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

Auntie Wendy continued to hold me down over the table as I continued to cry and sob. She looked across at Natalie and Sylvia and nodded towards her crook-handled dragon cane that was lying next to me on the dining room table.

“Ladies, why don’t you each give him at least six of the best with the cane and I’ll go and fetch some cream and plasters for his poor bottom,” she spoke softly as she got up and released the hold that she had on me.

The tall, blonde-haired Natalie Bolton picked the cane up from the table and held it in her right hand, contemplating it carefully. She licked her lips as she swished it through the air several times before she walked across the dining room until she was stood at my left-hand side. Wendy Taylor laughed as she left the room and headed upstairs to the bathroom to fetch her tube of aloe vera gel, a pack of antiseptic wipes and some plasters. I continued crying into the cushion on the table, aware that my punishment wasn’t quite finished.

“Do you want to go first, Natalie, and I’ll hold him?” Auntie Sylvia asked, already moving around the table until she stood in front of where I was lying.

From behind, I heard the cane being swished again as Mrs. Bolton tried to get the feel for it.

“If you don’t mind, Miss. I’ve never caned anyone before, so it’ll be an experience for me,” she replied as she carefully laid the dense cane across my bottom, ensuring that the two-foot-long implement was perfectly positioned.

“Well, I have – many years ago, and by God, I miss it. I used to enjoy seeing the sheer look of shock on the faces of those naughty boys and girls when I told them that they would be getting six of the best for their bad behaviour or poor work.” Sylvia placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed down to hold me securely in place on the dining table.

“I’m sure that this one and sluts like Nicola and Kelly would have been so much better behaved in my lesson had I been able to bend them over and cane them across their bare bottoms,” she continued.

Natalie began tapping the cane against the fleshy centre of my bottom before looking across at Sylvia Davies.

“I always wondered what impact it would have on them had we been able to cane them, but I was always unsure about doing it – hence, my reliance on giving naughty ones a slap across the backs of their bare legs – a short, sharp shock, as they say.” Auntie Natalie laughed and drew the cane back.

The tall, blonde-haired woman paused and took a deep breath before she brought her first stroke down. It landed painfully across the lower part of my right buttock.

“Thwack!”

I cried into the cushion, and my shouts were further muffled by Mrs. Davies, who pushed me down, using all her weight. Natalie Bolton smiled as she immediately noticed the thin red line that had appeared across my right bum cheek and she raised the cane once more. A few seconds later, her second stroke landed, this time, across my left buttock.

“Thwack!”

The Drama Mistress held her cane against my skin for a moment before she lifted it, nodding as she noticed the second red line that stood out prominently, directly across from her first. Again, I cried loudly into the cushion and Sylvia licked her lips as she watched the younger woman, slowly and carefully, caning me.

“Thwack!”

“You seem to be a natural at this, don’t you, Auntie Natalie?” she laughed as she held onto me.

“Thwack!”

Again, the cane bit into my lower right bum cheek and Mrs. Bolton paused for a few moments to adjust her skirt and to take a look at the latest deep red line that had been left on my bottom. Once she was satisfied, she re-took her position and took aim once more, bringing the next stroke down hard across the centre of my muscular bottom.

“Thwack!”

“Now, Peter. You know what they say about a caning, don’t you?” Mrs. Davies spoke into my right ear.

I said nothing, instead, crying and sobbing into the cushion.

“Well, that last stroke is always given the hardest to drive the message home,” Sylvia continued.

Behind me, Auntie Natalie tapped the cane against my bottom and prepared to land her last stroke.

“Auntie Natalie is only doing this for your own good, young man,” Auntie Sylvia continued.

The last few words came after Mrs. Bolton landed her final stroke with the crook-handled cane.

“Thwack!”

The thirty-nine-year-old teacher held the cane against the centre of my bottom for a few moments before she lifted it and took a close look at her handiwork. She smiled as she noticed the six, straight, neat, thin red lines that had covered the centre and lower part of both bum cheeks, three across each. They stood out against the other shades of pink and red that covered my bottom. Mrs. Bolton ran her left hand across the lines before she stood up and held the cane out to Sylvia.

“Auntie Sylvia?” Natalie smiled across to the older woman.

My ex-English Mistress released her hold on me and walked around the table, taking the cane in her right hand. Natalie replaced Sylvia standing in front of me and she wasted no time in taking hold of my shoulders with both hands and pushing me down into the cushion on the table.

“Ssshhh, Ssshhh. There, there, young man. We’re only doing this to help you turn into a nice young man,” Mrs. Bolton spoke soothingly.

