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

Wendy walked over to where Jessica White was still holding onto her sobbing niece’s wrists and laid the small leather spanking paddle down, smiling as she picked up her large, wooden spanking paddle with the eight round holes in it that ran down its length in two rows of four. She held it up and made sure that Peter got a good look at it before she returned to where he was standing, still in shock at spanking Tina. The dark-blonde-haired French Mistress leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. After a few minutes, by which time Tina Carlisle had settled, the two female teachers decided that it was time for Peter Mitchell to pay for his bad behaviour all those years ago.

“Auntie Jessica do you want to help Tina to stand up and then she can spank Peter’s bottom with my lovely paddle here.” Mrs. Taylor smiled angelically, contemplating her heavy wooden paddle.

The dark-haired woman slowly and carefully, relaxed the hold that she had on her niece’s shoulders and stood up, smiling as she looked across at Wendy and Peter. She spent a few moments adjusting her dark blue long-sleeved blouse before she began to gently brush Tina’s long hair behind her head as she remained lying over the dining room table.

“Stand up, young lady and go and stand beside Auntie Wendy.” She spoke quietly but authoritatively and watched the young woman slowly get to her feet.

A couple of minutes later, Tina Carlisle was standing beside Wendy and Peter, facing her Auntie, who remained at the opposite end of the large table. The French Mistress with the dark-blonde curly hair smiled at the younger woman as she held the paddle out for her.

“Peter. Get yourself over the table and don’t cause a fuss.” Auntie Wendy instructed quietly.

He looked at her. Then at Tina. Then finally across at Mrs. White. The young man did not say a word, thinking about what he should do. Peter Mitchell really did not want the paddle across his bottom, but knew that if he refused, or caused the women any problems, then they would probably only make it worse for him. Wendy took a step to encourage the tall young man to do as he had been told and he soon found himself, face down over the table, his wrists secured tightly by Jessica.

“Tina. Take this and spank his bottom as hard as you physically can. I mean hard, young lady.” Mrs. Taylor paused as the twenty-one-year-old took the large paddle in her small right hand and held it out.

“If you don’t do it as hard as we think you can, or you don’t give it one-hundred-percent effort, then Auntie Jessica and myself will strap, cane and birch you until you can’t sit for a week. Do you understand girl?” She continued.

Tina Carlisle said nothing, simply nodding at the older woman. She took a few steps until she was standing at Peter’s left-hand side. The young lady brushed her long, dark-blonde curly hair from her face and wiped the remaining tears from her eyes before she bent her left knee and laid the heavy paddle flat across the twenty-year-olds already hot and sore bottom.

“Hard, young lady!” Wendy Taylor hissed.

Tina drew the large paddle back in her right hand.

“Spank that naughty, naughty bottom until I tell you to stop. Am I making myself clear, my Dear?” She asked sternly.

Tina Carlisle nodded once more and took a deep breath. She looked across at Wendy, who nodded at her. A moment later the heavy paddle was sent on its way through the air and towards Peter Mitchell’s vulnerable bottom, that was standing out in front of her. The heavy piece of wood connected a second later with a loud “Whack!” The noise it made carrying out into the kitchen, living room and the hallway.

He screamed as the pain registered. His already hot and swollen bottom burned from the paddle’s attention and Peter wriggled and squirmed, but thanks to Jessica, there was to be no escape. Out of his sight, Mrs. Taylor smiled at Tina, inviting the young lady to continue with the punishment. She took another deep breath before she slowly administered twelve, full-force and painful swats with the heavy wooden paddle over the next few minutes.

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

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

The tall student was struggling and crying and pleading with anyone who would listen, to stop the punishment, but Auntie Jessica and Auntie Wendy simply laughed and ignored him. Tina had stepped away and held the spanking paddle down towards the floor. She really did not want to give Peter any more punishment but had no choice in the matter.

“I did not tell you to stop, young lady!” Mrs. Taylor spoke coldly and watched as Tina Carlisle reluctantly re-took her position at Peter’s left-hand side.

A few moments later, the spanking resumed, the twenty-one-year-old woman administering another twenty-four painful swats with the paddle across the centre of his muscular bottom.

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

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

Mrs. White pushed down with all of her weight in order to keep Peter in position over the table as he cried and struggled as the pain in his bottom increased with every swat from Tina’s paddle. Peter’s backside was a deep shade of red, and the centre of his buttocks was beginning to turn a very deep red as it was bruised by the hard piece of wood. As Auntie Jessica held him down, Wendy took the paddle from a relieved Tina, and smiled as she noticed the tiny spots of blood that had been left on it from the young man’s punishment. The dark-blonde French Mistress returned the paddle to the table and picked up her large, size eleven, white canvas plimsoll with its nasty rubber sole. She tapped this gently against the palm of her right hand.

“Now, young lady. You’re each going to receive eighteen smacks with Miss Lindley’s plimsoll, and I want you to administer them across Peter’s bottom as hard as you can.” Auntie Wendy smiled at Tina, before taking up a position at the young man’s left-hand side.

She licked her lips as she adjusted the grip she had on the large white gym shoe until she was satisfied and swung it towards his bare bottom, it’s journey ending with an almighty “Thud!” as it connected with Peter’s lower right bum cheek.

He howled with pain, but Mrs. White held him down into the table, ensuring that there was to be no escape.

