Tap, tap, tap!

The knock on the door was hesitant, as if the person on the other side was reluctant to enter. I deliberately waited for a moment before answering.

“Come in,” I called.

The door quietly opened. Eyes downcast and looking repentant, she shuffled into the room. I eyed the person standing before me thoughtfully. Trepidation and anxiety shone from her huge eyes as she looked out at me from beneath a neat, blonde fringe.

I kept an intentionally stern expression on my face as I slowly cast my eyes over her, lingering for a long moment on each of the ‘innocent’ items she wore so indecently. I deliberately took my time as she strove not to fidget.  

“Have you been a naughty girl?” I eventually asked, my voice purposefully gentle.

Hands folded nervously over her midriff, she nodded.

Her hair was tied with big red bows into two long pigtails. Tucked into a short blue and green plaid skirt she wore a crisp white blouse with the top two buttons knowingly left undone. Loosely fastened around her neck in slovenly fashion was a green and silver striped tie with a loose, fat knot. Knee-length white socks and black low-heeled Mary-Janes completed what could only be described as the look of the classic, disobedient schoolgirl.

Only this schoolgirl hadn’t been to any educational establishment for an awfully long time!

A faint blush appeared on her cheeks at my close inspection. My wife may not have been as slim as she once had been, but for me, that wasn’t a bad thing. I liked a mature woman with shapely curves like the ones I was looking at now. She looked downright sexy and far more appealing than many a slimmer woman.

“I understand that you are here to be spanked?” I looked directly into her blue-grey, slightly panic-stricken eyes. “Is that right?”

She swallowed. “Yes,” she whispered, her reply so quiet I could hardly hear her.

“Yes, what?” I retorted.

“Y — Yes, Sir!” she responded quickly and with more volume. She knew the rules.

“And do you deserve a spanking, young lady?”

This time the blush on her cheeks was deeper. I wasn’t sure whether it was the word spanking or the fact that I called her young lady. Either way, it was a pleasure to watch.

“Yes, Sir.”

“And what did you do to earn your bottom a session over my knee?”

Betraying her growing embarrassment, her blush spread until I was sure I could feel the warmth from where I sat. Perhaps she realised that, in a short while, those cheeks wouldn’t be the only ones burning bright red.

“You played with your pussy, didn’t you?”

Pressing her lips together, she slowly nodded.

“Hmmm," I acknowledged. "And were you thinking of me when you dressed in this — this attire?”

She nodded again, her doe-eyes begging… Begging for what exactly, I wondered?

“Tell me what you were thinking, my disobedient little slut.”

Her fingers instinctively moved closer to the hem of her skirt.

‘Ah ah!’ I said, shaking my head. “No playing with yourself! That’s what’s got you here in the first place, isn’t it!”

I looked sternly at her. The tip of her tongue peeked anxiously from between her lips.

“Well — I’m waiting?”

“I — I was…”

“Stop mumbling, girl! Tell me what you were thinking!”

Unable to meet my eyes, she glanced away, biting her bottom lip.

“I was thinking of lying over your lap — my naked bottom exposed over your knee, and you — you looking down and seeing — seeing my private parts on display. I — I like it when you are able to see my pussy and how — how excited and wet it gets when I think of submitting to you…”

“Hmmm,” I said meditatively. "I think it’s time to make your little fantasy come true, don’t you?” I said gently. “I’m definitely going to have to punish your naughty, attention-seeking bottom, aren’t I?”

There was a longer pause this time as she reflected. Was she having second thoughts? But then came the penitent nod again.

Best not to give her too much time to change her mind.

“Over you go then, my darling.”

With a deep breath, she stepped to my side and lowered herself over my knees. She rested her hands on the floor with her thighs firmly on my lap. With my left hand gently touching her back, I surveyed the glorious sight in front of me. My cock was making its presence felt as her weight settled; it was a very pleasing sensation. I stroked the generous bottom in front of me, rubbing in small circles, then slipped my hand under the skirt to feel her pantied buttocks and bare flesh at the top of her thighs; it was extremely sensual, and I felt a tiny jump from the posterior lying so vulnerably in front of me.

There was a palpable sexual tension building up; an incredible frisson. I could feel its presence, its power growing between us in those lengthening moments.

It was amazing what a simple school uniform could do.

I raised her skirt up over her back, revealing red silken panties instead of the traditional white cotton.

“Oh, my!” I said admiringly. “Now, this is a surprise. You really are asking for it, aren’t you? Am I to infer that your bottom should match the same shade as these decadent panties, young lady?”

