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After a few minutes, during which time the ex-Head Girl had teased Claire’s boyfriend with her fingers, Andrew Halliday found himself bent over the arm of the sofa, his face resting in one of the expensive red cushions, whilst lying over Jessica’s knee. His bottom, already battered and bruised, pointed out proudly, hips resting on the arm of the leather sofa, presenting the perfect target for Alicia. The tall young woman with the shoulder-length brown hair had picked up the size eleven, black canvas plimsoll from the coffee table and stood behind Andrew, tapping the rubber-soled shoe against the palm of her large left hand.

“Now, you naughty, naughty, boy. Miss Thorressen is going to wallop that bottom of yours with her plimsoll and you’re going to take every smack with no fuss. Do you understand?” Claire spoke softly as she re-took her seat in the armchair.

Andrew did not respond. He had buried his face in the cushion and was still crying from what had gone before.

“Alicia used to slipper people harder than anyone, so it’s only right that she gets to wallop your bottom tonight,” she continued.

Out of Andrew’s sight, the tall, slim, Alicia Thorressen took up her position to the left side of the sofa and laid the large, black canvas plimsoll across the centre of his red and sore bottom.

“She learned how to slipper people from Miss Gibson the PE Mistress – and boy, did she slipper bottoms hard!” Claire adjusted her small glasses and brushed her dark hair with her right hand, smiling over at her tall friend, who had drawn the plimsoll back in her right hand.

“Give his sorry little arse a damned good walloping, Miss!” Jessica said as she tightened the grip she had on Andrew who lay across her knees on the sofa.

Over the next ten or so minutes, Alicia Thorressen, the tall, slim lady with the shoulder-length brown hair, administered approximately thirty-six painful, full-force smacks with the rubber-soled shoe, taking her time between each swipe to allow Andrew to recover, and to adjust her position to ensure that every inch of the man’s bottom received its share. The sound that it made as it landed against Andrew’s bare skin echoed loudly around the living room and around the downstairs in Claire’s house.

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

Once she was satisfied, Alicia walked away and placed the plimsoll back on Claire’s coffee table, picking up the two-foot-long, tan-coloured leather strap, which she carried over to Ms. Musgrave who stood up and smiled as she took the implement from her much taller friend. Andrew’s girlfriend walked across the living room until she was standing to the side of her sofa, Andrew’s bottom resting on the arm as he was held securely by Jessica who looked across at her friend.

“I had forgot that you used to strap people as your preferred method, Miss.” She smiled as Claire took the piece of leather back over her right shoulder.

“Crack!”

Her first stroke landed loudly and solidly across her boyfriend’s backside. He wriggled as the pain registered in his head, but Jessica ensured that he could not go very far.

“Still got it, Miss!” She spoke excitedly.

“Too much practice – both at school and at work,” Claire smiled.

“Crack!”

The leather strap came down across the fleshy centre of Andrew Halliday’s bottom, leaving a nice dark red mark on his left buttock.

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

The young teacher administered two-dozen smacks with her strap before she stopped and returned the heavy piece of leather to her coffee table. She spent a few moments calming herself and taking a few deep breaths, before adjusting her small round glasses, her dark hair and her skirt and blouse that had become creased from her exertions. Five minutes later, Andrew found himself back over the sofa, only this time being held down by Claire whilst Jessica had replaced her friend standing behind him. She had picked up her American-style holed spanking paddle and was measuring the large piece of wood, with its eight holes, across his bottom.

Andrew Halliday was crying uncontrollably into the by-now sodden cushion which he held to his face for dear life. Ms. Musgrave smiled at her two friends as she reached between her boyfriend’s legs, which were slightly open and soon found his large cock. It was almost hard, and Claire shook her head as she touched the tip of Andrew’s cock, finding it wet with pre-cum, which had been dribbling onto the girls’ skirts during his time over each of their knees. The young languages teacher knew how hot she was from watching her old school friends spanking her boyfriend and shuffled around on her sofa to get herself comfortable and to take her mind from the fact that her knickers were damp from the excitement.

“Right, you naughty, naughty, boy. You’re going to get the paddling of your life for actually getting off by being spanked by each of us,” Jessica spoke sternly as she tapped her paddle against the red and bruised bottom that was positioned in front of her.

“Dirty little perverts who dribble on our skirts will learn a very painful lesson,” she continued, tapping the paddle against Andrew’s muscular bottom as she did so.

“Still play tennis, Jess?” Alicia asked from the chair across from where Claire was holding her boyfriend down over the sofa.

The young woman with the blonde hair laughed and nodded across at her friend, raising the large wooden paddle in her right hand as she did so.

