Thrice Burned Pt 3
Jeff had the weekend to recover from the painful strapping given him by
his aunt Joyce. Although Joyce went out of her way to be kind, Jeff could
not help but recall the severe way in which his pretty aunt had dealt with
him and he flushed with embarassment nearly every time she spoke to him.
How he must have looked! Upended over the sofa arm with his pants around
his ankles and howling with each lick of that wicked strap. He winced
every time he sat down for the next two days.
In school on Monday he was stopped by Ms Strickland who reminded him
that he still had to personally deliver a letter of apology to Margaret.
"She wants you to come to her house at 10 am sharp on Saturday morning
with the letter," she admonished. "And do not fail to show up or be late.
We could still have another little session in the basement, if you know
what I mean," she added sternly.
Jeff gulped and one hand involuntarily found the seat of his pants,
remembering the painful paddling in the school basement. "Yes, ma'am", was
all he could say.
So it was that Jeff nervously approached the farmhouse where Margaret
lived on that fateful Saturday morning. He rang the doorbell, letter in
hand, and it was Margaret who answered.
"Hello, Jeff, I see you are here on time." said Margaret with a smile.
"Please, come in."
Jeff stopped. Margaret was dressed differently. Gone were the frumpy
frocks that usually draped her powerfully large frame hiding the details of
her body. She was clad in tight denim shorts with a blouse tied in a
halter. This outfit revealed the fact that she had long shapely athletic
legs, voluptuous and a narrow waist flaring into wide hips. As she
turned to lead him inside, Jeff fixated on the jouncy cheeks of her bottom
flexing in the tight confines of the shorts.
"But, where....." began Jeff.
"Oh, my aren't here. They will be gone all day."
Jeff was relieved. He hadn't wanted to face Margaret's too who
were reputed to be the stern and rigidly moral upright type. God, if they
found out about his little prank he could never keep it contained.
"Down here Jeff", said Margaret, beckoning. Jeff followed her down the
steps to the basement. "We'll have more privacy here."
Jeff was wondering why they needed more privacy with her gone
and all when three of Margaret's soccer teammates jumped from a dark corner
and grabbed Jeff, forcing him to the ground. Jeff barely had time to
register the event before he felt hands tearing at his clothes and pulling
his shoes off. He was being stripped! Jeff was so surprised that he
hardly fought back and in no time he was down to his jocky shorts and
socks.
"Just what the hell is going on!? Lemme go! What are you doing?" he
yelled as he felt his hands being bound behind him with something that felt
like a nylon stocking. He had somehow been flipped onto his stomach with
one sitting on his back, another straddling his legs and a third tying
his legs together at the knees. With a chill he realized that this was
some sort of crazy thing. He wondered what they had in mind.
When they had finished securing Jeff, the got off of him. Jeff
recognized the three who were now regarding him with a mixture of
smirks and wicked grins. They were varsity soccer players. Julie was a
tall, fit athletic type with coal black hair and a slender, well-toned
body, Linda was a perky blonde, hair in a cute ponytail, with a stocky but
voluptuous build and Becky was a coppery haired of average height with
runner's legs and a taut figure. They were dressed for a day at the gym in
spandex workout gear that diplayed their pert teenage figures, leaving
little to the imagination. Margaret, sitting on the sofa, watching, had
the wickedest grin of all.
"Well, Jeffy, I've been reading your little letter. Very nice. But it
hardly makes up for what you did, now does it? You really embarrassed me
with that picture, and my girlfriends and I think a little embarrassment
for you is justified."
"OK, you made your point, Margaret. Look, I'm sorry. Uh...it was just
a joke. Anyway I'm sorry. You had your fun, now untie me."
"Not just yet ....Jeffy". She practically spat his name out. "There is
the matter of your punishment,...... right girls?"
"You bet, Meg," said Linda, "I really think Jeff needs to be punished
severely for humiliating you in class."
"Well, we have him all trussed up, so what shall we do with him?" said
Margaret, with a smile and a raised eyebrow.
"Lets tie him to a tree in the city park and pants him," suggested
Linda.
"Yeah with raw eggs in his hair and covered with flour!" added Julie.
"You know...." said Becky, "If I ever got caught with a like
that...like Jeff made, I wouldn't sit for a week."
Horrified, Jeff could see the girls' eyes light up as they began to
grasp the import of Becky's remark. He was kneeling on the floor now and
his hands, bound behind him, fluttered to his buttocks as if to prevent
what was being proposed.
"Mmmm.." said Julie, " now there's an idea. An fashioned spanking
for Jeff. Just right for a naughty little with a dirty mind."
