Such A Drama: Wendy And Friends Punish Peter Again - Part One free porn video

My spankings at Mrs. Taylor’s house continued after I had left school. She had summoned me to her home every six to eight weeks or so during my time in the Sixth Form, most of the time with just her, sometimes with a special guest in attendance too. There had been a couple of occasions where Pauline Manson and Jane Wardell had joined Auntie Wendy to discipline me; my ex-Maths Mistress, Louise Walton had also popped over once again and, most interestingly for me, Rachel Lindley, the lesbian PE Mistress had joined Mrs. Taylor a few times, giving the older woman a tutorial on how to administer a plimsoll to a bare bottom effectively and severely. She also enjoyed herself once my punishment was over by pleasuring me afterwards.

I had also discovered that Rachel Lindley hand-spanked extremely hard too and I had to admit that I loved being informed by Wendy that the PE Mistress was going to join us for my spanking sessions. However, this weekend was not going to be so enjoyable for me. It had taken Mrs. Taylor nearly two years to arrange it, due to various reasons, but that Saturday evening I was going to face my ex-English Mistress, Mrs. Sylvia Davies, who did have a genuine reason to punish me, stretching back over four years. Added to that, an additional surprise visitor was to be Mrs. Natalie Bolton, the extremely tall and slim, blonde-haired Drama Mistress.

I had not had anything to do with the lady with the extremely long blonde hair since my first year at the school, over six years ago now, but my disciplinarian had laughed when she had informed me over the phone that the hard-handed teacher was to be one of her guests that weekend.

“Issues have to be dealt with, no matter how long they have gone, don’t they, young man?” Mrs. Taylor had asked.

I had simply accepted this, still fearful of the Drama Mistress, whose single, hard-handed slap with her heavy right hand across the lower part of my right leg was still quite fresh in my head despite the years that had gone by.

So, here I was, in my usual position of being totally naked, facing the wall in Wendy’s large living room with my hands on my head. My forty-five-year-old ex-French Mistress busied herself in her kitchen as she awaited the arrival of her two guests that Saturday night and, once she had done everything she needed to do, she spent time teasing me as I stood in silence facing the magnolia-coloured walls. She did not say a word as she allowed her hands to wander over my naked body, smiling as she deliberately brushed against me, her long-sleeved violet satin blouse making me gasp as the cool material touched my skin.

Mrs. Taylor licked her lips and began to breathe deeply as she took hold of my cock in her right hand, slowly masturbating it until it was solid in her warm hand. The sensation of feeling Wendy’s satin blouse and her black skirt, as well as her warm hand gripping my cock tightly almost made me shoot my load, but I managed to control myself.

“Maybe I should have done this earlier as the ladies said they would be here at 7,” she said quietly, looking over at the clock on the wall behind her.

It was already 6.50pm.

“Maybe we had better leave it for now, even if you have got Auntie Wendy so turned on, you bad, bad, boy!” she purred, still stroking my cock gently with her fingers.

I struggled to stay still as I felt myself coming closer to orgasm as the older woman touched my rock-hard cock that pointed out proudly in front of me, almost touching the radiator.

“Or perhaps after you have been spanked, and tonight, you really are going to be spanked my lad, maybe Auntie Sylvia, or Auntie Natalie, will take you in hand?” she teased, letting my cock go, and walked over to her armchair where she sat down.

Shortly After 7, a car pulled up outside Mrs. Taylor’s impressive house and two ladies got out, chatting to the driver before closing the car doors and walking down the driveway until they came to Wendy’s front door. A moment later, the doorbell chimed loudly, and Auntie Wendy got up from her armchair and left the living room. I listened carefully as she opened the front door and greeted her guests, the ladies chatting in the hallway for a few minutes as Mrs. Taylor closed and locked the door before inviting the two women to go through to her living room. I closed my eyes tightly as I stood facing the wall with my hands on my head, instantly aware that the women were now standing in the large living room looking at me standing there.

“A drink ladies before we deal with Peter’s “issues” tonight?” Auntie Wendy asked cheerfully as she stood in the doorway.

“This is for you, Wendy.” Natalie Bolton announced, holding out a bottle of white wine.

Mrs. Taylor smiled as she took it in her right hand.

“Oh, thank you, Natalie. But there honestly was no need. I have plenty of bottles in already,” the French Mistress replied.

“Why don’t you ladies make yourselves comfortable while I get you a glass and then we can have a good chat about how we are going to deal with my naughty young man, this evening?” she continued.

As I stood there, trying to fight the temptation to turn around and look at Mrs. Bolton and Mrs. Davies, Wendy walked through to her kitchen and spent a few minutes pouring three glasses of wine and putting the expensive bottle of white wine that Natalie had brought, in her fridge. Behind me, Sylvia Davies sat down on the sofa, smiling across at Natalie, as she removed her jacket and laid it over the back of the sofa before she ironed the creases from her three-quarter length pleated skirt and adjusted her golden yellow, long-sleeved blouse.

