Mrs Grunewald In Action

This is the second part of the sequel to

The Kinky Mrs. Grunewald.

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I was right on time when knocking on her office door. As before, she told me to come in and then to lock it behind myself.

Judith was standing in front of her desk, and right away I noticed something about what she was wearing. Her jacket was open and I saw the sleeveless white blouse she had on underneath. While her blue one from the day before showed a hint of cleavage, this one was truly blatant. Her round breasts were practically falling out of it.

As if to prove it, she took her jacket off and put it on the desk. Her blouse was more like a chemise, as she would call it, and the bra portion was built into it. There was a zipper in the front where it could be undone. I had never seen anything like it -- my knowledge of lingerie was rather meager. Yet I wanted her to unzip it so I could see more.

She leaned back against the desk and said, "So Tom, you haven't said a word yet, not even hello. Sit down, I have glasses of wine for both of us."

There was a chair that hadn't been there yesterday, so I had somewhere to go. My reply, when it came, was very lame. "So how are you doing, Mrs. Grunewald?

"Call me Judith when we're together, remember?" She handed me one of the glasses. "Anyway, I'm doing fine. And how are you?"

I drank a substantial amount of my wine on the first gulp to give myself some time to think. I wanted to reassert some control over the whole event, but I managed to do a poor job of it. "I've never seen that, whatever it is you're wearing."

Jesus, maybe a bit of a compliment would have been good; 'it's certainly notable' would have been in order.

"I can see you like my chemise, that's what it's called." She sat down on the edge of her desk, in the manner I had often seen in the classroom, and took the other glass for herself. "I will admit, it feels great to walk around all day with it on and no one but me knows it." She shook her shoulders to indicate some excitement, I guessed.

"I think I get it." Actually, I didn't quite get it. What women liked and didn't like was mostly unknown to me.

Judith must have noticed my hesitation because she said, "You were much more talkative in the bar last night."

I decided to go with honesty, not always the best course but I didn't know any better. "Frankly, I'm wondering what I'm doing here today."

She wasn't fazed by that. "Well, I'm you're teacher, and I'll tell you exactly what I want you to do." I assumed she wasn't assigning me a term paper. As she wagged a finger at me, she said, "Now I have something very important to talk to you about."

I had hoped for more than talk, but I was game anyway. "All right, what is it?"

She looked away from me and sighed, and then she launched into an explanation. "Tom, I've been a very bad lady, I'm very dirty-minded, and I've been very unfair to you. I gave you a good spanking yesterday and I made up a pretext for doing it." I thought,

well, I certainly liked it,

but I didn't say that. "Thus, I need to be spanked myself as a way to correct my insolent behavior."

She had lost me with that. "And who's going to that?"

"You must remember, I told you this yesterday.

You

are one who is going to do it."

In my mind, everything fell into place. Her present conversation was a pretext too. I remembered that she had said men would pay dominatrices for the privilege of getting their behinds whacked.

Well, there must be some women who like it too, and my history teacher here must be one of them.

It was an exciting prospect, but I had one caveat. "Except, I don't know how to do it."

"Don't be silly, I'll tell you exactly how it should go." Nowadays, one can go online and practically take a course in punishment provided by all the photos and videos to be seen. Later in life, I concluded that various BDSM activities, from the most vanilla to the most extreme, are surely the most popular fetish acts among human beings.

Without any further delay, Judith hopped off her perch on her desk. In one smooth movement she unzipped the back of her skirt and dropped it on the floor. I saw more unusual female underthings, namely a black garter and four black straps holding up her stockings. A pair of black panties were on top of everything.

She asked, "So what do you think of these?"

"I've never seen anything like those things either."

"This used to be the standard stocking arrangement for ladies before pantyhose was invented, say, about ten or maybe fifteen years ago. You can still buy the old stuff, however, and I think garters and straps are as sexy as hell."

I must have thought so too because the erection I was already developing grew even bigger and stiffer. Judith must have known that without even looking for it. "I bet you're getting aroused at the mere sight of all these wonderful garments."

Why deny it? "You've got that right. You'll notice it if I ever stand up."

