Friday 6th April 2012
It’s Friday, it’s 5 o’clock, it’s Crackerjack! No, wait, that’s another time and place, but it is time for me to start getting ready to visit Kirsty and her family. I soak in the bath for ages and take my time choosing what to wear. I decided to dress myself smartly rather than too sexily. I choose black high heels, sheer, light tan self-supporting stockings, black with red trim matching bra and panties, my favourite ‘Little Black Dress’ and some simple silver jewellery all topped off with some splashes of perfume.
I set off in my car at about 6.40 pm to the address Kirsty had given me, which was on the other side of town. Her directions were clear and simple and I found myself at her front door in no time. It was one of those big old houses, very solidly built with thick walls and set back from the road. ‘Ideal for lots of thrashings,’ I thought to myself. ‘No one would know what was happening behind the closed doors and heavily curtained windows!’
I rang the bell and the door was opened seconds later by a young man, who was obviously Peter.
“Hello, Peter. I’m Mrs James,” I said.
“Hello, Mrs James. We’ve been expecting you. Please come in.”
Very polite, I thought. Peter led the way through to the front room where Kirsty came over to greet me with a kiss on the cheek.
“I see you’ve already met Peter. This is Susan,” she said, introducing me to a woman a little smaller in stature than myself.
“Hello, Susan. I’m Mrs James. Nice to meet you,” I said.
“You too, Mrs James. Mum has told me the reason for you being here and I want you to know that I am happy that you are here. I feel it will help my demeanour as well as Peter’s for you to help with our discipline.”
“Thank you, Susan. It’s nice of you to say so.”
I turned to Kirsty and mouthed the word ‘Mum?’ at her.
“Susan calls me ‘Mum’ as that’s my role in her life. Peter obviously calls me Mum too,” she smiled.
“Please, sit down, Debbie,” said Kirsty indicating the big old settee.
“Can I get you some wine?”
“Just a small one, please.”
Kirsty poured two glasses of wine and handed one to me. I took a sip and it tasted very good. I told her so and she smiled. She sat next to me, but not too close and announced that we should get things started.
“Susan and Peter,” she said in a stern voice. “You have both earned extra punishments this week. Prepare yourselves.”
With that announcement, Susan and Peter began undressing, not too quickly but not too slowly either. As each item of clothing was removed it was neatly folded and put on a side table. About a minute later and I was looking at two very attractive people standing in front of Kirsty in nothing but their underwear looking very shamefaced.
Kirsty looked up at Susan and said that her account would be settled first this evening. She told Peter to go and face the wall with hands on head. Then she consulted her notebook.
“Let’s see,” she said. “Ah, yes. I’ve heard you swear at the TV, not just once but twice. You lied to me about the disappearance of a bar of chocolate I was looking forward to. That’s lying and stealing.”
Susan was getting redder in the face.
“The other day you left a shower of talcum powder on the bathroom floor that I had to clean up.”
Kirsty continued looking through her notebook.
“Last night you sulked because I wanted to watch a programme on another channel and you gave me some backchat when I sent you to bed. Yes, I think that is all for this week unless you have anything to add, young lady?”
“Well, I did curse you when you changed channels. Does that count?” asked Susan.
“You know it does and I appreciate your honesty,” said Kirsty. “Your punishment is duly amended!”
Kirsty got up off the settee and pulled an armless chair into the middle of the room (just like mine!). She sat on it and Susan came and stood in front of her. Kirsty reached forward and pulled Susan’s knickers down to below her knees and guided her over her lap. She used her hand to spank the medium-sized buttocks belonging to Susan. She spanked long and hard (much longer than I could have) and then stood Susan on her feet.
“No rubbing,” she warned. Susan was sobbing softly, no doubt because she was expecting a good thrashing.
Kirsty stood up and went to the sideboard and picked up a hairbrush. She asked me if I would do her the honour of using it on Susan. Naturally, I accepted. I got up off the settee, took the brush from Kirsty and sat myself on the chair, hiking my dress up a little to make it more comfortable for me.