Natalie Bolton, the Drama Mistress, removed her navy suit jacket and laid it over the arm of the armchair before she sat down carefully, again, like Sylvia, ironing the creases from her expensive-looking navy ankle-length skirt. She smiled at Mrs, Davies as she carefully rolled up the long sleeves on her candy-apple red satin blouse, ensuring that there were no creases before smiling at the older woman. Just as Natalie sat back in the leather armchair, Wendy returned with three glasses of wine which she carefully handed to Sylvia, then Natalie, before she took her seat next to Mrs. Davies on her large leather sofa.

The three female teachers chatted about various subjects for a while – work, families, holidays – before Wendy brought the conversation round to my punishment that evening. I continued to stand, facing the living room wall with my hands on my head as they discussed my behaviour. I kept my eyes closed and tried to take my mind off my throbbing cock that was almost touching the cold radiator on the wall in front of me. I also tried to avoid thinking about Mrs. Bolton, who was sat on the armchair that was just behind where I stood.

“So, Sylvia. What is this long-standing issue that you have with my 'nephew', Peter?” she spoke quietly before taking a sip of wine from her glass.

The English Mistress sat forward on the sofa next to Wendy, unintentionally opening her legs. She took a mouthful of wine from her glass before she answered.

“Well, I taught him lower down the school and I liked to seat my classes boy/girl, boy/girl.” She looked across at Natalie and then back to Mrs. Taylor.

“During the year I taught this one, he sat next to Nicola Duggan and then later in the year, Kelly Wilkinson.” She brushed her shoulder-length brown hair behind her left ear with her left hand.

“Sluts!” Natalie Bolton commented.

Mrs. Davies nodded and took another sip of wine from her glass.

“Indeed, Natalie. I knew that this one was uncomfortable sitting next to Nicola, but never got to the bottom of the issue. So, I moved him next to Kelly but soon noticed that he had the same issue with her too. I asked him about it, but he refused to tell me. The girls simply said that there was nothing wrong.” She stared across at me, standing facing the wall.

“A couple of years later, one of the girls, Joanne, I think it was, told me what Nicola and Kelly had been doing in my lesson, when my back was turned, and I was disgusted.” She smiled as she placed her left hand on her left knee.

“Turns out that Nicola and Kelly had been touching Peter under the desk, squeezing his knee, touching his thighs and his cock over his trousers,” she laughed.

“I was quite disgusted that the girls would do such things in my classroom and never got the chance to punish anyone for it – I never taught them again before they left school, and never taught Peter as he moved up the school. So, it has remained with me ever since, and when I found out that you spank him regularly, then I wanted to deal with this issue too – if I can’t spank Nicola or Kelly, then he’ll have to take their punishment for their disgusting behaviour as well as his own, won’t he?”

“Indeed,” Natalie replied sternly, nodding across at Sylvia on the sofa.

The Drama Mistress’ tone of voice made me shiver as I stood facing the wall with my hands on my head. I truly was going to get a punishment spanking from her. The memory of that one, hard slap across the back of my right leg all those years ago came flooding back. I was going to get a thousand times worse from her that night.

“And yourself, Auntie Natalie? What has this bad, bad, boy done to upset you?” Mrs. Taylor asked quietly, playing with the sleeves on her violet, long-sleeved satin blouse as she did so.

Natalie Bolton took a sip from her wine glass, leaned across from her armchair and placed it down on the coffee table in front of her before she continued.

“Well, you know that I did smack him during a drama lesson not long after he had started at the school and, although it was done just because I was having a bad day, and I noticed him not doing things the way I expected, I think I would have liked to give him a heck of a lot more than just that one slap on the back of his leg,” she laughed.

Mrs. Bolton leaned forward in the chair and touched the backs of my legs with her large, and extremely hard, right hand. I winced as she did so, the pressure in my bladder building as I became nervous about the punishment that was coming my way.

“So, I take it that you’d like to start us off Natalie with a very hard hand spanking across Peter’s naughty bottom, and of course, the backs of his legs?” Auntie Wendy stood up and adjusted her skirt.

Natalie continued stroking the backs of my legs with her warm hand.

“If neither of you object?” she answered.

Sylvia Davies shook her head and Wendy Taylor simply laughed.

“Not at all, Natalie. I’m more interested in watching how hard you actually can spank – the rumours I’ve heard about you are terrifying. Plus, I’d rather just use things like the slipper and the belt on this naughty boy, just like I used on my own children when they had misbehaved,” Mrs. Davies replied.

“Great. I’ve been looking forward to this since Rachel told me about what she had been doing to this naughty little one,” the Drama Mistress said, continuing to stroke the backs of my thighs as she did so.

“I can see why Nicola and Kelly liked sitting next to him, though, if his cock was that big while he was at school!” she said as she touched my throbbing cock with her left hand.

As the thirty-nine-year-old drama teacher continued stroking my backside and my cock with her hands, Wendy Taylor walked into the dining room and carried one of her high-backed, padded leather dining chairs into a space in the living room where she set it down, standing and smiling at Mrs. Bolton, who was inspecting my bottom and my cock closely.

“When you’re ready, Auntie Natalie, perhaps you can show Sylvia and myself, as well as our naughty nephew, why you have such a reputation as a very, very, hard hand spanker?” Wendy smiled at the tall, blonde-haired woman before she sat down on the sofa next to Sylvia Davies once more.

