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Part 4 of Julie, a hairbrush and myself

The two exhausted lovers fell asleep still caressing each other. Their exertions this evening had tired them out, Mario fell asleep a huge smile on his face, true, his bottom still throbbed from the exuberant spanking his lady love gave him, her passion reaching new heights due to Mario’s surprisingly excellent skills both orally and his talented prick. The spanking though hard was responsible for enabling both sated lovers to reach new heights of passion.

Julie had long harboured a desire, not only to spank the young man in her arms, but also to take him into her bed. Never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined just how talented a lover he was. All she knew was that she wanted him, not only to spank again but as her lover. The possibility of having a relationship in which she was the dominant partner with the young man was high. Mario was an extremely well mannered young man and having being raised in a home where his mom, a strict disciplinarian ruled ensured Mario responded naturally to a woman being in charge. She too fell asleep with a smile on her face having lost count of the number of orgasms she had this evening.

The singing birds awakened them, Mario became aware that he was not alone in the bed and as the realisation dawned on him that his companion was Julie, he turned towards the still sleeping beauty and began to gently caress her body. Julie smiled as she awoke to the delightful caressing. She looked around and realised with a shock that it was morning.

“Mario cut that out, we should never have gone to sleep like we did, I promised your mom I would have you back home by 11pm. Oh shit, Marta is going to be so angry with me.”

Her narrative was interrupted by a loud banging on the front door, Julie put her gown on and rushed to open the door, finding a very irate Marta standing on the doorstep.

Julie said; “Hi Marta what a pleasant surprise, I was just remarking to Mario that I should have called to let you know that Mario was going to spend the night, I am sorry I didn’t phone you last night.”

“That was most inconsiderate Julie, I had a bad night last night as a result of fretting about Mario…” Marta broke off as a naked Mario came into the lounge looking for his boxers calling to Julie; “hey Julie, have you seen my boxers…” Mario faltered and stopped as he spied his mom standing next to Julie, the look on her face as she took in his naked body one of complete disbelief.

Mario tried to cover his genitals but Marta stopped him with a look that said, “Don’t even bother to try cover up”. Marta spoke, “What is going on here, Julie, Mario, will you two tell me exactly what is going on here, why are there clothes strewn all over the lounge?”

Both Julie and Mario looked around at the scene of devastation, Julies bra hung on a lamp shade, Mario’s boxers lay on the coffee table and Julies panties lay on the floor next to the sofa.

Marta closed the door and walked into Julie’s sitting room, spotting the dresser in the corner on which lay her instrument of choice, a maple hairbrush. She walked to the dresser and picking up the brush, turned and sat down in the middle of the sofa and said; “Right, what have we here, two naughty children, one of which has no clothes on and I surmise the other only has her gown on. I want both of you, now in front of me, Julie remove that robe, Mario stop trying to put your boxers on, they will only have to come off. I am going to spank both of you”

“Come on Marta, you can’t be serious, You have no right to expect me a grown woman to go over your knee and be punished like a little girl.”

Marta got up and walked towards Julie and lifted the back of her robe exposing her bare bottom before smacking it hard, causing Julie to yelp at the sting.

“And these marks, who put these marks there?”

Julie had the grace to blush, “well we were playing last night and Mario well you know…”

Turning to Mario, Marta said, “Mmmm not bad Mario, You have been taking notes. Did you use this?” as she brandished the brush.

Now it was Mario’s turn to blush, He said “Yes mom I, I mean we were playing and yes I spanked Julie, It was playing mom, honest.”

“Well Julie was it a hard spanking?”

“Yes and No, Like we said, we were playing although Mario did get a little carried away with the brush. You seriously can’t be thinking of spanking me, last time I looked both Mario and I are adults, we broke no laws.”

“True Julie but you broke a promise to me, what do you do if your children break a promise to you, or don’t do as they are told.”

“Well Marta I punish them…” Julie fell silent as she realised she had agreed with Marta that breaking a promise regarding the care of a friends child albeit a grown child meant the same as if the child had being disobedient. With a shudder Julie shrugged off her robe and like Mario stood naked in front of Marta.

