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Catherine’s Punishment
A Forty something mum is forced to submit to her schoolboy son’s friends
‘Ouch, please Sean…..for Christ’s sake, it hurts too much, please, you’re going to kill me, please stop!
Groaned the young schoolboy through tears of pain and shame.
The Gymnasium changing rooms at
The only other person nearby was Sean’s best friend, Tom French, standing by the changing room door to keep an eye out for any possible interference.
The reason for the boys groaning was that Sean, holding his hands behind his back, was, with his other hand, twisting his classmate’s naked bollocks.
Sean though, was not as yet finished with his terrified and tearful victim.
‘They say you can make people impotent for life if you squeeze their bollocks hard enough’ He said, twisting the boy’s bollocks even harder, making him scream in agony.
‘All you have to do for me to stop this is bring it into school, you were happy enough us to tell us all about it, weren’t you, about how you sat there and watched, how you would never ever show anyone else though,’
‘But it’s kept hidden’ pleaded the boy, his eyes filling with tears of both pain and shame.
Now Sean’s eyes were menacingly close to his face.
‘Well , that’s your problem if you don’t bring it to school, you’re going to get hurt a lot worse than this, every day!’ said Sean, twisting the poor lads Balls even harder, leaving the humiliated and tearful youngster feeling as though he would have his budding manhood ripped from him at any moment.
Eventually of course there was only so much of Sean’s bullying he could take, knowing full well that even if they let him go today, he would be getting more of the same every day from now onward.
‘Ok, ok………..I shall bring it to school, but you must promise you won’t go showing it to anybody…and let me have it back the same day……..please Sean!’ he pleaded.
Sean smiled then, looking forward with relish to the next day!
‘Oh course we will, after all, we don’t want anyone else to know about it Dan, it’ll be our secret, just you and us, just be sure to bring it with you, you little piece of dogshit or you’ll get hurt real badly next time!’
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In her Bedroom, prior to the arrival of her visitors, Catherine Dixon viewed herself in her full length mirror, pulling down on the soft cashmere jumper that seemed to cling to her voluptuous Breasts before smoothing down her knee length skirt over equally shapely thighs.
Catherine could not help but admire herself, knowing she looked pretty good for a forty something mother of two. The curves were more generous these days, she knew, but knew also her body looked all the better for them.
Catherine liked to dress up, never one for ‘jogging pants and sweatshirts, she much preferred ‘proper clothes’ and ‘proper lingerie’ beneath, although, in certain respects she was given no choice in the matter, the thought of this raised a little smile with her.
Given the age of her expected visitors and the purpose of their visit, Catherine wondered why she was bothering, after all these sixteen year old would be far more interested in girls there own age, than a married woman such as her.
But Catherine Dixon, being a former Convent
educated girl had, from her first days at the
As always at the
Feeling good Today, Cathy had decided on a powder blue rather daring set of half cup Bra, matching thong and suspenders with a pair of seamed tan stockings under her blue jumper and pleated white skirt.
Checking her long luxurious blonde hair she again wondered vaguely why she was bothering, after all she was only expecting a visit from two friends of her sixteen year old son who had, through her son, asked if she would be prepared to offer them guidance on their ambition to both seek a career in the Teaching profession.
Cathy herself had, for a time, been a Math teacher at a private school for girls. She wondered if any advice she could give would be relevant these days, but, with the strained relations she had with her son Dan over the past few weeks, pleasing her son had been foremost in Catherine’s mind, and so had reluctantly agreed to meet the two young boys on the first this afternoon of the half term holidays, although she wondered, whilst she checked the security of her stockings on her Garter Belt, she wondered what on earth she could tell them.
Suddenly the doorbell was ringing, bringing Catherine back to the present, leaving her Bedroom, heard the still high pitched voice of her son as she descended the stairs on her white high heeled shoes.
In the hall her sixteen year old son studied his mother with obvious approval before telling her.
‘Tom and Sean are in the lounge mummy, I’m going out, see you later’
Said her Son, looking at his mother in the rather anxious fashion he had been doing of late, leaving Catherine to wonder if her son thought that she was perhaps overdressed for such a meeting.
‘Oh, well, make sure you are back by five Dan’ replied Cathy.
‘Around seven or a little later’ said Dan, looking toward the lounge where the boys sat before walking out the door, leaving his mother to introduce herself to his two friends.
Catherine strode into the large lounge, delighted to see the two young boys immediately rising from their respective seats as she did so, pleased the youngsters seemed to be very well mannered young boys
‘Mrs. Dixon, how do you do, I’m Sean and this is Tom, its really good of you to see us like this’ began Sean. Especially as Dan told us you have such a busy and er disciplined life’
Cathy noted Sean turn toward Tom as he said this, wondering why he needed to wink at him.
Putting the matter to one side though, Catherine, ever the good hostess, played the part. Her young guests were friends of her son and she must look after them.
‘Well, it’s good to meet you both. Daniel told me you wanted to know as much as possible about the teaching profession, I’m not sure how much help I can be to you but first, Why don’t you both sit down and I shall make us all a nice pot of Tea.’
‘Sounds great Mrs. Dixon, but I’m sure you are going to be of great assistance us both, the Tea though would be most welcome, beforehand’ said Sean, strangely unnerving Catherine a little before she turned toward the door.
Behind her, Sean noted with young approval, the seams upon Catherine’s stockings as she turned toward the door, nodding toward Tom who, obviously enjoying the same spectacle, followed Catherine toward the kitchen
Busying herself with tea and biscuits, Catherine was surprised to suddenly find Tom, standing beside her.
‘Here, let me take this, Mrs. Dixon’. Said Tom, picking up the Tea tray Catherine had prepared for them.
Once again Catherine marvelled at his good manners as she watched the young schoolboy carrying the Tea tray back into the lounge.
‘Well then’ began Catherine as soon as they were all seated with Tea and biscuits at hand.
‘As I said earlier, I don’t know how much help I can be to you both given that my experiences have been solely at an exclusive private school for girls, you see the syllabus is probably very different to any you yourselves are likely to encounter.
Both Sean and Tom were sat upon the large leather couch dominating that side of Catherine’s large lounge. Sean nodded to Tom who then answered Catherine.
I think we understand what you are saying Mrs. Dixon, but surely all Syllabuses are constantly changing. I’m sure we understand that, what Sean and I are more interested in learning from you though Mrs. Dixon would be the handling of pupils in a proper classroom environment, you know, the way one would handle errant pupils, in the matter of discipline, just how far would one have to go, surely the question of deciding the correct punishment for a ‘miscreant’ is most important
Catherine noticed that Tom, whilst answering, had cast his eyes down toward her legs. Doing so herself, she suddenly realised that, when sitting down after handing around the teacups, her skirt must have ridden up.
To her dismay Catherine saw she was providing both youngsters with a generous view of her stockinged clad thighs.
