Ruth emerged into the outer office, from Miss Greeves's private study, to be met by Coral's astonished gaze. She could hardly blame the secretary for being wide-eyed and embarrassed, she thought. Not only was Ruth more than a little red in the face, but the door to the study was not exactly soundproofed. Even though Ruth had managed to keep her teeth tightly clenched throughout, there could have been no mistaking the sound of the crisp smacks, spaced at precisely fifteen- second intervals, for anything other than what they were. Since Ruth had been the only person in the room apart from Miss Greeves herself, it followed that Coral must have realised that Ruth had taken six of the very best, and across her bare bottom.There. It wasn't so difficult to tell him after all.
Ruth herself was certainly in no doubt. It was with the greatest difficulty that she resisted the temptation to massage her smarting rear. Miss Greeves kept herself in commendable trim and, despite her age, there was nothing wrong with the strength of her right arm. Nor was there any doubt that the tawse, now safely back in Ruth's briefcase, was fully functional and not just a souvenir.
Miss Greeves had swept all her papers to one side of the desk and indicated that Ruth should bend over and hold on to the far edge. Ruth was becoming so inured to having her bottom smacked that she hardly raised a murmur of protest. She had, however, looked over her shoulder in some alarm, ready to appeal, when her panties were pulled down. Then she remembered exactly how Nicky Shaw had protested when Ruth herself had been in control, and how the protest had fallen on deaf ears. She had turned her head back to face the front, accepting that she must take what was due, and awaited while Miss Greeves took up her position.
"You were right." Ruth managed a watery smile at the open-mouthed Coral. "She HAS changed a bit while I was away."
"Ruth, surely she didn't...I mean...I couldn't help hearing...At least, I thought I heard..."
"You did hear correctly and yes she did. But I don't want to talk about it now, OK? Maybe later." Ruth was in no mood for conversation and she desperately needed to be somewhere private, somewhere she could cool down and inspect the damage.
A few moments later, safely locked in the ladies wash-room, she ruefully craned her neck round to inspect herself in the mirror. As she expected, the three fingers of the tawse had left her bottom a rich crimson, with darker lines where the fingers separated and pinched the flesh up into little ridges. At least now the slate was completely clean. She trusted Lillian Greeves to keep her word and not refer to the matter again, just as she was equally sure that Lillian would keep her other promise - to apply the senior cane to Ruth's bare bottom if ever she thought the young teacher's performance needed correcting again.
She realised, ruefully, that she had left her little jar of Moon Balm at home. She had never, in her wildest dreams, imagined she would ever need that little jar at work! Taking her last class of the day was going to be rather uncomfortable, not to mention the drive home.
As she considered the prospect, her fingers strayed downward. Ruth looked around guiltily, although she knew that she was quite alone. Checking that the lock on the door was secure, she returned to the mirror, bending over in front of it to get a better view of her lower curves. Placing her splayed fingers flat across her stomach, she relished the sensation as they slid down towards the dark shadow of her groin. She closed her eyes and grinned. What kind of thrashing would I get from Lillian if she caught me doing this on school property, she thought. Now that would mean a damn good caning and no mistake! It had not occurred to her that this time there was no excuse of Moon Balm acting as a sexual stimulus, there was just the heat of the tawse pulsing through her bottom which was driving her desires.
Ruth knew that the next embarrassing meeting she would have to face was with Tony. She kept telling herself she had nothing to feel guilty about. After all, she had merely been sent on a training course in connection with her work, something which had happened to her many times before and which Tony also had to do from time to time. Nothing had happened; she had not cheated on him and, in any case, their arrangement, although of quite long standing, had nothing cut and dried about it. They were both free agents, despite Tony's semi permanent residence in her house. There was no contractual obligation.
In that case, said the little voice at the back of her mind which kept prodding away, why do you keep trying to justify yourself? Ask yourself, my girl, what would you say if Tony came home and told you he had spent the last two days giving bare-arsed spankings to a group of pretty girls? This conversation with her inner self continued throughout the journey home. The warmth and tenderness in her rear, which the well-worn springing of her car seat did nothing to reduce, combined with the kaleidoscope of erotic images which flashed across her vision, did not improve Ruth's road-safety awareness one iota.
She arrived home, and abandoned her car in the drive in her usual fashion, then opened the front door to find the little red light of her answering machine winking at her. Pressing the replay button as she kicked the door closed behind her, she listened to Tony's voice, distorted by the scratchy tape. "Hi sweetie! I'm afraid I'm going to be late again tonight, so go ahead and eat without me. In fact I may be really late so don't wait up. But I will definitely be there sometime. Love you! Bye!"
She was annoyed and deflated. Damn, I wanted to talk him through this situation slowly. Instead of which he's going to be so late there will be no time for talk. Just his body next to hers in bed. Slam! Bam! Thank you, Ruth! ....and goodnight.
There was nothing else for it but to swallow her disappointment and dine alone. As she changed out of her working clothes into something more casual, she took time out for another inspection of her posterior in the mirror. The backs of her legs still carried a faint tracery of scratches from the birch twigs, although the Moon Balm had made the healing process far quicker than she would have imagined possible. Higher up, the full globes of her buttocks were still as crimson as they had been when she checked in the school rest-room. The smarting which had troubled her for most of the afternoon was abating somewhat, but she was still very aware that she had received a darn good strapping! Looking longingly at the small glass jar which she had placed on her dressing table, Ruth made a deliberate decision not to use the balm. For one thing, there wasn't all that much left and , for another, now that the worst of the sting had gone, the residual feeling of warmth in her bottom really wasn't that unpleasant.
