Symposium Day Ch. 05

This story follows on immediately from Symposium Day Ch 1,2,3, &4.

The story so far:-

Ch1. Dave, Jen and I are at a symposium in Barcelona. I am the new boy at nineteen, Jen is late thirties, and Dave, a brusque northerner with an eye for the ladies, is somewhat older. After a meal in Las Ramblas, Dave heads back to the hotel leaving me with Jen, who he's been chatting up all day. Back at the hotel, Jen took me to her room where I got my first lesson in giving oral sex, something her 'shag about' husband won't do for her.

Ch2 Jen realised that this might have been a mistake and summoned me to her room to explain. She's worried that I am very young, one of only four people who know about her snake tattoo, and that I might not be discreet. When I made it obvious that 'What happens in Barcelona, stays in Barcelona', she invited me back to her room that night, where we discovered we both like talking dirty. (If you haven't read Chs 1&2, the head of the snake tattoo starts on her inner thigh, winds its way round her belly until the tail vanishes into her vagina)

Ch3. Jen decides that you can't have too much of a good thing and we arrange a tryst back in England. Over a month had passed when we got together on a Sunday while her husband was playing golf. My education continued and I made some more discoveries. This story continues on that Sunday.

Ch4. We discover that I enjoy a little erotic pain when she smacks me on the bum in an attempt to get me off the bed. She has ideas for today, but we get sidetracked when she tells the story of her first time. We agree to a little role play next time when she discovers why I have a fetish for ladies in glasses.

The next time we met I decided to wear the same crisp white shirt for two reasons. Firstly, I had never found out why Jen wanted me to wear one, as we got side tracked by her rather erotic description of the courtship rules of her day. She had planned to give her virginity to George, with interesting results, and secondly, it seemed lucky some how, seeing how things turned out the last time I wore one.

Only one car in the drive this time, thank goodness, so hubby must be off, either playing golf or playing around with Sally.

Jen opened the door, looking more school mistressy than ever and sporting a wicked grin: she ushered me inside.

"Hold out your hand and close your eyes." She commanded, so I did as I was told.

"Look what you left behind last time you were here!"

I opened my eyes as the light item fell into my open palm. Fuck, a condom packet, opened and no condom! Shit, I had obviously been so distracted during our lust filled romp, while she described George's inept attempt to take her offered virginity, that I had failed to 'take my rubbish home.'

"Oh god! I'm so sorry! Good thing you found it first!"

"That's the point!" She said, still with the wicked grin, "I didn't!"

"Eh? Then who?"

"You'll be surprised."

"Don't tell me it was......"

"Yes, it so was! He found it on the sitting room floor when he got back."

"Oh, nooo...."

"Oh yes!"

I couldn't understand why she was still smiling if her husband had found an empty condom packet on the sitting room floor. The implication was inescapable. I waited.

"He got back, and something caught his eye. He reached under the sofa and retrieved your little silver packet!"

"What's this? He asked. Being caught a little off guard I just said it looked like a condom to me."

"And....."

"And he was just about to instigate the Spanish inquisition when I thought the best defence was to go in with all guns blazing.

"Don't come over all high and mighty." I started, "you have just spent the afternoon with Sally on Sunday, so we can either be grown up about this or childish."

"Oh....., er..... well.... um.... ok. He stammered, then blushed like a naughty school boy. Eeerm, how long have you known? So I told him the truth, "Ages really, probably since it started."

"So" He said, somewhat sheepishly. "Where do we go from here?"

"That's up to you, I said, but for my part, what's good for the gander is good for the goose."

"You mean........"

"I mean, you get to shag Sally on Sunday and I'll ask no questions, in return you ask me no questions."

"But what about our marriage?"

"What about it? I replied. Nothing changes, we still do all those married things but if one of us has an itch, they get to scratch it."

"And you're ok with that?"

"Why not? We stay married, we sleep together, shag together when and if we want to, but obviously we both clearly enjoy a change from monogamy so why not?

"To be fair, the conversation had gone even better than I'd dared hope. He knew about you, I knew about Sally, and nothing changed except that he suddenly got all fired up."

"What, he got cross?"

"No silly, he got, shall we say, all amorous."

"Really..."

