A Glass Of Red Wine And A Red Bottom Too: Part Two free porn video

My sniffs and sobs became louder at the mention of the cane. The memories of being caned every time I had visited Auntie Wendy’s home were fresh in my mind. Mrs. Taylor caned severely, and I knew it. Thinking about the others, Louise had been quite obviously pissed off all evening and would obviously lay it on as hard as she physically could. Pauline and Jane spanked hard in any case so I assumed that their canings would be painful affairs. And Rachel. I knew she was a lesbian, but I really did like her. The fact that she had touched and licked and sucked my cock that night only made me like her more. However, I knew from the painful slippering that she had delivered earlier that night that she would be capable of laying on a painful dose with the cane.

“Jane. Pauline. Can you help our naughty little boy to his feet and then perhaps Louise and Rachel could help him to my bedroom where everything is ready for his caning? It’s the open door, third one along the landing, ladies.” Mrs. Taylor added.

Within moments, I had been helped to my feet by Auntie Jane and Auntie Pauline, who both smiled at me as they watched the tears continuing to fall from my eyes. I wiped my eyes and my nose and wanted to rub my extremely sore bottom but was prevented from doing this as I was gently taken by the arms by Rachel and Louise, who led me out of the dining room and up the stairs to Mrs. Taylor’s bedroom. On our arrival outside the open bedroom door, I could see that Auntie Wendy had indeed prepared for my punishment. My clothes, which I had removed before the ladies had arrived, were on the chair in the far corner of the room and my French Mistress had piled her pillows at the end of the bed.

Auntie Rachel and Auntie Louise led me inside and we stood there in silence, waiting for the others to join us. I couldn’t help but notice that Wendy had laid her collection of canes on her dressing table and the two ladies noticed them too, although they did not say anything. After a few minutes, we heard voices and footsteps climbing the stairs and soon, Pauline, Jane and Wendy were also standing looking at me standing there in Auntie Wendy’s large bedroom. Like Louise Walton had done earlier, Pauline, Jane and Wendy all had a few buttons of their blouses undone, enabling me to see their bras underneath and my cock began to throb at the thought of their lovely breasts.

Wendy Taylor smiled and immediately crossed the room to her dressing table where she picked up her crook-handled dragon cane in her right hand. She smiled at me before she walked across to where I stood and tapped the pillows on the bed gently with the two-foot-long cane.

“You know the routine by now, my dear. Over you go and prepare yourself for your caning – six of the best from each of us.” Wendy spoke softly and smiled as she saw me looking at each of my female teachers.

As I slowly eased myself over the pillows, pushing my cock against them and reaching over Wendy’s king-sized bed, Louise sat on the right-hand side of the bed and helped me to position myself. The pillows helped raise my hips, so that my bottom pointed out proudly in the air. Miss Walton shuffled around on the bed until she was close to me before carefully lifting my head and placing my face into her navy blue, three-quarter length skirt. The young Maths Mistress used both hands to stroke my shaven head softly and hold me in place. I was still sniffing and sobbing but Louise’s sweet scent and her perfume began to fill my nostrils and I relaxed to a point, knowing what was coming my way.

“Spread your legs slightly, young man.” Mrs. Taylor instructed and waited until I had complied.

“So, ladies. Who would like to begin?” She asked as she swished her cane through the air several times to get the feel for it and also to announce to me what was coming my way.

It was Auntie Jane who eventually spoke.

“Perhaps Rachel should begin seen as he actually hasn’t misbehaved for her and only wanted to be punished to find out what it felt like as part of some kind of sexual fantasy?” She spoke sternly.

“Then maybe yourself as you don’t really have an issue with him at the moment. Then myself, Pauline and finally, Louise, who has the unresolved problem of the messed up seating plan and the obsession with her breasts.” Jane continued

As Jane Wardell spoke, Louise Walton pushed me deeper into her skirt and tightened her hold around me. She shuffled around on the bed at the mention of her breasts and I could feel how hot and damp she had become as my face rested on her skirt.

Mrs. Taylor laughed and the ladies moved into the far corner of the bedroom.

“Miss Lindley. Would you like to begin?” She asked.

Rachel walked across to the dressing table and chose her cane. She had picked up Wendy’s short, pink-handled junior school rattan cane. It was the lightest one in my French Mistress’ growing collection and the PE Mistress contemplated it in her hand for a few moments before walking across to the bed where my bottom stood out, awaiting her attention.

“Six of the very best, Auntie Rachel, please.” Mrs. Taylor laughed.