I heard a sharp intake of breath; she looked so innocent in those knee-high white socks and black shoes and yet, at the same time, so sexy — so suggestive and indecent. I could see the outline of her creamy white bottom through the shameless, flimsy knickers that she wore.

Right — it was time!

I rubbed her bottom again, and she moaned softly. Clearly, she was already quite excited. That much was obvious!

“I hope you’re ready my love!”

Spank!

She jumped slightly at the sharp slap to her buttock.

“None of that, young lady — keep still!”

Spank! — the other cheek…

“Is this what you want?”

“Y — yes!”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes please, Sir!”

“Very well!” I started to spank her methodically, alternating from cheek to cheek — not too hard; after all, this wasn’t really a punishment, was it? But hard enough to elicit little yelps. The endorphins would soon be kicking in, and the sting would no doubt already be turning to pleasure.

Perhaps too much pleasure.

“I think we need to bare that disobedient bottom, don’t you? After all, that’s what a bare-bottom spanking means, doesn’t it?”

She moaned again, and I tugged the sheer, pointless panties down her thighs, exposing her beautiful, reddening derriere. And at that moment the sight of her mature, womanly pubic hair framing her moist slit as it peeped up at me was absolutely the most arousing thing I’d ever seen in my life!

Dear God! For the first time, I was spanking my wife! I was giving her the spanking that she had been yearning for far too long; that was turning her on like I couldn’t believe. And I was so hard that I thought it very possible that I might spontaneously cum in my trousers!

“You deserve this, don’t you, wench? A hard spanking on your bare bottom!”

“Yes – yes, Sir!” she gasped, shaking with the mixed emotions and messages the walloping was transmitting through her body.

Then I sensed her starting to cry softly, giving occasional little sobs. How real they were, I didn’t know. Was I being too hard? I didn't think so.

She’d given me this power voluntarily — but even now, I wasn’t sure who was fulfilling whose fantasy. The school uniform had been her idea, not mine — though I was fairly sure she knew the effect it was having. For a moment, I imagined the roles reversed and… But no; the time for that was not yet!

Her legs parted. I could see that the hair between her legs was more than a little damp. I inhaled; I could smell a slutty, wanton desire as her strong, sexual aroma reached up, encouraging me. God, she was so sexy, so alluring; the kinky uniform accentuating her forbidden desirability. I desperately wanted to give her a hard fucking right at that moment! But I also wanted to play out our little roleplay; I wanted us both to enjoy the game to the full!

I slid two fingers into her pussy. She was so wet that they easily slipped right to my knuckles. When I withdrew them, they were coated in her sticky juice. I studied my fingers for a moment, then sucked them with ungentlemanly relish, savouring her musky secretions. Then I eased them back inside and slowly began to finger-fuck her. Her sinful pussy started to squelch obscenely as I pumped them in and out of her gooey snatch.

I started to alternate by withdrawing my honey-coated fingers from her disappointed cunt and massaging between her buttocks, gently running my fingertips over her sensitive asshole, deliberately lubricating the area around her forbidden entrance (forbidden for how much longer, I wondered — and hoped! There was possibly more than one fantasy being acted out here...) She shuddered in response to my touch, and her hole flexed, silently beckoning to me.

I returned my fingers to her depraved pussy, then started to stroke her moistened little puckered rose with my thumb. She groaned quietly as my digit circled. When I thought the time was right, I gently pushed it inside her. She gasped loudly and then gave a long, low moan as she pressed back with her bottom, sending me a clear message.

More…!

I didn’t think I should give her what she wanted. Not yet. I gave her bottom an evil grin.

“Such a naughty bottom,” I whispered. “I think it needs to feel the hairbrush…”

The buttocks beneath me went still. I could sense that the mere mention of such an implement had raised the game a significant notch. I was pretty sure my lap had just got wetter.

“Oh, pl… please no — not the hairbrush,” she begged unconvincingly — both in fear and in encouragement, I thought. Which would win out? I wondered.

Thumb still wedged in her welcoming tush, I moved my fingers from her pussy to her clit and began to circle teasingly.

“No? Are you sure?” I asked mockingly.

“I — I don’t know!” she whimpered.

“Beg me for it, slut! You know you want it; you want to know what it feels like don’t you?”

She spread her legs wider, her whole regalia now on display, gaping at me, egging me on like a bitch in heat.

“Ohhhh! Pl — please, yes! Please use the hairbrush on my naughty bottom!”