Attempting to appear unflustered, Catherine pulled her white pleated skirt down toward her knees, only to redden in the face a little to find both boys smiling at her when she lifted her eyes back to theirs!
Thoroughly taken aback by Toms line of questioning, Catherine, still a little disturbed at having her thighs inspected by her sons friends, found herself almost stammering her response.
‘R…really boys, there is a world of difference between an exclusive school for girls and the type of state school you are probably likely to find in at first placement, I cannot see at all the point in even discussing matters such as those.’ Said Catherine, feeling more than a little anxious at the direction the conversation seemed to be heading.
Now though, it was Sean who took up the cudgel.
‘Really, Mrs. Dixon’ he responded, keeping his sixteen year old voice low with attempted authority.
‘Is it not undeniable that a Teacher can only function properly when he…or she of course…….has the attention and respect of the Pupil’
By now Sean was no longer smiling at Catherine but, to her disquiet, was looking across the room at her with one raised eyebrow.
‘Well, er, yes, I suppose so’ replied Catherine, feeling somewhat defensive now, wishing she had never agreed to see these two young boys.
‘And, so’ continued Sean immediately.
‘If the said pupil is either impertinent or disobedient toward the teacher, then that pupil must be punished, would you not agree Mrs. Dixon.
Catherine could of course see the logic behind Sean’s thinking, but was rather taken aback by the severity of his argument, especially coming as it did from a young boy of her son’s age. Not for the first time Catherine, for varying reasons, felt uncomfortable in the company of these youngsters.
‘Well, er yes, I suppose you’re right Sean, but as I said before, I really cannot help you with side of things……..If you’ve any other questions…….on other subjects?’
Said Catherine, then, she watched with surprise as Tom took a package from a briefcase he had bought along.
‘Well, we have plenty of ideas of our own to discuss with you Mrs. Dixon, but first we have bought with us a er, ‘Training DVD’, We would like you to explain to us the meanings behind it and then perhaps give us your thoughts as to its usefulness as a training aid’
Before Catherine could even answer him, Tom was walking across the room toward the T.V/DVD combo in the corner.
Feeling she was now about to be on much firmer ground, Catherine told Tom she was quite happy to watch the DVD with them and comment as appropriate, she was soon rewarded by beaming smiles from both boys as she watched Tom insert the Disc into the DVD player before returning to his seat upon the large Sofa.
The TV screen came to life, after a short period of fuzz; a woman appeared on the screen, slowly walking toward the camera.
‘What the…………….of my God, what is…….where did’!
Exclaimed Catherine Dixon.
Jumping up from her seat Catherine darted across the room toward the DVD player to stop and eject the disk.
Bending down though she was suddenly stopped as four strong young arms took each of hers. Almost effortlessly the two youngsters walked Catherine backwards. Her legs came into contact with the Sofa and she found herself lowered to a sitting position as, either side of her, Sean and Tom pulled her gently down between them.
‘Please……’ stammered Catherine, ‘Please, stop this, I don’t know where you got hold of that but for heavens sake take it out now!’ She cried whilst vainly attempting to loosen the grip the boys had upon her arms.
In response to her struggle Sean and Tom sat closer either side of Catherine so the three bodies were almost squashed together. Either side of Catherine, the boys linked one arm under hers, grasping and holding each of her hands, leaving Catherine trapped and immobile between them.
‘Look you monsters, if you don’t let go I shall call………’
‘Who will you call Mrs Dixon, we have all seen the DVD’ interrupted Sean, a reminder to Catherine, who then looked back at the TV screen in palpable horror as Sean continued.
‘I suppose you could call Dan, let him watch it with us, would you like that?’
‘Oh no! Dear God, no!’ Whispered Caroline, absolutely mortified by the very idea of her Son viewing this DVD.
‘So you going to sit here together and watch the DVD with us, Mrs. Dixon. And no more naughtiness!’
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The woman on the DVD stopped before the Camera, wearing a button down knee length dress, high heeled shoes and dark stockings; she held a large thick hardback heavy book in her small hands.
‘Get the book on your head’ said a strong male voice over the DVD.
Without answering, the Woman slowly and carefully placed the book upon her head, straightening her posture whilst doing so to balance the book before allowing her arms to hang by her side.
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‘Please…………please……….stop this, please don’t make me watch it’
Pleaded Catherine Dixon, able only to move her head, so completely trapped was she by the strong young arms holding her.
‘But its only just started Mrs. Dixon’ replied Tom.
‘And remember, you did agree to watch it with us, and you must agree it’s an excellent training DVD, Mrs. Dixon.
‘Oh God’ sobbed Catherine, knowing she had no alternative but to sit there and watch.
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‘Now take off the Dress’ ordered the same voice.
Again, without reply, the Woman obeyed. Slowly and cautiously, mindful of the heavy book balancing upon her head, she undid each button on the dress until the garment fell in two halves about her sides to reveal a delicious set of sheer black see through lingerie, bra, thong, stockings and suspenders.
Carefully the woman managed to peel each side of her dress over and off of her shoulders until the garment fell to a loose heap around her ankles.
Without smiling the woman looked back to the Camera.
‘Now the Bra’ again the same male voice barked the order.
This time it seemed much more difficult for the woman and the heavy book wobbled a little as, complying with her instruction, she made to reach behind to locate her bra clasp.
Again and with great care the woman succeeded in carry out her given task and, crossing her arms diagonally over her breasts, slowly and deliberately she slipped the black bra straps over her shoulders and down her arms. Having done this she then allowed her arms to dangle once again at her sides. Slowly the Sheer Black Bra fluttered down, falling away from her breasts before dropping off her body to meet the dress already by her feet.
The Woman’s breasts were now in full view. How magnificent they were, full, proud and erect and no sign of any droop, they were a tanned and stunning 36C without a bikini line and topped off with large dark red aureoles with huge hardened nipples.
Catherine looked in dismay at the DVD and then, to her horror saw that Toms spare hand had moved down and was now openly rubbing his crotch.
‘please…………please……….stop this now and I will keep this to myself, no one need know about it’ sobbed Catherine, struggling to free herself from the grip of the two strong boys.
Tom though, simply squeezed harder on Catherine’s hand whilst continuing to rub his crotch.
‘Really Mrs. Dixon’ he told her. ‘You are being very disobedient, you can tell whomever you wish, Sean and I won’t stop you, but you are going to sit with us and watch until the end and then you will be punished for your rebellious attitude!’
In her despair Catherine noticed Sean was also rubbing his own crotch.
‘Oh god, please, please, make them stop this’ she sobbed in her helpless misery.
The woman on the DVD now stood; hands by her side listening to the male voice telling her she must now remove her black thong.
This task though was to prove the most difficult if she were to keep the book balanced upon her head.