Within a moment, the light cane, with the pink woollen handle, was laid across the centre of my sore bottom and the athletically-built PE Mistress began tapping it softly against my skin, concentrating fully on where she would land her strokes. Once she had settled upon an area just below the centre of my bum cheeks she took a deep breath and drew the cane back, pausing before laying on her strokes.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

For someone who had never caned before, Rachel administered those first half-a-dozen strokes carefully. She laid them across the lower part of both buttocks, leaving three thin red lines across each bum cheek. Considering that my bottom was already swollen from the previous punishments, I didn’t feel too much pain as the cane bit into my backside. The young PE Mistress took her time between each stroke, to allow me to recover but also to help her to line up her next swipe with the cane. I began to breathe relatively gasp free as Miss Lindley’s caning did not hurt as much as I had expected it to and began to relax, enjoying being so close to Miss Walton, who held onto me.

Miss Lindley returned the cane to Wendy’s dressing table and, like the other women had already done, untucked her jade green, cotton blouse from her trousers and unbuttoned it completely, revealing her light pink bra, under which were her small, but perfectly-formed breasts. She smiled as she lay down on the left-hand side of the bed and, like Louise, began stroking my shaven head and then moved onto my bare back. I was just beginning to get off on being close to the PE Mistress and my ex-Maths teacher, when I felt Auntie Wendy’s dragon cane tapping my sore bottom. She said nothing as she whipped out her six strokes rapidly, not giving me much time to recover between each painful stroke.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

As soon as Mrs. Taylor’s first swipe had bitten deep into my lower right bum cheek, I began to cry, and the tears dripped onto Louise Walton’s navy blue skirt. Both, Rachel and Louise tightened their grip they had on my shoulders and back and held me in position as Auntie Wendy quickly and deliberately, laid out her strokes, ensuring that they were given at full-force, leaving another six, deep red, tram lines, this time a little lower down across my bottom than Rachel had done.

Once she had finished her part of the punishment, Mrs. Taylor leaned in close and ran her right hand across my burning, swollen and sore bottom. After a few moments of doing this, she slipped her hand between my open legs and touched my erect cock, running her fingernails across it and then down to my balls. This feeling made me squirm around on Miss Walton’s skirt and she tightened the grip she had on me even more.

Mrs. Wardell held her right hand out and smiled as Wendy passed her the crook-handled dragon cane. The dark-haired Food Technology Mistress allowed Auntie Wendy to move out of the way before replacing her at the left-hand side of the bed. Jane laughed quietly as she swished the dense cane through the air several times before she placed it against my burning bottom. She began tapping it against my backside, intentionally trying to hit the same area as Wendy had done. Jane began tapping harder and harder and I gasped as the cane began stinging my already sore lower buttocks.

The forty-two-year-old with the shoulder-length brown hair paused and took a deep breath before she drew the cane back, holding it high in the air for a moment. Once satisfied, she sent it swinging through the air, nodding with satisfaction as it landed a second later across my lower left bum cheek.

“Thwack!”

I cried and squirmed around on the bed as the pain registered, but Louise and Rachel ensured that I wasn’t going anywhere, simply holding me tightly and pushing me into Louise’s damp skirt. Out of my sight, Jane Wardell had raised the cane once more, and similar to Auntie Wendy, took no time at all to administer her remaining strokes, expertly landing the cane within millimetres of the previous one. Again, another set of straight, deep red, thin tram lines appeared across my lower buttocks and my sobs and sniffs became louder.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

Mrs. Wardell looked at my bottom as she stood, holding the cane in her right hand. She ran her left hand across my lower bum cheeks and the tops of my thighs, which were red and sore, darker red lines from the cane standing out against the various shades of light and dark red and pink. She turned to Pauline Manson and held the cane out to her.

“Teach this naughty little boy to hold doors open for his teachers in the future, won’t it ladies?” She hissed.

She walked across to where Wendy stood, and allowed Pauline to take the cane from her as she moved across to the left-hand side of the bed.

“God, I enjoyed that and wish I could have done that when he allowed that door to swing back and hit me making me drop all of my books! Ooh, to drag him to my Food classroom, get his trousers and pants down and bend him over my desk for a thrashing!” She laughed.

My History Mistress spent a few minutes contemplating my red, bruised and swollen bottom as I was soothed by Rachel and Louise on the bed. Once she was happy where she would land her half-a-dozen swipes with Wendy’s crook-handled cane, Miss Manson took up her caning position. Unlike the others, the forty-four-year-old with the short, brown hair, had caned regularly whilst working in a previous school. She had been Head of Year and had spanked, slippered, strapped and caned those naughty students who found themselves in her office. The crook-handled cane was almost identical to the one which she used to display proudly behind her desk, within easy reach, if and when it was required.

