked, won’t it?”
The pain and discomfort I felt from Wendy’s caning were unlike anything I had experienced before. Pauline’s clothes brush across my bare bottom had hurt and Jane Wardell’s angry and frantic hand spanking had stung like crazy, but after my hour or so with Wendy, my backside was seriously hot to the touch, swollen and bruised. I kept my head buried in the pillow and cried and sobbed uncontrollably. As I lay there, dripping tears onto Wendy’s large bed, she walked over to her dressing table and placed her cane down. Mrs. Taylor then took the few steps over to her bedside cabinet, where she picked up the pack of antiseptic wipes and removed a couple before placing them down on the bed. She took a few minutes wiping the implements with her wipes before she placed the used wipes down on her dressing table next to her newly cleaned spanking tools.
As she cleaned her cane and other toys, She listened to my sobs and sniffs as I struggled to regather my composure. Once she was happy that her canes and paddles were clean, she pulled another few wipes from the pack on the bed and sat on the left-hand side, reaching over with the moist and cool wipe, brushing it against my sore and bruised bottom. Auntie Wendy then covered every delicate inch with the cool wipe, not saying a word as she watched me relax as the cool material began to calm my burning bum cheeks and backs of my legs. She smiled to herself as she slowly, and deliberately, brushed the moist wipe over the backs of my thighs and then between my legs.
She paused before moving the wipe up and covering my throbbing cock with it. Mrs. Taylor held it there for a few moments, squeezing my cock gently with her right hand, her left hand softly stroking the backs of my legs. Her breathing was becoming heavier and louder and her juices were flowing between her legs. I felt as if I was going to explode all over her bed as her fingers touched and teased me. I know I should have stopped her, but I was enjoying feeling her warm hands touching my cock, my balls and my thighs. Wendy was also enjoying herself, shuffling around on the bed beside me as she tried to suppress the feelings of arousal that were taking over her. The mature lady reached over and placed the used wipes on her bedside table.
After a while, she picked up the tube of Aloe Vera gel from her bedside cabinet and opened it, squirting a large amount into her right hand. Wendy walked around to the bottom of her bed and closed the tube, placing it on the bed. The older woman got on her knees and began to rub the cooling gel into my red hot bottom. The only sounds that could be heard were my sniffs and sobs and eventually, my gasps as Wendy Taylor rubbed the soothing gel over every inch of my bottom and thighs and then over my inner thighs and my cock and balls.
My cock had gone flaccid due to the caning, but the touch of Wendy’s small right hand, the cold wipes and the cool gel soon had it swelling once more, as she stroked it gently with her fingernails. The sensation of feeling her touch my anus with her fingers was amazing and I moaned and squirmed around on her bed.
“There, there, naughty boy. Auntie Wendy has forgiven you.” She said soothingly.
She continued to touch my cock and balls, stroking my thighs and ensuring that the material of her cotton blouse rubbed against my skin.
“I don’t enjoy having to punish you like that, but I have to do it if you won’t do as Auntie asks you.” She purred as she leaned in and began kissing and licking the backs of my legs and my burning bottom.
“I hope that you have learned your lesson, my dear, and that you realise how Auntie Wendy will deal with you in the future.” Mrs. Taylor whispered, continuing to kiss and lick my bum cheeks and thighs.
“Sssshhh. There, there, my lovely boy.” Wendy kissed my bottom again before getting to her feet.
I lifted my head from the pillow and turned to my left to look at her. Her blouse had been unfastened and she had opened the top three buttons. She did not say a word as she quickly unfastened the remaining buttons and untucked it from her skirt. She threw the long-sleeved pink blouse onto the floor. Next, she reached behind her back and unzipped the long green skirt, which she pushed down to the ground and stepped out of it.
“I think that you had better show Auntie that you are truly sorry for not trying your best for her. What do you think, Peter?” She smiled as she stood there in her pink bra and knickers.
I nodded.
“Yes, Miss,” I said as I watched her standing there, her small, but perfectly formed breasts, looking magnificent under her bra.
“Are we forgetting things, young man? Does Auntie Wendy have to put you over her knee again to remind you?” She took the few steps over to the bed and lay down on the left-hand side, picking up the pillows from the bottom of the bed and placing them behind her head.
I looked at her confused for a few moments before I remembered.
“Sorry, Auntie Wendy.”
The older woman placed two of the pillows behind my head too and smiled, placing a kiss on my lips as she moved back to her side of the bed.
“That’s better, you bad, bad, boy!” She hissed.
My French Mistress lay down and looked over at me, smiling as she immediately got to work on me. I lay there and closed my eyes as the older woman took my throbbing cock in her small right hand once more.
“Ssshhhh, sweetie. Auntie Wendy is going to show you how a real woman takes care of a man.” She whispered in my right ear, kissing me softly on the cheek.
I tried to relax as I didn’t want a repeat of what had happened with Tina and allowed Mrs. Taylor to kiss and touch me. I smiled as she gently moved my cock backwards and forwards with her right hand, kissing my lips softly. I lay there satisfied as I had lasted longer than I had when I had been in Tina’s bedroom and as Wendy’s silky pink bra rubbed against my chest I could feel that I was close to shooting my load. I stroked her dark blonde curly hair with my right hand.
