Date: Mon, 25 Oct 2004 16:43:03 +0100 From: kitty h <kittyh55@hotmail.com> Subject: Helen part 2 AUNT HELEN (concluded) Jonty Bloom was a precocious youngster - and a randy little bugger too. There was hardly a single Junior who had not had Bloom's importunate hand up their trouser leg, fiddling with their little willies. And the same applied to most of the lads in his form. But not Darren Cartwright. Time and again Cartwright had resisted Bloom's advances. And yet his resistance had obviously been reluctant; it was as though some unseen hand constrained him. And that was why Bloom had begged and pressed for a week-end visit. Perhaps, away from the public pressures of school, he could get the beautiful Cartwright to submit at last. Little did he realise that it would be he not Darren Cartwright who would be submitting by the end of the visit. "So you are Jonathan Bloom. Welcome to the Ridings." "Thank you, Miss Strangers" responded the bright-eyed lad as he took in the statuesque beauty of his hostess for the week-end. "Darren will take you to your room, and then you two can do what you want until seven." She turned to her nephew. "What are you going to do with Jonathan?" "I thought we'd play some computer games." "Excellent idea. Just make sure you both arrive promptly at seven for pre- dinner drinks." She turned back to their young visitor. "I trust you have brought something a little more formal to wear for dinner?" she enquired of the be-jeaned youngster. "I'm sorry Miss Strangers, I didn't realise you dressed for dinner." The lad was embarrassed and thrown off his stride, just as Helen Strangers had intended. "I am not suggesting anything too formal, but I certainly do not intend to have you sitting at my dinner-table in jeans and tee-shirt! H'mm. Let's see." and she pretended to cogitate for a moment or two. "Yes." and she turned to her nephew. "Darren darling, I am sure one of your school shirts would fit Jonathan, and you have plenty of ties. You'd better loan them to him for the evening. And those trousers i bought you for next term, I am sure Jonathan would fit into them." She turned back to the now blushing visitor. "There we are. That is fixed then. See you at seven in the drawing room. Don't be late!" And with that she dismissed the pair. ********** Darren led Bloom to the spare bedroom then left him to unpack whilst he went to his room to fetch Bloom's dinner clothes. Jonty hadn't brought much: a towel, washing kit, silk robe, a pair of boxer-shorts for wear in bed, a casual jacket, spare underpants and socks, and a couple of spare tee-shirts. He opened the wardrobe to hang up his jacket and there it was - a rather girlie party frock. He took it out and held it up for inspection. It was made of soft pink cotton cut square at the neck and with puffed-sleaves. Sleaves, neck- line and hem were trimmed with white lace; round the waist was a bright-pink silk sash secured in the middle with a large bow. `What is this doing here?' wondered Jonty as he held it up to himself and looked at himself in the mirror. He liked what he saw - and so did his young cock which stiffened in appreciation. Blushing with embarrassment, he replaced the frock in the wardrobe. He opened a drawer to put away his underpants and tee-shirts only to discover a pair of pink panties clearly designed to be worn with the frock in the wardrobe. `How odd' he thought. But his biggest shock came when he went to put his boxer-shorts under the pillow. There under the pink pillow was a pink baby-doll nightie. `Why is this here?' he wondered. `Indeed why is this room festooned with girlie clothes when to the best of my knowledge there are no girls in the house?' He was to discover soon enough! At that moment the door opened and his young host entered carrying a pile of clothes. "Here you are Jonty" said Darren, chucking them on the bed. "You'd better try the trousers on to make sure they fit. We don't want a rush just before dinner!" "But these are short trousers" protested Bloom. "Yes" replied Darren, blushing slightly "but I don't have any longs so you'll just have to make do with these." "Oh well" said Bloom with a smile. "As you say, I'll just have to make the best of a bad job!". He dropped his jeans and pulled on the pristine trousers. They were very tight and very short. "I can't wear these" protested young Bloom. "Why not. They fit. Just! But we'll have to do something about your trainers. They look just plain silly. Ah. I know. I've got just the thing to go with those trousers." And the lad skipped off out of the room. Jonty inspected himself in the full-length dress-mirror. What a transformation! He looked years younger. He looked again. One could see everything! He hoped he didn't get a hard-on - the trousers were so tight there would be no hiding such an event. Darren burst back into the room carrying a pair of sandals and a pair of white ankle socks. "Try these." "But" protested Bloom. "You wont get into my ordinary shoes so these will have to do. And she insists on white ankle socks with sandals." Bloom reached down and changed his footwear. The transformation from the waist down was complete. "Very smart" said Darren with a giggle. "But the trousers are a bit tight. I think they would look better if you removed your underpants. They'd fit better that way." Bloom looked at his eager host. What was the little beggar up to? Was this his way of ... "Okay, if you think so let's try it." Down came the trousers to be quickly followed by Bloom's tight white briefs. And there he was exposed