Pauline slipped off her shoes and adjusted her very dark, Prussian blue short-sleeved blouse and beige knee-length skirt before placing her left hand on her left hip. She leaned over the bed slightly, placing her left foot in front of her right and carefully laid the dense, dragon cane across the centre of my bottom. She held it against my already burning bottom and, unlike the others, didn’t waste any time at all. Miss Manson licked her lips and lifted the cane in the air, took a deep breath and brought the cane swooshing through the air. It crashed against my bottom a moment later, the sound echoing around Wendy Taylor’s bedroom.

“Thwack!”

I screamed into Louise’s lap and found myself being pushed further into my Maths teacher’s navy blue skirt by Louise and Rachel. Behind me, Pauline Manson raised the cane in the air once again, and after a short pause, she brought down her second, full-force and emotionless stroke. This landed within millimetres of her previous one, kissing the centre of my left buttock. The experienced disciplinarian took less than three minutes to administer her six strokes.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

Once completed, Miss Manson stepped away and smiled as she admired her handiwork. She had landed her half-a-dozen strokes across the fleshy centre of my muscular bottom, each stroke landing within millimetres of one another, equally distributed between my left and right bum cheek. Auntie Pauline smiled across the bed at Louise Walton, who continued to hold me for a few minutes before she gently raised my head and moved me off her lap. She shuffled around on the bed until she stood up, adjusting her long, navy blue skirt and short-sleeved white blouse.

As Miss Walton took the crook-handled cane from Miss Manson, Rachel Lindley moved across from the left side of the bed into the centre and smiled at me as she reached over with her hands and placed them on my shoulders before softly pushing my head down into the crotch of her white cotton trousers. As I lay there, she leaned over and kissed the back of my shaven head.

“Ssshhh. There, there, young man. Nearly finished.” She whispered in my ear soothingly.

Out of my sight, Miss Walton took up her caning position at my left-hand side and she flexed Wendy’s crook-handled dragon cane in both hands before bending her left knee slightly and placing the dense cane across my bottom. She began tapping the nasty cane against my bare buttocks, each tap becoming harder and harder as she became more and more aroused. She tapped so hard that each time it touched my bottom I winced. It was as hard as Rachel’s cane strokes had been at the start of my caning and she hadn’t even started her part of my punishment yet!

“Ssshhh, Sweetie. We’re only doing this for your own good.” Rachel whispered as she watched Louise raise the cane in the air.

A moment later, Miss Walton landed her first stroke, the cane swooshing through the air as it travelled towards my bottom. It’s journey was then ended abruptly as it crashed against my poor backside. It announced it’s arrival with a loud “Thwack!” which echoed around the room and out onto the landing.

I screamed into Miss Lindley’s white trousers, but Miss used her strength to hold me down, trying to kiss the back of my head and soothe me as I squirmed around over the pillows.

“Ssshhh, Lovely. Auntie Rachel loves you.” She whispered as she tightened her grip, watching as Louise Walton re-took her caning position.

“Thwack!”

The thirty-six-year-old landed her next painful swipe across the centre of my already battered and bruised left buttock.

I cried and shouted into Miss Lindley’s lap, but the young PE Mistress held me securely.

“Ssshhhh, Peter. This is what happens if you’re rude or naughty. Nearly there, young man.” Rachel kissed the back of my head softly as she looked up at Miss Walton, who had already laid the cane across my bottom, ready to deliver her next stroke.

“Thwack!”

My right buttock received a painful stroke from the lady with the short, dark brown curly hair. Again, I screamed and cried into Rachel’s crotch and the young woman continued to kiss my hair softly.

“There, there, Dear. Miss Walton is doing this for your own good.” She soothed.

Auntie Louise smiled at that last comment. She was doing it not for my own good, but because she really wanted to teach me a lesson for messing up her seating plan but especially for my fascination with her lovely, large breasts.

After a few moments, the well-built Maths Mistress administered her fourth stroke, again, catching my right bum cheek just below the centre. Again, I struggled, squirmed and cried, but Auntie Rachel continued to hold me tightly, soothing me.

“Thwack!”