With obvious practice the woman, her breasts rising and falling delightfully, slipped fingers into the tiny waistband. Slowly, on both hips her fingers eased the tiny garment down as far as her arms could reach. Then, keeping her back ramrod straight, she lifted one knee, then the other, each time slipping the tiny thong further down her legs. Then disaster! The book began to wobble upon her head just as the woman lifted her second knee. No amount of correction could stop the wobble and eventually the heavy book slipped from her head top the floor.
Now the woman stood all but naked, but minus the book.
‘Well, you have failed to obey my instructions, have you not?’ said the male voice.
‘Yes Sir’ was all the woman said, now facing the camera again, this time though with hands upon her head and her legs spread wide enough to display a well trimmed thatch of blonde pubic hair.
‘And what happens when you disobey my instructions’?
‘I am punished Sir’
‘You agree you deserve to be punished?
‘Yes Sir, I deserve my punishment’
‘Bring me the implement of punishment in the correct manner then’
The naked woman dropped to her hands and knees.
The Camera followed her progress crawling across the room giving a delicious view of her swaying buttocks.
She halted by a coffee table. From this table she then took, between her teeth, a thin Cane, holding it there whilst she place her hands upon the coffee table, retaining her kneeling position.
Catherine became aware of Sean squeezing her hand tightly whilst he intently watched the DVD. She could not help but observe an erection pushing firmly against his trousers whilst he continued to rub himself.
Every continuing section of the DVD increased her misery, would they make her ‘explain the meaning of it’ Catherine dreaded the thought of that even more than she dreaded having to watch the rest of the DVD.
The Camera was now panning around so that it gave a sideways on view of the woman leaning over the coffee table. In her kneeling position her lovely Breasts now hung delightfully straight down until the nipple almost touched the table top. Then the Camera moved on to show the woman holding the cane in between her teeth. Then finally the Camera was showing her kneeling stocking clad legs, the dark tops in contrast to her whiter thighs, her delicious naked bottom. Firm and proud and finally a glimpse of blonde pubic hair courtesy of slightly parted legs.
Then the DVD showed a hand reaching down to remove the cane from between the woman’s teeth!
‘So Mrs. Dixon’ said Tom to the embarrassed and humiliated Teacher.
‘Time to see the actual punishment’
Catherine could find no answer; all she could do was pray her nightmare would soon be over, hoping these young brutes go once they had finished inflicting this misery and humiliation upon her.
Suddenly the Camera had moved again. Now it was showing the woman from behind, but at an angle allowing the viewer to view all of the Woman’s lovely body. Then the Cane was touching her bottom.
‘I shall be awarding the miscreant twelve strokes of the cane’ the male voice again.
‘The miscreant will count each one aloud and then ask for her punishment to continue. After the punishment has been completed the miscreant shall express her thanks to me in the appropriate manner’!
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Catherine suddenly began struggling violently and it took all four arms to hold her in place.
‘Let me go!’ she shouted at them. ‘Let me go you horrible brutes’! I won’t sit here and be forced to watch any more of this!
‘Really Mrs. Dixon, what a way for you to behave’ said Tom with all the severity his young years could muster, whilst, with the remote control, pausing the DVD.
‘We came hoping you would give us some advice, but, here we are, having to restrain you Mrs. Dixon, she really should be punished hard for this Sean, probably twenty four strokes of the cane!
Suddenly Tom reached into his bag, producing a cane similar to that shown on the DVD.
‘NO!.........please no’ pleaded Catherine. ‘I couldn’t take it, please don’t use that on me!
‘Well then, its up to you Mrs. Dixon, if you behave and apologise to us for your behaviour, then perhaps we can reduce the severity of your forthcoming punishment Mrs. Dixon, but only IF you behave’
‘Ok. Please, I’m sorry, I shall be good, but please don’t give me that cane!
‘Well then Tom, if Mrs. Dixon really does intend to behave herself then I think she should show us some good intent, I really think she should remove her Jumper for us!’
‘Oh no! Please, no’ pleaded Catherine.
‘The Cane it will be then, Tom’ said Sean.
Miserably Catherine admitted defeat; with no hope of escape she knew there would be no way could she endure as many as twenty four strokes of that awful looking Cane!
‘Ok………ok, I’ll do it’ she sobbed.
That’s more like it Mrs. Dixon , But you must promise to be a good girl, then we shall let go your arms just long enough for you to remove your jumper, but I warn you, any attempt to jump up will only mean extra strokes of the cane!’ Said Sean, looking across Catherine’s body at his best friend.
Catherine took a long deep breath, knowing these boys were waiting for her answer.
‘Ok.ok. I promise’
‘Really? Exactly what do you promise Mrs. Dixon?’ said Tom.
I…………I promise to be a………..a good girl’ said Catherine, totally mortified at having to tell these young boys she would be a ‘Good Girl’
Catherine Dixon sat between the two sixteen year old boys, wishing her heavy breathing would cease, thereby stopping her huge breasts from rising and falling in such a wanton fashion!.
Without her Jumper, Catherine’s Breasts, almost complelty exposed, her nipples, only just covered by the flimsy material of her Powder Blue half cup bra, were now gloriously revealed to the two young boys sitting either side of her, arms and hands once again linked to hers.
Catherine, after telling the boys she would be a ‘good girl’ had been told to stand in front of them and then to slowly remove her Jumper.
Knowing she would never make it to the door before they caught her, Catherine dejectedly removed the Jumper in full view of admiring eyes until she stood unhappily before them, her beautiful Breasts all but naked to their lustful admiration.
‘Wow, I bet they are an incredible pair of Tits, Mrs. Dixon, you really are as gorgeous as we thought you would be, isn’t she Sean?’
Whilst Sean nodded and voiced his agreement, Catherine didn’t know whether she ought to be proud or angry at the boy’s complimentary appraisal of her Breasts, an even closer appraisal now that she was sat between them again.
‘I’m pleased you really were a good girl Mrs. Dixon’ said Sean, making Catherine once again liken herself to a naughty child being rewarded. ‘I think Tom; we should reduce Mrs. Dixons forthcoming punishment accordingly, should we not?’
‘Forthcoming punishment’? Catherine realised they still did intend to carry out their threat to ‘punish her’.
‘Please, boys, don’t use that cane on me’ she sobbed.
‘Oh, come on Mrs. Dixon, its not that bad, after all, you took a good twelve strokes on the DVD, did you not, would you like me to carry on playing it for you, to remind you?’ said Sean, whilst placing his spare arm around Catherine’s shoulders, his fingers slipping her Bra strap from her shoulder down to her elbow.
‘And, if you really do intend to keep your promise to be a good girl for us then we may even reduce your punishment to 18 strokes’ interjected Tom. ‘Yes Tom’ Agreed Sean, ‘but only if Mrs. Dixon is more obedient toward us and removes her skirt next I think, come on, up you get Mrs. Dixon’
As one, the two lad lads stood, Catherine, hands and arms trapped in theirs, was pulled up from the couch and positioned a little further away. Satisfied, the lads slumped back down again.
