Auntie Wendy Makes Peter Punish Tina: Part One free porn video

Several months had passed since Peter had been punished by Auntie Wendy and her friends, Sylvia Davies and Natalie Bolton. She had wanted to punish him again soon after he had recovered from the hiding that he had taken from the ladies, but this had to be postponed indefinitely as her husband had stayed at home rather than heading abroad again to play golf, or meet his fancy woman, or whatever he did during his months away. However, he had finally left for ten weeks that Monday morning and Mrs. Taylor wasted no time at all in texting Peter during her free lesson that afternoon.

Peter, it’s time for your spanking. My house. 5.30pm this Saturday. DO NOT be late. Love Auntie Wendy xx 

She smiled as she sent the message and placed her mobile phone back in her handbag.

The twenty-year-old university student did not reply. He never did when a spanking was mentioned. He simply turned up, on time, whenever Auntie Wendy summoned him. The French Mistress sat in her chair daydreaming about what was going to happen that Saturday evening, and especially about the sex that would follow Peter’s punishment. It had been months since she had felt the young man’s large cock inside her, thanks to her husband staying at home, and she was determined to make the most of it that weekend.

After school, Wendy walked into the classroom next door where her colleague, and long-time friend, Jessica White was sat marking books at her desk. Mrs. Taylor closed the door behind her and walked over to Jessica’s desk and sat on the table closest to her. Mrs. White looked up from her marking and placed her red pen on the open exercise book, smiling at her younger friend.

“Good day, Wendy?” Jessica asked and smiled as she placed her hands flat on her desk in front of her.

Auntie Wendy nodded.

“Oh, it just got better.” Mrs. Taylor brushed her shoulder-length dark blonde hair behind her ears.

“My husband has finally gone away for his golf in Cyprus, so I’m all alone again and that means I can have Peter over and get a good seeing to,” she continued quietly.

Jessica White smiled and nodded at her.

“And to spank his bottom?” She inquired mischievously.

Wendy Taylor unintentionally opened her legs as she sat on the table facing the dark-haired woman.

“Well, yes, Jessica,” she laughed.

“I still have one issue to deal with – or WE have one issue to deal with, if you’re around this Saturday?” She smiled.

Mrs. White sat back in her chair and inhaled deeply, allowing her very large breasts to move up as she did so. As she exhaled, she took hold of them in her hands and held them proudly.

“I did talk with Natalie and Jane about what you’ve been up to and I really want to meet him too. I just about remember him from when I taught him when he was in the lower school. I still can’t believe that he lets you smack his bottom and then do whatever you like to him.” She stared at Wendy, letting go of her breasts, which still stood out proudly underneath her crisp white blouse.

“Even Rachel Lindley enjoyed being with him,” Auntie Wendy said in a whisper.

Mrs. White laughed and pulled her navy cardigan tight around her.

“Okay. I can make some excuse and come to yours on Saturday and I’ll drag Tina along for the ride too.” She smiled as picked up her pen from the desk with her right hand.

“I take it that he doesn’t know about Tina being my niece?” She continued as she looked up at Wendy.

Mrs. Taylor got to her feet and brushed the creases from her knee-length navy skirt and smiled as she walked across to the door.

“He has absolutely no idea, so he’s in for one hell of a shock this Saturday!” She laughed as she opened the door and left the room.

The two female teachers spent the rest of the week chatting about what was going to happen that coming Saturday evening and decided upon the punishments that they would administer to Peter, but also, to poor Tina, who had no idea that her Auntie Jessica was going to spank her bare bottom for something that had happened over four years ago. She had honestly forgotten about the “accident” in her bedroom where Peter had cum prematurely even before she had the chance to masturbate and suck him off. They hadn’t seen one another since they had left school, so Saturday was going to be one strange night.

Peter arrived promptly that Saturday evening, just before 5.30pm, and Auntie Wendy smiled as she greeted him at her front door. Once she had invited him inside her large, impressive home, it was down to business and the usual procedure of being made to strip absolutely naked in Wendy’s bedroom, dress in the school uniform that she had laid out for him on her double bed before returning to the living room and being made to stand in the corner of the room, facing the wall with his hands on his head. As he stood there waiting for his punishment to begin, Mrs. Taylor busied herself by bringing her selected implements from her bedroom and laying them out neatly on the dining room table. Next, she went up to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later with a tube of aloe vera gel, antiseptic wipes and some plasters, which she also placed on the dining room table.

Once she had prepared everything, she sat on her leather sofa in the living room and stared at Peter, standing there facing her living room wall. She said nothing as the clock ticked loudly, instead running her small hands gently over her long-sleeved, hot pink, satin blouse. She could already feel how aroused she was at the thought of punishing him once more and also, by the sex that would follow afterwards. She smiled and shuffled around on the cold leather as she felt the dampness beginning to grow in her knickers.

A car pulled up outside Wendy Taylor’s house just after 6.10pm and Peter listened as the engine was turned off before two doors were closed noisily. A few moments later he could hear voices approaching Wendy’s front door before the doorbell chimed loudly, the sound it made echoing around the downstairs of her spacious home. The French Mistress got up from the sofa and walked across to where Peter was stood with his hands on his head. She reached up on tip-toes and kissed him gently on the right cheek and smiled at the tall young man.

“Such a naughty boy, but you’re in for a real treat tonight, Peter,” she whispered.

The older woman left her living room and walked out into the hallway where she opened her front door and greeted her guests.

“Jessica. So good to see you – I’m so glad that you could finally come over and we could deal with this issue.”

Peter strained to hear what was being said but couldn’t make much out.

“And I take it that this is the naughty young lady who wanted to do very naughty things?” Wendy continued.

The twenty-year-old student was confused but couldn’t hear most of what the ladies were saying through the thick living room wall.