Marta looked at Julie and said softly, “Good girl, glad to see you take responsibility for your actions.”  Grasping Julie’s arm she led Julie to the sofa where she sat down and told Julie exactly what she wanted Julie to do.

Turning to Mario she directed him to the corner and told him to turn towards the corner and not to look. Mario nodded and without further ado walked to the nearest corner where he buried his nose into the corner and grasping his hands together he placed them on top of his head.

In the corner he heard Julie’s  softly spoken words to his mom, “Marta, please don’t do this, not in front of Mario.”

Marta’s  reply was louder and Mario had absolutely no trouble in hearing her reply, “Oh no Julie that won’t work, I was really worried last night, I came over here only to find you and my son cavorting around naked as the day you were born, I can only surmise that you seduced him, and looking at his bottom I see you spanked him as well. The question I am asking is did you spank him as part of the sex last night or did you spank him for something else? No you did the crime together and therefore you get to be punished together. Now you have told your children as well as Mario to do this, now over my knee little girl.”

Having no more arguments the lovely 35 year old woman lowered herself over Marta’s lap.

“Well well, what have we here, a naughty girl who seduces innocent young boys for her own pleasure after telling said innocent boy’s mother he would be home by 11pm.”

Marta, I can tell you he is not as innocent as he looks why…”

Julie’s comment was cut short by a hard spank directly to Julies sit spot, the sting took her breath away, and was closely followed by a second equally hard spank on the same spot.

Marta spoke as she delivered these spanks; “I do not recall asking your opinion young lady, furthermore I would advise what you say as I do not tolerate cheek or back chat and young lady until you have earned the right to call me by name it is Ma’am or Aunty Marta.”

Marta punctuated the last part by giving Julie several hard spanks that had her gasping and writhing in a fair amount of pain.

“Julie you better give Aunty your right hand darling, Aunty doesn’t want you to reach back and have me hit you on the hand or wrist.”

A muted “Yes Ma’am” came as Julie reached her right hand back where it was pulled up into her shoulder and with that Marta began to spank Julie.

Laying the brush aside for the moment, Marta started the spanking by hand. Hard spanks that quickly had Julie kicking and squirming, her gasps of pain telling Marta she was struggling to cope. Marta always aimed to have her children crying during the warm up, she expected the same for Julie, only once she saw the tears and heard the crying would she end the warm up before switching to her main weapon, normally her hair brush. She then used the brush to drive the lesson she was teaching home. With that in mind she upped the intensity and before long had the lovely woman across her knee weeping as the pain steadily built up. Of course a half dozen hard spanks on Julie’s sit spots caused the flood gates to open quite quickly.

Julie felt a whole gamut of emotions as she kicked and pleaded throughout her spanking, she had forgotten just how much a real spanking hurt and the little play spanking last night, in no way prepared her for the intensity of this real spanking. Like any other penitent child she kicked and cried pleaded and cajoled, all to no avail as Marta was not about to be deterred in her mission.

Mario could hear the sounds of the spanking but could not see the action, had he been able he would have been treated to the sight of Julie kicking her legs in response to the spanking, her legs flew open on several occasions and Julies whole vulva was exposed. Had he been able to see, he would have seen how Julie tried in vain to avoid the punishing spanks. The spanking went on and on, Julie began to sob now, great racking sobs from deep inside her as she experienced for the first time since leaving her parents home, the agony of a hard punishment. Her pleas had gone unheeded and she could not move, her trapped arm held her on Marta’s lap as her capable right hand lit fire after fire.

Marta paused and reached out her hand and grasped the handle of the brush, gripping it tightly she looked down at the sobbing woman across her knee and said; “Julie your ordeal is almost over, I want you to be a good girl and take the final part of this spanking in  the same way you have taken the first part.”

Julie looked up at Marta and saw the brush in her hand, she cried out “oh no please Ma’am not the brush, please not the brush.”

“Oh yes Julie, naughty children always get the brush on their bare bottom, because you have been so good I am only going to give you 12 spanks, then it will be over. Do you understand me Julie?

“Yes Ma’am, I understand.” Said Julie as she sobbed some more, the thought of the brush terrifying her.