"Oh, you'll be standing all right. There's even more here." It was time for her to take the panties off and leave those on the floor too. She turned around and bent over a little to offer a rear view.

It was the first time I had ever seen a bare female ass except for some peeks provided in a couple of

Playboy

magazines I had once found in my Dad's closet. Judith's behind was certainly not as narrow as it probably had been when she was twenty like those models, but that didn't bother me. To top it off, she was positioned so I could glimpse her genitals too.

She made a reference to her age. "I admit, I have a bit of middle-age spread back there now."

I answered as gamely as I could. "Hey, it looks fine to me."

For someone as inexperienced as I was, it was a great deal of sexual stimulation in a very short time. She must have known that because she half-turned to look at me. "Maybe I should have made a striptease out of this and doffed my clothes more slowly. This must be a lot for you to handle right now."

I had close to zero skills as a Lothario, so I admitted, "It's great but I do feel a bit shaky too." A more knowledgeable guy than me never would have said such a thing, even if he felt it.

"I'm sorry, as I have hinted, I can be impatient at times. Haven't you ever seen any of those magazines, I mean the ones that are much more explicit than

Playboy

and

Penthouse

and even

Hustler.

?"

"No, I haven't seen any magazines like that."

"You are a true innocent. You should look at one of those European publications; they show everything." I didn't need to be told what "everything" meant. "Let's take a little break for a moment." She got back to sitting on the edge of the desk and she crossed her legs.

"Tom, just relax, you're doing fine."

I had a general idea of what she was going to get out of the whole thing, but I was wondering about myself too.

How is she going to help me climax today?

It seemed I had some leverage with her, so I said, "Mrs., ah I mean Judith, you said you wanted a spanking, so please don't tease me." Despite my best efforts, I didn't sound particularly convincing.

She went into her authoritarian teacher mode. "Now, don't get sassy with me young man." Then she laughed, "You're rather impatient too. Tom, you're problem is that you're actually too nice. I'm glad I got to you before you tried that method on some young girl. Maybe you have already, like with that Cynthia Brillstein person. That might be why you haven't had any dating success here so far."

That hurt my feelings a bit.

No, it's this damn snobby school that's the problem, not me.

Judith said, "All right, I'll get into position now. I'm probably going to surprise you with this." And surprise me she did.

Instead of coming over and going over my lap, as I expected, she got up on her hands and knees on the desktop, lowered her head, and stuck her ass up in the air. For a final step, she yanked back the lower part of her chemise which was partially covering her behind.

"So, come on over and stand next to me. What you have to do is not all that complicated."

I felt awkward as I stood up and walked the two feet or so to the right side of her desk. Her black shoes were just over the edge. She was right next to me, and I was reluctant to look at her.

She wasn't reluctant to look at the bulge in my pants. "My, you do have the most notable erection. Go ahead, check me out too, I know you've never seen a lady like this up close before." I turned my gaze a bit to the left, and I examined her pale and prominent buttocks. Her pussy, which went right down the middle --

now I know why they call it a "gash"

-- had darker flesh and it was fringed by black pubic hair.

I looked further to the left, and she was obviously amused by my reaction. My face was getting warm and my throat was tight. She said, "You haven't had much to say about all this! Now, most of the girls in his place have rather narrow behinds. I guess they think it's fashionable or something, but I'll never look like that again. Why don't you rub my bottom a little bit, get used to the way it feels?"

Reaching my right hand out was like approaching a third-rail. I gently rubbed her down along her left butt cheek and thigh, and then I did the same to the right one.

"So, how is it?"

"You feel very warm."

She laughed at that. "Wait until you start whacking me; it's going to be quite hot then! Go ahead, get started. Put your left hand on my back to keep me in place." I didn't think she'd be going anywhere. "And don't go too fast; make each one count. If you were a more experienced spanker, I'd have you chide me for my bad behavior, but I don't think you're ready for that yet."

No, I was not ready for that. It was daunting to imagine hitting this respectable-looking middle-aged lady, and one who had been my teacher since January. "Are you sure you want this?"

She found that funny too. "Of course, silly, what do you think I'm doing up here like this?"

Okay, here goes.