After a few moments, he heard the front door being closed and locked and then became aware that the ladies had walked into Wendy’s living room. Peter closed his eyes and avoided looking at them, even if his curiosity was getting the better of him.

“You, young lady. In the corner in the dining room – Now! Hands on your head, facing the wall and not a word out of you, Tina!” Peter recognised Mrs. White’s voice at once.

He reacted when he heard her call the girl by her name and opened his eyes and looked across to the right-hand side of the room, where he caught sight of the girl with the long, curly blonde hair. Peter couldn’t believe that Tina, the girl who he had nearly had sex with over four years ago, was one of Wendy’s guests that Saturday night. He was just admiring her, dressed in the identical school uniform as he was wearing, when Auntie Wendy realised that Peter was looking at the ladies. As Tina reluctantly walked into the dining room and placed her hands on her head, Mrs. Taylor walked across to him as he stood in the corner of her living room.

She looked absolutely furious but did not say a word. She simply placed her left arm around his waist and pulled him tightly into her long-sleeved, hot pink satin blouse and pine green knee-length skirt and slapped him angrily across his trousers with her hard right hand.

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

She released her grip and stared at him angrily, as he winced and returned to staring at the wall in front of him. Even over his trousers, Wendy’s hand had warmed his bottom and he knew that he was in for a good hiding that Saturday night.

But what was the lovely Tina Carlisle doing here? was all he could ask himself.

As Mrs. Taylor walked away and towards Mrs. White, who was standing with her arms folded across her chest, watching firstly what Wendy did to Peter and then her niece, his cock began to swell in his pants at the thought of Tina.

“Shall we have a glass of wine, Jessica and then maybe we can sit and discuss what is going to happen to these two naughty ones this evening?” Wendy said, already making her way towards the kitchen.

“That sounds lovely. Sorry I didn’t bring anything with me tonight. I wasn’t sure if it was just going to be a spanking or what was going to happen, if I’m honest,” the dark-haired woman replied.

Wendy and Jessica talked in the kitchen as Mrs. Taylor poured them a glass of white wine. In the living room, Peter and Tina did not look at one another, instead focusing on their particular spot on the wall in front of them. They did not speak, even if he was desperate to do so. After all, it had been over four years since he had last seen her and, he had to admit that he still fancied her. Peter closed his eyes and smiled as he thought about the tall girl with the long, blonde curly hair and hopefully getting to touch her large breasts that evening.

Auntie Wendy and Auntie Jessica returned to the living room after about five minutes, and they both sat on Wendy’s expensive leather three-seat sofa. The French Mistresses sipped at their glasses of wine before placing them on the coffee table and chatting about work, holidays and their families, which automatically led them on to Peter and Tina.

“God knows how many times her parents have asked me to deal with her behaviour,” Jessica spoke sternly.

“Really? I always thought that she was such a quiet, well-mannered young lady?” Mrs. Taylor replied.

The dark-haired woman shook her head and looked across at her niece who was stood in silence, with her hands on her head facing the wall in the dining room.

“Far from it, Wendy. I probably had her over my lap every few weeks whilst she was at school. Her parents couldn’t do, or wouldn’t do, anything to discipline her, so, seen as they knew I was a teacher, I got the job of administering punishment.

“For the good it did. I mean, being a single mum at the age of nineteen,” she added.Peter opened his mouth in shock.

Tina, quiet, sweet and innocent, Tina. A single mum? he thought to himself.

“I have spanked, strapped and caned this one in front of my own daughters – and them in front of her – but she didn’t seem to get the message,” the older woman continued.

Mrs. Taylor smiled and nodded at her friend, leaning over and picking up her wine glass in her right hand.

“And you, 'Auntie' Wendy. How did you get into punishing this naughty young man? He was always so quiet, kind and thoughtful when I taught him at school.” She reached over and took her own glass from the coffee table.

Wendy Taylor sipped at her wine for a moment before answering.

“Well, it was Pauline Manson and then Jane Wardell who told me about him. They had given him the option of sitting in detention with them or taking a spanking to get out earlier – or at least Pauline had. Jane just lost her temper with him and frog-marched him to her classroom and put him over her knee!” Mrs. Taylor chuckled.

“According to Pauline, he literally jumped onto her lap and enjoyed the spanking.” She laughed.

“Jane had given him a damned good hiding for not holding the door open for her and was genuinely angry with him, but she said how much she had enjoyed it. He then “failed” his French oral test with me and so, I gave him the option of detention or coming to re-sit the test here one Saturday and we’ve gone from there.” Auntie Wendy took another sip of wine from her glass.

“After I had told the others about his visits, they seem to have arranged to come over and deal with him, or just use him as some kind of 'stress-relief' toy!” She burst out laughing.

Mrs. White looked across at Peter, standing there, facing the wall in silence with his hands on his head.

“Even Miss Lindley?” The dark-haired lady asked softly.

Mrs. Taylor nodded and smiled at her.

“Well, Peter asked me if I could get Rachel to come over and give him a taste of her plimsoll, just like she used to give the girls in the PE office if they had upset her, so, yes, she did join us and, boy, did he get a walloping with that plimsoll – the other one is on my dining room table ready to be put to some use tonight,” Wendy explained.

“Yes, this slutty little madam avoided the slipper from Miss Lindley, but really could have done with a damned good dose with it if you want my opinion,” Jessica White hissed, staring across at her niece as she spoke.

“And then Rachel shocked us all by giving him a blow job to soothe him afterwards and I think he really enjoyed that. Always asking me every time I ask him over, if 'Auntie Rachel' will be there too.” Mrs. Taylor laughed.

Mrs. White sat there with her mouth wide open in shock.