“Hold on tight little girl,” said Marta as she lifted her arm and with a snap brought the brush down hard, keeping the same intensity she quickly delivered the remaining 11 spanks as Julie kicked and roared her pain for all the world to hear.

As Julie sobbed over her lap, Marta gently caressed her, soothing her and allowing the still crying lady to calm down. As Julie became aware of her surroundings once again she looked at Marta and asked, “Is it over, now ma’am?”

“yes my sweetheart, it is over. I would normally make you go and put your nose in the corner but in this case I will not do that. You can get up if you are able.”

“Would Mario have to go and stand in the corner after he has been spanked Ma’am?”

“Yes Julie he would”.

Well then I think I should be treated the same way, don’t you agree?”

“Alright Julie, you are right, go and stand in the corner, put your hands on the top of your head and push your nose into the corner, don’t you dare rub your bottom, if you do I will take you back over my knee for a repeat dose with this lovely hair brush.” Julie got up and scurried to the corner, Marta hurrying her along with a sharp slap to her thigh saying “Scoot, corner, now!”

Turning to Mario she called him to her side. “Shame on you son, barely home for a week and already you have made it three spankings this week, come on over you go.” As Mario lay over her lap Marta looked at his bare bottom and saw the red marks plainly visible, “Mario I see Julie marked you last night as well.” Turning to Julie, Marta asked; “Julie did you use the brush on his tush?”

“No ma’am, only my hand last night.”

Marta chuckled and looking down at Mario  said, “Well son looks like it is three in this week, well let’s make this one just as memorable as the last one.”

With that  Marta lifted her hand and began to spank, She knew that Mario could handle a harder spanking than Julie could and set out to make sure Mario was crying long before she stopped the warm up. Because of the fact that Mario was lying on the sofa, it meant his legs were lying flat  and that meant his thighs and the back of his legs were accessible to Marta and well within range of her hand. When Marta had covered all of Mario’s bottom Marta simply carried on southwards to his knees before swapping sides and heading northwards again. Mario bucked and kicked wildly at this fresh assault on virgin territory and by the time Marta had completed two rounds Mario was already in spankland. He sobbed, howled and cried as the tender flesh on his thighs as well as the back of his legs was set ablaze.

Mario found himself, no longer the highly trained self assured non commissioned officer, but a small boy and just like a small boy found himself reverting to calling Marta mommy. “Mommy, please I am sorry I was a naughty boy please mommy, stop, you’re killing me Please mommy no more.”

“No Mario I am not killing you, nobody ever died from a little smack bum, the way you are performing, one would think you have never been spanked before. Stop wriggling like that, you are going to need all your energy for crying.”

Several minutes and many spanks later Marta stopped spanking, by now Mario no longer tried to get away, he simply lay there crying.

“Mario, look at mommy son,” said Marta as she gripped the brush in her firm right hand, I am going to treat you the same as Julie, so you will get a dozen spanks with the brush.”

Mario turned his head and looked at Marta, “Yes mommy.”

He turned his head and prayed the ordeal would soon be over.

Marta lifted her hand and using the same intensity brought the brush down on Mario’s bottom 12 times. Mario cried out at each one finally he lay there just sobbing, inconsolable that his darling mother had to spank him again.

When Mario had recovered Marta sent him into the corner his hands laced together on top of his head and Marta called Julie to her, “Julie sweetheart, would you like a cuddle?”

“Oh God, yes please,” said Julie as she opened her arms out wide and literally fell into Marta’s arms sobbing afresh.

After a long while both women pulled away from each other and smiled. Julie looked at Marta and asked “Am I forgiven?”

With a smile on her face Marta said, of course you are forgiven, I have punished you and we put it all behind us. You are my best friend and you know I never hold a grudge.”

“No” said Julie, “you simply spank my bottom. Oh God it still hurts, can I call you Marta again now.”

“Yes you can, why don’t you put some clothes on and make us some coffee while I cuddle my son.” Said Marta as she looked at the sight of her son sobbing in the corner.

“Mario, my darling come to mommy,” she said opening her arms as Mario came towards her. She enveloped him in her arms and held him until he stopped crying. Once he was calm she sent him to get dressed with a gentle pat on the butt, saying for him to hurry as she needed to speak to both of them. As Mario left to get dressed Julie entered the room with a tray and three coffee mugs.