Catherine, shamed and humiliated, stood before the two boys knowing she really had no option but to comply with them, especially when Sean began flexing that awful cane. Twelve light strokes from a loving husband was one thing, but the thought of 24 from these brutes was quite another.
‘Remember Mrs. Dixon,’ said Sean with all the severity he could muster.
‘You are now on your honour, remove your skirt,, then Mrs. Dixon you are to place your hands upon your head, failure to do so will result in your punishment being doubled!’
Catherine, standing there in the white pleated skirt and powder blue Bra was truly stunned by Sean’s domineering attitude, and realised any disrespect from her would indeed result in more punishment and the thought of them doubling her punishment was too awful to even contemplate. So Catherine was determined to win them both over, hopefully get them to reduce the threat of those18 strokes of the cane even further, even if it did mean having to humiliate herself further by having to remove her skirt.
So, with a trembling sob, Catherine slowly unzipped the pleated skirt and eventually allowed it the fall into a pool of linen around her ankles, only then, as the two boys whistled there surprise and appreciation , did Catherine remember she was wearing the Garter belt and tan stockings along with the tiniest of thongs!
Still though, the submissive within Catherine surfaced briefly and, almost arrogantly, she placed her hands upon her head as instructed, bizarrely, proud that the two young boys were so attracted to her!.
Both Sean and Tom were ecstatic; neither had really expected their strategy for subduing Catherine Dixon would be so easily achieved. As they sat and admired the lingerie clad mature beauty standing so submissively before them they looked at each other in ecstatic agreement that the first part of their plans for her were going so well.
Both boys had lusted after Catherine since first seeing her with Dan on parent’s day whilst she had wondered around the school with her son
. Catherine with her long flowing blonde hair and wearing a light summer dress, her long slim legs tripping lightly across the school hall was, to Sean and Tom, the height of perfection, and to Sean especially, the object of sexual desire he had been longing for.
In short, neither Sean nor Tom were interested in giggling young girls their own age and saw Catherine Dixon as the ideal subject of their desire to dominate an older woman.
Deliberately they befriended her Son Dan, who being younger and smaller than the twp 16 year old, took to them as friends and protectors, readily giving his new friends all they wanted to know about his home life protectors that is until that is, he stupidly told them about the DVD he had found whilst sneaking a look in his mothers lingerie drawers, of how it showed what he had long suspected, his Mother and Father playing wicked games with Canes and sexy clothes.
His words had given Sean an instant erection. Day and night he lusted and masturbated over Dan’s gorgeous Mother and now the stupid little fucker had given him just what he needed to make Dan’s mother crawl before him, as his very own slave bitch!
All he needed now was to convince Tom of how easy it would all be, once they got hold of that DVD.
Standing before Sean and Tom Hands on head, looking exquisite in her powder blue Bra, Thong, Garters and tan stockings, Catherine Dixon tried to look anywhere but at the two young boys, as, mortified, she heard Sean telling her to sit between them once again.
‘Good Girl’ said Sean, patting Cathy’s naked thigh. ‘Now then Tom, lets watch Mrs. Dixon getting her punishment’
Squeezed on the sofa between the two boys, Sean’s arm encircled Catherine’s shoulders, whilst both boys placed a hand upon each of her stocking tops. At least though, Catherine was able to place her hands over her thong covered crotch, Catherine watched in growing dismay as the TV screen lit up once again when Tom pressed the remote with his spare hand.
Suddenly, on the screen, a thin whippy cane descended upon the woman’s bottom.
A gasp, then a little moan, her body was shaking to the sudden pain, but the woman remained bent over the coffee table and, from the sofa, Catherine, humiliatingly trapped half naked upon the sofa by her young tormentors, anxiously watched a red weal slowly appearing on her bottom before hearing herself saying
‘One Sir, thank you Sir, would Sir be kind enough to cane this miscreant again!’
‘Good Girl’ replied the male voice. ‘You deserve your punishment Catherine, do you not?’
‘Yes Sir, I deserve to be punished’
Then, once more the Cane descended, this time though, upon Catherine Dixon’s other bum cheek. Again she moaned, again she moved around on the coffee table, and again she thanked her Husband and asked for another caning.
For Catherine the sight of her in this all too familiar position was enough, for along with watching the DVD’s of herself, always came the wonderful hardening of her nipples and the incessant throbbing between her legs.
And now, even trapped as she was, Catherine was unable to prevent these very same stirrings as her body betrayed her resolve not to give in to these monsters and, looking down, Catherine was horrified to see her nipples growing erect and hard, pushing firmly against the thin cup of her bra.
So much so, that, feeling Sean’s arm slip further around her shoulder until his hand dangled over the top of her Breast and his fingers began lightly toying with the powder blue material of her Bra, Catherine, in fear in her hard nipples being discovered by him, lifted a hand from her crotch, pushing his hand away from her Breast, and pleading with Sean.
‘Please……please….don’t do that’!
Making it sound as if it were a conspiracy between them, Sean whispered into Catherine’s Ear.
‘I don’t know about Tom, but it’s up to you just how hard ‘I’ cane you, Catherine’!
Simultaneously Sean had replaced his hand upon her Breast, this time though, his fingers delved deep into the thin material of Catherine’s Bra until finding her rock hard nipple
. Catherine gasped at his touch, but, mindful of Sean’s implied threat was crushed again and her hand dropped back to join the other, guarding her crotch, allowing the young lad complete freedom to explore her breasts.
Gently at first Sean began to massage the firm sizable bud.
The DVD continued to display the beautiful Catherine Dixon’s punishment whilst she herself, breathing more heavily now, tried desperately but unsuccessfully to disregard the growing sensations within her created by Sean’s fingers upon her nipple.
‘This is madness, this cannot be happening to me’! Catherine Dixon told herself as a slow throbbing began again between her legs.
‘How did I let things get this far, how can I be sat here, almost naked, between these two boys, forced to watch myself?’
But, as the DVD showed Catherine asking for the final stroke of the cane to complete her punishment, both Boys, as if by prior agreement were stroking her milky thighs above her stocking tops, and up as far as Catherine’s hands guarding her crotch.
Sean had by now completely exposed one beautiful breast by pulling both shoulder strap and cup down and away from Catherine’s body and was cupping the firm mature breast in his hand whilst continuing to work upon its nipple with his fingers.
Breathing very heavily now, Catherine, emotions almost beyond control from their combined attentions, fearfully awaited the conclusion of the DVD film and
The knowledge that the two boys would have already seen its entirety gave Catherine no comfort.