“Please spank her with the brush until I say stop,” said Kirsty.
I took aim and started with a good wallop to the left cheek, then the right. I had given her about twenty swats alternately on each cheek before concentrating on one side at a time. Kirsty looked impressed but very soon said, “Stop! I don’t want her to get blisters yet.”
I stopped the spanking and stood Susan up. She was crying and trembling like an aspen in the breeze.
“Before you get your much-deserved caning, Susan, I think we should make a start on Peter here. Go and face the wall with your hands on your head.” Susan waddled to the wall, made all the more difficult because her panties were still around her ankles.
“Your turn, Peter,” announced Kirsty.
Kirsty had seated herself on the chair and I returned to sit on the settee. Peter came and stood in front of his mum. Looking at her notebook again, Kirsty addressed Peter.
“Young man. Nothing overly serious here, but enough to ensure you go to bed with a sore bottom tonight. Do you understand?”
Peter nodded, his face already red with embarrassment. Instead of reading out Peter’s wrongdoings she instead showed him the notebook and asked, “Do you agree that you did these things?”
“Yes, I did those things, mum. I’m very sorry.”
“Too late to be sorry, Peter,” said Kirsty.
She stood up, turned to me, and said, “Perhaps you would like to begin his punishment, Debbie?”
I took Kirsty’s place on the chair and Peter came and stood in front of me. Just as Kirsty had done I pulled Peter’s pants down to below his knees and positioned him over my lap. I began the spanking, mixing up which side I smacked next. Peter started to wriggle and I must say I found that more delightful than I thought it would! Less than two minutes into the spanking I had to stop as my hand was sore. I looked over at Kirsty and she said it was OK as that was about enough to be going on with. Peter stood up while Kirsty and I swapped places on the chair. Kirsty now had a strap in her hand and after repositioning Peter over her knee gave him twenty good wallops with it. Peter was beginning to scream before Kirsty had finished but as I knew she would, Kirsty didn’t let up until the prescribed number had been given. Peter was allowed to frantically rub his tender bottom for a few seconds before Kirsty told him to get over and face the wall with his hands on his head.
“I think I need a breather,” Kirsty winked at me. “More wine?” she asked.
“No more for me, thanks. A glass of water would be fine,” I said.
“I’ve got some fruit juice if you would prefer that?”
“Yes, please. That would be great.”
Kirsty gave me a tall glass of orange juice and sat close to me on the settee. As Susan and Peter were facing the wall, still sobbing, Kirsty took advantage of the moment to slip her hand under my dress. I smiled at her. That was the only encouragement she needed as her fingers caressed their way up my thigh to my pussy.
“Mmmmm,” she whispered. “Even wetter today, naughty girl! We’ll get that sorted later for you. Now,” she said more loudly. “Who should be caned first?” as she took her hand from my sopping pussy, got up, and went to a cupboard.
As she opened the cupboard I could see all sorts of punishment devices either hanging up inside or laying on the shelves. There were lots of canes, some straight handled, some with a crook handle, an assortment of brushes and paddles, some straps of differing sizes and weights, and a martinet.
“Who has been the naughtier?” I asked. Kirsty said that would be Peter.
“Then Peter must be caned first, so he can get the full benefit of you being fresher,” I said.
“We think along the same lines, Debbie,” said Kirsty. “Peter it is.” Kirsty selected a medium-sized one, very similar in size to a Junior cane.
“Would you be an angel, Debbie, and hold Peter’s hands as I cane him?”
“Yes, of course,” I said.
The chair was moved slightly so that I would be able to kneel down in front of it to hold Peter’s hands. Peter was ordered to ‘assume the position!’ Still crying he obeyed his mother and leaned over the back of the chair. I knelt down and took Peter’s hands in my own, holding him tightly. Kirsty gave her son twenty strokes with the cane. After just a few strokes had been given Peter was trying to wrench his hands from my grasp. It wasn’t long into Peter’s caning that, because of the way I was kneeling, my dress had ridden up my thighs and I’m sure Peter could see right up my legs. Well, he might have seen right up my legs if he wasn’t screaming so much!
