Miss Taylor Takes Her Punishment

When the phone rang, Tim was laying on Lela’s side, her right leg trapped between both of his thighs. His left hand was holding the back of her neck, mouth over her generous nipple and right hand palping the smooth mound between her thighs which glistened with her arousal. He was slowly grinding his hips, making the head of his cock slide deliciously over her tanned, smooth skin. With a deep sigh he rolled off her and answered. Had it been the home phone her would have ignored it but this was the shop. He grunted a few times and finally said “OK, we’ll be right over, keep her out back. Yes. Yes. OK, well, be ready to leave as soon as we get there.” Lela was watching him, lips pursed in frustration. Standing up and pulling on his shorts he nodded towards the door. “C’mon. Shoplifter.”

It was 5.15 when they pulled up outside their shop, which they considered to be the finest ladies outfitters in the county. The assistant manager was hovering by the door, anxious to be off, and the shutters were down. Lela spoke to her briefly, nodded and let her go. Tim locked the door behind her and they set off to the storeroom, where the thief was confined. Both were in their mid-forties, both overly tanned but whilst Tim was toned for a man of his age, Lela was deliciously curvy. She was a woman who was always meant to be the size she was so, although her behind and tummy were ample, and her breasts prominent and fleshy, she didn’t look overweight. She favoured clothes and jewellery that often led to comments about lack of class behind her back, but as far as she was concerned that was other people being jealous. She was voracious in every aspect of her life.

Tim, although a physically strong presence was always slightly in awe of her and, if truth be known, a little subservient.

“Well, I never!” exhaled Lela as they entered the storeroom. “Tim, look, it’s that supply teacher from up at the Priory. Do you remember? We met her at Jonathan's play, oh you do remember?” Sat at the table, eyeliner a little smudged, was a slim woman in her early twenties who now wore a shocked expression. She had a slightly grown-out bob, and a blue gabardine mac which was synched shut with a belt. Bare legs and court shoes. “Oh…” frowned Tim “… Um, so this was probably a mistake and, we, ahh…” “I think not, dear.” Lela turned to face him directly, pulling that face that she used when he said the wrong thing at social gatherings. The face that said ‘stop talking’. She leant in closer, holding his stare, and then looked down at his crotch and back. She mouthed ‘Aren’t you still horny?’ His face lit up. ‘Ahh!’ he mouthed, and nodded. Lela stared at him for a second longer, shook her head, and turned back to the confused looking girl at the table. “What’s your name, dear?”

“Rose Taylor. I….”

“’I’ nothing, Miss Taylor… You’re in a bit of a pickle, I’d say. A teacher from the private school, stealing from a reputable local business. Oh yes, terrible trouble, wouldn’t you agree?” Miss Taylor nodded, miserably. “Well, what can we do about that? Do you exclude pupils who make little mistakes, Miss Taylor?” She shook her head, face down. “No. But I expect they’re taught a lesson, eh, something to make them think twice about breaking the rules again?” A nod. “So what was it you were caught trying to steal?”

“Underwear. Look, I’m so…”

“Underwear? What, that underwear on the table?” Lela pointed to the tiny heap of ivory silk in front of the cowering teacher. Again a nod. “Well it’s certainly not our finest. Quite pricey but a little drab… But of course, perhaps you took something else?” Vigorous shaking of the head. “Yes, yes, well of course a thief would deny anything of the sort. And I’m afraid we can’t take the word of a known thief. Stand up, Miss, and get that coat off. We’ll have to search you.” Miss Taylor looked up sharply. “What? Would you rather we called the school? The police?”

Rather forlornly, Miss Taylor did as she was asked. Under the coat she was dressed in a muted manner. In fact most things about her were muted; her hair, her pastimes, her upbringing. She’d stolen the underwear (she could never afford such things on her salary) because she was desperately trying to mimic things she’d read about in books that she’d confiscated at the school, sexual books, books that made her resent her virginity, her lack of sexuality… Miss Taylor was a woman who had never pleasured herself, had cast out lascivious thoughts whenever they’d entered her head. Up until recently. That very morning she had visited a beauty salon and, fighting herself every second of the way, had her pubic hair removed by a girl slightly younger than herself. She had later tried to steal the underwear because tonight she had been planning to seduce herself.

