18 and Not Yet Properly Fucked

Author's introduction: The premise of this fictional account of the relationship between an older, dominant woman and a much younger, inexperienced submissive young girl was suggested to me by a very good friend of mine. We message one another regularly, and she suggested the outline of a story to me. This is my take on her idea. (I hope you like it, my lovely friend!)

As in all of my fictional stories, all sex acts described are undertaken and participated in consensually by adults of at least eighteen years of age.

I would be grateful for any constructive comments on my story, and if you are in a 'star awarding' mood, don't forget to rate this tale. I hope you all (especially one lovely lady!) enjoy my seduction fantasy.

My best friend and fellow Hot Wife Cindy eyed me distastefully as I puffed on my favourite lady churchwarden pipe, and looked around the room for any available cock. We were in our local fetish club, where normal rules didn't apply. Hence my being allowed to smoke.

"Why the hell you risk your health smoking that vile thing is beyond me," Cindy said in exasperation. "I can look after your general health, and keep you free from STIs, but I can't do anything about your poor lungs if you continue to smoke."

(In case you haven't been paying attention to my stories, Cindy is a GP, as well as being my friend and a fellow Hot Wife.)

"I don't inhale, darling," I said sweetly, "and besides, Richard loves to see me smoke. It gets him so hard in his tiny cock lock. I love teasing and denying him."

Cindy chuckled.

"It's so much fun being a Hot Wife, isn't it?" she said, doing the same as me, and checking out any potential cock that was going spare in the club that night. It was a Friday evening, the start of the weekend, and we'd both brought our cuckolds down to the club, and whilst we were on the prowl, Richard, my cuckold, and Neil, Cindy's sissy cuckold, had been sent to the glory hole to do some cock sucking whilst we hunted cocks to fuck us.

Cindy and I were on the point of giving up about an hour later. Everyone seemed to be paired off or playing with a regular partner. There was definitely no spare cock around that particular night.

"Let's go and collect our cuckolds and take them home," Cindy suggested. "How about you peg Neil whilst I make him suck Richard's cock, and then I'll peg Richard and make Neil return the favour?"

"OK," I agreed. I was putting my pipe and tobacco away when a couple of young men sat down at the next table to ours.

Gay couples are two a penny in our club, and although I have no prejudice about a man sticking his cock up another man's arse (after all, I do anal regularly, and I'm no hypocrite!) I tend not to interfere where gay men are concerned. Unless they are bi-sexual, and would be willing to fuck me, I feel it a waste of time and effort to chase after them if they don't want to use their cock on me.

I was still fiddling with my bag when one of the men spoke.

"How was I to know that she's a lesbian?" he asked his companion. "And after I'd made my move, the cheeky little bitch had the nerve to tell me that even if she did do cock, I was much too young for her anyway. Too young! I'm nearly thirty, and if she was a day over nineteen, I'd be surprised!"

I winked at Cindy, who was also all ears, listening to the two young men chatting. She nodded at me and we went together to stand in front of their table.

"Good evening, gentlemen," Cindy began sweetly. "My friend and I were just about to leave when we overheard your dilemma. Neither Olwen here, nor I have any prejudice about young men. Would you be interested in joining us for a drink? I'm Cindy, by the way."

They both looked up and for a couple of seconds nothing was said. The two men seemed to be calculating their chances of getting lucky and finding a couple of ladies to fuck. Eventually the one who had been complaining about trying to chat up a lesbian spoke.

"Hello Cindy," he began. "I'm Terry and this is my mate Jed. We were just thinking of getting a drink. What would you two ladies like?"

"I'll have a vodka tonic please," replied Cindy, "and I'm sure my friend Olwen here will have a gin and tonic. Am I right, Olwen?"

"Right, as usual," I replied, slipping easily into my role as an easy-going, easily seduced woman. "Why don't you go and help Terry carry the drinks, Cindy, and I'll sit here next to Jed and get to know him a bit better."

Terry offered Cindy his arm, and they went up to the bar together. I smiled at Jed and asked him what had brought him to the club that evening.