half- naked. The trouble was he had an erection, a real stiffie. He gave it a comforting rub. How odd he thought that it should be Darren who had forced him to strip and expose whereas he had planned it the other way round! "Hope you don't have one of those at dinner" said Darren with a nervous giggle. "You'd better put your trousers back on." Reluctantly Bloom complied. There was no denying that they did fit better, but his stiffie was even more obvious. At that point the lady of the house came in. How embarrassing! Poor Jonty blushed scarlet and covered the bulge with both hands. "That is much better" observed Helen Strangers, studiously ignoring his obvious signs of boyish excitement. "I should put the shirt on too then there will be no rush for dinner. Yes, Jonathan you look much smarter in short trousers, but then that is true for most boys." She turned to her nephew. "Darren darling, would you come and see me at six-thirty. I have a new outfit I want you to try on." She kissed him on the cheek much to his embarrassment. "Now you two boys go off and enjoy yourself in the games room. But none of those little nonsenses I know you boys get up to from time to time. This is a respectable house! I hope I make myself clear, Jonathan?" "Er. Yes" replied Bloom, blushing bright red. "Good!" And she swept out in a cloud of scent and flowing skirt. Poor Jonty Bloom. He didn't know whether he was coming or going. What a household! And what a lady! "Darren, what did she mean by that?" "What do you think she meant?" "But how does she know?" "Aunt knows everything that goes on! Come on" he said, taking his friend by the hand, "let's go to the playroom." ******** For nearly three hours the two lads sat side by side playing a succession of computer games. Side by side yet never touching. It was as though she was there sitting between them. Poor Jonty Bloom. Never had he been so frustrated. His young cock remained hard throughout. How he longed to touch Cartwright, to feel his naked body pressed against his, to taste the sweetness of his penis. And there they were alone, alone that is save for her brooding presence. He tried it on once, but his host gently even reluctantly lifted his hand away. "Oh come on" protested the randy lad. "Why not? Don't you want to?" "I can't. It is forbidden." "But how would she know?" pressed the ever eager Bloom. "She just would. She always does!" At six-twenty Darren left his guest to have a wash and smarten himself up whilst he went to report to his aunt. Jonty gathered his washing kit and went off to the guest bathroom. Mirrors, mirrors everywhere. Where ever he looked he saw his own reflection. And he liked what he saw - a randy youngster in full cry. How his crutch bulged. He really would have to do something about that! He ripped of his clothes. He stood over the lavatory pan and took himself in hand. This was one sure way to get rid of his stiffie. In a few brief strokes he had relieved the tension shooting his boyish load into the spotless pan. A quick flush and the evidence was gone. Jonty took his soap and stepped into the shower. Meanwhile Darren had gone in search of his aunt. She was in the sitting room reading a journal. "Hallo darling" she said rising and beckoning him to her. "And how is your guest" she enquired before kissing him firmly on the lips. her hand slipped to Darren's crutch and felt his stiffness. "Did he touch you here?" "No. Yes. Well not really" replied Darren. "Come, darling, did he or did he not try and put his hand up your trousers?" "Yes." "But you resisted him?" "Oh yes!" "My darling!" And she kissed him once more thrusting his sweet tongue deep into his mouth until the lad swum in her essence. "I will make him suffer for that. But first you must have your reward." And she led him by the hand to her bedroom. On her bed was a garment hidden under a sheet of white tissue. "I've bought you a new outfit darling just for this evening. But first you must strip off." "What. Here? Now?" "Yes. Why not? Your visitor is unlikely to enter my bedroom is he." Darren stripped before the expectant lady of the house, stripped to his underpants. A further command and off came the remaining garment. He was stark-naked. She turned him round and inspected his buttocks. "How beautiful your bottom is with these" and she ran her finger over the weals from the previous night's thrashing. "Can you still feel them?" "Yes" he half-sobbed, his young penis stiffening. "And do you still love me?" "You know I do!" She took a black silk scarf and blindfolded the naked boy. "Now darling I shall dress you in your new outfit." There was a slight swish as the tissue was removed. Darren's whole body tingled, his mind a riot of expectation and his penis began to drip in its excitement. He sensed her kneel before him and soon a pair of ankle socks graced his feet. She rose letting her hand drift over his private parts. "We must do something about that before we put your new trousers on you" she murmured. Darren shuddered in ecstasy. A command and he raised his arms. A tailless garment floated down over his naked torso. It was as smooth as silk - it was silk. So smooth, so silky. Her hands buttoned it down the front and secured the arms. Instinctively Darren reached up to explore the garment. There seemed to be some sort of lace running right from neck to just above his erection, a wide lacy appendage right down the front. And at each cuff another fringe of lace. "I must do something with this, darling, before we put your trousers on. We don't want to have a little