I gave her a couple of light slaps on each cheek.

"Not a bad start, Tom, but you can do it much harder than that. Alternate on each side as you just did." I tried a couple of more vigorous smacks, and I left light pink hand marks on her. "That's better, now really give it to me hard."

I shrugged and did as she had requested.

Each time my hand came down on her, Judith vocalized a little grunt, something like "ah," "ah." In about a minute or two, she had a suggestion for me. At that point, her voice, which had been so level and calm before, sounded faster, more urgent. "Tom, for variety, rub me again once in a while."

I tried that, and her skin was indeed hot now. My hand was also getting hot as well as a bit numb. But when I got back to whacking her, I realized I was enjoying myself quite a bit. Oddly, I had no grudge against her and she was my favorite teacher at the school. The sound of my blows echoed in the room. I suddenly had the will to scold her.

"Mrs. Grunewald, you are an evil woman." By that point the marks on the skin of her rear end were darkening; some of the pink areas were starting to turn red.

"Oh I know; I'm really wicked. That's why I need to be corrected, put back in my place."

However, she seemed to be enjoying the action too. Her groaning grew louder and sounded more like moans; her hips were swiveling around as my other hand pressed down on her. Yet, I still had doubts; I had to confirm her opinion of what I was doing. "Do you really like this?"

"Oh God, yes. It hurts, but it hurts so good. Please, hit the back of my thighs too. I've been such a bad lady. And you're getting such a nice rhythm going now."

"I can tell that by the way you are moving." Her pelvis was going every which way, sometimes back and forth, sometimes from side to side.

As I continued with my smacking of her, I suddenly noticed how wet her pussy was getting. That I was something else I had never seen before, but I understood what was going on. It was a sign of female sexual excitement. The fluid increased and got frothier, and soon started to drip onto the desktop.

I wasn't going to comment on it but she did. "You'll must see how turned I'm getting, if you know where to look."

"Oh, I see it all right, that's for sure."

"I told you how filthy-minded I am."

"Don't be so harsh on yourself."

Judith seemed to enjoy surprising me, and in a short while, she did it again. She suddenly turned around and flung herself face-up on her desk. "I can't stand it any longer. Tom, I need to come right now. Would you help me, go down on me?"

I knew what she meant, but I must have looked blank because she then seemed annoyed. "Never mind, I don't have time to teach you how to do it correctly. Open that drawer and take out what's in there."

It was the first time I had ever seen a dildo, even in a picture, and I was not aware of how many varieties existed. That one was not quite a replica of a human penis, but it had some similarities. It was a long, thick rubber shaft with something like a glans at one end and a squared-off handle on the other. Unlike a real cock, it was quite bendable.

She grabbed it from me and greedily shoved it into herself. Within a couple of seconds, she was frantically banging herself as she lay there.

There was nothing for me to do but watch. What was weird was that I felt jealous of an inanimate object.

Hey, I've had this boner for a while, and yet you are using that rubber thing when I would be glad to do it for you.

It also occurred to me that I could whip my cock out and simply jerk myself while she did her thing. But, no, she was my teacher and I had to trust that she had a plan for me.

When her orgasm arrived it was certainly impressive to see it. Her hips came off the desktop and I think she partially stifled the volume of the yelling that she wanted to do. If anyone else was in the building, they might have heard her in full cry. As it was, some joyful but incomprehensible noises emerged from her throat.

When she was done, she pulled the rubber cock out of herself and lay there breathing heavily. It seemed like a good time to put myself back into her frame, so I moved forward and put a hand on the desktop. I noted that she had never taken her glasses off since she had left the classroom.

"Judith, I know I'm thinking of myself now, but it's time for me to get something too."

She seemed to have recovered somewhat and she sat up. "Of course, I haven't forgotten about you. Just stand there and I'll take care of things."

In a moment she was kneeling in front of me, and she undid and lowered my trousers. My underpants were next. My cock sprang out and stuck out almost to her face.

"You poor boy, I know you've been waiting while my needs were being met. Here, let me take care of yours."

It would be nice if she blew me -- we were in the perfect positions for it -- but that was not going to be the case on that day. She retrieved a small tube of Vaseline from her dildo drawer and began to lube my cock.