“She did what? I thought she was a lesbian?” Jessica shook her head as she turned her attention from Tina to Peter.

Auntie Wendy nodded.

“Absolutely. We were all shocked, but she said that she wanted to suck a real cock instead of just her girlfriend’s strap-on, so she sucked him off and took his hot sticky mess in her mouth.” Mrs. Taylor touched her left breast with her left hand.

Jessica took another mouthful of wine and thought about this for a moment before replying.

“Well, as you know, It’s giving several boys oral sex that has led me to bring Tina over tonight. I think she needs to be taught a lesson for everything she did inside and outside of school, even if it is a few years ago now.”

The relatively tall French Mistress replaced her empty wine glass on the coffee table and got to her feet, where she began to iron the creases from her skirt and blouse with both hands.

It was time to begin.

Auntie Wendy finished her glass of wine and placed the empty glass on the coffee table in front of her. She smiled at Jessica White who was standing in front of her, looking into the dining room at her niece. Mrs. Taylor got to her feet and, just as Jessica had done, began to iron the creases that had appeared on her dark green skirt and hot pink blouse.

“Right then. Shall we deal with our naughty couple, Auntie Jessica?” The forty-five-year-old French Mistress walked past Tina, who stood facing the dining room wall with her hands on her head.

A moment later, Auntie Wendy had picked up one of her padded dining room chairs and carried it into the space between the living room and dining room and set it down. She stood and stared at Tina, who had said nothing since she had arrived about forty minutes earlier before looking across at her dark-haired friend.

“Okay. Shall we get started, Jessica?” Mrs. Taylor spoke quietly, turning her attention back to her older friend.

“Indeed.” Mrs. White smiled at her as she felt her juices beginning to flow.

Mrs. Taylor nodded and carefully sat down on the padded leather dining room chair, facing Mrs. White who stood in the living room, her arms folded across her chest.

“Why don’t you sit on the sofa, Auntie Jessica while these naughty ones strip?” Wendy began to adjust the sleeves on her long-sleeved hot pink blouse.

“Very well.” The dark-haired French Mistress smiled as she sat down on the three-seat sofa once more, moving the cushions to the left-hand side and piling them next to the arm.

Wendy Taylor smiled at her.

“Right, Peter and Tina. I want you to go over to the dining room table and take your uniforms off – absolutely everything off, including your shoes and socks – place the clothes on the table and not a word from either of you.” Auntie Wendy spoke in her sternest teacherly tone.

Peter knew what was coming his way and within a few moments he was standing in the dining room, slipping his arms out of the school blazer which Wendy had asked Rachel Lindley to get for her from the PE Department’s lost property store. Tina remained standing, facing the wall and Peter could see that she was breathing heavily.

“You heard Auntie Wendy, girl! Get your clothes off now and don’t show me up, otherwise I promise you that you won’t be sitting for a week, you filthy little slut!” Mrs. White raised her voice.

As Peter heard Jessica raise her voice, he panicked. She had only taught him for one of the seven years at school and he had never ever heard her lose her temper and shout at anyone. Peter began to undress even quicker and did not notice that Tina Carlisle had finally started to do as she had been told, turning around and walking over to the dining room table where she removed her black school blazer which she placed carefully over the back of one of the dining room chairs.

After a few minutes, Peter and Tina were standing in the dining room, staring at one another. He couldn’t help but look at her large, perfectly formed breasts that still stood out proudly despite the lack of support from her bra, which was on the top of her pile of clothes on the table. Her pussy was topped by a carefully cropped bush of dark pubic hair and she just looked perfect. The young man’s cock stood out proudly in front of him and he longed to touch her. In the living room, Wendy and Jessica sensed that they were becoming aroused at the sight of one another and decided to start their punishment.

“Peter. Don’t you dare look at Tina like that – we don’t want any more 'little accidents,' do we?” Auntie Wendy laughed as Peter blushed with embarrassment.

“Get yourself over to Auntie Jessica and lie over her knees,” she continued.

He smiled awkwardly at the young lady with the long, curly blonde hair, which reached down her back and walked past Auntie Wendy’s chair until he was standing at Jessica White’s right-hand side.

“And you, girl. Get yourself over to Auntie Wendy and do exactly as she tells you!” Mrs. White added.

Tina Carlisle covered the distance in about five steps and stood at Wendy’s right-hand side, deliberately avoiding looking at the French Mistress, opting instead to look over her head. Peter was also avoiding looking at Jessica, who shuffled around on Wendy’s leather sofa until she was comfortable. She patted her long, white pleated skirt and looked up at him standing there, a totally pissed off look across her face.

“You heard Auntie Wendy, boy. Over my knees and not a word from you, otherwise I’ll spank you into next week!” She snapped.

He nervously took a step and then reached over her. Mrs. White moved her hands from her lap and sat back on the sofa. Peter slowly lowered himself down until he could feel her skirt touching his crotch. Peter’s cock rested on top of the woman’s thighs and she reached down and carefully lifted his legs from the floor until they rested on the arm of the sofa. He buried his face in the dark red cushions in front of him and awaited his punishment. Mrs. White adjusted the long sleeves on her dark blue blouse with its small white spots and white collar and cuffs before resting both hands on the young student’s back. She looked across at Wendy Taylor and her tall niece.

“Over my knee, young lady.” Mrs. Taylor spoke softly and sat back in the high-backed chair.

Tina hesitated for a moment before taking a step and reaching across Auntie Wendy’s knees and slowly lowering herself down until her pussy rested on the older woman’s green skirt. The twenty-one-year-old placed her hands flat on the carpeted floor before her and her toes touched the floor behind her. Wendy pushed her legs apart slightly and, as Jessica had done with Peter, sat with both hands on the girl’s lower back.

