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When Margaret arrived, wearing a variation on her governess outfit, a navy skirt and a white blouse with paisley ascot and gold stickpin atop her usual sheer hose and burgundy pumps, she encountered Lenore in what looked like a collegiate or high school jumper, with a plain white blouse and espadrilles. "When I allow you to go out," she said, which conveyed a real tone of menace to Robbie, as he began to realize how his life might be restricted from now on, "You will start using appropriate protection when you have sex with them. She longed to be allowed to spank him but realized she had to do exactly what Margaret told her if she wanted to be given that kind of privilege.
She moans louder when she hears and feels him moaning into her now very wet pussy but then his hand moves again and the butt plug slowly pulls out a little and then pushes itself back inside of her. Then the feeling of his still semi erect dick is felt running over her lips and she takes it into her mouth, tasting his and her own cum mixed together on it as she sucks a little harder cleaning it off, roiling her tongue around the head slowly, making him groan quietly and grip roughly to the back of her head and pulling her head in closer to him.
"No, Barbara," Glenda responded, with a slight smile, "it will do you good for them to see how we punish naughty girls who don't wipe themselves after they make doody." Glenda's last humiliating comment, using such a childish word to make it clear that Barbara had soiled her panties like a little girl, led Barbara to start quietly sobbing as she lay across Glenda's grey-skirted lap. With that, she and Linda rose and quickly said good-bye to Barbara who was still ignominiously lying across her stepmom's lap and showing the signs of the spanking on her burning red bottom and her tear-stained face. His wife knew that even hearing about Barbara's being spanked turned him on but she was waiting for a truly major occasion to invite him to witness her stepdaughter's humiliation.
There was quite a hum in the truck and the t-shirt Guthrie was wearing looked like it needed a good wash. Shortly, we arrived at the truck stop and decided to stretch our legs with a walk to the convenience store/diner for a cold drink. Facing me, with his head propped up on his arm he asked, “Are we going to do this the easy or hard way?” Observing my puzzled expression Guthrie continued, “Dinner was great, but I only consider that a deposit... When Guthrie finally lifted onto his arms, his exaggerated thrusting took me over the edge, and with my body shuddering, I began to unload on his sheet.
For the three—Emily, 28, Ken, 30, and Jill, 32—the humiliation of reporting to their youngest sister, who was only 24, for punishment had started to fade as they faced living their lives. Andrea kept herself in place although she now feared for how long this punishment might proceed, and worried that she either would jump up at a stroke or possibly lose control of her sphincter and humiliatingly pee herself all over Joan's tweed skirt and hose. "Jill," she said with a grin, "it was bad enough when your mother spanked you but now, your youngest sister exercises that kind of authority?" When Clarice complied, Jill reached into her handbag and retrieved a small rod much like the one that Joan had applied earlier to Andrea's bared bottom.
Karen couldn't believe that she began to feel sorry for Em's older sister, Leslie, when she saw her between Emily's lovely spread legs licking her friend's oozing quim. Emily was apparently affected by this attitude and took her sister in her arms and began to make love to her, playing with Leslie's ample breasts and then softly teasing her now rising clit. Emily said she needed a break so Leslie took little Karen in her arms and began stimulating the girl's smaller breasts but softly massaging her thin-lipped quim. Emily got up and answered the intercom, returning to tell the girls to get dressed because it was her oldest sister, Linda, who was several years older than Leslie.
No doubt having been able to sense my slight disappointment, Liz explained why she had not demanded that Denise remove her panties for punishment, and I had to accept that. How we became excited when Matron announced Denise was to get three strokes right on her wide-open pussy as a punishment. He turned red and almost plaintively, said, "Darling, don't make me wet myself and everything." I did love him for being so sweet so I took him into the bathroom and told him he could do his wee-wee while I watched. I was slightly taken aback when Liz took her turn and sat on the toilet, her legs apart and her pussy open to my view.
She realized that disciplining this handsome young man was definitely a turn-on for her—in fact, her panties were already wet as she thought about having him over her lap again—but she also wanted to impress Claire Kendall that her nephew was complying with the directions Claire had set for him and which Karen was supposed to be enforcing. Now the blonde Karen's face grew crimson at the compliment and she said, rather sternly, "I'm here at your aunt's request to supervise your behavior, Jamie, so you had better not try to get me to let up on you by complimenting me. Summoning up his cool, Jamie merely smiled and said, "Yes, Aunt Claire, I have done this for your friends when they asked me."
