Sunday Spanklet - Fresh buns

Spanklet  (n.) - definition - a very short story where an individual is spanked or caned.
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Robert stood on the worn step staring at the hard cold wood of the door waiting for it to open, after he had pulled the chime.

His stomach was churning, he felt hot and cold at the same time and his mind was in a spin. He did not know whether to turn and run but felt that his feet were welded to the floor so he was obliged to stay put.

After a minute or so, he heard the lock turn and the woman of his fantasy greeted him, not so much with a smile but certainly with a welcome in her  eyes.

They both looked each other up and down. He saw a tall lady in her thirties wearing a mid length black skirt, overhanging low heeled plain boots and on top, a white blouse, fastened at the neck with a black shoelace tie.

She admired his thin frame and good looks. It had been a long time since such a handsome boy had arrived at her house. At nineteen he wasn’t quite a boy but he certainly wasn’t a man as yet.

The Mistress stepped back and Robert walked into the long hallway. The house was Edwardian with high ceilings and a coolness that came from the solid construction of stone. Without either exchanging a word he closed the door behind him and followed her down the corridor. The long cane swung gently in her hand, like an extension of her arm. When she stopped and pointed at a panelled door he knew what do. Everything had been explained in the e mail.

After a few minutes he had cleaned himself in the small downstairs lavatory and fastened his trousers back up. Washing his hands thoroughly he glanced in the mirror and smoothed his hair tidy. This was it, he thought.

This was how  he had decided to spend that small bursary he had won in his first year of college. He had dreamed of this for months and had finally decided that he should turn his dream into a reality. There was just enough money for maybe one such visit, leaving a little over to pay off a small debt. Money well spent he hoped.

Across the hallway he knocked on the study door.

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You’re a virgin I take it?

Yes, Miss.

A virgin with the cane and with sex?

Yes, both Miss.

We  will do something about the one but not the other. Do you understand?

He nodded.

Speak up boy and drop the Miss. You address me as Ma’am.

Miss is for young girls or waitresses and I am neither.

Yes Ma’am.

So why are you here?

To be punished Ma’am

And for what do you think you should be punished?

For cheating at an exam last year Maam, and also for being rude to my Mother during the vacation.

Both are unacceptable and you will suffer under my cane to make amends. But first I will spank you. You might think it is erotic to start with, you may get an erection, but I can assure you by the time I have finished with the hairbrush you will wish you were anywhere but over my knee.

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As he stood by her side he watched her quick hands unfasten his belt and unzip his trousers. As the Mistress quickly lowered his pants his erection sprang out and she traced her her fingernail sharply down its lengths. She looked into his eyes and could see the longing, the lust that rushed through his shivering body. The split in her skirt had opened as she sat down on the chair and her long legs were exposed from thigh to boot top. 

She knew he would come so the nylons would get messy, but that was small price to pay for the delight of spanking two such fine buns. As he stretched over her knees and wriggled his penis into a comfortable position, she did not resist the urge to stroke and squeeze the smooth white skin. This was going to be a pleasure she thought, an afternoon delight. 

If he took the cane well she might consider not charging. She would love to have Robert return at some future date and students were always so hard up for money.

With a smile she raised the long wood hairbrush in a high arc above her shoulder and brought it crashing down with a wonderfully satisfying crack.

He was still hard up in another place, but it would not last. It was going to be long and rewarding afternoon.