"We were in town looking for a birthday present for Terry's sister," Jed said in reply to my question. "She wants a dog, so we went to the pet shop in the High Street. Whilst Terry was talking to some bloke who works in the shop, I was chatting up this bird who also worked there. I thought I was in with a chance of getting my leg over, but the stuck up bitch blew me out of the water."

"Stuck up?" I asked, "in what way?"

"Well she told me she was a lesbian," Jed replied, and I looked at him in astonishment.

"That doesn't qualify as being stuck up," I argued.

"Listen doll, I'm pretty choosy," Jed said scornfully. "I don't just fuck anyone. I felt sorry for the poor cow. She's short, she's got no tits and she didn't like my tattoos."

I looked round for Cindy. I didn't want to bugger up her chances of getting some cock, but I'd heard enough from Jed the neanderthal to know that, desperate as I was, he wasn't going to fuck me any time soon.

To my relief, I saw Cindy coming back from the bar. I noticed that she was no longer hanging on Terry's arm. He was carrying a tray with four glasses on it, so it would have been awkward for him to carry that and still have her clinging on.

They sat down and Terry passed the drinks round. I smiled my thanks and took a sip. My mind was working overtime. How could I let Cindy know that I wasn't interested in Jed without ruining her chances of getting fucked? I needn't have bothered.

Cindy left her drink untouched and turned to me.

"Well hunny," she said looking sternly at me, "if we're going to take these two gentlemen home, I suggest that we go down to the glory hole to pick up the cuckolds. They both love to watch us getting fucked, don't they?"

"What?" said Jed, putting his pint glass down. "Your cuckolds? You mean you're both married?"

"Yes," I replied, understanding immediately what Cindy had done. "But don't worry," I went on, "neither of them are allowed sex with us. We just love making them watch us getting fucked."

"Mine's a sissy as well," Cindy joined in the conversation. "If you like, I'll tell him to suck your cock nice and hard before we get started Terry."

"Mine sucks cock too," I said looking at Jed. "He'll fluff you too if I tell him to."

"Um, how can I put this?" said Terry slowly. "Jed and I only like cunt. We're not looking to have our cocks sucked, unless you and your girlfriend do it! I think I can speak for him when I say that I certainly don't want to put my cock in some gay bloke's gob!"

Jed nodded his agreement vigorously.

I looked at Cindy and shrugged my shoulders.

"I don't know about you sweetie," I said with a false sigh, "but I suddenly feel very tired. I've gone off the idea of sex. I think I'll head off home."

"Good idea," replied Cindy getting to her feet. "I feel exactly the same way!"

Terry started to back track, and put his hand out to stop Cindy from leaving.

"I might have been a bit hasty," he began, but Jed slapped his hand away.

"Leave it out, Terry," he snarled. "These two are probably fucking lesbians too. Come on, mate. Let them fuck off, and you and I can have a couple more pints together. Let's get pissed. Olwen and Cindy are not the only ones who seem to have gone off sex!"

He looked at me with hatred in his eyes.

"You're a fucking pervert," he said, his voice thick with loathing. "Your cuckold must be mad to let you fuck around and not get any action himself!"

I didn't even deign to reply to this. Instead I smiled at Terry, thanked him for my drink and expressed my disappointment that things hadn't quite worked out as we had all first planned.

Cindy and my departure from the table was accompanied by a stream of foul mouthed invective, mainly from Jed, as we made our way out of the lounge in the club. Neither of us bothered to reply.

It was Saturday morning, and I was just finishing up writing a shopping list for Richard when the phone rang. Richard went to answer it, and came back a few minutes later.

"That was Cindy," he informed me. "She said to tell you that she won't be going down the club tonight as you arranged. Both her and Neil have been up all night. They seem to have picked up some sort of bug. They've both got sickness and diarrhoea. Cindy said she's not good company at the moment."

"I bet she isn't, poor love," I replied. "It looks as if I'm going to be denied cock again this weekend. I might have to peg you later on. After I've milked you, of course!"

Richard grinned.

"That sounds lovely," he replied, "but I'm quite happy to go down to the club with you again tonight. You never know. You might just get lucky."

I shook my head.