“Right, Auntie Jessica. Shall we begin?” Wendy Taylor smiled as she looked over at her older friend, who had Peter draped over her lap on the sofa.

The dark-haired woman lifted her right hand from his back and began rubbing his muscular bottom with her small right hand. She licked her lips as her hands moved down across the backs of the young man’s legs before she looked across the living room at Wendy, who was doing the exact same thing to Tina’s small bottom.

“A thorough hand spanking for these two naughty ones, Auntie Wendy?” Jessica White raised her small right hand in the air and looked over at Wendy Taylor.

Mrs. Taylor did not reply immediately, instead focusing on getting herself comfortable on the padded chair and placing Tina in the perfect position for her spanking, gently pushing the girl’s long legs apart, revealing her pussy lips. Once satisfied, the French Mistress raised her hard right hand in the air and nodded.

“When you’re ready, Jessica,” she replied quietly and took aim.

It was Mrs. White who landed the first blow that evening, her small, but surprisingly hard, right hand connecting solidly with the centre of Peter’s fleshy right buttock with a loud “slap!” The sound it made echoed around Wendy’s living room, through the dining room and out into the kitchen and hallway. He winced as the pain registered in his brain and held the cushion tightly to his face in anticipation of worse to come.

The dark-haired French Mistress smiled at Wendy before beginning her work that evening. She had been shocked to discover that Peter Mitchell had been one of the boys who her niece had invited into her bedroom when her parents were out at work and they were both going to pay a heavy price for Tina’s behaviour. Her niece took regular spankings from her for various acts of misbehaviour, even at twenty-one-years-old, but Mrs. White could not resist being able to take her anger out on one of the people who her niece had done such unladylike things to, even if it had been over four years since he had been in her bedroom. On discovering that her younger colleague had been seeing Peter at home, Jessica had decided once it was possible to do so, that she would join the quiet and unassuming woman in dealing with Peter and Tina’s behaviour.

She smiled as she raised her right hand in the air once more before going to work across the muscular bottom that was lying over her white pleated skirt in front of her.

“You deserve every smack that I’m going to give you, Peter. You, wicked, wicked, boy!” Jessica hissed before beginning to spank his bare bottom as hard as she physically could.

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

Mrs. White laid out two-dozen, slow and full-force smacks with her hand across the fleshy centre and lower part of both buttocks, smiling as she watched his bum cheeks wobble as they reacted to her hard hand. Peter buried his face into the cushion and held it over his face as the pain began to build. Jessica White, the extremely quiet teacher certainly spanked hard, perhaps even harder than Jane Wardell, who had smacked him in the past. Like Jane, Jessica had an extremely hard hand and knew exactly how to spank a naughty bottom to maximum effect and discomfort. She said nothing as she concentrated upon slapping his backside with her heavy hand, the sound it made as it connected with his bare bottom echoing around the room.

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

Jessica White continued to spank Peter’s bare bottom, slowly and painfully, concentrating upon what she was doing, rather than looking over to Wendy, who was doing the same to Tina, who, unlike Peter, seemed to be simply lying over Mrs. Taylor’s knees taking everything that the mature disciplinarian was giving her without a fuss. Auntie Jessica smiled as she heard her younger friend land another hard slap across Tina’s right buttock, before returning her full attention to the young student with the shaven head, administering yet another two-dozen smacks with her heavy hand across his increasingly warm and reddening bum cheeks.

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

He began to squirm at this point as the pain began to burn into his bottom. Jessica White, despite her quiet manner, certainly spanked on a par with the hardest hand spankers, such as Jane Wardell, and showed absolutely no sympathy for him at all. He had been one of the first boys who her niece had been with, and, if she couldn’t punish the others, then Peter would have to take their punishments too.

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

Peter’s bottom was hot to the touch by this point and had turned a deep shade of pink from the attention it was receiving from Jessica’s hand. As he continued to wriggle and squirm, the dark-haired French Mistress lost patience with him and slipped her left arm under his waist and pulled him tightly into her skirt and blouse, tightening her grip so that he could not move at all. As Peter was close to Mrs. White he could smell her discreet perfume, not that this calmed him, as, within a few moments, she had resumed her spanking.

“Bad, bad, boy!” The dark-haired lady hissed, as across the room from her, Wendy continued spanking her niece hard.

Unlike Peter, Tina stubbornly refused to give Wendy Taylor the satisfaction of showing her that the spanking really was hurting her, and only the sound of Auntie Wendy’s hand connecting with Tina’s bare bottom and thighs could be heard.

“I’m going to tan that arse of yours so much more than Mrs. Wardell did, seen as those other boys aren’t here to take their share for corrupting my niece,” Jessica scolded before administering another twenty-four slaps, slowly and painfully across Peter’s lower buttocks and tops of his thighs.

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

The tears had started to form in his eyes and as the pain continued to burn into his bottom, He tried to move, but it was useless. Jessica tightened her grip even more and paused for a few moments until Peter had settled himself.

“You aren’t going anywhere, Peter. Not until I have spanked you so severely for what you made my niece do to you, even if it was over four years ago.” She gave his warm bottom a quick rub with her right hand.

“I take it that it was your idea to ask Tina to suck you off?” She asked, continuing to rub his sore backside as she did so.

Peter did not answer her question and sobbed into the cushion. Across from where he was lying over Jessica’s lap, Wendy Taylor was continuing to spank Tina’s bottom as hard as she physically could. Still, the twenty-one-year-old with the long, dark-blonde curly hair had not broken, still lying there, just taking it.

“Very well, young man. Auntie Jessica will just have to spank it out of you, won’t she? And if Tina is as naughty as you have been, then she will have to have her bottom spanked until she can’t sit down for a week too.” Mrs. White raised her right hand in the air and wasted no time at all before resuming Peter’s punishment.