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‘Twelve Sir, thank you Sir, this miscreant was fully deserving of her punishment’
Said a very breathless Catherine Dixon to her husband on the DVD film, her Bottom, covered by now with red welt tram lines, caused by her caning, swayed deliciously upon the coffee table.
Catherine’s bum cheeks stood out as the video suddenly panned in for a close-up, revealing for the two young boys either side of her, not only Catherine’s shapely bottom but the involuntary opening and closing of her firm cheeks and, to her utter shame and the boys delight, a very good view of blonde covered cunt lips glistening with what could only be Catherine’s juices.
‘So you should be Catherine, from now onward you will wear only the underwear I
Decide upon, is that clear.’ Said her husband
‘Yes Sir’ Catherine replied meekly. ‘May this humble miscreant now attempt to please you Sir?.
‘You May indeed’ was the reply. For a moment the Camera seemed to revolve around the room, the very room the three of them now occupied, until a very large and very erect cock came into focus before suddenly the lovely face of Catherine Dixon was inching toward the rampant phallus.
Catherine herself was mortified, but, despite pleading with her two captors to be let off from viewing her final filmed humiliations, she was none the less powerless to either prevent them watching its finale, or indeed to prevent herself from becoming more and more aroused by their treatment of her ensnared body.
For by now, having pulled her bra away completely, Sean’s hand and fingers were roaming freely over both Catherine’s breasts. Furthermore, having moved Catherine’s hands aside, the boys fingers were caressing the very edges of her love mound by continuously running up and down the thin material of her tiny thong, leaving Catherine, despite all that was happening to her, almost desperate for those young inquisitive fingers to slip inside her thong and thence slip within her throbbing, soaking cunt!
The boys watched enthralled, yet again, as, on the DVD, Catherine Dixon, after placing her hands upon her head once again, then lowered her head until her soft lips encircled just the very tip of her husband’s rampant erection before slowly pushing forward so that his foreskin was gradually pushed back.
Sean especially, viewed this foreplay with some delight, for it was he who had told Tom to forget the immature fumbling of girls there own age and help him find a ‘proper woman’.
Whilst, almost absently toying with Catherine’s rock hard nipples, Sean thought back to his delight at finding those Bondage and spanking magazines belonging to his own parents, of the thumping within his chest whilst he viewed the photo images of Women, and some Men even, in varying stages of bondage. And of how he was especially ‘wowed’ by the older but still very beautiful women in many of the magazines.
From that day on, Sean had eagerly amassed all the information he could about the most exciting of sexual pastimes and vowed he would find for himself the woman of his desires, even if it meant having to use a little ‘persuasion’. Not at all a problem for a boy feared throughout school for his size, strength and fighting ability.
As he watched the very delicious Mrs. Dixon giving her husband the most erotic of blow jobs Sean congratulated himself on not rushing things today, for, as he had explained to Tom, their best weapon was to allow Mrs Dixon time to allow things to sink in gradually.
Sean knew both he and Tom could have, without difficulty, fucked Mrs. Dixon before now, but though he had the damaging DVD he had not told Mrs. Dixon at any time that he could use it against her, because Sean was resolute upon one very important thing, his obsession that the gorgeous Catherine Dixon was going to beg him to fuck her!
After all, little Dan’s Mother was going to belong to him for quite some time yet!
Catherine Dixon of course, knew none of this, and, dejected as she indeed was at her current predicament, did not feel completely endangered
She was, she had to admit, even perversely enjoying the boy’s attentions and dreadful as the thought was, Catherine fully expected to have to ‘undergo’ more of what was happening to her right now plus a caning, before these boys finally left her house.
Unquestionably they must leave before Dan came home and discovered this awful scenario, should she tell them Dan would be home at any minute? She pondered.
Catherine decided to leave these thoughts for the moment as another wave of pleasure ran through her.
The DVD, coming to its conclusion was giving a perfect view of Catherine’s undoubted erotic skills as, still with hands on head she kissed, licked and sucked every inch of her husbands cock and hardened balls. In the background he could be heard groaning with pleasure whilst Catherine’s doe like eyes looked up toward him.
On the Sofa, Catherine, her body seemingly controlling her mind, closed her eyes and tried surreptitiously to ease her aching cunt nearer the fingers that stroked her so expertly!
With a smile, Sean, who despite his tender years prided himself upon his ability to read situations, fully understood Catherine’s actions. Nodding to Tom in silent agreement both lads abruptly slipped an index finger inside of Catherine’s tiny thong, there to find the soaking cunt lips of the mature beauty.
Catherine, eyes still closed and gasping at their sudden invasion, made no effort to foil them, indeed, to her shame, she was unable to prevent herself from opening her legs a little wider to assist their entry. Her body awash with pleasure, Catherine, eyes still closed heard Sean telling her she must open those eyes, to look at the TV screen, pinching hard upon one nipple to accentuate his demand.
Obediently Catherine did so, to view herself, on the TV screen, dropping hands from her head before taking hold of her husbands throbbing cock with one hand whilst with the other, cupping and massaging his heavy balls. Keeping her lips on the very tip of the massive erection Catherine began pumping her husband whilst continuing to massage his balls.
Despite herself, Catherine’s excitement grew, heightened further by watching her display on the TV whilst having her cunt lips lightly massaged by both boys.
Shortly the TV screen showed Catherine’s head draw back a little from her husbands cock, whilst, in the background, he could be heard moaning in animal pleasure.
Abruptly, on the Sofa, Catherine herself was groaning, two fingers had slipped between her soaking cunt lips to enter her cunt itself, and, just as her husbands cock began spurting long strands of juices toward Catherine’s open mouth, so the combined index fingers of Sean and Tom began slowly pumping Catherine’s soaking love tunnel.
Her husbands juices shot out, repeatedly landing on just about every inch of Catherine’s Face, neck and hair as the wildly shuddering organ and balls released their pent up passion.
Catherine herself was also groaning, writhing openly and wantonly on the sofa, uncaring of her erotic exhibition, her mind lost to the effects of the huge orgasm that was progressively intensifying within her.
Aware the DVD was coming to its end, Sean nodded toward Tom and, in unison the boys withdrew their fingers from within the writhing Catherine’s sopping wet cunt.
The effect upon Catherine was immediate.
Having her wonderful near orgasm so cruelly thwarted, she groaned with frustration, her eyes turning toward Sean, who, whilst again pinching Catherine’s nipple, cruelly and, in his mature adult wisdom, told her.
‘Oh no Mrs. Dixon, not yet, we’re not allowing you to come until you have been awarded your punishment’!
At the same time both boys were lifting a shocked Catherine, by her arms from the Sofa, before standing back until the unresisting beauty stood a couple a feet away.