After another few moments pause, Louise Walton wrapped out her final two strokes. This time, she did not give me any time to recover between strokes, opting to whip them across my left, then my right, bum cheek, catching me low across my swollen backside.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

I screamed and pleaded as the pain hit home, but any noise coming from my mouth was muffled by Rachel, who pushed my head down with both hands until I was face down in her white trousers. The PE Mistress tried her best to soothe me, ssshhhing me, kissing the back of my head gently and allowing me to get a good nose full of her lovely and discreet perfume.

“Wendy. Can I give him another six, seen as he really is a little pervert who wants to touch my breasts?” Louise laughed.

She really had enjoyed caning me and had become so aroused. The young teacher would have to make her excuses and go to the toilet to take care of herself once my punishment had been concluded.

Auntie Wendy looked across at Jane, then Pauline before smiling at Miss Walton. Like the other ladies in the room, she was desperate to take care of her urges that had grown more and more as she watched my punishment.

“One mouthful of hot, sticky spunk just isn’t enough.” She smiled as she thought to herself.

Mrs. Taylor touched her breasts through the unbuttoned light blue blouse she was wearing.

“Of course Miss. My nephew should be given another six of the best from you seen as he has been having dirty thoughts about your breasts. I would try to land them across the creases in between buttock and thighs so that he is reminded about your displeasure for quite a few days to come.” Mrs. Taylor spoke in her teacherly tone.

Louise Walton nodded across at her and immediately laid her cane across the crease in between my right buttock and thigh.

A moment later, she whipped the cane down, catching that delicate area, expertly.

“Thwack!”

I wriggled and squirmed, face down on the double bed for all I was worth, but it was a futile gesture due to Miss Lindley using her weight to hold me in position. I couldn’t go anywhere, and my screams and cries were ignored as the thirty-six-year-old Maths Mistress, coldly, and slowly, administered her remaining strokes with the heavy cane, catching the creases in both legs three times.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Miss Walton held the crook-handled cane across my right thigh for a moment after administering her last stroke before she lifted it and smiled at Auntie Wendy who immediately walked across her bedroom until she was standing directly behind me as I lay with my hips on her pillows at the bottom of her king-sized bed. Louise laid the cane down on Wendy’s dressing table and stared at Miss Lindley who was sitting with me face down on her lap on the bed. Mrs. Taylor smiled at Rachel, who continued to hold onto me tightly, kissing the back of my head and ssshhhing me gently in an attempt to calm me down. I was crying and sniffing uncontrollably and not even the sensation of Wendy’s hands gently rubbing and touching my bruised bottom and thighs helped to soothe me.

“A well punished bottom indeed, ladies.” My French Mistress said as she turned and left the room and headed to her bathroom.

Mrs. Taylor returned a couple of minutes later with a pack of plasters, a pack of antiseptic wipes and a tube of Aloe Vera gel in her hands. She immediately set about cleaning me up,. Wendy placed the pack of plasters and tube of gel on the bed beside me and smiled at her friends as she pulled a couple of wipes from the pack before she placed them on the bed. The forty-two-year-old teacher then spent a few minutes running the moist wipes over every inch of my sore bottom and thighs. Once she was happy, she placed the used wipes on the bed and picked up the tube of cooling gel. Auntie Wendy flipped the cap of the tube open and squirted a good handful into her right hand before closing the cap on the tube and placing it on the bed next to her pack of wipes and plasters.

Once again, Wendy Taylor spent a few minutes rubbing the soothing and cooling gel into every inch of my bottom and thighs, stroking my flaccid cock with her right hand as she rubbed the gel into my inner thighs. I continued sniffing and sobbing into Rachel’s white cotton trousers which by this time, were wet from my tears. After a few minutes, Wendy stopped and smiled across at Louise Walton, who stood there with her arms folded across her chest, watching her.

“Seems like you have cut his bottom, Louise with your caning.” My French Mistress announced quietly.

Louise Walton licked her lips and watched as Wendy opened the pack of plasters and carefully applied a couple to the small cuts that had appeared across my sore and swollen bottom. As Mrs. Taylor took care of me, Rachel released the hold she had on my shoulders and sat back on the bed, my face still buried into the crotch of her white cotton trousers. Wendy smiled at the young PE Mistress before she picked up the rubbish and her pack of plasters, wipes and tube of gel and returned them to the bathroom. Whilst she was gone, Pauline, Louise and Jane said nothing to one another as they removed their blouses, placing them carefully on top of where my clothes had been piled earlier that evening.

Wendy gasped with shock on her return as she noticed her three friends standing there in just their skirts and bras.

“Ladies?” She asked confused.