Wendy Taylor and Sylvia leaned across to the coffee table, picked up their wine glasses and took a sip of wine as they sat looking across at Mrs. Bolton, who continued touching my bottom for a few more moments before she stopped and slowly got up from the comfortable leather armchair. She smiled at the two women on the sofa, ironing the creases from her ankle-length skirt and red, long-sleeved blouse before taking my right hand in her left and carefully turning me before leading me over to where Auntie Wendy had placed the dining room chair.

Mrs. Bolton said nothing as she let my hand go and then sat down on the high-backed padded leather chair, again, adjusting her skirt and the sleeves on her blouse before turning her full attention to me.

“Peter. I slapped you on the back of your leg during my lesson because you did not follow my instructions quickly enough. Did it hurt, young man?” she spoke quietly as she looked up at me standing there.

I nodded.

“Yes, Mrs. Bolton,” I replied nervously, looking across at Wendy for support.

Natalie Bolton shook her head, before running both hands through her long, blonde hair, pushing it behind both ears and out of the way before she continued.

“Tonight it’s 'Auntie Natalie', young man. And Auntie Natalie is going to give you a lot more than just one smack on your leg for your poor behaviour,” the thirty-nine-year-old spoke quietly but sternly, shuffling around on the seat as she did so.

“I’m going to show you that you were very lucky in my lesson that day and, had I been able to, that you would have received a lot more – and a lot worse – from me, in front of the whole class,” she scolded.

I shifted around nervously, trying to hold my hands behind my back, but aware that my erect cock was pointing directly at the tall, blonde-haired woman sitting on the seat before me.

“Auntie Natalie is going to spank your bottom and the backs of your legs until they are red – as red as my blouse,” she smiled.

“And then, I’m going to use Auntie Wendy’s clothes brush, then my carpet beater, wooden paddle and then, you lucky boy, you’re going to get the cane from me,” she continued.

I stood there in shock. I truly was in for the hiding of my life. As I stood there nervously, trying not to look at the blonde-haired Drama Mistress, Mrs. Bolton unbuttoned the second from top button on her bright candy apple red blouse. She adjusted her long blonde hair once more before she smiled over at Sylvia and Wendy, who were sitting on the sofa, wine glasses in hand.

“Anything to say for yourself before I begin, young man?” Natalie looked up into my eyes.

I shook my head.

“I’m sorry, Auntie Natalie,” I said almost in a whimper.

Mrs. Bolton laughed as she sat back on the high-backed chair and moved her hands out of the way.

“You’re sorry?” she repeated.

“Yes, Auntie Natalie,” I said in a panic.

“I will guarantee that you will be very sorry by the time I’m through with you this evening – plus, you’ve got the added fun of Auntie Sylvia and Auntie Wendy to look forward to as well!” She raised her voice slightly.

“Get yourself over my knee and not another word, Peter, or with the mood I’m in with you right now, then I’ll guarantee that you will not be sitting down on that botty of yours for a week. Am I making myself clear to you, you, naughty, naughty, boy?” Natalie’s voice became a little louder still.

I nodded once more.

“Yes. Mi… I mean, Auntie Natalie,” I replied quickly, correcting myself as I did so.

The thirty-nine-year-old woman looked down at her navy skirt and patted her knees gently with both hands.

“Over my knees. I’m assured that you know the routine and no fuss from you, otherwise I’ll make it a lot worse.” Mrs. Bolton looked up at me and watched as I slowly followed her instructions.

I took a step over and reached across the woman’s lap, placing my hands flat on the carpeted floor in front of me. I slowly lowered myself down until my cock was resting on the Drama Mistress’ lap, neatly balanced on top of each of her strong knees. Behind me, my feet were flat on the floor and I opened my legs slightly, allowing Natalie Bolton to get a good look at my cock and balls that were touching her long, navy skirt.

The strict teacher said nothing as she placed her large left hand solidly on my lower back, pushing me down into her skirt as she did so. This made my bottom rise in the air slightly, putting me in the perfect spanking position. Next, Auntie Natalie placed her large right hand on my bottom and sat with me draped over her lap for a few minutes, preparing herself for what was to come. I could feel that we were both starting to become hot from the position I found myself in. My cock was enjoying feeling the material of Natalie’s skirt, and the warmth coming from beneath her long navy skirt made it obvious that the older woman was turned on from what she was about to do to me too.

Mrs. Natalie Bolton did not mess around. There was to be no gentle rubbing of my bum cheeks and backs of my legs like Jane Wardell, or Wendy, had done during my previous punishments. To her, this was a punishment spanking for an incident that had happened years ago, and a punishment spanking I was going to receive. No touching. No rubbing my bottom. Within a few moments of settling across the older woman’s lap, Mrs. Bolton pushed down solidly with her left hand to hold me in position on her lap and, out of my view, she raised her large right hand in the air. Natalie looked across at Wendy and Sylvia who were sitting watching her from the sofa before she returned her attention to me.

“Now, you naughty little boy. You deserve every smack I’m going to give you and woe betide you if you give me any trouble as I do this to you.” She raised her voice.

Within a few seconds, her seriously hard right hand landed across the fleshy centre of my muscular bottom with a loud “Slap!” The sound it made echoed around Mrs. Taylor’s living room. Wendy and Sylvia sat there, wine glasses in hands, open-mouthed at how severe Natalie Bolton could punish.

