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Claire Musgrave looked herself up and down in the full-length mirror in her bedroom. She smiled as she turned and looked at how the outfit still fit her almost perfectly, despite it having been nearly eleven years since she had last worn it. The young languages teacher ran her hands slowly down the length of the light-blue, short-sleeved cotton blouse, continuing all the way down until she reached the hem of her knee-length grey skirt.

“I can’t believe it still fits me!” She laughed as she looked at the two young women, who were sat on her double bed, drinking wine, watching her.

The two young ladies on Claire’s bed laughed as they watched their friend as she continued to contemplate her old school uniform.

“Maybe a little tight around the boobs and the bum,” Claire Musgrave laughed as she felt her small breasts through the blouse and then her small bottom through the grey skirt.

“But Andrew is going to get such a treat when he gets here tonight, ladies,” she announced loudly, taking her glass of white wine from the dressing table and taking a mouthful.

On Claire’s double bed, her old school friends and school prefects, Jessica Weaver and Alicia Thorressen joined in the laughter. They, too, were dressed in Hillheads School uniforms, which, like Claire’s, were tight in places. They had jumped at the opportunity of joining their friend in dealing with Andrew Halliday, a boy at school who had avoided being punished by them but who was also Claire’s current boyfriend.

“Can’t believe he likes being spanked, Claire. Or that you asked us to come and give him a good hiding,” Jessica spoke thoughtfully.

Alicia nodded at her blonde-haired friend.

“If only we had known that he enjoyed being spanked. We would have had him in your study every other day, Jess!” She laughed loudly as she gestured with her half-full wine glass at Jessica.

The three old school friends continued chatting in Claire’s bedroom until they heard the front door being opened downstairs. Andrew was home. They listened in silence as they heard him messing about in the hallway, taking off his jacket, placing his bag out of the way, throwing his keys into the bowl on the cabinet.

“Claire?” The voice called from the bottom of the stairs.

In the bedroom, Ms. Musgrave tried to keep her laugh quiet as she placed her wine glass on the dressing table and took her light grey school blazer from the back of the chair that was pushed under the table. She quickly slipped this on and pulled it around herself, resisting the urge to try and fasten the buttons. There would be no way that she could manage that after eleven years! Once satisfied that her appearance was as perfect as possible, she blew a kiss at Jessica and Alicia and walked out of her bedroom, along the landing and stood at the top of the stairs. Andrew Halliday noticed what she was wearing immediately and initially looked confused. The expression on his face soon changed to one of arousal.

“What the…?” He asked quietly as he stared at Claire, standing there in full Hillheads school uniform.

The twenty-nine-year-old teacher smiled at him sweetly and paused, pushing her small round glasses to the top of her small nose with the index finger on her left hand before she slowly descended the stairs, not taking her eyes from her tall boyfriend.

“What do you think, Sweetie?” Claire purred as she reached the bottom of the stairs and looked up into his eyes.

Andrew Halliday swallowed hard and smiled, bending down slightly and gently kissing Claire on her pale, pink lips.

“You look amazing. But why?” He asked, a hint of shock and surprise in his tone of voice.

She smiled back and ran her hands down his chest until she reached his jeans, placing her small hands on his crotch, smiling as she felt his growing cock, straining under the material.

“Well, I thought seen as you enjoyed being spanked so much a little while ago, that we could perhaps try that again.” She reached up on her tiptoes and kissed Andrew softly on his lips.

“Can we just have sex with you dressed like that, Miss?” Andrew asked, looking away from his girlfriend as he noticed the two ladies standing at the top of the stairs out of the corner of his eye.

Ms. Musgrave realised that her boyfriend had noticed Alicia and Jessica standing at the top of the stairs and pulled away from him, smiling as she ironed the creases from her grey blazer and skirt.

“No, Sweetie. Tonight we’re going to deal with everyone’s fantasies,” she spoke quietly, before leaning in once again and kissing her boyfriend on the lips.