Miss Manson smiled at her and looked across at Rachel, who was stroking my head and appearing to have successfully calmed me down. My crying and sobbing had stopped, and my breathing had almost returned to normal. Mrs. Taylor joined the other ladies in removing her azure blue, long-sleeved satin blouse which she laid down carefully on her dressing table.

“Time to soothe this young man, Wendy.” She said quietly.

“It is Pauline.” Wendy Taylor nodded.

As she spoke, Miss Walton reached behind her back and unfastened her silky white bra, pushing it forward and slipping her arms out before she threw it onto the bedside cabinet. Her large breasts sagged down with the weight, her large, dark brown nipples standing out erect. She smiled at the others, and one after the other, they too removed their bras, before they stood behind me, intrigued to find out what was going to happen next.

“You wanted to soothe him, Rachel?” Auntie Wendy asked the PE Mistress quietly.

Rachel looked up at her and nodded.

“Yes please. I think he’s been a very good boy tonight and taken his punishment well.” She announced.

Mrs. Taylor nodded at her, smiling as she noticed that Rachel was looking at each of the women’s breasts.

“Peter. Stand up and then carefully lie on your back on my bed.” Auntie Wendy instructed.

It took me a few minutes to sort myself out, but with a little help from Miss Lindley, I stood facing Wendy’s king-sized bed. As I stood there, Jane reached down and replaced the four pillows at the top of the bed. I slowly walked around to the right-hand side of the bed and looked at Rachel Lindley as she stood up. I lay down on her bed and closed my eyes.

“Would you like me to keep my blouse on or take my blouse off, young man?” The PE Mistress asked.

I opened my eyes and looked at her standing there. Her jade green, long-sleeved blouse was undone, and I could see her small, but lovely breasts, sticking out proudly under her light pink bra. As I thought about her, and felt my cock beginning to swell once more, Louise Walton lay down on the left-hand side of the bed and placed her right arm around me.

“Can you keep it on Auntie Rachel, please?” I asked excitedly, as Louise snuggled up with me on the bed.

“Of course I can, Sweetie.” Rachel purred and climbed up onto the bed, sliding in between my legs and immediately taking my cock in her right hand.

I remained silent as the next sensation I felt was Miss Lindley’s right hand slowly masturbating me whilst her left hand stroked my balls. As Rachel pleasured me, Louise pushed her large breasts against my bare chest and looked at me.

“Go on, young man. Show Auntie Louise exactly what it is that you wanted to do to her tits.” She purred and smiled as I moved my head towards her.

As I felt Rachel’s hands working away at my cock and stroking my balls and my anus, I leaned over and began kissing Miss Walton’s large right breast. I worked my way all around the dark brown nipple, before licking it in a circular motion and then gently biting on it until I heard Louise’s breathing become heavier and heavier.

“Ooh, you bad, bad, boy!” She moaned as I continued to work away on her large breast.

After a few moments, I repeated this on her left breast, and she lay back on the bed and just allowed me to do whatever I wished to her large breasts. As I pleasured Louise Walton, at the bottom of the bed, Miss Lindley continued to wank me off, looking over at Wendy, Pauline and Jane as she did so. Once she was happy that my cock was fully hard, she slowly licked the tip of it with her tongue, before licking right down the length of my eight-inches. She repeated this twice more before she carefully took me inside her warm mouth.

I continued to play with Louise’s breasts but could feel myself becoming more and more aroused as Rachel sucked and licked my cock and I could soon feel myself coming close to a second climax of the evening. Not knowing how she would react if I shot my load in her mouth, I stopped kissing Miss Walton’s breasts and sat up on the bed and looked down at the PE Mistress, who was busy working away on my cock, expertly pulling it in and out of her mouth, and obviously, enjoying every moment.

“Miss. I’m close!” I gasped.

I expected Rachel to pull my cock out of her mouth and finish me off by hand until I came, but she simply carried on regardless as I got closer and closer to climax. Miss Walton stroked my chest with the fingernails on her left hand and watched as my muscles tightened and I shuddered on the bed, gasping as I felt my spunk hurtling up the shaft and towards Auntie Rachel’s waiting mouth. A second later, Rachel seemed to gasp and pull back a little as the first spurt shot into her mouth, shortly followed by a second, which she took and swallowed. The thirty-four-year-old held my cock in her mouth for a while until she was sure that she had taken every drop before she pulled it out slowly and gently.

Once it was out and she was holding it in her right hand, she continued licking and cleaning every inch until she was satisfied. I collapsed into the pillows on the bed and smiled as Louise cuddled me. We lay there for a few minutes before Wendy picked up her implements and the others picked up the clothing that they had removed.

