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Sheena the Cleaner
by Jonbrian (address withheld)
***
My cleaner relates her story as to her second
punishment following her husbands failure to clean my
office. (MF, reluc, oral, anal, spank)
***
My name is Sheena and I have been cleaning for Jonathan
for some 7 years, looking after both his office and his
cottage in Cheshire. I know he has related the story as
to how he first punished me for my husbands poor work
in his tale; Aunty Jean's Reaction (Directory 58) but
he has now asked me to put down in writing about my
latest experience at his hands; some months later,
after my useless husband yet again failed to clean his
office. This is why I am now sat in his office on a
cushion baring my soul to your website after having
bared my bottom, to him, an hour earlier.
It all started this morning when I received a text from
him at eight thirty am. It was short and to the point.
"My office is a mess again; be here tonight at 7.00pm
you know what to expect and think on; your age will
impact on the lesson you are about to learn! J."
My stomach had done a rapid flutter as I recalled my
previous lesson. The afters had been wonderful but the
starters in the form of a spanking had been rather
unpleasant. If my memory served me right I had received
a dozen warm up slaps followed by 27 proper smacks the
first time. That had smarted but not enough to spoil
the serious seeing to he had given me after. The
mention of my age, sixty five, could mean 65 spanks or
in deference to my age a more lenient punishment. I
suspected the former and tried to imagine how having my
bottom smacked 65 times would feel.
At this point I should admit that we have, over the
intervening months managed the odd sex session at his
cottage when I went round to clean and on one post
coital moment he admitted how he rather fancied seeing
me in a school uniform; no doubt due to my diminutive
stature and rather chubby physique.
I decided therefore to try to dress in this manner to
perhaps please him and maybe reduce my "punishment." I
already possessed a white blouse and could borrow one
of Jimmy's ties but needed a skirt, knee socks and
school knickers to complete the ensemble.
Off I popped into town to see if I could source the
missing items. My first port of call was the indoor
market where I am pleased to say one of the stalls sold
two of the items. As I handed over the money for a pair
of navy blue school knickers and white knee socks I
could feel myself colouring as I felt that the man knew
exactly why I was buying them. Why that should be I do
not know as I could just as easily been buying them for
my granddaughter.
Opposite was another stall where I found the skirt and
as I handed over my purchase for wrapping the lady who
served me looked me straight in the eye and said; "This
for your granddaughter, she's big for her age, still
that seems to be the problem with the youth of today!"
and as she handed me my parcel and change gave me a
knowing look and said, "I hope it fits; should go well
with the knickers and socks! Do you need a blouse and
tie?"
At that I hurried off home trying to hide my glowing
face.
Fortunately Jimmy was away on a house sit, one of our
other business enterprises, so I did not have to be too
devious when I got back that afternoon. At about five I
went upstairs and showered then got out my purchases
and a blouse plus a striped tie of Jimmy's.
Firstly I put on a black bra, something I had noticed
the younger generation seemed to favour then pulled on
the school knickers settling the elastic round my waist
and the top of my legs. They felt quite thick in
comparison to my normal briefs but comfy and somewhat
reassuring. Then the socks and blouse and finally the
short skirt which fitted well and came to just below
mid thigh.
Lastly I managed to tie the tie and then studied my
self in the mirror.
For 65 I did not look bad; with my curly hair and fresh
scrubbed face I had the look, I thought he would
appreciate, of a cheeky schoolgirl.
Getting to the office would not be a problem as it had
its own underground car park and lift and as cleaner I
had my own keys. I also knew all the other staff would
have left by then.
Putting on a long coat and some flat heeled shoes I set
off to drive the couple of miles to the office. As I
came into Chestergate I could see his office light on
and noted that all the rest of the building was in
darkness as I had expected. Parking the car I got out
and slipping off my coat headed for the lift taking it
to the 6th floor
By now the butterflies were doing somersaults in my
stomach but I could also feel myself getting wet down
below in anticipation of potential afters. Just one
knock on his door and I entered to find him sat at his
desk working on the computer.
