The Couple Next Door

I felt a sense of regret as I waved them off. My husband was taking our two children to visit my in-laws, followed by a stay at a cottage in Cornwall. I was to be home alone for the next seven days. I had been invited but used work commitments as an excuse to decline. In reality, a mutual dislike existed between my mother-in-law and me. She maintained an air of perfection and conveyed her belief that my husband had married below his station. The prospect of spending an extended period with her, especially a whole week, was daunting. My husband, Jason, was aware of the true reason for my decision to remain home, and we both understood that it was for the best.

Just as they turned the corner and left, Jack from next door drove into the close. He was a lovely guy. He was married to his beautiful wife, Laura, they were of a similar age to ourselves, but in every other aspect, they were different. We were married, struggling to bring up our children, always short of money, and by the evening, we were too exhausted to do anything. Jason was a good husband and a great father, he helped around the house and was dependable. However, he lacked excitement. Despite having what many people desired, I felt bored and restless. I observed the life that Jack and Laura led--they frequently travelled to exotic destinations abroad, and I regularly heard them laughing and enjoying themselves in their garden. They often returned home late at night.

We knew each other quite well; they had come over for dinner a couple of times. However, Jason struggled with Jack, as they were very different people. Laura and I got on well we regularly met in town for coffee, and I shared my thoughts on their relationships. Laura assured me it was not all plain sailing.

I had taken to watching them, and I was envious of their lifestyle. I kept looking at them doing the most mundane things, but they always seemed to be having fun. I knew I had been spotted a few times but tried to look innocent. I was envious of my neighbours.

Jack pulled up and came over.

"Hi, are you ok? It looks like a sunny bank holiday weekend ahead. Doing anything special?"

"No, Jason is off with the kids to Cornwall with the mother-in-law. I am home alone."

He looked a bit surprised. "Are you not going?"

"No, the wicked witch and I do not get on. One of us would murder the other if we spent a week together."

He laughed. "Ah, we are in tonight if you feel lonely and want to drop in for a glass of wine. If you are not painting the town red, that is." He grinned, and I could not help but smile back.

"No, my painting the town red days are behind me." I paused. "Sadly."

"I am sure given the right encouragement you could live it up. It would be great if you came over, no worries if not."

"I would love to, I might even have two glasses of wine. I can lie in tomorrow."

He laughed, "Push the boat out, have a bottle, pop over around seven."

"Brilliant, see you then."

I pottered around the house for a little while, I tidied up, knowing this time it would stay tidy with no kids to mess the place up. I spied Jack and Laura in their garden their heads were close together, whispering and laughing with each other. They kissed, and Jack squeezed her bottom. Again, I thought Laura had noticed me looking.

After a bite to eat, I decided to sit outside and read my book, this would be a rare treat. Reading at home without interruptions. I read every day on the bus commute to work. The joy of e-readers over traditional books is that no one knows what you are reading. I tend to read romance books, but quite erotic romance books. Jason always called this soft porn, and he was right. Although I do have a sex life, it lacks excitement. If I believed half of what I read, I would call it boring. I know passion is supposed to fade over time, but I cannot ever remember our relationship being exciting. I always imagined Laura and Jack had a good sex life.

Some time later, I could hear them moving around in their garden. Unusually for them, they were bickering about something. Eventually, I heard Jack say, "If you do not stop being bratty, you will be sleeping on your front tonight with a sore bottom."

I could not believe what I had heard. Was he threatening to spank her? My pulse rose in excitement.

Laura spat, "Go to hell."

With this, they both went inside, and I could not hear anything else. My imagination was working overtime. I had always found the thought of being spanked exciting, and it sounded like that was what Laura was going to get. Once again, I was jealous of Laura. I debated if I should go round that evening if they were busy spanking each other but decided I would go.

I showered and dressed in a light summer frock and rang their doorbell at seven. Jack opened the door and was all smiles. "We have a fine bottle of red wine with your name on it, come in." We kissed, then went to the lounge dining room. The French windows were open, and background music played. Laura, as usual, looked stunning in a knee-length skirt and blouse. There was a relaxed atmosphere, and I could detect none of the earlier tension between them. Perhaps she had already been spanked?