"If I go down and am seen to be seeking again, it won't do my reputation any good," I said. "No, we'll stay in tonight, watch some porn and I'll sit on your face and wriggle before we go to bed."

Having made up my mind, I sent Richard off shopping and settled down in the conservatory with the morning newspaper and a cup of coffee. I intended to have a nice relaxing weekend if getting myself fucked was out of the question.

I'd finished my coffee and was reading an article about a man who had been savaged by a dog, and had had to go to hospital. Talk of dogs reminded me of the previous night's disastrous attempt to pick up some cock, and all of a sudden a thought struck me.

I sat and thought it through for a couple of minutes, then I picked up my mobile phone and rang Richard.

When I explained to him what I had in mind, he agreed to make some enquiries. I rang off and went to get my pipe and my tobacco. Smoking always calms me down, and the idea I'd had was quite exciting, if it ever came off.

I was still smoking when Richard came home. His eyes lit up when he saw me with my pipe in my mouth. He has a huge smoking fetish and he loves to watch me smoke.

"Well?" I said as he came into the conservatory. "What happened?"

"I just need to put the shopping away, then I'll tell you," he replied, but I cut him short.

"Fuck the shopping," I said. "I'll help you put it away in a minute. Tell me what happened in town."

"Well I went into the pet shop and there were two people behind the counter. A man, who it turned out, was the manager, and a young girl assistant. When he realised that I was only making enquiries, he told the girl to see to me."

"And did she?" I grinned. "See to you, that is?"

"Not in the way you mean," replied Richard with a chuckle. "She was very earnest and I had a bit of a job getting away. But she assured me that she would do her best if I decided to go ahead and get a pet for my wife. I said that I'd think about it and come back with you if we decided to go ahead."

"Well done, Richard," I said warmly. "Come on, I'll help you put the shopping away and then I think it will be time for lunch and then your weekly milking."

An hour or so after lunch I had two fingers up Richard's arsehole and was stroking his prostate. I'd shaved his cock and balls and the former was now sticking up manfully to its maximum three inches. His balls hung low and full and after a few more minutes, they started to produce, and a globule of cum oozed out of Richard's cock.

It took about fifteen minutes to drain him into his cum glass, and when he was empty, he swallowed everything and used his tongue to lick up any last dregs. Then I locked his recently washed and disinfected chastity device back on him, and he was right for another week.

"What time does the shop shut?" I asked Richard as we sat in the conservatory together. I say 'sat' but it was only me doing the sitting. I was smoking a cigar and Richard was kneeling by my side, holding my ashtray. Whilst I smoked I gently rubbed my stockinged foot up against his cock lock. Having drained his balls earlier, I now wanted to start getting them nice and swollen again. My smoking and foot rubbing were guaranteed to excite and frustrate my cuckold.

"Five thirty on a Saturday," Richard replied to my question. "Given that town centre is now pedestrianised on a Saturday, we'll have to park behind the library and walk to the shop. What time do you want to get there?"

"Not too early," I said thoughtfully. "A few minutes before they close would be ideal."

"Right you are," Richard said. "You've got plenty of time to finish your cigar. We'll leave at about five o'clock and if we're in town early, we can always sit in the car. It's about a three minute walk to the pet shop from the library car park."

I smiled at my cuckold, blew a stream of creamy cigar smoke in his face, and gave his balls a gentle kick with my foot. Richard winced and smiled gratefully back at me.

The late Saturday afternoon traffic was light and so we arrived in the car park behind the library in good time. I took a few moments to go over my instructions with Richard, and then we set off. It was still quite pleasantly warm, but I could feel my nipples hardening in the gentle breeze as we walked. I was imagining what possibilities existed if my plans went the right way, and it was giving me a thrill.

As we approached the shop the front door opened and a young man hurried out. He was talking over his shoulder, and so he almost bumped into me.

"I'll see you on Monday," he was saying, "don't be late!"

I sidestepped him, but his shoulder banged into mine.

"Sorry," he muttered, but he didn't stop. He hadn't hurt me, and so I didn't mind. I looked at Richard.

"He was there this morning," Richard said. "With a bit of luck, that means she's in the shop by herself."

We went in, and yes, there was only one person in the shop. She looked up and recognised Richard.