“What?” Andrew replied, totally confused.

Ms. Musgrave laughed as her friends walked down the stairs, wearing identical school uniforms.

“Well, you wanted to be spanked by Jessica and her Prefect team, and we all wanted to spank you,” Claire continued quietly.

“I wanted to feel their boobs,” Andrew interrupted in a panic.

“Well, I’m sure that you’ll get to do that, Honey, but first, we’re going to spank your bottom as that’s what Jessica and the girls wanted to do to you at school.”

She reached up again on tiptoes and kissed her boyfriend softly on the lips.

“But you always managed to escape being sent to our common room.” She smiled as she kissed Andrew once more.

“But,” the tall electrician said, a confused look across his face.

Claire Musgrave placed the index finger on her right hand on his lips to signal that he needed to stop talking. By this time, Jessica and Alicia were standing behind her, watching.

“Just a shame that Olivia couldn’t join us tonight seen as you liked her best – and her large breasts.” Claire smiled angelically, kissing Andrew’s lips again.

“I doubt she could fit into her school blouse, Claire, seen as those large breasts will have been sure to have grown a bit more since we were in year thirteen,” Alicia added.

All three ladies laughed.

With that, Claire took his right arm and led him gently into the large living room, Alicia and Jessica following them. Andrew did not protest or struggle against his diminutive girlfriend, but she noticed the sheer look of terror on his face when he noticed the implements laid out neatly on the coffee table in the middle of the room.

“That’s right, Sweetie. Just like school where each Prefect had her own preferred implement and her own, individual cane with which to spank bottoms, we thought we would do exactly the same tonight with you.” She smiled and looked up at her tall boyfriend, squeezing his arm affectionately as she did so.

“So, what were your favourites, ladies? Just to remind him?” She looked across at Alicia and Jessica.

Alicia Thorressen licked her lips and flicked her shoulder-length brown hair back behind her ears before adjusting her light grey blazer.

“Plimsoll and cane – definitely!” She announced cheerfully.

Jessica Weaver smiled at Andrew as she walked across the living room and bent down to study the implements on the coffee table. She picked up the small, round-headed, tan-coloured paddle in her left hand and tapped it against the palm of her right hand as she stood up.

“This is my little favourite,” she said, taking a deep breath which pushed her large, well-formed breasts against her blouse, whose buttons seemed to strain to contain them from bursting free.

“Or the wooden paddle that Miss Ellis gave me as a gift for being Head Girl,” she continued, tapping the small leather paddle against the palm of her hand.

Claire Musgrave smiled at Andrew and reached down with both hands, immediately finding his leather belt around his jeans. She said nothing as she unfastened this and unbuttoned his jeans, smiling as she pushed them down, ensuring that they fell all the way down to his ankles.

“Get your clothes off, naughty, and we’ll get this over and done with.” She stepped away and nodded at her boyfriend.

“Claire,” Andrew Halliday said almost pleadingly.

Ms. Musgrave smiled sweetly at her extremely tall boyfriend and pushed her small round glasses up to the top of her nose. She ran her right hand through her dark hair and looked across at Alicia and Jessica.

“Don’t mess me about, young man. Everything off without a fuss or, if we have to strip you, then your punishment will be a lot, lot worse.” She smiled angelically once again and stood close to him, her school blazer touching his t-shirt.

“If we have to strip you, Andrew, then we’ll just cane you from cold and I don’t think you’ll enjoy that,” she purred as her right hand touched his cock and balls through his boxer shorts.

Andrew gasped and looked at Alicia and Jessica for help.

It was not forthcoming. In fact, they both looked thoroughly pissed off, Jessica tapping her small leather paddle even more noisily against the palm of her right hand.

“And there will not be any “soothing” afterwards, Andrew. Just sent to bed without supper – separate beds – Andrew,” Claire said almost in a whisper.

She smiled sweetly at him and stepped away until she was standing next to the much taller Alicia and much heavier-built Jessica.