Sylvia Davies adjusted the sleeves on her yellow blouse and wasted little time in laying the cane against my bottom. She began tapping it against my backside, and, unlike Mrs. Bolton, she tapped very, very hard. Her caning really was going to be a severe one. Just as she prepared to lift the cane from my bottom, Wendy Taylor walked into the living room and then into the dining room, where she laid her plasters, gel and pack of antiseptic wipes on one of the other dining chairs. She smiled as she noticed the cane marks that Natalie had left across my bottom.

“Six of the best, Peter. And as I cane you, I want you to think about Nicola and Kelly and that you have taken their share of the punishment tonight.” Mrs. Davies lifted the cane in the air and took a deep breath.

A moment later she sent the dragon cane flying through the air and towards my vulnerable backside.

“Thwack!”

The heavy cane landed expertly across the centre of my already swollen bottom. The English Mistress left the cane against my bottom for a few moments as she listened to me sobbing and crying into the cushion on the table. Sylvia gave me a few moments to recover before she took aim once again. Her next stroke landed a few seconds later, again, across the fleshy centre of my bottom.

“Thwack!”

Natalie Bolton continued to whisper soothingly in my ear as she held me down, but it did not work. All I could feel was the nasty cane biting deep into my already battered bottom at regular intervals, meaning my cries and shouts became louder.

“Thwack!”

The forty-nine-year-old dark-haired woman seemed to be caning harder and harder, each stroke becoming more painful than the last.

“Thwack!”

“You’re lucky that you’re only getting six of the best from me, young man. The mood I’m in with you tonight, I could easily cane you for another hour or so,” Sylvia laughed as she laid out her next stroke.

“Thwack!”

My bottom now had eleven, neat, deep red lines from the caning equally distributed across both bum cheeks and Auntie Sylvia Davies laid the crook-handled cane across my left buttock for her final stroke.

“I’m so turned on, ladies,” she announced as her final stroke landed and bit deeply into my bottom.

“Thwack!”

Mrs. Davies took a close look at my bottom before she stood up and smiled at Wendy. As my English Mistress took a few steps to allow Auntie Wendy to take up her position, she held the cane out to the younger woman with the dark blonde curly hair. Mrs. Taylor took the cane in her right hand and quickly took up her caning position.

“So turned on, are we, Auntie Sylvia? Perhaps you’d like to help 'soothe' this one once we’re finished?” she smiled as she began tapping the cane gently against my bottom in preparation for those final six strokes.

Mrs. Davies licked her lips and unintentionally began touching her large, well-formed breasts through her yellow cotton blouse.

“I’m sure that I can help with that, Auntie Wendy. He’ll enjoy being touched and fondled by a real woman, I’m sure,” she replied as she watched Mrs. Taylor.

Wendy caned me relatively quickly, having a conversation with Sylvia and Natalie as she did so, Mrs. Bolton holding me in position over the table and ignoring my cries and shouts.

“Thwack!”

“So, can you give him a better blow job than Rachel, Auntie Natalie?”

“Thwack!”

“He does love having his thighs, cock and bum stroked, Sylvia.”

“Thwack!”

“I think you’ll be impressed at how well trained this one is when it comes to the bedroom.”

“Thwack!”

“So then, Natalie. Did you enjoy caning him?”

“Thwack!”

“He’s a very, very good boy in the bedroom and keeps Auntie Wendy very satisfied, don’t you, Sweetie?”

“Thwack!”

“There, there. All done, Dear. You’ve been a very good boy and taken your punishment very well indeed.”

Wendy Taylor laughed as she laid the cane down beside me on the table and immediately reached down for her pack of antiseptic wipes. As she cleaned and soothed my burning buttocks with the moist, cooling wipes, Natalie Bolton held onto me and tried to soothe me. After a few minutes, Wendy placed the used wipes on the table and opened her tube of aloe vera gel, which she opened and squirted a handful into the palm of her small right hand. She flipped the cap shut and placed the tube back onto her table before the forty-five-year-old woman said nothing as she concentrated on rubbing the cool, soothing gel into every inch of my burning buttocks, thighs and the backs of my legs.

Auntie Wendy smiled at the other ladies as she teased me by gently squeezing my cock with her warm right hand, stroking my inner thighs and touching my anus with her fingers. She held them there for a few minutes, smiling as she heard me beginning to calm down from my punishment. As I settled, Natalie released her hold on me and stood up, adjusting her bright red satin blouse and navy skirt as she stared at Auntie Wendy, who continued touching and teasing me. After a short while, the French Mistress stopped touching me and spent a time applying two small plasters across two cuts that had opened on my right buttock from the caning.

“Right, ladies. That’s the punishment, so now for the pleasure. Who wants to put our naughty nephew to bed?” she purred, as she picked up the rubbish from her table.

Sylvia and Natalie laughed, the latter continuing to stroke my back with her hands as I remained bent over the table.

