What Goes Around, Comes Around! Ms. Musgrave Gets Her Revenge Part Two free porn video

I moved my head to the right, just as Claire reached across and picked up her crook-handled cane in her small right hand. I quickly returned my face to my, by-now, sodden t-shirt. The young teacher laughed as she noticed this and swished her cane through the air several times behind me.

“Nearly there, naughty boy.” She said softly as she swished the cane once more.

Ms. Musgrave took a few deep breaths and resumed her position at my left-hand side, adjusting her glasses with her left hand as she watched me lying over the dining table.

“Now. We’re nearly there Andrew. Just two-dozen strokes with Ms. Musgrave’s school cane to show you the error of your ways.” She took hold of the cane in both hands and flexed it several times.

“You’ve done very well so far, and not caused much of a fuss. Just two dozen strokes of Claire’s cane and then she’ll probably forgive you.” The dark-haired woman continued.

“You’re getting twenty-four – and not twelve like I did from Annette..” She stopped.

“I mean, Mrs. Holligan, seen as I was totally innocent and you, well you, were the guilty one and I’ve had to wait all these years for justice.” She smiled as she contemplated the two-foot-long, crook-handled cane.

“Only fair that you get extra, isn’t it?” She laughed softly.

I remained silent, pushing my tear-stained face into my clothes on the table in front of me.

“Let’s see if I can cane you as severely as Jess would have, shall we?” Ms. Musgrave adjusted her stance and laid the dense, dragon cane across the fleshy centre of my bottom.

The Languages teacher began to tap the cane against my swollen bottom and continued doing this for what seemed like an age, talking to me as she did this.

“I bet you fantasized about being dragged to the Head Girl’s study and being dealt with by us ladies in our sexy school uniforms, didn’t you?” She spoke quietly, still tapping her cane against my bottom.

“Jessica always wanted to thrash your arse, but you always managed to avoid any serious trouble, more’s the pity.” She nodded.

“We used to have a list of those students in the Sixth Form who we wanted to punish just for the hell of it, and your name was on the list – I’m sure that it was Jessica who added it!”

“Or maybe it was Alicia, who would have tanned your arse with her wooden spanking paddle, who you would have preferred?” Claire licked her lips before flicking her hair from her face once more.

“Or perhaps you just wanted a good walloping from Miss Seagrave.” She tapped harder with her cane and I winced.

“That’s right, Pervert. I knew, as did all the girls, that you liked my Form Mistress and wanted to be spanked by her.” Claire Musgrave stopped tapping her cane against my already sore bottom.

“She used to spank really hard. So funny as you would have never thought that she was capable of it really. I mean, such a petite, quiet and sweet little thing, but, by God could she lay her hairbrush across an arse.”

“You should have just asked, or been rude to her, and I’m sure that she would have obliged, Andrew.” She added.

“Oh well, guess it’s just you and me and, unfortunately for you, my dear, you’re going to find out that I punish harder than anyone.”

“Plus, you’ll discover that I actually take a perverse pleasure in doing it, just like you found a perverse pleasure in being such a creepy little pervert at school and then getting me in trouble when I hadn’t done anything at all.” Claire continued.

The young woman resumed tapping her cane against my right buttock and adjusted her position once more, until she was satisfied. I closed my eyes and tried to prepare myself for the finale to my punishment. I heard the “swish!” As Ms. Musgrave sent her first stroke on its way towards my bottom.

It landed a moment later, against the fleshy centre of my right buttock with a loud, and painful, “Thwack!”

“Oh!”

I winced and cried and shouted into my sodden t-shirt as the pain burned into my bottom, struggling for all I was worth to stay in position.

Behind me, Claire Musgrave smiled and drew her crook-handled cane back once more. After a few moments, and when she was satisfied that I had settled, she sent her next stroke on its way.

“Swish!”

Followed a moment later by a painful “Thwack!”

“Ow!” I spat out the volume muffled by my clothes which I held across my face.

The slim, dark-haired woman, slowly administered her first half a dozen strokes, waiting for me to calm myself and lie flat over the table, before laying on her next stroke.