"Oh, you came back," she said, smiling. "Did your wife make up her mind?"

"I most certainly did," I replied making a big show of looking the elfin-like shop assistant up and down. My scrutiny made her blush, and she shuffled uncomfortably behind the counter.

"How may I help you, madam?" she asked. I ignored her question and looked at Richard.

"Go and stand over there, Richard," I said, nodding at a display of dog collars and leashes and leads. "If you're a good boy, I just might buy you a collar."

"Yes, dear," replied Richard meekly, following our plan to the letter.

I watched him move over to the display, and then I moved closer to the counter and fixed the young girl with an insolent stare.

"I want a pet," I said.

"Well you've come to the right place," she replied, smiling and blushing again. "Are you looking for a kitten or a puppy, or maybe something less conventional?"

"What I want is very unconventional," I replied, answering her smile with one of my own. "I was talking to some low life last night who had been in this establishment with a friend of his. They were looking for a dog, but also for some fun. He let slip that the lady he had been talking to wasn't interested in men."

She was now blushing almost constantly, and fidgeting uncomfortably. I calculated she was ready for the plucking.

"I... um... he... that is... I'm a..."

"Don't speak," I snapped. "I want a pet who is willing to be trained to my high standards, and who will accept the consequences if she doesn't please me. Can you help me with choosing such a pet?"

"Oh yes, madam. I have just the right pet for you," she replied in a breathless whisper. "I think the pet that I have in mind for you longs to be owned again, is loyal and willing to be trained, and would welcome the discipline that goes with being introduced into a new regime."

"And when could I take this pet home with me and introduce her to my very demanding standards?" I asked with another cruel smile. "We live on the outskirts of town, in a very remote, very private area, so you needn't worry about anyone seeing you with me."

She looked at a huge wristwatch on her arm and replied,

"Straightaway, madam. Your new pet only needs to lock the front door and set the burglar alarm. As you can see, we only keep tropical fish in store. Our bigger animals are kept at the shop's sanctuary. We only keep their photographs here for potential buyers. And as for being seen, I'm nearly nineteen. I can do as I please and go with whomever I choose."

"Excellent," I said. "Well, about your business, girl. Do you need us to step outside the shop whilst you close up?"

She hesitated, looking anxiously at Richard. I set her mind at ease straight away.

"Don't worry your pretty little head about him," I reassured her. "He's my cuckold. Do you know what one of those is?"

She shook her head silently.

"A cuckold is a married man whose wife, that's me, by the way, fucks other people, with his knowledge and his approval. That's about right, isn't it, Richard?"

"Yes, dear," replied Richard, playing his part of the submissive cuckold perfectly.

"So," I continued, "you need not worry about him. He'll have no part in your training. Now, where do you want us to wait for you?"

"Here will be fine, madam," replied my new pet. I just have to put the front shutters down, lock the front door and set the burglar alarm. We can all go out the back way."

We watched as she used a device similar to a television remote control to lower the shutters at the front of the shop. Then she locked the front door and put the lights out.

"This way," she said, indicating a door behind the counter. We followed her through the door and watched as she set the burglar alarm. Then all three of us went out of the back door, which she locked. She put the keys into her shoulder bag and turned to face me.

"I'm ready," she announced with another smile and that cute blush. "Do you live far away? I usually catch a bus home. The nearest stop is at the end of this lane."

"You won't need to wait for a bus," I told her. "Our car is in the car park behind the library. Are you happy to accept a lift? I promise my cuckold will take you home after your first training session."

"Perfect!" my new pet replied. "I'm Fran, by the way. How would you prefer me to address you? Madam? Mistress?"

That was a good start, I thought to myself as I considered her question.

"I think I'd prefer 'Aunty Olwen.' It has a delicious whiff of incest about it. You know that I'm going to fuck you, don't you?"

"I'm banking on it!" Fran replied, slipping her arm through mine. "But I hope you'll prepare me properly first. A really brisk spanking always gets my juices flowing!"

Back in the car, Richard opened the rear door and Fran scrambled in beside me. When he was settled in the driver's seat, I gave Richard his instructions.

