“So, you naughty boy,” she commanded in a stern tone, “I've caught you playing with your bird again have I?”
“Oh no, Miss,” he defended himself instinctively as a lad would have done under the circumstance. “I was just itchy and scratching myself.”
“It that so?” she sounded unconvinced. “I shall just check to see if you are telling the truth.” Dropping her strap to a chair beside her, the woman bent and began to open the front of his trousers. Having seen the bulge there, she well knew what she would find. Her hands were smooth and efficient and a moment later, she withdrew the stiff throbbing cock which she gripped firmly.
“You denied that you were playing with yourself, you naughty boy. What would you call this thing I have in my hand? I see that you are not just a dirty little boy who plays with his bird until it gets hard, you are also a liar, for that, you are going to be punished.”
“How are you going to punish me, Miss?” he asked in a sniveling tone. “Are you going to make me stay in my room?”
“Such a foolish suggestion,” she snapped. “I am going to take your clothes off, lay you across my lap and spank you very hard so that you will cry like a baby while your naughty bum burns like fire.”
“Please Miss, I'll be good. Please don't spank my on my bare bum.”
Her hands were already working on his clothes as she continued to talk. “You may snivel all you like, you bad boy, but your bare bum will dance under my strap. Do you hear me?”
“Yes, Miss,” he sobbed. “Please don't spank me too hard. It hurts.”
Harry was naked then except for his socks which she permitted him to keep on since she found they heightened the impression of nudity.
His tool jutted out hard and straight, begging that she strap him even as his voice pleaded that she not do so.
“Now then, you bad boy,” she scolded as she sat on the bed in front of him, “you are going to answer some questions and for every lie you tell, I shall add another strapping. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Miss,” Harry sobbed in a stunningly accurate portrayal of a little boy. “I'll tell the truth.”
“Very well then,” she commenced the interrogation, “what were you thinking of while you were playing with your bird in that naughty way?”
There was a pause, then he began to answer in the same sobbing tone. “Please, Miss, I was thinking about your bum. It's so pretty.”
“How dare you,” the voice cracked like a whip in the silent room. “How do you know what my bum looks like? You've surely never seen it.”
“Please, Miss, one night while you were undressing for your bath, I peeped through a slit in the wall. I saw you with your back to me as you soaped and rinsed your pretty bum. The water made the pretty cheeks all shiny and nice and I wanted to rub it the way you were doing.”
“So, you're a spy in the bargain. Well, you dirty boy, I'll give your bare bum a rubbing but it won't be a pleasant one for you, I'll wager. Get over my lap.”
Before permitting him to do so though, Elizabeth raised her bottom from the bed and jerked her gown up high over her waist. The lap she commanded him to mount was her sleek, bare thighs.
With a last strangled sob, Harry was a very little boy as he draped hid bare body across the silken thighs to receive his spanking. His whole body trembled then. Really, he was no longer a man at all, but the young boy he pretended to be and a fear ran through him which sent his cock into a new state of excited hardness.
For a few moments, the woman patted and stroked his buttocks as she continued to scold him. Then, without a warning, her right hand raised and the palm slapped hard in the first spank.
Harry let out a little cry of pain and the big palm slapped hard on the other cheek. For a long time, while he cried and pleaded, she continued to spank his heaving bottom with her hand so that it turned a bright red hue.
There was a pause in the spanking then as she reached across his trembling body to pick up the strap. Bringing her hand back slowly, she permitted the strap to slide on the tingling buttocks as a warning of what was to come.
Gripping him tightly around the waist and raising her right leg to elevate his behind a little, Elizabeth brought the strap down with a stinging slap that wrenched a cry of pain from the boy.
Raising the strap, she watched as a line of deeper red blossomed against the color her hand had imparted to the cheek. She brought the strap down again.
After a half dozen stinging slaps with the strap, Elizabeth sensed that he would be content to have the beating end there and move on to other things. It was not going to be, though. She was enjoying it with a wonderful relish and could feel herself building toward climax.
Again and again the biting strap slapped the churning buttocks as Harry howled and begged for mercy. At last, dropping the strap, she rained a series of spanks all over both cheeks with her hand, then, gripping one cheek and squeezing with her fingers digging into the sensitized skin, her body lurched as she enjoyed a truly magnificent come.
Elizabeth rested for a little while, staring at the glowing buttocks and dreaming of what was yet to come. When she was ready, she stood the still sobbing Harry on his feet and began to undress. She was entirely nude so that he stared at the bare bum he had boasted of having seen while she bathed. He reacted to the sight not as a man, but as the little boy he still pretended to be.
“Now then, you terrible boy,” she looked over her shoulder as she spoke, “is this the bare bum you peeped at while I bathed?”
“Yes, Miss,” Harry sobbed.
“Then I think you owe it an apology. You see, you beastly little boy,” she patted the curved cheeks as she spoke, “it is a very good bum and it doesn't get spanked as naughty bums do. Let it know you're sorry you peeped at it.”
“I don't know how,” he wailed.
“Then I'll show you, Harry. I'm going to kneel on the bed with my bum up. You are going to cover both cheeks with kisses, then you're going to part them very gently and kiss my hole. After you've kissed it, you're going to push your tongue deep inside and lick it until I tell you to stop. Do you understand that? Do you realize that if you don't do it well, my strap will sing again and your arse will be on fire?”
In a sobbing, little boy voice, Harry assured her that he understood what she meant and would do it even though he wasn't very happy about it.
Managing to hide her superior smile, Elizabeth lowered herself carefully onto the bed with her knees well apart so that her bare bum arched invitingly toward him.
Moments later, he was kneeling on the floor between her feet and she felt first his hands then his lips begin to graze over the silken skin of her buttocks. He covered both cheeks with kisses and when she reminded him sharply, his hands parted the smooth globes to bring the dark hole and all of the valley into view.
His kiss was tentative at first then his tongue was licking the full length of the valley and returning often to center on the tight hole.
More and more then, he licked the anus and began his task of pushing his tongue inside. Elizabeth felt fluids filling her bum crack and knew that he was bathing her as he had been instructed to do.
Only when her twat began to throb with hunger did it end. Turning over on the bed, she lay on her back with a wide smile of satisfaction as she parted her thighs wide, bent her knees and presented her cunny to him.
“Lick it and suck it, Harry. Make ma have a come or your arse will pay a terrible price. Suck me off so that I'm very contented or I'll use my strap on your arse once again. You won't like that, Harry. It will make you cry and plead. Start sucking. Suck… suck… suck…”
It was all the warning Harry needed. His buttocks still throbbed from the strapping and he wanted no more. Seconds later, his hands cupped her buttocks and drew up as his face pressed into the fragrant warmth of her hot, moist cunt.
As he sucked and licked, he made small eager noises which were a blend of the sobs still generated by the tingling in his behind and his growing passion as his mouth burrowed greedily into the softness of her warm, throbbing crotch which rewarded his seeking tongue as it lapped up the juices she provided in abundance.