“Not as much as I used to, but I still have a damned good forehand!” She raised her voice unintentionally, bringing the paddle swinging through the air.

“Whack!”

The eighteen-inch-long wooden paddle with its two neat rows of holes landed solidly across the already red and swollen centre of Andrew’s bottom.

He buried his face deeper into the cushion and tried his best to muffle his cries.

“God, I’ve missed spanking an arse or two!” Jessica Weaver flicked her long blonde hair from her face and laid the paddle against Andrew’s bottom once more.

“Whack!”

Andrew Halliday shouted into the cushion and Claire held him tightly in position over her lap, looking at Jessica as she administered the painful swats. The well-built blonde-haired woman said nothing, instead concentrating upon laying out each painful blow as hard as she could across Claire’s boyfriend’s already battered and bruised bottom.

“Fucking pervert,” Jessica hissed, laying out another smack with her heavy wooden paddle.

Over the next ten minutes or so, the twenty-nine-year-old business manager laid out thirty-six painful whacks with her paddle, before she stopped and returned it to the coffee table. She paid little attention to the noises coming from Andrew, who was laid across Ms. Musgrave’s lap, face buried into the cushion, crying freely and making muffled promises to be good if only the ladies stopped. Miss Weaver looked at Alicia sitting in the armchair and licked her lips as she adjusted her blouse and skirt before moving onto her blonde hair. Once she was satisfied with her appearance, the ex-Head Girl smiled at her two friends.

“Now, I think he needs a damned good caning,” Jessica Weaver spoke coldly and looked back over to the coffee table where the three canes were lying.

“Miss Thorressen, would you like to administer the first six strokes?”

Alicia laughed and was on her feet in no time. She smiled at Claire, who had returned her right hand to her boyfriend’s cock and was trying to soothe him unsuccessfully. Miss Thorressen adjusted her skirt and short-sleeved school blouse before picking up the pink-handled rattan cane in her right hand. She flexed the thin, whippy cane in both hands before walking the few steps to Andrew’s left-hand side. Alicia Thorressen swished her cane several times to get the feel for it again before she laid it against Andrew Halliday’s muscular bottom.

The lady with the shoulder-length brown hair tapped her cane against the already red and sore bottom in front of her and took a deep breath.

“Six of the best for you, young man for being so naughty and dribbling on my skirt and leaving a stain.” Alicia flicked her hair back once more and lifted the cane in the air.

“Thwack!”

Claire’s boyfriend wriggled and squirmed as that first stroke landed across the centre of his right bum cheek, but Ms. Musgrave held onto him tightly and looked up at Alicia, who already had the cane laid out across Andrew’s bottom once again, ready for the next painful swipe.

“Thwack!”

The second stroke landed on the left buttock, leaving a second neat, straight red line on the young electrician’s bottom.

Again, he wriggled and squirmed, but his girlfriend held him so tightly that he could no go anywhere. Within a few minutes, Alicia Thorressen had delivered her sixth and final stroke, ensuring that she left three thin, deep red lines across the dead centre of both of Andrew Halliday’s buttocks.

Once she had finished, she spent a few moments leaning in close and inspecting her handiwork, running her cool right hand over Andrew’s sore and swollen bottom. Across from her, Jessica had picked her blue-handled kooboo cane from the table and was flexing and then swishing it for all she was worth. Alicia walked across to the coffee table and laid her cane down before returning to the armchair where she ironed her school skirt with both hands before sitting down.

Miss Weaver took up her position at Andrew’s left-hand side and quickly found her perfect caning stance, even if it had been years since she had caned anyone. She stood looking down upon Claire, who sat on the sofa holding Andrew down, placed her left hand on her left hip and stuck her left foot out slightly bending her left knee. Moments later she laid the two-foot-long cane out across Andrew Halliday’s bruised bottom and began tapping her cane against it. Even just tapping the cane against his skin, Andrew could tell that Jessica’s caning was going to be a lot more severe than what Alicia had just given him.

“Bad, bad boy. Getting off on being spanked,” Jessica spoke coldly as she continued to tap the cane against Claire’s boyfriend’s bottom.

Once satisfied, Miss Weaver lifted the cane and brought it down a second later, deliberately targeting the area lower down than Alicia had.

“Thwack!”

Andrew’s head shot up as the searing pain registered in his brain, but then quickly returned his face to the cushion in front of him. Ms. Musgrave used both hands to push him down and hold him there, as Jessica lifted her cane once more.

“Fucking little pervert wanting to feel us up and wanking off over us in our school uniforms,” she hissed, bringing the cane through the air once more.

“Thwack!”

