Mr Jones - Sex Stories

Mr Jones

... that was intense and quick, could the idea of being spanked by Mr. Jones have brought on such a powerful orgasm. For the next week I was consumed by these thoughts and every opportunity had me fingering myself to climactic bliss. I did notice as the week went on how Mr. Jones looked at me a little different, as though he was undressing me with his eyes but the tension only served to fuel my arousal as my young brain began to invent all kinds of scenarios with me and Mr. Jones in them. Mom was a little more reserved than usual as I could tell she was preoccupied in thought and I knew just what that thought was but I needed to get this out in the open between Mr. Jones and myself. It was Saturday morning and I had spent a restless night thinking about how I would go about opening up to Mr. Jones but I decided that I would just let fate take its course after I set the wheels in motion. I took my time bathing and of course fingering my kitty then picked out my favourite little summer dress and a pair of thin skimpy panties. The dress was short with an empire waist and flowed seductively as I walked, mom didn't like it because the design made it ride up over my bottom if I bent over at all but I thought that is exactly what I wanted today. We didn't have mail delivered on Saturday but I had saved one letter so I would have an excuse to go see him. Mr. Jones had a big smile on his face when he saw me at his door and as he asked me in he made a comment about my trembling hands as I ...

... gave him the letter. He invited me into the kitchen like he always does to pour us some lemonade, he complimented me on how pretty I looked today then said he did not ever remember seeing me in this dress. I explained the reason why, that mom didn't like the way it rode up over my hips to show off my bottom and he added that he liked the way it fit me and that I should be proud of my full round bottom, that made me blush considering the reason I had come to see him. Mr. Jones saw me blush asking me why I appeared so nervous today and I told him that I had something rather personal that I needed to clarify with him. He assured me that whatever it was, I could say and ask anything that was on my mind irrespective of how embarrassing I thought it might be. I nodded and then blurted out saying, do you think I am a bad girl Mr Jones, do think I need to be punished. He sat back in his seat and looked deep into my eyes for a minute while stroking his chin then stated simply, no, I don't think you are bad and no you do not deserve to be punished. He continued saying that bad and punishment do not enter into this; you are a good girl by nature and just need a little guidance and direction in your life. Do you need to be spanked, absolutely but not as punishment, a good hard spanking and a good cry will make you a more compliant young lady and give you a clear outlook on life. I sat listening to him finally understanding the difference then told him that I had overheard him and my mom ...