Wendy held the plimsoll out to Tina Carlisle, who reluctantly took it in her right hand and, just as she had seen Auntie Wendy do moments before, adjusted the hold she had on it in her small right hand until she was happy. The tall young lady then walked around to Peter’s left-hand side and took up her position, taking a deep breath before looking at Mrs. Taylor.

“Eighteen very hard smacks, Dear.” She smiled as Tina drew the plimsoll back.

Over the next five minutes or so, the twenty-one-year-old slowly and carefully administered a walloping that, although wasn’t as hard as what he had taken from Rachel Lindley in the past, still stung like crazy and made him howl with pain. However, no matter how much he cried, sobbed and pleaded for the ladies to stop, Peter was ignored, simply finding himself being forced down hard against the wooden table as behind him, the lovely Tina, reluctantly spanked his burning buttocks with the solid gym shoe.

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

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

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

Once she had administered the final smack with the plimsoll, Tina held it out for Wendy Taylor, who smiled as she took it from the younger woman. Auntie Wendy leaned in close and, ignoring Peter’s sniffs and sobs, ran her left hand over his red hot and swollen bottom. The French Mistress touched every inch of his sore bottom and thighs, not saying a word as she listened to him desperately trying to calm himself and return his breathing to some kind of normal.

After a few minutes, Peter was standing at Tina’s left-hand side and she was the one bent over the dining room table once more. This time, Mrs. Taylor had replaced Jessica White at the top of the table and was holding the twenty-one-year-old securely in place for the next part of her punishment. She looked over Tina’s head at Peter Mitchell and stared at him, watching as he carefully, and very reluctantly laid the large white canvas shoe across Tina Carlisle’s small bottom. The shoe was so big that it covered the young woman’s small, but perfectly formed bottom and he waited, hoping that the French Mistresses would stop the punishment there.

They didn’t.

Auntie Wendy smiled at him and then across at Mrs. White, who stood to his left-hand side, arms folded across her chest.

“Eighteen smacks with the gym shoe, Peter. You heard what Auntie Wendy told you, young man!” She snapped.

He slowly, and carefully laid the shoe across the gorgeous bottom in front of him, careful to land each painful blow across the centre of Tina’s small bum cheeks. Although probably nowhere near as hard as Tina had done to him, she was soon crying into the table and she wriggled for all she was worth. Her lovely bottom had become a deep shade of red, just like his, and it was swollen in a couple of places, especially the fleshy lower part of her right buttock.

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

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

As soon as he had completed this part of the punishment, Peter held the plimsoll out in his left hand towards Auntie Jessica, who smiled as she took it from him. The dark-haired French Mistress moved closer and leaned forward to take a good look at her niece’s red and sore bottom. After a few moments, where she had touched the young woman’s bottom and thighs with her left hand, Mrs. White stood up and nodded at Peter, before walking over to where Wendy was holding Tina, and placed the plimsoll back on the table.

“I think that I’d like to show these naughty young ones how displeased I am with them about getting up to dirty things in Tina’s bedroom.” Jessica White said quietly, looking across at Wendy who continued holding onto a sobbing Tina.

Mrs. Taylor smiled sweetly at her older friend, knowing what was coming our way next.

“Of course, Auntie Jessica. It’s only right and proper that you should give these two naughty bottoms a damned good thrashing to show them how angry you are with what they got up to.” Wendy Taylor spoke softly and shifted her gaze to Peter.

“The belt. I take it, Miss?” The younger woman asked, already knowing the answer to her question.

The forty-eight-year-old teacher nodded at Mrs. Taylor and picked up her thick, black leather belt with its heavy silver buckle.

“Indeed, Miss. This one is no stranger to the belt for her poor behaviour and attitude. Just a shame that all my hard work with it over the years hasn’t seemed to get through to her.” Jessica laughed and motioned to Peter with the belt to move out of the way.

Mrs. White said nothing as she concentrated upon placing the thick piece of leather in the correct position in her right hand. She carefully placed the buckle against the flat of her palm and wrapped the long belt around her hand several times until she was happy with the length. Across from her, Auntie Wendy watched her as she continued to hold Tina down, the younger French Mistress getting more and more aroused the more punishment she witnessed.

“I think twelve swipes with the belt for each of our naughty ones?” Jessica announced sternly as she took up her position at Tina’s left-hand side.

Wendy Taylor nodded and smiled at the dark-haired woman, who had adjusted the sleeves on her dark blue blouse with the tiny white spots and had placed her left foot in front of her right. Once satisfied, she laid the thick piece of leather across Tina Carlisle’s small bottom, touching it against her bare skin before taking the belt back behind her right shoulder. She paused, took a deep breath, paused again before bringing it flying through the air until it connected with the twenty-one-year-old’s small bottom.

“Crack!”

The belt bit deeply into the centre of the young woman’s fleshy bottom. Tina immediately shouted out, the noise being muffled by Wendy, who used all her weight to push her back down into the dining room table. Auntie Wendy returned her focus to her dark-haired friend who already had returned the belt to her right shoulder, her next stroke being sent on its way a few moments later.

“Crack!”

Again, Tina’s cries and shouts were muffled by Auntie Wendy, who held her down into the table. Indeed, Tina Carlisle was no stranger to Jessica’s belt, having experienced it on countless occasions as she grew up. She also knew how painful the heavy piece of black leather was when it was used against her bottom by her no-nonsense Auntie. Jessica White gave her niece enough time between each cold and full-force swipe with the belt to allow her to recover her composure and to resume her position over Wendy’s dining room table before landing her next painful stroke. It took her over five minutes to complete this part of Tina’s punishment.