"Yes really. If you must know he pulled me to my feet, kissed me passionately while ruching up my skirt. He slid his hands down the inside of my knickers onto my bum like a randy teenager. In his haste he almost ripped my knickers and, to summarise, we fucked like rabbits right here on the floor! And that's in spite of his just having spent the day shagging Sally on Sunday."

"Wow!"

"Yes, wow indeed. Second best sex I've had in years."

"Second."

"Yes second. That night in the hotel in Barcelona will take a lot of beating. You were so unaware, so almost innocent.

"But talking of beating." She repeated emphasising the word beating with a glint in her eye. My pulse quickened,

"I seem to remember you have a thing for a certain Miss Peters." My heart pounded at the memory of our discussion, the revelation of the disaster of offering her virginity to George and George making a mess of it had side tracked us somewhat.

Jen reached for a pair of square framed glasses and perched them on the end of her nose and slipped seamlessly into character.

"So, boy, do you know why I've called you to my study?"

"No Miss Peters." I joined in enthusiastically.

"Well think hard, boy!"

"I am Miss."

"Have you lost anything recently?"

"No Miss Peters."

"Not even a little silver packet?"

"Oh..... um...... yes."

"So what were you doing with a condom?"

"Er, no idea really Miss."

"Hoping to get lucky, were you? Or do you just use them for masturbating?"

I involuntarily caught my breath when she said masturbating, it just seemed so crude, but I couldn't help but admire how deeply she had got into character and all I had to do was follow.

"Well let me remind you. In your French exercise book I found a few jottings that have nothing to do with French."

"These jottings referred to my recent marriage, didn't they?"

"I don't remember Miss."

"Well, I'll refresh your memory."

All the while she stared at me through those glasses. The effect and the anticipation of where this was going was having a serious effect on my crotch.

"One line says, 'Miss Peters will be doing 'It' soon.'

"Do you remember writing that?

"Another, later, says, 'l wonder if Miss Peters did it last night.'

"Another, 'I wish I was Mr Peters and could see her naked?'

"Yet another, 'does she enjoy it when Mr Peters does 'it'?

"And another says, 'I wonder what Miss Peters' tits feel like?'

"Surely you remember those?"

I managed an apologetic, "Sorry Miss Peters."

"And how about this one? I would love to kiss her cute little cunt."

Staying in character, I just mumbled something, amazed at how well Jen had revived my fantasy. I remember so well having just those thoughts about Miss Peters, and Jen was obviously enjoying every moment, as indeed was I.

"So," she continued in a menacing tone, "I could send you to the head, and you will almost certainly be expelled. Imagine your parents' reaction when they read your lust filled jottings."

She let that sink in and just as I was about to speak, she continued,

"Or we could settle this between ourselves, couldn't we?"

"Yes Miss Peters, please Miss Peters, my parents must never know." Sensing the tension building and my cock starting to swell.

"You know you have to be punished, don't you?"

"Yes Miss Peters."

"And you know I am going to have to spank you, don't you."

"Ah, probably Miss Peters."

"You'd better come to my room." And she led me upstairs to her bedroom.

"See that chair over there?"

"Yes Miss Peters."

"Turn it around so that the back is towards you."

I did as I was told with mounting excitement. Meanwhile she opened up the bedroom cupboard and produced the long handled shoe horn.

"How many strokes do you think you deserve? Bear in mind that you get three for smoking and this is a much more serious offence."

"Probably six," I suggested as the thought raced through my brain causing the lump in my trousers to stiffen visibly.

"Correct, and six is the bare minimum. Talking of bare, undo your trousers."

I thought that the schoolboy in me should protest, but secretly I was getting very excited as well as apprehensive, wondering if I really could tolerate six strokes. The last time her final blow had really smarted.

I undid my trousers.

"Now take them off and put them on the chair."

I did as I was told.

"Now your pants."

"But Miss Peters."

"No buts or you go to the head master, understood?"

"Yes Miss Peters," as I took of my pants and placed them on top of my trousers.

"Turn to face the chair and hold your shirt up over your waist. I need a clear view of those errant buttocks."

Anticipation!

I didn't have long to wait. The first stroke landed on my bum with a resounding thwack, but the noise was more impressive than the pain which only smarted enough to stiffen my erection slightly.

The second stroke was firmer, louder and significantly more painful as was the third, which caused a rosy glow to spread across my buttocks, according to Miss Peters. There was some pain but, judging by my growing erection, not entirely unpleasant.