She finally took off her glasses, but I couldn't figure out why. "You'll find that being jerked by someone else's hands is quite a bit better than doing it yourself."

"Assuming the other person is female."

She found that amusing. "It depends on one's orientation, of course." Whatever, I was happy with her proposal to me. I thought,

right now, I'll take whatever I can get.

And my history teacher was quite talented with her handjob. Her left hand held the base of my cock to keep the skin tight; her right hand went around the shaft and subtly caressed the length of it.

"There now, that's pretty good, isn't it?"

I managed to say, "Absolutely, it's heavenly."

Then I gave myself into the moment. My left hand ran through her hair and my right one soon dropped down to help her out. Mostly I put it directly on top of hers so I could guide her motions as I wanted them to go.

Being so charged up from the afternoon's events, I climaxed in about five or six minutes. Sometimes I looked down at our hands, but mostly I simply closed my eyes and moaned in pleasure. As the peak moment approached, my jumbled mind wondered if she was expecting me to come on her. I should have known that she had already worked out the details.

Most people say something blindingly obvious during an orgasm, and I was no different. "I'm going to come, Judith, I mean right now!"

"I know, honey, I can feel it." At the last moment, she pulled me forward. "I'm going to open my mouth. Just fire your load into there."

If that's what the lady wanted, that's what she was going to get. My aim was pretty good, but of course, some of it spattered on her face. Now I knew why she had taken her glasses off. Her mouth closed and she must have swallowed whatever went in. She was thoughtful, however, and continued to stroke me until the final spasm was done.

I felt spent, and I sank to my knees. Judith finally showed some affection for me, and she pulled me closed to her. "Here, you can taste your own semen on my mouth." With that, she started to kiss me passionately.

Weren't we supposed to start with the kisses, not end with them?

"I've tasted it before."

"Of course, but isn't it sweeter from some gal's lips? By the way, I'd like to borrow your handkerchief now."

"Oh, sure, I've got one right here." I commented, "It all went so fast, though."

"Don't worry, you young guys have plenty of spunk to go around. Rest up a bit, and then we'll do the same thing we just did. How does that sound?"

It sounded great, and in a few minutes, that's just what we did.

******

About fifteen minutes after her second jerking of me, we were both sitting on the floor, leaning on the front of Judith's desk. She had refilled our wine glasses, but for a little while we just stayed there, side by side, not saying anything to each other.

I had pulled my pants back up but I hadn't buckled them. Judith was still in her

déshabillé

mode, her tits bared, her skirt and panties lying on the floor. Her discarded jacket and dildo were still up on the desk. She had moved her glasses back into position.

Just before she had started stroking my cock, she had unzipped the front of her blouse. Her breasts were very round, not droopy at all as I would have expected for a woman of her age. Later I suspected that she must have had a boob job at some point in her life.

Perhaps, after what we had done, I finally felt comfortable with her that day. "You didn't do any corner time I noticed."

"That's because teachers don't have to do corner time." I knew her tone of annoyance was faked.

I dared say, "Also, you were too busy..." The rest of my statement was left unsaid.

Since I couldn't complete my sentence she did it for me, "I think masturbating is the word you were looking for."

"That thing you had in you, it was pretty impressive. I've never seen one of those before."

"After diamonds, dildos are a girl's best friend."

I attempted a witticism. "I thought it was a guy's cock." That brought up my curiosity about something, "Did you ever have an orgasm just from being spanked?"

She responded immediately, "Oh, you mean like you did yesterday?"

I laughed at that, "Well, the fabric of your skirt felt wonderful on me."

"Yes, it went much better than I had expected. I had assumed I would need my hand to finish you off, but you did it all on your own. As for your question, no I never have -- I mean come just from that. By the way, many more men than women get turned on by it. That's why dominatrices mostly have male clients."

"I've heard of them. They get paid for it, don't they?"

"You truly are an innocent, as I said. Yes, I suppose they are a kind of prostitute. Usually, they will get into roleplaying, pretending to be some powerful, wrathful woman -- like say, a wife, governess, an employer and even, of course, a teacher or professor."