“How about you put him to bed, and I’ll clean up a little and we’ll have another glass of wine and a chat before we pleasure our naughty nephew?” Auntie Wendy smiled as she moved towards the door to her kitchen.

As Mrs. Taylor left the dining room, Mrs. Bolton gently and carefully lifted my head and pulled me to my feet. Through my tear-stained eyes, she smiled and took my right hand in her left and slowly began to lead me into the living room, into the hallway and then up the stairs. Sylvia Davies followed behind, not saying a word as she studied my red, bruised and swollen bottom and thighs. Once we had reached the open door to Wendy’s bedroom, Natalie Bolton led me inside and pulled the duvet and sheets back on the king-sized bed.

“Sent to bed without any supper, you naughty, naughty, boy – tut! Tut! Tut!” she said softly before reaching over and taking my right hand.

“Lie down, Peter,” she spoke quietly and smiled at me as I carefully lay on the bed.

As I lay on my stomach, my head resting on the pillows, the Drama Mistress pulled the sheet and duvet over me and smiled as I snuggled into them. The blonde-haired woman leaned over and kissed me softly on my lips.

“Sleep well, naughty boy. Perhaps Auntie Natalie will come and check on you in a little while and maybe she’ll show you that you’ve been forgiven,” she whispered.

Mrs. Bolton brushed my shaven head with her left hand before she walked over to the bedroom door. Sylvia walked over to where I was lying and bent down and kissed me gently on my forehead. Her yellow cotton blouse brushed against my face as she stroked my head tenderly.

“Perhaps you can think about how you would like Auntie Natalie and myself to show you that we have forgiven you for your naughty behaviour?” she spoke quietly as she leaned in once more and kissed my right cheek.

The ladies said nothing as they left the bedroom, Natalie closing the door behind her. They headed downstairs and back to the living room, where Wendy was sitting waiting for them. She had cleaned the implements which had been replaced neatly on the dining room table. The tube of aloe vera gel, pack of plasters and the pack of antiseptic wipes were next to them. She had refilled the ladies’ glasses with white wine and smiled as Auntie Natalie and Auntie Sylvia sat down on the sofa.

“He’s feeling a bit sorry for himself, I think,” Natalie commented.

Wendy Taylor smiled at her before taking a sip from her glass.

“So, now that he has been spanked, what shall we do to him to show him how a real woman treats a man?” she laughed and deliberately looked at Natalie Bolton.

However, it was Mrs. Davies who spoke first.

“I’d actually like to explore what Louise said about him loving her breasts,” she said as she took a sip of wine.

“Ah yes, Miss Walton certainly enjoyed having her lovely breasts touched and sucked and played with,” Wendy Taylor commented.

“A tit wank perhaps, Sylvia?” she enquired.

Mrs. Davies nodded, unintentionally squeezing her left breast with her left hand through her bright yellow blouse.

“I’d still like to give him a blow job, Wendy,” the blonde-haired Drama Mistress added.

The French Mistress smiled and nodded at her.

“Of course, Natalie. I think he really enjoys that – like almost all men do. He certainly likes me sucking his cock and squirting in my mouth,” Wendy replied, licking her lips.

“And he certainly had some unexpected fun with Rachel!” she laughed loudly.

The three female teachers continued to chat for about half an hour and, once they had all emptied their glasses of wine, Mrs. Taylor got up from her armchair and adjusted her long-sleeved violet satin blouse. She looked down at Auntie Natalie and Auntie Sylvia, who looked up at her from the three-seat leather sofa.

“Shall we go and take care of him?” She brushed her dark-blonde curly hair with her right hand.

Sylvia Davies and Natalie Bolton placed their empty wine glasses on the coffee table in front of them and got to their feet, both ladies ironing the creases from their blouses and skirts. They followed Wendy out of her living room and upstairs, until they were standing in Mrs. Taylor’s bedroom, watching me snuggled up in her bed. Auntie Wendy walked across the bedroom and sat on the right-hand side of her bed where I lay. She gently pulled the duvet and sheet down and smiled as she revealed my naked body. She laughed as she caught me with my right hand around my semi-hard cock.

“Ladies, would you like to come over and have a look at this?” Wendy asked and looked over her shoulder at Natalie and Sylvia.

The two female teachers walked over and stood looking down at me with my hand on my cock. Mrs. Bolton kicked off her navy shoes and bent down to pick them up before placing them in the corner of the bedroom. Mrs. Taylor smiled at me as she rubbed my sore bottom with her left hand as she sat next to me.

“So, ladies. What shall we do with this young man? Has he been forgiven for his behaviour?” she spoke softly as she continued to touch my bottom and thighs with her small right hand.

Natalie nodded and looked at Mrs. Davies.

