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.”