Looking down, Catherine both frustrated and humiliated by these two boys less than half her age, abruptly realised both her large firm breasts were hanging out of her powder blue half cup Bra, the shoulder straps loosely dangling by her elbows, not just that, her tiny matching thong was covering practically nothing,. Looking up she saw both boys smiling at the erotic display her dishevelled appearance now provided.
Her immediate reaction was to pull the Bra back over her breasts. After doing just that though, Catherine was stunned to see Sean flexing that brute of cane before her.
‘Oh Dear Mrs. Dixon, have you learned nothing today’ he began, his words and tone designed to humiliate Catherine, make her feel like a naughty child herself.
‘We were kind enough to reduce your initial punishment of 24 strokes of this cane to just eighteen, but that was on the assumption that you would be a good girl for us, but what do we find now, I really cannot recall giving Mrs. Dixon permission to cover herself can you Tom?’
‘Indeed not’ replied Tom, I really think Sean, that this miscreant should now receive the full twenty four strokes as planned.
Catherine, taken aback at the young boy’s dominant attitude, could only look down at the carpet, shoulders slumped, humiliated, just indeed, as Sean intended. Stunned by Tom’s words and with no hope of escape, Catherine looked pleadingly toward Sean who remained flexing the dreadful cane.
‘Please………no………I’m sorry’ she murmured, mortified by her capitulation.
‘Maybe she should Tom, buts lets see if Mrs. Dixon would prefer just the eighteen by turning around and then remove her Bra and thong’!
So Catherine, trapped by a very simple ploy Sean had thought of earlier, had been given a simple choice.
More strokes of the cane or remove the last of her clothing.
Of course it was really no choice at all, for Catherine, already almost naked, realised she had been displaying herself fully, only moments earlier on the sofa, and enjoying it! More than that, she was still determined to win them over from even the eighteen strokes they had planned.
Catherine knew what she must do, she only hope her son Dan would not suddenly walk in to find his Mother naked before his friends.
Catherine Dixon turned her back on her tormentors. For a few moments she then remained motionless until eventually she reached both hands behind her back, slowly unclasping her Bra and gradually Catherine allowed the powder blue garment to sip from her breasts, down her stomach and from her arm until holding it with a single hand
‘Don’t let go of it Mrs. Dixon’ said Sean.
Finally, Catherine’s tiny thong, although not really that significant for, from where the boys stood, the only visible sign of anything was a thin strip of black elastic disappearing between her taught trim buttocks, it was to Sean an essential element of his strategy, for, aside from her stockings and suspenders, Mrs. Dixon would now be naked, and she had removed all her clothing herself! Whether she realised it then, Sean did not care, for she most certainly would, later.
Both boys watched lustfully whilst Catherine, bending forward and unknowingly giving them delicious glimpse of her wet cunt and bum crack, reached one hand down to slip the tiny blue thong down her legs and eventually over her feet.
‘Keep it in your hand Mrs. Dixon, then turn around, pass the Bra and thong to me and then put your hands your head!’ demanded Sean.
Of course, Catherine had fully expected to hear these words, none the less her heart pounded to the blow of actually hearing she must now turn and face these boy, naked.
Aside from doctors, only two men had ever seen her naked body, now she was being told to display her nudity to her son’s friends
Incredibly though, Catherine could not rid herself of the appallingly unashamed feelings of anticipation and excitement these boys and Sean especially, continuously gave her.
‘Wow!’ exclaimed a very excited and smiling Tom. ‘Look at the tits on that Sean!’
‘mmmm……..you really are a beautiful Woman Mrs. Dixon, you have obviously looked after your body, those tits are better than any young girls, and I see you really are a true blonde” said Sean.
Catherine blushing furiously could not though help but feel that same sense of pride she had, earlier. It had taken an enormous effort of will power on her part to turn and face these friends of her son Dan almost completely naked.
Somehow though, having been ‘Told’ to do so, having be ‘Told’ to place her hands upon her head, Catherine felt the responsibility for her actions had been taken from her.
Catherine Dixon 42 years old wife and mother became aware that the throbbing between her legs had returned, heralded by the open admiration f her naked body displayed by these the two young boys and Catherine stared straight at Sean, unspoken defiance in her eyes.
Sean though stared straight back at Catherine, deep blue eyes burning into hers, thoughts only of Catherine Davis belonging utterly him and him alone.
Eventually the unspoken impasse was broken, Catherine, as if conscious of Sean’s thoughts, dropped her eyes, again blushing deeply.
‘I think we shall allow Mrs. Dixon just the eighteen strokes then Tom, agreed?
‘Yes, seeing that she seems more obedient now Sean’.
‘My God,’ thought Catherine. ‘These boys are talking about me, not to me, just as though, as though I was their, their, and eighteen strokes of that cane Oh my God, I must win them over, I must be good for them’
‘Okay Mrs. Dixon no coffee table for you this time. For me you shall now lean over and place your head on the arm rest of the Sofa over here with your arms either side.’ said Sean, patting the Sofa arm rest of the sofa with the cane.
‘Oh God no’ thought Catherine, she had thought she would be made to bed over the coffee table as usual.
So with a great deal of apprehension, but also with obedience, the naked Catherine stepped across to where Sean had pointed with the cane.
After some hesitancy, she finally leaned forward; fully aware she would soon be displaying herself as never before.
Anxiously Catherine then lowered her head until her chin rested upon the arm rest before placing her arms either side of her head.
Behind her both Sean and Tom marvelled at the display the beautiful Catherine Dixon now provided, her back, almost flat leading on down to her beautifully taught delightful buttocks and long straight tapered legs, whilst, beneath, Catherine’s breasts , hanging delightfully loose and free, complimented by her long hard nipples.
It was a position Sean had thought long and hard about, much, much better than the coffee table arrangement from the DVD, for positioned as such, Catherine displayed her beauty to them completely, only one thing was not right, so Sean, kneeling with his face almost touching Catherine’s bottom, managed to resist the temptation to kiss those wonderful bum cheeks before placing his cane just behind Catherine’s feet.
‘You really do look very beautiful like that Mrs. Dixon, but now I want you to spread your legs until each foot touches either end of the cane I have placed behind your legs.’
Head buried in mortification, Catherine was of course, fully aware that by doing so, her Cunt would be openly displayed to them, never before had she felt so exposed. But, what was the point of disobeying Sean, more strokes of the cane? So Catherine slowly spread her legs, feet and toes searching for edges of the cane she eventually found and then held her position, to be rewarded by a little slap of her bum cheeks, but, by whom, she had no idea!
The effect was enough to provide the boys with a wonderful view of Catherine’s, downy blonde covered cunt lips, glistening at them with her juices.
Fully aware both boys were openly viewing all her charms, Catherine could only lean on the sofas edge and take further indignity of hearing Sean telling her, in a severe a manner as possible
‘You will of course remember you are be given 18 strokes of the cane for your rebellious attitude earlier Mrs. Dixon, Tom will be administering your first three strokes, then I shall take over
If, after being caned you move your hands or try to escape from your position, then a further six strokes will be added each time, alternatively, good behaviour on your part could reduce your punishment, also, you are to count aloud each stroke and then ask us by name for another, do you understand Mrs. Dixon.?’