accident do we." And she took a silk handkerchief and began to massage his stiffie. "Come my darling. Come!" Darren needed no second instruction. In a frenzy of boyish excitement he spilled his seed into the receptive softness of the silk. Gently she wiped him clean. "Now these you will like" she cooed as she raised his feet and settled his new trousers round his ankles. With a single movement she pulled them up. Darren shuddered with delight as the silky soft material covered his loins. Her hand buttoned his flies and then he felt her lift two shoulder straps up and over. a quick adjustment and the trousers sat ever so snugly into his crutch. Darren stroked his bottom. Lovely soft silk. The shoes came next. They seemed to have a rather high heel. It was finished. He was dressed in his new outfit. "May I look?" "Not yet darling. First I must do your hair." She sat him down on the low stool in front of her dressing-table and combed his golden locks until they glowed. And then the final touch. She took some clear lip-gloss and lightly coated his pouting lips. Now he was ready. She made him rise then removed the blind-fold. Darren looked in disbelief at the pouting little Lord Fontleroy staring back at him from the mirror. It was more of a blouse than a shirt, from its lacy collar to the frills which cascaded down from throat to trousers. And those trousers! Scarlet silk, and so tight they fitted like a glove held tight by the two straps. Even the fly-buttons were coved in silk. On his feet black patent-leather flatties secured by a single strap-over and with a silver buckle on each toe-cap. He looked like a pansy. He was a pansy! "I can't wear this" cried Darren in alarm. "What will Jonathan think?" "Does it matter what Jonathan thinks? We both know what he wants and why he inveigled an invitation to this house. He wanted a pansy. Well now he has got one. You!" "Please, aunt, please" begged her nephew. "Don't make me wear this in front of Jonathan." For answer she sat on the edge of her bed, pulled the lad face-down over her knee, and began to spank his satin clad bottom. "You will wear what I want" she hissed, spanking his buttocks quite hard. "What master Bloom thinks is of no concern. And don't think he is going to get away with anything. I can assure you before the evening is finished he too will be dressed!" And to emphasise the point she slapped the backs of his legs really hard. Thus was Darren prepared for dinner. Jonty passed by Her bedroom as the spanking continued. There was no disguising what was happening though of course he had no idea at the time of the reason for Darren's fustigation. He put his ear to Her door. Now he could hear Darren's squeals as again and again his aunt spanked his wriggling bum. Jonty Bloom shuddered. Clearly this lady was not to be trifled with. He hurried downstairs to await his hostess in the drawing room. In retrospect it is difficult to say who was the more embarrassed when the two lads met, Darren in his silks and satins, or Jonty whose instant erection could not be hidden under his skin-tight short trousers. Mind you in retrospect it is debateable what caused Jonty's hard-on, the golden-haired Darren or his aunt for she had changed for dinner and now wore a high- necked, pure white cotton blouse of the finest quality. It was of such fine material one could see her lacy black bra beneath. Poor young Jonty did not know where to look! "A sherry wine?" enquired his hostess as she took her seat opposite the sofa. "Thank you" responded the red-faced Bloom, desperately trying to avoid looking at her. "Darren, get young Jonty a sweet sherry. You can have one too. I would like a gin and tonic." Darren scurried to fetch the drinks from the side-board. Woman and boy watched his tight buns under the satin. How they wriggled! Darren fetched his aunt her drink first then joined his friend on the sofa with theirs. How charming they looked to-gether, thought Helen Strangers. "What do you think of Darren's new outfit?" enquired the aunt. "Very colourful" responded Bloom blushing bright red as though in sympathy with the scarlet satins. "Yes it is. I thought I'd try it on him and see how he looked. Boys have such boring clothes compared with girls. Such a shame. For example, there you are in grey and white. And very smart you look too, much better than in those jeans of yours. But I am sure you would look better in pink. What do you think?" Bloom blushed an even brighter shade of red as he thought of the party frock hanging up in the guest bedroom. Surely his hostess was not referring to that? "I don't know Miss Strangers." "I am sure you do, you're just too shy to admit it!" They had another sherry before going into dinner which was served by the straight-laced Miss Pring. Helen sat Darren on her left, Jonathan on her right. How charming they looked! She ate sparingly. Not so the boys. Helen knew that the best way to a boy's heart was through his stomach! The lads fell on the meal with relish. Avocado was followed by a succulent fillet steak French fries and garden peas served with a rich Burgundy. The sweet was a chocolate ice confection of delightful sweetness, served with a full rich desert wine. Both boys were already a bit tiddly when the coffee was brought in. "Will that be all Ma'am?" enquired the unsmiling Miss Pring. "Yes thank you." "I'll be off then Madam." Helen Strangers wished the house-keeper good night then turned to their young guest. "Did you enjoy your meal?" she enquired resting a hand on his knee. Bloom stiffened with surprise and