“You’ve been asking for this for years, young man, and now it is going to happen, so let’s get on with it, shall we and see if we can all enjoy it?” Jessica smiled as she took hold of Claire’s right hand in her left.

“Soothing?” Andrew asked.

Jessica Weaver nodded and smiled, squeezing Claire’s hand even harder.

“Soothing, Andrew. Nice cooling cream on your bottom, a cuddle, maybe a kiss, maybe touching and teasing, maybe a hand job, or a blow job.” She spoke seductively and licked her lips.

“If Claire feels that you deserve that, of course.” She looked over at her dark-haired friend next to her.

“Maybe she’ll allow you to take my blouse and bra off and then lick and suck on my lovely tits.” Jessica looked at Claire once more, deliberately pushing her large breasts out as she took a deep breath.

Claire Musgrave laughed nervously.

“So let’s have all your clothes off and see how we get on, shall we?” Alicia Thorressen added.

He stood there for a few moments before looking again at the implements laid out on the coffee table. Andrew bent down and picked up his jeans, holding them up and carefully and slowly turning and walking across the room where one of the leather armchairs was and reluctantly began to undress. As her boyfriend carried out her instructions, Claire Musgrave walked over to the dining room and picked up one of her high-backed, leather padded dining chairs and carried it into a space in the living room where she placed it down. Next, she removed her grey school blazer and placed it over the arm of her other leather armchair and ironed the creases from her light-blue, short-sleeved school blouse and grey knee-length school skirt.

As Andrew Halliday undressed, Alicia and Jessica followed Claire’s lead and took their grey school blazers off, placing them over the arm of Ms. Musgrave’s sofa, before they adjusted their skirts and blouses, not taking their eyes from Claire’s boyfriend as he continued to undress in the opposite corner of the living room.

A few moments later, Andrew stood there, absolutely naked, facing away from the three women who were standing there watching him. He covered his large, fully erect cock with his hands and closed his eyes. He really could not believe that Claire had done this to him. Being spanked by her alone had been bad enough, but now, here he was, going to face the displeasure of two of her old school friends. Added to that, Jessica and Alicia both knew about what he had thought of them whilst they were at school, and he was sure to suffer for that.

“Aw, look at him, ladies. He’s being all shy,” Claire Musgrave whispered and then laughed.

Claire stood there, hands on hips, smiling at her friends.

“Why don’t you, Jess, sit on the chair and you can have first crack at my naughty, naughty boyfriend?” Ms. Musgrave said softly.

As Andrew Halliday stood there with his back to the three ladies, Jessica Weaver smiled and took the few steps across to the padded leather chair that Claire had placed in the space in her living room. The well-built, blonde-haired woman sat down carefully before she ironed the creases from her short grey school skirt which had risen up, revealing her large, powerful thighs. The twenty-nine-year-old then adjusted her short-sleeved, light blue blouse and brushed her long blonde hair behind her ears. Once satisfied, she rubbed both palms of her hands together. It had been a long time since she had actually had anyone over her lap for a hand spanking and she was determined to find out if she still had the ability to reduce someone to tears with her large, heavy right hand.

“Right, you dirty little pervert, get yourself over here and lie over Miss Weaver’s knees – hands flat on the floor, legs slightly apart and toes touching the floor behind you. Hurry up, pervert!” Claire Musgrave smiled at her friends as she tried to get into role.

The extremely tall man with the shaven head turned and calmly walked across to where Jessica was sitting on the chair. He tried to ignore the thoroughly pissed-off look that she had on her face and meekly eased himself over her large lap, doing exactly as he had been instructed by his girlfriend. As he lay there, looking down at the carpeted floor in front of him, Jessica placed her large left hand flat on his lower back and began rubbing her right hand softly over his bare bottom and in between his legs that were slightly open.

“Don’t you dare spunk on me, you naughty boy!” She hissed, looking across at her friends as she did so.

All three of them laughed.

