The Apprentice

On Saturday morning, I was at the station waiting for my mother's train. I saw her before she saw me. She looked good, she was in her mid-forties, and although she had been single for a long time, it was certainly not because of her looks. Her face lit up when she saw me, and we embraced with genuine affection. We had always got on well, but my increasingly difficult behaviour had put a strain on our relationship. She had always said my elder sister was the easy one, but I suspected I was her favourite.

We quickly dropped off her bags and headed into town for retail therapy and to catch up. My aunt was going to meet us in town for coffee later. We chatted constantly, and I caught up with all the gossip I had missed. During lunch, I was asked if I liked Brighton.

"It is amazing, it feels like this is what I should be doing."

She smiled. "You were never going to live a conventional life. Sometimes I have wondered if I picked up the right baby at the hospital. You and your sister are so different."

"But I am your favourite, I teased." I have an older sister; she is the perfect daughter, with a good degree, married to a successful accountant, with two beautiful children. We get on very well despite our differences.

"Sometimes, although I have sometimes wondered."

"I am sorry, I was a nightmare. I have come to realise that."

"Good, no drugs anymore."

"No, none, I don't even really drink, and I have started running."

"It must be the sea air, or maybe your aunt is being strict."

I paused but decided we both knew the truth. "She is strict, fair but strict, and she has started to give me structure. The job also helps, I am getting to be responsible."

"Good." My mother now paused. "And a sore bottom helps also." She smiled.

"Yes, one of those too. I could not believe it when she told me she punished you."

My mother blushed. "Yes, it is strange, but when your dad was alive, we had a fantastic love life. Spanking was a big part of it. Your aunt understood and helped. I still need the occasional sore bottom."

"I think you will be getting one." Once again, I could not believe I was having this conversation.

"Oh good, I do hope so. By the way, I told your sister you worked in the fashion industry, I did not think she would approve of fetish wear."

I smiled. "Do you?"

"As I said, you were never going to be conventional. You look happier than you have been for a long time. That is what I want for you."

We spent the next couple of hours doing serious shopping before meeting my aunt for coffee. We all arrived at the same time at the coffee shop, and my aunt and mother caught up with their news. My aunt then asked my mother, "Did you pack what I asked?"

"Yes."

"One for each of you?"

"Yes."

"Good, Penny. Tonight we are going to roleplay a scene."

This got my full attention.

"Effective roleplay is important for a dominatrix. So, you need to experience it."

I nodded, I was intrigued as to what would happen.

"Your mother has packed two school uniforms, you have been caught truanting from school. As a result, you have an appointment with your headmistress this evening at six o'clock. Full uniform is mandatory.

I was astonished to realise that I was to be punished alongside my mother.

"I will see you later. Do not be late." With this, she left the shop.

There was silence before. "That's different." That was all my mother said.

"What do you think will happen?" I asked.

"I am not sure, but I think we will both be going to sleep on our tummies tonight."

We slowly made our way home and both had a long shower in readiness for the evening.

I knocked on the door of my mother's bedroom wearing just my dressing gown, and when I entered, she was naked except for her suspender belt and one stocking.

"She was very precise about the uniform. Yours is on the dresser."

There was a short grey skirt and blouse, with a striped tie. There were stockings and suspenders along with a large pair of surge blue knickers. We got dressed and giggled at ourselves. The skirt was so short my panties were on show. The white blouse was very tight, and my nipples were visible. We both wore black-heeled court shoes. I commented that the knickers seemed very large.

"Don't complain, they will cover most of your bottom and may even afford you some protection if you are allowed to keep them on.

"I had not thought of that. I really like these knickers." Again, there were more giggles.

All too soon we were ready. We looked like the classic naughty schoolgirls. Straight out of any male fantasy. We would surely be expelled from any school in the land.

"Let's face the music. We had better not be late." My mother kissed me briefly and said, "Be brave."

At five minutes to six, we gathered outside my aunt's office door. It felt just like I remembered waiting outside the headmaster's door when I was at school. I felt both nervous and fearful of what awaited us that evening, but there was a good deal of excitement mixed in. At the stroke of six o'clock, we knocked on the door and were told to enter.