They all giggled. Jeff's heart froze and an icy lump formed in the pit
of his stomach. He had already been paddled and strapped because of this!
But he couldn't tell these about that, besides what would they care?
They were bent on revenge!
"Well, Jeff any last words before we pass sentence?" said Meg (as her
friends called her).
"No! No...you cant do this...let me go!" pleaded Jeff, now clearly
panicked.
"Oh yes we can, Jeff. Good idea, Becky…. Lets see…," she said
pensively, " I think a good fashioned "over mommy's knee" spanking is
called for. And each of you should help. I know….you will each give Jeff
one smack for each year of his age, 18."
"And then", said Julie, with relish, "Meg will take over. And Meg, I
think you should spank this little until his hiney is good and and
all that naughtiness is smacked right out of him! That will take a lot
more than 18 smacks."
"Oooh yessss....a spanking for Jeff's little buns. How perfect!"
squealed Linda with delight.
"Ok Jeff" said Meg in mock seriousness, "ahem, we the Girl's Court of
Common Decency hereby sentence you to a good sound spanking on your cute
little tush until it is and you are howling like a six-year-old. And
may God have mercy on your buns 'cause we sure won't". And they all broke
down laughing.
"Girls, lets prepare the prisoner for punishment. You first, Becky. It
was your idea."
"Ok," said Becky, "We need a sturdy chair with no arms...there...that
one," she indicated, pointing at an armless chair in the corner.
"You seem to have had some experience with this," said Linda, grinning.
"I wish I hadn't," said Becky blushing. For if truth be known the
charming Becky had made many a trip across the maternal knee for well
deserved bare bottom correction. Not a month before her had
overheard her using a certain 4 letter word in an argument with her sister.
Mom's response had been to grasp her wayward by the earlobe and
march her right up to the parental bedroom. Once there the naughty teen
had been yanked across her mother's knee with skirts flipped up and pulled down. For the next five minutes or so the bedroom had resounded
with the authoritative crack of the maternal palm against bare fanny and
Becky's cries of distress and repentance.
Linda was no one to talk. She too was subject to corporal correction
when merited. In her case it was dad who dished out the lickings. She
remembered the last one vividly, bent over her own bed with her jeans
pulled down, and thin on display while her dad's belt had delivered
crack after whistling crack to her wobbling rear end until the lesson had
been learned. Now she was about to give a spanking instead of getting one.
And to a no less! The prospect was thrilling.
Meg too was thrilled, but for different reasons. She had deliberately
dressed provocatively for Jeff. She was angry with his prank and was
determined to teach him a lesson, but at the same time she found the power
a heady turn on. She had plans for Jeff. She had never had a boyfriend,
and circumstances had made Jeff a prime candidate. He could be dominated,
controlled. And he was cute in a little-boyish way. What delicious plans
she had. But she was taking a terrible risk. What if her returned? Her thoughts turned to the dark woodshed out back...and her dad's
razor strop fitted to that wooden handle. She was a big of nearly six
feet, but she was no match for her formidable who stood 6' 6" and
weighed 250 lbs. When he told her it was time for a trip to the woodshed,
she always meekly complied. For both her believed in biblical
correction for their child and it was not uncommon for Meg to be ordered to
the woodshed for some infraction such as "sassing". There her would
order her to bend over the padded sawhorse while he rolled up his
sleeves in preparation for the tanning. She had to prepare herself,
dropping her pants or gathering her skirts before assuming the humiliating
position face down over the horse. The strop was hung on a nail. She was
expected to skin her own down , baring herself while fetched
the strop. She never got the same number of licks. It varied with the
offense, but it was never less than a good dozen. God! how that strop
burned as it cracked and smacked against her full rounded bottom, every
time reducing her to tears and pleas for it to end. But it would not end
until Meg's believed he had given his wayward charge a preview of
the fires of hell concentrated in bands across her quivering seat.
They dragged the chair to the center of the room. Becky sat down.
Julie and Linda lifted the protesting Jeff to his feet and walked him over
to Becky's right side in the short mincing steps permitted by the hobbling
of his knees. As they started to lower Jeff across Becky's lap, she
stopped them.
"Whoa, girls, I think you forgot something," laughed Becky. Slipping
her fingers into the waistband of Jeff's underpants she said, "Every good
spankin' I ever heard about was applied to the bare bottom!" And with that
she yanked Jeff's pants down amid his shrieks and protests. Now....over he
goes."