“Why don’t you sit on the chair, here, Alicia, and we can get a good view of Miss Weaver in action?” Ms. Musgrave walked over to the armchair and sat on the arm.

Alicia Thorressen smiled at her shorter friend and ran her right hand through her shoulder-length dark hair, ensuring that it was neatly brushed back behind her small ears. She sat down next to Claire and watched as Jessica Weaver continued to rub Andrew’s bottom with her hand.

“He’s gone rock hard, Claire. Does he get like that for you when he knows he’s going to get his arse smacked?” Jessica asked loudly, squeezing Andrew’s fully erect cock with her right hand as she did so.

The tall electrician groaned as the pain registered.

“He does. And I can’t say that he hasn’t had a little dribble of pre-cum on my skirt, or on my legs, but it’s kind of sweet that he enjoys being spanked,” Claire spoke softly before licking her lips.

“I don…” Andrew protested.

“Slap!”

Out of nowhere, and without warning, Jessica brought her large right hand down, flat against the centre of the young man’s bottom. The sound it made echoed around the living room, into the dining room and out into the kitchen.

“Ow!”

“Didn’t tell you to speak, did I, young man?” Miss Weaver snapped.

Andrew Halliday winced and simply shook his head. This spanking was going to seriously hurt and was going to be a proper spanking for what he had done to the girls at Hillheads School all those years ago.

“So annoyed that I didn’t get the chance to spank this one whilst I was Head Girl,” Miss Weaver added.

“I’d have beaten him so hard that he wouldn’t have sat down for a week and certainly wouldn’t think about having sex with us or touching me up.” She replaced her right hand on his stinging bottom.

“Why don’t you show us, Head Girl, how to spank a bottom?” Claire Musgrave added.

Jessica Weaver licked her lips and shuffled around on the padded seat until she was comfortable with Andrew’s weight draped over her knees. His still hard cock was resting on her grey skirt that had risen up, revealing her bare legs.

“Very well. I’ll give him a thorough bottom warming and then let you two have a go.” She smiled as she raised her right hand in the air.

“Filthy pervert, thinking about my breasts all the time,” the blonde-haired woman added before bringing her hand down hard against the muscular centre of the man’s bare bottom.

“Slap!”

“Ow!” Andrew winced as the pain registered.

“Oh, you’ve felt nothing yet, you, dirty, dirty, boy, so just settle in because you’re going to be over Miss Weaver’s knees for a while. Just settle in and take it.”

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

The twenty-nine-year-old woman laid out half a dozen slow and full-force slaps across the fleshy centre of Andrew Halliday’s bottom, the noise each smack making as it connected echoing around the room. The tall man continued to wriggle and squirm as the sheer pain hit home. Claire Musgrave had spanked hard, but this was like being hit with an iron bar. Miss Weaver certainly could lay on a spanking, and the tears had already started to form in his eyes.

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

The powerfully-built woman continued to bring her large and heavy right hand down across the muscular bottom in front of her, smiling as she watched Andrew’s reaction. His bottom had quickly changed from a shade of pale pink to a much darker one. As she continued to spank him, slow and hard, she smiled as she felt the heat in his bottom and also between his cock and her lap. Jessica was wet between her legs too and smiled at her friends. It was nice to know, even though it had been years since she had spanked anyone, that she still got aroused from doing it.

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

“Filthy little pervert!” She snapped as she laid out another dozen or more slaps to Andrew Halliday’s bare bottom.

Miss Weaver continued to spank the well-built man’s bare bottom for another fifteen minutes or so. As she rediscovered her spanking technique and grew into the punishment, Jessica varied her hand spanking – spanking slow and hard, then unleashing a frantic, rapid-fire spanking, then targeting Andrew’s thighs and down the backs of his legs, before resuming the slow, full-force spanking which covered almost every inch of Claire’s boyfriend’s increasingly red, sore and hot bottom. Once she was satisfied and hot from her exertions, Jessica Weaver paused and placed both hands flat on Andrew’s back. She smiled across to her friends as she listened to him crying and sobbing as he lay over her knees.