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

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

Then it was Peter’s turn. Within a few minutes, Tina Carlisle was standing in the space between the dining room and living room, rubbing tears from her eyes and wiping her nose on the back of her hands. He had replaced the young lady with the long, dark blonde curly hair bent over the dining room table and Auntie Wendy held him down by pushing down with all her weight on his broad shoulders. Behind Peter, Mrs. White re-took her position, standing at his left-hand side with her left foot placed in front of her right. She smiled over at Wendy, who simply nodded at the lady with the shoulder-length dark hair. It was her signal to thrash his already bruised and swollen bottom.

The French Mistress paused and contemplated where her first swipe would land, and once satisfied, she took her thick leather belt over her right shoulder, took a deep breath and sent her nasty piece of leather hurtling towards Peter Mitchell’s already battered bottom.

“Crack!”

That first stinging stroke bit deeply into his right buttock. He screamed and shouted, but, like Tina, his cries were muffled by Wendy, who simply used her weight to push him further into the dining room table. Mrs. White said nothing, simply taking her belt back over her right shoulder, ready to lay on her next stroke. Once Peter had settled himself and was relatively still, she brought down her next swipe, again, expertly whipping it across the fleshy centre of his sore bottom.

“Crack!”

He continued to shout and plead with the ladies to stop, but this led to him being pushed harder into the table, Mrs. Taylor pushing her entire weight down onto his shoulders and upper back to hold Peter in place. This allowed Auntie Jessica to administer her remaining strokes with the belt, which she did slowly, and as painfully, as possible. The ladies ignored his tears and Jessica White smiled as she saw the deep red marks that her thick leather belt had left across the fleshy part of Peter’s bum cheeks.

“Crack!” “Crack!” “Crack!” “Crack!”

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

Once she had finished, Mrs. White unfastened the belt from her right hand and returned it to the dining table, where Peter was still crying loudly. His bottom was on fire and even Mrs. Taylor’s half-hearted attempts to soothe the young man were having no effect. It took him about ten minutes to calm himself sufficiently for Wendy to take her weight off his shoulders and allow him to stand. All Peter wanted to do was to place both hands on his burning bottom, but the totally pissed off look across Wendy Taylor’s face meant that he resisted the temptation.

“I think that we’re beginning to get through to these naughty ones, Auntie Jessica.” Wendy laughed.

Mrs. Taylor reached across her table and picked up the crook-handled dragon cane in her right hand. She smiled at Peter as she contemplated the two-foot-long, dragon cane before turning her focus to Tina, who was still sniffing loudly. The young lady had never been caned before and Wendy knew it. The French Mistress swished the cane through the air several times to show the twenty-one-year-old what was coming her way. Auntie Wendy smiled at Jessica, and then at Peter, licked her lips and spoke softly.

“Now, young lady. You’re going to receive twelve strokes with the cane and when we’re finished, I want you to tell me whose idea the blow job in your bedroom was – yours or Peter’s and I want the truth girl!” She emphasized the last word.

The forty-five-year-old walked over to where Peter was standing, still sniffing and wiping away tears, and laughed as she held the cane out to him.

“Tina. Back over the table and no fuss, otherwise, Auntie Jessica and myself will give you an additional twelve strokes. Do you understand?” Mrs. Taylor stared at the young woman.

Tina Carlisle nodded and was soon back in position over the large dining room table. Jessica White had walked to the far side of the table and took her niece’s wrists in her hands and held her down, looking over the woman’s back and across at Peter Mitchell as he stood there nervously with the cane in his right hand.

“Twelve strokes young man and don’t go easy on her. You do that, then we’ll thrash that sorry arse of yours. Am I making myself clear young man?” Wendy asked in her strictest teacherly tone.

He simply nodded at her and carefully laid the dense, crook-handled cane out across his friend’s already red and sore bottom. Tina unintentionally opened her legs, and Peter placed the cane against the fleshiest part of her small bottom. He tapped her gently with the two-foot-long cane to get the feel for it and waited for Wendy to signal to him to begin. The lady with the dark-blonde curly hair nodded at Peter and he drew the cane back. He paused, took a breath, looked at Wendy, then at Jessica and finally, brought the cane through the air. It’s journey broken when it collided with the centre of Tina’s right buttock.

“Thwack!”

Tina Carlisle winced as the cane bit into her bottom, but stubbornly remained in position, trying to avoid showing any reaction. At his left hand side, Auntie Wendy nodded at him to continue and he took the cane back once more, pausing to take a breath before sending it on its way once again.

“Thwack!”

The next stroke landed across Tina’s left bum cheek, slightly lower down than the previous one had. Again, she winced and tried to stop herself from shouting out with pain as the cane burned into her already sore bottom. Again, Wendy nodded to Peter as his signal to administer the next stroke.

“Thwack!”