The two women chatted and as Julie settled down, she became more at ease, Recognising that her friend had something on her mind she spoke openly, wanting Marta to open up. “My God Marta you have a strong hand, I feel as though I won’t be able to sit for a week, my bum is so sore. You have something on your mind, what is it?”

Marta chuckled and said, “Well little girls who seduce other mommies sons deserve all they get. Seriously now I need to ask you to have Mario for a few days I have to go to Pretoria for a court review, my useless ex-husband is trying to take David and Grant away from me. If you ask me he needs a damn good spanking. It isn’t  fair on Mario but I need to sort this out. Also trying to keep you apart is not going to work and as you say you are both adults. All I ask is don’t break his heart, that boy is very precious to me.”

“I won’t break his heart Marta, I love him too, just not as a mother. Yes I would love to have him stay here, I will look after him, that is a promise.”

Just then Mario walked into the room and stood next to Marta, who turned to him and said, “Mario , mommy has to ask you to stay here at Julie for a few days, I have to go to Pretoria, Michael is trying to get full custody of your brothers. Julie has said you can stay, but I warn you, she has my permission to punish you if she sees fit, remember the old school rule, well it applies here too”

“Ok mom, do you know how long you will be away for?”

No Mario I think about three or four days, at the most a week so behave yourself, okay?”

“Yes mom, I understand, don’t worry, I am a big boy now.”

With that Marta said, I have to get going, it is a 5 hour drive to Pretoria and I must be there by 3pm so I will say goodbye for now.”      

 

Julie a Hairbrush and Me Part 3

I stood up and straightened my uniform jacket. Putting my cap on, I looked at Julie as she picked up the phone.

“Hi Marta, Julie here, just a quick call to let you know I have invited Mario to have dinner with me tonight. He has graciously accepted my invitation”

I could not hear the reply from mom but knew that Julie would explain that everything was ok and that Julie and I would be having dinner that evening.

The call made, I accompanied Julie out of the store and the two of us walked the short distance to Julies car. Julie threw the keys to me and I opened the car door for Julie, watching closely as she sat down, my eyes catching tantalising glimpses of Julies lovely legs as the skirt rode up her shapely thigh. Her skirt had risen up almost to the V of her thigh, exposing her panties. The view as far as I was concerned was simply breathtaking. Julie saw the glance and made no attempt to rectify the problem, in fact under the guise of stretching actually made her skirt rise even more and so revealed the sheer panties she wore. I walked around the car and got into the driver’s seat and started the car, putting it into gear before driving off, heading for Julies house.

Julie smiled as she watched me ogle her, I tried but failed to make it look innocuous I spent more time looking at Julie instead of the road and more than once Julie had to admonish me to keep my eyes on the road. “Just you wait young man”, she thought, “I am so going to spank you tonight.” As I came close to ramming into the car in front of us, Julie shouted a warning and said;

“Mario be careful, you nearly hit the car in front, keep your eyes on the road and your mind on driving us safely, Do you want a spanking from me tonight, because if I have to speak to you about your driving again that is exactly what you will be getting.”

The tone of Julies voice alerted me to my predicament, with a supreme effort I tore my eyes off the vision seated next to me and tried to concentrate on the road. I mumbled an apology and a promise to be more careful in future.

Julie’s retort made Mario uneasy and awoke him to the very real possibility that his bare butt was going to get a roasting tonight. Julie was very angry and he knew that when she got angry he was going to spend time looking at the carpet with his bare butt pointing skywards.

The thoughts running riot in Mario’s mind would have made interesting conversation. “Oh shit I am an idiot, why the bloody hell she left her skirt riding up her legs like that, I can see her panties and they don’t seem to cover much. What will I say if she decides to tell mom. I can just imaging the conversation, Oh Marta I had to punish your Mario last night, he was looking at my panties and ogling my tits. Yeah, mom will be right peed off and my arse will cop it.”

Thankfully we  arrived at Julies house without further mishap and as Julie got out of the car she said, “Well at least we got here safely, you young man are going to pay for that little near accident and don’t tell me you got distracted.”