Miss Peters traced the shoe horn over my glowing buttocks, which produced a novel sensation of the injured flesh sending pleasure signals to my brain. It hurt a bit but was highly erotic.

"What's going on?" Enquired Miss Peters, noticing my now fully erect cock.

"Sorry Miss Peters, it just happened."

"Are you having more of your dirty thoughts?

"Imagining me naked?

"Or even worse, imagining me in bed, making love?"

She rapidly administered the final three strokes with increased enthusiasm and approached me from behind.

Stroking the injured flesh with her bare hands sent shivers through my entire body as she came out of character for the first time.

"You have a wonderfully smack-able bum. The way it quivers when hit with my shoe horn is just so bloody sexy."

She let her hands slip round the front, one grabbed my fully erect cock, the other fondled my balls.

"So incredibly fucking sexy!" She continued, stroking my cock.

"I'm juicing just watching it wobble. So now you've had your spanking, would you like to fuck?

"Do you want to fuck Miss Peters or Me?"

This was unexpected. Sure, I hoped I knew where it was going to end up, but this was totally novel. She sensed my hesitation and knew instantly.

"So, you mucky little toad, I'll keep my glasses on while you relive your fantasies with Miss Peters, but for goodness sake get on with it."

She slipped back into character.

"Miss Peters needs some attention." As she stood a few feet away and undid her blouse button by button, really slowly, with a 'come to bed' look in her eyes.

"You want to feel Miss Peters' tits, didn't you?" She reached behind her back, slipped the clasp and gently let her bra slide off, offering me both breasts. I held them gently as she undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

"Are they how you expected? How you hoped they'd feel?"

Sliding her hands into the sides of her knickers she lowered them provocatively to just above her sex.

"And now get ready to feast your eyes on Miss Peters' cute little cunt." The word made me catch my breath even though I had heard her say it before. The lowering procedure continued, and she stepped out of the wreckage.

"Go on then! Kneel down and kiss my cute little cunt. See how wet it is, how wet it is for you. How ready for your young, rock hard, cock. How much it wants to feel you thrust it inside. How much it needs to feel your spunk shoot as you cum."

I knelt between her legs, as she parted them obligingly. She placed one hand each side of her labia and exposed its pinkness to my gaze. I slipped my tongue into its warm moist folds and felt her hands grasp my head and pull it deeper into her. I lapped and sucked as she moaned in appreciation.

"Now Mr naughty words in his exercise book. Show me how you intend to fuck me!" She fell backwards onto the bed as I shed my shirt and mounted her forcefully in missionary.

"Fuck me, penetrate that cute little cunt.

"Miss Peters loves a stiff young cock.

"Particularly the hard cock of a student who writes sexy things about her in his school book.

"Pound me.

"Screw me to the bed.

"Make me scream!"

She was so wet that sliding my full length in and out was effortless. I revelled in her dirty talk as I glanced down at the point of our union and watched my cock slide in and out of her willing wetness. I felt the slipperiness and delighted in the visual thrill of her liquid excitement coating my cock.

My progress towards orgasm was hastened by Miss Peters running the palms of her hands lightly over the injured flesh of my bum and gently scratching it with her fingernails. No pain, just pure erotic pleasure.

I knew this was not going to last long. I sighed as the words Miss Peters slipped from my lips. She, sensing how close I was, reached under her splayed thighs and fondled my balls. That did it. No going back now. No holding on.

My reflexes kicked in and I felt my muscles all starting to contract simultaneously as several powerful spurts of cum jetted deep into her.

Silence.

Stillness.

I wasn't sure how to react. I'd called her Miss Peters at the height of my passion. Would she be upset? The answer was not long in coming.

"That!" She exclaimed, "was fucking fantastic!

"I never realised how sexy smacking a nice firm bum is!

"I didn't think giving a spanking could be so erotic.

"Hubby's just not into that sort of stuff.

"Fuck! What have I been missing.

"You probably don't know, but I had a mini orgasm just as you entered.

"And when you called me Miss Peters, as you came, I came again properly.

"Fuck!"

"I was worried that I'd said the wrong thing when I called you Miss Peters at such a critical time."

"Not at all! I think that just made me let go. It wasn't me being slutty it was Miss Peters. Now shift your bum into that shower before I have to give it another spanking."

"Promises. Promises!"

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