“I think so, Auntie Wendy. I’m sure that he realises that he should have told me about what Nicola and Kelly were doing to him during my lessons and that he has suffered more than he needed to by taking their punishment on top of his own tonight,” the dark-haired woman replied.

“And I think that I have punished him in the way I’ve always wanted to for what he did in my lesson all those years ago. I’m very satisfied that he has been taught a lesson and shown what happens if he upsets me,” the blonde-haired Drama Mistress added.

Wendy Taylor leaned over and kissed me softly on my right cheek.

“So, how shall we show him that he has been forgiven, ladies?” the French Mistress asked, looking up at her friends.

Mrs. Bolton smiled as she pulled her candy-apple red satin blouse out from her skirt and undid the final buttons, revealing her silky crimson bra. She said nothing as she reached behind her waist and unzipped her navy ankle-length skirt and pushed it down, stepping out of it once it hit the floor. Natalie bent down and picked it up, folding it neatly and placing it on the chair in the far corner of the room. The tall, blonde-haired woman licked her lips as she stood there in her blouse and underwear.

“Mmm, I think that he likes that, Auntie Natalie. He does love a blouse,” Wendy Taylor laughed as she touched my cock with her right hand.

“Don’t you, you bad, bad boy?” she purred.

I nodded and raised my head from the pillow to look at the tall, blonde-haired woman.

“Perhaps a nice blow job, Auntie Wendy? Just to show him that I have forgiven him and to show him that I really do love him – the spanking was a last resort for his bad behaviour,” the thirty-nine-year-old smiled.

Sylvia Davies said nothing as she, like Natalie had done, began to remove her clothes. She untucked her golden yellow long-sleeved cotton blouse from her black, three-quarter length pleated skirt, smiling as she slowly unbuttoned it and removed it, placing it on top of Mrs. Bolton’s skirt on the chair. Next, she unzipped her long skirt and stepped out of it before again placing it on the pile of clothes on the chair in the corner of the room. The forty-nine-year-old placed her hands around her silky white bra and touched her ample, well-formed breasts.

“Perhaps put your blouse back on, Sylvia, so we can cuddle up with him whilst Natalie gives that lovely cock a nice suck?” Wendy Taylor smiled at the older woman.

Mrs. Davies walked over to the chair and retrieved her blouse, quickly slipping it on but leaving it unbuttoned.

“Perhaps I could help you with that, Auntie Natalie?” she purred as she looked longingly at my cock which Wendy held in her hand.

Mrs. Taylor shuffled around on the bed until she was lying on the left-hand side and gently moved me over to make space for Mrs. Davies to join us. The dark-haired woman sat down carefully on the bed and then lifted her legs until she was lying next to me. She immediately turned her head and kissed me softly on the lips, taking my right hand and placing it on her breasts. The feeling of her cotton blouse made my cock swell even more.

“On your back, Peter,” Wendy whispered.

I complied immediately and looked across at Natalie Bolton, who knelt at the bottom of the bed. She pushed my legs apart with both hands and moved around until she was looking down on me; her long, blonde hair had fallen over her face and was touching my stomach and thighs.

“Now, Auntie Natalie is going to suck you off and you’re going to discover how a woman gives a blow job and you’re going to do whatever she tells you to do and you’re only going to cum when I tell you that you can. If you cum before I tell you, then I’m going to cane you again. Do you understand?” she spoke in a whisper.

I nodded, trying to kiss Sylvia at the same time as well as still groping the dark-haired woman’s breasts through her golden yellow blouse.

“Yes, Auntie Natalie,” I replied after a few moments, trying to kiss Sylvia and touch Wendy as I spoke.

Within a moment I felt the Drama Mistress take hold of my cock in her large, right hand. It was warm and she immediately started to masturbate me, slowly moving my cock backwards and forwards, adjusting her grip as she did so. The feeling of her long hair touching my skin was an amazing sensation and I tried to put it from my mind in case I went off quickly. I busied myself by touching and kissing Sylvia and Wendy as Natalie Bolton started to kiss and lick my throbbing cock.

After a few moments, Mrs. Bolton opened her mouth and carefully took me inside, firstly taking just the tip of my cock and licking it slowly as she did so. I squirmed around on the bed as I felt her tongue exploring the top of my by now fully-erect cock, but Sylvia and Wendy distracted me by touching my chest with their fingernails and taking it in turns to kiss me on the mouth, Wendy placing her tongue in my mouth and exploring every inch.

At the bottom of the bed, Natalie Bolton concentrated upon licking the entire length of my shaft, running her tongue up and down its entire length several times, from its base to the tip and then back again. After a few minutes, she returned my cock to her mouth and took half of its eight-inch length before starting to work it backwards and forwards, using her right hand to help her. She used her left hand to cup my balls, touching them softly as she worked away with me in her mouth. Her long blonde hair had fallen down over her face and brushed against my skin, and my breathing became heavier and heavier as Auntie Natalie’s tongue went to work on me.

