It had only been a short ride from the college grounds. From the way the discipline board had talked about the Finishing School, Augustus had thought it would be a day away or more, but it had really only been an hour’s ride down the old gravel road behind the College. He and the Dean had set out on their horses, and after what seemed like a short ride, they were here, where the gravel road reached a black iron gate.
“Through there,” the Dean said. “I will take your horse.”
He dismounted, and she took the reigns, her lined face looking even more severe. She would be glad to be done with this.
“That’s all…?” he asked.
“Yes, just walk through the gate. Aurelia will see you soon. This is out of our hands. I hope to see you back at the College when your behavior has…improved.”
He didn’t say goodbye, just undid the latch on the gate and went through. He walked a few hundred feet, up a winding stone staircase, to find a big stone house, almost like a miniature castle. On the porch of this building there stood a woman. Augustus barely took notice of her, although he guessed she must be Aurelia. She was younger than most of the ladies at the College, he thought, but still, in his mind, an old woman…probably in her 40s. She had red hair, green eyes and her face was surprisingly round and sweet. This was the feared disciplinarian?
“Hello, Augustus,” she said, her voice surprisingly deep and husky “You are the only charge I will have here for a while. Come in. You have a bag? The first day, nothing is expected of you, I will show you your room. Dinner is at eight.”
He grunted acknowledgement and followed her inside, up the staircase, and to his room, where he sat down on the bed. She disappeared. He laid down in bed and stared up at the ceiling, and thought of how he had gotten here, on suspension from the College and had to undergo a month of ‘Special Discipline’. It was a few hours before dinner, and he spent most of that time tired, and fuming to himself.
At 8 PM, he was called down for dinner. It was something basic, rice with a few spices and vegetables, and he ate it in sullen silence while Aurelia asked some simple questions, and told him the basics of how the Household ran. As soon as possible, he excused himself, and went back to his room. He was bored, but he didn’t want to do anything but fume. However, unlike at the College, he didn’t have any fights to start or games to play, so he ended up just sliding into his pajamas and falling asleep early.
He was woken up, quite unexpectedly, several hours later, by an unusual sensation…as he struggled to consciousness, he realized what it was. Someone was kissing him…and, while the room was dark, he could see that the figure in his bed was Aurelia. He was shocked…this woman was twice his age, in her 40s, and she was supposed to be a disciplinarian! What was she doing here? Even as he was shocked, his mouth opened, letting her probing tongue in deeper. He could feel his heart racing, and of course he was very hard. He was 20, he was usually hard, but now he had this woman in bed with him, her curly hair flowing down to brush against his face as she kissed him. Finally, after an eternity, she pulled away. He stammered out, “What is this…?”
Her voice replied in the dark “This is discipline.”
“What…how…” but his question was cut off with a sudden gasp as her hand found his penis. She moved her hand up and down, at first slowly, but then more firmly.
“Do you want more?” she asked. “Can you ask me nicely?”
His mind was overcome with pleasure, but also with curiosity…who was this woman who had crawled into his bed and was aggressively touching him? Just a few hours before, he had thought of her as a dowdy old woman, but now, even in the dark room, as his eyes caught glimpses of her supple body beneath a thin nightgown, and her hungry, taunting face, in the weak moonlight she aroused him.
He responded without even knowing what he was saying “Please…please…more.”
She took her time, teasing him by sliding down his pants, and then straddling him…he could feel she was wearing no panties, he could feel her wet slit perched to slide down on him…but she hesitated. The entire thing probably only took 30 seconds, but it felt like a long torment. “Please do it now,” he said urgently. She moaned softly and lowered herself down on him, then started slowly bouncing up and down. In the past, he had had some awkward dalliances with girls, but it had never been ‘the real thing”, and now, here it was, being offered to him. Of course, with all his natural tension, and with how aroused he had gotten from the kissing, he was immediately on edge, and before he could do anything about it, he felt the tensing up deep inside…followed by the incredible release of his sperm in a vagina for the first time. She grunted in victory as she forced him to come, trapping his penis as it spurted out, and milking it for almost an entire minute.
His breathing calmed down, and she whispered… ”That was fun, but now it is time to sleep…we will talk some more in the morning.” He was amazed and exhilarated, and didn’t think he was going to get back to sleep, but she had barely closed the door before he fell into a slumber.