Several hours later, after a lonely evening watching nothing in particular on TV, Ruth decided it was time for bed, Tony or no Tony. She undressed and went to the bathroom then returned and pondered over her night attire. It was a little chilly and she was alone so she eventually eschewed various flighty creations in favour of an old favourite, a pair of men's striped pyjamas. If he's going to leave me in bed on my own at least I'll be as warm as I can be, she thought.
After reading in bed for half an hour, Ruth put out the light, but found it difficult to drop off to sleep. As her thoughts drifted between the conscious and the unconscious , so the warmth in her bottom became more intrusive, and the meanderings of her mind more and more erotic. She had just rolled over onto her stomach and was cushioning her head in her arms in an effort to find a comfortable spot when she heard Tony's car in the drive. At least she thought it was Tony, although she distinctly heard two doors slam. A moment or two later, she heard his key in the lock then his footsteps in the hallway, so she put her head down again and tried to relax, though sleep was now impossible, at least until Tony came to join her. She waited expectantly as he came up the stairs and went to the bathroom. Then he was at the doorway.
"Ruth," he whispered softly, "are you still awake?"
"Well, even if I wasn't, I am now," she replied, feigning irritation.
"Good." The duvet was suddenly whipped away from her. "Because I would hate to spank a sleeping beauty." His hand whacked down onto her upturned and sensitive posterior and even the material of the pyjamas did not lessen the sting very much.
"Oh Owwwww! What was that for? You beast!" She was angry now and rolled quickly across to the other side of the bed.
"How many times do I have to remind you about locking your car at night?" Tony sounded pretty cross and Ruth remembered that she had come straight into the house, scatter-brain fashion, and had completely forgotten to lock her car. So that's what the second car door was! He's been checking up on me! Tony had put the light on , and was advancing round the bed towards her.
"No, please, let me explain," she cried, backing away from him, her heart pounding.
"Nothing to explain. It wasn't locked....again...and you've had your last warning!"
"No, Tony, not tonight please. Not a spanking. I've had a bad day. You wouldn't believe...oh no please!" The last word was dragged out in a plaintive squeal as he caught hold of her arm and pulled her towards him. Ruth put up the best fight she could,but the pyjamas made it easy for Tony to maintain a hold, even though the buttons of the jacket popped open in a rapid sequence, making Ruth grab frantically to pull it round her. It was all over in a few seconds and Ruth was forced to concede defeat as she was pulled firmly across his lap. This is becoming a habit, the little voice in her head told her, and what's more - as she felt her pyjama bottoms being yanked down - you are getting to like it! Ruth studied the pattern on the carpet, making a performance for Tony's benefit, kicking her legs to rid them of the encumbering pyjamas, and squealing, giggling and pleading for mercy in mock terror.
Tony trapped her flailing legs in his, and planted one hand firmly on her back, holding her in position, bottom up, for what she expected was going to be a very rapid warming. When the expected slap did not fall, she tried to wriggle around to see what he was doing, but could only see his raised hand, in the classic open-palmed position, ready to strike.
"What's the matter? You've seen my bottom before. If you're going to spank me, for God's sake get on with it. A girl could catch her death of cold stuck like this, you know!"
"I may have seen your bottom many times before," Tony said deliberately, "but it was never this colour. What on earth have you been up to......and with whom?"
"Oh hell, Tony, it's an awfully long story. Look if you're not going to spank me, now you've got me in this position, at least do something useful. There is a jar of ointment on the bedside table, do me a favour and rub some of it in to my bum. Please? All over the red bits."
"It had better be a very good story, " Tony growled angrily as he reached for the jar. "It seems to me that you have been putting yourself about a bit, my girl, and if you haven't got a really convincing excuse for why your bottom is in this condition, it'll be more than just a bit red by the time I finish with it!"
His hand, loaded with Moon Balm, came down on the centre of her left cheek with a slap which made her yelp, just to emphasise the point. "Come on, start talking!" He began to massage her bottom, in a none too gentle rotary motion. Ruth began to recount the tale of her activities, leaving nothing out, and going right back to her first encounter with Nicky Shaw and Robin Henderson in the school shower rooms.
It was a long story, and took a lot of massaging. With Tony's ministrations, Ruth's bottom and thighs became slippery. With the slipperiness, Tony's hands naturally tended to stray and, as the balm took effect, soothing her various aches and pains, Ruth started to relax and make things a little easier. Eventually Tony let Ruth up from her undignified position over his knee. He had already stripped down to his boxer shorts and Ruth made short work of removing them. To even things up, he slipped the pyjama jacket off her shoulders, and gripped it tightly as it reached her elbows, so that her arms were pinioned tightly behind her.
Ruth felt her head swimming as he nibbled at her breasts, his teeth nipping and teasing gently, the tip of his tongue circling, tickling, tantalising, as the dark peaks of each nipple hardened and rose in turn. When she could stand it no longer, she slipped her arms out of the flapping jacket and grabbed him around the waist with both hands.
It was Tony's turn to throw his head back and gasp for breath as she ran her tongue down his chest, then lower across his stomach, the dark hairs of his body tickling her nostrils as she descended, until finally she was kissing the tip of his erect cock, ready to open her mouth and take it fully inside. The taste of it was salty on her tongue, his scent musky on her nostrils. She let out a small cry of disappointment that this new experience was denied her, as she was lifted up and flung hard down on the bed. Then he was on her, his weight crushing the breath out of her.
Ruth splayed her legs wide to receive him, and screamed softly as the invitation was accepted. Then her thighs were clamped to his ribcage, her ankles locked together behind him, and the bed creaked as the two bodies rose and fell as one, his gasps for breath mingling with her groans as his stiff shaft drove ever more deeply inside her.
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