“Still got it, ladies!” She announced proudly.

“Why don’t you come and give this bottom a nice, long, hard smack, Alicia?” Jessica smiled as she sat back on the high-backed padded chair.

Alicia Thorressen smiled back and carefully got up from the armchair, ironing the creases from her short-sleeved light blue blouse and adjusting her tight, knee-length grey school skirt.

Jessica Weaver tapped Andrew on his bottom gently with her right hand.

“Up!” She snapped, smiling at her friends as the twenty-nine-year-old slowly struggled to his feet.

Andrew Halliday stood there facing Jessica, who got to her feet and adjusted her skirt. She licked her lips as she grabbed his cock that was standing out proudly in front of him, before looking at the small, dark damp patch that had appeared on her grey skirt.

“You’re really going to pay for dribbling on my skirt, you naughty, naughty boy. I can assure you of that,” she said in a whisper before letting his cock go and walking over to the armchair where Claire was sitting on the arm.

A few moments later, Andrew was back in position, bent over, hands flat on the floor before him and his legs slightly open as he lay over the knee of dark-haired Alicia Thorressen. The young woman had said nothing as she had reached under him and touched his wet cock, moving it around with her right hand until she had it in a comfortable position, touching her covered inner left thigh. She had felt his pre-cum on her fingers and had made a show of licking them clean in front of Claire and Jessica.

“Such a naughty boy!” Alicia laughed before placing her large and extremely heavy hand on Andrew’s warm bottom.

Miss Thorressen spent a few minutes adjusting her blouse and moving around on the padded chair until she was comfortable with the heavy young man over her lap. Once she had brushed her shoulder-length brown hair behind both ears and took a few deep breaths, Alicia went to work and resumed Andrew Halliday’s punishment.

“Now, you pervert. I want you to concentrate while I smack your bottom because once I’m finished with you, I’m going to ask you who spanks harder – Head Girl or myself – and we want an honest answer. Do you understand me?” She asked in her posh voice.

Andrew simply nodded his head and closed his eyes, knowing that the punishment was going to hurt.

“Slap!”

Miss Thorressen brought her heavy right hand down across the man’s lower right bum cheek.

As the pain registered, Claire’s boyfriend wriggled to try and escape further punishment.

“No you don’t, you little pervert. Miss Alicia is nowhere near finished with you!” She scolded in her sexy, posh voice.

The twenty-eight-year-old primary school Mistress slipped her left arm around Andrew’s waist and pulled him into her blouse and skirt, which had risen up, revealing her bare legs. She held him as tightly as she could and looked across at her friends, who were watching her intently.

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

The lady with the shoulder-length dark hair said very little as she focused upon administering a bottom-blistering hand spanking, just as her friend had done. She spanked slow and extremely hard, concentrating upon the lower part of Andrew’s bottom, holding him tightly as she repeatedly slapped the creases in between the man’s lower buttocks and thighs. Alicia ignored Claire’s boyfriend’s cries and pleas for her to stop. These just made her spank him harder, smiling as she noticed the neat set of hand prints she was leaving on his skin.

After about fifteen minutes, Miss Thorressen stopped and removed her left arm from around Andrew’s waist, placing both of her hands flat on his back. The young primary school Mistress sat with Claire’s boyfriend lying over her knees, looking over at her friends who were sat on the armchair, all three of them listening to the man sobbing and sniffing, his bottom on fire. Eventually, it was Jessica who broke the silence.

She had got up from the armchair and stood on the opposite side of the coffee table, across from where Alicia had Andrew Halliday over her lap.

“So then, naughty. Who smacks harder – Alicia or me?” She asked sternly.

Andrew Halliday said nothing, instead continuing to sniff and sob, his bottom burning hot from the hand spanking from both ladies.

After a minute, Jessica had lost her patience and reached down, picking up the ebony-backed clothes brush in her right hand and moving around to where Andrew was lying over her friend’s lap.