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

The blonde-haired Drama Mistress laid out half a dozen, slow, full-force smacks with her right hand across the centre of my bottom, landing three hefty slaps across each buttock. The tears formed in my eyes almost immediately as Mrs. Bolton spanked – and spanked harder than I had ever been spanked before. Auntie Natalie said nothing as she paused to examine the effect that her first few smacks had had upon my bottom and smiled as she noticed that the centre of my fleshy bottom had already started to change colour, from a pale shade to a light pink.

“Naughty boys who upset me end up across my knees and they get their bottoms smacked – and I smack very hard, Peter!” the Drama Mistress hissed as she raised her right hand in the air once again.

I simply closed my eyes tight and tried to stop the tears forming in my eyes. I did my best to take my mind off the pain that each slap with Natalie’s right hand caused and settled in the best I could for an angry hand spanking from the tall, blonde-haired lady.

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

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

The thirty-nine-year-old woman laid out another dozen slow and extremely painful slaps across the centre of my bottom, which was already starting to become warm from the attention from Auntie Natalie’s large right hand.

“Dirty little pervert – I mean, actually enjoying being spanked by your female teachers,” she spoke softly as she raised her right hand in the air once more.

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

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

Another dozen hard smacks with her heavy hand kissed the centre of my bottom, slightly lower down than her previous assaults. I began to move around on her skirt as the pain began to become too much for me, but Mrs. Bolton simply pushed down harder with her left hand and continued her work.

“Oh no, young man. I’m just getting started with you this evening, so just settle in because you’re going to be over my knees for quite a while,” she scolded before landing another dozen smacks with her hand across the lower part of my bum cheeks.

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

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

“Dirty boys who get an erection at the thought of being spanked – tut, tut, tut!” Natalie looked across at Wendy and Sylvia who were watching her with a look of shock across their faces.

I sniffed and sobbed loudly, but Mrs. Bolton held me down into her skirt and blouse with her left hand, applying even more pressure as she pushed down on my lower back.

“I bet you got an erection when I slapped you at school, didn’t you, you filthy little creature!” she continued, feeling my hard cock prodding against her left leg as I lay on her lap.

I did not answer, and this seemed to make Natalie Bolton even more angry with me. The tall, blonde-haired woman shuffled around on the padded dining room chair until she was comfortable with the position she had me in. Truth was, Mrs. Bolton was enjoying herself. Not only was she fulfilling the fantasy of punishing a naughty boy, but she was becoming increasingly turned on as she did it. She knew that she was damp between her legs and could feel how wet her knickers were but also she could sense that her nipples were erect under her bra. The Drama Mistress couldn’t believe what Wendy and her other female colleagues had been doing for months now and couldn’t wait to use me for her own pleasure like they had once my punishment was over.

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

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

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

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

The strict disciplinarian said nothing as she slapped the lower part of my bottom slow and hard with her heavy right hand. By now, my bottom had turned a deeper shade of red and was giving off an impressive amount of heat. Natalie ignored this fact as she laid out another two dozen hard slaps, ensuring that she covered every single inch of my muscular buttocks.

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

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

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

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

“Dirty, dirty, boy!” she hissed before administering another two dozen smacks across my lower bum cheeks.

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

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

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

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

By this point, I was crying freely, and my tears were falling onto the carpet below. I tried to stop my punishment by bringing my right arm up and placing my right hand across my bottom to prevent Natalie’s hand from continuing its painful work, but she simply laughed and took my right wrist in her left hand and held it tightly out of the way.

“Please, Auntie Wendy – make her stop!” I pleaded through the sobs and tears as Mrs. Bolton continued to smack my bottom as hard as she physically could.

I could not see Mrs. Taylor’s response, but she smiled sweetly and shook her head at me as I lay there having my bottom tanned mercilessly by Natalie.

“No, Sweetie. You have been a very naughty boy and Auntie Natalie is showing you what happens to naughty boys who upset her. So ssshhhh, young man – it’s for your own good. Do you really think that Auntie Natalie enjoys having to smack your bottom?” She spoke quietly, hardly audible over the constant sounds of Mrs. Bolton’s hand connecting with my bottom at regular intervals.

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

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

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

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

The more I struggled, the more Mrs. Bolton tightened her grip on my right wrist and pushed my arm further up my back. This eventually stopped me squirming and wriggling around in a vain attempt to avoid my Drama Mistress’ hard hand. Natalie also pulled me tightly into her lap until I could feel her blouse and skirt touching my bare skin.

“Actually, Auntie Wendy, I do enjoy spanking his sorry little arse!” the blonde-haired lady replied before applying yet another dose with her large right hand to my bottom.

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

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

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

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

Mrs. Bolton paused for a moment to get her breath back, still holding my right arm behind my back. She laughed as she saw how red my bottom was, resting her large right hand across the centre of my backside and laughing as she felt the intense heat coming from it.

“Ooh, it’s like a little radiator, ladies!” she said softly before returning to the task in hand.

Another five minutes followed where the thirty-nine-year-old slapped my bottom hard and slow, ensuring that she visited every inch with her nasty right hand. She ignored my cries, sniffs and sobs and looked over at Wendy and Sylvia, who had not taken their eyes from her the whole time.