On the bed, Wendy and Sylvia concentrated upon kissing and touching me, Mrs. Davies reaching down with her right hand and stroking my thighs, as Auntie Natalie continued sucking and licking my cock. As I felt myself becoming more and more aroused, and my breathing becoming heavier and heavier, Mrs. Bolton paused and took me out of her mouth before looking up at me. She continued to masturbate me in her right hand as she watched Auntie Sylvia and Auntie Wendy touching and kissing me.

“You do not cum yet, young man. Not until Auntie Natalie allows it!” she gasped.

Mrs. Bolton continued gently tugging my cock as she looked at me lying on the bed.

“I’ll give you another twenty-four strokes of the cane if you go off on me, like you did on poor Tina!” she smiled as she went down and licked the tip of my cock once again.

“You don’t squirt until Auntie Natalie allows you to,” she purred before going back to my cock.

I couldn’t reply as Sylvia and Wendy were keeping me busy by kissing and touching me at the top end of the bed. All I could feel was Mrs. Bolton’s long, blonde hair brushing against my skin and my cock and balls. She slipped my throbbing cock further into her warm mouth and continued to suck and lick and I squirmed around as I felt myself coming closer and closer to climax, praying that she would announce that I could cum. The thirty-nine-year-old continued holding my balls in her left hand, squeezing them occasionally as she moved my cock in and out of her mouth.

After another couple of minutes, Natalie moved her head and allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth. Mrs. Bolton could taste my precum, which had started almost as soon as she had taken me in her mouth. She tightened the grip that she had on my balls with her left hand and tried to flick her long hair from her face so that she could look at me. She failed but spoke anyway.

“Right, young man. You did better for me than you did for Tina, so Auntie wants you to cum in her mouth,” she said, breathing heavily.

I then felt my cock being placed back inside her warm mouth where she resumed sucking it hard, moving it backwards and forwards. On the bed, I held onto Sylvia Davies tightly, pulling on her blouse as the sensation of having my cock sucked became too much. Another couple of minutes passed before my muscles tensed and I came, shooting an impressive amount of spunk into Mrs. Bolton’s mouth. She hardly moved as she took it. This was followed by a second and then a third spurt, which Natalie received gratefully. The blonde-haired lady took it all, keeping my cock inside her mouth as she swallowed. She released the grip that she had on my balls and kept my throbbing cock inside her mouth for a few moments before she pulled away gently and allowed my erect cock to slip out.

Auntie Natalie smiled as she took it in her right hand and began licking it clean, determined not to waste a single drop. At the other end of the bed, Wendy and Sylvia held me tightly, watching the lady with the long. blonde hair as she licked and kissed my cock until she was satisfied. After a couple of minutes, she rested my now flaccid cock on my stomach and sat up, using both hands to brush her hair out of her face and behind her head. Her face was red, and she was flustered from her exertions and it took her a while before she had calmed herself enough to speak.

“God, that was good. His cock is amazing!” she gasped, removing her candy-apple satin blouse, crimson bra and slipping off her knickers as she did so.

She threw them on the floor and smiled at Sylvia, who had placed my face in her blouse, allowing me to breathe in her lovely scent and her sweet perfume. The mature English Mistress reached down with her right hand and touched my wet cock. I moaned loudly as I collapsed back into the pillows on the bed.

“Can I wank him off, Wendy?” she smiled as she looked across at Mrs. Taylor, who was lying next to me.

My French Mistress lay there and thought to herself for a few moments. She reached over and cuddled me, pulling me tightly into her violet satin blouse. By allowing Sylvia Davies to wank me off, she knew that I might not be able to rise to the occasion once her guests had gone home.

“Of course you can, Auntie Sylvia. How about you take your knickers off so that he can pleasure you as you wank that cock of his?” Wendy spoke quietly as she let me go and sat up on the bed before getting to her feet.

As I looked up at the bedroom ceiling, Mrs. Davies hurriedly slipped her white knickers off, pushing them over her feet and onto the bedroom floor. She then kissed me on the lips before removing her yellow blouse and white bra. These were also pushed onto the bedroom floor before the English teacher took my semi-hard cock in her right hand and began to move it backwards and forwards slowly. Auntie Sylvia looked into my eyes as I began to touch her large breasts, with their large, dark brown nipples, continuing to touch my cock and kiss me hard on the lips.

“Suck Sylvia’s tits, young man!” Wendy Taylor instructed sternly as she stood, arms folded across her chest, watching me with Sylvia and Natalie on her large bed.

