This story is a complete fantasy and has no association with real life whatsoever. No one is under the age of 20 and there is no physical hurt or pain.
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I really felt ashamed of myself. I knew I was slipping back into my old fantasy habits. A supposedly respectable married woman 39 years of age with this ridiculous fetish for dressing up in school uniform.
It had been more than a fantasy during my early thirties with the two old priests and Sister Mary. I think my fantasy thoughts started in my mid twenties after I had married Derek. I had hidden them for a long time but it started to get serious when I confessed my problem to old Father Peter.
To be honest, he had been wonderfully sympathetic and it was a relief when he agreed to tell Father John himself so that I would be spared embarrassment. Gradually they suggested that instead of taking Confession in the cold church I could take my Confession in the lovely warm lounge in their Church House.
Obviously it was necessary for Sister Mary to know but here again they made it so easy for me. The older Nun even suggested that I could wear my school uniform for Confession if I wished as long as no one else saw it. I had to tell Derek of course but the 3 clerics realised this was necessary.
Poor Derek had had some problems for some time with his liking for my clothes especially my undies so I think he was relieved in one way that I also had some embarrassments.
Over the years, my Confessions in the Church House did get out of hand as the old priests encouraged me to wear shorter and shorter skirts and started to tease me calling me Juicy Lucy. I absolutely adored this term and felt really down hearted when they sometimes called me Mrs Marlow.
As I was in my thirties at the time I knew that it wasn't really appropriate but I really wanted to be Juicy Lucy. I think it was Sister Mary suggested that instead of having to say the boring 3 Hail Mary's as penance, Father Peter should smack my bottom. It seemed sensible and it followed that Father John would spank me as well.
On some evenings Sister Mary would do it as well and she started to pull my knickers down as well to give me a 'proper spanking'.
They never hurt me of course and without going into too much details of the past, things became a lot more naughty than that. On some occasions Derek was permitted to watch the old priests see to me. Usually Sister Mary would have him in his pretty clothes.
As I said, those events were in the past. They stopped fairly naturally as the Bishop decided that the old priests were really too old to run a large Parish like ours and they were retired to a lovely Residential Home.
Sister Mary was promoted and became the 'live in' Housekeeper for the Bishop. It was all very neat but both Derek and I had to face up to the reality of the change.
It wasn't easy but we did well for a number of years. I was almost 38 when I started to use the internet and struck up some nice friendships. Derek knew about my new friends but never really liked the computer.
I did tell him some of the things but not all. As all the conversations on the chat programmes were all anonymous and we only used first names, it was possible to be very honest about what we liked and what we didn't and even talked about our own little fetishes and peculiarities.
I had several friends who told me odd things they liked and it seemed natural to tell them about my past pleasures which weren't strictly respectable.
One older couple I connected with were Edward and Elizabeth. They wrote such beautiful English it was clear they were really well educated. Strangely I found that generally I was attracted to older people. They always seemed so sensible and mature. I suppose that was the attraction with the old priests and Sister Mary.
It didn't take long before I told Edward about the old priests and how much my past behaviour worried me. He and Elizabeth were lovely. Elizabeth explained "What you must think about Lucy is whether you are hurting anyone. Clearly the priests were enjoying things and presumably you and Derek did as well?"
The more I thought about it I realised she was quite right. We all had enjoyed things. Derek tended to be a bit subservient to everyone but he was naturally that way anyway. Actually I confessed to Elizabeth that really my husband and I missed the excitement and the secrecy.
Elizabeth had chuckled. She seemed to understand how I felt and lowered her voice as she told me that she and Edward had been Senior teachers at a large school. Actually he had been Head master and she was the Senior Mistress and when they had started, corporal punishment for the very senior pupils over 18 was recommended.
I did ask her a few questions and she had felt a little self conscious when she confessed that they had both liked spanking the older girls and it had been clear that the girls themselves had liked it. She wasn't very clear but it did seem that some of the mothers had been involved as well. She explained "These sort of spanking fetishes are very common in older women, Lucy."
I did repeat one of my worries that although I had this such strong squishy feelings to be spanked, I was conscious that at my age I was a little fat, especially my bottom.
She laughed "You must understand Lucy. Older men would love to have you over their laps with your school skirt up and smacking you lovely plump bottom."
She added "Any Headmaster would love to pull your knickers down in that position. Actually a Senior Mistress would as well." I giggled. It seemed that as we were so anonymous we could be totally honest.
I was gradually telling the old couple all my secrets. It wasn't just one way though. They told me their innermost desires as well and I think we were all surging as we explained things.
Over the months my conversations with both Edward and Elizabeth were very frank as we all explained our innermost thoughts. I did in fact tell Derek quite a lot about them.
From time to time we returned to the theme of my worry about my fat bum. They were both very reassuring about how nice it must be and then Elizabeth sent me a picture of a young woman standing with her panties down handing over a spanking swish to a man who was not quite visible.
Elizabeth chuckled "What do you think of her bottom, Lucy?"
I laughed "She is even fatter than me, Elizabeth."
"Well Edward enjoyed it and so did I. So I think your bottom would be absolutely adorable."
She made me laugh. It was all so reassuring. She then sent another picture of the same woman over her husbands knee with her knickers now down around her ankles. I gasped. It was an erotic picture but the thing that made me gasp most was that I recognised the man as one of our elderly neighbours living about 50 yards away in the same avenue as Derek and I.
Elizabeth obviously couldn't hear my gasp and continued sending another 2 pictures which confirmed without any doubt their identity. One picture actually showed Elizabeth. I knew them as Mr and Mrs Lord. Not only were they neighbours but they really had been teachers in my former school. They had actually taught me although there had never been any suspicion of impropriety.
I couldn't let her go on blithely sending pictures. In the next 5 minutes I explained that I recognised them and who I was. She was devastated. I was anxious to allay any worries she may have and we did actually go through a few possible options. We also exchanged phone numbers. We didn't need the internet now.
I waited by the phone the next day but they didn't ring. They were probably as nervous as me. I telephoned them. They were both on the line and seemed anxious but well prepared.
They went through the options with me.
The first was obvious. We should stop corresponding on the internet. I didn't want that. Neither did they.
The second was to ignore our knowledge and carry on as if we didn't know. We all liked that but recognised we couldn't ignore something which we all knew.
Mrs Lord explained a third option. I could visit them in their house as Mrs Marlow but dressed up as a schoolgirl and they would take up their old roles as my teachers. She explained "You would usually be a naughty schoolgirl Mrs Marlow and you know what happens to them?"
I muttered "I will have my bottom spanked?"
Neither of them had to reply. We all knew the implications. It would be a lot more personal than simply smacking my bottom. In a way I was back to being Juicy Lucy Marlow with the old priests and Sister Mary. I knew I was going down the slippery slope.
I had already thought about it but in all honesty I wanted to go down the slippery slope and told them.
Elizabeth suggested that I discuss it with Derek. I said I would but I knew Derek had his own problems and would want to do as I decided. I also knew how he missed Sister Mary and the secret things.
I rang them back later and asked if I could visit them personally. Elizabeth knew exactly what I was saying. She sounded very efficient and I heard her say some things to her husband and receiving her instructions.
She told me "Mr Lord has told me that you can come over this evening Mrs Marlow. I assume you have the appropriate clothes in case you require chastisement?"
I knew what she was telling me and mumbled that I understood.
She was quite brusque now "Make sure you are wearing a long overcoat Mrs Marlow. Mr Lord and I have lived in this house for over 30 years. We don't want any scandal now at our age."
I muttered "Yes Miss."
She said "Right then Mrs Marlow. 7 pm prompt."