The young man landed the next cane stroke slightly lower down, across Tina Carlisle’s right bum cheek and she shouted out, the exact words being unintelligible due to Jessica holding her securely down into the table. She swayed and wriggled for all she was worth and took a few moments before she was back in position once more. Once satisfied, Wendy nodded and Peter continued his friend’s punishment, trying to ignore the thin neat red lines that the cane was imprinting on the young woman’s small bottom.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

Once he had completed those first six strokes, Peter Mitchell paused and looked at Auntie Wendy, who was inspecting the twenty-one-year-old girl’s bottom. She leaned in close and smiled as she took a good look at the marks left by the cane and the other implements and ran her right hand softly over Tina’s hot and swollen bottom.

“A well-punished bottom for a little slut.” Wendy spoke almost in a whisper.

She stood up and moved back to allow the tall, muscular student to administer the final six strokes. Peter stood there, hating every moment, but also nervous about what was coming his way once he had finished with Tina. His friend was crying and sniffing into the dining room table and Peter hoped that Auntie Wendy and Auntie Jessica would end her punishment there, but this was a naïve thought.

“The final six of the best, young man!” Jessica White demanded, holding Tina’s wrists tightly in her hands and ignoring the young woman’s sniffs and sobs.

Wendy nodded at him and soon he had re-taken his position at the young woman’s left-hand side, Peter Mitchell laid the cane across her bottom once again. He decided that he would keep targeting the fleshiest part of her tiny bottom and once satisfied, Peter quickly, and reluctantly, laid those final six strokes with Wendy’s dragon cane against the swollen and sore bottom in front of him.

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

By the time he had administered the final stroke, Tina was crying freely and loudly, and Peter wasted no time at all in holding the cane, now with little spots of blood from a cut that had opened on Tina’s bottom, out for Wendy, who took it from him. She smiled at the young man and looked across at her older friend, who continued to hold her niece down over the table, waiting for a few minutes until the twenty-one-year-old had settled herself. Once the two teachers were satisfied, Jessica released the hold she had on Tina and helped the girl to get to her feet.

“Now, you naughty pair. Whose idea was the blow job?” Auntie Wendy asked calmly as she stood beside Peter, arms folded across her chest.

He looked at Tina, who was still sobbing and sniffing noisily, wiping her nose and eyes, brushing her long, dark-blonde curly hair from her face. For some stupid reason, the young man decided to admit to the “crime” even if, in reality, he had been invited by Tina to go home with her and then into her bedroom. It had been Tina Carlisle who had pushed him down onto her bed. She had been the one who had removed his shoes and socks, his trousers and then, it had been her who had started stroking his inner thighs. Peter had then had his “accident” by squirting prematurely into his boxer shorts, but he didn’t want the lovely young woman to take more punishment from Wendy and Jessica.

“Auntie Wendy. It was my idea.” Peter spoke confidently as he looked the older woman in the eyes.

Mrs. Taylor licked her lips and looked away from him as she adjusted the long sleeves on her hot pink satin blouse. Once she was satisfied that her appearance was perfect, she walked across to the far end of the table and unfolded the towel that covered her birch rods. Wendy picked the bundle up and held them in her right hand, making sure that Peter got a good look at them.

“Is this true?” Auntie Wendy smiled, knowing the truth about Peter’s visit to Tina’s bedroom.

He nodded as he looked nervously at the birch twigs that Wendy had lovingly picked, prepared and secured together with some heavy-duty black tape.

“Yes, Auntie Wendy. I asked Tina to suck my cock but, went off before she even put it in her mouth. I should be the one who gets punished.”

The French Mistress swished the birch twigs through the air several times before she turned her attention to Jessica’s niece.

“Very well young lady. Go and stand in the living room, face the wall and put your hands on your head while we thrash Peter’s naughty bottom.” She spoke quietly, but left Tina in no doubt that she should comply immediately.

As the twenty-one-year-old walked from the dining room and into the far corner of the living room, Peter stared at the lady with the shoulder-length dark-blonde curly hair, the birch twigs held in her right hand.

“Get yourself over the table young man and not a word from you.” Wendy swished the birch again and paused, looking across at Jessica White.

“We’re going to give you eighteen swipes with my birch and if you mess us about, then we’ll start over and make you very, very sorry.” She continued, gesturing with the birch to the table.

Peter Mitchell nervously took the few steps across to the table and lowered himself down, careful not to look directly at Wendy, who continued to swish the birch through the air. Once he was in position, Jessica took hold of his wrists and held him down. Peter could smell her lovely scent and began to relax, thinking about taking the French Mistress’ clothes off rather than what was coming his way in a few minutes’ time.

Out of his view, Wendy Taylor took up her position at his left-hand side. She placed her left hand on her left hip and planted her left foot slightly in front of her right. She took a deep breath before bending her left knee and laying the birch twigs across Peter’s already sore and swollen bottom. After a moment, she began tapping the collection of thin twigs against his bare buttocks. He closed his eyes and thought about Jessica as he tried to keep his mind from the pain that was obviously coming his way. It did not take long before Mrs. Taylor laid on her first stroke, landing her birch expertly across the fleshy part of the tall, young man’s bottom.

“Whip!”

That first swipe with the birch was like being stung by a small swarm of bees and felt unlike anything he had felt before. So different to being caned. It did not feel as severe as a stroke with the cane and Peter tried to settle in for Auntie Wendy’s remaining swipes.

“Whip!”