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

Once she had delivered those first six strokes, she stopped, leaned over and inspected my bottom as I cried and sobbed into my clothes on the table. The young teacher nodded as she noticed the six, neat thin red tram lines that her cane had left across my bottom, equally distributed into three on each bum cheek. After a few minutes rest, she re-took her position at my left-hand side and laid the cane against my left buttock. Out of my sight, Ms. Musgrave licked her lips before proceeding to administer those next six, full-force swipes with her dense cane.

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

Again, the experienced disciplinarian paused to give me a few minutes to recover my composure and also to give her the opportunity to inspect her handiwork. My buttocks now had twelve neat, thin red lines which stood out prominently, six on each swollen and sore buttock. Claire Musgrave ignored my cries and sobs and when ready, re-took her position at my left-hand side.

“Halfway there, Sweetie. You’ve done really well, so far.” She soothed, before laying the cane across my bottom once more before delivering her next set of strokes.

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

The dark-haired lady with the stylish round glasses paused once more and leaned over, this time running her left hand over my burning backside. She unintentionally gasped as she felt how much heat was emanating from my bottom. She giggled when I moaned with discomfort as she pushed her fingernails into the welts that had appeared from the caning. After a few minutes, Ms. Musgrave had stood up and adjusted her skirt and blouse, brushed her hair back, pushed her glasses to the top of her small nose and retaken her position at my left-hand side.

“Six of Ms Musgrave’s very, very best.” She hissed, waiting for me to lie still over the table.

Once satisfied, she wasted no time at all in whipping these final strokes out, deliberately landing each one across the creases in between the lower buttock and the tops of my thighs. Claire did this quickly, not allowing me any time to recover between each one and smiled as she watched me squirming and wriggling on the table as her dense cane bit deeply into my delicate skin.

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

Claire Musgrave held her cane against my right thigh for a few moments after she had administered her final stroke and watched me crying into my clothes on the table in front of me. Once she had lifted it away from my bottom, she smiled as she noticed the set of deep red lines that she had left across my buttocks and thighs. The twenty-nine-year-old woman reached over the table and placed her cane down next to her slipper and strap.

“All done and all forgiven, Andrew.” She spoke softly, listening to me gasping and sobbing into my clothes on the dining table.

“I’m glad that you agreed to accept a punishment from me instead of making me call your company and get you sacked. It was so much more satisfying – for me, anyway!” She laughed wickedly.

I did not move, trying desperately to stop my tears and return my breathing to some kind of normality. I tried to focus on doing this, rather than on the lovely feeling of Claire’s fingernails touching my burning bottom and thighs. It did not take her long to allow her hands to wander between my open legs, finding my semi-hard cock. She stroked it softly, not saying a word.

“Sssshhhhhh.” She began to soothe me, smiling as I began to bring my breathing back to normal.

“All done.” She soothed.

“All forgiven.” She whispered as her right hand stroked my balls.

“Sssshhhhh, Sweetie.”

“There, there!”

“Claire loves you really. She doesn’t enjoy having to smack naughty boys’ bottoms.” She giggled at this one.

She actually did enjoy spanking bottoms. Male or female. It did not matter to her one bit.

After about ten minutes, I had recovered and the sensation of feeling the young woman’s warm hands stroking and touching me between the legs had made my cock go rock hard once more. A fact not missed by Claire Musgrave.

“Wait here, lovely while Claire goes and gets something to clean you up. Don’t move from the table.” She whispered.

The dark-haired female teacher left the dining room and headed upstairs to her Grandmother’s bathroom, where she spent a few minutes looking at herself in the mirror. She was hot and flustered from her exertions, but also she was so aroused, and the sight of my large, erect cock was only making her even more turned on. It had been far too long since she had had sex and it would be a shame to let an opportunity like this go to waste. She lifted her short, pleated skirt and reached inside her silky white knickers with her right hand. She was extremely hot and wet down there and this made her mind up.