My aunt wore a long black skirt and a dark green blouse, along with the black robes that teachers used to wear for formal school occasions. She looked every inch the strict headmistress. Dominating the room was a leather-topped vaulting horse with four splayed legs. I had never seen this before I could guess its purpose.

"You two again."

"Yes, Miss," my mother said.

"Anything to say for yourselves?"

"No, Miss, sorry, Miss," my mother replied.

"Price, anything to say?" My aunt used my surname.

"No, it won't happen again." Even though I knew it was roleplay, I was incredibly nervous.

"I will make sure it does not. You will both receive twelve strokes. Twelve of the very best."

A surge of fear rushed through me.

"Walker, you will go first." She used my mother's maiden name. "Over the horse, lie along it lengthways. Price, you stand by the wall and watch your turn will come soon enough."

I stood directly behind my mother I would have a grandstand view of her punishment. My mother lay across the horse.

"Legs wide apart."

She complied.

"I want your bottom properly presented for each stroke. As you have not been punished for some time, I will allow you to rub between strokes. After each stroke, you will count and say the number of the stroke and thank you, Miss, so one thank you Miss for instance. When you are ready for the next stroke, present your bottom and say may I have another. Is that clear?"

"Yes, thank you, Miss." I smiled at my mother, calling my aunt Miss.

"You know what happens if you shout out or do not present properly?"

"Yes, Miss."

"The stroke gets repeated, and I may add extras. You would not want that. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Miss."

Silence fell, my mother's bottom was perfectly presented for the cane. Her knickers did cover her bottom, and the white of her thighs stood out against the black of her stockings and suspenders. My mouth was dry with anticipation.

My aunt placed the cane in the centre of my mother's bottom, and moments later the first stroke was delivered. It made an awful crack as it connected, and my mother cried out in pain. The cane seemed to have stung her in the centre of her buttocks. There was a pause, and then I heard my mother almost whisper, "One thank you, Miss." She then reached behind and massaged her bottom to try to relieve the sting.

Then after a few seconds, "May I please have another." She pushed her bottom outwards as she had been told. The second stroke whistled in, and another cry was heard.

After the third stroke, my aunt said. "Right, that has you warmed up. Please remove your knickers and place them on the desk, then resume your position."

My mother levered herself upright. I could see tears already forming in her eyes, and that was only after three strokes. The rest would be worse without the scant protection of her panties. When she resumed her position, I could see the three stripes on her bottom. I admired my aunt's skill the strokes were perfectly aligned.

The fourth stroke whistled in, and I saw the welt instantly appear on my mother's bottom. After she had once again whispered her thanks, she reached behind to ease the sting. What a lewd display she made in rubbing herself she displayed all her usually hidden charms. Her brown anus was clearly on show, as was her pussy, even though it was my mother I was watching it was a highly erotic sight. I resolved not to make such a spectacle of myself.

After the sixth stroke had fallen, my aunt said. "Right halfway, you can swap places with Price."

Slowly my mother stood, tears were pouring down her face, and she clutched her battered bottom. Nervously I took my place over the horse. Once in position, I could smell the leather and feel the heat from where Mother had been.

"Legs wider." I was instructed.

My bottom felt huge, huge, and very vulnerable. I also knew it was about to feel very sore. The cane laid across the centre of my knickered bottom, and then the swish just before pain exploded through my body. I shouted out and nearly stood up but just managed to restrain myself. "One thank you, Miss." I stammered. My hands flew to my bottom to try to relieve the pain.

"Any more fuss like that and I will repeat the stroke."

My aunt was in full domination mode. I was to be punished and punished properly. I could expect no sympathy.

I coped better with the second stroke, but tears were now flowing. After the third like my mother, I was told to remove my panties. Even though I knew they offered little or no protection, without them I felt even more vulnerable.

The fourth stroke fell lower down my bottom, and after thanking my aunt, I massaged and rubbed myself. All my earlier resolutions counted for nothing, and I did not care what a sight I presented to my aunt and mother.

Eventually, I cried out. "Six, thank you, Miss." My bottom was on fire. This was a far harder caning than I had previously received.

