Crazy Sex Adventures(Erotica)

Two days later, I had Simone in my room again. This time clutching a note from Miss Archer, but addressed to me. I asked Simone if she knew what this was about but she just shrugged her shoulders a little and didn’t speak. I opened the note and read it. ‘Mr. Kelaway. I have had cause to discuss a matter with Simone Tallington. This matter needs no further discussion but Simone is aware of her wrong-doing and must be punished. I pass to you the responsibility for administering some discipline to this wayward girl. Yours, L. Archer’.Têxt belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.

I looked at Simone and her face showed no emotion. “Do you know what this says” I asked. She nodded and said “I’ve not read it but I can guess”. I walked over to my desk and stood with my back to her. It occurred to me that I didn’t know what to do next. “And what is the usual punishment…” I left my question hanging hoping she would answer. She answered without looking up “Six strokes with the cane on bare cheeks or 10 covered”. I couldn’t believe my ears! Bare Cheeks! What sort of practice was this?

I paused for a second and tried to keep the tremble out of my voice. “And what do the girls usually choose?” I queried, I’m sure my voice was rising towards the end. “Covered” was her sparse reply. “Very well then,” I began “get yourself ready”. My eyes nearly popped out of my head as this lovely girl bent forwards and gripped her ankles tightly, legs slightly apart. I swallowed hard. It only then occurred to me that I hadn’t got a cane. I looked round for something else and saw the wooden ruler on my desk. That would do. I moved towards her and without prompting she lifted her left hand to the hem of her skirt and flicked it up casually to bear her lovely bum.

No wonder these girls were snapped up quick as wives! She wore some standard white panties and white ankle socks but the vision that stood before me was wonderful. A quick flash crossed my mind of kneeling behind her and flicking my tongue up the backs of her thighs and making her giggle but I soon shook that away. She turned her head to look up at me and said “I’m ready”.

I looked at her with new eyes. Her hair was hanging forwards and her sweet face looked so soft. I looked at her perfectly straight legs, slightly tanned. He thighs were full and her calves had a lovely roundness to them. She had a woman’s legs – not those of a typical skinny schoolgirl. I felt my cock starting to twitch and decided the best thing would be to get this over with a. s. a. p. I moved behind her, holding the ruler poised above her glorious behind. I closed my eyes for a second and pictured her kneeling on the bed waiting for me to slide in behind her… Damn it, Kelaway. You definitely need to get some female (adult!) company.

I cursed myself for my weakness and brought the ruler down hard on the curves of the girls’ backside. Simone winced and drew breath quickly across her teeth. Her body shook a little and her wiggle caused her long dark hair to sway as it flowed from her head.

I realised I’d been a little too firm. I swished again, lower than before. Simone winced once more. A small red mark started to form across the middle of her ass cheek. A few more spanks with the ruler and the count was six.

Simone sniffed and I supposed she might be crying. I couldn’t do anymore. I said “Please stand, Simone. I think that’s enough”. She rose slowly and I watched her behind as the skirt slid slowly back down.

She was a little red-faced but no tears. She turned to me and said softly “Thank you”, then she left. I stood in the middle of the room, ruler in hand unsure of what to do next. I had just physically spanked a lovely girl for no reason I was aware of. She had bent before me showing all of her glorious legs and ass and I had spanked her. Jesus, but I was horny! I replayed the scene in my mind. Within a minute, I was on my bed, trousers down jacking off into a tissue with ‘Boobs, Skirts & High Heels’ open in front of me. My favourite photo-spread (Carla, brunette, 21 years old is a naughty secretary) open in front of me. The girl in the photos was bending forwards over a desk with no skirt on. Her fabulous legs encased in nylon stockings and black high heels. She was looking into the camera as if to say ‘Well, what are you waiting for?’. I came with a low moan but as I did, Carla’s face had turned into Simone’s.