Love & Spanking 09
Each week saw something different when David and Mrs Reynolds got together for one of their sessions.
“David, we’re going to do something different this week,” said Mrs Reynolds.
“Oh yes, what’s that?’
“I’m going to be matron this week and I’m going to spank you in the dormitory,” announced Mrs Reynolds.
“But we haven’t got a dormitory,” said David.
“Of course we haven’t. So what I want you to do, is go to your bedroom and change into your pyjamas and stand by your bed.”
“Oh yes, I see. This should be fun.”
“I hope so, off you go and I’ll be up to see you in a minute,” said Mrs Reynolds.
“Right Matron,” grinned David.
A spanking from Matron was something David had only read about once in a book. So he made his way excitedly upstairs. He undressed and put on his pyjamas and stood waiting by his bed. After a few minutes, Mrs Reynolds came up and went into her bedroom. Then she entered the bedroom carrying her hairbrush. “Talking after lights out boy, you know the rules.”
“Yes, sorry Matron.”
“I don’t know how many times I’ve caught you doing that and each time I have to spank you, so you’re going to get it again.”
“Yes matron.”
Mrs Reynolds sat down on the side of the bed. “Come here and get over my lap.”
David went to Mrs Reynolds and bent over her lap. Despite his size, she soon hauled him into position and commenced the spanking. She certainly wasn’t holding back and soon he was struggling against the sting of the brush. “I told you I was going to give you a good spanking,” said Mrs Reynolds.
“Yes matron, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”
“You’ll be very sorry by the time I’ve finished with you young man. I don’t expect naughty boys to keep misbehaving.
Smack, smack, smack.
“Oooow, matron, that stings.”
“Of course it does, this is a punishment, not a party.”
Mrs Reynolds continued to smack away until David’s bottom was well and truly roasted.
Smack!
“Ooowch, please Matron, I’ll be a good boy in future,” cried David.
“Well, just let’s make sure shall we?”
Smack, “owwch,” smack, “oooww,” smack, “ooch.”
“I think that should do don’t you, up you get you naughty boy,” laughed Mrs Reynolds.
“Yes, thank you matron,” said David, rubbing an exceedingly sore bottom.
“Now then, it’s time for this naughty girl to take her turn. I shall return shortly suitably dressed for bed,” smiled Mrs Reynolds.
David stood rubbing his bottom as he stood waiting. Slowly a warm glow came over his bottom which gave him tremendous satisfaction. After a few minutes, the door opened and in came Mrs Reynolds. David’s’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. There she was in the doorway wearing a pale blue shiny, satin finish nightdress. As she moved, it clung to the outline of her body causing david’s heart to miss a beat. He had never seen this item on the washing line before.
“What do you think of it?” asked Mrs Reynolds. “Although I hardly need ask by the look on your face.”
“I’m lost for words, you look absolutely fabulous,” gasped david.
“I thought it might put you in the mood to give me a good spanking.”
“I wish Cynthia had one of those,” said David.
“You’d better go and buy her one then, hadn’t you.”
“Yes I will.”
“So, are you going to spank me?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
“Oh, yes, of course,” said David, still unable to takes his eyes off the sensual figure before him. He pulled himself together, sat down and called Mrs Reynolds over.
She walked slowly over and lowered herself over his lap.
David picked up the hairbrush. He then rubbed his other hand over what looked like the top of two globes which was Mrs Reynolds’ bottom. The silky feel of the nightdress and the firmness of her bottom sent a tingle of excitement right through David’s body.
“Enjoying it?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
“More than you can ever imagine,” replied an excited David.
“Puts you in the mood, does it?” said Mrs Reynolds giving her bottom a little wiggle.
“Oh, stop it, I’m excited enough already,” said David.
“I can tell,” laughed Mrs Reynolds.
David picked up the hairbrush and…. Whaaacckk!! Whhaacckk!! Wwhhaacckk!!
“You’re a very naughty matron, you need to be severely punished,” said David.
“Ouch! Yes I do,” replied Mrs Reynolds.