"Swop places again."

I tearfully watched my mother present herself again. I watched her struggle through the remainder of her punishment. Finally, her bottom was decorated with twelve angry stripes.

"Well taken, Walker. Now, Price, let's complete your punishment." Fearfully I returned to the horse and spread my legs wide.

The second six, although hard, did not seem to have quite the same venom as previously. I was still very grateful when I finally called out. "Twelve, thank you, miss."

"If I see you two back in my office again, it will be worse for you, much worse. Go upstairs to your rooms I will check on you shortly."

Once outside the office, we both tearfully hugged each other. "You were very brave," said my mother. I knew that was not true, but I was pleased to hear it.

"Quick, we had better get upstairs I don't want to be in any more trouble."

I followed my mother up the stairs, and her striped bottom was just before my eyes, I could not believe how sore it looked. Once in my room, I immediately bent over to inspect the damage, my bottom was in a similar state to my mother's. I lay face down on the bed, rubbing my bottom, and waited for my aunt.

After fifteen minutes the worst of the pain had subsided. My aunt entered the room.

"Sit up."

I winced as I sat on my sore bottom.

She then tied a silk scarf across my eyes.

"I am in control now. Lay back down on your front again, and I will massage some cream into your bottom."

I lay down gratefully and soon felt the cold cream being put on my buttocks. Soon my aunt was skilfully rubbing it in. Her fingers strayed to my pussy, which was already becoming excited by the attention. She soon found my clit and teased me with one hand whilst still treating my sore bottom with the other.

After some minutes of this, I was told to hold my buttocks apart.

I briefly feared I was to be punished again. I was grateful I had shaved thoroughly earlier today. I felt something being smeared on my bottom hole, and then I felt my aunt's finger teasing my anus.

"Time to further your training," she whispered, and I felt her finger inserted into my rear passage. The cream eased the entry of her finger, and very soon I was being finger-fucked in my arse. Once I got over the initial shock, it was surprisingly nice.

"I have a small butt plug you are going to wear for me." She whispered once again, but there was no doubt it was going to happen. Her finger was withdrawn, and I felt a hard object placed on my anus. It was then pushed into place. I felt big but not too uncomfortable, more strange than anything else.

"Sit up again."

I followed the instructions. "Now open wide."

Somewhat reluctantly I opened my mouth. I could not imagine what was going to happen. I felt a firm rubber-like object being placed in my mouth. I was being gagged. I soon felt a strap secured behind my head. The gag was secured in place, it felt heavy and huge in my mouth.

"Lie on your back again."

I did as I was asked and sensed my aunt moving around me.

"You can remove your blindfold now."

I untied the scarf, and what a sight I beheld. It was not just a gag, I had a penis sticking out of my mouth. It was black-veined, and from my perspective, it looked huge. My naked aunt was kneeling on either side of my head, giving me a perfect view of her bottom. The head of the penis was positioned at the entrance to her pussy. My pussy pulsed in response to the sight before me.

Slowly my aunt lowered herself onto my penis, I could see her pussy being filled with the phallus, and I could also see her anus slowly descending towards me. I was in heaven. When she was fully impaled, her anus brushed my nose, and I smelt her bottom as well as her arousal. She then raised herself and then started to fuck my penis. I moved my neck to help to give her pleasure, and she soon reached her orgasm. I was covered in her essence. She came down from her high with the penis fully lodged inside her. My nose was pressed against her bottom hole, my bottom was still very sore from my caning, and I was plugged for the first time in my life, but I was in heaven.

After a few minutes, she climbed off me and took the gag from my mouth, my neck and jaw both ached, but in a good way.

"Did you enjoy the roleplay?" I was asked.

"Yes."

"Good, we have lots more to explore."

That was the start of a very long, very passionate night. We eventually fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning my aunt was gone. I realised I had missed the run and wondered if I was to be punished for it. I showered and went down to breakfast. My aunt had cooked a full English breakfast for us, and there were two cushions on the seats for my mother and me.

Later I said goodbye to my mother, and she promised to visit again soon.

Life was very exciting.

The End.