Without looking up he said. "Good of you to come Mrs.
Forwell, please get the chair and place it in the
middle of the room opposite the mirror please, I will
be with you shortly. So off I went and placed the guest
chair where he had instructed me then stood meekly
beside it waiting his pleasure.
After a moment he looked up and I saw his eyes widen
slightly when he noticed what I was wearing. "Mmm very
nice, very effective and I suppose you think that by
dressing to please me it will affect the severity your
punishment is. Well you assumed right or should I say
wrong. I had intended, in deference to your age to only
give you 43 smacks, some two thirds of your age but as
you see yourself young enough to be a schoolgirl I
shall resort to plan B and match your punishment to
your age. Sixty five I believe."
With that he got to his feet and moved round the desk
and slowly seated himself taking care to adjust the
creases in his trousers. Without a word he grabbed my
arm and unceremoniously pulled me over his lap, head
well down, bottom raised and my legs suspended unable
to touch the floor. Hands at the hem of my skirt and I
feel cool air across the back of my thighs as he lifts
it folding it high on my back exposing my knicker clad
bottom. A hand gently caressing my cheeks through the
thick cotton, fingers at the leg elastic and their
crotch is being pulled high and tight between my
cheeks, exposing my buttocks.
"Smack, smack, smack, smack." The office echoes to the
sound of his palm slapping my exposed flesh causing my
chubby cheeks to wobble as he spanks me. Only 4 and not
too hard but the tingle is already starting. Another
half dozen and this time a sharp intake of breath is
forced from my lips. That's ten and my bottom is
starting to sting and this is less than a sixth of what
he has promised.
A pause as his palm strokes my behind then a rapid
series of smacks that alternate from cheek to cheek
causing me to squirm and wriggle to avoid his palm but
to no avail, he is too strong and his left arm is
pinning me firmly across his lap. 15 I count before he
stops again.
I lay there the silence of the room emphasising my
breathing which is coming in short sharp pants and the
his fingers hook into the waist elastic of my blue
school knickers and they are pulled down to just above
my knees exposing me completely and then he speaks
again each word accompanied by his palm cracking down
on my defenceless bottom cheeks.
"Your bottom is turning a nice rosy red Mrs. Forwell
and all because your husband is a lazy no good
layabout." Another 21
That makes 46 in all; another 19 to go but by now my
bottom is on fire and tears sting my eyes; yet
perversely I can feel myself getting wetter by the
second.
I am begging him to stop to let me go promising the
earth but the only response I get is his palm being
applied harder and faster to my bottom which I am
heaving about trying to escape and the tears are
flowing now as for the first time I get to know what a
real spanking is like, to know what my girls must have
felt like when I used to spank and slipper them.
Finally it stops and I am left hanging over his lap and
for the first time I look at the mirror and see my
self, body heaving for breath, my bottom and the tops
of my thighs a crimson red.
It is only then that I notice something on the table
just to the left of the chair just a few inches from my
head. A tube of KY Jelly and I know immediately what is
to come next.
Pass me the KY Sheena; I hope for just a moment that he
is going to soothe my burning flesh with it but my
wishes are cruelly shattered as first I hear the lid
being flipped up then my cheeks are pulled roughly
apart and I gasp as he squeezes a generous amount of
the cold jelly directly into my anal area then releases
my cheeks. He stands and lifts me to my feet then turns
me and bends me over his desk and flips my skirt back
up over my back.
I hear him undoing his zipper and a foot taps my feet
and I automatically spread them. Fingers open my
buttocks and I feel the pressure of his cock head
against my anus and I cry out as with one long deep
thrust all 8 inches of his, oh so thick cock, are
forced deep, deep up my arse and into my bowels until
the front of his trousers is pressed hard against my
burning bottom.
My hips grabbed and he begins; in and out goes his
cock, my anal muscle flexing along it, each thrust
opening my back passage more and more. My buggering
this time is so vigorous so intense and I am turned on
by the ferocity of it. I am crying out in both pain and
passion, the pain of my spanking diminishes as he
ignites a passion in me I have never known before.