Catherine realised at that moment these boys really were going ahead with their threats, she had hoped against hope they would eventually loose their nerve, but now, as Sean spoke to her as one would a naughty child, heaping humiliation upon humiliation onto her, Catherine knew she must answer and hope she could indeed be ‘good,’ whatever that meant.
‘Y………..oh god, yes I understand. She stammered, almost shaking with trepidation.
When it came, the first blow from the Cane, administered by Tom was not that bad.
‘Twack!’ The cane landed upon Catherine’s left buttock, but Catherine, despite letting out a cry of shock was, at least, content in the knowledge her husbands blows were much more severe, if they were all like this, then even the full eighteen would not be so bad!
‘One…………pl………..please cane me again………tom’ she stammered.
‘Thwack!’ Tom caned her right buttock this, perhaps even less severe than before and Catherine, thinking perhaps these boys were worried about laying the cane on her too severely, this time merely gasped at the sudden light pain and wriggled her bottom deliciously .
‘Two……………please cane me again Tom’ she said, more confidently this time.
Twack!..................Tom, this time gave Catherine a fearful whack of the thin bamboo right in the join of Catherine’s buttocks and even though he had motioned for Tom to lay this one on Catherine much, even he was taken aback by its severity .
And Catherine could do nothing but cry out in pain and shock.
Standing upright, her hands instinctively reached behind and rub her excruciatingly painful bum cheeks.
Swinging around to them, unaware or uncaring of the erotic display her swinging tits gave them Catherine pleaded.
‘Oh dear god, that’s too hard…………..please boys, I can’t take it that hard………please don’t cane me any more!’
Catherine’s pleas were answered by Sean who cruelly told her to bend over the sofa again or make things even worse for herself, that, if she did not do so then they would cane her where she stood, tits as well!
Sobbing in pain Catherine, succumbing to Sean’s threats eventually turned and bent over the sofa once more.
This time though, to be joined by Tom who, after placing his hands upon Catherine’s shoulders now knelt sideways on the sofa, facing Catherine, his thighs either side of her head.
Sean explained to Catherine that Tom was going to ensure she did not jump up again; after all, her punishment was now 21 strokes!
Again Catherine pleaded with Sean, only to be cryptically told again that if she were to be ‘A good girl’ then this would reduce her punishment.
Now was Sean’s turn to wield the Cane. The sixteen year old had prepared well for this moment Aside from studying bondage books he even managed to successfully experiment upon one of the many local girls only too willing to be thought of as Sean’s girl.
Catherine waited, fearful of another too hard blow from that awful cane. To her surprise though, when it landed, the Caning was far gentler than even Tom first blow. Not only that, but to her total surprise, after she had murmured
‘Four……………..please cane me again Sean’ Catherine felt the cool touch of Sean’s hand begin to slowly rub the area where the blow had landed.
Catherine was taken aback, never had her husband done this after caning her and she could not help but be thankful to Sean for this. ‘Kindness’
Thwack!
Again, this time upon the opposite bum cheek, Sean caned Catherine, maybe a little harder this time, but still quite tolerable for her and again Catherine counted
‘Five………………..please cane me again Sean’ again feeling Sean’s cooling touch upon her reddened bum cheeks, stoking, caressing, giving Catherine a strange never before encountered tingling inside.
Thwack!.
A little harder again and Almost too quickly, Catherine called out the number, Six and asked for more, strangely eager to feel Sean’s hands again, he did not disappoint and this time Catherine felt his fingers stretching across her bum crack making her tingle in unfamiliar pleasure. Catherine, face down on the sofa edge was almost purring with pleasure at Sean’s undoubted skills.
Thwack!
This time the Cane landed much harder, and just below Catherine’s buttocks. It took Tom to hold her down from this one as Catherine squirmed and squealed on the sofa.
Still though, she could feel Sean’s hand soothing the blow and just managed to say the required number seven and ask him for more.
Catherine was rewarded then by Sean’s hand roaming further down, this time to the very edges of her glistening cunt lips, leaving Catherine, head buried in the sofa, quivering in the hitherto inexperienced joint sensations of pleasure and pain.
Before then though Sean was telling Catherine each stroke would get progressively harder from now onward but she still had time to ‘be good’
Thwack!
Came the next stroke, this one harder as promised, and really not far from Catherine’s limits, leaving Catherine, head buried in the sofa, and only just able to murmur the words ‘eight………….and please cane me again Sean’ wondering if she could possibly take the full amount.
Sean’s hand was once more soothing and caressing, this time though his fingers did explore all the way down to Catherine’s glistening honey pot cunt. Gasping, she felt two fingers slipping inside her and such was her pleasure she only just made out Sean’s words, who, after nodding to Tom, was telling her.
‘Perhaps it time for you to suck on something Mrs. Dixon, help you forget the pain.’
Catherine looked up from the Sofa arm to see, right before her eyes, Tom’s hard young cock staring right at her.
Catherine realised then what Sean had intended when telling her to be ‘Good’.
With Sean’s fingers openly pumping her cunt Catherine purred in ecstasy to these unfamiliar sensations and, as another wave of pleasure rolled over her, Catherine, almost without thought opened her mouth, leaning forward, taking Toms smallish youthful cock into its warm depths, hearing the boy groaning with pleasure as she pushed back his foreskin with her lips, her tongue tasting the warm pleasant saltiness of its youthful pre come juices.
Just as his best friend told him he would, Tom was getting his first ever ‘blow job’ and, as Dan’s mother licked and sucked him, Tom marvelled yet again just how in control of Mrs. Dixon his mature dominant friend had become, for Tom had really only half believed his friend telling him he was going to make Dan’s beautiful mother his own personal property,.
After all, Sean was only sixteen for Christ’s sake and there he was, talking about ‘owning’ the mother of a schoolmate!
But, here she was, this lovely creature, Dan’s mum, really was sucking his cock.
Tom was in pure heavenly bliss and, watching another, harder, blow from the cane land upon Mrs. Dixon’s quivering bottom, held her shoulders tightly to prevent her from jumping up.
To Tom’s surprise though, Catherine Dixon’s mouth left his cock only briefly enough to count the number eight and ask Sean for another before returning her lips to his trembling cock, her mouth sucking greedily whilst Sean’s fingers roamed her body again and Tom could only hope he would be able to follow Sean’s instruction not to shoot his was before Sean nodded his ascent
Tom was aware that Catherine was sucking him ever harder as Sean’s caning of her continued, hardening each blow in turn before returning his hands to Catherine’s buttocks and cunt, taking the wriggling beauty her to the very edges of orgasm before each time withdrawing his fingers, leaving Catherine to feel both empty and frustrated, longing, like a heroin junkie, for the next fix, the Thwack to the cane, knowing it would herald the return of the wonderful sensations Sean created with hands and fingers..