“Well, ladies. I think that we shall go downstairs and have some more wine.” She announced excitedly and looked across at Rachel who was sweating from her exertions.

“Rachel, dear. Why don’t you lie on the bed with Peter and have a cuddle?” She continued.

Miss Walton got up from the bed and Rachel Lindley replaced her beside me. I immediately put my right arm around her and pulled her close, holding her tightly. She said nothing as I used both hands to touch her green, long-sleeved blouse and smell her sweet scent. After a short while, I cupped her right breast in my right hand and squeezed it gently through her bra. She just smiled and stroked my face softly with her left hand.

“Did you enjoy your cock being sucked?” She whispered in my left ear.

I nodded at her as I continued to touch her breasts, enjoying the feeling of her cotton blouse touching my skin.

“Yes. Auntie Rachel. I’m glad I could hold onto it for you, unlike when I was with Tina.” I replied quietly.

Rachel Lindley smiled and sat up on the bed, leaning over and kissed me gently on my lips. She began to fasten the buttons on her jade green blouse.

“You were a really good boy for me, Peter and I enjoyed giving that lovely cock of yours a nice long suck. I just felt a little awkward having to put my plimsoll across your bottom seen as you’ve never misbehaved for me.” She smiled before leaning over and kissing me on the lips once more.

I sat up on the bed and touched her small breasts through her blouse.

“I’ve always wanted to be punished by you Miss, ever since the girls mentioned what you had done to them, but never knew what to say to you, or how to get in trouble so that you’d take me into your office and spank me,” I explained.

Miss Lindley smiled and got to her feet, looking down at me on the bed as she tucked her blouse carefully into her white trousers.

“Well, I punish the girls because they’ve annoyed me in some way, but I doubt that you would ever do that, Sweetie.” She brushed her hands through her short brown hair before continuing.

“But if you wanted me to do it to you in the future, then all you need to do is tell Auntie Wendy and I’m sure that I could come and join her one evening and then I could put you over my lap or give you another walloping with my plimsoll. Just as long as you promise Auntie Rachel that she can touch and suck your cock.”

“Yes, please. Auntie Rachel.” I answered far too enthusiastically.

“It’s so much better than being forced to suck on Claire’s strap on!” She laughed.

“I think Auntie Wendy wants you back downstairs, so come on. Grab your clothes and let’s not keep her waiting any longer, shall we?” The PE Mistress walked over to the chair in the corner of the room and picked up my clothes in her hands.

Within a couple of minutes, we were back in Mrs. Taylor’s living room, where the ladies were sat on the sofa and armchairs, having all dressed, drinking more wine and chatting about what they had just participated in. Rachel walked through to the dining room and placed my clothes on the table, before picking up her glass and heading to the kitchen, returning a few moments later with her glass filled once more.

“Get in your corner Peter. Hands on your head, but instead of facing the wall, this time you will stand there facing us, so we can get a good look at your cock.” Wendy Taylor instructed.

“Yes. Auntie Wendy.” I replied quietly.

I walked over to the corner of the room, next to the armchair on which Jane sat. I stood, burning bottom near the cool metal of the radiator, hands on my head, semi-hard cock on full display for the ladies to see.

“So, then, Auntie Rachel. Do you prefer spanking girls or boys, after tonight?” Pauline Manson asked, a genuine interest in her tone of voice.

The PE Mistress smiled awkwardly as she thought about how she would reply.

“I do like walloping the girls when they have misbehaved for me or punishing the girls in my form class if they have annoyed others, but I did enjoy being able to touch and tease this lovely young man tonight and taste a mouthful of cum for a change. It was very nice.” She said as she stared across the room at me.

“Peter’s a lovely young man and he’s got a very nice bottom, but an even more impressive cock.” She added, taking a sip of wine from her glass.

Mrs. Wardell reached across with her left hand and gently began to touch my still burning and sore bottom as I stood with my hands on my head.

“Yes, I can see the attraction Auntie Rachel – if only my husband got so excited at seeing me and was able to get a hard-on when required. I’m tempted to give our naughty nephew a suck myself. Can’t remember the last time I gave a blow job.” She looked at my cock longingly.

Mrs. Taylor got up from the sofa, wine glass in hand, and walked across to me where she cuddled me, pulling me close with her left arm which she put around my shoulders. She looked over me and smiled at Jane.