I feel him swelling and his thrusts get harder and
faster and then he injects a jet of come up my arse
before he pulls out and turns me and before I can
protest his cock is in my mouth and he is coming and I
am gagging and choking as his thick white juices fill
my mouth and I have to swallow and swallow to avoid
spilling a drop knowing he hates me to waste any of his
come.
"Now let that be another lesson for you. I hope not to
have repeat this as if I do we will be taking a slipper
to that delectable backside of yours."
I am so shocked and sore that without thinking I retort
with," You bastard, that really hurt, I will not be
able to sit down for a week!" As soon as the words are
out I know it had been a mistake.
Without a word he walks over to one of his cupboards
and opens the door. Reaching in he takes something out
and then having shut the door turns toward me.
My eyes open wide in shock. He is holding a hook
handled cane, the sort you see in all those old Billy
Bunter programmes. Surely he does not intend to cane
me.
Clearly though that is exactly his intention as he
moves purposefully towards me than takes my arm and
stands me facing the mirror. "Bend over Sheena and
grasp your ankles and do not move, you are about to get
six of the best and each time you move I will add
another stroke. Do you understand?"
Slowly I bend over and take hold of my ankles then look
up. In the mirror I can see everything. Me in this most
humiliating of positions and Jonathan stood behind me
cane flexing between his hands. I watch as he bends and
takes the hem of my skirt which yet again he folds
neatly over my back then moves back and stands to one
side of me the cane now clasped in his right hand.
Gently he taps my unprotected bottom; my knickers are
still down round my knees. I look away. A whirring
sound then my bottom feels as if it has been cut in two
and the sound of bamboo on flesh fills the room.
"Don't." his voice intones.
Automatically my hands reach round and clasp my bottom
rubbing it trying to relieve the stinging.
"I said no movement Sheena that is another stroke,
dearest."
I grasp my ankles again but this time I watch him
hoping that this will reduce the shock factor.
Up goes his arm again, a zipping noise then my bottom
is on fire feeling as if it is being stung by a swarm
of bees. "Ever..." Up and down goes his arm. "Call...
Me... A... Bastard..." Each word is preceded by another
stroke and by now my buttocks are on fire. Six of the
best he has said and that is what I have received.
"Turn round but remain bent over and present your
bottom to the mirror then look at yourself."
Slowly I shuffle round and gasp when I see my behind.
The red of his spanking is now superimposed with six
angry wheals, like tramlines equally spaced across its
chubby flesh.
"Now for number seven and I wish you to remain like
this watching in the mirror so you can see what happens
to a naughty bottom."
Again he moves to one side and I flinch as he taps my
sore flesh and watch my flesh wobble slightly. Up goes
his arm again and as if in slow motion I see the cane
descend and watch as my buttocks give to the bamboo and
then as it springs back they jiggle as a seventh
tramline instantly appears.
Tears are filling my eyes and I gasp as he picks me up
and carries me to his desk and I cry out as he sits me
on it before laying me back and raising my legs ceiling
wards.
The sound of his zip a pressure against my nether lips
then that wonderful feeling of his huge cock sliding
high into my cunt. Then he is fucking me hard his cock
distending my vagina his thighs slapping against the
sore cheeks of my behind and glancing to the side I can
see him fucking me, see his cock as it appears and
disappears between my legs and I come massively,
vocally crying out for him to fuck me harder do it to
me, shaft my cunt fill me with your come, never stop
doing it to me and then he is pulling out and moving
toward my head.
I open my mouth to receive him but he just comes all
over my face and I feel each jet as it strikes my skin
going in my eyes, into my mouth and all over my face
and in the mirror I can see my tear stained come
covered face and I just know I am going to have to have
more of this man, my boss and all his kinky, painful
but ever so satisfying ways.
This is how I found myself typing this story. Seated at
his desk on a cushion, come leaking out of my rudely
distended back passage, no doubt staining those naughty
blue school knickers and the rest of his final load
still painting my face and leaving a slightly salty
taste in my mouth.
END
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