Around nine thirty I had polished off a bottle of wine, I was very tipsy, and I was having a lovely time. Jack turned off the music and suddenly looked serious. "Alison, Laura is due to be punished this evening. You are welcome to stay and watch, but of course, we understand if you would wish to go home."

I felt a flutter in my stomach. "What do you mean, punished?" I asked.

"Like most couples, we have our arguments and disagreements, but unlike most couples, if one of us is in the wrong, they get punished. Laura was a total brat this morning, she eventually admitted it and has agreed to be punished."

I looked at each of them in turn Jack, although serious, looked relaxed, whereas Laura was very red and flustered.

"What will happen to her?"

"She will present herself naked and ask me to cane her. Afterwards, everything will be forgotten. I know it sounds crazy, but it works for us. We do not have long, drawn-out arguments or feelings of anger between us. A short, sharp punishment, and then we make up, then everything is back to normal."

It made a weird sense, and they were a genuinely happy couple.

"Well, will you stay?"

Laura spoke, "I am sure Alison would rather go home."

"That is for her to decide. I think if Alison saw you being caned, it would be a good lesson for you. Alison, will you stay?"

My mind was in a spin, but I nodded. I was genuinely curious.

Jack smiled, and Laura scolded. "Good, let's get this unpleasant business over with." His body language and attitude suggested this was going to be far from unpleasant. "Laura, you know the routine."

She huffed, and I thought for a moment she was going to say more, but she seemed to make up her mind to get on with it.

She unzipped her skirt and folded it neatly on the dining table. I was surprised to see that she was wearing a white suspender belt with white stockings and a pair of matching white panties. As if reading my mind, Jack said. "Laura knew she was to be punished tonight, and I require her to dress in lingerie for her punishment, it helps to build up the anticipation." He paused and smiled, "She also looks fantastic wearing it."

I could only agree I looked at her with envy.

Laura then took two dining room chairs and placed them back-to-back and then placed a cushion over the top of the chairs. I then watched in fascination as Laura peeled down her panties and, closing the French windows, hooked her knickers on the door handle. Again, Jack explained, "Laura is required to kneel on one of the chairs, lean herself right over the back, and rest herself over the chairs. It is a perfect position for a caning. If she looks up, she can see her panties, but she knows panties are a privilege only afforded to good girls." He smiled. "Laura, would you please like to get the cane from upstairs."

I could see her neatly trimmed pussy, which confirmed she was not a true blond. Her bottom was a lovely shape and was perfectly framed by her suspenders.

I sat in silence as I heard Laura go upstairs, and I could hear her moving around before she came back down. She was holding a crook-handled cane in both her hands and presented this to Jack.

"Thank you, you know the position." He said this, and his eyes indicated the chairs. "Angela, have you seen a cane before?"

"In pictures", I replied.

"Here, take it."

I gingerly took hold of the offered rod. It was lighter than I expected, but when I swished it through the air, I noticed how flexible it was. I could only imagine how much it would hurt. My pussy was wet with excitement; this was the most sexually exciting thing I could remember.

Whilst I examined the cane, Laura knelt on one of the dining chairs and leaned over so she was positioned across both chairs with her bottom prominently displayed.

"Angela, will you please bring me half a dozen sheets of toilet roll?"

I was surprised with the request but went to the downstairs toilet and quickly came back holding the white tissue paper.

Jack said, "Laura, present."

"Oh, do I have to?" Whined Laura.

"Of course, it is part of your punishment."

With a huff Laura slowly reached back, and taking a buttock in each hand, she held herself wide open. She was totally and lewdly exposed. I could not believe what I was seeing. I also could not imagine how embarrassed Laura must feel exposing herself in front of me. I could not even think of doing that in front of Jason.

Jack looked at me. "Embarrassment and humiliation are a large part of punishment. I am now going to inspect Laura, could you pass me the toilet paper."

I handed it to him and knelt behind Laura and ran his fingers over her pussy, and then the tip of his finger circled the brown rim of her anus. My pussy was awash with excitement, and I noticed Laura was in the same condition. Jack then wiped her bottom using the toilet paper and inspected the result.

"You have passed inspection." He then looked at me. "Her punishment would have been increased considerably if she did not meet my standards." Then turning to Laura, he asked. "Where would you have been punished for failing inspection?"