Jeff was laid over Becky's knees bare bottoms up. She shifted him
forward until his buns were perched over her lap presenting a perfectly
aligned target. All Jeff could do was wiggle helplessly. Becky grabbed
his tied wrists forcing them higher up his back and pushing his nose toward
the floor. Raising her right arm slowly, she brought it down with the full
strength of her arm.
CRACK! It sounded like a gunshot in the reverberant basement.
"Owww..." It stung! "That's one Jeff" CRACK! "That's two" "Ouch...c'mon
Becky...stop." CRACK! "Three...how does that feel?" "Ow...it hurts....
cut it out!" CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! WHACK! SMACK! Becky started
to apply brisk spanks in rapid succession, alternating between left and
right cheeks. Jeff's bottom quivered and jerked with each hard shot. This
was nothing like the paddle or his aunt's strap but the spanks began to
sting. His bottom started to burn. Worse, he felt a tightening in his
groin. He sensed arousal as his penis rubbed against Becky's thighs. The
spanking went on. Becky slowed to give him the last few with hard
deliberate force. He cried out at 17 and 18.
The applauded. "Good job Becky," said Meg.
"Way to go girl!" said Linda
"He's nice and already," cooed Julie, "And I want to go next."
"He's all yours, girl," replied Becky, lifting Jeff with the others'
aid.
"Ohhh...my," said Julie observing Jeff's stae of arousal, "What is
THIS?"
Jeff's penis was sticking straight out. The giggled at the sight.
Linda batted at the hard member and it slapped against Jeff's belly before
bobbing to its former position. Jeff flushed with embarassment and could
only moan.
"Do you think he likes this?" said Linda. "I think you better spank
harder," said Becky, rising to allow Julie to take the seat.
"Ok, Jeff, back over you go." said Becky.
"Look, girls, I've got a handle now," said Julie grasping Jeff's
hardened penis and pulling him over her knee. "Here we go, Jeff, round
two!"
And once again Jeff was upended over a female lap, bright bottom
cheeks arched toward the ceiling in anticipation of another firm smacking,
hard penis nestled between strong thighs.
Julie spanked hard, with slow deliberate smacks. Each one left Jeff
gasping. She waited a few seconds for the impact of one smack to sink in
before raising her arm to deliver the next. With each one she let her palm
linger on Jeff's behind, rubbing it in. Although the spanks were hard, the
rubbing only raised Jeff's arousal level. The hooted and cheered
with each SMACK! of Julie's hard palm. The last two were delivered back
to back--CRACK! CRACK! and Julie was done. Jeff howled--- those last two
really stung!
As Jeff was pulled to a standing position he frantically tried to rub
his burning behind with his fettered hands. This merely caused his rigid
member to waggle obscenely, much to the amusement of the girls. Now it was
Linda's turn. The attractive teenager took the seat on the "throne
of chastisement" vacated by Julie.
Julie herslf was becoming well lubricated between the legs, for what she
had shared with no one were the naughty games of crime and retribution that
she played with her cousin Ron when she had been 15 and he had been 16.
Ron was dishy and an adolescent crush had impaired her better judgment. He
had come to visit...the street-wise bad from the city plopped down into
her wholesome midwest family. She recalled that rainy day in the rec room,
parents gone shopping, she and Ron all alone...and bored. He suggested
strip poker-- with a gleam in his eye…. And she, wishing to appear
sophisticated, agreed. Not knowing much about the game, she was soon down
to bra and panties, while Ron was only bare-chested. Knowing that the loss
of another hand meant losing her bra, she agreed to Ron's casual suggestion
that instead of forfeiting her underwear she could take ten barehanded
spanks over his knee. Like a deer in the headlights, she gulped and
agreed. She lost the next hand. She remembered Ron, grinning wickedly as
she stretched out over his knee on the couch, bottom jutting up, exposed,
the feel of his rough jeans against her thighs,…. the electric feel of
Ron's hand rubbing and squeezing her pert bottom and the ten spanks that
followed. It was electric. She had never been so thrilled. Each spank
was an erotic jolt. After each crisp smack, Ron's hand had lingered,
caressing her panty-clad rump. He didn't spank her hard, just crisply,
using enough force to sting her good without causing real pain. So it
wasn't surprising when Ron announced that her next loss would mean that her
panties would be lowered and she would get the next ten bare bottomed. Ron
lost the next hand, and lost his jeans. Julie had stared open-mouthed at
the obvious state of his arousal. And he lost the next hand. With a
sheepish grin and a dramatic arm gesture he directed her to sit on the
couch and he bent over her knee. Julie had been truly flustered but had
gamely swatted Ron's bottom the required ten times, all the time aware of
Ron's hardness pressing against her legs. She lost the next hand and Ron
had looked into her eyes, questioning, as if to say, "are you ready?". She
had nodded and Ron had pulled her gently over his knees. Patting her
bottom, he had whispered for her to lift up. As she did he had tugged the
dainty down to her knees. The ten smacks that followed sparked an
incredible surge of lust. She had never felt anything like it. Smack!….