“You – Jessica – I mean, Head Girl, Miss Weaver!” He spat out in a panic, fearing a beating with the nasty little brush.

“Ha-ha!” She laughed as she tapped the small clothes brush against the palm of her right hand.

“Glad to hear it, Andrew. But we’re far from finished with you yet,” she added icily.

“Get up – and do not rub your bottom!” Alicia instructed.

A few moments later, Andrew Halliday was standing up, forcing himself to hold his hands down by his sides, resisting the overwhelming urge to rub his hot and sore bottom. Alicia and Jessica certainly hand spanked hard and the twenty-nine-year-old knew that worse was to come. Alicia Thorressen brushed her short brown hair behind her ears before slowly getting to her feet, not taking her eyes from Claire’s boyfriend as she did so. Ms. Musgrave got up from the arm of the armchair and replaced her taller friend on the dining room chair and smiled. Claire took care to iron the creases from her grey school skirt, which had risen up and revealed her bare legs.

The lady with the long dark hair moved on to adjusting her short-sleeved, light blue blouse, not noticing that Alicia was masturbating Andrew as he stood there awaiting the next part of his punishment. Jessica offered the small brush to her friend and Ms. Musgrave reached across and took the small, ebony-backed clothes brush in her left hand. She then returned her attention to Alicia, who said nothing, instead concentrating on slowly moving Andrew’s fully erect cock backwards and forwards in her large right hand. The young lady with the shoulder-length brown hair licked her lips as she heard the tall man beginning to breathe heavily, before allowing his cock to drop from her grasp.

“Maybe later, you bad, bad boy!” She whispered and smiled angelically.

Alicia Thorressen walked away and Jessica and herself sat down on the armchair across from where Claire was seated on the high-backed chair.

“Over you go, young man. You know how displeased we are with you so please don’t make a fuss about this,” Claire Musgrave instructed sternly as she stared up at her boyfriend, who was towering over her.

Moments later, Andrew Halliday was lying across Claire’s bare knees, his hands resting flat on the floor before him and his toes touching the ground behind him. His diminutive girlfriend wasted little time in laying her wooden brush across the fleshy centre of his bottom, gently tapping her brush against his skin as she prepared herself.

“Not a word, sweetie, or there will be no soothing afterwards – just separate beds and no supper tonight for you,” Ms. Musgrave spoke softly.

“Be a good boy and take your punishment with no fuss as you know that this is so overdue and you’ve wanted it for years now, so just lie there and take it.” She raised the brush in her right hand and looked across at her friends, who were watching, transfixed.

“And we know that good boys then get a reward for being a good boy, so Alicia and Jessica may be nice enough to touch and suck you and allow you to suck and touch them,” Claire laughed loudly.

“Thud!”

Claire Musgrave gave no warning as she brought her small clothes brush down at full-force across Andrew’s right buttock.

He wriggled and squirmed, but Claire used her left arm to push him down into her knees and held him there.

“You deserve every single smack, naughty,” she hissed, raising the brush in her right hand once more.

“Thud!”

“You just lie there and take what Miss is going to give you.”

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

Ms. Musgrave slowly and deliberately laid half a dozen painful swipes across her boyfriend’s red and sore bottom.

“Do you think I actually enjoy doing this, Andrew?”

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

The dark-haired teacher did not wait for a reply before laying out another half dozen smacks with her nasty little brush.

“Because I really, actually do enjoy spanking your bottom,” she laughed, looking over at her friends, who joined in the laughter.

The dark-haired woman slipped her left arm under Andrew’s stomach and used all her strength to pull him tightly into her cotton blouse and pinned him there. She licked her lips and smiled across at her two friends before resuming the punishment with the nasty little ebony-backed clothes brush.

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

Claire Musgrave continued expertly laying out her swipes with the brush across Andrew’s muscular bottom, deliberately smacking it down as hard as she could alternately against his right, then his left, bum cheek. She continued this for five minutes until she paused and allowed her boyfriend a few moments to calm himself. He was crying loudly, and the tears were flowing freely onto the carpeted floor below.