Again, Andrew wriggled and squirmed, but Claire held him securely in place over her knees.

“And leaving your mess on my skirt and my legs.”

The cane was raised once more before landing a second later powerfully across Andrew Halliday’s right buttock.

“Thwack!”

The sound of the cane connecting with the bare bottom echoed around the downstairs of Claire’s house, and she held Andrew tightly to make sure that he stayed in position for those final strokes.

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

“Thwack!”

The ex-Head Girl laughed as she pressed her cane against Andrew’s lower right buttock after she had delivered her final stroke, giving them quickly and with little time in between each one.

“I’d apologise for giving you the extra one, pervert, but I don’t really care.” She licked her lips as she lifted the cane and walked away.

She bent down and placed it back on the coffee table, picking up Claire’s personal cane, the thicker, denser, dragon cane with its black lambswool handle. Jessica held it out for her dark-haired friend.

“Your turn, Ms. Musgrave. Make that boyfriend of yours sorry for leaving a mess on our skirts this evening,” Jessica Weaver smiled as Claire looked up at her from the sofa.

A few minutes later, Andrew found himself being held down over Jessica Weaver’s strong knees. She had no problems in holding the much larger man down with her left arm, which she wrapped around his waist and secured him in a vise-like grip. Her large right hand slipped in between Andrew’s stomach and her skirt, which had risen up, revealing her bare legs once more and she smiled as she touched the young man’s semi-hard cock. Miss Weaver held it gently in her large hand as she looked across at Claire, who had taken up her position to Andrew’s left-hand side and was busy measuring her cane out across his bottom.

Ms. Musgrave paused, adjusted her small round glasses and brushed her dark hair from her face, before adjusting her blouse and skirt. Finally, she adopted the identical stance to that which Jessica had taken earlier and laid the cane against Andrew Halliday’s lower buttocks and the tops of his thighs. Claire remained silent as she slowly and deliberately administered six, painful and full-force swipes across her sobbing boyfriend’s swollen backside, intentionally laying four of her strokes across the creases in between his bottom and thighs.

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

Ms. Musgrave said nothing as she walked away from her boyfriend’s swollen and bruised bottom and returned the cane to the table. She left the living room and went upstairs to her bathroom where she took a pack of plasters, tube of cooling gel and a pack of antiseptic wipes from the cupboard. Claire paused and looked at herself in the mirror. She smiled as she adjusted her small round glasses and tidied up her hair before turning and making her way back to the living room.

When she entered the large room she found Andrew still lying over Jessica’s knee on the sofa. Her blonde-haired friend still had her large right hand between his legs and was obviously masturbating him slowly. Alicia was kneeling in front of the arm of the sofa over which Andrew held the cushion, his face still buried deep in it and he was still sniffing and sobbing loudly. Miss Thorressen smiled as she noticed Claire and gently stroked Andrew’s shaven head with her left hand.

“I’ll clean him up and then maybe you can use and abuse him if you like,” the dark-haired woman spoke quietly.

Ms. Musgrave stood behind her boyfriend and placed the tube of gel and pack of plasters down on the sofa beside him. The young School Mistress opened the pack of wipes and removed a couple before snapping them closed and placing them down on the sofa. She smiled at Jessica, who was still so obviously masturbating Andrew before leaning over and beginning to rub the cool wipes over every inch of Andrew Halliday’s red and sore bottom and thighs. Once satisfied, she placed the used wipes on the coffee table and opened her tube of cooling gel, squirting a good amount into the palm of her left hand and closing the tube with her right, placing it on the sofa.

The small, dark-haired teacher spent a while rubbing and soothing every inch of her boyfriend’s bottom that was hot to the touch. He had started to calm himself and his breathing wasn’t so disrupted by his sobs and sniffs. Next, Claire Musgrave took two small plasters and applied them over two cuts that had appeared on her boyfriend’s right buttock before picking up the gel and the plasters and placing them next to the implements on her coffee table. She stood watching her large, blonde-haired friend touching and teasing Andrew’s by-now fully erect cock.

“So, ladies. Shall we give this naughty boy some corner time and then we can have a drink while we decide what to do to him next?” Claire smiled as she spoke.

Jessica Weaver continued to touch and stroke her friend’s boyfriend’s cock with her right hand, smiling as she felt him push himself against her bare legs. After a few minutes, she stopped and let go of his cock and brought her right hand out from under him before tapping Andrew gently on his hot and swollen bottom.

“Up you get, naughty boy – in that corner with you, hands on your head and nose pushed up against the wall!” She snapped angrily.

