Always Another Way

"I can see your nipples, even though the cloth," he said.

Ian reached out and cupped her breasts in his hands, rubbing across her nipples with his thumbs.

"You will have to think about this when you see Ms Gray,"

Her nipples pointed straight at him through the thin cloth covering her tits, and... was there a wet spot in the crotch of her panties? With exaggerated deliberation removed her tie then unfastened the buttons of her shirt to let if fall away slowly, revealing her lovely breasts. Her cotton knickers stretched enticingly over her pelvis and were moulded by the form of her mound nestling within.

"John Fairhurst told me that one of the forms of punishment they use at Havisham's shop is spanking and caning. Tell me, were you spanked when you went there today?"

Steph's mouth dropped open.

"He hasn't told you, has he?... I mean, maybe I was punished, but it's all done and dusted now."

"Yes, but shouldn't I be the one spanking you, not some random old man in a shop!"

"So, you want to spank me as well, do you?"

The obvious answer was, "Yes he bloody well did!"

Once the headmaster told him what really happens at Havisham's, he knew then that he wanted some of that action for himself!

Steph stood hands on her hips, weighing defiance.

"You've never spanked me.....!"

"......Until now! Do you want it standing up, or do you want me to take you over my knee?"

"You mean you're actually going to spank me?" A look of sudden concern came to her face, combined with shock at the realization that he was not bluffing.

He sat down and pulled Steph to him. She was not sure what was about to happen.

"Please,..."

She resisted as he pulled her toward him and smacked her bum with his free hand. Now she knew he was serious. He spanked her bum again and all resistance left her arm. She stepped forward, her lower lip suddenly trembling and batting away a tear trying to escape. She took another half step forward. She stepped between his legs as he looked up at her. There was something in her eyes; a strange look that he had never seen before.

Steph pulled free from his hand and put her arms around his neck, hugging him, pulling herself against him, burying his face in between her breasts. He touched her leg gently with his fingers and Steph inhaled sharply as he ran his hands up the backs of her thighs, over her stocking tops and brushed over her bum. He tapped it lightly with his hand.

"You're not finished, are you?"

She bit her lip as she looked down at him. Her eyes were... hungry and expectant...

Steph turned sideways then hooked her fingers into the waistband of her blue school knickers and began pushing them down. She stopped when they were at mid-thigh. For the first time Ian could see the evidence of her punishment at Havisham's. The redness from the hand spanking and the six parallel crimson lines, perfectly applied, across her bum cheeks. Their angry redness had subsided, but they were still hot to the touch. He ran his fingers over the corrugations. It was evident that they had been laid down by an expert.

Steph sighed as he pushed her knickers the rest of the way down her legs and then she stepped out of them. He pulled her over his knee as his cock throbbed painfully in his trousers.

"Looks like Havisham has left his calling card on your bum!"

Without further ado, Ian cupped his hand and brought it down on her bottom sharply.

Smack!

Steph jumped in his lap and wrapped an arm around his leg.

"Ohhh!"

He spanked her again. And again. And again. He could see her bottom getting even redder very quickly. The memory of her humiliation and Havisham's painful caning came rushing back to her. She was beginning to lose control.

"More! Spank me some more."

Ian couldn't believe it. At first, she didn't want him to spank her at all. Now, she was asking for it. He spanked her again, three more times. She whimpered.

His cock was so hard that sitting down was becoming decidedly uncomfortable. He shifted, trying to find some room in his trousers so Steph slid to the floor. She looked up at him, slowly moving a hand down between her legs. She was aroused, her fingers were clearly wet. Her eyes bore a look of guilt for having been found out. His spanking was clearly stoking her pleasure.

"Do I need to spank you some more, darling?" He hoped she'd nod her head yes.

She did. Timidly. Hopefully.

He put her back over his knee and began spanking her again. Steph was panting almost immediately. He smacked her on the left and then on the right, and as he developed a rhythm, he felt her arm moving as she fingered herself.