A few moments later after collecting my scattered wits I followed Julie into the house and together we entered the kitchen where Julie sat at the kitchen table after first filling the kettle and switching it on.

 “Mario, be a love”, she said as I entered, “fetch my slippers for me, my feet are killing me, they are in my wardrobe.”

“Sure Julie”, I replied, turning to do her bidding. As I walked though the house towards her bedroom I wondered what was going to transpire this evening. Even though the thought of a spanking was not enjoyable the fact that Julie was an object of extreme desire made the whole situation highly erotic

I went straight to her wardrobe and picked up the slippers, they were of a simple design, cloth covered uppers with a rubber or nylon sole, on impulse I slapped my leg and was surprised at the sting. “ouch, that stings,” I mused as, slippers in hand, I made my way back.

I handed the slippers to Julie who took them and then told me to undress as she had decided to spank me for nearly crashing her car.

Meekly I complied with her wishes and once I removed the uniform I stood in front of her clad only in my boxers.

 “Come on, get over my knee, You have a spanking to come, don’t take all day.”

Ruefully I assumed the time honoured position every naughty boy assumes several times in his lifetime. Julie adjusted my position to her liking and once she was happy she started to spank me. This was the stuff that dreams were made of. The spanking did not initially hurt but like all spankings the sheer volume of spanks began to tell, especially when Julie concentrated on one spot for several seconds before moving on to find new pastures for her hungry hand.

A full five minutes went by before Julie pronounced herself satisfied and let me up, by then my bottom felt like it was on fire in spite of the whole spanking given as it was over my boxer shorts. They were not really boxers but fitted tightly and were made of Lycra. I was surprised because I was convinced she was not finished with me yet, sure enough once I stood up Julie told me not to get dressed as there was unfinished business.

“Yes ma’am”; I answered respectfully. I did wonder as to exactly why Julie left me in my boxers but as we stood in the kitchen preparing dinner I discovered the reason. My covered bottom began to itch, it was hot to the touch and the fire did not dissipate like it did when the bottom was bare. I tried to rub but Mothers have this innate sense that enables them to see out the back of their heads and know when their charge is involved in doing something they shouldn’t be doing. Julie never let on she had seen me rub, she simply carried on doing the job of preparing the dinner, only as she passed behind me one time she paused, bent over and in the process she removed her slipper, she then pushed the back of my head downwards forcing me to bend over and when my hands grasped the kitchen counter top she raised the slipper high into the air and brought it down hard on my boxer covered bottom. A split second later the second blow struck in exactly the same spot closely followed by a third and a fourth spank.

As she spanked she said “I do not recall telling you that you could rub your bottom, now did I Mario.” Before walking off leaving the slipper where it was next to me. Julie carried out the little task and returned past me where she picked up the slipper and delivered another four stinging spanks, this time to the other side cheeks.

“You can stand up now, remember rub and you go back over my knee for more of the same, only this time it will be with my hair brush, Marta tells me you really hate it when you get spanked with the brush”.

“Yes ma’am I will listen and will not rub.”

“Good, then I won’t have to use it then will I?”

We sat down to a lovely meal, well Julie sat, I gingerly sat on a cushion and yes I did enjoy the meal, even though my bottom was really sore.

The rest of the evening was very good, Julie had this thing about wanting to spank me again, this time she stood me at her side and then she removed my boxers only to find a very excited young man.

“Oh now what do we have here, this makes for a nice handle and I think we should go to my bedroom now.” Taking my member in her hand and using it like a handle to lead me by, she led me to her bedroom where she sat down after first removing her dress and then sitting on the bed clothed only in her underwear she grasped my very erect member and gently tipped me over her lap positioning me in such a way that my member lay only millimetres away from her wet sex, she then began to plaster very soft taps all over interspersing them with languid gentle rubs that only succeeded in arousing me further.

I squirmed and writhed in total ecstasy as a direct result of the incredible stimulation until with a loud groan I lost the struggle to keep from climaxing and blew up all over her lap. Fearing I had done wrong I said; “oh God Julie, I am so sorry, I have messed all over you, please don’t punish me, I am so sorry.” I tried to explain that this was a first for me, “I haven’t ever done something like this before, Are you going to punish me for cumming all over your legs?”