"Change of plan, cucky," I informed him. My new pet doesn't feel comfortable with you around on the scene. Take us to the club. You can have an hour or so in the glory hole whilst Fran and I get to know each other intimately."

"The club?" Fran said hoarsely. "You mean you're a member of the fetish club in town?"

I nodded.

"Is that a problem?" I asked.

Fran shook her head vigorously.

"I've always wanted to go there," she replied. "My previous owner wouldn't take me there. She had been refused membership some time ago, and she always said that any club not willing to have her as a member was a place she'd rather not go to anyway."

"Stupid cow," I muttered. "How long were you owned by her?"

"About three months," Fran said, looking rather sad. "She kicked me out about four months ago. I was too demanding, she reckoned."

"Oh?" I said looking at her sharply. "I hope that I haven't made a mistake? Too demanding? How so?"

Fran blushed, and I realised just how young she was.

"I'm very attracted to older women," she began. "Vivienne was nearly sixty. She liked to spank, but didn't need any sex in her scenarios. I could have coped with that. I have a variety of butt plugs and dildos at home. But she got tired very quickly. She'd agree to spank me, but she always stopped before I got anywhere near properly turned on. It was so frustrating!"

It sounded to me like Fran wanted to top from the bottom. That was something that I definitely would not accept.

"Listen, we need to talk," I told her. "Hard limits need to be established before we ever start playing. I always play consensually, so you needn't worry about me trying anything that you are not comfortable with. But on the other hand, I want our play sessions to flow. I don't want to do something only to be told to stop because you don't like it. That's not how this works."

"You think I'm going to try to top from the bottom, don't you?" Fran said, looking at me anxiously. "I would never do that. I'm a good girl, and I do as I'm told. As for hard limits, I would draw the line at anything that is illegal, or which would cause me serious or permanent damage."

She licked her lips and swallowed.

"I'm not very experienced " she went on, "and I suspect that my level of acceptance of pain isn't as high as I'd like it to be. But I'm a willing learner, and if you are patient with me, I want to be able to take a seriously hard thrashing. If you make me cry, so be it. I want to be properly dominated, by an older woman who is as turned on by punishing me as I hope to be by being punished."

"Well," I smiled, taking her hand, "that seems perfectly clear. Of course we can build up the intensity of our sessions. When were you last fucked?"

"On my eighteenth birthday," Fran replied with a cheeky grin. "And it was with a boy! And I didn't get to cum, and I didn't enjoy if. If anything, it convinced me that I am a lesbian."

"So why did you do it?" I asked, genuinely intrigued.

"I wanted to lose my cherry," Fran admitted. "I was at my birthday party, I was drunk, and the opportunity arose. It was all over in about three minutes!"

"Sounds familiar!" I muttered, and when Fran asked me what I meant, I gave her a brief, potted version of my own married life with Richard, and ended up telling her how I became a Hot Wife.

"But you do like women as well, don't you?" she asked, when I'd finished.

"Yes, I do," I confirmed, leaning over and kissing her full on the mouth. "Come on! We're here. Let's go in. It's usually very busy on a Saturday night, but we are early, so maybe we can beat the crowd and get ourselves comfortable before the rush starts."

"Not too comfortable, I hope!" joked Fran, "and as for beating the crowd, I just want you to beat me!"

We went into the club and I saw Richard safely installed in the glory hole. As we left the area, a gang of about six or seven men made a noisy entrance.

"They ought to keep my cuckold busy for a while," I muttered and Fran giggled.

"You two are amazing," she said, "I'm so glad that I met you. I never realized that people like you existed in real life."

"You'd be surprised," I replied, opening the door to the big concert room, and ushering her in. I took her up to the bar, and asked if any of the dungeons were available.

"You're in luck," Gary the barman told me. "Being Saturday, they were all booked up, but I've just had a cancellation. Number three is available till nine o'clock."

"That'll suit us fine," I said, and I signed the register that he offered me. "Thanks Gary. I owe you."

I led Fran downstairs to the basement level, where the dungeons reside. Entering number three, I closed the door behind us and the lights came on automatically. Fran's eyes opened wide as she took in all the equipment and toys that the dungeon contained.