"On my bottom hole, Master."

My bottom hole tensed in response.

Jack looked at me. "If she had failed inspection, Laura would be fetching a plastic ruler from upstairs and spreading her buttocks this time for punishment. As you can imagine, such a punishment is very embarrassing and painful."

I nodded dumbly. I could not think of anything useful to say.

Jack picked up the cane and stood to one side of his wife and laid the cane across the centre of her bottom.

"Laura, do you want to tell Angela what is expected from you during your correction?"

I knew this was a rhetorical question.

There was a pause, "I must keep my bottom presented to the cane. I am not allowed to shout out or stand up. I am not allowed to tense my buttocks."

"Anything else."

"I have to count and say 'thank you, Master' after each stroke."

The word 'Master' sent a shudder through my pussy. What would it be like to have to present your bottom for punishment and be mastered in that way?"

"What happens if you fail to meet my standards?"

"Extras are added."

Throughout this conversation, Laura kept herself exposed. I could smell her arousal, and I was afraid she would also be able to smell my equal excitement.

"Let's begin. Laura, assume your punishment position. Angela, please pay close attention. Laura, you are getting twelve of the best."

"Oh, no." Laura pleaded, but she put her hands in front of her.

I needed no prompting; I could not take my eyes off the scene before me.

"You only have yourself to blame." With this, Jack tapped the cane a couple of times on Laura's lower bottom and then delivered the first stroke. There was a whoosh followed by a sharp crack as the cane made contact. Laura tossed her head back and made a whinnying sound. She then took a couple of deep breaths and said. "One, thank you, Master."

A red line was evident on her lower bottom.

Silence fell, and after thirty seconds the second stroke was delivered. A second stripe was added to Laura's bottom. I was mesmerised by the scene before me. Laura was being very brave. I resisted the urge to massage my pussy.

After several minutes, Laura eventually called out. "Twelve, thank you, Master." She seemed to sag as she said this, and all the tension left her body.

"Well taken, Laura. You may rub your bottom."

She quickly reached around and frantically rubbed herself. She did not seem to care that anyone was watching she just wanted to relieve the sting. I was treated to a highly erotic show.

"When you are ready, you may stand up."

She slowly levered herself upright. I could see that she had shed some tears.

"Take the cane and put it back upstairs."

Laura looked at me. "Angela should be punished too." My heart leapt. "I keep catching her spying on us."

I went red, and they both could not have helped but notice.

Jack said. "Is that true, Angela? Have you been spying?"

"Well, I," I stammered. Guilt must have been written all over my face.

"Laura, you go upstairs, I will be up shortly."

Laura smiled at me and left the room. There was a heavy silence which was broken when Jack said. "Do you deserve to be punished for spying?"

I did not know what to say. What I had witnessed was highly erotic, but the caning did look painful, not just painful but very embarrassing. But this was the most exciting sexual thing I had ever seen.

"I don't know," I answered honestly.

"I think you do know, and you know you deserve a sore bottom."

I stared at him, dumbfounded.

"Look, go home now, come for dinner tomorrow evening. You have until then to make up your mind. You can either leave after the meal with no ill feelings, or you can be a brave girl and take your punishment. Is that fair?"

I nodded.

"Right, I am needed upstairs, Laura's bottom needs kissing better. We will see you tomorrow." Jack's radiant smile had returned.

I rushed home and went straight upstairs and retrieved my vibrator, which was hidden at the back of my underwear drawer. It had not been used for a long time, and that was going to change tonight. I quickly brought myself to a huge orgasm, it was far stronger than usual. I then lay over the edge of the bed with my bottom facing a full-length mirror and presented myself as Laura had done earlier for inspection. I gazed in the mirror. The question remained.

Could I display myself like this in front of Laura and Jack? The thought was highly embarrassing, but my pussy pulsed at the thought.

Could I allow myself to be caned? I feared the pain, but it was a persistent fantasy of mine, and I did trust Jack.

Would I be brave enough? I did not know the answer to that.

I brought myself to orgasm twice more, both times imagining myself being presented before Jack and being caned. That was the end of the most sexually stimulating evening of my life.