Whacckk! Whaack! Whack!!
david continued to smack away at Mrs Reynolds’ bottom. The brush made a lovely sound as it connected with it and it gave a slight wobbled with each smack. “I can’t believe how lucky I am being able to smack such gorgeous sight, and how much I’m enjoying it,” said David.
“You’re not the only one,” replied Mrs Reynolds.
“It must be hurting by now?” said David.
“It’s getting that way,” replied Mrs Reynolds.
David pressed on and starting to bring cries of pain and kicking of legs as Mrs Reynolds tried to assuage the sting of the brush. After a long stint, David stopped. “Is that enough?” he asked.
“I think it’ll have to be, this matron’s had enough,” gasped Mrs Reynolds.
“I’m not surprised,” laughed David, giving Mrs Reynolds’ bottom a gentle pat as she got up.
“Cheeky,” she chuckled. She then stood rubbing her burning bottom.
“Thank you for this afternoon’s entertainment,” said David, putting the hairbrush down on the bed.
“The pleasure is all mine,” smiled Mrs Reynolds.
Although she was making light of the spanking, david could see Mrs Reynolds’ eyes watering. Now it was time to think ahead to bedtime and another chance to spank a naughty bottom.
Two days later and it was Mrs Reynolds evening out and Cynthia and David were alone. Cynthia sat her herself on david’s lap and put her arms around his neck. “What punishment have you got in mind for this naughty wife this evening?” she asked.
David thought for a moment. “I wonder if your mum has still got her cane?” asked David, knowing full well that it was still in Mrs Reynolds’ wardrobe.
“Yes, I wonder, it would be nice to feel it again, although not anywhere near as hard as Mum used to do it?” replied Cynthia.
“Why don’t we look in her room, It must be there if she’s still got it?” suggested David.
“Oh I daren’t, in case she finds out,” said Cynthia.
“She won’t know if we leave everything exactly as we found it.”
“No David, I daren’t.”
“Okay, I’ll go. If she says anything, I’ll take all the blame.”
“You’re braver than me,” replied Cynthia.
“Back in a minute,” said David, getting up and going to the lounge door.
Cynthia waited nervously, playing with her fingers. David soon appeared carrying the cane.
“Oh, you’ve found it, where was it?” asked Cynthia.
“Hanging up in her wardrobe,”
“I do hope she doesn’t find out, she’ll give you such a thrashing,” said Cynthia anxiously.
“Don’t worry, she won’t, I know exactly where it came from,” assured David.
“So are you going to cane me?” asked Cynthia.
“I’d love to, especially in those thin slacks that you’re wearing.”
“Alright then,” replied Cynthia, standing up. “Shall I just bend over?”
“Why not, your bottom makes a lovely target,” replied David.
Cynthia bent over and held her ankles. “Not too hard remember.”
“I won’t, I can see the outline of your knickers so I’ll do it over them.”
“How many?” asked Cynthia.
“Six okay?” suggested David.
“Alright then,” replied Cynthia.
Thwaacckk!!
Cynthia took the first and second without a murmour.
Thwaacckk!!
A gasp escaped from her lips.
Thwaacckk!!
Another gasp.
“How am I doing?” asked David.
“Perfect.”
Thwaacckk!!
“Owch.”
“Last one,” said Martin.
Thwaacckk!!
“Oooww.”
“There you are then, how was that?” asked David as he lowered the cane.
“Lovely, just enough to sting without hurting. Thank you my darling.” Said Cynthia, as she stood up and gave her bottom a gentle rub. “Can I cane you now?”
“If you like.”
“Yes please.” Cynthia took the cane from David. “Bend over.”
David duly bent over and took six from Cynthia.
“You never cane me very hard, do you?” asked David.
“I’m sorry but I can’t bear the thought of hurting you,” she replied.
“But I don’t mind,” said David.
“I’m quite happy doing what I’m doing,” replied Cynthia.
“If it makes you happy then it’s fine with me,” said David, taking the cane.
“Now go and put it back before mum comes home and catches us with it.” Said Cynthia.
Each week saw something different when David and Mrs Reynolds got together for one of their sessions.