"Fuck me!" she said hoarsely, and I said, "You'll have to earn that! Punishment first! Get your clothes off!"

In no time at all, Fran was naked. I looked her up and down and licked my lips. She had tiny, almost boy-like tits, with two rose pink nipples that hardened in the cool dungeon. Her cunt hair was neatly trimmed into a narrow landing strip, and all in all, she had a very well proportioned body. I sat down on a padded stool and patted my thighs.

"Time for your first ever proper spanking," I said.

She draped herself across my knees and I rubbed her bum gently with my hand. I felt her shiver with anticipation.

"I'll build it up slowly," I told her, "and when you feel that you've had enough, I want you to say 'pineapple', is that clear? Anything else you say I will ignore. 'Pineapple' is your safe word."

"I understand, Aunty Olwen," replied Fran, remembering my earlier instruction about how I wished to be addressed.

"Good girl," I smiled, bringing my hand down sharply onto her bum. There was a satisfying slap and Fran jumped. She hadn't been expecting that, I guessed, and so I repeated the action. Another slap brought a hiss of pain from my new pet.

Already there were two bright red handmarks on her bum cheeks, and I rubbed my hand over them, feeling them warmer than the rest of Fran's bum. I began to spank her in earnest, alternating my spanks from one bum cheek to the other. After about five minutes of constant spanking, I paused and instructed Fran to spread her legs.

I felt her cunt, which was definitely showing signs of arousal. She sighed with pleasure as she felt my finger penetrate her.

"How are you feeling?" I asked as I rubbed her clit. "Ready for more?"

"Yes please," Fran replied. "I'm enjoying this! It's uncomfortable, but not unbearable."

I withdrew my finger and examined it. It glistened with some of Fran's cunt juice and I ran my finger under my nose and inhaled her scent. It was musky and I made up my mind to taste her properly before our session finished.

I resumed my spanking, only this time I began with harder slaps, and soon both Fran and I were breathing heavily.

Her bum was glowing a beautiful cherry red when I heard her mutter, "Pineapple."

I stopped immediately and helped her to stand up. There were tears in her eyes, and she snivelled, "I'm sorry. It just got too much very suddenly."

"You did very well for your first time," I told her, getting to my feet and pulling her into a warm embrace. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Yes, thank you," Fran replied. "Um... does this mean we've finished?"

"That's up to you," I replied. "If you're up for it, I could put you on that St. Andrew cross and flog you. I'll use a rubber cat o'nine tails which won't be too painful."

Fran grinned.

"That sounds like fun," she admitted, so I led her over to the far wall and shackled her wrists and her ankles to the cross. She giggled again when I'd finished.

"I feel so vulnerable," she admitted. "With my arms and my legs shackled like this, I can't move hardly at all. Do I keep the same safe word?"

"Yes," I confirmed, taking down the rubber cat o'nine tails that I'd said I would be using on her. I draped the fronds across her tiny tits and then between her open legs. Fran shivered.

"I hope I don't disappoint you," she said. "I've never been flogged before."

"There's a first time for everything," I told her with a smile, "and don't worry about disappointing me. You've done really well so far."

I flicked my wrist and the rubber fronds lashed her tits gently. I repeated the action, backhand this time, and started to flog Fran's tits.

As I'd suspected, the rubber whip didn't hurt too badly, and soon Fran's tits were glowing. Being flogged in this manner causes the blood to come to the surface, and her tiny tits looked wonderfully healthy as they took on a deep red hue.

I switched the point of my attack and started to flog Fran's cunt. Gently at first, but with a steadily increasing level of severity, I flogged her for about ten minutes.

Her eyes were wide open and she was breathing heavily. She licked her lips at one point and let out a moan of pleasure. She was certainly getting turned on, I could tell. The fronds of my cat o'nine tails were beginning to glisten with her juices.

Eventually I stopped and Fran looked at me quizzically.

"I didn't use my safe word," she said. "Why have you stopped? I was really enjoying that!"

"My arm needs a rest," I told her, "and besides, I think it's time to take you to the next level. I think you can take some more severe punishment."