I leaned across and took Mrs. Davies’ large right breast in my mouth, licking the dark brown nipple with my tongue. I continued doing this for a few moments before beginning to kiss it softly. The dark-haired woman began breathing heavily, moving my cock backwards and forwards as she did so, becoming more and more aroused as my tongue licked and touched her erect nipple. After a few minutes, Auntie Natalie lay down on the left side of the bed and stroked my chest with the dark red fingernails on her right hand.

“Wank Auntie Sylvia off, Peter,” Auntie Wendy ordered as she stood looking down upon us, a thoroughly pissed off look across her face.

Having me cum a second time was the obvious reason why Auntie Wendy was annoyed. It would mean less sex for her once her friends had gone home that night. I looked at her apologetically, in between kissing, licking and sucking on my ex-English teacher’s breasts.

“Wank her off this instant, young man, or I‘ll put you back over my knees and spank your arse raw with the clothes brush!” Mrs. Taylor raised her voice.

I nodded at her and reached down with my right hand, my cock still being gently masturbated by Sylvia. Once I felt the older woman’s impressive bush of dark pubic hair, I began rubbing my fingers across it softly, smiling as Mrs. Davies began to move on the bed, her breathing becoming heavier and heavier. In response, she tightened the grip she had on my cock with her right hand and began moving it back and forth much more rapidly than she had. As I continued to stroke the woman’s dark nipple on her large left breast with my left hand, my right hand began to stroke between her legs, finding her pussy lips. After touching them for a few moments, I reached further and began to touch the dark-haired woman’s bum crack, sliding my fingers slowly along until I reached her anus.

We were both highly aroused, Sylvia from feeling my fingers exploring between her legs and having her nipples massaged and myself from having Auntie Natalie kissing and touching my chest; the feeling of her long, blonde hair touching my bare skin meant that I was close to climax once again in what seemed like no time at all. Mrs. Davies continued to move around on the bed as my fingers played with her between her bum cheeks before I decided to do what Auntie Wendy had instructed me to do. Slowly, I moved my fingers forward and found her pussy lips once more. I could feel how wet the older woman was and she smiled as she felt my fingers touching her, moving inside her slightly before I removed them again and returned to touching her pussy lips.

As Auntie Sylvia worked my cock, I pushed my fingers inside her moist pussy and began touching every inch of her. She gasped and squeezed my cock hard in her right hand. I ignored the discomfort as I began to work away with the two fingers on my right hand, quickly finding her clit, which I touched gently with my fingers, struggling as she began to wank me faster and faster with her right hand, squeezing it harder and harder as she did so. I tried to ignore the pain and worked my fingers backwards and forwards, touching every part of the dark-haired woman before I held my fingers on her clit as she came loudly.

Across from me, Auntie Natalie held me down into the bed as she continued to kiss and stroke my bare chest, watching as Sylvia frantically wanked my cock. I closed my eyes tightly as my ex-English Mistress continued to work away rapidly, my fingers still inside her, making her cum loudly for a second time within moments. As she let out an orgasmic scream of pleasure, so I exploded too, a squirt of spunk shooting from my cock and landing mainly on my thigh, followed by a second, which ended up mainly on Mrs. Davies’ left breast.

After her exertions, Sylvia collapsed back onto the bed and held me tight as she calmed herself. To my left-hand side, Natalie Bolton stopped stroking my chest and leaned over before she brushed her long hair out of her face and proceeded to lick the gloopy mess that I had left on my thigh. Once satisfied, my by-now flaccid cock was taken in her warm mouth and she said nothing as she cleaned it, ensuring that every part had felt her tongue before she pulled it out and laid it carefully down until it lay resting on my stomach. She lay down on the left side of the bed and smiled at me as she reached over with her left hand and touched my cock softly, ensuring that her satin blouse was touching me at the same time.

As Sylvia and Natalie lay on the bed with me, Wendy Taylor went to the bathroom to sort herself out. On her return a few minutes later, she looked at the two women and decided that it was time to leave me to recover and rest for what was coming my way after they had gone home.

“Ladies, shall we get dressed and go and have another drink before calling it a night?” she smiled sweetly.

Mrs. Bolton slowly sat up on the bed and looked at her.

“Yes. I think that this young man needs to be left to think about his behaviour,” she laughed as she brushed her left hand over my shaven head.

On the opposite side of the bed, Mrs. Davies turned and looked at Wendy Taylor.

“I think that he has been taught a lesson that he won’t forget in a hurry,” she commented as she sat up.

Wendy nodded at both ladies and walked to the door, where she stood in the doorway.

“Why don’t you get dressed and then join me downstairs? I’ll tidy things away and then we can have one final drink. I would normally make Peter come and stand in the living room, but I think that I’ll let him recover. He has taken quite a hiding tonight.” She still had that strict, and thoroughly pissed off, tone in her voice.

