She ran from the room leaving me prostrate over the chair arm, wondering where the crazy old girl had disappeared to this time. A few moments later she returned brandishing a thin cane above her head. At first I thought she was going to strike me with it! She bade me stand up and then promptly removed her skirt and a frilly pair of brief, black knickers. I was agog and part of me very erect. The sight of her firm thighs and the nest of brown hair at the juncture of her legs was enough to slacken my jaw. She handed me the cane and assumed the position that I had occupied leaning over the arm of the chair. I was grateful that she had ignored my rather engorged state.
“You must administer the retribution young man.” Sheeit! She wanted me to wallop her. To whip her like I had been whipped. I hesitated and she turned towards me. “You are doing God’s work Jimmy. A tooth for a tooth!” She leaned back over the arm of the chair and looked back at. I again hesitated. “Proceed!’ she said firmly.
I gave her a gentle swipe with the cane and paused. “Oh no, that won’t do at all” she muttered impatiently. “Put your back into it young man”. I gave her a stronger stroke; enough to raise a little redness on that gorgeous bum. She stood abruptly and faced me with her hands on hips. “You are not taking this seriously Jimmy. I will have my just deserts. I insist that you make a more sincere effort.” She reassumed the position and wriggled her bottom at me. ‘Commence!”
I couldn’t see what else I could do but give her a good, strong belt.
Swish smack. “Oooowwww oooo. Yes, that’s more like it. Another!”
Swish smack. “Oooowwww oooo. Ahhh. Yes. Yes. Again.”
Swish smack. “Oofffaaahhhh Yes. Again!” Her words were coming in pants now.
Swish smack. “Ahhh ooooo. Ah. Ah. Ah.”
I stopped after four strokes assuming that that would suffice. I stepped back. She looked back at me with a dazed look and queried me, “Why have you stopped?” I couldn’t help but notice the perspiration on her upper lip and the way she kept licking her lips.
“I just thought that…”
“Carry on young man” she impatiently demanded.
I looked down at was a few seconds before, a pristine expanse of delicate white skin. It now had 4 angry welts across it. Ok, I thought, if that’s the way you want it, let’s see how you respond to a little more vigor. I was playing quite a lot of squash and tennis so my fore hand was quite solid. I decided to try and serve a few aces. The increased effort I put into the strokes changed the sound they made to more of a ripping sound.
Viiipp, splat. “Aaarrghh!” she gurgled.
Viiipp, splat. “Ohhhhh! Arrrck!”
Viiipp, splat. “Aaeee owww!”
Viiipp, splat. “Desist, desist, desist.” she pleaded.
Her hand came round behind her and thrust the tube of cream we had used before into my hand. Where had she got that from? I got the message and squatted down on my heels behind her so that my face was level with her bottom. I squirted a liberal amount of the cream onto my hands and started to delicately rub it onto the eight track marks she bore.