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

The forty-eight-year-old held the young man into her cotton blouse and pleated skirt as she spanked and spanked for all she was worth, slapping slow and hard, then unleashing a frantic, rapid-fire burst against his buttocks. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to take his mind from the pain and discomfort that the French Mistress was inflicting on his bottom and thighs. Jessica White focused fully on Peter Mitchell’s bottom and ignored his sniffing, sobbing and crying into the cushion as she held him tightly in position and turned his pale bottom a shade of bright red in the twenty or so minutes that she spanked him.

Across from where Mrs. White was dealing with Peter, Auntie Wendy continued spanking Tina as hard as she physically could. The tall, slim girl with the long dark curly blonde hair said nothing, just giving the occasional gasp or sniff as she took her punishment. Wendy sat with the twenty-one-year-old over her knees and tried to hide her surprise that the slim, extremely quiet girl had shown hardly any reaction to the prolonged and full-force hand spanking she was receiving. When she spanked Peter, he eventually broke and began sniffing, sobbing and crying, but Tina Carlisle was simply lying there, taking it and not causing a fuss.

“So surprised at you being a little slut who sucks any cock she can get hold of, my dear,” Wendy said softly as she bent forward and whispered in Tina’s right ear.

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

“I’m sure that your Auntie has shown you how she expects you to act, and I’m sure that it isn’t like a little slut!” Wendy continued whispering in the young woman’s ear.

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

“Peter has never 'gone off' when he’s with me, like he did when he squirted all over you while you were wearing your school uniform,” Wendy Taylor laughed.

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

Mrs. Taylor could see how red Tina’s bottom had become from the hand spanking and rested her right hand on the girl’s small bottom for a few moments, smiling as she felt the heat coming from it. The forty-five-year-old teacher was determined to get the same reaction from Tina that she usually got from Peter after he had been spanked and she lifted her right hand and placed it carefully against the young woman’s right thigh.

“You are going to learn, Tina, that you behave like a lady and that you only get to play with a man’s cock when you’re married to him. We do not raise sluts in our households, young lady!” She snapped before rapping out two-dozen rapid-fire slaps against Tina Carlisle’s thighs and down the backs of her legs.

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

This final part of Wendy’s hand spanking finally gave her the desired outcome. The young lady with the long blonde curly hair wriggled and squirmed about as each slap connected with her delicate skin. She did not cry or shout out, but the tears had started, and she threw her right arm up in a vain attempt to cover her bottom and to prevent Mrs. Taylor from spanking her red and sore bottom. The experienced disciplinarian simply smiled and calmly took the girl’s right hand in her left hand and pinned it securely behind the back, not releasing it until she had finished administering those twenty-four, full-force and extremely painful, smacks with her right hand.

Once the two French Mistresses had decided that Peter and Tina’s bottoms had been sufficiently warmed up, they paused and placed their hands on their backs as they lay across their knees. Peter continued sobbing into the cushion on the sofa whereas Tina simply lay over Wendy’s lap, hair covering her face, looking down at the carpeted floor before her. Her bottom was a shade of dark red and it was giving off a great deal of heat, but Tina Carlisle was a stubborn girl and refused to show Wendy and Jessica how much the hand spanking had hurt. After a few minutes where the two female teachers allowed them to recover, Peter felt Jessica White rubbing his bottom with her right hand.

“Up you get, you naughty ones, and go and walk over to the dining table,” Wendy Taylor instructed.

She sat back on the high-backed dining room chair and removed her hands from Tina’s back to allow the girl to get to her feet. Jessica White stopped rubbing Peter’s bottom and sat back on the sofa, smiling as he unintentionally pushed his erect cock against her skirt.

“You heard Auntie Wendy. Get up, Peter.” She spoke softly and watched as the young student struggled to get to his feet.

A few moments later, Peter and Tina were standing looking at each other in the dining room. They both resisted the urge to rub their hot and sore bottoms as well as not talking to one another, even if he really wanted to. They turned and looked over at the dining room table where Mrs. Taylor had laid out her impressive collection of spanking implements. The look of sheer horror spread across Peter’s face as he noticed the freshly cut birch that Wendy had promised him that she would acquire for his next punishment.

“Tina. Pick up my ebony-backed clothes brush from the table and bring it to me, girl,” the French Mistress demanded in a stern tone of voice.

The twenty-one-year-old contemplated the implements for a few moments before selecting the small, oval-headed ebony-backed clothes brush and picking it up in her right hand. She looked into Peter’s eyes as she walked past him and returned to where Auntie Wendy was seated in the living room.

“Peter. Pick up my bath brush and get yourself back to Auntie Jessica and hand it to her,” Mrs. Taylor continued as she took her clothes brush from Tina.

He sniffed as he picked up the long-handled and heavy bath brush in his right hand and slowly walked back to the sofa where Jessica was waiting. Peter held the dense wooden brush out for her, and she smiled wickedly as she took it in her right hand.

“Right, you, naughty, naughty creatures, get yourself back in position and prepare yourselves for a severe bottom warming,” Wendy hissed, looking up at Tina as she did so.

Peter and Tina quickly resumed their positions across Jessica and Wendy’s knees, and he took hold of the cushion once again and buried his head deep into it. He unintentionally opened my legs and Mrs. White smiled to herself as she got a good look at his erect cock which rested against her covered right thigh. She ignored it, instead concentrating upon laying the wooden bath brush across the young man’s bottom, deciding where her first smack with the sadistic brush would land.