I woke up on Sunday morning, and my first thought was, would I be caned that evening? I still did not know the answer to the question. I dressed and then decided I had better check if I had a decent pair of stockings. I used to regularly wear lingerie for my husband in the early days of our marriage but had not done so for a long time. I found a nice matching bra, panties, and suspender belt, but I could not find a suitable pair of stockings. I decided retail therapy was in order.

Rather than driving into town and the hassle of parking, I took the bus. On the journey, I read a story on my e-reader about a young maid being punished by her strict master. Although I still did not know if I was brave enough, the idea of submitting myself for punishment was certainly exciting.

I wandered around the shops a little aimlessly, but I finally found myself in the lingerie section of one of the large department stores. As I browsed the stockings, I did wonder if any of the women around me were buying lingerie knowing their bottom was to be spanked. I smiled at the thought. Finally, I chose a pair of expensive black seamed stockings.

I read more of my book on the way home, still undecided about whether to go ahead this evening.

When I got home, I tried to do some housework, but my mind was distracted. Eventually, I decided to take a long bath. I soaked myself and carefully shaved my pussy. I knew I did not have a figure to compete with Laura, but if I were to display myself, I would look my very best. I thoroughly cleaned myself and paid particular attention to my bottom. I did not want to fail inspection. I could not imagine being punished on my anus.

Eventually, I got dressed in my black lingerie, with a simple skirt and blouse. I then went downstairs and had a glass of wine. I needed the courage.

I knocked on the door of Jack and Laura's house at seven o'clock on the dot. Jack opened the door and gave me a wide grin and a peck on the cheek.

Conversation over dinner was very stilted, and I ate very little my stomach was in knots. I did have a couple of large glasses of wine. After the meal, we all helped clear away, and an awkward silence fell. Eventually, Jack asked the question I had been dreading. "Alison, do you deserve to be punished for spying on your neighbours?"

My heartbeat rose, and my face went bright red. I looked at my feet but eventually whispered. "Yes."

"Good." Said Jack, and I saw Laura nod her head. "First remove your skirt and hang your knickers on the door handle."

I could not believe how casually Jack said this; adrenaline rushed through my body. I reached behind myself, unzipped my skirt and carefully stepped out of it and placed it on the table. I hesitated, then took off my panties, walked over to the French windows and hung them as requested. As I turned, I covered my pussy with my hands.

"Modesty is for good girls, hands by your side. If you cover yourself again, I will ask you to put your hands on your head." Jack sounded cross. "Now two chairs back-to-back"

I let my hands fall to my sides and busied myself with the chairs. Laura passed me the cushion to place over the back. This was it; the stage was set. "Laura, will you go upstairs and get the junior cane for me."

Laura went, and I was left semi-naked under Jack's intense gaze. I hoped he was enjoying the view.

"Remember humiliation and embarrassment are part of the punishment."

I meekly nodded, I was certainly embarrassed. Other than the doctors and my husband, no one had seen me naked since my marriage seven years ago.

Laura returned with the cane. It was lighter than the one I had seen yesterday, but it still looked capable of inflicting a sting.

"Get yourself into position. Laura, could you please bring some toilet paper."

I mounted the chairs and bent over. My bottom felt huge, I looked around and could see both Jack and Laura staring at me. "Laura, would you like to complete the inspection? Alison present." Jack was in full command. I reached behind me and, taking a buttock in each hand, held myself open. I was fully displayed nothing was hidden. Laura knelt behind me, and I felt her fingers gently rub my pussy. I was soaking wet. She could not help but notice I was highly aroused. I started to push back onto her probing fingers.

"You naughty girl," whispered Laura. Her fingers were now circling my bottom hole, and I panted my excitement. Suddenly she stopped, and she wiped my bottom with toilet paper. I waited in suspense for the verdict.

"She passes inspection," Laura announced. I was grateful.

"Then we shall proceed with the punishment. Alison, I assume you have not been caned before?"

"No."

"As this is your first caning, I will only give you nine strokes."

That still seemed an awful lot, but I was relieved it was not more.

"Laura, remind Alison what is expected of her during punishment."

"With pleasure, you must keep your bottom presented to the cane. No shouting out, do not try to stand, and keep your buttocks relaxed for the cane. You must count each stroke."

"Laura, I would like you to help, could you please stand by Alison's head and keep her still, as this is the first time you can count for her."