“And now, ladies, time for my specialty.” Mrs. Bolton placed her large right hand across the back of my right leg and paused.

I knew what was coming my way and my cries and pleas for her to stop became louder, struggling and wriggling for all I was worth, but it was all in vain.

The blonde-haired Drama Mistress laughed. And then ignored me as she slowly, and deliberately slapped me two dozen times across the backs of my legs and on the backs of my thighs, careful to administer twelve extremely hard smacks right down the length of each of my legs. The sound of her heavy hand connecting with my bare legs echoed around the living room and out into the hallway.

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

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

“I bet you had a wank after I had smacked you in my lesson, didn’t you?” Auntie Natalie said as she finished this part of my punishment.

She placed her large right hand on my lower back and released her grip on my right wrist, smiling as my hand fell back down to the floor. As the Drama Mistress sat there with both hands flat on my back as I lay draped across her knees, she began making fun of me.

“I bet that you wished that you had come to see me after school so that I could give you a proper spanking over my knee, didn’t you?” she continued as she felt my cock pushing hard against her thigh.

“Well, Peter. You’re going to find out that I really enjoy spanking people’s bottoms and also just exactly how hard I can spank.” She began touching my burning bottom with her dark-red painted fingernails.

“And maybe, if you’re a very good boy and take your punishment from us like a good boy, then maybe Auntie Natalie will show you how a proper woman gives a blow job,” she leaned forward on the chair and whispered in my right ear.

This had been a reference to Miss Rachel Lindley, the lesbian PE Mistress, who had sucked me off after my punishment in front of Wendy’s other guests during a previous Saturday night spanking party.

As Natalie sat stroking my burning bottom and thighs, Wendy Taylor got up from the sofa and smiled at Mrs. Bolton as she watched her with me draped over her lap. Auntie Wendy ironed the creases from her knee-length beige skirt and her long-sleeved violet satin blouse before walking past where Natalie had me over her knee and continued into her dining room where she had laid her spanking implements out on the dining table. After a few moments, she walked back into the living room and stood at Natalie Bolton’s right-hand side. She smiled at the younger woman as she showed her the small wooden ruler and her nasty little ebony-backed clothes brush, which she handed to the blonde-haired woman sitting on the seat. The Drama Mistress took the brush in her right hand before placing it on my back.

“Now, young man. We’re going to continue your punishment and you’re going to lie there and take whatever we give you with as little fuss as possible. Am I making myself clear to you, Peter?” she spoke sternly.

As she spoke, Mrs. Taylor smiled at Natalie before laying the thin, thirty-centimetre-long wooden ruler against the crease in between my right buttock and thigh. I shuffled around and in between the sniffs and sobs, I replied to her.

“Yes, Auntie Wendy. Please stop – I’ll behave myself from now on. I promise!”

Mrs. Bolton laughed before stroking my shaven head softly with her left hand.

“Aw! Bless him!” she laughed.

Auntie Wendy said nothing as she concentrated on where her first smack with the innocent-looking ruler would land.

“That may well be, young man. However, we are dealing with your past misbehaviour – not what may happen in the future. That is why I’m not going to administer very much of your punishment tonight – just my ruler and the cane – and why Auntie Natalie and Auntie Sylvia are going to be teaching you a lesson that hopefully, you never forget,” she spoke softly.

“You upset them in the past and that is what you’re being punished for tonight, young man. Do you understand?” she continued.

I nodded and more tears fell onto the carpeted floor below.

“I’m sorry, Auntie Wendy,” I eventually managed to reply.

Mrs. Taylor smiled at Natalie Bolton and then across at Mrs. Davies, who was on the sofa watching my punishment.

“You keep saying that, don’t you, Peter, but we need to punish you for your past misbehaviour so just be a good boy and lie there and take it,” the French Mistress spoke soothingly.

“Auntie Natalie. Can you hold him tightly so he can’t wriggle and move about while I spank him, please?” Wendy continued as she adjusted the sleeves on her blouse.

The blonde-haired Drama Mistress threw the clothes brush onto the carpeted floor and stopped stroking my head. The next sensation I felt was her left arm reaching under my stomach and then being pulled into her skirt and blouse and then being held in an almost vise-like grip. She placed her right arm on top and pushed down, my cock being forced against her covered thighs.

“Right, naughty boy. Just take the smacks with the ruler and no fuss, otherwise I’ll start over,” Wendy Taylor instructed calmly.

Within seconds, she had started, and within a few minutes the twenty-four stinging slaps with the ruler had been administered. They were deliberately targeted against the creases in between my bottom and thighs and Auntie Wendy hit the spot every time, twelve across each crease.

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

“Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!” “Smack!”

I cried, sniffed and sobbed for all I was worth, but I could not escape – Auntie Natalie made sure of that, holding me tightly against her candy-apple red blouse and using her weight to hold me still. Mrs. Bolton continued to hold me securely for a while after Wendy had concluded her part of my punishment, and she smiled as the older woman walked around to her left-hand side and picked up the clothes brush from the floor and held it out for her.

“Back to you, Auntie Natalie,” Mrs. Taylor smiled sweetly as the blonde-haired lady took the small brush in her right hand.

“Thank you,” Natalie replied and contemplated the brush for a few moments before laying it out across my already sore and swollen bottom.