As soon as he stopped, her hand grabbed at his and pulled it into her sodden, swollen pussy. Her hand lay over his as she pushed one of his fingers in between her wet, puffy lips. She closed her eyes and moaned loudly.

"Naughty girl. You're so wet!" He slid his finger in and out of her cunt.

"Mmmm... I am. Mmmm..."

He spanked her bum with a finger inside her pussy and watched as her free hand grabbed a breast.

"Oh!" Steph panted as her fingers dug into his arm.

He spanked her again, and again, Steph panted and moaned and pinched her nipple, twisting it.

"Again. Spank me again."

It took a few swats and found the balance between stroking Steph's pussy and spanking her bum. Soon he was spanking and finger fucking her at the same time. Moaning loudly, she soaked his hand with her pussy juice. She was close to orgasm.

"Oh... it feels so good... spank me... fuck my pussy... ohhh... you're going to... you're going to make me cum... do you want to make me cum?"

He lifted her off his knee and stood her up. Spreading her legs he moved his head towards her pussy. Her eyes rolled in pleasure as she felt his moist warm tongue teasing around her, then slowly being inserted inside her pussy. He pushed in and around with a quick licking motion, up over her clitoris. God this was so erotic. She took both her hands and placed them behind his head, pulling his face harder into her pussy. He continued to tongue his way around Steph's pussy, making her squirm.

She felt herself building up to a huge orgasm. She continued to pull on his head as she felt his tongue push hard against her clit. Then she felt a finger slowly and gently probing her tight little puckered anus.

"Oh my God!"

Steph couldn't contain herself and screamed.

"Push it in, please, push it in!"

He continued to ease his finger deep inside Steph's virgin arse while still tonging her shaven pussy. She convulsed and ground his face into her crotch.

This was all very well but Ian was now desperate for some relief for himself. He needed to fuck her....right now. He jumped up and dropped his trousers and boxer shorts in one action. From behind, he pulled her bottom cheeks apart to gently open her up. He put his cock between her red bum cheeks and rubbed up and down her crack a few times before guiding his swollen head inside her hot honeypot. He pushed deeper, discovered that she was already well lubricated and so had no trouble in going 'balls-deep' on the first stroke.

In uncontrolled lust he continued to sink his cock deep into her wet pussy while his hands kneaded the buttocks he had just spanked. He thrust into his wife again and again and again. The moist folds of her pussy felt fantastic, hot and sticky, and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold out if he fucked her wet pussy for too long. He wanted to make it last, but knew that all the excitement had put him on a short fuse!

He pulled out of her pussy and before she had time to protest, he rubbed the head of his cock against her bum hole a few times. She didn't struggle or resist so he pushed gently. She opened up enough for me to get the crown of my cock inside her arse. She cried out with the pain of having her arse stretched so wide, however he rocked back and forth until he managed to get a few inches in. He could feel her muscles involuntarily contracting and squeezing his cock tightly. It was tighter than the tightest pussy imaginable. The sensation was unbelievable, she was so tight and he could feel his climax building rapidly.

Steph began to struggle and cried out even louder as he made short thrusts with the end of his cock just inside her arse. He couldn't last any longer and felt himself start to spurt. He pulled out and shot ribbons of hot spunk shot all over her bum hole and bright red arse cheeks.

He collapsed, panting, onto the floor. She bent over to pick up her shirt. Looking up he could see the striped, welted cheeks of her bottom, the dark moist area between her legs, and the slow, white ooze of his cum trickling out of her dilated anus. Steph looked over her shoulder at him, still aroused. He patted her on the bum. What a day! She now only had to face Mr Fairhurst and Ms Gray in the morning!

Steph decided to dress into her school uniform at home and cover herself up with a long coat for the journey to school. She put on the gymslip, blazer, navy blue panties, white shirt, tie, black stockings and suspenders and black shiny shoes as she had been fitted out for at Havisham's. Brushing her hair in the mirror, she admired her sexy school girl look and left the house with nervous excitement. As she walked towards her car, she couldn't help feeling very naughty, wearing a sexy school uniform underneath her coat.

