MISS SVENSON
It was 11AM, I was staying at my mumís and Iíd only just got out the shower and dressed. The rain was pouring down outside and I’d resolved to have a lazy day indoors. I had my girlie mags and a wad of tissues at the ready as I knew no-one would be home until at least 3PM. Then came the knock at the door that would change my day completely.
I opened the door to find Miss Svenson, a family friend, standing there somewhat bedraggled in the rain. Miss Svenson is a lovely woman, a schoolmistress with old fashioned values but a great sense of humour. She is about 10 years older than me, and she has the most fantastic figure and stunning looks with long shapely legs and breasts that supermodels a fraction of her age would kill for. Her blond hair normally ablaze around her head and shoulders was now hanging in strands due to the rain. I realised I couldnít leave her standing in the rain but how could I ask her in with the girlie mags and tissues strewn all over the table where I had foolishly left them. I had to think quickly.
Hi Miss Svenson, come in out of the rain, I think you better go right up to the bathroom and get dried off, shall I make some tea? I said.
Yes, hello Tommy, she said, OK Iíll just go up and dry off and yes I could do with a cuppa.î And off up the stairs she went.
Relief, I thought, now I can get rid of the evidence, and the mags and tissues got stuffed into a drawer out of sight while I went and put the kettle on.
Miss Svenson was back down stairs in a few minutes and she looked as though sheíd never been in the rain, her blond hair swirling around her head and shoulders and looking stunning as usual. As we sat and drank tea she told me sheíd just come to drop some things off for my mum. I told her my mum wouldnít be back until 3PM but she said it was ok and put a package on the table for her saying she would have to go soon anyway. As she sat back she crossed her legs revealing an expanse of white creamy thigh above her stocking top and I couldnít help but gaze at the shapely legs that I was in the perfect position to see. Miss Svenson must have noticed me looking at her legs because she uncrossed them and smoothed her skirt down as she leaned forward to put her teacup back on the table. As she did so I was treated to another wonderful sight as her ample cleavage came into view once again. Sitting back she said, ìWell then Tommy, I better be off,î and standing up she said, oh, could I borrow an umbrella, I know your mum keeps one in here.î And to my horror she indicated the drawer where I had stuffed the girlie mags and tissues.
Before I could say a word she had opened the drawer and with a small gasp she saw the magazines and picked them up. She looked at me and must have seen by my face that they were mine.
She said, My Goodness Tommy, Iím surprised at you.î waving the magazines around she went on This is something I’d expect of a naughty little boy not a grown man.
I was so embarrassed I didnít know where to look or what to say, I just sat there dumbstruck.
What would your mother say? she continued, ìbut perhaps I shouldnít tell her eh? She’d be so embarrassed, perhaps I should just deal with you myself.
I looked up at her in surprise but she continued, do you know what I do with naughty little boys? I put them across my knee and give them a good old fashioned long and hard, bare bottom spanking. Yes, a spanking Tommy, thatís right, across my knee with trousers and underpants down, yes on the bare bottom.
The thought of me being spanked across her knee flashed through my mind, Iíd never been spanked in my entire life and now it was a very real prospect, but then no, Miss Svenson might have old fashioned values, but she also has a sense of humour, she couldnít be serious, could she? Well, could she?
She must have seen the look of incredulity in my face because she then said, ìYouíd better believe it Tommy, because you have been a very naughty boy, not just for having these magazines but the way youíve been looking up my skirt and down my blouse all the time Iíve been here. She was right of course, I had been. She went on, As you have been a very naughty boy I am not just going to spank you, Iím going to give you a taste of my old school strap before you go over my knee.
As I said before Miss Svenson was a schoolmistress and although the strap had been banned many years before she still kept her old one and even if she hadnít used it in years it looked as though I was about to find out whether she could still wield it as well as she used to.
Yes, Tommy,î she said reaching into her bag from which she pulled a long leather strap that split into 2 thongs for the last 8 inches or so ìthe strap, she said swinging it down on to the sofa, ìIím sure youíve had this before.
She was right of course, I had. At school the strap was traditionally given on the hand as punishment for various reasons and I had received my fair share before it was banned.
