A Family Affair: PART THREE: Safety in numbers? - Sex Stories

A Family Affair: PART THREE: Safety in numbers?

... own pants and letting nature take its course. But now, of course, I had the late comer to deal with and so I looked over to the corner and called Kate over. ‘Half an hour late, Kate...... there can be no excuse for this behaviour and so I am going to beat you. You have a choice. You can have twelve strokes with the cane or eight strokes with the strap and six strokes with the cane. You will of course be thrashed on your bare bottom and you will bend over, legs apart and touch your toes with your bottom facing towards the class....... ‘ ‘I’ll take the strap and the cane, Sir’ she said, ‘and it will have to be on my bare bottom anyway because I’m not wearing knickers this morning’. ‘Why not?’ I asked. ‘Well Sir, when Heidi told me about class this morning, I got so excited thinking about it that I’m afraid I had to masturbate which is why I was late. My knickers are soaking wet in the car’. ‘For that you will position yourself over my knee for the slipper before the rest of your punishment’ and so saying I went to the cupboard and collected a very well worn ‘gym shoe’ with a wickedly thin and pliant sole which I thought would be more painful than even the leather soled carpet slipper which had already seen action that morning. I walked back to the front of my desk, pulled out my chair to the middle of the floor where the class could best witness the punishment, told Kate to get over my knee and pulled her skirt over her back revealing two peach like orbs and legs encased in ...

... barely black hold-ups. Reaching down, I fondled that gorgeous bottom before I suddenly remembered that this was supposed to be a punishment, but Kate reacted immediately by twisting round to look into my eyes and then parting her thighs to give me a good view of her pussy lips and arching her bottom up. Trying to get back to situation I was pretending to be in, I pushed the small of her back down grinding our genital areas together and started to administer the slipper. I gave her half a dozen on each buttock alternately bringing the colour rapidly to a dark cherry colour and then, because I could feel my self control vanishing, told her to get to her feet and assume the position for punishment with the cane. Giving the rest of the class, a rather triumphant look over her shoulder, she pulled her skirt half way up her back and with a sudden movement, bent fully over with her legs well apart and grasped her ankles tightly, revealing to me and to her friends, a pair of swollen labia glistening wetly through the parted curly fanny hair and a clitoris obviously in a state of high sexual excitement.... Bad girl! I had to get this over with as soon as possible before I burst my fly zip from my pounding erection, which I am sure was obvious to the entire class and causing much amusement and speculation. I picked up a long three tailed stiff leather tawse and standing behind her on her left hand side gave her the promised eight strokes starting from the place where the cleft between her ...