“David, we’re going to do something different this week,” said Mrs Reynolds.
“Oh yes, what’s that?’
“I’m going to be matron this week and I’m going to spank you in the dormitory,” announced Mrs Reynolds.
“But we haven’t got a dormitory,” said David.
“Of course we haven’t. So what I want you to do, is go to your bedroom and change into your pyjamas and stand by your bed.”
“Oh yes, I see. This should be fun.”
“I hope so, off you go and I’ll be up to see you in a minute,” said Mrs Reynolds.
“Right Matron,” grinned David.
A spanking from Matron was something David had only read about once in a book. So he made his way excitedly upstairs. He undressed and put on his pyjamas and stood waiting by his bed. After a few minutes, Mrs Reynolds came up and went into her bedroom. Then she entered the bedroom carrying her hairbrush. “Talking after lights out boy, you know the rules.”
“Yes, sorry Matron.”
“I don’t know how many times I’ve caught you doing that and each time I have to spank you, so you’re going to get it again.”
“Yes matron.”
Mrs Reynolds sat down on the side of the bed. “Come here and get over my lap.”
David went to Mrs Reynolds and bent over her lap. Despite his size, she soon hauled him into position and commenced the spanking. She certainly wasn’t holding back and soon he was struggling against the sting of the brush. “I told you I was going to give you a good spanking,” said Mrs Reynolds.
“Yes matron, I’m sorry, it won’t happen again.”
“You’ll be very sorry by the time I’ve finished with you young man. I don’t expect naughty boys to keep misbehaving.
Smack, smack, smack.
“Oooow, matron, that stings.”
“Of course it does, this is a punishment, not a party.”
Mrs Reynolds continued to smack away until David’s bottom was well and truly roasted.
Smack!
“Ooowch, please Matron, I’ll be a good boy in future,” cried David.
“Well, just let’s make sure shall we?”
Smack, “owwch,” smack, “oooww,” smack, “ooch.”
“I think that should do don’t you, up you get you naughty boy,” laughed Mrs Reynolds.
“Yes, thank you matron,” said David, rubbing an exceedingly sore bottom.
“Now then, it’s time for this naughty girl to take her turn. I shall return shortly suitably dressed for bed,” smiled Mrs Reynolds.
David stood rubbing his bottom as he stood waiting. Slowly a warm glow came over his bottom which gave him tremendous satisfaction. After a few minutes, the door opened and in came Mrs Reynolds. David’s’s eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. There she was in the doorway wearing a pale blue shiny, satin finish nightdress. As she moved, it clung to the outline of her body causing david’s heart to miss a beat. He had never seen this item on the washing line before.
“What do you think of it?” asked Mrs Reynolds. “Although I hardly need ask by the look on your face.”
“I’m lost for words, you look absolutely fabulous,” gasped david.
“I thought it might put you in the mood to give me a good spanking.”
“I wish Cynthia had one of those,” said David.
“You’d better go and buy her one then, hadn’t you.”
“Yes I will.”
“So, are you going to spank me?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
“Oh, yes, of course,” said David, still unable to takes his eyes off the sensual figure before him. He pulled himself together, sat down and called Mrs Reynolds over.
She walked slowly over and lowered herself over his lap.
David picked up the hairbrush. He then rubbed his other hand over what looked like the top of two globes which was Mrs Reynolds’ bottom. The silky feel of the nightdress and the firmness of her bottom sent a tingle of excitement right through David’s body.
“Enjoying it?” asked Mrs Reynolds.
“More than you can ever imagine,” replied an excited David.
“Puts you in the mood, does it?” said Mrs Reynolds giving her bottom a little wiggle.
“Oh, stop it, I’m excited enough already,” said David.
“I can tell,” laughed Mrs Reynolds.
David picked up the hairbrush and…. Whaaacckk!! Whhaacckk!! Wwhhaacckk!!
“You’re a very naughty matron, you need to be severely punished,” said David.
“Ouch! Yes I do,” replied Mrs Reynolds.
