A couple of weeks later Dean and Katherine's schedules once again meshed. She came in the house to begin her duties and once again walked past Dean as he watched TV and drank his coffee. She gave him her customarily warm smile and said good morning. Dean returned the greeting and watched her ass as she sashayed past to the kitchen. The memory of their last encounter caused his dick to begin to tingle and her knew that a full hard on was imminent. As usual she commenced cleaning in the further reaches of the house and left Dean to his coffee, television and contemplation. Sometime later she returned to the kitchen and initiated her tease. It was pretty much the same as last time, bending over to clean, wiggling her rear, jiggling her tits as she wiped down the sink and, of course, she gave Dean a good, long look down her top. Dean was entranced and enjoyed every minute as his swollen cock was testament.
Dean decided to get up and see what happened. He stood but did not bother to close his robe or otherwise conceal his erection. He walked into the kitchen and towards the dishwasher with his coffee mug, but was stopped in his tracks as he passed Katherine when she reached out and firmly grabbed his hard dick and demanded, "What is this?"
"Well, Kathrine, don't you know?"
"Of course, I know, but we need to discuss why you appear so excited. You certainly weren't watching pornography, so what could it be?" she inquired as she maintained her grip on his manhood and he retained his engorgement.
"Katherine, I don't know."
"I think you do," she said as she shifted her grip from his cock to his balls and started to apply pressure. Dean began to squirm, he was still really turned on but knew if she kept this up he would be in for some serious pain.
"Katherine, please don't hurt my balls," he pleaded.
"I'll hurt a lot more," she exclaimed as she tugged at his sac.
"I was looking at you, Katherine, you are so beautiful."
"Were you looking at my breasts?"
"Yes," he meekly replied. Katherine released her hold upon him and proceeded to slip her left arm out of her tank top, exposing her bra encased tits. She pulled her left boob free of the garment and held it up.
"Is this what you want to look at, Dean?"
"Oh, yes." She stroked her nipple with her thumb and forefinger and it began to tighten. Dean could only stare with his mouth agape. She then relegated her tit to its enclosure and put her shirt back in place and straightened up.
"Dean," she began with an angry tone of voice, "What did I tell you about looking at me lustfully?"
"But, Katherine, you showed me your boob!"
"That doesn't matter. A gentleman would avert his eyes and not dare look!"
"I can't help it," he whined. She reached down and flicked his hard dick with her middle finger. He jumped but his erection endured.
"OK, Dean, you know there are to be consequences. Now, put your mug in the dishwasher," he had forgotten about that, "And go to your room and prepare to be spanked."
"No, Katherine, I wasn't looking at porn!"
"That does not matter, I instructed you also not to look at me lustfully and remember I can tell your mother about the pornography."
"Yes, Katherine," he muttered as he shuffled off to his room with his pj bottoms tented before him. He arrived in his room and stripped naked. His dick was at full stretch, parallel to the ground as he stood. He laid on his bed, buns up ready to accept his punishment. Eventually Katherine walked into the room with her tote bag.
"Well, Dean, here we are again. Apparently, you do not learn very well, so I am forced to teach a lesson today."
"Please, Katherine, I have been good. I can't help looking at you!" he pleaded. Dean was actually excited about the prospect of being spanked again, but he had figured out that begging and pleading on his part and lecturing on her part were elements of this game.