“Auntie Wendy, I’m going to cum!” I almost shouted.
She kissed me hard on the mouth and moved on the bed, sitting up and then moving down, still moving my cock backwards and forwards in her hand. Mrs. Taylor opened her mouth and pulled my hard cock towards it, still moving it. After a few minutes, I shuddered and squirted a first load into her waiting mouth. This was followed a second later by a second spurt, which Wendy took, lapping up every hot, gloopy drop. She smiled as she licked my cock, ensuring that she hadn’t wasted a single drop before we collapsed back onto the bed.
After a short rest, my French Mistress began touching me once more, kissing and touching every part of me. I responded by kissing her on the mouth and placing my hands around her covered breasts. Wendy smiled as she saw me looking longingly at her small, but perfect breasts.
“Not yet, young man. Let Auntie Wendy take care of you first.” She purred as she kissed me once more.
Mrs. Taylor began stroking my cock once more and soon it was hard. She sat up and positioned herself at the bottom of her bed and looked into my eyes.
“This is what a real woman can do, Peter.” She whispered and licked her lips.
The blonde-haired teacher paused for a moment, still touching my throbbing cock. I closed my eyes and the next sensation I felt was Mrs. Taylor’s lips around my cock, her tongue licking the tip of my eight-inch pride and joy.
“I think this beauty needs another little lick,” Wendy spoke seductively as she began working away on me.
I squirmed around on the bed as my French Mistress touched every single inch of my rock-solid cock with her tongue. She gently cupped my balls in her left hand and slipped my cock into her warm mouth, slowly pushing it deeper inside, then pulling it back out. Mrs. Taylor’s hair rubbed against my skin and I gasped, placing both my hands on her shoulders as she continued to work away on me. Within moments, Wendy received another mouthful of spunk, smiling as she gratefully received every drop, still sliding me backwards and forwards into her mouth until she was sure that she had taken every drop. The older woman then pulled away, licking my cock and balls until they were clean, gasping and trying to recover her breath.
The forty-two-year-old moved on the bed and lay her head down on the pillows. She took a few minutes to calm down, looking across at me as she took a few deep breaths. Her hand continued to stroke my cock which was now flaccid and smiled.
“Right, young man. Hopefully, that shows you how a real woman deals with a nice, young cock like yours.” She purred.
I leaned over and gently ran my hands through her curly dark blonde hair.
“That was amazing, Auntie Wendy. Thank you.” I kissed her softly on the forehead and smiled.
She stroked the fingers on her right hand down my bare chest.
“Now, Peter. I need you to show me that you are truly sorry for not trying in your test yesterday and that you can follow my instructions in the future.” She whispered and sat up on the bed.
Wendy Taylor reached behind her back and undid her bra which she slipped her arms out of and threw on the bedroom floor. Then she slipped her hands down the sides of her pink knickers and pushed them down until she slid them over her feet and kicked them onto the floor. She immediately resumed kissing me on the mouth and I busied myself by placing both hands around her small breasts. Without the support of the bra, they had flopped down but Wendy’s breasts fascinated me. I think Tina had larger breasts than Mrs Taylor did, but I was mesmerised by her small tits with their small, light brown nipples.
“Now, naughty boy. I’ve wanked and sucked you off, so Auntie Wendy wants to see how well you can suck her and wank her off. Do you understand me?” She gasped as she kissed me once more.
I immediately placed my hands around my French Mistress’ small breasts and squeezed them gently with my hands. As she lay on her back on the bed I moved down and smiled as I began licking her right breast. I ran my tongue in circles around her pale brown nipple, which was erect. Then I kissed every part of her breast before returning to her nipple which I bit on gently until Wendy grabbed my hair and pulled me away. I kissed her on the mouth before returning to my task, this time, repeating the procedure on her left breast.
As I gave her lovely breasts some much-needed attention, my left hand wandered down her stomach until I felt my hand touching the neat bush of dark pubic hair that sat above her pussy. Mrs. Taylor simply lay on the bed, enjoying the attention, as my fingers stroked her. After a few moments, I allowed my fingers to wander a little lower, touching Wendy’s wet pussy lips. She opened her legs wider and I began to run my fingers across her pussy lips and stroked her from the front right up to her anus, where I touched her softly. Her breathing was becoming heavier as I returned my fingers to her pussy lips, slowly, and gently, slipping them inside and smiling as I felt how hot and moist she was. Wendy began stroking my hair with her hands as I pushed my fingers further and further inside her. Once I had made my mind up about all of this, I began to move my fingers slowly backwards and forwards inside my French Mistress’ pussy.
Mrs. Taylor lay there, gasping for breath as she became increasingly turned on. I began rubbing her clit faster and faster, trying to concentrate upon what I was doing, as Wendy was breathing heavily. As she gasped, I held my fingers against her clit and pushed down gently, smiling as my teacher came to orgasm within moments. I repeated this twice more before Wendy grabbed my hand and carefully pulled it out of her pussy. She lay back on her pillows and looked over at me, reaching for my cock.