“Sorry, Auntie Jane, but this one is mine tonight. Perhaps next time you’ll volunteer first when he needs his cock sucked?” She smiled.

The ladies continued to chat about various topics for over an hour, each of them at some point walking across to me and cuddling, kissing and touching me. I said nothing as I stood there with my hands on my head listening to what they were saying and then allowing them to do whatever they wanted to do to me. I particularly enjoyed feeling Louise’s large breasts being rubbed against my bare back through her white cotton blouse, This was followed by a long hug from Rachel, who touched my throbbing cock with her right hand, smiling as she used her other hand to touch and stroke my balls.

As the ladies prepared to leave, Auntie Wendy smiled at me and walked across the living room until she stood within inches of me, reaching across and kissing me softly on my lips.

“Right, young man. Up those stairs and get yourself to bed. God help you if you’re not in bed when I come up and check on you.” She purred, reaching over and kissing me on the lips once again.

She smiled as she looked down at my rock hard cock pointing at her and she spent a few moments stroking my bare chest with the fingernails on her right hand, working all the way down my body until she began touching the length of my cock that was almost touching her knee-length black skirt. As Wendy was doing this, Jane reached down and picked up her handbag from the floor, rummaging around for a few moments until she brought out her mobile phone. She smiled at me as Mrs. Taylor stopped touching and teasing me and pointed with her left arm towards the stairs. As I left the living room and began climbing the stairs, Jane Wardell ordered two taxis to take the ladies home.

As I lay on my stomach on Wendy’s large bed I could hear the ladies downstairs in the hallway as they said good night to Mrs. Taylor. Once the front door had been closed for a second time, it went quiet and I assumed that Auntie Wendy had returned to the living room to tidy away the glasses and things. She spent a few minutes clearing away before I heard her turning off the lights in the living room, closing the door, checking that the front door was locked before she began climbing the stairs. Once at the top of the stairs, she turned off the light on the landing and stood in the doorway to her bedroom, the lamps on the bedside cabinets illuminating my red and swollen bottom on her bed.

After a few moments where Wendy Taylor stood looking at me lying face down on her bed, she walked into her bedroom and stood at her dressing table and began to undress. First, she unbuttoned her satin azure blue, long-sleeved blouse, removing it before folding it carefully and placing it down on the table. Next, she reached behind her waist and unzipped her black, knee-length skirt, pushing it down and smiling as it fell to the floor. The French Mistress carefully stepped out of it before bending down and picking it up in both hands, folding it carefully and placing it on top of where her blouse was.

The forty-two-year-old then reached behind her back and unfastened her light blue bra which she slipped her arms out of before adding it to the pile of clothing on her dressing table. She spent a few moments touching and squeezing her small breasts with both hands, looking carefully, and suggestively at the small, light brown nipples. Finally, Auntie Wendy slipped both hands down the sides of her light blue knickers and slowly pushed them down until they went past her knees and fell to the floor. Once again, she carefully stepped out of them before reaching down to pick them up and placing them on top of her pile of clothes. She then walked over to the left-hand side of her king-sized double bed and lay on her back.

I moved my head to the left and looked over at Wendy, who was lying there with her legs wide open. She placed her left hand on my red hot and throbbing bottom and waited until I shuffled around until I was lying on my back next to her. Immediately, her hand went for my hard cock and she began to stroke it gently. I reached over and gently kissed her on the lips, before I placed both hands around her small breasts, which I squeezed softly.

We continued touching each other for a few minutes, kissing as we did so. Having started by kissing her pale lips softly to begin with, we then started to explore one another’s mouths with our tongues, my hands holding onto the older woman’s breasts tightly as we became more and more aroused. Mrs. Taylor continued stroking my cock and balls with her hands as we explored one another, becoming hotter as she did so, the juices between her legs beginning to flow freely. As she became more and more turned on, she took her right hand and grabbed my left arm and pulled my hand from her breast, pushing it down and towards her pussy, that was neatly topped with a clump of dark pubic hair.

“Make Auntie cum, you bad, bad boy!” She purred as my fingers touched her pubes.

I held my fingers over her neat little bush for a few minutes, slowly moving them back and forth, smiling as I watched the older woman squirming around on the bed as the sensation of feeling my fingers touching her registered in her brain. We continued kissing one another as my fingers slipped inside Wendy’s pussy. It was warm and moist, and her breathing became heavier and heavier as I slowly and carefully pushed deeper inside her. Once I was comfortable with how I was positioned on the bed, I began to move my fingers deeper and deeper inside her, first moving them slowly, then rapidly, touching and then withdrawing from Wendy’s clit.