 She shushed me and told me not to worry as she had been expecting me to climax, telling me that now I would last longer when we made love. With a firm slap she urged me off her lap, , Julie walked to the bathroom and returned with a cloth whereupon she cleaned all the mess as well as my now deflated member. Satisfied I was clean she removed the rest of her clothes and climbed into the bed urging me to join her under the covers where I joyfully lost my virginity, guided by a few well placed spanks whenever I did something that did not please my beautiful friend, boss and now my lover.

Julie a Hairbrush and Me Part 2

PART 2

No spanking in this part as I am setting up the scene for the spankings to come, yes spankings plural as in more than one.

The week passed quicker than I thought and on the Saturday morning I dressed in my No.3 Summer uniform consisting of white shorts, white open necked shirt with my branch badge on the right sleeve, my rank badge on the left sleeve and proudly wearing my submariners badge on the left front of my shirt, White socks and shoes and to top it off my cap. After a quick photo session I left for town drawing admiring glances from the ladies and getting more than a few salutes from the army troops walking around the town centre. 

I walked into the supermarket and was greeted by a stunned and happy Julie who forgetting her position as warehouse manager ran towards me and threw herself into my arms, practically knocking  the pair of us to the floor.

Once we straightened ourselves out she peppered my face with kisses as she cradled my face in her hands. I think she was happy to see me. As she became aware of where we were she suddenly became rather shy and maternal as she scolded me for not telling her I was up on leave. Deciding that where we were standing, in the main store, was too public, she, to the delight of the shoppers and staff, swatted me on the bum as she led me through the store to the warehouse and her office.

Once inside her office she got her new flunky (same job as I had prior to finishing school) to make us each a cup of coffee. We waited for the coffee to arrive and then sat down and caught up on each other’s experiences over the past eighteen months. It was truly good to see Julie again and as we chatted it seemed as though we had not been separated. At one point I sat back in my chair and sipped my coffee, by now I was on a caffeine high and Julie offered me a smoke. I demurred and Julie caught herself and chuckled and murmured, “you don’t smoke?”

“No Ma’am I don’t…”

She started to ask me if I had ever smoked then stopped and smiled at me saying, “ oh yes I forgot, Marta caught you smoking once before, didn’t she?”

For some reason my bottom started to itch as the memory of that particular spanking came rushing to the forefront of my mind.

Julie carried on speaking, “ she punished you there and then not so?” She paused and looked at me as I squirmed and fidgeted clearly uncomfortable with the direction this conversation seemed to be headed

“Come on Mario, don’t be shy tell Aunty Julie all about it.”

As I heard her say the words Aunty Julie, my mind went back to the night this lovely lady had punished me for peeking at her lingerie and my face coloured straight away.

“Come on”, she continued to tease, don’t keep me in suspense, tell me now.”

Still thinking for the spanking Julie gave me, I stammered, “Please,  I am embarrassed to talk about it.”

Julie relented and said, “It is ok Mario, it is strange in this day and age to find a young man who doesn’t smoke, after all there is a lot of pressure on young people to conform to what the world want. I don’t want to make you anymore uncomfortable than you are. I’ll stop teasing you.”

“It’s not that, it is the fact that you like mom and Aunty Amber have seen me laid out over your knee. I suppose that this is a foolish reaction to have seeing as you already know I am spanked.”

“Well,” said Julie, “I know that Marta spanked you before you finished school, are you telling me she has spanked you since. 

“Mom was very  annoyed with me and as a result of that particular spanking I have never smoked since. Yes; the answer to the second part of your statement is yes, mom spanked me last weekend, not for anything in particular but mom saw that I was very stressed out, bad things happen to good people and it got to me, mom believes that a good stress relieving hiding does wonders for my peace of mind. It hurt a lot and yes I cried like a baby but strangely I do feel a lot better for it.”

Julie looked on in amusement at the unfolding tale, silent for a moment. Finally she stated; “ your mom spanks you because you were smoking and it is enough of a deterrent to never smoke again, so if I apply that principle to my spanking you for looking through my lingerie, does that mean you will never look through a ladies lingerie drawer again.”

“In principle yes, however you are not my mom and although the spanking hurt like the very devil, if the chance came up again I would be guilty of peeking through your lingerie again.” I said by way of reply.