Lela looked at the woman in front of her. Her breath quickened slightly on seeing how malleable she clearly was. Underneath the mundane clothing she could detect a quite delightful body, with small perky breasts and a flat tummy. She felt a flare of pleasure in her crotch as she decided what to do next. She motioned Tim to stand behind the teacher, then walked around the table to stand in front of her. “Lift your arms up, Miss Taylor.” She shook her head. “Tim, lift Miss Taylors arms above her head please.” The teacher gasped as her wrists were grabbed and hoisted up. “Now. Just you keep thinking about your job, and of how it might just go, and of how you can save it…” She placed her palms on the elbows of her prisoner and slowly moved them down to the shoulders, into the armpits, and down the sides of Miss Taylor’s torso, enjoying the slight swell of the breasts, and the accompanying wriggling. Tim was breathing through his mouth now, clearly excited. She continued over the hips and thighs then stood up and took the wrists from Tim. “Pat down her bottom, darling.” Miss Taylor bit her bottom lip as Tim caressed her buttocks for some time. “Now her front Tim.” He pressed against her back as he reached around and her mind whirled with sensations. The hot, sweet breath of the large lady in her face, his faster breathing close to her ear, the feeling of hands over her body, from the slight discomfort of being held so tightly at the wrists, to the shameful glide of palms over her untouched breasts. The churning in her stomach was suddenly at odds with the tightening of her nipples and, with in a moment of shock and realisation, Miss Taylor felt the first stirrings of something hot and wild deep in her cunny. Behind her, Tim shook his head at Lela. “Nothing, eh? Well maybe we need to look a little closer. Take her wrists, darling.” Lela stared Miss Taylor in the eye, a slight smile playing over her lips. She began to unbutton her blouse. Miss Taylor’s eyes widened and she began to wriggle as a gasp escaped. “Stop, please, oh do stop!” With a tut of irritation Lela spun round and grabbed the silk panties from the table and, taking the teacher by the chin, pushed them into her mouth. She smiled hungrily. Undoing the final button on the blouse she turned to the skirt, quickly unfastening it and letting it fall to the ankles of the thief. Leaning closer to the teachers face, she slid a hand into the plain white cotton panties, mouth making a comical ‘o’ when she felt that Miss Taylor was freshly waxed.“Naughty, naughty” she cooed, as she slowly rubbed at the teachers plump mound. Deep inside herself, Miss Taylor felt as if a hot and oily snake was uncoiling, touching unknown nerve endings, and sending fat flutters of pleasure from her clitoris to her anus. Her breathing became heavy and shallow and her eyes rolled. The shame and humiliation stirred against the delicious sensations until they became one joyous wave of rude lust. Lela stepped back and motioned for Tim to release Miss Taylor’s wrists. She rubbed at them and looked around, dazed and confused by the events, and her own reaction to them. “Tim, dear, fetch me three pairs of stockings, silk ones, one of them grip-tops. And you, Miss Taylor, take off the rest of your clothes.”

Through a mist of near dizziness the young teacher did as she was told, so sensitive between her thighs that each movement elicited sweet feelings in her sex. When Tim returned with the stockings, and after she had put on the black grip-tops, with Lela helping her to straighten them, she barely murmured a protest when she was told to stand with her mound against the edge of the table. Her ankles were tied to the legs, and she was bent forward so that her breasts were flattened against the cold wood, and her chin rested on the edge. Her hands were tied to the opposing legs. Lela knelt behind her and kissed, then gently licked her smooth pussy, making her groan through the panties in her mouth which were now soaked with her saliva. Tim stood in front of her and undressed and she watched, through eyes half shut with pleasure, as his cock bounced free of his shorts. It was markedly pink, against his gaudy fake tan, with veins bulging underneath the half-retracted foreskin. Behind her, Lela stripped, knelt down again, and applied her mouth to the teachers anus, one hand stroking the now wet cunt underneath as she played with her own clitoris. Tim tugged the wet panties from the teacher’s mouth and stroked her cheek. “No…no…. mmmmmm yessssss” she whispered deliriously, her old self giving way to a new lustful and accepting personality. Tim gripped his thick shaft and began to rub the now exposed head of his cock over the face of the bound and compliant girl, moaning to himself as his pre-cum smeared her eyelids, cheeks and chin. He moved it back and forth over her lips, and they opened, allowing him to slip over her tongue before withdrawing as she gagged slightly. They struck up a rhythm as she, with closed eyes still smudged with makeup, began to use the flat of her tongue to meet each gentle thrust. He curled a hand through her hair and, gripping slightly, began to move further inside, millimetre by millimetre.

Almost passing out with arousal, Lela began to spank the firm white buttocks in front of her, pulling her mouth away from Miss Taylor’s sopping crack each time to better aim the blows. Smack! “Naughty girl…” Smack “Mmmm, bad bad Miss Taylor, you dirty, dirty slut…” After each slap she returned her mouth to either the shaven and glistening mound or back to the anus, tongue pointed and jutting an inch into the dark passage. She had retrieved her handbag and pulled out a fat permanent marker, which was now pushed deep into her own anus, causing her pleasures to increase two-fold. Her spanks got fewer and fewer as she began to work seriously on her own mounting orgasm, all the while bringing the tied-down Miss Taylor closer and closer to hers. Tim was now thrusting the length of his shaft almost entirely into the stretched mouth before him, the tightening in his balls signalling his own eruption. The sight of his beautiful wife, face buried in the cleft of their plaything, and the red marks in contrast to the marble whiteness of the buttocks, were adding to the wet closeness of the mouth around his cock. In a haze of conflicting feelings and emotions, Miss Taylor suddenly felt the man stand rigid before her, his cock slowing in her mouth, then it began to buck, and as he gripped her hair in both hands she felt hot cloying liquid shoot against the back of her throat, making her instinctively gulp. The realisation that her fucked mouth had made him cum tipped her over the edge and the snake in her belly exploded down, a gush of filthy pleasure making her scream around the fleshy gag in her mouth. Her leg muscles twitched and burned and her backside rocked against Lela’s mouth. Lela felt herself go, right there and then, the delicious naughtiness of what they’d done, what they’d done to little Miss Taylor, adding to the explosion which smashed into her drenched slit. Her hand was a blur over her engorged clit as she groaned loudly into Miss Taylor’s buttocks. All three of them gasped like landed fish, feeling the sweat of their pleasure cool on their skin. Licking her sticky lips, as Tim withdrew his shrinking cock from her mouth, Miss Taylor coughed slightly, closed her eyes and turned her cheek to the cool smooth wood of the table. “So”, she said breathlessly, “Does this mean I get to keep the underwear?”

The End...