We entered the house. I thought an apology was in order so I offered her my regrets about not being able to do the job yesterday. “Think nothing of it Jimmy.” She replied. “As I said to your grandfather, as long as the job is done before Sunday, all will be ship shape.” I managed a smile and started making my way to the back door. An exclamation behind me drew me up and I turned to see Mrs Suitor with a horrified look on her face.
“Jimmy, how on earth did you get those injuries to your legs?” I was nonplussed at first but then realized that she had seen some of the ugly welts on the back of my thighs that Gramp’s whipping had left me with. I mumbled something about Gramps being a little old fashioned. It was her turn to be confused but she eventually pieced together the cause of my injuries.
“Good Lord! Am I to understand that the man thrashed you for not coming yesterday? I don’t believe it!” She hesitated a moment and then blurted, “Show me more evidence of this injustice.” I was confused. More evidence? After a few moments she took me by the shoulders and turned me forcefully around. She then took the waist band of my shorts and pulled them down. She did the same with my underwear, and almost before I realized it, I was bare butt naked in front Mrs Suitor.
“Dear Lord, there they are for all the world to see.” The characteristic striping on my legs was accentuated on the more tender skin of my bottom. “Loose lips do indeed sink ships.” she whispered as she closely examined the welts.
“I feel so guilty; a couple of thoughtless words from me and you are made to suffer the pain and indignity of the lash.” Not exactly the lash I thought but the idea was near enough. I jumped as I felt her fingers gently caress my bottom as she inspected my wounds. “Sacrilege! Your body has been desecrated in an inhumane way for an absurd reason. I must attend to your injury. Lean over that chair and I will return with medication.” She gently pushed me into position. I was really confused and embarrassed. I had my shorts and underwear around my ankles, leaning over the arm rest of a big leather arm chair.
Mrs Suitor soon returned with a tube of something. She kneeled behind me and started applying the ointment to my bare and exposed bottom. My mind was reeling. It was like I was in the twilight zone. Could this really be happening?
She was making soothing sounds, “There, there. This will help with your suffering.”
In this position my balls were hanging out and she repeated grazed them with her fingers. She was now using both hands to knead and massage my bottom, and I had to admit the stinging sensation was going away. I could occasionally even feel her breath on my bum. This was a world of sensation completely beyond my experience thus far. I had not even kissed a girl yet and here was an attractive, mature, married woman fondling my arse! My cock was rigid and pressed hard against the overstuffed leather of the hand rest of the arm chair.
All the while she was apologizing and chastising herself for her selfish and irresponsible behavior. Her fingers slowed and then stopped. She suddenly she gripped my bottom hard; her finger nails digging into my flesh and cried out. “Penitence!” She gripped even harder and cried “Atonement!”