Laura knelt beside me, brushed my hair, and whispered encouragement to be brave.

Silence fell. I tried to control my breathing and failed.

There was a swish, and I jumped, but it was only Jack practising.

Laura whispered, "I know it is hard, but try to relax your buttocks."

I tried, and as soon as I had relaxed, the first stroke landed. I jumped and cried out in my distress, it hurt much more than I expected. Laura called out. "One thank you, Master." Then she said, "Well done." I was very proud of her praise, but I was not sure I deserved it.

The second stroke was easier to cope with, as I had some idea of what to expect. After the third stroke, Jack told me I could rub my bottom. I grabbed myself and tried to ease the sting, I did not care what view I afforded Jack, he must have seen all my charms. I was allowed to rub again after the sixth stroke this time the rubbing was more frantic. Finally, I was grateful to hear Laura call out. "Nine, thank you, Master."

I slumped down and realised tears were pouring down my face. My bottom was on fire. Laura cuddled my head and gently kissed me. Eventually, I felt strong enough to stand, and I was hugged by Laura.

When I was released, I looked at Jack, who was standing, and looked a bit uncertain. I suppose he was wondering what my reaction would be. I gave him a big hug and said thank you. That broke the ice, and everyone relaxed.

Soon afterwards I excused myself and rushed home to inspect the damage in the mirror. My bottom was decorated with nine fierce stripes. I brought myself to orgasm bent over looking at my punishment marks.

As Monday was a public holiday, I had a lie-in, a luxury for any parent of young children. When I eventually got out of bed, I bent over and looked at my bottom. The marks, although faded, were still visible.

As I sat down for breakfast, the front doorbell rang. It was Laura.

"I wanted to check you are ok."

"Yes, thank you, my bum is a bit sore. But it is a price worth paying."

She smiled. "I am pleased."

"I am so jealous of what you have with Jack."

"We have not always got on like we do. A couple of years ago we were arguing all the time, and our relationship was on the rocks."

"You would never know."

"I had a conversation with his penis."

I laughed, and Laura smiled. "You think I am joking, but I had a conversation with his penis. You should do the same with Jason."

Still laughing, I asked what she meant.

"Scientists have not found it yet, but every man has a brain in his penis that controls his actions. So, one night I dressed in his favourite lingerie and took his penis in my mouth, and when he was erect, I asked him what his sexual fantasies were. It took a while, but as I teased his penis gradually, he shared his desires. Throughout the conversation I never looked him in the face; I talked directly to his penis. What you have seen and experienced over the last couple of days is a result of that conversation."

"Seriously."

"Yes, it brought us closer together, and we are now more able to share our dreams and fantasies. You should try it. Anyway, enough chit-chat; let's have a look."

"What?"

"Your bottom -- let's see the stripes."

Soon Laura was inspecting my bottom again, her fingers traced each stripe and then trailed down to gently tense my pussy. I was getting wet. She very gently kissed my left buttock. "You found yesterday exciting, didn't you?"

"Yes, very."

"You naughty girl. You should also know I regularly punish Jack."

"You spank him?" I asked.

"No, I cane him, hard. I am a very strict mistress. Many men need a strict female in their lives. Jack is one of them. You really should talk to Jason." She stood up to leave.

"That I would love to see."

She smiled at me, "I had better be getting back. We must do lunch soon." With this, she swept from the house, leaving my mind in a whirl.

I was shamelessly lazy for the rest of the day. My mind was never far from the events of the last couple of days and the conversation with Laura that morning. I did think she had a point. Jason and I had never discussed our darkest sexual fantasies. I resolved that I would at least try to have a conversation with his penis, crazy as it sounded.

Tuesday and Wednesday were normal workdays until I got a phone call on Wednesday evening. It was from Laura, and she sounded excited.

"Jack crashed the car."

"Oh no, that is terrible. Is he ok?"

"Oh, sorry, yes, he is fine no one was hurt. He scraped it when he was parking. It is a company car, and everything is insured."

"Phew."

"What it does mean is that he has been very naughty, and we all know what happens to naughty boys."

It finally dawned on me why she sounded pleased.

"If you were serious and want to see Jack being disciplined, come over and bring your stockings and suspenders with you."

With this, she hung up.