Across from the dark-haired teacher, Auntie Wendy placed her left arm around Tina’s slim waist and used her strength to pull the young woman tightly into her blouse and skirt. She would be going nowhere during this part of her punishment and was going to feel every smack with Wendy’s not-so-innocent looking clothes brush. Mrs. Taylor nodded as she noticed that Tina had opened her legs wide, enabling the French Mistress to see the young lady’s pussy lips. She was damp and it was obvious that the girl was aroused from the spanking. Wendy Taylor smiled. She was turned on too, her knickers already wet from her exertions so far.

“We’re going to teach you that you do not suck cocks, Tina, and that you do not go into her bedroom and do whatever she asks you, Peter.” Mrs. Taylor began tapping her clothes brush gently against the centre of Tina Carlisle’s small bottom.

“And, if you do, then you’ll find yourselves over Auntie Jessica's and my knees and you will be made to regret every, dirty, disgusting thing that you do!” She snapped.

A second later, the first swipe with the small, wooden clothes brush connected with Tina’s right buttock with a loud “Thump!” The noise it made echoed around the large room. Mrs. White watched her friend spanking her niece with the brush for a few moments, smiling as Tina’s long, dark-blonde curly hair fell down and covered her face once more. The twenty-one-year-old immediately began struggling as the ebony-backed brush bit into her already sore bottom.

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

Auntie Wendy slowly, and as hard as she physically could, brought her brush down alternately against the young lady’s already sore bottom, ensuring that she received three hefty blows across the fleshy centre of each buttock. Mrs. White watched open-mouthed as her younger colleague said nothing as she administered another half a dozen smacks with her brush, again, spanking the girl’s buttocks equally, three across each already sore and burning bum cheek.

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

“You dirty little slut!” Wendy Taylor whispered in Tina’s right ear.

She smiled as she could hear the girl sniffing and sobbing before tightening the grip she had around the young lady’s waist with her left arm. Once she was happy with her position, she paused and held the brush in her right hand, and looked over at Jessica, who smiled at her before lifting the bath brush from Peter’s bottom and landing her first smack.

“Smack!”

The heavy, long-handled brush connected loudly with his already sore right buttock.

The dense, wooden brush ignited a fire in his bottom, and he began to wriggle and squirm around on Jessica’s lap. Peter’s head was buried deep in the red cushion which he held against his face and the tears started almost immediately. Mrs. White smiled at Wendy as her left arm reached under Peter’s waist once again and pulled him tightly into her dark-blue blouse and white pleated skirt. He was going nowhere, and his bottom was going to receive a severe beating for what he and Tina had done (or not really done!) in her bedroom all those years before.

Over the next five minutes or so, the only sounds audible in Wendy’s spacious living room were the sounds of the clothes brush and the bath brush spanking two very naughty, and by this time, very sorry bare bottoms. Both ladies spanked relatively hard, ensuring that they spanked almost every inch of Peter and Tina’s already red and sore backsides, ignoring their sniffs, sobs and tears and concentrating upon holding them securely in place over their knees so that they could complete this part of the punishment relatively quickly.

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

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

Wendy Taylor sat on her high-backed chair emotionless as she slowly administered a dozen hard swipes with her nasty little ebony-backed clothes brush across Tina Carlisle’s bottom, which by this time was a shade of deep red, was hot to the touch and was swollen in a couple of places where the brush had bitten deep into her skin. The twenty-one-year-old was crying, her tears falling into her long hair and onto the carpeted floor below, but she tried her best to take her punishment with as little fuss as possible. As Tina squirmed and wriggled to try and avoid the clothes brush, Mrs. Taylor used all of her experience as a disciplinarian to hold her tight, pulling the girl closer into her hot pink satin blouse and long, dark pine green skirt.

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

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

Wendy gave those final dozen smacks with her clothes brush across the creases in between Tina’s lower buttock and the very top of her thighs, again careful to ensure that they received their equal share. This was painful, and finally, Tina Carlisle had broken and was crying and pleading with Wendy to stop.

The French Mistress smiled at Jessica White, who was busy spanking Peter Mitchell on the sofa, before returning to the task in hand, laying out the final few smacks with her brush across the girl’s thighs.

“Please, Auntie Jessica – make her stop!” Tina yelled.

Jessica White simply shook her head at her younger friend and returned to her task of spanking Peter’s bottom with the horrid bath brush.

Like Tina was receiving with the clothes brush, so he was receiving at least two dozen extremely painful smacks with Wendy’s long-handled bath brush from Auntie Jessica. His tears flowed freely into the red cushion that he held to his face. Peter’s shouts and pleas were muffled by the cushion, not that the French Mistress cared. She simply focused on smacking his buttocks as hard as she could with the dense bath brush, each smack igniting a fire in the young man’s bottom.

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

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

Those first dozen smacks with the brush had turned his bottom a deep shade of red, and even purple in some places. The twenty-year-old’s bottom was swollen and sore and he cried for all he was worth into the by now sodden cushion. The dark-haired woman tightened her hold around his waist and smiled across at Wendy, who was busy reducing Tina to tears with the clothes brush, before she administered those final, full-force and downright nasty smacks with the heavy bath brush, aiming deliberately for the tops of Peter’s thighs.

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

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

The two ladies looked across at one another and smiled as they laid their brushes down, Jessica throwing it down onto the right-hand side of the sofa and Wendy placing her clothes brush down on the floor next to her left foot. They continued to hold Peter and Tina tightly as they both sniffed and sobbed, allowing them a few minutes to calm down before the next stage of their punishment. As Peter lay over Mrs. White’s knees she released the grip she had on him with her left arm and replaced her hands on his back. She licked her lips as she looked over at her younger friend, who had also removed her left arm from around Tina’s waist and was rubbing the twenty-one-year-old’s bottom with her right hand.

“Why don’t you check to see if he’s still excited, Miss?” Auntie Wendy laughed.

