As she put down the phone, Fiona was worried. Tim had called her just as she had got out of her bath. They had been chatting for maybe half an hour as she sat, naked on her bed. As she often did when he called, she had been teasing herself as they talked, pinching and pulling at her nipples, stroking herself, and very slowly and gently masturbating. She was wet again now and quite aroused, but as he hung up she was also worried. Tim was due back home in a few days and yet she still had the fading marks of a caning adorning her bottom.
Several times a day while she was at home, she couldn’t resist lifting her skirt and examining the stripes in the long dressing mirror in her bedroom. They were fading but slowly and she could see them clearly, especially when she got out of a hot bath. Looking again now she could still count each of the six stripes. Each time she saw them a frisson of excitement ran through her. Each time she recalled just how she had got them and the moistness flooded her pussy once more. What madness had made her do it? How could she keep this from Tim so he wouldn’t find out? Why did she not feel guilty about it though? Above all, how was she going to respond when Mr. Davis’s secretary from Celwood College made contact again as she had promised to do?
Fiona had left Tim with the impression that she had spent a few days at a health spa while he was on one of his all too frequent business trips abroad. The reality was rather different. Some months ago Tim had taken her to an Open Day at his old school, Celwood College. While they were there her inquisitive nature had led her back, alone, to Tim’s housemaster’s study where she wanted to have a better look around. She had encountered Mr. Davis, an elderly and charming but not very attractive man who had persuaded her to experience one of his canes firsthand. How had she let that happen? Now, while Tim was away on business, she had visited Celwood again, at Mr. Davis’s invitation. Fiona knew now that this visit was going to change her life. His secretary, Nicola Page had looked after her and had participated in administering a painful session as she was spanked, strapped, and then caned before Mr. Davis had fucked her as she had never been fucked before. The experience was so intense she was reliving it several times each day. Would Tim sense that something had changed forever in her?
He had been very bright on the phone and had suggested that once he was back home and since the weather was warm they might go down to visit an aunt of his in Dorset. At first, she was none too keen on the idea, not fancying spending time visiting elderly relatives in the little time they managed to spend together. Tim had been insistent though.
‘Aunt Emily isn’t an ‘Aunt’. He said. ‘She’s more of a family friend who was very good to me when I was at Celwood. She’s not old at all, probably in her late thirties. She’s great fun and she’s very attractive. She lives in a lovely cottage on the coast in Dorset. I haven’t been there for years, but I used to stay with her some weekends when I was at school at Celwood. She’s been asking me for ages and she’s invited us for a long weekend to relax. I’ve wanted you to meet her for a long time. I know you’ll get on well with her.’
‘Well OK. All right then.’ She agreed. ‘I could do with some time off work and we can spend more time together. She must be very important to you.’ She put the phone down.
Tim had arrived home late in the evening, exhausted having missed his connecting plane. Fiona had been looking forward to a long night of sex, but had to settle for a rather hurried fuck and then lying in the wet patch, somewhat unsatisfied. She listened to his breathing as he settled to sleep and once more relived her afternoon at Celwood. Little did he know what new passions he had ignited in her during that visit to the Open Day. Her fingers strayed between her legs and she stroked herself to several more, very quiet and gentle orgasms as he lay, peacefully unaware, beside her.
‘What will ‘Aunt’ Emily be like?’ she thought, as she drifted off to sleep at last.
Fiona meets ‘Aunt’ Emily
She was still fuming, having spoken to Tim yet again on the phone as he explained that would not be at the station to meet her because he was still at work.
‘Don’t worry Fi. Emily will be there. You’ll get on fine with her. I’ll be down in time for dinner and then we have the whole weekend.’
‘Aunt’ Emily was not at all how Fiona had imagined her. As Fiona emerged from the station she saw a tall, slim, elegant and tanned and with short, auburn hair, stylishly cut in a neat bob. She stood beside a bright red sports car waving out to her. As Fiona came over to her, carrying a small overnight bag, she smiled warmly. She spoke in a warm, rich voice with a very ‘posh’ accent, but her smile was so engaging that Fiona took to her immediately. Exactly as Tim had described, she was much younger than she had imagined. ‘How old was she?’ Fiona wondered.
‘I’ve heard so much about you Fiona. Tim has told me quite a bit about you and I’ve wanted to meet you for ages!’
‘You are gorgeous Fiona! Tim painted me a verbal picture, but you are so sexy! You have a gorgeous figure and such fantastic hair. I wish mine shone like yours. I can see why he is so besotted by you.’
‘Well, you aren’t quite like the ‘Aunt’ I was imagining either, Emily.’
’Not quite decrepit enough dear?’ she laughed.
‘Um. No. Quite the reverse! Tim told me you looked after him while he was at school near here and I confess I had pictured a much older woman.’