“Absolutely,” Auntie Natalie and Auntie Sylvia replied almost as one.

Auntie Wendy turned and headed downstairs and Sylvia and Natalie got up from the bed and got dressed. Just as they were going to head downstairs, Natalie Bolton walked back to the double bed and leaned across, kissing me hard on the lips. She pushed her tongue inside my mouth and held it there for a while before smiling and walking away. Next came Mrs. Davies, who did exactly the same, allowing me to paw at her bright yellow cotton blouse as she did so.

The three women sat in Mrs. Taylor’s living room for almost an hour, during which time they had another glass of wine and chatted about what had happened that evening. Once they had finished their drink, Natalie called her husband to come and pick up Sylvia and herself, and they waited. After about fifteen minutes, a car pulled up outside Wendy’s house and the ladies bid one another goodnight. Mrs. Taylor stood in the doorway as she watched the two ladies get into the car and drive away. Once she had locked the front door, Wendy returned to her living room and picked up the glasses, which she carried through to her kitchen and placed in the dishwasher.

Next, she checked that everything had been turned off and she turned off the lights and closed the doors to the kitchen and the living room. The forty-five-year-old woman smiled and sighed heavily as she climbed the stairs. She hoped that Peter had enough left in the tank to satisfy her that night. She resisted the urge to head straight to her bedroom to check on the young man, opting instead to go to the bathroom and get ready for bed. She removed her makeup, brushed her teeth and looked in the bathroom mirror for a few moments.

God, I really want sex! she thought to herself, feeling how damp her knickers were.

Once she was ready, she turned and switched off the light before closing the bathroom door quietly. The lady with the shoulder-length, dark-blonde curly hair walked the short distance across the landing to her bedroom, where she pushed the bedroom door open and stood looking at me snuggled up under her duvet.

“How’s your bottom and thighs, you naughty, naughty, boy?” Mrs. Taylor asked as she walked into the room.

She stood next to her dressing table and continued to look at me as I slowly sat up in the king-sized bed.

“Hot and sore, Auntie Wendy,” I replied quietly, looking at the older woman as she stood there with her hands on her hips.

“Good. I’m glad it is. Especially after you came twice this evening. You’d better have enough left for me, Peter, otherwise you’ll be going back over my knee, young man,” she scolded.

I sat watching the French Mistress as she concentrated upon getting undressed. She began by kicking off her shoes and unbuttoning her violet, satin, long-sleeved blouse, untucking it from her skirt and then removing it, laying it carefully over the chair under her dressing table. Next, she reached behind her waist and unzipped her beige skirt, which she allowed to fall to the floor before she stepped out of it and then bending down to pick it up. Again, she folded it carefully and placed it over the chair.

Finally, she reached behind her back and unhooked her light pink silky bra and removed it, placing it on the dressing table, touching both breasts with her hands before she slipped her pink knickers off and stood there absolutely naked.

“Such a bad, bad, boy!” Mrs. Taylor hissed as she placed her hands around her small breasts, squeezing them gently.

As I watched Wendy, my cock began to stir once again. I wanted my French Mistress so badly, and by the time she lay down next to me on her bed, it was almost rock hard once more. The forty-five-year-old woman lay down on the left side of the bed, her head resting on the pillows, and waited for me to make the first move. After a few moments where I enjoyed taking in the sweet smell of Wendy’s perfume, I leaned over and kissed her softly on her pale lips. Auntie Wendy continued to lie on her back as I kissed her pale lips before her small right hand reached across and touched my cock. She began stroking it softly as I began slipping my tongue inside the older woman’s mouth.

“You dirty little boy, squirting for any woman who touches you. I want you to show me how sorry you are for cumming for Natalie and Sylvia and if you don’t do a good enough job, my lad, then I’m going to take you back downstairs and whip your arse until you’re very sorry. Am I making myself clear to you, Peter?” she spoke in a whisper as I continued to kiss her mouth.

I turned my attention to her small but perfectly formed, breasts, touching her erect, small brown nipples with my fingers. As I did this, Wendy Taylor continued stroking my cock with her hand. By this time, it was fully erect and ready to go again. I leaned over and began licking the nipples, firstly her right and then her left breast before I began to kiss them, careful to give them an equal amount of attention. As I did so, Mrs. Taylor let go of my cock and lay back on the pillows, just letting me do as I pleased to her. She closed her eyes and began to breathe heavier and louder as I sucked on her small, pale nipples, my cock brushing against her silky smooth left thigh.

As I gave her lovely breasts some much-needed attention, I reached down with my right hand and touched the older woman’s pussy. I smiled as I ran my fingers softly over the neatly cropped bush of pubic hair that sat atop and continued doing this for a while, listening to Wendy’s breathing becoming louder and louder as she became more and more aroused. Eventually, I leaned over her and returned to kissing her lips, softly to begin with and then placing my tongue inside her warm mouth. Mrs. Taylor responded and squirmed around on her bed, spreading her legs wide as my fingers began to explore her.

