MICHELLE SPANKED
Michelle got a shock when she bumped into Mr. Reid in Durham City Centre. She was on her way out of Mark's and Spencer's when she collided into him with her carrier bags.
"Oh, hello," he said, when he recovered; "It's Michelle isn't it?"
Michelle stopped and stared open mouthed at the distinguished looking gentleman standing before her on the pavement. He was wearing a grey suit and a blue tie. Suddenly, she realised who it was. It was her old headmaster from Melthorpe Secondary School, someone who she hadn't laid eyes on for 6 years, not since she had left school. But, it was him alright.
She looked up and their eyes met. She felt herself blushing. No doubt he remembered too, the events of that particular afternoon in school, long ago.
Despite the sexual undertones, of which they were both well aware, they carried on a conversation of sorts.
He said that he didn't know that she lived in Durham.
"I'm married now," she told him. "I've been married for two years. We live on the Newton Hall Estate.
She showed him the ring on her finger. He took her hand by the tips of her fingers and made to examine the ring. But he had just wanted to touch her.
"Ah yes," he said. "I remember hearing about your wedding......"
He asked her a couple more questions, then went on to talk about his own recent history.
"I'm early retired now, he told her. I live in the town centre, on the road up to Aykley Heads, just past the roundabout in one of those new houses, no. 13, it is, actually. I live on my own.....never did get married
Michelle, flustered and embarrassed because of their past association, was desperate to get away. So, she politely made her excuses, said goodbye and left him.
She bit her lip thinking about the shame of those memories and what had happened on that fateful afternoon. Now, walking away she was aware of her bottom swaying provocatively from side to side.
She imagined his masculine eyes focusing hard on her, as if he knew that she wasn't wearing panties that day. And, as she did so, a little shiver of excitement rippled through her.
For a good minute, she didn't know where she was going, or what she was doing. She was all of a flutter.
God, she thought, can the man still have that effect on me after all this time?
As she walked to the Bus Station, she reddened as memories came flooding back. The frequent times when she had been sent along to his study in her school uniform to get a spanking.
And, it had been a uniform that had got quite short and tight on a growing girl, because her mum didn't want to buy a new one when she would be leaving in a month or so anyway. As a result, she ended up showing a lot more of her well formed long legs than she should have done.
Mr. Reid had certainly appreciated them, she was sure about that, taking his sweet time as he stood there behind her, swishing his cane and having a good long look up her short skirt as she bent over. He was very precise about how he wanted her to present herself for punishment, wanting her arms and upper body sprawled across his desk, legs slightly apart and bum pushed up high. Then followed a little growl of satisfaction on his part as he neatly folded up her skirt to expose her green school knickers and all that delightful bare flesh.
On one occasion, he had even had her over his knee while he sat on his small leather sofa. It certainly seemed more intimate that way to a blushing Michelle and she could not mistake his erection as she lay across him.
Strictly speaking, he wasn't really allowed to administer corporal punishment to girls. It was only in very rare and justifiable circumstances that he bi-passed that particular regulation; but, as far as Michelle Roberts was concerned. He had been determined to keep that particular pleasure, come what may.
And she was sent along to his study for punishment quite often. In fact, she used to deliberately get into trouble just so she would be sent to see him. It became addictive, because, she so enjoyed those little disciplinary sessions, the thrill of his exploring hands and even the hot pain in her bum from the caning.
He had got away with his naughtiness , because, no way did she want to tell her strict parents about getting into trouble and being punished like that. They would have gone berserk and it would have been all the worse for her. And so, she had willingly submitted to Mr. Reid.
There had been caning, of course, and it had hurt, but, on the second and subsequent occasions, he had let his hand squeeze her bum and feel up and down her smooth bare legs. She knew what he was up to, of course, but she had liked it, liked the feel of his hands on her skin.
So, encouraged by her permissive attitude, he had got into the habit of tugging her knickers down past her knees and staring at her arse and pussy from the back. In the silence of the room, she only heard the ticking of the clock on the wall as the long minutes ticked away. She hadn't objected, or even said a word, so, he had done it every time.
She was well aware that her female private parts were exposed to his close scrutiny, but, always she got a nice little thrill knowing where his eyes were looking. And, each time she had closed her eyes and hoped that he would go further and actually touch her there.