Julie was kind of shocked, “do you mean that faced with getting another spanking from me you would still peek in my lingerie drawer?

“Yes ma’am, I would.”

“But Why?” asked Julie, still not able to process this bit of info.

“Well ma’am…”

Julie interjected brusquely “Oh for heaven’s sake Mario, you are an adult now, call me Julie when we are alone.”

Nervously Mario tried to complete his sentence, “as I was saying Julie, I think you are a very attractive woman and to be honest, I would like to see more than just your underwear. I ...”

Mario fell silent as he realised that he had openly declared his attraction to Julie.

Julie too had her own admissions to make but was hesitant to openly declare them. The young man sat in front of her was a very handsome young man, his physique had been toned and if at all possible improved by the rigours of military life. True he was still short having only grown a few more inches since she had last seen him shortly before he embarked on the troop train that carried him to the army base.

She had spent much of that fateful night wondering if she had done wrong by punishing the penitent kid so severely. True the following morning Mario had shown no animosity towards her and after speaking to both Marta and Amber she began to see that in fact her and Mario had become closer than before. True there had not been the opportunity to spank him again as he was always polite and considerate towards her.

She flushed as she felt a dampness form in her panties as she remembered the sight of the firm buttocks so red and hot as she spanked him, she remembered how as Mario had gone across her lap she had felt his arousal hard and insistent. True the erection had dissipated as she punished him but it was a while before the hard fleshly tube had gone soft, by then Mario was a crying mess.

Unbidden the thought of Mario bare across her thighs flashed into her mind and Julie pressed her thighs together as the dampness turned into a sodden mess. Her nipples reflected her arousal awakening from their self imposed dormancy. The soft material of her brassiere scratched her nipples causing them to harden all the more.

“Stop it woman, he is only a boy…” she thought as she looked across the desk at Mario sat there silently. “You are old enough to be his mother,” she mused yet the thought of Mario naked, his erection pressing into her thigh as he writhed across her knee would not go away. Then another more insistent thought came to mind, the young man on his knees, his red and sore bottom for all the world to see and his head buried in her sodden pussy, his mouth seeking out her prominent clit and sucking it deep into his mouth.

Julie abruptly stood up, her mind made up. “Come on young man, let’s get out of here.” 

Julie, a hairbrush and myself Part 2

PART 2

No spanking in this part as I am setting up the scene for the spankings to come, yes spankings plural as in more than one.

The week passed quicker than I thought and on the Saturday morning I dressed in my No.3 Summer uniform consisting of white shorts, white open necked shirt with my branch badge on the right sleeve, my rank badge on the left sleeve and proudly wearing my submariners badge on the left front of my shirt, White socks and shoes and to top it off my cap. After a quick photo session I left for town drawing admiring glances from the ladies and getting more than a few salutes from the army troops walking around the town centre. 

I walked into the supermarket and was greeted by a stunned and happy Julie who forgetting her position as warehouse manager ran towards me and threw herself into my arms, practically knocking  the pair of us to the floor.

Once we straightened ourselves out she peppered my face with kisses as she cradled my face in her hands. I think she was happy to see me. As she became aware of where we were she suddenly became rather shy and maternal as she scolded me for not telling her I was up on leave. Deciding that where we were standing, in the main store, was too public, she, to the delight of the shoppers and staff, swatted me on the bum as she led me through the store to the warehouse and her office.

Once inside her office she got her new flunky (same job as I had prior to finishing school) to make us each a cup of coffee. We waited for the coffee to arrive and then sat down and caught up on each other’s experiences over the past eighteen months. It was truly good to see Julie again and as we chatted it seemed as though we had not been separated. At one point I sat back in my chair and sipped my coffee, by now I was on a caffeine high and Julie offered me a smoke. I demurred and Julie caught herself and chuckled and murmured, “you don’t smoke?”

“No Ma’am I don’t…”

She started to ask me if I had ever smoked then stopped and smiled at me saying, “ oh yes I forgot, Marta caught you smoking once before, didn’t she?”

For some reason my bottom started to itch as the memory of that particular spanking came rushing to the forefront of my mind.