As she entered the school, she made sure that her coat was fastened right to the very top, so nothing was showing. She made her way to Mr Fairhurst's office, nervous about having to face Ms Gray again. She knocked on his door and was summoned in. The headmaster sat behind his desk and invited Steph to be seated. He then rang for Ms Gray to join them.

"So, you made the wise decision to pay a visit to Haversham's as part of your punishment yesterday. I hope you have learned your lesson and once Ms Gray is happy with the results, we can put this sorry episode behind us."

Steph nodded silently.

"Please take off your coat so Ms Gray can see the fruits of your visit to Haversham's."

Steph stood up and unbuttoned her coat, dropping it onto the chair. The headmaster's eyes lit up at the sight of her in stockings and short a skirt.

"Lovely! Now turn around for us."

Steph did a slow 360 spin, trying to keep her skirt from riding up any further.

"So, taking into consideration your height differences, Haversham has measured you and made sure that this gymslip skirt is exactly the same length as the skirts that you allow your daughter to wear at school. As I understand it, your disagreement with Ms Gray was on the basis that you consider this to be perfectly acceptable. Am I correct?" he said.

"I suppose so," Steph replied, suddenly not so sure of herself.

"So, if you turn around and bend forwards, what do you think we will be able to see?"

"I don't know," she lied.

"Well, do it and we can judge for ourselves!"

Steph was well and truly cornered so she was forced to comply. The hem on her gymslip shot up and her stocking tops and navy-blue knickers soon came into view.

"So, Ms Gray and myself can clearly see your schoolgirl knickers. It's not ladylike and is quite vulgar. Is that what you want for your own daughter?"

"...No. Not really."

"So, you agree with Ms Gray that this skirt is too short for school wear?"

"I suppose so..." she almost whispered.

"Good. I'm glad we agree! As we can already see your knickers, Ms Gray would like to see the evidence that you suffered both pain and humiliation at Haversham's establishment. The humiliation part is clear to see in that you are grown woman wearing a schoolgirls uniform. What she would like to see are the cane marks on your bottom to satisfy herself that you suffered some pain."

"What, show her my bum?"

"Exactly!" he replied.

Steph had gone this far so there was no point in backing down now. She lifted her gymslip and pulled her navy-blue knickers down to below her bum cheeks. The six red lines were still there, but had faded in colour.

"Keep your skirt up while Ms Gray checks that the stripes are real."

Steph closed her eyes in total shame as her arch enemy took great delight in slowly running her fingers over the six raised cane lines on her bum. Her embarrassment was crushing! To make matters even worse, Mr Fairhurst joined in with the fondling and groping of her bottom - purely for research purposes, you understand!

"My, my, old man Havisham is real Cane-Smith isn't he? Just marvel at the accuracy of those strokes. A veritable work of art!"

He made Steph spread her legs wider then moved his hand towards her pussy. His index finger collected a drip of the sticky wetness that was leaking out. He showed it to Ms Gray who shook her head in disgust.

"I seem to recall that there was a requirement that a bra should not be worn with this uniform. Have you followed the instructions Steph?" he asked.

"Yes, headmaster."

"So, take off your gymslip and show us," he challenged.

Turning her back to them, she slowly undid the zip of her gymslip and slid it down her body and legs. It lay in a pool at her feet on the floor.

"Turn around."

Her closely fitting white shirt revealed her hardened pouting nipple buds, just had it did in the shop. He reached out an eager hand and rubbed his fingers across her juicy nipples. Steph just closed her eyes in shame.

"Well done, you have been a good girl...... I think that we are both satisfied that punishment has been served. Your suspension is lifted and you can resume work from tomorrow."

"I hope that you have learned a valuable lesson, maybe you also learned something about yourself...... most young ladies who visit Haversham's seem to!"

"Although this has been a regrettable, one-off incident, please be assured that any further misdemeanours or disciplinary matters may require you to make further visits to Haversham's!! Do you understand?"

"Oh, yes....please!"

END