Claire opened the bathroom cabinet on the wall in front of her and picked out a pack of wipes, a tube of cream and a pack of plasters, before closing the door to the cabinet, turning and walking back downstairs and into the dining room, where I was still lying, face down over the dining table. My backside still felt like it was on fire. Although I heard her return, I decided not to turn and look at her, closing my eyes and exhaling deeply, thankful that my punishment was over.

“Miss is going to take care of you and clean you up, so just lie there for me and relax.” The slim young lady said softly.

I moved my head around and looked at her before turning back and replacing my face in my arms. Claire Musgrave smiled and walked over to the dining table where I was lying and placed her tube of cream and pack of plasters next to me. She opened the pack of wipes and removed a couple before closing the pack and placing them next to her other items. The next sensation I felt was the cool wipe being rubbed gently over my buttocks and thighs, Ms. Musgrave concentrating upon touching every inch of my sore and burning backside.

“There you go, Sweetie. Claire is going to take care of you.” She spoke softly as she continued to wipe my buttocks with the moist wipes.

“And then maybe you can make it up to Miss afterwards?” She added.

I heard her but had no idea how to react. I decided to simply moan with pleasure as the cool wipe touched my swollen, hot and bruised backside. After a few minutes, the dark-haired teacher was satisfied that I had been soothed sufficiently and placed the used wipes on the table and picked up her tube of cream, carefully opening it and squirting a handful into her left palm. She flipped the cap of the tube closed and returned it to the table before she began to slowly massage the cream into my bottom and thighs, not saying a word as she did so.

As I began to relax, I unintentionally opened my legs wider and Claire Musgrave noticed this, carefully slipping her right hand between my legs and touching the inside of my thighs. It did not take her long before she had moved her hand to my by now, fully erect cock and then onto my balls which she held softly in the palm of her hand. She continued to rub the cream into my sore bottom as she did this and then started to speak.

“I want to fuck you Andrew and I want to fuck you hard.” She purred.

Still, she continued stroking my sore bottom and my rock hard cock with her hands.

“I want to suck your cock dry and make you come all over me.” She whispered.

I shuffled around to look at her but didn’t say a word. I thought about what I should do, but it wasn’t a difficult choice. The slim, dark-haired woman was extremely attractive, and I wanted her badly. I just wanted to rip her blouse off and do her on the table right that moment.

“Once I’ve finished cleaning you up, Sweetie, I’m going to take you upstairs and then you can show me that you are truly sorry for getting me spanked all those years ago.” She smiled, stopping rubbing my bottom and letting my balls drop from her hand, reaching over once again to pick up the pack of plasters.

The young languages teacher removed a couple of plasters and carefully applied them to a couple of small cuts that had appeared on my bottom from my punishment. Once she was happy with her work, Claire Musgrave reached over and picked up the rubbish from the plasters and the used wipes and went into the kitchen, returning a few moments later with the top two buttons of her short-sleeved blouse undone. Her silky white bra was visible, and she reached over the table and began to stroke my shaven head softly.

“Up you get, lovely. Let’s go upstairs and you can show Claire that you are truly sorry for getting her in trouble, you bad boy!” She spoke quietly and watched as I awkwardly stood up, towering over her.

It took me a few moments to get up from the table but eventually, I stood there wanting desperately to rub my hot, sore and swollen backside. I resisted, forcing myself to hold my hands down at my sides as we continued looking at one another in silence. I wasn’t sure about what to do next. Claire was an attractive lady and I really did like her, but I was unsure whether or not this was another one of her little tricks. The dark-haired woman smiled and stood on her tiptoes and planted a gentle kiss on my lips.

“I want you to show me how sorry you really are, Andrew.” She whispered, before planting another kiss on my lips.

My cock was standing to attention, rock hard and Ms. Musgrave looked down and began stroking it gently with her right hand.

“Claire wants to give that a nice, long suck and swallow what you give her.” The young woman spoke quietly, kissing my lips once more.

“Then, she wants you inside her and you can show me how sorry you are for what you did in the past.” She purred, kissing me again.

My hands moved from my sides to Claire’s waist and I smiled as I felt the material of her short-sleeved white blouse. I gasped as I felt Ms. Musgrave’s fingernails softly moving backwards and forwards along my cock. She moved them from the shaft of my eight inches right to the tip and then back again.