“Now, ladies. I think this naughty one needs to be reminded about how our Form Mistress Miss Seagrave used to punish if we ever broke the rules.”

Ms. Musgrave moved her clothes brush lower down her boyfriend’s legs and smiled when she reached the creases in between his bottom and thighs.

“She’d really spank us hard and beat the creases and backs of the legs so that we couldn’t sit for days afterwards and, most embarrassingly for us girls, so that everyone else in school could see the marks on the backs of our legs.” The young languages teacher pressed her brush against Andrew’s right thigh.

“A dozen smacks and you’re going to take each and every one,” Claire hissed, lifting her brush in her right hand.

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

The pain burned into Andrew’s lower buttocks and his thighs and he tried to squirm and move to escape further punishment, but Claire Musgrave used every ounce of strength to hold her much larger boyfriend over her knees.

“And this one fancied Miss Seagrave, girls!” She laughed, raising her brush to complete this part of her boyfriend’s punishment.

Jessica and Alicia had leaned in closer and were sitting on the edge of the chair across from where Claire was dealing with Andrew.

“He should have told her that he liked her – and that he liked spanking – and she’d have been only too happy to have pulled his trousers and pants down and take him over her lap. She spanked for the least little thing,” Alicia laughed as Claire rapidly administered her final half a dozen smacks with the brush.

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

Andrew Halliday was crying uncontrollably by this point, but he received no sympathy from the ladies. His girlfriend held him over her knee for a few minutes until he had started to calm himself. The young man’s muscular bottom was warm to the touch and his pale skin had been turned a mixture of shades of dark pinks and deep reds in places, especially where Claire’s clothes brush had connected with his thighs. As she sat on the chair with her much larger boyfriend across her lap, Jessica got up from the armchair and stood in front of her friend, reaching down and taking the brush from her and returning it to the table.

The well-built blonde-haired woman stood facing the table for a few moments before she bent down and picked up her small, round-headed tan-coloured leather paddle and turned back to face Claire, who was still sitting on the dining room chair with Andrew draped over her knees.

“My turn again, Miss Musgrave,” Jessica Weaver smiled sweetly as Claire brought her left arm out from under Andrew’s waist.

“Up!” Ms. Musgrave snapped and sat back in the high-backed chair to allow her extremely tall boyfriend to get to his feet.

Moments later, Andrew Halliday was back in the same position, but this time he was back over Miss Weaver’s large lap. Jessica licked her lips and concentrated on positioning the well-build man over her knees. She couldn’t resist reaching under his waist and touching his fully erect cock, which she squeezed playfully before running her right hand down between his legs, touching the inside of his thighs and his balls, before returning her right hand to the twenty-nine-year-old’s lower back. She transferred her small paddle from her left hand to her right and wasted no time in administering a severe, rapid-fire dose with it to Andrew’s bottom, ensuring that she visited each and every inch of the man’s muscular bottom and thighs.

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

During his spanking with the small, round-headed paddle, Andrew Halliday wriggled and squirmed for all he was worth as the pain and fire were ignited in his bottom once more. However, this was a futile gesture, just as it had been with the diminutive Claire. Miss Weaver was well built and used all of her strength and experience in spanking naughty bottoms, to pull him roughly into her lap and pin him with her free left arm. Once secured, she concentrated upon laying her leather paddle down at full-force, not caring about the young man’s cries and tears.

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

Jessica sat with Andrew lying over her short-skirted knees for a few minutes after she had concluded this part of the young man’s punishment. She removed her arm from around his waist and placed both hands and her small paddle on his back. As he sobbed and cried, Jessica Weaver could feel how hot and damp she was from having his weight on her lap and also how damp she was in her knickers.

“Ooh, think he’s still getting excited, Claire?” She laughed and licked her lips.

To be continued...