The French Mistress landed her second smack within millimetres of her first, and again, he struggled to register the impact the birch was having on his bottom. Behind him, Wendy was smiling as she saw the red marks that were beginning to cover Peter’s already sore and swollen bottom. Mrs. Taylor paused for a few moments to inspect her work and to adjust her skirt, to look over at Jessica and then to allow Peter to settle in for the remainder of his punishment, before laying on her remaining strokes. Those final seven strokes being given slowly, and at full-force, across the lower part of Peter Mitchell’s muscular bottom. The collection of twigs leaving little red marks that covered both bum cheeks.

“Whip!”

“Whip!”

“Whip!”

“Whip!”

“Whip!”

“Whip!”

“Whip!”

Peter had started sniffing once again, but it had not been as severe as he had expected it to be. His bottom was so warm to the touch and had swollen in places, meaning that he could not really feel the pain that the birch was inflicting on his bottom. Jessica held his wrists tightly and continued to do so until Auntie Wendy walked across to her and held the birch twigs out to her.

The dark-haired French Mistress let go of Peter’s wrists and reached across taking the frightening-looking implement in her right hand. Like Wendy had done, Mrs. White swished the collection of birch twigs through the air several times as she walked over to where Mrs. Taylor had been standing a few moments before. Wendy Taylor replaced her older friend in front of Peter and took his wrists in her hands, holding onto them tightly as she looked over his head to her friend. Jessica continued to swish the birch for a few moments before she took up her position to the young man’s left-hand side, laying the birch across his bottom as she did so.

Just as Wendy had done, Mrs. White adjusted the sleeves on her dark-blue blouse with the tiny white spots before taking up her stance – left hand on her left hip, left foot in front of her right and the left knee slightly bent. Once she was happy, she licked her lips, took a deep breath and nodded before she landed her first stroke.

“Whip!”

Jessica hit as hard as Wendy Taylor had done but was determined to make this a memorable finale. She smiled as he hardly moved after her first swipe and moved the birch rods down slightly, touching the creases in between Peter’s sore buttocks and thighs. Jessica White smiled across at Mrs. Taylor before she laid out her remaining eight strokes rapidly, and extremely painfully, across the delicate creases in between the tops of his legs and lower bottom.

“Whip!”

“Whip!”

“Whip!”

“Whip!”

“Whip!”

“Whip!”

“Whip!”

“Whip!”

Peter Mitchell was crying once more, as the dark-haired French teacher administered her strokes quickly, not giving him much time at all between each one. Auntie Wendy smiled at her friend as she held the young man down into the table, impressed that the older woman was capable of punishing him so severely. It took him a few minutes to calm down and, when the ladies were satisfied, Mrs. Taylor released her hold on his wrists and walked over to the far side of her table and picked up her pack of antiseptic wipes. Jessica held onto the birch as her younger friend began removing a couple of wipes and cleaning the other implements.

“Tina. Come here and bend over the table next to Peter.” Mrs. White said as she looked at her niece, who was standing in the far corner of the living room, facing the wall with her hands on her head.

A minute later, the twenty-one-year-old with the long, dark blonde curly hair was bent over the table at Peter’s right-hand side, both of their sore and bruised bottoms on show. As they lay, looking down at the table in front of them, Jessica watched Wendy as the younger woman cleaned the implements with her antiseptic wipes. After a few minutes, Wendy was satisfied and once she had cleaned the last of her tools, she went into the kitchen to dispose of the used wipes. Upon her return, she picked up the pack of wipes and pulled out a couple with her right hand. The French Mistress smiled at her dark-haired friend as she stood behind Peter and began wiping the cool wipe over his hot and swollen bottom, making sure that she covered every part.

After a moment, Jessica picked up the pack of wipes from the table and took a couple before placing them back down on the table. She then stood behind her niece and began to carefully run the cool wipe over the young woman’s red bottom. Once satisfied, Wendy took the used wipes from her older friend and took them into the kitchen where she placed them in the bin. Upon her return, Mrs. Taylor picked up the tube of Aloe Vera gel from the table and flipped the cap open and squirted a good handful into the palm of her left hand. She held the tube out for Jessica White, who took it and did the same, before placing the tube on the table.

“Why don’t you soothe Peter and I’ll soothe this naughty young lady?” Wendy asked as she walked around to Tina’s right-hand side.

Jessica nodded and leaned in close, placing the cooling gel against Peter Mitchell’s burning right bum cheek.

“I think these two naughty ones have learned their lesson tonight, Auntie Wendy.” She smiled at Mrs. Taylor before turning her full concentration back to Peter’s bottom.

Wendy Taylor laughed at her dark-haired friend and began rubbing the cool gel over Tina Carlisle’s bruised and sore bottom. Over the next few minutes, both ladies rubbed the cool liquid over every inch of Peter and Tina’s sore bottoms and thighs, not saying a word as they did so. Mrs. White looked over at Wendy, whose fingers had wandered between Tina’s thighs and across the young woman’s pussy lips. Auntie Jessica smiled as she placed the fingers of her right hand on Peter’s cock, working her way over his balls, down the length of his bum crack until she reached his anus. She smiled as he began to moan quietly at the feeling of her fingers touching him.

“Mmmm!” Mrs. White purred as she saw how aroused the young man was.

Jessica White was turned on too.

The two French Mistresses continued soothing Peter and Tina and cleaning their red, sore and marked bottoms, until Jessica White had applied a couple of plasters to some small cuts that had appeared on Peter’s right buttock from his punishment. Eventually, he had calmed himself and their breathing had returned to normal and the two teachers picked up the rubbish from the table and walked into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with full glasses once more. They stood behind Peter and Tina, admiring their handiwork for a while, before Wendy spoke.