I released her from the cross and led her over to a whipping bench.

"Bend over that," I told her, and when she was in position, I went to the toy shelf and selected three items.

Returning to where Fran was waiting, draped over the padded whipping bench, I gave her my instructions.

"Close your eyes and stand up straight," I ordered her, and she obeyed instantly.

Taking the first of my three toys, I blindfolded her, and when I was satisfied that she couldn't see a thing, I leaned in and kissed her.

Fran's mouth opened and she sucked my tongue in greedily. I let her taste me for a while, then I broke off the kiss. I bent her over the whipping bench again and used my foot to spread her legs.

"Reach round and pull your arse cheeks apart," I told her, and once again, she did as she was told straightaway.

"This is going to be cold," I informed her, "but don't worry, it won't hurt you."

I squeezed a dollop of lube onto my fingers and began to spread it over her pucker. Fran shivered, then giggled.

"That's nice!" she murmured. "I never realised how good it feels to have my bum hole fingered. Oof! Fuck! You've just shoved a finger up my bum!"

"That's just the beginning," I muttered, sliding another finger in and opening her up. I squirted another dollop of lube up there and started to massage it in.

"Mmm! That really is nice!" breathed Fran. Then she gave a sigh of disappointment. "Oh! You've taken your fingers out! And I was so enjoying that!"

I picked up the second of my toys and offered it up to her slick pucker.

"Breathe, sweetie," I muttered as I slid the ribbed butt plug all the way in. Thanks to the copious amount of lube I'd smeared inside and out, it went in smoothly and effortlessly. Fran squeaked.

"Oh my fucking word! I've got a dildo up my bum! It feels wonderful! Thank you, Aunty Olwen!"

I helped her to stand up straight again.

"Clench your bum cheeks together," I said. "There's just one more item of decoration I want to put on you, and then I'm going to cane you. I don't want that butt plug coming out of your arse until I'm ready to remove it. Understood?"

"Yes, Aunty Olwen," replied Fran. "It feels very tight up there. And when I clench, it feels even nicer!"

She stopped speaking when she heard a tinkling sound. It was the chain connecting the two nipple clamps that made the sound, and this was my third and final toy. I gripped one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, and squeezed and twisted it upwards. Fran gasped as the rosy pink bud hardened.

I opened the spring loaded jaws of one of the clamps and slid it over her nipple. When I allowed the jaws to close, Fran gave a hiss of pain.

"Good girl," I praised her, and she thrust her other tiny tit out proudly. She knew what was coming, and when the second clamp was attached she winced, but remained silent.

I gave the chain an experimental, gentle tug and the jaws pulled her nipples out to full stretch. Fran wimpered, then bit her lip.

"I want you back over that whipping bench with your tits exposed," I said. "I'll help you. Get on tip-toe."

Being so short, it was a bit of a struggle to get Fran in the exact position that I wanted, but between us, we managed eventually. She was balanced across the padded whipping bench, with her toes barely touching the floor on one side and the nipple clamp chain swinging freely on the other side.

Seeing the chain swing gave me an idea, and I went and collected a couple of lead weights from the toy shelf. I hung these from the chain, and her nipples stretched even further. It was a lovely sight.

"Right, young lady. You are going to be caned," I informed her. "I don't intend giving you more than six strokes, seeing as how this is your first time. But I warn you, if that butt plug doesn't stay in place until I've finished, I'll start again from stroke one. Is that clear?"

"Y... ye... yes, Aunty Olwen," replied Fran in a trembling voice. "My nipples are throbbing. Those clamps really hurt!"

I didn't bother telling her that when the weights started to swing during her punishment, the pain would increase. She'd find out for herself soon enough! I just picked up a nice little whippy cane from the shelf and sawed it back and forth a few times across her pale, unmarked arse.

"Ready?" I asked, and Fran said "yes" in a very uncertain voice.

"I'll begin when you ask me nicely," I said, still sawing my cane back and forth.

"Please Aunty Olwen, will you cane my bum?" Fran said in a remarkably strong and clear voice. "I'm a naughty girl and I deserve to be punished."