Jessica White nodded and slipped her right hand between Peter’s legs and felt for his cock. She soon found it and gave it a playful squeeze, before working her way between his legs and touching his balls with her warm right hand. He continued to sniff and sob loudly into the cushion as she did this, continuing for a few minutes, by which time she had touched almost everywhere between his legs, from his cock, across his balls, then his inner thighs and only stopping when she touched his anus.

“It feels like I’ve beaten it out of him for now, Wendy!” Jessica replied coldly.

Mrs. Taylor smiled across at her older friend and stopped rubbing Tina Carlisle’s red and sore bottom, gently smacking the girl’s right buttock.

“Up you get, young lady, and go and walk over to the dining table,” she said as she moved her arms out of the way and sat back in the high-backed chair to allow the twenty-one-year-old to get to her feet.

The quiet young lady struggled to her feet and once she was standing looking down at Wendy, she used both hands to brush her long, dark-blonde curly hair from her eyes and secure it behind her head the best she could. Next, she used the backs of her hands to rub the tears from her eyes and wipe her nose. The French Mistress sat on the chair and brushed the creases from her knee-length green skirt and adjusted her satin blouse before returning her gaze to Tina, who exhaled heavily before walking the short distance into the dining room.

Mrs. White licked her lips and ran her fingers down Peter’s back. He was still sniffing and sobbing into the cushion and the dark-haired teacher could feel the heat in his bottom.

“Go and join Tina in the dining room, young man. Up you get,” Jessica White said, leaning over him and whispering into his right ear.

Like Tina had done, Peter took a few minutes to struggle to his feet. He stood in front of Jessica, his semi-hard cock pointing at her, inches from her face. She sat there unimpressed and watched him wiping the tears from his eyes and wiping his nose, totally emotionless. She concentrated upon adjusting her white pleated skirt, then the sleeves on her dark-blue blouse with its small white spots, before returning her focus to Peter. She was just about to speak when he turned and headed into the dining room where he stood next to Tina.

Out of Peter and Tina’s sight, Auntie Wendy and Auntie Jessica got up from their seats and stood looking at them standing there with their bottoms on show in the dining room. They said nothing as they walked across to where the two young adults stood, stopping when they were within inches of them, Jessica standing behind Tina and Wendy standing behind Peter. The young man with the shaven head could smell Mrs. Taylor’s strong perfume and hear her breathing as they all stood in silence. After a few moments, Wendy spoke.

“Shall we have another glass of white wine, Jessica, and leave these naughty ones to contemplate what is coming their way in a short while?” She walked back into her living room and picked up the empty glasses from the coffee table.

On her return to the dining room, she walked past Peter and Tina and stood in the doorway to her kitchen.

“That’s right, you naughty, dirty, disgusting things – you’ll be getting everything that is on that table across those naughty bottoms of yours tonight,” she hissed as she walked into her kitchen.

“Have a good look at those things, Peter. Tina. Because we’re going to teach you a lesson that you won’t forget in a hurry!” The dark-haired French Mistress raised her voice slightly.

Mrs. White stared at both of them before following her friend into her kitchen. The two French Mistresses chatted in Wendy Taylor’s large kitchen for a few minutes as Auntie Wendy poured the ladies another glass of white wine. They stood talking in the kitchen before returning to the dining room, where they continued to chat, ignoring the fact that Peter and Tina were standing there in silence, absolutely naked.

Mrs. Taylor walked into her living room and picked up the bath brush from the sofa and her clothes brush from the floor before returning them to the dining room table. By the time that the ladies had finished their second glass of wine that night, Peter and Tina’s sobs and tears had stopped and they both stood there wondering what was going to happen next. Auntie Wendy smiled at Jessica as she took the woman’s empty glass from her and took it into the kitchen before returning and standing next to her friend.

“Right. This is where it gets interesting. You’ve had your bottoms warmed and now we’re going to start your punishment for what you did whilst you were at school.” Wendy smiled at Tina, who stood there in silence.

“You’re going to punish one another and, if you won’t, or you don’t do it hard enough to satisfy us, then we will strap, cane and birch you, until we are satisfied. Am I making myself clear?” She continued, focusing on Peter Mitchell.

He turned his head and looked at her. She had a wicked little smile across her face.

“But Auntie Wendy. I can’t!” He pleaded.

Wendy Taylor took a couple of steps over to him and stood so close that her satin blouse brushed against his bare skin. She looked into his eyes as she reached over with her right hand and took hold of Peter’s cock before giving it a squeeze, holding his cock as she spoke.

“You will do. Or Auntie Jessica will beat your arse raw and until she is satisfied that you have paid for what you did in Tina’s bedroom – or, for what you wanted to do in Tina’s bedroom, should I say.” She laughed and looked at Jessica, still holding his semi-hard cock in her right hand as she did so.

“But Auntie Wendy!” The young man continued to protest.

Mrs. Taylor licked her lips and looked into his blue eyes.

“Have it your way, young man. Either you punish Tina, or I’ll do it. And Tina needs to punish you, otherwise Auntie Jessica will spank you into next week. The choice is yours, Sweetie.” The French Mistress smiled as she let go of Peter’s cock and walked away.

They all stood in silence for a few moments. Peter Mitchell really did not want to spank Tina at all but had to admit to himself that he didn’t mind her spanking him. After the short stand-off between Wendy, Jessica, Tina and Peter, it was Tina Carlisle who broke the deadlock.

“Oh, just do it, Pete. Give these two their excitement for once,” she spat before dramatically taking a couple of steps over to the dining room table and bending right over it, her lovely, slim bottom pointing out in front of everyone.