“Now, you naughty ones I hope that you’ve learned your lesson tonight and that you know what will happen in the future if you do such disgusting things.” Mrs. Taylor sipped at her wine.

“We do not like you doing things like that, but if you must, then you need either Auntie Jessica or my permission to do such things to one another. Am I making myself clear to you – Tina? Peter?” She continued.

He nodded and assumed that Tina did the same. Peter did not look across at her. His bottom was so painful and felt like it was on fire from his punishment.

“Yes. Auntie Wendy.” Tina Carlisle answered first in a murmur.

“Yes. Auntie Wendy.” Peter Mitchell replied a moment later.

Mrs. Taylor looked at Jessica White and smiled, each lady taking another sip of white wine.

“Very well. So, now we are going to allow you to go upstairs to the spare bedroom, where your clothes are Peter and you can give his cock a nice, long suck, Tina.” She laughed.

“I want you to suck him until he cums, and then you can swallow every last drop. Don’t you dare get any of his sticky mess on my sheets.” Wendy laughed loudly.

“And then, Peter. You can give Tina oral sex and we’ll be up to watch how you’re getting on once we’ve finished our wine.” Mrs. Taylor smiled.

Mrs. White nodded at her friend.

“Get yourselves up and get to the bedroom – Now!” Auntie Jessica raised her voice.

Slowly, Tina and Peter got up from the table and stared at one another, before turning around and staring at Wendy and Jessica, who were both standing there, angry expressions across their faces with their glasses of wine in their hands.

“Up those stairs and suck that cock, young lady!” Mrs. White hissed at her niece.

Within a few minutes, he was lying on his back on the double bed in Wendy’s spare bedroom. They lay next to one another for a few minutes, looking across at each other in silence. It was Tina Carlisle who made the first move. She leaned over and kissed Peter softly on the lips before smiling and moving around on the bed, until she was at the bottom of the bed.

“Open your legs.” She spoke softly and smiled as Peter immediately complied.

His cock was almost hard, and he closed his eyes as he felt Tina’s long, dark blonde curly hair brushing against his bare skin. The twenty-one-year-old quickly took the young man’s throbbing cock in her right hand and began stroking his balls with her left hand. She carefully began to move his cock backwards and forwards, not saying a word as she did so. Peter tried to lie still on the bed but the sensation of feeling the young woman’s long hair brushing against him made it difficult. As he lay there, enjoying the attention. Jessica’s niece began to lick the tip of his cock, teasing him expertly with her tongue.

As Tina slowly worked her way down Peter’s eight inches with her tongue, she tightened the grip she had on his balls with her left hand and he began to breathe heavier and heavier. As he thought to himself that he had got much further with the beautiful woman than he had when he had been in her bedroom, she slipped his cock inside her warm mouth, taking at least four inches of it before she began to work it backwards and forwards, moving her head as she did so.

As Peter began to gasp for breath, Tina Carlisle used her right hand to control his cock, using it to move it slowly backwards and forwards inside her warm mouth. He squirmed around on the bed, unintentionally thrusting with his hips, pushing more of his cock into her lovely mouth. Tina pulled back and removed her hand from his balls, placing it on his hips to hold him in position so that she could continue her work. Once she had settled, Tina resumed moving Peter’s cock backwards and forwards inside her mouth, taking more and more of his eight inches as she did so.

Peter could feel himself coming closer to climax and pushed down on the young woman’s bare shoulders as she continued working away on him. Tina pulled him out of her mouth and licked the tip of his cock, continuing all the way down the shaft and then back up its length. She tried to flick her long curly hair from her eyes and smiled at him. Jessica’s niece looked into his eyes before returning his throbbing cock to her warm mouth and continuing her work. A few moments later, Peter Mitchell came, squirting his hot, sticky load into her mouth and down her throat. This was followed very soon after by a second, then a third, spurt, which she took, swallowing the lot.

Tina Carlisle held the young man’s cock inside her mouth for a few minutes until they had both recovered. She then slowly took his cock out and gently licked every inch of it, careful to clean every part of it. Once satisfied, she let it go and moved around on the double bed until she was lying next to him once again. They smiled at one another and touched each other, as they lay there breathing heavily and not saying a word. After a few minutes, Peter got up and shuffled around on the bed until he was looking down upon Tina’s breasts and pussy. As he contemplated how he would start, Peter heard Auntie Jessica and Auntie Wendy in the hallway and then heard their footsteps climbing the stairs. He focused on his friend's pussy and leaned in.

He placed both hands on the twenty-one-year-old’s legs and gently pushed them wider apart, leaning in even closer as he did so. Just as he was about to start kissing and licking Tina’s stomach, Peter realised that Wendy and Jessica were standing in the room watching them. He looked across at them and was taken by surprise as they were wearing nothing but their blouses, which were fully undone, enabling him to see everything. He stared open-mouthed at them and momentarily forgot about Tina lying on the bed.

“Get on with it young man – give Tina a good licking out.” Auntie Wendy instructed sternly as she stood watching them with her arms folded across her chest.