As the Drama Mistress thought about where she would land her nasty swipes with the brush and how many she would give me for my bad behaviour, Wendy walked over to the dining room table and placed her ruler down before returning to the sofa, where she picked up her glass of wine before retaking her seat next to Sylvia.

The English Mistress had said very little as she watched my punishment from Natalie and Wendy, not taking her eyes from what was going on in the opposite corner of the room. She took a sip of wine from her glass and turned to look at Mrs. Taylor, who unbuttoned the top two buttons on her violet satin blouse.

“God this is quite something, Wendy. I mean, I’m feeling so hot from just watching it,” the dark-haired English teacher said quietly.

Auntie Wendy sat forward on the leather sofa, unintentionally pushing her small breasts out in front of her as she did so. The French Mistress began laughing as Natalie’s first full-force smack with her clothes brush landed across the centre of my already sore bottom with an almighty “Thump!”

“It really does get you aroused just watching it, Sylvia. I have changed my knickers twice today just at the thought of what is going to happen tonight, and I’m wet once more.” She smiled at Sylvia as she touched the older woman’s right arm with her left hand.

The two women continued chatting as they watched Natalie repeatedly bringing the nasty little oval-shaped clothes brush down hard against my increasingly red and bruised bottom. Auntie Natalie said nothing, instead concentrating upon holding me securely in place over her lap with her left arm as she spanked me slow and hard with the ebony-backed brush.

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

Once again, my tears were falling freely onto the carpet below as Mrs. Bolton laid out smack after smack with Wendy’s nasty little brush. The blonde-haired disciplinarian ignored my sobs and tears, focusing instead upon landing the brush as hard as physically possible against the centre of my bottom. She did this slowly, and expertly, all the while holding me securely over her lap with her left arm, meaning I could not move no matter how hard I struggled against her.

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

“Now, now, Peter. Auntie Natalie is doing this for your own good. You just lie there, and you take each smack,” she spoke as she spanked.

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

“I’m going to make sure that you learn who is in charge from now on, young man!” she hissed, before sending the brush down across my backside once again.

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

“I’m going to spank you so hard tonight that you won’t want to even think about masturbating after we’re finished with you.”

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

“I hope that you didn’t masturbate after I had slapped your leg in my lesson?” she spoke sternly and paused, looking over at Wendy and Sylvia on the sofa.

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

“Or had a wank after you’d been in Auntie Sylvia or Auntie Wendy’s lessons. You filthy, dirty, little boy!” she laughed wickedly before rapping out another dozen slow and hard smacks with the brush.

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

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

As the thirty-nine-year-old teacher sat with me over her knees, she rested the brush on my back and began gently rubbing my burning bottom and thighs with her large right hand. She did this for a few minutes, ignoring my sobs and sniffs as I struggled to recover my composure after the beating with the brush. As Sylvia and Wendy got to their feet and walked into the dining room, Mrs. Bolton brought her left arm slowly out from around my waist, deliberately touching my cock and balls as she did so. She smiled to herself and leaned over me.

“Nice to see that I haven’t beaten that out of you, naughty boy. Auntie Natalie still needs to show you how a real woman uses that – not girls like Tina, or lesbians like Auntie Rachel.” She smiled to herself.

As I lay there, over Natalie’s lap, I could smell her sweet perfume and I began to relax, gently pushing myself against her long navy skirted thighs. She simply allowed me to do this and began running her fingernails down my hot bum cheeks and the backs of my legs. Without saying a word, she slipped her index finger of her right hand between my buttocks and touched my anus, gently massaging it before returning her attention to my erect cock.

Behind her, Sylvia and Wendy were looking at the implements that had been laid out on the dining room table. Mrs. Davies smiled as she picked up Wendy’s large, size ten slipper with its rubber sole. She tapped it gently against the palm of her right hand and looked over at the living room where Natalie was still sat on the high-backed dining room chair with me lying over her knees.

“Peter. Get up and come here and bend over the table. It’s time for Auntie Sylvia to teach you a lesson for upsetting her,” Mrs. Taylor instructed and stood waiting with her hands on her hips.

It took me a couple of minutes to ease myself off Mrs. Bolton’s lap but, with Natalie’s help, I stood up and made my way into the dining room and stood facing Wendy and Sylvia, who both stood there trying to look as strict as they could.

“Right, young man. I want you to go and bend over the table. Reach right over it and grip the far end of the table. Spread your legs and prepare yourself,” Wendy instructed.

Just as I began moving into position, we were joined by Natalie Bolton, who held one of Mrs. Taylor’s cushions in her left hand.

“Perhaps place his face in this while he is spanked, Wendy – to muffle the noise?” she smiled.

Wendy Taylor nodded at her before looking down at my cock longingly.

“Thank you, Natalie,” she replied and watched as the Drama Mistress walked round to the far end of the table.

The blonde-haired woman laid the cushion on the table and helped me to position myself, holding me down into the dark red cushion by pushing down on my shoulders with both hands. Behind me, Auntie Wendy gently opened my legs until she was satisfied that I was in the perfect position for a walloping with the slipper.

“Over to you, Auntie Sylvia.” The French Mistress took a few steps towards the wall so that her friend had enough room to get a good swing with the large, black slipper.