Not wanting to lose the moment, I picked up her wooden-backed hairbrush and laid it flat on her left buttock. She jumped in anticipation at the touch of the cool wood. I chuckled; then I started stroking her buttocks with the back of the brush — gentle movements in time with my fingers on her clit.

Her legs were like jelly now, and she was moaning and panting. I increased the motion of my fingers, starting to strum; playing her like a musical instrument, heading for the denouement.

Splat! — I gave her a sharp smack with the brush; like before, hard, but not too hard.

Splat! — and the same on the other cheek!

I heard my wife cry out, and she came suddenly, her wail signalling a ginormous release as she started bucking on my lap like a startled eel. Two more quick splats as my fingers continued their thrumming cheekiness and she finally bucked right off my lap onto the floor.

I smiled sweetly down at her as she lay completely spent on the carpet, a sticky, dishevelled mess, panting and shaking with tiny, sweet aftershocks that made her legs jump. I looked at her with a self-satisfied smirk.

“No more hairbrush. Not today. I just wanted to hear you beg for it, my sweet.”

Was that disappointment I saw in her eyes? I narrowed my eyes. “Unless you really want it…?”

“N — no! I — maybe next time…” In the aftermath of her climax, she still sounded unsure of herself, a hint of uncertainty and doubt remaining in her eyes. Was she still wavering?

“There’s going to be a next time?” I teased with raised eyebrows.

The smile in her eyes was answer enough. Had I opened a Pandora’s box, I wondered? God, I hoped so!

“And what do you want to do now, my bratty little hussy?”

She answered by slowly crawling towards me like a cat, only stopping when she was kneeling between my legs.

“I’m going to suck Sir’s cock,” she breathed wickedly.

She quickly unzipped my fly and released my throbbing member. I couldn’t believe how hard and rigid I was!

I groaned as she took me between her lips, her hot, volcanic mouth enveloping my glans. Oh, God! I thought I might shoot my load down her throat right then! I could feel my balls tightening and I fought the sensation desperately; I gently (and quite reluctantly) removed her head from my lap.

“Stop! You’re behaving like a slut!” I croaked. Of course she was — that was the point, wasn't it?

In reply, she mischievously lay back and parted her legs for me.

Her pubic hair was matted with her sticky fluids, her pussy lips engorged. Her molten cavern waiting impatiently for me.

“You are such a disobedient minx, aren’t you?” I breathed

Smiling coyly, she nodded.

“you want me to fuck you in the ass, don’t you?” I said roguishly — and more in flippant hope than with any expectation.

Eyes widening, she paused, then nodded slowly. A wicked smile transformed her face. She grabbed her legs and pulled them wide; her bottom lifted off the floor and her cheeks parted. Her asshole winked at me, flexing with gooey wet stickiness, engorged now, and impishly inviting me in.

I groaned at the sight — the incredible sight of her inviting derriere. I did not need inviting twice. Grabbing her hips, I plunged straight in; with one thrust sliding right up to the hilt into her tight, secret entrance.

Taken by surprise, she gave a tiny squeal as I filled her with my cock. I came almost immediately, her tightness gripping me, the sensation of being in her back passage driving me straight over the edge. She joined me almost in unison with her own climax, shuddering as I spurted deep into her rectum. Her back arched and she let go with a deep, shuddering groan as her second orgasm washed over her. She wrapped her legs around me, holding my spent cock inside her.

~ooOoo~

After what seemed like a lifetime, our beating hearts finally slowed; breathing returned to normal. Still in each other’s arms, my wife put her lips next to my ear.

‘I think Sir has been a bad boy,’ she whispered, smiling. “And I think it’s his turn now.”

She grabbed my chin and looked deep into my eyes.

“You’ve had your wicked way with me. Now I get to punish you!"

Taken off guard by her words, my breathing stopped.

"Don’t you want to be caned by a teenage schoolgirl — isn’t that your secret fantasy? A girl in uniform putting you over her knee? Or would you rather I become a strict Headmistress and punish you for your impudence?” she smirked.

I gulped and felt my deflating cock jump in excitement at her audacious words. God, she was awesome! So beautiful — and she had transformed from a submissive wife into a strict Mistress without batting an eye. Even with my cum still in her ass she was already in charge. And soon I would likely be bent over her knee having my own bare bottom thrashed. 

I looked at her in her sexy outfit and felt the nervous anticipation begin. Christ, that uniform had been a bloody brilliant idea!

“Yes, Miss…” I whispered pensively.