‘Oh. Yes. Yes, I did. I was quite a bit younger, then, in my first job. But I’ve been a family friend for so long and Tim’s parents worked abroad, so I was happy to step in. He was never any trouble. Well, that’s not quite true I suppose. I did have to go up to Celwood a few times on his behalf to sort things out. Perhaps I’ll tell you about that someday. Tim told me you’d been over to the Open Day this year.’ She smiled again. ‘Did you enjoy it?’ she asked innocently. ‘When we get some time to ourselves I want you to tell me all about it.’
Fiona blushed gently, wondering just how much he had told her. Surely he wouldn’t have told her about her encounter with Mr. Davis that day? She could see a twinkle in Emily’s eyes, but her smile was so warm and so sexy that Fiona couldn’t be sure.
She felt an unaccustomed thrill running through her, reminding her of the feeling she had when she met Mr. Davis’s secretary Nicola at the school. She wondered whether Emily might be bisexual, too. There was something in the way she was looking at her that both excited her and intrigued her. Fiona had never really been attracted to women before, but there was no doubt that Nicola had taken a fancy to her during her return visit to Celwood. It had been quite a surprise to Fiona that she would have willingly participated if Nicola had taken the lead, but for some reason, nothing had happened that evening. She had been a little frustrated. Now she felt a similar thrill running through her as ‘Aunt’ Emily drove her home to her cottage.
As they finished lunch in the garden, Emily began to press Fiona to tell her about the Open Day. They had spent an hour or so getting to know each other and Fiona felt very relaxed in her company. There was a frisson of something between them, and she felt herself quite attracted to the older woman.
‘What has Tim told you then?’ she asked.
‘Actually, not very much. But I have my reasons for asking. Tim told me you had met his housemaster, Mr. Davis. I knew him too, years ago when Tim was there. You must tell me everything that happened. Whatever it was, Tim said it made you as horny as hell that weekend.’
‘He told you that?’ she giggled blushing a little.
‘Perhaps I should explain. I’ve known Tim for a very long time. I was his first. I seduced him while he was eighteen. Does that shock you?’ She giggled.
Fiona took a moment to think about it.
‘No. I don’t know. No. I don’t think so. Lucky Tim! Fancy him getting laid by his aunty!’
‘Well, I’m not his aunt you know.’
Fiona couldn’t tell how much she knew but had already decided that she was going to tell Emily all about her first visit. She didn’t want to say anything about her return visit to Celwood School though. That really would need to remain private. They were in the garden, drinking coffee. She sat back, enjoying the warm sunshine and described their visit. How she had toured around with Tim and how fascinated she had been in Mr. Davis’s study. How, later during the visit she had returned for another look only to be caught out by Mr. Davis.
‘I don’t know why I did it, but there I was, leaning over the back of this big leather armchair when Mr. Davis came in. He was charming, I suppose. But he was also quite dominant and he insisted on showing me his cane. I know I wanted to see it and touch it, but I still don’t understand why. And then for some reason, I let him try a stroke. I must have been mad, but I was curious.’
‘How were you dressed?’
‘Black skirt and white tee shirt. Quite smart really.’
‘What happened next then?’
‘He caned me. Not hard to start with.’
‘Over your skirt?’
‘The first one was over my skirt. That made me yelp, but it was OK. Then he flipped my skirt up over my bottom and gave me another over my panties.’
‘And you let him? How did that feel?’
Emily was standing behind her. Her hands felt good, gently massaging her neck and shoulders.
‘Yes. I did let him. Why, I don’t understand, but I felt quite unable to resist. He seemed to have some power over me. I let him give me another stroke before he made me take off my panties. I still don’t know how he talked me into that. He’s very persuasive. And then the last stroke was on my bare bottom. Boy did that sting!’
‘I bet it did. So he charmed you out of your knickers, did he? I wondered whether he might have done. I would love to have seen that.’’ Emily had been working gently on Fiona’s neck, kneading the muscles that seemed to be tight.
‘You feel tense Fiona. Relax. What happened next?.’
‘Well. It surprised me, but there I was, nearly naked in front of him. He stood behind me stroking my bum, then his fingers went between my legs. I was soaking! I couldn’t believe it, but there was the proof of just how aroused I had become.’
‘Just like that? You let him finger you just like that? My, you are a slut Fi. A gorgeous slut!’’
‘And then - nothing. He stepped back. I couldn’t see but I think he probably stroked himself off. I just lay there, bent over the armchair. And then he was gone. The door closed behind him and I was trying to compose myself again. He took my knickers too.’
‘Well. That explains a lot Fi. That explains why Tim had such an exciting weekend. Mr. Davis just got you primed and ready. I bet Tim enjoyed that and I’m sure he gave you what you needed.’ She continued to knead Fiona’s shoulders.
‘I didn’t think it had turned me on at the time, but yes. Yes, I was. Curiously it got to me. Much more than I had realised. Tim reaped the benefit all over the weekend. I don’t think we had ever had such good sex as after that encounter. I had quite an adventurous weekend in that hotel.’