Peter Mitchell turned his attention back to Jessica’s niece and began kissing her lower stomach, working his way down until he came to the neat little clump of pubic hair that sat above her pussy. The young man spent a few moments kissing and licking the young woman there, trying to ignore her squirming around on the bed. He used both hands to hold her legs apart so he could continue his task. He slowly worked his way further down, intent on kissing and touching his friend everywhere. As he could hear her breathing becoming heavier, Peter turned his attention to her pussy.

It was time.

Peter began letting her feel his warm breath against her skin, occasionally kissing just above her neat little bush of pubic hair. As she moved around, the twenty-year-old licked just above her pussy lips, trying to ignore the fact that he knew that Wendy and Jessica were standing across from him, watching. Peter Mitchell kissed around her pussy lips, using both hands to hold the young woman in place on the bed. When he had decided that the twenty-one-year-old was ready, Peter went for her clit, finding the hood and touching her with his tongue. He took his left hand from her right leg and placed it on her pussy lips, gently pushing them apart. He took a deep breath before letting his tongue flick against her clit, doing this for a moment before moving onto simply rubbing the tip of his tongue against it.

Tina Carlisle moaned at the sensation, so he decided to keep going with this, continuing for a minute or so. The young lady with the long, dark blonde curly hair, moaned loudly, holding onto the pillows to keep herself in position for him. Peter started to move his tongue inside the entrance to her pussy before going for it, diving right in with his tongue. Peter concentrated upon moving his tongue in and out before going back to her clit once more. As his tongue touched her clit, he used the fingers on his left hand to push inside her hot and very moist pussy. Tina was breathing heavily and moaning loudly, not caring that her Aunt and her friend were watching them.

As Peter worked away with his tongue, he took his right hand from Tina’s thigh and began stroking her silky smooth skin with his fingernails. The young woman screamed and began thrashing around on the bed as she became more and more aroused, not caring that they had an audience. In what seemed like no time at all, Tina came to orgasm loudly, shouting out with pleasure before collapsing back into the pillows and gasping for breath. He held his fingers inside her for a few moments before he had calmed down and he slowly stopped touching her, removing his fingers and moving back up on the bed until Peter lay on his back beside the beautiful woman.

Auntie Wendy and Auntie Jessica said nothing as they both stood there, watching Peter and Tina, with their arms folded across their chests. They gave them a few minutes to recover their breathing. He looked across at the twenty-one-year-old, her long hair all over the place and covering her face. Peter was just about to lean over and kiss her on the mouth when Wendy Taylor spoke.

“Right. You have both been naughty sluts in my bedroom and that is going to be a one-off.” She spoke quietly, licking her lips as she looked down on them.

“Tina. Get up and go downstairs into the dining room and get dressed.” She continued, focusing on Jessica’s niece.

Peter Mitchell sat up on the bed and looked at the two French Mistresses.

“Not you, young man. You are going to please Auntie Jessica and do whatever she asks you to do.” Mrs. Taylor looked at her friend who pushed her blouse open fully, allowing Peter to see her large breasts with their large, dark brown nipples that were erect.

Tina slowly sat up on the bed and got to her feet, not taking her eyes from Wendy and Jessica for a moment. She exhaled heavily before walking past the two older women, out of the room, along the landing and down the stairs, eventually finding herself alone in Mrs. Taylor’s living room.

Peter Mitchell was left alone with Wendy and Jessica, both women with their blouses undone, allowing the young man to see their breasts.

“Auntie Jessica.” Mrs. Taylor spoke softly as she looked across to her older, dark-haired friend.

As he lay back on the bed, Mrs. White walked across to the double bed and sat down at his right-hand side. As he lay there, head resting on the pillows, looking up at the ceiling, Jessica lay back and made herself comfortable before reaching across to Peter and took his semi-hard cock in her warm right hand. She smiled as she kissed him softly on the lips.

“Auntie Jessica. Use this naughty young man as you see fit.” Wendy smiled as she watched them.

Within a moment, Mrs. White had started to softly masturbate him in her right hand, moving his cock backwards and forwards. She continued to kiss his lips and smiled as he reached over and took her large breasts, with their dark nipples in both hands. Peter sat up and began kissing her large breasts with their erect nipples softly. As he did so, the French Mistress continued to wank him off, holding his cock tightly in her hand, moving it back and forwards faster and faster.

After a few moments, Peter Mitchell could feel himself coming close to climax and moved away.

“Auntie Jessica. I’m going to cum!” He raised his voice and watched as the French Mistress bowed her head towards his cock.

She continued working away at Peter until he gasped, squirting his load towards her. The dark-haired French Mistress had already opened her mouth and his hot, gloopy mess shot inside, followed by a few more spurts. Auntie Jessica took the whole lot and smiled as she swallowed. As Peter continued to touch her breasts, the mature French teacher licked his cock clean before allowing him to deal with her.

He shot Wendy a quick glance, but she simply nodded at him as he continued to touch and play with her friend’s large breasts. Peter nipped her large nipples in his fingers before she lay down on the bed. He leaned across and kissed her breasts, licking, kissing and sucking on them, smiling as his ex-French Mistress moaned with pleasure. The young man continued doing this for a while, enjoying feeling the woman’s erect nipples in his mouth, before he took his right hand and began touching her pussy. Mrs. White was wet and so obviously aroused, and Peter wasted no time in slipping the fingers on his right hand inside her. Peter held her tightly with his left arm, enjoying the feeling of her cotton blouse against his bare skin as he began to work away.