“Come with me, naughty boy.” She said quietly as she stopped stroking me and took my right hand in her small left.

Claire Musgrave turned and led me out of the dining room, through the large living room, into the hallway and then up the stairs, until we came to the spare bedroom. The door was open, and she said nothing as she led me inside. I really wasn’t sure about what I should do as she let my hand go and walked behind me, closing the bedroom door. I really wanted her, but didn’t want to fall into her trap, if indeed, this was a trap.

I needn’t have worried. Claire Musgrave wanted sex. She was so aroused that she was going to fuck until she could fuck no more that Friday afternoon. She quickly made the few steps back over to me and resumed kissing me, this time, concentrating on my muscular chest.

“Claire. Are you sure about this?” I asked worriedly.

Ms. Musgrave moved away and smiled.

“I want you so much. I want to suck and fuck you and then I want you to make me cum as many times as you can.” She purred.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t prefer me in my school uniform – I’ve even got my Deputy Head Girl’s badge!” She continued, laughing as she looked across to the wardrobe, where the school uniform hung on the door.

I shook my head, my hands slowly running up and down Ms. Musgrave’s blouse and skirt.

“So, not that much of a pervert, then?” She laughed before brushing her dark hair against my bare chest.

We continued kissing each other for a few minutes before Claire pulled away and walked over to the dressing table across from the large, king-sized bed.

“On that bed, naughty boy!” She instructed in a stern tone of voice.

As I complied and lay on the right-hand side of the bed, the young teacher carefully removed the hair clip from the back of her head and shook her long, brown hair free, smiling as it covered her face. Claire placed the metal clip on the dressing table and removed her small, round glasses placing them next to it. She then turned and walked to the bed, smiling as she lay next to me, immediately leaning over and kissing me on the mouth. I opened my mouth and instantly felt Claire’s tongue reaching inside, moving around and exploring me.

We kissed and touched one another, Ms. Musgrave concentrating on my throbbing cock, which she slowly moved backwards and forwards in her small right hand. I squeezed her small breasts in my hands through her white blouse, pulling it out from her skirt and then trying to unbutton it. Claire Musgrave did nothing to stop me doing this and concentrated upon touching me with her tongue. Her warm hands continued working my cock. As we grew hotter and hotter, and became more and more aroused, the dark-haired woman stopped kissing me and sat up on the bed, still holding my cock in her hand.

She looked down at me and smiled before shuffling around on the bed. Once happy with her position, she leaned over and took the tip of my cock in her warm mouth, her long dark hair falling down over her face and brushing against my bare stomach. The sensation of feeling her hair touching me, as well as that of Claire’s tongue licking my cock was driving me crazy and I struggled to stop myself from wriggling and moving around on the bed. As she worked away on me I continued to play with her small breasts and tried to brush her long, silky dark hair from her face.

The twenty-nine-year-old woman allowed me to touch her breasts and do what I liked as she contemplated my eight-inch long cock. Once she had licked it, she took it from her mouth and stared at me. She smiled before lowering her head and returning it to her warm mouth. Claire Musgrave then began to work it backwards and forwards in her mouth. Slowly at first, but then increasing the intensity. The young woman tried to suck it long and hard which made me squirm on the bed, but she used her left hand to push me down into the bed and hold me as still as possible.

After a few minutes, I could feel myself coming close to climax and let Claire’s breasts go, lying flat on my back on the bed. As Claire Musgrave’s long hair brushed against my skin, I closed my eyes and tried to relax as her tongue did it’s magic on me. The young woman used her left hand to hold my cock in place as she sucked and licked, varying her pace as my breathing became heavier. Moments later, I felt that I was going to cum and moved my head from the pillows, looking at her working away on me.

“Claire!” I gasped.

She continued sucking and masturbating me with her left hand.

“Claire, I’m going to cum!” I gasped, worried about what to do.

