From theTop Shelf - Mrs. Robinson

I haven't posted a good F/m story for a while, so I returned to my favourite source, Rollin Hand, and his book, Tales from a Switch, which contains an assortment of both F/m and M/f stories. Today's selection is an excerpt from "The Graduate", based on the movie of the same name, but revised so that there is plenty of spanking.

Benjamin has been spying on his lovely young neighbour, Elaine Robinson, and has seen her being spanked by her mother. He thinks that Mrs. Robinson saw him watching them from his window, but isn't sure. The following evening his parents are hosting a party to celebrate his graduation, and he's about to find out.

“I have just one word for you, Ben. Plastics.”

All his father’s friends. Talking about what he should do. Ben wasn’t listening. Plastics. Right. He was watching Mrs. Robinson. Elaine was off somewhere and he was disappointed. After all, it was his graduation party. He shut out the constant yammering by walking around on the bottom of the pool in flippers and a mask.

Finally they all left, all except Mrs. Robinson who kept eyeing him intently.

“Benjamin, could you come over? I’d like you to help me with something,” she said once her husband had left for his club.

How could he refuse? His father said, “Go ahead, Ben. Your mother and I have to run an errand.”

Dutifully he followed her home, and not without some trepidation.

“Upstairs, Benjamin. Follow me,” she said leading the way. Ben had to admire the way her bottom cheeks flexed in the skirt as she ascended the stairs. “In here,” she said. “In Elaine’s room.”

She walked in and promptly sat on the bed. She eyed Benjamin. The silence was unnerving. Ben spoke, “Mrs. Robinson, what is this about?” She cocked her head toward the window. “Did you have a good view? Was it exciting?”

Ben froze. She knew. He would brazen it out. “W-what are you talking about Mrs. Robinson?”

“Come now, Benjamin, don’t try to deny it. You saw everything. Just like you see my daughter most nights when she doesn’t pull her shade down.” “Mrs. Robinson, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Ben shuffled nervously.

Mrs. Robinson smiled and leaned back on her hands. “I think you’re a boy who appreciates the female form. I think it excites you. You liked watching Elaine’s bare bottom being spanked, didn’t you?” Ben watched transfixed as she crossed her legs. Her skirt rode up and Ben was shocked to see that she wore no panties under the dress.

Ben gulped, realizing what was happening here. He cocked his head and with a tentative smile said, “Mrs. Robinson, are you trying to seduce me?”

She just threw her head back and emitted a throaty chuckle. She crooked her finger at him. “Come here, Ben,” she said in a husky voice. Ben was drawn forward like one hypnotized. He was unable to resist the attractive woman and her alluring smile. When he stood by her side her fingers went to the belt of his trousers. She unfastened them and pulled down his zipper. In one motion she yanked down his pants and jerked a startled Ben across her knee.

He started to struggle and protest but in a sharp icy voice she stopped his attempt to get up.

“You listen to me,” she hissed. “Elaine is not for you, do you understand? You will not peer at my daughter again. Why do you think I gave her the spanking of her life? It’s because I know she leaves that shade up and I will not have it.” She adjusted her grip and pulled Benjamin farther over her lap.

“Now, as for you, we are going to have a little understanding. Once I give you the hiding of your life, you will leave Elaine alone, do you hear me?”

Ben felt her fingers in the elastic of his  boxers. “Mrs. Robinson, what are you doing?” He yelped, panicked. Then he felt the rush of cool air as his underpants came down and he was bare from the waist to his knees.

“I’m going to punish you Benjamin. If you do not submit, I will tell your dear mother and father what their little graduate has been up to, all alone upstairs in his room. Now, you wouldn’t like that would you?”

“Please, no,” blubbed Ben. But she had him. The thought that she’d tell froze him with fear and embarrassment.

“Now you be a good little boy and take your spanking and we’ll see,” she cooed.

The next thing Ben felt were sharp spanks on his bare bottom, she was hitting him with something hard. That hairbrush. Yeow! It hurt like blazes.

The splats from the brush cracked down on his bare bottom cheeks with a fury. The intensity of the pain racked up higher with each crisp crack. His behind soon felt like an inferno. He bounced uncontrollably over the knees of his tormentress.

Splat! Splat! Whap! “Yeow, Mrs. Robinson! Please!” The only answer was a series of hard fast cracks that traveled all over his bare ass. She smacked him steadily, alternating searing smacks on left and right cheeks. The pain was excruciating. It penetrated to someplace in his core and threatened to overwhelm him. He wanted to break down and just cry from the humiliation of it all. He felt like howling, but he bit his lip so no one would hear. God, what if Elaine came home? Or Mr. Robinson?

Then she stopped. Thank God. She told him to rise. He stood before her rubbing his bottom. It was flaming hot and he was sure it had swollen to twice its normal size. Before his startled eyes Mrs. Robinson reached out to take his penis in her hand. She stroked it. Ben could not move. The pleasure made him weak in the knees. He became engorged.

She moved forward on the bed and spread her legs. “Kneel down Benjamin.” Ben knelt in front of her. She pushed his head beneath her skirt. “Do a good job,” she said, “or I’ll have you back over my knee. After that if you’re a good boy, you’ll have me. And yes,” she added, “NOW, I’m trying to seduce you.”

And she does. If you'd like to read the whole story, head on over to Rollin Hand's Disciplinary Tales, where you can order it from Amazon.