"Oh," his mother answered in a calm tone, "there's an extra drawer for you and room at the right of the closet." She then went on to mention that his father had set up two or three interviews for him for office jobs that she was sure he would be well qualified for and which would allow him to save some money for school. After Margaret finished spanking Henry in front of his friend Kathy, she sent the 19-year-old up to his room to clean it up. After about a half hour had gone by, during which Kathy told Margaret about her own experiences thus far at college, the governess suggested that they pay a visit to Henry's room upstairs.
I was amazed at how wet it made me to talk like that, to think about actually being with another man and treating my husband as a submissive house slave. I felt his finger run in and out of me, remember thinking that no man had ever done that to me before, his cum all over me, still in my mouth. I was getting almost as wet treating my husband like this as I was with Alan's finger up my ass. I remember hearing my husband's voice break, almost to tears as I went into the bathroom and started to clean up and do my makeup.
Taken across my mother's lap at the age of 28 and spanked with panties down in front of the family gathered for our Christmas dinner was not what I'd expected when I accepted the invitation to go home for the holidays. Susie had been getting on my nerves and I was delighted to find that Gloria was a kindred soul in her skepticism about the idea that she and Steve needed to start a family immediately in the style of my sister. I couldn't believe this was happening but as I felt tears coming which I fought to repress, I slowly lifted my stylish pin-striped skirt, exposing my pale blue hicut panties and matching garter belt, and bent across her tweed-skirted lap.
There was dead silence as the students saw the young teacher with a determined look on her face reach into her briefcase as she seated herself behind her desk and take out the blue envelope that contained the class's report cards. As you know, aside from your need to face the consequences at home of receiving such a failing grade in behavior, you will be limited in your participation in extracurricular activities for the following marking period and you will have to present a conduct report card to each teacher each day for a week and complete the week with grades entered on it of at least S, or Satisfactory, or you will have to carry the card each week until you do.
She smiled at me and said she hoped I didn't hold last time against her, since she really was sorry for what she did to me and felt Rev Alicia had been totally right to punish her for it. She told her that she was going to have Alicia deal with her and smiled that she knew she would do it properly, Jan said, and then Jan would be allowed to sit for the exam again as if nothing had happened. Alicia saw it, too, and said rather perfunctorily, "You know that I must impose extra discipline for that little social error, Janice." She picked up the martinet and moved in closer and began whipping her bottom with close-in, repeated strokes.
Karen had told Claire exactly how she and Jamie had punished Kathy when she had arrived on their doorstep and how she had been serving them since then, accepting the ignominy of being treated worse than a servant. "No, sweetie," Karen replied, "you have been learning just how you need to wipe, so you may pull up your panties and thank Aunt Claire for allowing you to use the potty. Claire gave this a moment's reflection and decided that if her nephew was seen by his wife as ready to join in their play, that was all right with her, and she so said that to Karen, who left to tell Jamie.
Donna and Barbara were nice-looking young women, even if their style of dress was quite different, since the older daughter wore fashionable suits befitting her work in a high-powered office and the younger affected the anti-style of many college students. Donna had made quiet inquiries as to whether her mother might consider spanking the siblings separately, but Maureen rejoined that seeing each of the others get what was coming to them was a good inducement toward better behavior. For one thing, she felt that her aunt dressed "young" in an effort to appear more youthful than she was, and she almost wished she could figure out a way to get her mother to include Lynn, who actually was 34, ten years older than Donna, in the group being spanked as contrasted with being a happy witness to the festivities.
"So as a good mother-in-law," Kendall persisted, "I decided that even at 25, some girls still need good, old-fashioned toilet training." Elizabeth blushed deeply as she heard those words but she also felt her panties getting wet with uncontrollable excitement at the humiliation she was about to undergo. "Now, Beth," she said as she turned to Elizabeth, "stand up, lift your skirt, lower your panties, and then bend over and hold your bottom cheeks well apart." There were gasps from the ladies at this horridly embarrassing order but also a few whoops and cheers from the younger women who were as rich and spoiled as Kendall.