Whacckk! Whaack! Whack!!
david continued to smack away at Mrs Reynolds’ bottom. The brush made a lovely sound as it connected with it and it gave a slight wobbled with each smack. “I can’t believe how lucky I am being able to smack such gorgeous sight, and how much I’m enjoying it,” said David.
“You’re not the only one,” replied Mrs Reynolds.
“It must be hurting by now?” said David.
“It’s getting that way,” replied Mrs Reynolds.
David pressed on and starting to bring cries of pain and kicking of legs as Mrs Reynolds tried to assuage the sting of the brush. After a long stint, David stopped. “Is that enough?” he asked.
“I think it’ll have to be, this matron’s had enough,” gasped Mrs Reynolds.
“I’m not surprised,” laughed David, giving Mrs Reynolds’ bottom a gentle pat as she got up.
“Cheeky,” she chuckled. She then stood rubbing her burning bottom.
“Thank you for this afternoon’s entertainment,” said David, putting the hairbrush down on the bed.
“The pleasure is all mine,” smiled Mrs Reynolds.
Although she was making light of the spanking, david could see Mrs Reynolds’ eyes watering. Now it was time to think ahead to bedtime and another chance to spank a naughty bottom.
Two days later and it was Mrs Reynolds evening out and Cynthia and David were alone. Cynthia sat her herself on david’s lap and put her arms around his neck. “What punishment have you got in mind for this naughty wife this evening?” she asked.
David thought for a moment. “I wonder if your mum has still got her cane?” asked David, knowing full well that it was still in Mrs Reynolds’ wardrobe.
“Yes, I wonder, it would be nice to feel it again, although not anywhere near as hard as Mum used to do it?” replied Cynthia.
“Why don’t we look in her room, It must be there if she’s still got it?” suggested David.
“Oh I daren’t, in case she finds out,” said Cynthia.
“She won’t know if we leave everything exactly as we found it.”
“No David, I daren’t.”
“Okay, I’ll go. If she says anything, I’ll take all the blame.”
“You’re braver than me,” replied Cynthia.
“Back in a minute,” said David, getting up and going to the lounge door.
Cynthia waited nervously, playing with her fingers. David soon appeared carrying the cane.
“Oh, you’ve found it, where was it?” asked Cynthia.
“Hanging up in her wardrobe,”
“I do hope she doesn’t find out, she’ll give you such a thrashing,” said Cynthia anxiously.
“Don’t worry, she won’t, I know exactly where it came from,” assured David.
“So are you going to cane me?” asked Cynthia.
“I’d love to, especially in those thin slacks that you’re wearing.”
“Alright then,” replied Cynthia, standing up. “Shall I just bend over?”
“Why not, your bottom makes a lovely target,” replied David.
Cynthia bent over and held her ankles. “Not too hard remember.”
“I won’t, I can see the outline of your knickers so I’ll do it over them.”
“How many?” asked Cynthia.
“Six okay?” suggested David.
“Alright then,” replied Cynthia.
Thwaacckk!!
Cynthia took the first and second without a murmour.
Thwaacckk!!
A gasp escaped from her lips.
Thwaacckk!!
Another gasp.
“How am I doing?” asked David.
“Perfect.”
Thwaacckk!!
“Owch.”
“Last one,” said Martin.
Thwaacckk!!
“Oooww.”
“There you are then, how was that?” asked David as he lowered the cane.
“Lovely, just enough to sting without hurting. Thank you my darling.” Said Cynthia, as she stood up and gave her bottom a gentle rub. “Can I cane you now?”
“If you like.”
“Yes please.” Cynthia took the cane from David. “Bend over.”
David duly bent over and took six from Cynthia.
“You never cane me very hard, do you?” asked David.
“I’m sorry but I can’t bear the thought of hurting you,” she replied.
“But I don’t mind,” said David.
“I’m quite happy doing what I’m doing,” replied Cynthia.
“If it makes you happy then it’s fine with me,” said David, taking the cane.
“Now go and put it back before mum comes home and catches us with it.” Said Cynthia.
Statistics: Posted by lisamum10 — Thu Aug 11, 2016 11:54 am