His caning was over and I let go of his hands. Peter jumped up and clutched his blazing bottom, which could only have made it worse for him. Kirsty let this go on for about thirty seconds and then told Peter to go and face the wall again.
“No more touching until I give my permission,” said Kirsty.
Peter was wailing loudly, but gradually he started to quieten down. He was sobbing fitfully as Kirsty announced that it was Susan’s turn. Kirsty sat back down on the settee for a breather and I drank some of the juice I had been given earlier. I took the opportunity to take a closer look at Kirsty’s handiwork with her cane. I have to say that Kirsty is an expert caner. All the stripes on Peter’s bottom and the top of his thighs were nicely spaced out. There was one area, at the crease of his bottom, where the cane had been concentrated for five or six strokes. I admired her work and told her so.
“Thanks, Debbie. That means a lot to me.”
“I can space them out, but not as tightly as those stripes. Impressive!” I said.
“How long have you been caning then?” asked Kirsty.
“Oh, only just over four years.”
“It’s taken me years and years of practice to get that neat,” she grinned. “You have plenty of time on your side to perfect your action.” I smiled with pride when she said that.
“Right,” said Kirsty.
“Ready for some more?” Kirsty passed a Senior cane to me and announced that Susan was to get thirty strokes, fifteen from each of us.
“I’ll go first. If you would hold her hands as you did with Peter that would be great,” said Kirsty. “I’ll hold her hands when it’s your turn. OK?” I nodded and went and knelt down, taking Susan’s hands in my own. Kirsty raised her cane and brought it cracking down on Susan’s already crimson backside. I waited for Kirsty to do her bit then I did the same. Susan was screaming her head off after less than ten strokes.
All too soon the caning ended and Susan was released from her bonds. She too jumped up, clutching at her ravaged bottom and thighs. Kirsty allowed this for a few seconds and then told her to stand next to her husband facing the wall. I went and sat back down on the settee. Kirsty joined me a moment later.
“You two can go to your room and woe betide you if I hear anything…” she left the statement unfinished but obvious in its meaning.
“How was that for you, Debbie?” said Kirsty as she pushed her hand under my dress again. “Mmmm, feels like you really enjoyed yourself,” she grinned.
“Now, I would like you to sit on the edge of this settee, open your legs and close your eyes.” I looked at her questioningly. “Don’t worry. You’ll enjoy this. Relax! It won’t hurt, I promise!” So I did.
I slid forward, opened my legs, and closed my eyes.
“You can lean back if you want to,” said Kirsty.
I leaned back and felt rather exposed but excited. I heard the shuffling of feet on the carpet and sensed someone kneeling between my legs. I did as I was told and kept my eyes closed and legs open. Then I felt it! Kirsty’s face was worming its way between my legs until I could feel her hot breath on my pussy. Her fingers pulled my panties to one side and then I almost exploded as lips and a tongue touched my clitoris. I opened my eyes and let Kirsty do what she was doing to me.
As the climax started to wear off, I looked at Kirsty and we both knew what we wanted. We hurriedly got out of our clothes and we were soon making passionate love to each other; mostly in the sixty-nine position.
All too soon it was time to go.
Kirsty said, “Now that you’ve seen how I deal with my family perhaps you would like me to come round and help when you have to punish Carol again?”
“It would do her good to have her former teacher come and help with her punishments,” I said.
“Will you tell her what happened tonight?” said Kirsty.
“No. What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her – yet! How much notice would you need if Carol is to be punished?”
“About an hour. Would that be OK?”
“That would be fine,” I said, getting up to put my clothes back on and making sure I looked presentable to anyone who may see me.
As I made my way through her front door I turned to Kirsty and kissed her mouth again. “It’ll be soon, I’m sure,” I said.
“Let me know and I’ll be there. Good night, Debbie. Drive carefully.”
“Good night, Kirsty. Thanks for a wonderful evening,” I smiled at her. I got in my car and sat there contemplating all that had happened. Then I started the car and started the drive home, watching in my rearview mirror as Kirsty waved me goodbye.
