For more than a week I tried to get Mrs. Mattenhausen out of my mind. It was futile. I was thinking about her all the time! The shame that I felt while she used me was just too good to ignore. If I had a girlfriend and was getting sex on a regular basis I might have been able to forget about her but this was not the case.
At work, in the Walmart lot while on cart duty, I started looking at the older retired ladies as they pushed their carts to their cars. At night I started reading and jerking off to mature and femdom stories. My desire for a repeat session with Mrs. Mattenhausen grew each day.
Eleven days after our session I broke down and called Mrs. Mattenhausen. She seemed very happy that I called her and we agreed that I would come over to her house after my shift at Walmart ended. I had butterflies in my stomach the whole six hour shift and couldn't wait til eight that evening when it would be over.
As soon as my shift was over I raced home and showered and by eight forty I was knocking on Mrs. Mattenhausen's door. She answered and welcomed me in with a juicy kiss. She looked better than before. She had a smug smile on her face and was more made up. She wore a floral print sundress and I could tell that she had a corset on underneath.
"So Ricky, did you come here for the sex?" She asked.
"Yes Ma'am." I answered in a humble voice.
"Good, but I will require much more from you than just sex." Mrs. Mattenhausen said in a stern voice. "You will be required to follow all of my rules and requests, not only here but away from here as well."
"Like what Mrs. Mattenhausen?" I asked.
"Well, you are to be respectful and on your best behavior at all times. Not only that but you are to live up to your potential. I want you to enroll in the local community college and work towards your associates degree."
"Yes Ma'am." I replied.
"Good!" She said, "Now that we have settled that, I need release. Last time you were to eager and didn't take enough time to properly pay homage to my body before you dumped your seed in me. I have a way of fixing that. We are going to cuff your hands behind your back so that you will have to work me over with just your mouth. Now Strip."
I stripped and left my clothes in a pile on the floor.
"No no Ricky." She scolded, "That just won't work! Fold your clothes neatly and put them on the chair. You need to be more organized and neat. After that bring me the wooden spoon that is on the counter by the sink and come to me for your first punishment for being such a slob."
I quickly folded the clothes as neatly as I could and put them on the chair. I put each sock in its respective shoe and placed them under the chair. When I waled into the living room naked carrying the wooden spoon Mrs. Mattenhausen was on the sofa sipping a glass of red wine.
She put her wine down on the coffee table and held her hand out for the spoon. I handed it to her. She then produced a pair of handcuffs and securely cuffed my wrists behind my back. Now she told me to lay across her lap. I did so as quickly as possible.
"Asses are perfect for punishment." Mrs. Mattenhausen began to lecture, while gently fondling mine. "After the punishment they are covered up and none are the wiser except for the improved soul whose but is on fire. Now lets see what we have to work with here?"
Mrs. Mattenhausen pulled my cheeks apart and seemed to be inspecting them. She laid the spoon down on my back and fondled my balls some. She held them and gave a few moderate tugs. My cock was rock hard! She then spread my cheeks apart once more and ran the fingers of her other hand up and down the inside of my crack a few times. It was so erotic! Soon she was just rubbing the pad of her index finger around my anus and I was leaking like crazy! No one had ever touched my asshole before and I never know it could feel so good.
She continued inspecting, fondling, rubbing and pinching my ass for couple of minutes before picking up the wooden spoon again.
"Ricky, do you know why am going to spank you?" She asked, "Please explain. Lessons usually sink in better if the person being punished verbalizes their transgression."
"Cause I wasn't neat about taking off my clothes, Ma'am."