There was no doubt I wanted to go next door, I rushed upstairs, grabbed my lingerie and heels, and quickly went next door. Laura answered the door. "Quick upstairs, Jack will be home in half an hour, and we need to get ready."

I followed her up to the bedroom.

Laura looked at me. "Angela, men are really like little boys, if you give them a little of what they want, they will do anything for you. In Jack's case, I dress up for him when he is punished."

I nodded, not quite knowing what to do with this information.

"I enjoy the feeling of power when I wield the cane. So, dressing is a small price to pay for the pleasure it gives me. I am very strict with him."

I just nodded again.

Laura smiled. "Of course, I found out he finds the idea of latex lingerie exciting when I was having a conversation with his penis."

I laughed. "It is amazing what a penis can tell you," I replied.

"Truly, it is you should try it."

"I am going to."

"Right, if you want to dress in your stockings and suspenders. I will just get ready. It will be like all Jack's birthdays and Christmases have come together."

I soon found myself just in lingerie and watched fascinated as Laura put on a pair of white latex stockings and full-length latex gloves. She finished by putting on a very tight pair of white latex panties and a pair of high-heeled court shoes. It was a struggle for her to put it all on properly, but the result was well worth the effort. She looked amazing. When she was done, she said. "Mistress Laura is ready. I will just call him."

I heard a short conversation in which Laura told Jack he was to be severely punished for his carelessness. He was to go straight upstairs when he got home, shower, and then present himself naked in the lounge for correction. There seemed to be no dissent from Jack.

She then looked at me. "You will not be needing your bra." I quickly took it off; I decided not to argue with Mistress. "Bring your clothes downstairs with you."

We waited downstairs for Jack to come home. I was given a large gin and tonic to help pass the time. Once again, my pussy was wet with anticipation. We heard Jack's car pull into the drive, and he did go straight upstairs, and we heard the shower running. Soon afterwards we heard a knock on the lounge door, just as I was thinking it was unusual to knock on the door in your own house. Laura called. "Enter."

Jack was naked, his hair still wet, and he looked shocked to see me dressed, or rather undressed as I was.

"It is only fair that Angela should witness your punishment. I trust you have no objections?"

Jack only nodded dumbly. His penis was becoming erect; I was not surprised. He was naked in a room with two semi-dressed females, one of whom was about to punish him.

"What punishment would be appropriate, do you think?" Laura asked Jack.

"Maybe just a spanking?" He said this with a smile.

Laura looked cross, "You will get a spanking for that comment, but for your carelessness, something much more severe is called for."

Jack's smile disappeared.

"Bring me the hairbrush and the senior cane."

The colour drained from Jack's face. "Oh, please."

"Off you go. Any more arguing and you will be fetching the butt plug as well."

He hurried upstairs.

"You have to be very strict, naughty boys like to know the rules." She smiled at me. Her face was alive with excitement.

Jack soon returned. The hairbrush was large and wooden, and I had no doubt it would deliver a vicious sting. The cane was thicker than the ones I had seen previously and looked fearsome. Jack was going to have a painful evening.

"Get the dining room chair, place it in the middle of the floor and ask nicely for your punishment."

The chair was soon placed, and Jack meekly said. "Mistress, will you please correct me for my misbehaviour."

"Certainly", she sat herself down. "Come on, get over my knee. Alison, you sit over there." She pointed to one of the armchairs. "You will have a grandstand view."

Jack awkwardly got himself into position with his bottom uppermost.

Laura looked at me. "One of the advantages of these gloves is that they protect my hand and allow me to spank him much harder."

With this, she brought down her hand on Jack's left buttock and quickly did the same to the right. This set the pattern for the next few minutes, Laura spanked the whole of Jack's bottom and the top of his thighs. Jack cried out on occasion and by the end was struggling to keep still. The spanking finally stopped.

"Alison, come and see what a properly spanked bottom looks like." I quickly rushed over to look. His bottom was red all over and did look very sore. "They don't like being spanked on their thighs, but it is very good for them." She smiled as she said this. "Could you please pass me the hairbrush, he is now nicely warmed up." I passed her the brush and resumed my seat.