Come here, said Miss Svenson, drawing the strap through her hands. Sheepishly I stood up and walked over to her, I couldnít think of any reason not to, and I held up my hand to receive the strap. She laughed and said, ìOh no Tommy, not on the hand, take down your trousers and bend over the sofa.
I was horrified, there was no way she could mean it, but then DO IT NOW!î she yelled and I knew she was serious but I still could not do as she said. Suddenly she grabbed a hold of me by the belt, which she undid, then she undid my flies and pulled my trousers down to my ankles. She then pushed me into a bending position over the sofa where she held me with one hand on my back while she placed the strap across my bottom over my underpants. She lifted the strap high and swung it down through the air to land WHACK! across both cheeks of my bottom, she swung again and again it landed with a resounding WHACK! again and again, WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! a total of six times across both cheeks of my bottom which was now stinging madly.
She lifted her hand from my back and as I started to get up she said smartly, Stay where you are,î and I felt her fingers slide into the waistband of my underpants and she pulled them back, baring my bottom, ìnaughty boys like you who donít do as they are told deserve to be punished on the bare bottom, she said, laying the strap across my bare bottom, the cold leather felt nice and cool on the bare skin, she continued, ìIím going to teach you to do as youíre told and remember when I tell you to take your trousers down in future you will do it!î and with that she drew the strap its full length across my bare bottom and brought it swinging down through the air until it landed THWACK! across both cheeks of my bare bottom.
I yelped and tried to leap up but her hand pushed me back and kept me there as she said, ìOne dozen I think Tommy, to teach you to do as you’re told, and the strap came down again and again THWACK! and THWACK! onto my bare behind. My bum was really on fire now and I still had nine to go and sure as her word, the strap landed again, and again, THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK in quick succession on my burning buttocks. Only three more to go now and I was trying not to yell out or even cry as I could feel my eyes welling up but more strangely I could feel another sensation, I was getting an erection, but then THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! went the strap on my bare bottom and it was over, but my erection was still throbbing in my pants.
My bum was ablaze now as she pulled my pants back over my bottom, which she then smacked with her hand as she told me to get up. I stood up and bent to pull up my trousers when Miss Svenson stopped me by saying, Leave those alone, there is still the not too small matter of your spanking to be dealt with, you are not getting away with that so easily. So I left my trousers around my ankles and she said, I hope you have learned a lesson today Tommy and that when I tell you to do something from now on I expect you to do it right away, am I making myself clear! I nodded dumbly.
I couldnít believe that this woman, only 10 years older than myself, was talking to me like this after giving me 18 whacks with a strap across my bottom the last 12 of which were on the bare bottom and over and above that she now intended to put me across her knee and spank me! Miss Svenson carefully rolled up her strap and put it away in her bag. Looking at me she said, Well Tommy, Iíve given you a good thrashing with my strap but as you deserve I am now going to put you over my knee and spank you long and hard, come here.
With that she sat on the sofa and brought me round to her side. She immediately pulled down my underpants exposing my manhood, then slid up to the edge of her seat causing her skirt to ride up her exquisite thighs revealing a glimpse of suspenders above her stocking tops, stretched taut across her milky thighs. Over my knee! she snapped and pulled me across her lap, as her hand came down with a loud and tingling SMACK! across my bare bottom.
First SMACK! on one cheek, then SMACK! on the other cheek and SMACK! again on both cheeks again and again and again, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! while I squirmed across her knee. My bottom was burning but her hand continued the relentless spanking, SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! as she spanked me until I lost count of the smacks she was raining on my bare bottom. She finally stopped after about 15 minutes or so and what must have been over a couple of hundred smacks and she told me to get up. Miss Svenson then stood up and turning me around landed another very hard SMACK! with her hand on my bare bottom, ìRight Tommy,î she said, ìpull up your pants and trousers, and I really do hope that you have learned your lesson today, because if I find you misbehaving again or not doing as you are told I will have no hesitation in taking down your trousers and underpants again and putting you across my knee for another good long hard spanking.î And with that and a wink she put on her coat and left.