Friends And A Naughty Boy – Part Two

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Susan Jenkins could not be bothered to meet her old friend Sarah Hawks. They had been best friends since primary school, but Sarah was dull. She dressed in identical old grey tracksuits, never went out, never lived dangerously, and never had exciting boyfriends. But Susan had not seen her for six months, so she felt saintly texting her to meet. She had suggested the Beano café on the high street and was surprised when Sarah said they could try the new wine bar at 1 pm.Susan looked at her nails which needed some attention, then looked in the mirror at the old sweatshirt that had seen better days, and her hair needed a cut. Oh well, she consoled herself. She will look a million times better than poor Sarah. She will be broke, tired, look dishevelled, and she will bitch about how she has no money and how life is so awful.Where is that girl? She thought, looking at her watch at 1:04. One of those yummy mummies stood at the counter, her blond hair cut in a very modern bob, her silk cream blouse tied with a loose bow that fell over her chest. She was wearing a hold-up bra, Susan thought, brazen little hussy. Her tits pointed out so prominently you could nearly hang a coat hanger on them. Her skirt was just above her knees and cut so tight around her bottom that it was clear she was wearing a suspender belt and probably some designer underwear. Silk stockings and black gloss patent three-inch heels. Dropped beside them a Dior handbag. Bitch thought Susan.”Hi Susan, I got you a coffee. I hope that is cool,” the lady at the counter said.Susan looked at the lady, mouth open. “Sarah, is that you?””Hi, stranger,” Sarah said, slipping the coffee across the table and Sex hikayeleri sitting opposite her friend.”OMG, Sarah, check you out. Have you won the lottery? I did not recognize you,” Susan said, looking at Sarah’s vibrant lipstick and perfect makeup.”Well, I guess I have, in a way,” Sarah said quietly in a hushed whisper.”You look amazing, Sarah. What, then, a new job?” Susan said excitedly.”Do you remember Mark, the young man I rented a room a year ago?” Sarah asked again in a hushed tone.”Yes, of course I do. Twenty-five, and an engineer, and fit,” she giggled.”Yes, that’s him. Well, about six months ago, I came home early. I caught him looking at his bottom in my bedroom mirror, my hairbrush in hand smacking it on his bottom, and on the other hand, a significant erection,” Sarah said, nearly whispering.Susan nodded. “And you are blackmailing him,” she said, giggling again.Sarah giggled too. “No, I asked him what he was doing, and after a bit of badgering, it all came out. Mark used to go to London every Saturday and would see a mature lady who would spank, scold and cane him, and by Monday, Mark wanted to see if there were still marks on his bottom. When I caught him, he intended to make his bottom red and sore again.Susan nodded and then said, “And?” She shuffled on her seat, her pussy already getting damp.Sarah, again in a whisper, said, “Well, he told me that for two hours on a Saturday, she would spank, scold and cane him, no sex, and it would cost him £250, with a train ride and a snack it cost him £300 every weekend. Well, I flipped out. I said for £1200 a month, and I would spank him three times a week and scold him daily if Sikiş hikayeleri he wanted. He asked if I was serious, and I said of course, and well, that is how it started.Susan was in a state of shock. “And you have to have sex with him as well?” she said, wide-eyed.”No sex, even though I wanted to, but that crosses a few too many boundaries. We then had an earnest chat about what and where the limits were. Mark said he would like to cum when I was spanking him, and would that be OK? He was not allowed to orgasm in London. She sounded ever so strict, prim and proper. He orgasmed once across her thighs, and she nearly stopped seeing him altogether. He has a fetish for ladies’ panties and wanted to know if it was acceptable for him to wear them whilst being disciplined. Again that was not allowed in London. Regulation school pants for the boys, she insisted. All I could think of was £1200 a month; of course, you could wear panties and cum. He then said he would clean the house from top to bottom every Sunday and wash all my clothes, bedclothes, and hand wash my panties etc., if I did not mind supervising him with the occasional smacked bottom.”Susan nodded again, her mouth open, “OMG Sarah, you lucky bitch, I cannot believe this, and you have been spanking him? For what six months?”Sarah nodded. “But it gets better.””No way. How?” Susan said, still mesmerized at her friend’s story.”Well, that Monday afternoon, I had him in a pair of white satin panties across my lap. He was ever so sweet, I spanked him, and we had to keep stopping as I was not spanking him hard enough. After an hour of instruction, I think I started to get the hang of Erotik hikaye it, and I had his bottom and upper thighs bright red. He had hinted that I had a fantastic-looking large old fashioned wooden hairbrush on my bedside table that he said looked a perfect implement for smacking a naughty boy’s bottom with, so just when Mark thought he was happy with a good hand spanking, I treated him to ten minutes with the hairbrush. You should have seen his bottom; it was so red, I felt a bit mean, but he was in-between sobs thanking me for such a fantastic spanking. I felt thrilled, and a little turned on,” Susan said, aware that her panties were getting damp, retelling the story.”So you spank him three times a week? Are you allowed to touch his erection? Have you cum in his presence?” Susan said, firing off questions as quickly as her brain thought of them.”Well, that first week, I spanked him every morning and again at bedtime. He bought home a cane on Wednesday, and I had an hour of instruction on caning his bottom. I spent most of Thursday caning a cushion to practice caning harder and more accurately,” Susan said, chuckling softly.Susan chuckled. “So you get to have orgasms but no sex?”Sarah smiled. “Yes, after a good spanking and caning, he introduced me to what he calls thanking, and he licks my pussy till I am satisfied. I love it so much that sometimes I make him do it anyway. A little like this morning, he was late bringing in my tea and did not have enough time for a spanking, so I just had my pussy licked till I came. That first weekend we went shopping together, we bought him his panties, and he spoilt me with blouses, skirts, sexy heels, dresses and lots of naughty lingerie. They had a family changing room in one department store, and I spanked him in there. You should have seen the looks of the sales girls. When we walked out, he rubbed his bottom to embarrass me further,” Sarah said, chuckling.

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