Catherine thought she had died and gone to heaven, such was Sean’s youthful expertise and so, when the twelfth caning Thwacked against her burning bottom Catherine, after struggling through her pain to count the number, was desolate when Sean made no attempt to soothe her bottom before rekindling the fire between her legs.
‘Please………..Sean’ whimpered Catherine.
Sean though, toying with Catherine asked her’
‘Please what Mrs. Dixon’
‘pl……….please…………your, your fingers…………moaned Catherine before, abruptly, another ‘Thwack!’ left her writhing in pain with Tom only just able to hold her down after Catherine’s head left his cock, and crying out in pain.
‘You mean this Mrs. Dixon’ said Sean, as his index finger teased the outline of Catherine’s cunt lips, after she had just managed to count the number and ask for another.
Then Sean pushed two fingers inside her and beamed with pleasure as copious amounts of juices gushed from within Catherine Dixon’s cunt, he could also feel the heat she generated, so near was she to orgasm.
‘Oh god yes, that’s it please….. Sean, do it!’ cried Catherine prior to clasping her mouth over Tom’s cock once again.
But Cruelly Sean withdrew his fingers.
‘No more fingers Mrs. Dixon, so what would you like me to do now!’ her teased, one finger again teasing the area of Catherine’s cunt lips. Making her wriggle and squirm in a vain attempt at getting Sean to replace his fingers.
Catherine was by now, lost in a state of frenzied sexual excitement, never in her life had she before encountered such feelings of sexual pleasure followed in equal measure by such frustrating disappointment.
Momentarily withdrawing her lips from Tom’s cock she cried, pleading with Sean.
‘Please Sean……………..do it……….just do, Christ………….please do it’
Sean though simply gave Catherine another, lighter ‘Thwack’ of the cane.
‘You have to ask me properly Catherine’ her almost whispered, and, as she gave the required number and asked for more, she realised that for the first time Sean had called her ‘Catherine’ and, when his fingers again so frustratingly to outlined her cunt lips, she suddenly realised what he was demanding of her.
‘Oh dear God….I’m sorry…….. forgive me…………………..please Sean…………….fuck me………………….please fuck me Sean, fuck me!’
Sean, watched Catherine again clamp her mouth over Tom’s cock, he beamed in pleasure, almost unable to believe that he had done it! The Catherine Dixon Had asked him Sean Hughes, her Son’s friend and sixteen years old, told fuck her.
Whilst continuing intermittently to tease her cunt lips Sean withdrew from his trousers his most prized possession, a thick throbbing, nine inch cock that, although far to big for many teenage girls gave him the confidence he had needed to take on Catherine Dixon.
‘Spread your legs for me Catherine’
Catherine Dixon, whilst continuing to suck on Tom’s cock, obediently spread her long stocking clad legs a little wider, hoping Sean would just get on with it and fuck, so bad did she need a cock inside her.
And then, suddenly Catherine’s cunt lips were being aside pushed aside, the biggest cock she had ever felt was slowly pushing its way inside her.
Gasping at its size, Catherine was thankful she was already so wet; sure she would otherwise have not been able to take this huge monster, as fraction by fraction, Sean eased his way into her, filling Catherine as she had never been filled before, leaving her to wonder if it were possible for her cunt to actually take it all!
But it felt oh so good!
Sean’s cock filled Catherine to the extent she could feel its throbbing heat pulsing and pushing against her cunt walls, astonishing the mature beauty. Apart from a boyfriend when much younger, Catherine’s husband was the only man to put his cock inside her and, although adequate it in no way could match the gigantic organ pulsing inside her. The huge cock inside her was, for Catherine, the realization of so many secret fantasies
Finally Sean watched his huge cock bury it way into Catherine until his balls squashed against her buttocks, and boy, it felt so good!, Catherine Dixon was at last his, with her cunt now full of his manhood she was, beyond doubt, his property now!.
Leaning forward Sean gripped Catherine’s breasts, tweaking the nipples and Slowly he eased out of her cunt a little, hearing Catherine, despite having her mouth over Toms cock, murmuring with pleasure.
Just as slowly he pushed into her again, knowing Catherine’s cunt needed time to adjust to the huge organ inside her.
But soon it was Catherine pushing against Sean until, eventually their joint efforts combined together and they really were as one, Catherine pushing back each time Sean moved into her………………………
‘Sean of course, desperate not to ‘come’ before Catherine watched as Tom began bucking fiercely back and forth, driven to the edge of his own orgasm by Catherine’s skilful ministrations. Eventually the boy could hold out no more. Catherine tasting Tom’s pre come shoot into her mouth began sucking in even more of a frenzy, driven on to her own shattering climax by the wonderful colossal organ that pumped her mercilessly.
Sean, sensing all this whilst trying to hold himself back reached forward into Catherine’s hair, pulling her mouth away fro the groaning Tom.
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‘Your Mine now Mrs. Dixon…………..Mine………….you belong to me…….every piece of you, tits, arse, legs, cunt ,all mine…………..Mine……….whenever I want you………………tell me who you belong to………….who own you Mrs. Dixon’ TELL ME!’ demanded Sean.
Oh my God………………………forgive me……………….I’m your Sean...........................your Property, fuck me Sean, fuck me whenever you want me!’ gasped Catherine
This, just as the first wave of a series of massive orgasms, the biggest and most wonderful she had ever experienced , washed over her.
Catherine hurriedly returned so sucking Toms cock just as he, aided by his own hand
Began shooting his come juices. Catching great globs between her lips, swallowing greedily, all the whiles moaning in ecstatic delirium as wave after wave of orgasms engulfed her.
Sean happy beyond words with Catherine’s response to his demands was not long in ‘coming himself, very soon shooting massive amounts of his seed into his ‘property’,
slamming into Catherine with the ferocity of his orgasm.’
Two
hours later, at
‘I’m home mum…………are you okay’
“Yes, I’m fine Darling, Just having an early bath, give me half an hour then I’ll come down and cook you a great dinner!’ Dan’s mother called cheerfully down to him
‘Its okay mum, no hurry, you take your time, I’ll be in my room watching TV.’
After making his way into the lounge, Dan walked across to the large bookcase sat opposite the couch and TV.
From its middle shelf Dan pulled away a couple of heavy books, revealing the video camera he had placed there earlier, just before the arrival of Sean and Tom.
It was still running on its extended record mode.
Dan switched of the machine and made his way up to his bedroom, desperate to view the recording, having not believed a single word of Sean’s protestation that all they wanted to chat with his mother.
‘Why’ he thought ‘should they have all the fun?’
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