I was really unsure whether she would let me shoot in her mouth but needn’t have worried as I came, shooting a large first spurt into her warm mouth. This was shortly followed by a second, then a third squirt, which the young teacher gratefully accepted. She held her mouth to my cock and swallowed the lot, sitting up on the bed with her head perfectly still. After a few moments, she began to clean my cock, pulling it out of her mouth before licking every part of my cock until she had cleaned up every last drop.

I had collapsed into the pillows on the bed and, once she had finished her work, Claire Musgrave moved around until she was lying on her back next to me. We looked at one another and smiled, touching each other as we gasped and tried to return our breathing to normal. As we calmed ourselves, our hands wandered further. I reached under Claire’s short, pleated skirt which had risen up, revealing her bare legs. I playfully rubbed her crotch with the fingers on my left hand over her silky white knickers and smiled as she began moving around on her side of the bed.

The more Claire Musgrave felt my fingers touching her, the more she grew increasingly hot and aroused, eventually sitting up on the bed and frantically removing her clothes. First, she undid the remaining few buttons on her white blouse and slipped her arms out of it, trying to ignore my constant attempts to kiss her as she threw the expensive-looking garment on the floor. Next, She reached behind her back and unfastened her silky white bra, once again, slipping her arms out of it before dropping it on the floor. As I pawed at her silky skin, the young woman playfully resisted me, once again, reaching behind her slim waist and struggling with the zip on her skirt.

Soon, she had slipped this off, and it joined the blouse and bra on the bedroom floor. She leaned over and kissed me hard on the mouth before returning her full attention to her silky white knickers, which she slipped down and over her feet, kicking them onto the floor. As she sat on the bed, I looked over at her. She truly was a beautiful lady. Her dark hair covered her face, her breasts were small, but were perfectly formed and stood out prominently. She had small, light brown nipples which were erect. Claire Musgrave had powerful thighs and her legs were shapely. As she lay back on the bed and reached over to me, I glimpsed her pussy. It was topped with a neatly cropped clump of black pubic hair and my cock began to swell once more.

We lay in one another’s arms and kissed, unsure what to do next. I wanted to slip myself straight inside the slim young woman, but it was Claire who took control.

She placed my right hand on her right breast and smiled as my fingers immediately went for her small, light brown nipple, which I began to rub softly.

“Now, you need to show Ms. Musgrave how sorry you really are for getting her arse smacked.” She whispered, touching my cock with her fingernails as she spoke.

“I want you to suck my tits, Andrew. Suck and bite them.” She purred as I continued touching her nipples.

Within seconds, Claire was lying with her head on the pillows with me leaning over her. I moved my head in close and took her right breast in my left hand. I squeezed it gently in my large hand, which probably could have taken both of her small breasts at once, before looking into her eyes. Claire Musgrave closed her eyes and smiled as I lowered my head towards her and slowly touched her erect nipple with the tip of my tongue. I tried to ignore the sensation of having the woman’s small hand clasping my cock. She squeezed it harder as she became more turned on. I worked around her small nipple in a circle, before repeating the process on her other breast.

The twenty-nine-year-old teacher began breathing heavily and squirming on the bed as she felt her juices flowing. Claire was becoming hotter and hotter and I used my free hand to gently keep her flat on the bed in front of me. After a few minutes, I took the small, brown nipple on her right breast in my mouth and sucked softly on it, smiling as Claire Musgrave gasped, her breathing becoming more and more frantic. Next, I carefully bit on her erect nipple, the pain in my cock growing as the grip she had on my throbbing cock became more vice-like the more she became aroused.

After repeating this process on her left breast, the dark-haired woman let go of my cock and shuffled around on the bed, instantly opening her legs wide.

“Fuck me!” She exclaimed.

I stopped sucking and licking her small breast and carefully took it from my mouth, looking down on her as she lay there, gasping and breathing heavily.

“Fuck me hard!”

“Oh please – fuck me hard!” She demanded.

I brushed her long hair from her face and moved around until I was between her legs and carefully climbed on top, kissing her softly on the lips, slipping my tongue inside her mouth. Ms. Musgrave was so turned on that she accidentally bit my tongue and I winced and pulled back for a moment. The dark-haired teacher squirmed around on the bed as she became hotter and hotter and felt for my cock. I looked into her eyes and said nothing as I slipped myself inside her hot, moist and inviting pussy.