I slipped the first two fingers on my right hand over her wet pussy lips and rubbed them for a moment before moving them all the way along her bum crack until I reached her anus. I smiled as she moaned as my fingers touched and teased her, concentrating on her bottom for a while before moving them back down to her pussy lips. I slowly slipped two fingers inside her warm and moist pussy and immediately began pushing my fingers backwards and forwards, reaching deeper and deeper as I did so. The French Mistress began moaning loudly and moved so that she cuddled up to me, her curly blonde hair touching my skin.

As Auntie Wendy wriggled and squirmed around on the bed as she became more and more aroused, I moved my fingers inside her and located her clit, which I massaged softly, the older woman screaming with pleasure as I quickly brought her to a noisy orgasm. I repeated this procedure twice more, only stopping when Wendy bit my shoulder to try to muffle her screams of pleasure. She bit so hard that it drew blood and it made me scream with pain.

After she had calmed herself and her breathing had recovered, Mrs. Taylor looked over at me and apologised for biting me. We began kissing and touching each other softly, and my French Mistress smiled as I went back to working on her breasts, taking each of her small breasts in my hand, one after the other, and licking, kissing and sucking gently on the small, pale brown nipples. Again, Wendy opened her legs wide and invited me to slip inside her. I kept touching and teasing her until I was ready before carefully climbing on top of her and kissing her on the lips as I carefully pushed my throbbing cock inside her wet pussy.

Wendy gasped as my eight inches pushed deep inside and I said nothing as I slowly moved back and forth, pushing further and further inside the older woman with each thrust with my hips. Wendy began moaning and breathing heavily as my cock pounded away inside her, touching every inch of her moist pussy. As I fucked her, faster and faster, she placed both hands on my buttocks and slapped them, her smacks becoming harder as she came close to orgasm.

“You, bad, bad, boy!” she yelled as she slapped my arse as my cock touched her clit.

“Fuck me, Peter!” she gasped as I felt myself coming close to orgasm.

“You filthy little slut!” she screamed as she slapped me full-force with her right hand across my right buttock.

“Argh!” I screamed as the slap with her small hand connected with the welts that had been left across my bottom from my earlier punishment.

Mrs. Taylor’s pelvic muscles tightened, and she came to climax noisily, biting down hard into my chest once more as she did so. I wasn’t far behind and after a few more deep thrusts I shot my load inside her. I held her in my arms, my cock still inside her for a few minutes before she pushed me out of her, and I rolled over onto the other side of the large bed. We lay, exhausted, in silence for a while before the forty-five-year-old leaned over and kissed me softly on my lips. She then looked down and began kissing my chest where she had bitten during the heights of passion.

Within a few minutes, we were both asleep and slept right through until the following morning. I woke first and smiled as I looked across at Wendy, who was cuddled up securely in my arms. Once we were both awake, we spent a while kissing and cuddling one another before getting up and getting dressed. Mrs. Taylor made breakfast and we chatted about the previous evening’s events as we ate.

“So then, young man, have we learned our lesson?” she smiled as she held both hands around her coffee cup and looked at me over the kitchen table.

“Yes, Auntie Wendy. It really hurt and I won’t ever upset Auntie Natalie or Auntie Sylvia ever again,” I said honestly.

“Good. I’m glad to hear it. And who has been your favourite Auntie – well, except me, of course – out of all your disciplinarians?” she laughed, not taking her pale blue eyes from me for a second.

I sipped at my coffee and thought. Truth was, I had enjoyed being punished and then pleasured by all of my “Aunties.”

“Still Miss Lindley, I think. I mean, Auntie Rachel,” I replied after a few moments.

Wendy Taylor reached under the table and placed her right hand on my knee, slowly moving her way up my leg until she touched my crotch, where she rested her hand.

“Interesting. I must admit I was impressed with how she uses a plimsoll on your bottom and am very grateful to her for the lessons she has given me over the months on how you use it effectively across a bottom,” she smiled.

Under the table, she squeezed my throbbing cock through my trousers.

“And I was surprised at how much fun you both had when she performed oral sex on you after your punishments,” she continued quietly.

I began breathing heavily the more Mrs. Taylor touched me and sat there, saying nothing.

“However, next time we have another issue that needs resolving and Auntie Jessica will be the one who is going to deal with you – and boy, does she have a surprise for you!” the French Mistress laughed, knowing that I had no idea what was coming my way the next time I visited her at home.

I simply nodded at her and began thinking about the dark-haired French Mistress, Jessica White and what possible “issue” she could have with me.