Left cheek….pause….Smack!…right cheek….pause…Smack!…dead center….Ron
rubbing and squeezing her hot rear. It had gone way beyond ten smacks and
when they could no longer stand the erotic tension, they had tumbled to the
floor in a heap and Julie had lost her virginity.
All of these memories came flooding back to Julie in a rush as Linda
laid Jeff across her lap.
"Spanky time, Jeff!" cooed Linda, patting his hot pink rear lightly.
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Linda delivered 4 rapid fire spanks to
Jeff's bare bottom. "Owww….Linda…that hurts!" Smack! Smack! Spank!
Crack! Another 4 hard fast smacks had Jeff arching his back. "Yeee….ow"
Linda administered Jeff's spanking in these rapid groups of 4, pausing in
between to rub and pat Jeff's rear. The last two were given with the full
strength of her arm, one on each cheek. Jeff let out a howl. He
hissed with pain as the stood him on his feet.
"Well, we've warmed him up for you , Meg " said a smiling Linda,
obviously pleased with her handiwork. Jeff's buns sported two bright spank spots. His face was flushed. He sputtered , "Please no more. I'm
really sorry. I wrote the letter like they said….."
"No Jeff "said Margaret calmly as she took her seat on the chair with
Jeff standing, trembling, to her right. She looked him in the eye and
said, "I accept your apology, but there has to be punishment. Then, all
will be forgiven. But right now I need to demonstrate just how I was
by that awful you concocted. So…get over my knee little boy, and
we will discuss this ."
Jeff was thoroughly cowed by Margaret's stern attitude. At the same
time his penis grew harder as he stared into the sensuous valley of
Margaret's ample cleavage, revealed by the unbuttoned top of the thin
cotton blouse. As he tipped forward to assume the position, Margaret's
strong arms took over and guided him over her athletic thighs. She opened
her legs slightly to accommodate the engorged member then clamped them
shut. Jeff was helpless. He stared at the carpet, his legs dangling in
space on the other side, his buns tingly hot from the ministrations of
Meg's teammates. He knew the worst was yet to come.
Meg adjusted him to position his behind just right so that it was arched
up seemingly begging for her punishing palm. She raised her arm and began
to spank.
Smack! Smack! Crack! Whap! Smack! Crack!
"Ow…ow…ow…" wailed Jeff, shocked by the power of the smacks which burned
his hiney like a hot iron.
Margaret whipped her hand down briskly smacking Jeff's buns which
bounced and wriggled at each hard impact. She spanked him hard and fast.
Jeff started to plead. The fire in his bare fanny was starting to really
burn now. Smack!…Smack!….Smack!………… "Owwww…no…arrr…yeowwww….please!"
But the steady smack! Smack! Smack! Of Meg's relentless spanking hand
just continued. About every ten smacks Margaret would ask,
Smack!…..Smack!……..Smack! "Are you sorry now?" "Owww, yes, Margaret."
Smack!…..Smack!……Smack! "Will you ever do that again?" "No…no…I promise…I
won't…just stop….owwww". "You'd better not." Smack!
….Crack!….Whack!….Whap!….Smack!
Jeff could feel himself getting close to that breaking point. He was
going to cry if this went on much longer. He was already blubbering and
pleading for mercy. How could she spank so hard? Her palm bounced off of
his wriggling cheeks as he endured spank after burning spank. The watching were in awe of the power in Meg's blistering spanks. Each one
flattened one of Jeff's bottomcheeks causing a ripple before rebounding to
its rounded shape. His buttocks were a bright shiney red, tending toward
purple. The watching, eyes bright with excitement, were thrilled at
seeing a naughty get a good bare fanny licking, that was for sure, and
the musky smell of arousal was evident in the room. The tears welled up in
Jeff's eyes as the tone of his pleading turned frantic, and Margaret
paused.
"I'm going to give you ten more, now Jeff, and then we are done. And
don't ever play a trick on me like that ever again, ok?"
"Oh..yes Margaret, I promise, please not ten more…pleassse!"