Julie carried on speaking, “ she punished you there and then not so?” She paused and looked at me as I squirmed and fidgeted clearly uncomfortable with the direction this conversation seemed to be headed

“Come on Mario, don’t be shy tell Aunty Julie all about it.”

As I heard her say the words Aunty Julie, my mind went back to the night this lovely lady had punished me for peeking at her lingerie and my face coloured straight away.

“Come on”, she continued to tease, don’t keep me in suspense, tell me now.”

Still thinking for the spanking Julie gave me, I stammered, “Please,  I am embarrassed to talk about it.”

Julie relented and said, “It is ok Mario, it is strange in this day and age to find a young man who doesn’t smoke, after all there is a lot of pressure on young people to conform to what the world want. I don’t want to make you anymore uncomfortable than you are. I’ll stop teasing you.”

“It’s not that, it is the fact that you like mom and Aunty Amber have seen me laid out over your knee. I suppose that this is a foolish reaction to have seeing as you already know I am spanked.”

“Well,” said Julie, “I know that Marta spanked you before you finished school, are you telling me she has spanked you since. 

“Mom was very  annoyed with me and as a result of that particular spanking I have never smoked since. Yes; the answer to the second part of your statement is yes, mom spanked me last weekend, not for anything in particular but mom saw that I was very stressed out, bad things happen to good people and it got to me, mom believes that a good stress relieving hiding does wonders for my peace of mind. It hurt a lot and yes I cried like a baby but strangely I do feel a lot better for it.”

Julie looked on in amusement at the unfolding tale, silent for a moment. Finally she stated; “ your mom spanks you because you were smoking and it is enough of a deterrent to never smoke again, so if I apply that principle to my spanking you for looking through my lingerie, does that mean you will never look through a ladies lingerie drawer again.”

“In principle yes, however you are not my mom and although the spanking hurt like the very devil, if the chance came up again I would be guilty of peeking through your lingerie again.” I said by way of reply.

Julie was kind of shocked, “do you mean that faced with getting another spanking from me you would still peek in my lingerie drawer?

“Yes ma’am, I would.”

“But Why?” asked Julie, still not able to process this bit of info.

“Well ma’am…”

Julie interjected brusquely “Oh for heaven’s sake Mario, you are an adult now, call me Julie when we are alone.”

Nervously Mario tried to complete his sentence, “as I was saying Julie, I think you are a very attractive woman and to be honest, I would like to see more than just your underwear. I ...”

Mario fell silent as he realised that he had openly declared his attraction to Julie.

Julie too had her own admissions to make but was hesitant to openly declare them. The young man sat in front of her was a very handsome young man, his physique had been toned and if at all possible improved by the rigours of military life. True he was still short having only grown a few more inches since she had last seen him shortly before he embarked on the troop train that carried him to the army base.

She had spent much of that fateful night wondering if she had done wrong by punishing the penitent kid so severely. True the following morning Mario had shown no animosity towards her and after speaking to both Marta and Amber she began to see that in fact her and Mario had become closer than before. True there had not been the opportunity to spank him again as he was always polite and considerate towards her.

She flushed as she felt a dampness form in her panties as she remembered the sight of the firm buttocks so red and hot as she spanked him, she remembered how as Mario had gone across her lap she had felt his arousal hard and insistent. True the erection had dissipated as she punished him but it was a while before the hard fleshly tube had gone soft, by then Mario was a crying mess.

Unbidden the thought of Mario bare across her thighs flashed into her mind and Julie pressed her thighs together as the dampness turned into a sodden mess. Her nipples reflected her arousal awakening from their self imposed dormancy. The soft material of her brassiere scratched her nipples causing them to harden all the more.

“Stop it woman, he is only a boy…” she thought as she looked across the desk at Mario sat there silently. “You are old enough to be his mother,” she mused yet the thought of Mario naked, his erection pressing into her thigh as he writhed across her knee would not go away. Then another more insistent thought came to mind, the young man on his knees, his red and sore bottom for all the world to see and his head buried in her sodden pussy, his mouth seeking out her prominent clit and sucking it deep into his mouth.

Julie abruptly stood up, her mind made up. “Come on young man, let’s get out of here.”