Behind me, Mrs. Davies took up her position to my left-hand side, carefully adjusting her skirt and the long sleeves on her yellow blouse before she kicked off her black shoes. Next, she brushed her hair behind her ears before starting to gently tap the heavy slipper against my already battered backside.

“Right. Just like I would give my daughters when they misbehaved at school or at home – you are going to get the slippering of your life, young man. Next time, you will come to me if you have any problems and Auntie will sort them out for you. Otherwise, you will find yourself bent over and getting a damned good hiding for keeping such horrible things to yourself,” she said as she continued tapping my bottom with the slipper.

“How are Rebecca and Rachael these days, Sylvia?” Wendy smiled as she asked.

The slipper was drawn back.

“Perfectly behaved, Wendy,” She replied as she took aim before bringing the slipper down hard across the centre of my fleshy bottom.

“Thud!”

The pain burned deep into my already sore bottom, but no matter how hard I tried, Mrs. Bolton used all her weight and strength to hold me securely in place.

Mrs. Davies then set about her work, not saying a word as she administered a painful slippering across the centre of my bottom in batches of six.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

I had started crying almost immediately, but the noise I made was muffled by Auntie Natalie pushing me down into the cushion on the dining room table.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

“Filthy little beast, having his thighs and cock touched during my English lesson!” Sylvia hissed.

Mrs. Taylor smiled at her as she paused and re-took her position. Wendy walked into her living room and emptied her wine glass before picking all three up and taking them into her kitchen.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

Auntie Wendy laughed as she listened to the slipper kissing my bottom at regular intervals as she refilled the ladies’ glasses.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

Wendy smiled as she walked back into the dining room as Mrs. Davies continued to slipper my bottom as hard as she physically could.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

As my French Mistress placed the glasses down on her coffee table in the living room, Auntie Sylvia paused and leaned in close to look at my battered bottom. It was a mix of shades of reds, but the predominant one was a dark shade of red which covered the majority of my bottom and the backs of my legs. After a few moments, Sylvia re-took her position at my left-hand side before laying the nasty slipper against the tops of my thighs. Over the next couple of minutes, she smacked the large, rubber-soled slipper as hard as she physically could against the top of my thighs.

“Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!” “Thud!”

Those six smacks burned into my delicate thighs, but my sniffs, sobs and tears went unheard thanks to being pushed down into the cushion on the dining table. Mrs. Bolton continued to hold me as Auntie Sylvia placed the slipper down on the table and reached over to pick up her thick, tan-coloured leather belt.

“No wonder your daughters are so well behaved and well-adjusted young ladies, Auntie Sylvia,” Mrs. Bolton commented as she continued to hold me down into the dining room table.

The English Mistress smiled as she carefully adjusted the long belt in her right hand.

“Yes, my girls could always twist their dad around their little fingers from a very early age, so it was left to me to put them back in their place if they misbehaved. They learned to fear the slipper and especially this belt.”

Mrs. Davies placed the metal buckle of the belt in the flat of her right palm and began wrapping the long piece of leather around her hand until she was satisfied with the length she had left with which to thrash my already swollen bottom that was standing out before her.

“And they used to learn from it – always given with love but given as hard as I physically could – no matter how much they screamed or cried or pleaded with me,” she continued, looking at where she was going to land her first stroke.

“I remember Rebecca being given the gym shoe from her PE teacher, Miss Williams, for forging a note to get out of PE. I then gave her a damned good slippering that evening at home – in front of her sister – and a few days later when we had started talking once again, she said that my slippering had hurt much more than what she had got at school,” Sylvia laughed as she took the belt over her right shoulder.

Mrs. Bolton tightened the grip she had on my shoulders and pushed her weight down on me as she sensed that the English Mistress wanted to get on with my punishment. I continued crying into the cushion on the table and awaited the searing pain that the belt was sure to cause across my bottom.

“Six of my very best, young man,” Mrs. Davies announced coldly, adjusting her stance as she did so.

A few moments later, the forty-nine-year-old teacher sent her nasty piece of leather flying through the air, its journey broken when it connected across the lower part of my right buttock with a loud “Whap!”.

The pain burned deep into my already sore bottom and I wriggled and moved around as the pain registered in my brain. Behind me, my ex-English Mistress simply returned the belt to her right shoulder and waited for me to return to my previous position. Across from her, Auntie Natalie pushed down even harder on my shoulders and back, taking a few moments until she could use her strength to overpower me so that I was once again held securely over the table. Once satisfied, Sylvia Davies sent her second stroke with the belt hurtling towards my swollen bottom, this one landing straight across the fleshy centre of my buttocks.

“Whap!”

Again, I struggled and squirmed as the pain burned into my bottom, but Natalie held on tight and made sure that I could not move. I continued to sniff, cry and shout into the by now damp cushion that covered my face as the dark-haired teacher slowly and as hard as physically possible, laid the nasty piece of thick leather across my backside four more times until she had completed her six swipes with it.

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

“Whap!”

As I continued to cry, Auntie Sylvia looked at her belt and shook her head when she noticed the small blood spots that had appeared from my six, no-nonsense strokes with it. She then leaned in close and smiled as she noticed the impressive shade of dark red that dominated my bottom and thighs from my punishment so far. Sylvia then laid the belt next to the other implements and looked across at Mrs. Taylor, who had watched her in awe as the usually quiet and unassuming lady administered a spanking with the slipper and belt that was obviously going to have a long-lasting impact on me.