He woke the next morning with light coming in the window. He remembered last night, and thought it was a dream. But he reached between his legs and felt the wetness and strange fluid around his penis…which was rapidly hardening at the memory. He got up and went downstairs and saw Aurelia sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of tea in a basic white, short dressing gown.
“What was last night?” he asked.
“The start of your discipline.”
He went over to her and kissed her. She kissed back.
“So are you ready to do what I say?” she asked.
“I was just thinking about it, and I thought…I really don’t have to…we are alone here, and I am so much bigger than you.” He lifted her up off her chair, his hands fumbling under her dressing gown. “I could do anything…I could be in control.”
She smirked. “Well, show me then, I won’t fight back…” She was wet, and with triumph, he realized that he could push her down on the floor and use her right here. She was unresisting as he undid his pants and forced her down to the hard stone tile floor, and she obligingly opened her legs. He guided himself inside of her, enjoying his first time on top, enjoying doing this in the daylight. A dreamy look passed across her face. The only problem was, he was still a young man, and even after last night’s release, it was only three minutes in her before he started feeling the come bubble up inside of him. She felt it too. She smiled, and started taunting him. “Hmmm…you can’t resist, can you? You wanted to be big and rough, but you can’t deal with my cunt, can you? Is it too warm and wet and tight? You can’t fight off the urge, can you, boy?”
Her words drove him more and more wild, and as he bottomed out in her, he started to release his juice. He panted, losing all control, and collapsing on top of her, her soft mocking voice sounding in his ear. He started to disengage, but realized that her legs were now wrapped around his back. He tried to pull out, but she pulled him in further. He was quite sensitive, and as her pussy muscles continued to massage him, he actually whimpered in discomfort.
“Oh, you were going to be a big rough man and ride me hard, and now I won’t let you go, and won’t let you pull out,” she said. “I guess I get a say in the matter too. You started this, now you have to finish this.” He was wrestling, trying to remove his semi-hard penis out of her, but her legs held on tight. What followed was ten minutes of a wrestling match right there on the floor to free himself…after ten minutes he realized that the wrestling match had taken on a different characteristic. He was hard, and thrusting inside her again.
And he noticed she was giving a new type of response as well. While before, her coos and gasps had been to mock and seduce. Now as he started thrusting heavily, pushing her back into the floor, her gasps took on a note of real lust. He felt proud, he had truly gotten her excited. He was excited as well: as much as the first two times, this third time felt like a ‘first time’ as well. It also was starting to hurt a little, as he thrust roughly inside of her he felt sore.
“Come on,” she urged. “Give it to me, give it to me, prove you are a big man.” He was starting to worry that he couldn’t, because even for a young man in the throes of lust, it took a while to recharge, but she wouldn’t let him pull out. He was trapped inside of her. He kept thrusting, harder and harder. Her whimpers told him that maybe it was too hard. He was wondering if he was ever going to come. Finally, it was not the sensation of her cunt that pushed him over, but looking down at her face, the eyes rolling up in her sockets, the red hair plastered to her white skin, that made him feel the excitement to push himself over. His hips started to jerk, and he felt another rush of semen release. Finally, her legs went limp and he pulled out. He looked down at his penis, purple and covered with juice. He also looked at her pussy, his first clear view of it, the gash under her red pubic hair purple and swollen from the sex.
“And now,” she said, getting up, “You have to mop the floor.” Indeed, he looked down at the floor, and it was covered with sweat and juices.
“Seriously?” he asked.
“Quite seriously!” her directing personality was coming back. His legs were weak, but he went to get a mop and some water.
When he came back, she had pulled up a chair and had her legs spread, and had two fingers circling around her swollen, wet labia. “And I have to finish. That was fun, but I didn’t come. Almost, but you couldn’t quite finish the job. You do need some training. Luckily we have some time here,” she said, fixing his eyes with her own.
As he started to mop, she continued to play, her murmurs exciting him, despite his sexual exhaustion. Just when he thought he had finished mopping the floor, she climaxed, squirting another load of her sticky juices, mixed with his two loads of semen that had been left inside of her, onto the floor.
“Oops, looks like you will have some more mopping to do,” she said, settling back into her chair with a satisfied smile.