And, on that fateful last occasion, it had actually happened. He had gently probed and touched her pussy sending her to seventh heaven, but, that was only until a knock on the door from his busybody of a secretary had brought both of them to their senses. She had been so disappointed, but had quickly yanked her knickers back up and quickly got out of the room.
Later that year Michelle had left school.
All these memories had passed through her head in the space of a few heartbeats. She had been early turned 18 then, studying for her A levels. Now, six years later, she was 24. A grown women.
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Norman Reid had indeed been staring hard at the movement of Michelle's retreating figure as he watched her go. "Ooooh, what a beauty she's turned out to be" he muttered. "A pair of legs to die for and a pert round arse that's just asking for a real good smacking."
I wonder if her husband spanks her? he wondered, as she disappeared out of sight; because,
I'd
sure like to, dirty old man that I am. And I'd like to do a lot more than spank her, he growled.....and I think she knows that even after all this time.
Then he worked out that she would be about 24 now, a fully developed independent young woman. Ain't that the truth? And he was substantially older at 53.
Who am I kidding? I can forget about her. I'm sure she won't give me a moment's thought.
But Norman was wrong about that, because, as she rode back home on the bus with her shopping, Michelle definitely did think about him. And, those thoughts were distinctly lewd. She well remembered her visits to his study and in particular the one when they had nearly gone too far. What would have happened if they hadn't been interrupted? A little moan escaped her lips as she gave her imagination full reign. Sad though, it never happened.
She took out a small mirror from her handbag and checked her makeup. Does he still think I'm pretty? she wondered, as she added a touch more lipstick and ran her tongue over her white teeth. The dental work on them had cost her quite a sum, but had been worth it. Then she glanced down at her long legs splayed out carelessly on the seat. She had caught him looking at them just like he had done years ago in his study. He hasn't changed, she reckoned, but then again, neither had she.......
Then as the bus lurched round a corner, an even dirtier thought crept into her mind. She couldn't help but wonder if Mr. Reid would like to smack a 24 year old Michelle, take her panties off and .....Well, carry on with her where he had left off in his study....six years ago
She was shocked for even thinking such a thing and tried desperately to push it out of her mind.
But, in spite of herself, she kept thinking about it all the way home. And, surprisingly, she found those thoughts very exciting. Then, during the night those same thoughts returned.......and then again, the next morning......
She was getting wet with just the thought of what he might do to her if she let him.
She knew very well that a respectable married lady like herself should not entertain such wicked thoughts, but, the fact was that she just couldn't get that particular fantasy out of her head.
"So, what l what am I going to do about it?" She mused, as she lay back in the warm bath and played with her pussy. She recognised that it had rapidly become her no.1 dirty fantasy and something, most definitely,
would
have to be done about it.
Norman also thought about her a lot after their chance meeting in the City centre. He wondered if she was the same willing and obedient young girl he used to feel up in his study at school. It had been a perk of the job if ever there was one and it certainly had brightened up the dull routine of school life. And, the fact was, that she was the only girl who ever let him take such sexual liberties. The others had squirmed and bleated at the first sign of him stepping over the line and so he had backed off something quick every time. That way he kept his job and didn't get into any trouble with the parents or the school authorities. But, Michelle was different. He felt he could do just about what he wanted with her and there was never a murmur of dissent.
He used to keep her in his study twice as long as usual and savour every minute of it. In fact, he was making great progress with her just before she left school. He remembered vividly feeling her all over her delectable young arse and thighs and then getting his fingers on her pussy. God knows where it would have led to if his interfering secretary hadn't knocked on the door that day.
"And I never got another fucking chance at her did I?" He grumbled out loud; "My fault entirely of course. I should have followed it up. But I was too worried about my bloody job in those days."
Then he got to thinking of what it would be like to have such a session with the 24 year old Michelle; bend her over his desk up at the house and well...........get his hand away....... all over her curvaceous young body. He also imagined tugging down her panties, fingering her cunt and taking it as far as he damn well wanted.....even if she was a married woman.
He kept thinking along the same lines for days on end, in the library, in the pub and when wandering round the supermarket. He would invariably end up with a solid erection and have to relieve himself of it in the nearest toilet.
But, he knew it was just a fantasy. She was not a schoolgirl anymore and such a thing would never come about.......not now, after all this time.