Peter stared open-mouthed, firstly at Tina’s already red and sore backside standing out in front of him and secondly, at Tina’s defiant outburst. Wendy Taylor and Jessica White simply smiled and prepared themselves for what was going to happen next that evening. Auntie Jessica walked to the other side of the large dining room table and surveyed the selection of implements that Wendy had laid out earlier. After a few moments’ thought, she picked up Wendy’s small, oval-headed, tan-coloured leather spanking paddle, which she studied closely in her right hand before walking over to where Peter was standing. She said nothing as she held it out to him.

“Peter. Spank her bottom as hard as you can with this,” Mrs. White instructed sternly.

He looked at Wendy, who simply nodded at him, and he reluctantly took the solid little paddle in his right hand. Auntie Wendy took hold of the young man and used her strength to get him into the ideal spanking position just across from Tina’s left-hand side. Jessica White walked back to the opposite side of the table and leaned over, taking hold of her niece’s wrists in her hands as she did so.

“Spank her bottom as hard as you can, Peter. Give her a smack across each bum cheek and keep spanking her until we tell you. Is that clear, you naughty boy?” Mrs. Taylor let go of the tall, twenty-year-old and stood up, folding her arms across her chest.

“But Auntie Wendy, I don’t…” Peter looked across at her and pleaded.

“Spank her arse – otherwise I’ll birch you, right here, right now!” She snapped, cutting him off in mid-sentence as she did so.

Tina Carlisle raised her head and turned to look at Peter.

“Just spank me. Let these bitches get off on it,” Tina laughed.

Jessica White reached over and pulled her niece down into the table before readjusting the grip she had on the young woman’s wrists. Auntie Wendy nodded at Peter, a thoroughly pissed off look across her face, and he took the small paddle back in his right hand, bringing it down a moment later across the small bottom lying in front of him.

“Whap!”

The surprisingly solid little paddle connected with Tina Carlisle’s right bum cheek. She winced as the pain registered in her brain and did her best to maintain her position over the dining room table. Peter Mitchell reluctantly raised the paddle in the air once more and paused for a moment before sending it on its way towards his friend’s perfectly formed bottom. Its journey ended a moment later.

“Whap!”

Tina’s left buttock received a hard smack with the oval-headed paddle.

Again, the twenty-one-year-old winced as the pain hit home, but she stubbornly tried to stay as still as she could. He reluctantly continued to spank her across her bottom, evenly landing the paddle across left, then right, buttock. Peter was careful to do it as hard as possible, even if he did not want to hurt Tina, conscious that Wendy was standing about two metres away from him, watching the punishment with interest.

“Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!”

After he had administered the first half a dozen smacks with the little leather paddle, Peter Mitchell paused and looked across at Auntie Wendy, who continued to watch him spanking his friend. She had folded her arms across her chest and looked absolutely furious.

“We did not tell you to stop, young man. Spank her bottom!” She demanded coldly.

Reluctantly, Peter re-took his position at Tina’s left-hand side and laid the small, oval-headed paddle across her right bum cheek. He slowly and carefully laid out another half a dozen smacks with Wendy’s paddle, pausing after the last smack had connected loudly with Tina Carlisle’s right buttock.

“Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!”

Tina was wincing with pain after each slap with the solid little paddle but had managed to remain in position over the table, despite her obvious discomfort. Peter looked worriedly at Auntie Wendy, who simply shook her head at him and then looked down at Tina’s red and bruised backside.

“I did not tell you to stop, my dear. Spank her bottom!” She instructed with an icy tone of voice.

The young student reluctantly laid the paddle across the long-haired girl’s bare bottom and slowly, and as hard as he dared, laid out another six smacks with Wendy’s paddle.

“Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!”

Once more, Peter paused and looked down at Tina, who was sniffing once again, but she had stayed relatively still and took the paddle well. Across from her, Jessica held her niece’s wrists tightly and looked up at the tall young man with the shaven head.

“She still needs a lot more, young man. We want you both to learn that sneaking into people’s bedrooms and having oral sex is naughty and disgusting and we won’t tolerate it!” She raised her voice and stared at him until he had re-taken his position and had resumed tapping the small paddle against her niece’s red and bruised bottom.

Mrs. White returned her attention to holding Tina’s wrists, ignoring the young woman’s sniffs and sobs as she tightened the grip she had on her with her hands. After another few moments’ pause, Peter Mitchell slowly and carefully, laid out another six smacks with the paddle to Tina’s bottom, hoping that that would be the end, but Auntie Wendy and Auntie Jessica were not in the mood to be lenient to Tina, which meant that they would be far from lenient when it came to Tina dealing with him.

“Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!”

He looked across at Wendy, who said nothing and simply shook her head, indicating that he needed to keep spanking the girl with the long, dark-blonde curly hair, even if she was swaying and wriggling much more than she had done during the rest of her punishment.

Mrs. Taylor turned her attention to Peter when he paused and stood back from his friend’s red and sore bottom.

“I did not tell you to stop, Peter. Spank her bottom!” She spoke with no hint of emotion in her voice.

“Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!”

Tina Carlisle was crying, and her bottom was a mixture of shades of dark red. Peter wanted to stop and thought about pleading with Wendy Taylor, but as soon as he looked across to her, he knew that any plea would fall on deaf ears.

“Keep spanking the slut, my dear,” the French Mistress smiled.

“Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!” “Whap!”

After another twelve slaps with the paddle, the young man was allowed to stop and Auntie Wendy took a step over to where Tina was bent over the table, still being held down by Jessica. Mrs. Taylor finally nodded to Peter as she stood up and then she looked across the table to her dark-haired friend.

“I think that’s a good start, Auntie Jessica. Perhaps a few moments and then Tina can spank Peter with my American spanking paddle?” The French Mistress spoke quietly and smiled at him as she took her small leather paddle from his right hand.

To be continued...