Andrew Halliday struggled to his feet and fought the temptation to place his hands on his burning bum cheeks to try and rub the pain away. Eventually, he was standing in the far corner of Claire’s living room, facing the wall with his hands on his shaven head and his nose touching the cold, marigold-painted wall.

The girls disappeared into the kitchen and eventually re-appeared with glasses of wine which they drank slowly. They chatted about their previous experiences at Hillheads School and then the conversation returned to Claire Musgrave’s boyfriend and why he had been punished.

“Can’t believe he gets off on being spanked,” Alicia remarked quietly.

“Oh, he does. Loves being over my knee this one,” Claire replied.

Jessica got up from the sofa and placed her almost empty wine glass on the coffee table. The well-build blonde-haired woman walked across to where Andrew was standing in silence and placed her large, shovel-like right hand on his right buttock. Her left hand reached around and took his throbbing cock. She laughed wickedly.

“You said we could do anything we wanted to him, Ms. Musgrave?” Alicia asked curiously as she got up from the armchair and placed her empty wine glass on the coffee table.

Claire laughed and did the same.

“I did. Time we took this naughty one upstairs and get him to show us how sorry he really is, I think.” She smiled at Jessica, who was by now masturbating Andrew frantically.

“Jess. Maybe take him upstairs to my bedroom and finish him off up there.” The short, dark-haired woman with the stylish round glasses licked her lips.

Jessica Weaver did not need asking twice. Within three minutes, Andrew Halliday was lying on his back on Claire Musgrave’s large double bed, with the well-built blonde-haired woman kneeling between his legs that were spread wide.

“Don’t know why I’m doing this to you, pervert, but I really am impressed with your cock and it would be such a shame if I couldn’t suck you off,” she purred.

Miss Weaver sat up for a moment and brushed her long blonde hair out of the way and opened the buttons on her short-sleeved school blouse before taking hold of Andrew Halliday’s fully erect cock in her large right hand. She leaned in and began licking his cock from the moist tip right down the shaft and then repeating the procedure several times. Claire’s boyfriend collapsed into the pillows and closed his eyes, forgetting the pain and heat in his backside as Jessica’s tongue slowly slipped backwards and forwards across his throbbing cock.

“Open your legs,” she spoke softly and smiled as Andrew immediately complied.

The twenty-nine-year-old man gasped as he felt Jessica’s long, blonde hair brushing against his bare skin. Miss Weaver stopped licking the young man’s erect cock and held it in her right hand and began to stroke his balls with her left hand. Jessica gently moved his cock backwards and forwards, not saying a word as she did so. Claire’s boyfriend 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. The well-built woman started to lick the tip of his cock once again, teasing him expertly with her tongue.

As the ex-Head Girl slowly worked her way down Andrew Halliday’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. After a few moments, 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 the young man began to gasp for breath, Jessica 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. The blonde-haired woman 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 he had settled, Jessica resumed moving Andrew’s cock backwards and forwards inside her mouth, taking more and more of his eight inches as she did so.

Claire’s boyfriend could feel himself coming closer to climax and pushed down on the young woman’s shoulders as she continued working away on him. Jessica Weaver 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 hair from her eyes and smiled at him. Jessica looked into his eyes before returning his throbbing cock to her warm mouth and continuing her work. A few moments later, Andrew Halliday 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.

The ex-Head Girl 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. They smiled at one another and touched each other, as they lay there breathing heavily and not saying a word. As the shaven-headed electrician lay there, gasping for breath, Jessica quickly removed her clothes, throwing them onto the floor before lying next to Claire’s boyfriend on the double bed.

He immediately began pawing at the young woman’s large breasts, with their large, erect, dark brown nipples. The twenty-nine-year-old leaned over and immediately began kissing, licking and sucking gently on Jessica’s nipples. As he did this, she lay back on the bed, resting her head on the pillows, closing her eyes as Andrew’s tongue touched her. Within moments, she felt his fingers slip inside her wet pussy, which made her gasp and squirm around on the bed. Jessica tried to move, but the young man used his strength to hold her down. She didn’t have enough strength to resist him and closed her eyes tight as his fingers explored inside her.

Andrew Halliday had done this before. He soon found Jessica’s clit and held his fingers against it for a moment before beginning to massage it gently, backwards and forwards, smiling as he watched Jessica squirming and wriggling as she became more and more aroused at his touch. Once he was satisfied, he began pushing further and further, varying the speed at which he moved and touched -sometimes slowly, sometimes frantically. The large, blonde-haired woman began gasping and screaming with pleasure as his fingers did their work, soon announcing the arrival of an intense orgasm.