The young man with the shaven head pushed two fingers on his right hand deep inside Mrs. White’s pussy and moved them backwards and forwards slowly, then faster and faster, listening as Jessica White’s breathing became heavier and heavier. She squirmed around on the bed as his fingers touched her clit and he struggled to hold her down as she wriggled and moved as she became more and more turned on. Peter held his fingers against her clit and smiled at the dark-haired lady as she breathed heavier. She began moaning loudly as his fingers rubbed her clit and after a few moments her muscles tensed, and she came to a noisy orgasm before collapsing back into the pillows on the bed.

Peter repeated this procedure twice more, making the most of touching, licking, sucking and teasing Jessica White’s large, and well-formed breasts as he did so. Auntie Jessica collapsed into the bed and lay there, gasping for breath. Peter Mitchell lay next to her and buried his head in her cotton dark blue blouse with its small white spots, enjoying the strong scent of her perfume. After a few minutes, he looked across at Auntie Wendy, who stood there looking down on them, totally pissed off, her arms folded across her chest, breasts on show through her unbuttoned hot pink, long-sleeved satin blouse.

“Shall we leave Peter to recover, Jessica and go and have another glass of wine?” She asked quietly.

Mrs. White took a few moments and sat up on the bed and looked at her. The dark-haired mature woman looked down upon Peter before brushing her shoulder-length brown hair behind her ears and returning her glance to her younger friend.

“That sounds amazing.” She replied as she slowly got herself to her feet, adjusting her open blouse so that it covered her.

Auntie Wendy stared at Peter Mitchell lying on the bed.

“Get yourself to bed you naughty, naughty boy and woe betide you if I come and check on you and you’re not asleep. Am I making myself clear, Peter?” Wendy spoke sternly.

He nodded at her and lay down with the pillows behind his head.

“Yes. Auntie Wendy.” The young man replied, turning away and facing the wall.

The ladies eventually returned to the living room and from the bed, Peter could hear them chatting. After another half an hour or so, he heard them in the hallway downstairs and Wendy bid farewell to Tina and Jessica. She spent a while putting her implements away and tidying up before she turned off the lights and headed upstairs. Auntie Wendy replaced her things in the bathroom cabinet and brushed her teeth before heading to the spare bedroom where Peter Mitchell was lying under the duvet. The older woman closed the bedroom door behind her and spent a few moments removing her clothes which she simply threw onto the floor before slipping under the sheets and joining him in bed.

They lay in bed for a while before he began to feel Mrs. Taylor’s right hand touching his semi-hard cock. She said nothing as she slowly masturbated him until his cock was rock hard once more. The older woman then sat up and reached over, kissing the young man hard on the mouth, taking his hands and holding them around her small breasts. He playfully tweaked her erect nipples and sat up on the bed. Peter smiled as he kissed his French Mistress gently on her lips before pushing her softly down into the pillows. They continued to kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of her warm mouth, his fingers still touching her nipples as he did so.

Wendy shuffled around in the bed and opened her legs wide, reaching down for his cock, which she carefully took and manoeuvred to her wet pussy. Peter allowed her to take it and soon felt himself on top of her, rock hard cock inside her moist pussy. He began to push slowly inside, moving backwards and forwards, trying to touch every part that he could. Auntie Wendy began breathing heavily, holding him tightly as his cock touched her. As her breathing became heavier, and she began to gasp for breath, Peter Mitchell pushed his cock as far as it would go inside her, touching her clit and holding it against it, smiling as the mature woman screamed with pleasure.

Auntie Wendy tightened the grip she had on him, digging her fingernails into his back as she came closer to orgasm. Peter ignored the pain and continued to pound away as hard as he could until he felt Mrs. Taylor’s pelvic muscles tense, the older woman coming to climax a moment later. She collapsed back into her pillows and struggled to regather her breath, but Peter pushed on, thrusting away until he had delivered another two orgasms. By this time, the young man had shot his load inside Wendy and they collapsed into one another’s arms, not saying a word until they had returned their breathing to normal. They then kissed and touched one another until they dosed off into a deep and satisfied sleep.

The next morning, Wendy and Peter got up late, spending a while in bed cuddling and kissing each other some more. After breakfast, Peter had dressed and packed up his school uniform, before kissing Auntie Wendy goodbye. On his return home, he had found Tina’s phone number in his trouser pocket and he had smiled, wasting no time at all in texting her and asking how she was, thanking her for the blow job that previous evening.

That was the last time Peter visited Auntie Wendy and her friends. Although he thought many times about being spanked with the plimsoll by Rachel Lindley, Peter and Tina began seeing one another. Although initially unsure about taking on her two-year-old son, he soon decided that he wanted her so badly that it was a price worth paying. They had a good life, occasionally meeting those girls, such as Nicola and Kelly, from school and dealing with his continued issues. Spankings continued, and Peter found himself being draped over the knee of Nicola, Kelly, Tina and whoever else she managed to arrange.

Peter thoroughly enjoyed himself and eventually deleted Auntie Wendy’s contact details. Tina proved to be everything he ever wanted, and she seemed to know exactly how to keep him in line, administering bottom blistering spankings as and when required. Peter Mitchell satisfied Tina Carlisle and she satisfied him in every way imaginable, his bottom regularly feeling her displeasure and meaning that he found it difficult to sit down for a few days or so afterwards.