Laura raised her hand high in the air, and then the hairbrush landed with a resounding smack in the middle of Jack's bottom. He jumped and shouted out. "Stay still." She smacked him again with the brush, this time Jack did manage to stay quiet and still, but I could tell he was struggling. I was not surprised it must have hurt terribly. After a minute or so, Jack was again calling out his discomfort.

"This will not do," Laura said. "You are supposed to be quiet under punishment." She looked up at me. "Alison, could I please borrow your panties."

I was taken by surprise, why did she need my panties? Nevertheless, I stood and removed them. I stood to hand them over, but as I did so. Laura commanded Jack to open his mouth, and then she told me to gag him with my knickers. As I gagged him, I could see tears running down his face, but he smiled at me just before I gagged him.

As soon as I had retaken my seat, the hairbrush landed once again on Jack's poor bottom. There was a muffled cry. Several more minutes passed before Laura announced that he was now ready for the cane. "Oh, and do not worry about your panties, I will get Jack to handwash them and return them to you. They will be as good as new."

"Right, Jack, bend over the chair, six of the very best to finish with."

Jack turned the chair around and bent over with his sore bottom facing me. I could not imagine what a caning would feel like. I did not have to imagine long. Laura quickly delivered the first stroke, and Jack bucked and jumped, even though he was gagged, you could hear his distress. This set the pattern for the rest of his punishment.

Finally, Laura put down the cane.

"Jack, you may kiss me and thank me for your punishment."

Rather than stand as I expected. Jack got on his knees and kissed Laura's latex clad pussy. She held his head against herself for a couple of minutes, her face registering her pleasure. When she released him. She said. "You also need to kiss Alison as a thank you for lending you her panties." Jack then crawled over to me, and I opened my legs wide. Jack buried his face in my sopping-wet pussy. For the next couple of minutes, I had the pleasure of Jack's oral attention. "Enough, off to bed with you." With a rueful grin, Jack stood up and went upstairs.

As I stood, Laura embraced me, and I hugged her back. She smiled. "That is how you treat naughty boys, and all men are really just that, naughty boys." She then added. "I had better get upstairs and get on with the rest of his punishment."

"Surely he has suffered enough?"

"I now sit on his face whilst he brings me to climax. He is very good at oral sex, but then he has had a lot of practice." She kissed me. "The golden rule is that Mistress always comes first." With that, she was gone.

I got dressed and went home, once again my vibrator was busy, and my mind was filled with thoughts of Laura.

I enjoyed a peaceful rest of the week, on Friday Jason and the kids returned. They told me they had enjoyed themselves. Molly announced, "Grandma is really bossy, she kept ordering us about."

I told her off, but my heart was not in it. Molly was right. It also made me think that Jason was used to being bossed around by domineering women. He was happy in his mother's company. I decided I could fill that role for him and give him much more than his mother ever could.

On Saturday I cooked a special meal, and we put the kids to bed early. Once again I dressed in my finest lingerie. Including my newly hand-washed knickers that Jack had delivered. After dinner, Jason sat in front of the TV, but I had other ideas.

"Come on, let's go to bed early, there is something I want to discuss with you."

He smiled and meekly followed me upstairs. He quickly got undressed, and I stripped down to my underwear. He had lust written all over his face, and when he reached out to grab me, I pushed his hands away and made him lie on the bed.

I took his now erect prick and gently kissed the end, he moaned his pleasure. It was time for my conversation with his penis. I took the length of his cock in my mouth, as much as I could manage anyway. Jason is very well endowed. I then kissed his along shaft and balls, and Jason continued to moan.

I whispered. "What is your darkest sexual fantasy? I missed you this week, and I want to make you happy." I was looking at his cock as I spoke. I decided to use the excuse of missing him rather than telling him our neighbours had caned me and told me to talk to his penis.

"I don't know." He looked down at me.

I took his penis in my mouth again then asked again. "You must have some secret fantasy. How about spanking me?"

He moaned.

"How about me spanking you." His cock twitched and he moaned loudly. "You like that idea don't you." Again, another moan. "Would you like me to put you over my knee and spank you very hard?" His cock twitched again. "Or maybe even cane you." Another twitch. "What I naughty boy you are. Maybe when the kids are next away your dreams may come true."

"Yes please." He finally spoke.

Laura was right you can have a conversation with a penis.

The End