But Jeff's plea was drowned by the sound of Meg's ten last hard slow
smacks to Jeff's rear cheeks. Jeff could only flutter his feet and cry
pitiously at each sonorous Smack! of Meg's open palm.
Tears were running down Jeff's face when she let him up. He was still
erect, however, which prompted hoots of glee.
"That was a hard spanking, Meg, but it looks like he still likes you,"
smirked Linda.
Becky and Julie laughed, "Poor little Jeffy, did mean aunty Meg
spank his little fanny too hard?" said Becky.
"Still not hard enough by the looks of it," chuckled Julie.
"Well, I think he's learned his lesson," said Meg. "You should
probably go, 'cause I'm not sure when my folks are coming back. I'll untie
Jeff and get him out of here."
The hurriedly agreed, not wanting to be caught with a nude
red-bottomed Jeff on their hands. As they clomped out of the house and
started their cars, Meg said to Jeff,
"Stand still while I untie you. Don't move or I'll get my dad's strop
from the woodshed."
Jeff obeyed. He wanted none of that strop. Did Meg get it that way, he
wondered?
When she had finished untying him , she commanded,
"Now I have a surprise for you, Jeff, but you must stand in the corner
and face the wall. Don't look !! Or I will get that strop, do you
understand?"
"Ok, Margaret, but haven't I had enough? C'mon…just lemme go."
"You either get in that corner Jeff with no arguing or I will march you
out to the woodshed just as you are and give you a taste of the strop on
that fanny of yours… and don't think I won't! I'm bigger and stronger
than you and you know I can do it!"
Jeff knew she was right. She could handle him like a 6 year if she
wanted to. He hobbled over to the corner wincing all the way and trying to
rub some of the sting out of his tortured rear cheeks. He dared not turn
his head but he could hear the faint sounds of clothing rustling. What the
hell was going on?
Finally Margaret said : "Ok Jeff, you can turn around now".
When he turned, Jeff could not believe his eyes. Margaret was down on
all fours on the rug and she was completely naked! The pose presented her
large curvy ass and her dangling in a wildly erotic tableau.
"Well? Isn't this how you imagined me for the you made? Now
you see the real thing. Are you going to complete the picture?"
Jeff couldn't believe his eyes or ears. She was inviting him to fuck
her! As for Margaret, this was the culmination of her plot, a hot fucking
from a willing but controllable boy-toy who could not refuse but to obey
her every whim. Why later she could even make him lick that place where
she pleasured herself.
At the sight of Margaret's luscious body and her glistening quim exposed
to his gaze, Jeff's hard penis gave a leap. Wasting no time now he walked
to Margaret and knelt behind her. He guided his rod into her warm moist
pussy. She was so lubricated that he slid in easily. Meg moaned. "That's
it Jeff, push it in. Oh God!" she said as Jeff began to thrust in and out
in slow strokes, bringing the head of his engorged member all the way to
the lips of her before thrusting all the way in again. She was
tight! She was a big girl, but she was tight. As if pulled along by the
tide of sensation, Jeff increased the tempo of his thrusts, his groin now
slapping against Meg's ample bottom causing ripples in the wobbly cheeks
with each impact. Meg, feverish with lust, was pumping her rear, impaling
herself on Jeff's hard pole with wild abandon. They came, nearly together
in a shattering climax, Jeff feeling himself spurting into her tight for what seemed like an eternity, Meg spasming in a paroxism of pleasure.
Afterwards Meg gathered Jeff into her arms and cuddled him.
"That was my first time. Was it yours too?" said Meg.
"Yes…oh God Margaret that was so good."
"I had to spank you first, you know that, don't you?" inquired Margaret.
"Come here, sit on my lap", she said, moving to the couch and taking Jeff
on her lap.
"I guess so…you were hurt, angry…I know I deserved it from you, too"
"From me too? What do you mean?"
And Jeff told her all about Ms Strickland and Aunt Joyce.
"Poor baby…but you know you should be punished when you are nasty or
thoughtless or deceitful. And I want you to stay with me. We'll do a lot
more of this", she said running her hand back and forth across his hard
shaft, which started to grow once again. "But if you are naughty we'll do
more of this!" and she flipped him effortlessly over her lap bottoms up
amid Jeff's meek protests and swatted him lightly.
"Ow…yes Meg…but please no more now!"
"Ok baby," said Meg pulling him upright and fondling the hardening
member some more," no more now if you are good. And to be good I want this
thing in me again!"
"Yes ma'am!" said Jeff grinning. "I'm your obedient love slave."
Yes you are, thought Meg, yes you are.....more than you know.
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