From the doorway to Claire’s bedroom, Alicia and Ms. Musgrave stood watching the show, before entering the room where Miss Thorressen removed her clothes. Andrew Halliday brought a by now sweaty and bedraggled Jessica Weaver to three mind-blowing orgasms before she managed to push his right hand out from her pussy and turn away with a happy, contented smile on her face. Ten minutes later, it was Alicia who was lying on the left-hand side of the bed next to Andrew.

Within a short while, the woman with the shoulder-length brown hair had started to softly masturbate him in her right hand, moving his cock backwards and forwards. She kissed his lips and smiled as he reached over and took her small, but perfectly formed breasts, with their dark nipples in both hands. Andrew sat up and began kissing her breasts with their erect nipples softly. As he did so, the Primary School 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, the twenty-nine-year-old man could feel himself coming close to climax and moved away.

“Alicia. I’m going to cum!” He raised his voice and watched as the tall, slim woman bowed her head towards his cock.

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

He shot Claire a quick glance, but she simply nodded at him as he continued to touch and play with her friend’s small, but prominent breasts. Andrew nipped her 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 Alicia 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. Miss Thorressen was wet and so obviously aroused, and Claire’s boyfriend wasted no time in slipping the fingers on his right hand inside her. He held her tightly with his left arm as he began to work away.

The young man with the shaven head pushed two fingers on his right hand deep inside the brown-haired woman’s pussy and moved them backwards and forwards slowly, then faster and faster, listening as the young woman’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. Andrew 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.

The young electrician repeated this procedure twice more, making the most of touching, licking, sucking and teasing Alicia Thorressen’s, small but well-formed breasts as he did so. She collapsed into the bed and lay there, gasping for breath. He lay next to her and buried his head in her neck, enjoying the strong scent of her perfume. After a few minutes, he looked across at Claire and Jessica, who stood there looking down on them, totally pissed off, their arms folded across their chests, Claire still dressed in her school blouse and skirt, Jessica with just her open blouse on, not affording her large breasts much coverage.

After a while, the ladies left the bedroom, gathering up their clothes before returning to the living room and leaving Andrew lying on the bed, exhausted. He wasn’t sure if or when he had dozed off, but when he did wake, he could hear Claire downstairs seeing her friends out. The diminutive languages teacher spent a while downstairs, cleaning and returning her implements to her downstairs office. Next she tidied the living room and loaded the glasses and plates into her dishwasher in the kitchen before checking that she had turned everything off. Ms. Musgrave then turned off the lights and closed the door to the living room and climbed the stairs.

Claire replaced her tube of gel, plasters and wipes in the bathroom cabinet and brushed her teeth before heading to her bedroom where Andrew Halliday was lying under the duvet. The dark-haired woman closed the bedroom door behind her and spent a few moments removing her clothes which she simply threw onto the floor, placing her glasses on the bedside cabinet next to her bed and removing her hair clip, shaking her long dark hair free as she did so, before slipping under the sheets and joining him in bed.

They lay in bed for a while before he began to feel Ms. Musgrave’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 young woman then sat up and reached over, kissing the athletically-built 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. Andrew smiled as he kissed the young Languages 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.

Claire 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. The young man 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. Ms. Musgrave began breathing heavily, holding him tightly as his cock touched her. As her breathing became heavier, and she began to gasp for breath, Andrew Halliday pushed his cock as far as it would go inside her, touching her clit and holding it against it, smiling as the dark-haired woman screamed with pleasure.

Claire Musgrave tightened the grip she had on him, digging her fingernails into his back as she came closer to orgasm. He ignored the pain and continued to pound away as hard as he could until he felt Claire’s pelvic muscles tense, the young woman coming to climax a moment later. She collapsed back into her pillows and struggled to regather her breath, but the tall, muscular man pushed on, thrusting away until he had delivered another two orgasms. By this time, Andrew had shot his load inside his girlfriend 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 dozed off into a deep and satisfied sleep.

The next morning, Claire and Andrew got up late, spending a while in bed cuddling and kissing each other some more. After breakfast, she had massaged more cooling cream into his still throbbing and warm bottom before returning to bed, where the couple spent the rest of their morning. Ms. Musgrave had tried to do some work for school, but kept being distracted, mainly by her boyfriend, who touched and teased her at every opportunity. She was also receiving frequent texts from Alicia and Jessica, who had enjoyed themselves that previous evening. Not only would they be up for a repeat performance, but they were also suggesting members of their former Prefect team and their wider year group from school for future visits to Claire Musgrave’s house.

“Maybe one day – please let my boyfriend recover first. I think that he won’t be in any condition to take another spanking for a little while. Think he has paid for fantasizing over you all those years ago. He won’t be doing that again. You’ve definitely still got it, Jess!”