“You dirty, dirty, boy.” She laughed as she realised that I was hard once again.
I kissed her on the mouth, my tongue exploring every inch of her warm mouth as she stroked my cock.
“Now, to show me that you’re sorry for what you have done, I want you to go inside me, Peter.” Wendy Taylor moved around on the bed and opened her legs wide, pulling me on top of her.
“Isn’t it nice losing your virginity to your French Mistress, young man?” Mrs. Taylor purred as she manoeuvred my cock inside her hot, wet and inviting pussy.
I gasped as my erect cock pushed inside her.
“Yes, Miss. Thank you, Miss.” I gasped as I held Wendy in my arms.
“Auntie Wendy, young man.” She whispered.
I nodded and kissed her on her mouth before starting to push my cock further and further inside her. The older woman lay back and closed her eyes as I slowly worked away, trying to touch every part of her. As Wendy’s breathing became heavier, I began to pound away inside her, faster and faster, trying to touch every part of her. As I touched her clit, she screamed and unintentionally bit down on my chest. It hurt, but I ignored the pain as I pushed back and forth once more, smiling as Wendy Taylor came to a noisy orgasm.
“Fucking hell, do me harder! Harder!”
I brought my French Mistress to three more orgasms that afternoon before we both collapsed onto the damp sheets in a big, satisfied, sweaty mess. We lay, holding one another for a while before Mrs. Taylor leaned over and kissed me on the lips.
“Thank you, young man. I think that I can safely say that you have learned your lesson and that Auntie Wendy has forgiven you for what you have done.” Her hair brushed against my skin as she leaned over to kiss me again.
I looked up at her satisfied and placed my hands around her small breasts that were jiggling around as she moved.
“Thank you, Auntie Wendy. That was amazing.” I replied. Exhausted.
We lay in bed for another half an hour before Wendy sat up before getting out of bed and replacing her bra and knickers. She took her dressing gown from the back of the door and slipped it on. My French Mistress looked at me lying on her bed watching her, as she bent down and picked up her blouse and skirt, which she folded neatly and placed on her dressing table. Next, she picked up the used wipes and the tube of Aloe Vera gel and left the room, returning a few minutes later. Mrs. Taylor came over to the bed and leaned over, kissing me full on the mouth, her tongue exploring my mouth. I tried to touch her bra, but she pulled away and laughed.
“Think that you need to get up and come downstairs and get dressed, young man.” She whispered as she kissed me on the lips again.
I collapsed on the bed and watched as she walked out of the bedroom and head downstairs. Eventually, I crawled out of Wendy’s king-size bed, walked into her study where I picked up my clothes and dressed before I joined her in the living room. The older woman smiled at me before she walked into her kitchen, returning a few minutes later with two fresh glasses of water, which she placed down on her coffee table. Mrs. Taylor smiled and patted the seat next to her on the sofa.
“Come and sit down, young man.” She spoke softly.
I smiled at her and sat to her right-hand side. She took my left hand in her right and squeezed it gently.
“Now, that was much better, Peter and I have totally forgiven you for your poor performance in your test yesterday. As for your performance in bed – well, that was an A* performance, young man.” She laughed and leaned over to pick up her glass of water.
I smiled and leaned over to kiss her on her neck once she had sat back on the sofa. I kept my face near her neck, taking in the lovely smell of her sweet perfume. After we had chatted and drank our glasses of water, I prepared to leave. My bottom was throbbing and was red hot underneath my jeans and I knew that I would have a reminder of my time with Mrs. Taylor for days to come. We hugged in the centre of Wendy’s large living room until she saw me to her door.
“I’ve really loved our time together today, Peter and would love to do it again soon.” She kissed me on the lips before reaching past me and opening her front door.
“I’d like that, Auntie Wendy.” I quickly stole another kiss before I stepped out onto her driveway.
“Maybe next time we could invite Auntie Jane and Auntie Pauline to join us, to deal with you and maybe to teach you a few more bedroom lessons.” She purred.
I felt that my cock was becoming hard once more at the thought and turned and walked home.
That next week at school, I felt that Wendy Taylor’s friends were looking at me as if they knew what had happened at my French Mistress’ home that Saturday morning. I had a lesson with Pauline that Monday, and she kept giving me strange looks. She had a little smile spread across her face every time she spoke to me or if I spoke in class. The next day, I walked past Jane Wardell in the corridor and she too smiled, licking her lips as I walked past her. Finally, I had French with Mrs. Taylor who was her usual, no-nonsense and strict self. I had no idea what I expected from her, but all I knew was that I couldn’t wait until I was invited to her home once again, either with her alone, or with her friends there too.
Nadene
- 26.11.2020
- 28
- 0
- Category:
- Spanking
Mrs Taylor THE MILF Part 6
- 3 years ago
- 46
- 0
Mrs Taylor THE MILF PART THREE
- 2 years ago
- 23
- 0