Claire exhaled heavily and pushed herself back into the pillows on the bed. I spent a few moments just feeling her hot and wet pussy touching my cock before deciding to give Claire Musgrave what she had asked for. I have no idea why I did what I did next. I looked over at her old Hillheads School uniform hanging on the coat hangers on the wardrobe door and began to imagine dark-haired Claire wearing it as I fucked her. After a few moments of looking down on her lying there on the bed, her eyes closed, breathing heavily, I shook this thought from my head and pushed gently, my cock sliding with ease further inside her inviting pussy.

Ms. Musgrave moaned with pleasure and I said nothing as I began to push myself backwards and forwards, slowly touching her deeper and deeper. Claire’s breathing began to get heavier and heavier and she struggled to stay still on the bed. I reached over and put both arms around her and held her, all the time working away inside her. Quickly, I found her clit and she screamed as my cock rubbed against it. I continued to thrust slowly, but kept hitting the same area, conscious that I was close to shooting my load for a second time that day.

Within minutes, Ms. Musgrave came to a noisy orgasm, her pelvic muscles tensing and then letting go as she came. The dark-haired woman announcing this to the world with a loud scream. She shot up on the bed and kissed me hard on the mouth as my cock remained inside her wet pussy. I kissed her for a while until I playfully pushed her back onto her back on the bed and resumed fucking her, this time doing it faster and faster, bringing her to orgasm in what seemed like no time at all. Again, she screamed and shot up on the bed, this time muffling her orgasmic scream by biting into my chest to silence the noise.

I winced in pain as Claire’s teeth bit down on my skin, breathing loudly as her teeth released their grip on me. As the young lady, with the by now, matted long dark hair, sunk back into the bed, I pushed my cock in as far as it would go and gave a dozen slow and hard thrusts, bringing the Languages teacher to a third orgasm. Shortly afterwards, I felt myself shudder as my spunk shot up my cock and exploded inside the young woman lying beneath me. I gasped with pleasure and held Claire even tighter in my arms as we both enjoyed the feeling.

A few moments later, I took my arms from around the twenty-nine-year-old and slipped my now exhausted cock out of her pussy. I smiled at her and kissed her softly on the lips before carefully rolling back onto my side of the double bed. We looked lovingly at one another and kissed, my hands still reaching out for her small breasts and hers stroking my chest.

We stayed in bed for what seemed like an age, touching, kissing, teasing one another before finally deciding to get up. Claire disappeared into the bathroom, returning a short while later wearing a silky bathrobe. She leaned over the bed, looking at me lovingly, before kissing me full on the mouth, her tongue slipping into my mouth and she held it there for a few moments. I placed my hands around her small breasts through the silky robe and smiled as she struggled to shake her long hair from her face.

It was late evening by the time I left Claire Musgrave. We had eventually made it down to the living room and chatted over coffee. Despite my need to get home, I did not want to leave her, and I found myself spending an age kissing and touching her in each of the downstairs rooms. Eventually, I had managed to get dressed and pack up all of my tools, which I had taken out to my van before walking back to Ms. Musgrave, who stood looking at me from the front door. She stood there, leaning against the doorway in her silky bathrobe, a satisfied little smile across her beautiful face.

Four months later, I found myself re-wiring Claire’s own impressive home and we picked up where we had left off. I enjoyed being with her and the sex was amazing. She had continued to “threaten” me with a spanking, or with having sex with her whilst she was dressed in her old school uniform, but neither of these happened although I reckon that it would have just taken me to ask her and she would have obliged in an instant. Instead, we fucked, touched and sucked at every opportunity. I found that all Claire Musgrave had to do was text or call, and I came running. We happily pleasured one another and started out on an amazing relationship Ms. Musgrave not worried that despite having a high-flying career that she was going out with a “sparky” like me.

She never did make that phone call to my bosses to say that I had groped and touched her – I mean, you never complain about something that you have really enjoyed, do you?