Mrs. Taylor kissed me hard on the mouth and gasped as she came close to climax as my fingers continued to touch and tease her. After a few moments, I held my fingers against the older woman’s clit and pushed down gently, holding them against it and smiling as my French Mistress came loudly, muffling her orgasmic screams by kissing me, her tongue thrust deep into my mouth. She collapsed into the pillows on her side of the bed but after a few minutes to recover, she made me repeat the process and then twice more, each time announcing her orgasm with a loud scream of delight.

“Oh, yes, Peter! That’s it Peter! Fuck Auntie Wendy as hard as you can!” She yelled as she came.

After her fourth orgasm, I carefully took my fingers out of her wet pussy and we lay there in one another’s arms. After a short while to recover, Wendy sat up and reached over me, slowly and softly masturbating my semi-hard cock in her hand until I responded by stroking her small breasts that stood out in front of her with their nipples erect. After a few minutes where we touched and teased each other, Wendy got up from the bed and gestured for me to do the same.

“Do Auntie Wendy from behind, naughty boy. Do her hard and make her cum!” She purred as she positioned herself at the bottom of the large double bed.

Within moments, I was standing behind Auntie Wendy, her small, tight bottom on full display, legs spread wide as she held onto the bed in front of her. I held onto her hips with both hands and slowly manoeuvred my hard cock into her warm pussy. Wendy moaned as the tip of my cock entered her and she sank deeper into the mattress on the bed, pushing down with her elbows, her bottom rising a little further in the air. Once I was happy, I began thrusting away, pushing my eight-inches all the way inside her, starting off slowly but building up the momentum of my thrusts until it was becoming faster and faster, the only sounds in the bedroom being Wendy’s gasps as she became aroused and my balls slapping noisily against her bum cheeks as I worked away.

After a few minutes, I could feel myself near to climax and held Wendy’s hips tightly in both hands. She was breathing heavily and struggling to stay in position on the bed as my cock prodded further and further inside her. I tried to touch absolutely every part of her pussy as I pounded away before, eventually, I shot my load into her, gasping as that first spurt flew inside her, shortly followed by a second and then, surprisingly, a third. My French Mistress moaned with pleasure and collapsed onto the bed in front of her, but I continued to hold her, my cock still inside her warm and wet pussy.

Once she had recovered, Wendy pushed my cock out and sprawled on the bed, moving around until she was laid out on her back on the right-hand side of it. I took a few moments to recover my breath before I walked around the bed and laid down next to her. We held one another, stealing the occasional kiss, before we lay there chatting about what had happened that evening.

“So, young man. Did you enjoy yourself tonight with your Aunties?” She asked as I brushed her shoulder-length dark blonde curly hair from her face.

“Yes, Auntie Wendy. It was amazing. Thank you?” I replied honestly.

She playfully ran the index finger on her left hand down my bare chest.

“And what was your favourite part of your punishment – who was your favourite Auntie?” She continued.

“Auntie Rachel, even if she walloped my bottom so hard,” I answered.

“And I liked Auntie Louise’s breasts,” I added.

Wendy Taylor laughed.

“I know you did, you, naughty, naughty boy!” She smiled, continuing to stroke my chest with her finger.

“Auntie Rachel enjoyed herself too – perhaps not spanking you, but she certainly enjoyed sucking your cock.” She said as she leaned over and kissed my lips softly.

“Perhaps if you’re a good boy, then we can get Auntie Rachel over again and maybe she could put you over her knee and smack your bottom with her hand next time?” Wendy Taylor added.

I nodded enthusiastically.

“I’d really like that, Auntie Wendy. She’s lovely.” I replied quietly.

“Yes. Nothing like being spanked and caned by a lesbian, is there?” The French Mistress laughed before kissing me once more.

After a few minutes talking about Miss Lindley, the conversation moved onto what was going to happen next time, and my next punishment.

“So, Peter. Next time, I think that Auntie Sylvia and myself will deal with you for that long-standing issue that you have with her. What do you think, young man?” Mrs. Taylor asked.

“Yes, Auntie Wendy.” I replied, not actually knowing what “issue” my ex-English Mistress had with me.

“Perhaps you would like to tell me what you did to upset her, you naughty boy?” She purred.

I shook my head vigorously. I honestly had no idea what I had done to Sylvia Davies, who had last taught me six years ago.

My French Mistress laughed and kissed my lips once more.

“Have it your way then. We’ll just have to beat it out of you, won’t we?”