"Petra recalled reading about a service in France that provided women on call to respond to mothers who needed help in disciplining their disobedient offspring, especially those that were of age and were still living at home, as so many do these days," Laurie said. "Yes, Marie," Katherine said, as she saw the two girls become nervous in a way she hadn't seen before, "this is Miranda and this is Stacy. She went into her bedroom to relax and Marie, still standing as was Brenda, said to Miranda and Stacy, "You need to understand that we are not here to negotiate with you. "Marie," Brenda said as if speaking about a small child, "Stacy here may need to visit the bathroom soon since I feel something in her."
Deb stood, took the small soft whip, and now inflicted three very hard strokes right between Marian's labia, causing Marian to scream from the horror of being hit in that place and the severe pain she was feeling from the punishing strokes to her open cunt. This reached Marian's deepest level of resentment but she gritted her teeth and said, "Yes, Miss Deborah, if Miss Karen decides that the belt is needed to train me to behave as I should as her sub, I will accept that and any other punishment or training she decides I will benefit from receiving."
I tried to hide my breasts with my arm and cover my pussy with a hand, trying to find a way out of the room, but no matter where I looked, the walls had neither doors nor windows. But my breath almost stopped when I saw the huge appendix between her legs, a cock stood pointing into the air where her pussy should have been, so thick that I wasn’t sure I could wrap my fingers around it and long enough to grip it with both hands. “Please!” I tried to beg once more, but instead of an answer I felt Natalie’s fingers spread my pussy lips apart and cool air tickle the insides of my moist folds.
Our tongues fenced for a few seconds before she took my lower lip into her mouth and gently bit it, grabbing two handfuls of my hair. Pulling off with an audible 'plop' she smiled, licked her luscious pouty lips and asked, "Do you want to cum in my mouth? Rolling her tongue around the delicate orb, she gently pulled, stretching the sac before letting it loose and caressing the other one in like fashion. I want to taste you!" Laying my cock on her tongue, she stared into my eyes as she stroked me with her left hand while scratching the skin behind my nuts with her right. I rolled her onto her stomach, grabbed her hips, pulled her ample apple-shaped ass into the air and effortlessly entered her sopping pussy.
Jack had been left in the 20-year-old Elaine's care by his dominant wife, Laura. Elaine enjoyed the position Laura was placing her in—especially when Jack was down under her skirt licking her pudendum—and planned on using the experience in her Women's Studies Feminist Theory course. "You know everything we are learning about dominating men in Feminist Theory?" Well, Aunt Laura is sending Uncle Jack over here for the whole weekend when we can do whatever we want with him!" "Hi Laura darling," she said, "I hope you know how much Elaine and I appreciate the chance to try out what we've been learning in Fem Theory this weekend. Laura smiled broadly and told Elaine and Cynthia that she trusted them entirely with responsibility for supervising Jack.
Mrs. Bishop made the whole thing worse by ceremoniously writing the note and then folding it into an envelope and sealing it so that the pupil would not know exactly what the report said. I was talking in class and Mrs. Bishop sent a note home which I'll give you," she said as evenly as she could manage. Anne had not dared to open the neat little envelope addressed by her mother to Mrs. Bishop but she noticed that the young, prim and normally quite assertive teacher took a deep breath when she read the note. No sooner than Mary Wilson had taken off her coat but her eldest daughter told her what had happened when she gave the note back to Mrs. Bishop.
"You know, when you have your little jealous moments, after I've been with my boyfriend for what you think is too long a time, like when I spent last weekend with him, I put up with that. She starts to rub her other hand softly over the head of my erect and wet penis, in tiny slow moving circular motion. She starts to run her hand over me like she does when she wants me to cum. "I know it turns you on to hear your dirty little wife talk dirty like this. I feel her slap my face hard, her other hand patiently holding my cum in it.
With very little deference to the monitor's status, Nancy said, "I need to use the rest room so I'd like to be able to go now if that is all right." Her mouth curled in a sneer that belied her low view of the girl to whom she was speaking. "Miss Smithers has asked us to restrict anyone leaving for at least the first twenty minutes," Laura said blandly but with some steel in her voice, "as pupils are expected to use the facilities before coming to class and she does not want a steady procession of girls leaving the room. Laura stood and gave her a full report of what had occurred and handed her the grade book, showing where she had entered bad Conduct marks and noted the caning of Andrea Devons.