"As you wish," I replied, and I fired off a relatively gentle opening stroke. Fran gasped and I paused, allowing the sting of the stroke to develop into the warm burn that I knew she would soon feel.

I watched, fascinated as a lovely red weal started to appear across the middle of her arse cheeks. I tapped my cane lightly on her arse a couple of times.

"Here comes number two," I informed her a few seconds before administering the stroke, which was a few degrees harder than its predecessor. Fran grunted in

pain and snivelled.

Once more, I paused, and gave the weights attached to her nipple clamp chain a few taps. Fran groaned.

Even if I say so myself, I am a very good caner. My second stroke landed a few centimeters below my initial blow. There were now two lovely angry red stripes decorating Fran's arse.

I took aim and delivered my third stroke. This time it landed a few centimeters above the first, and this time Fran yelled. Her right leg came up in a reflex action, but she didn't overbalance, and she soon put her leg down again.

"Safe word?" I asked, but Fran shook her head violently.

"No," she replied. "Three down, three to go.. Please continue, Aunty Olwen."

I did as requested, and my fourth and fifth strokes landed perfectly, one above and one below the mark made by my first stroke. Fran now had a solid area of her arse that was red and glowing. I rubbed it with my spare hand. It felt hot to the touch.

"Last one," I reminded her. "You've taken the first five really well. I think you can cope with a real stinger for your final stroke."

I raised my arm and brought it down sharply, firing off a really severe blow. Fran screamed in agony and burst into tears.

I let her alone for a few moments then throwing my cane to the floor, I took her in my arms and helped her to stand. Her legs were shaking and the tears had soaked through her blindfold and were now running down her cheeks. I pulled her into me and gave her a cuddle.

"Good girl," I praised her. "You took that caning very well. How do you feel?"

"Oh god, it was so intense," she mumbled. "My bum is on fire and my nipples are throbbing. But I kept my butt plug in, and my cunt is really wet. I think I enjoyed it!"

I reached around and took off her blindfold. Fran blinked in the unaccustomed light, then squinting, she looked at me.

"Thank you," she said sincerely. "Can I kiss you, please?"

I nodded, smiling and our lips met. Before I had a chance, Fran's tongue was in my mouth. I sucked it gently. Then she withdrew and I pushed my tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it a lot harder than I had hers, and I heard her moan softly into my mouth.

She broke off the kiss.

"You are a wonderful Mistress, and just the sort of Aunty I need," she said softly. "Do you think we could do this again some time?"

"What are you talking about?" I pretended to be indifferent about seeing Fran again, but when I saw the disappointment on her face, I couldn't keep up my act any longer.

"You silly girl," I said, giving her a peck on the mouth. " I haven't finished with you this evening, so it's pointless talking about doing it again."

"B... bu... but, I know I didn't use my safe word," Fran stammered, "but I really don't think I could take much more pain tonight, I'm sorry."

"No need to be sorry," I smiled. "I was thinking more of pleasure, not pain. Come on, let's get these nipple clamps off and that butt plug out. You can get dressed and we'll go and collect Richard from the glory hole. Then it's home, I think. I don't know about you, but I'd dearly love a fuck in the next half hour or so. I'll strap on and fuck you, and then you can have your first lesson on how to wear a strap on and fuck your Aunty!"

I reached for the nipple clamps, but Fran backed away.

"Can I keep these on and the butt plug in until we get to yours?" she asked. "I know I said I didn't want more pain, but they feel so right after my caning. You can undress me in your house and take them off there."

I went over to the toy shelf and signed the register to say that I was taking a ribbed butt plug and a pair of spring loaded nipple clamps away with me, and that I would return them, cleaned and steralized in due course.

I watched as Fran dressed gingerly. Her arse was still glowing, and I could see the base of the butt plug nestled up against her pucker as she pulled her knickers up. She stuffed her bra into her shoulder bag and gently eased her polo shirt over the two clamps that still adorned her nipples. Slipping her feet into her shoes, she looked at me and grinned.

"I'm ready to be taken home and fucked," she announced. I linked my arm into hers and we went upstairs in search of Richard. If he was a very good boy, I thought to myself, and with Fran's permission, he would be allowed to watch us fucking.

THE END