“No the wonder that your Rebecca and Rachael are such lovely young ladies, Auntie Sylvia!” she had exclaimed, a wide smile across her face.

Across from me, Natalie released the hold she had on me with her hands and looked over at the two other women.

“Why don’t I hold him for you, Auntie Natalie, while you give his naughty bottom a taste of your carpet beater?”

Within a couple of minutes, Wendy was standing in front of me, pushing me down into the wet cushion with both hands on my shoulders. Not even the sensation of feeling the sleeves of her satin blouse touching my bare back could calm me as I continued to sniff and sob from the beating that Mrs. Davies had just administered across my bottom. Out of my view, the blonde-haired Drama teacher had picked up the large bamboo carpet beater, with its long, narrow handle and large, patterned head, and laid it gently across my buttocks. She tapped me gently with it before raising it in the air and pausing for a few moments.

“How many, Auntie Wendy?” the tall, blonde-haired woman asked.

Mrs. Taylor did not reply for a few moments, concentrating instead on ensuring that she held me securely for this part of my punishment.

“Up to you, Auntie Natalie. As many as you see fit to teach this naughty, naughty, boy a lesson that he won’t be forgetting in a hurry,” the lady with the dark-blonde curly hair replied.

“Shall we start with twelve and see how we get on then?” Mrs. Bolton asked.

She did wait for a reply before landing her first stroke with the surprisingly heavy carpet beater with its large, inter-woven head.

“Crack!”

The carpet beater covered my entire bottom seen as its head was so large, and it stung like crazy. I struggled and squirmed around, but Wendy held me as behind me, Mrs. Bolton slowly and carefully laid out her remaining swats with this strange implement. She smiled at the strange sound it made as it connected time after time with my bare skin.

“Crack!” “Crack!” “Crack!” “Crack!” “Crack!”

“Crack!” “Crack!” “Crack!” “Crack!” “Crack!” “Crack!”

Once she had completed this part of my punishment, the blonde-haired woman paused to inspect her handiwork. She stood with the carpet beater in her right hand whilst brushing her long, blonde hair behind her head with her left hand. The strange bamboo implement had added to the bruising on my buttocks, which were now a deep shade of red, but Natalie Bolton wasn’t finished with me yet. After a few minutes to calm down, she laid the carpet beater on the table next to the other implements and picked up the large, American-style wooden spanking paddle with the eight round holes that ran its length, in two rows of four.

She wasted no time at all in retaking her position at my left-hand side and laying the heavy paddle across my bottom. Wendy Taylor nodded at her and pushed down harder on my shoulders to hold me in place for this, the penultimate part of my punishment. The thirty-nine-year-old Drama Mistress tapped my bottom several more times with the wooden paddle until she was happy where her first swat with it would land. She then drew it back and unleashed a powerful forehand which drove the spanking paddle hard against the lower part of my fleshy bottom.

“Whack!”

I tried to jump up from the table, but Auntie Wendy pushed her weight down on my back, ensuring that I could not go anywhere as Natalie Bolton continued her work with the paddle.

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

After those first half a dozen swats, Mrs. Bolton paused and leaned across to inspect my bottom. She ran her right hand across my burning bum cheeks before standing up and flicking her flowing blonde hair behind her ears once more. Within moments, she had resumed tapping my bottom with the paddle in preparation for the rest of my punishment. I did not have long to wait, and over the next five minutes or so, Auntie Natalie administered another dozen full-force and painful swats with the wooden paddle, deliberately targeting the centre and lower part of my buttocks.

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

“Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!” “Whack!”

Once she had finished she smiled across at Wendy, and then Sylvia, as she contemplated the spanking paddle which she held in her right hand.

“I’d love to have a go with that, Natalie!” Mrs. Davies said, smiling sweetly at her taller friend.

Mrs. Bolton laughed and held the paddle out to her.

“Go ahead, Auntie Sylvia. Give his pathetic little arse a damned good hiding with it,” she replied, holding out the eighteen-inch-long paddle in her right hand.

The English Mistress took hold of the heavy paddle in her right hand and took up the position at my left-hand side, so recently vacated by Natalie. In front of me, Wendy Taylor pushed down harder on my shoulders once again, all three ladies ignoring my tears, sniffs and sobs that had been constant during my punishment that evening.

Mrs. Davies adjusted the sleeves on her long-sleeved yellow cotton blouse and laid the large paddle against the centre of my already battered and swollen bottom. She focused upon where it would land before drawing it back and, over the next few minutes, administered six solid and no-nonsense swats with it, the sound each hit made as it connected with my bare bottom echoing loudly around the dining room.

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

“Whack!”

Auntie Sylvia smiled at Wendy and Natalie before leaning over and taking a close look at my bottom, which was a deep shade of red, with a series of red hand prints down the backs of my legs where my Drama Mistress had slapped my legs. Mrs. Davies ran her right hand gently down my burning bum cheeks and thighs before she stood up and returned the paddle to the table.

“God, I enjoyed that!” she laughed as she adjusted her yellow blouse.