embarrassment as her hand rose up his bare thigh. "Er. Yes. Thank you Miss Strangers." "Good" she said, squeezing his thigh before removing her hand. "And you darling, did you enjoy it?" she asked. This time she slid her hand right up to the top of the boy's bare thigh and over his bulging satin-covered crutch. "Yes. Thank you." "Yes" she laughed "I can see you enjoyed it! And now" she said returning a hand to Bloom's bare knee "what are you two boys going to get up to now?" She slid her hand up until it rested on the very edge of propriety. "Please" begged Jonty as he pushed her hand away. "Stop it" she snapped, and slid her hand up over his crutch. Jonty froze from shock. "Do you think I don't know what you have been trying on? Darren tells me everything! And I do mean everything! It is time you were taught a lesson young man! And that is what I shall do!" "I don't understand." "Of course you do. You've spent every moment since you arrived here trying to get into Darren's trousers. Well now, Master Bloom, you are going to pay for your importunity. She took him up to the spare bedroom and made the frightened lad strip, strip to his socks, sandals, and underpants, strip before a Woman. Poor Jonty. What could he do? There was no way he could resist Her demands. Meanwhile Darren got out the party frock and laid it on the bed. Jonty stared at the pretty frock and then at his grinning friend. The awesome Lady of the House picked the garment up and draped its soft pink excesses over his white nakedness. A command and he turned round. Expert fingers secured the back. He was dressed, dressed in that frock! "Now take your boy-pants off. It is time you went into panties"! He obeyed. What else could he do? On the one hand was the implacable Lady of the house, on the other the traitor Darren. He went across to the chest of drawers of his own volition and took out the forbidden panties, the ones she had left for him. And with trembling hands he pulled on the forbidden garment watched by the ever observant Darren. As he covered his loins, he nearly ejaculated there and then. It was as though he had met his destiny. He had! "What do you want?" "I have it already?" "What do you mean?" "Your submission. Why do you think you are dressed like that you silly little boy? Did you think you could come to my house and play with Darren's willy without my permission? That is why I have dressed you as the little fag you are. And now I am going to teach you a lesson you'll never forget." She turned to her nephew. "Bring him to my bedroom in exactly five minutes from now. And don't be late!" The boys appeared as instructed. Darren was excited. And Jonathan? He was excited, yes, but also confused and scared. And yet he came. Why? Because he could no more resist Her than jump off the roof. "Come here Jonathan. You wanted to make love to my Darren. Well, you can. Now. Here. In front of me!" "I can't" sobbed Jonty. "Not only can you, but you will!" Darren took his friend by the hand and led him to Her bed. He looked back at his aunt and the question why? formed on his lips. "Because he is a girl, now!" came her reply. It was enough. Darren pushed Jonty down onto the bed in which his own initiation had taken place. The lad fell back, his frock rising to reveal his stiffness through the soft pinks of his panties. Hands explored the smooth flesh beneath the frock; at last! Darren looked deep into Jonty's eyes. The boy had lost all control. Nothing mattered any more. All Jonty could think of, all he wanted was to surrender to the culmination of his dreams. As Darren bent over him, his aunt reached down and undid the buttons of his satin shorts and extracted his pride and joy. "You may have him" she whispered, "but only over his bottom." And that is how he took Jonathan Bloom. Over he went on his stomach. Up went his frock. Down came his panties. And with the insistent excess of youth, Darren shot his load over Jonty's virgin arse-crack with a howl of triumph and despair. As the lad rolled off his friend and began to sob quietly, his aunt took over. "And mow master Bloom you must pay for your pleasures. Lie very still just as you are and receive the punishment you so richly deserve. My cane" and she let it rest across his bare nates, "my cane will now perform its ritual cleansing. And after each stroke you will say `I love you Darren. You are my Master now!' Remember it well. After each stroke." And with that she caned him twelve times, twelve excruciating strokes, twelve punishment-stripes. She caned him for his male arrogance. She caned him for his importunity. She caned him for daring to come between her and her nephew! Swish. Crack! Howl!! And then there came the prescribed litany - `I love you Darren. You are my Master now!' And so he continued until the last four strokes - and by then he was too overwhelmed to say anything. At last it was over. Jonathan rolled over and stared up at the implacable Lady who had just whipped him and all he could think of was the shape of the bra under her blouse. Helen took young Darren by the ear and thrust him kneeling between the open legs of his companion. With her other hand she played with Jonty's detumescent prick. It rose! And then she thrust the juvenile organ into the open receptacle which was Darren's mouth. And before either boy had realised what was happening Jonathan ejaculated into the silky-wetness of his friend's mouth. Just as he had intended, Jonty Bloom had sex with Darren Cartwright and slept with him - but the context was not what he had intended for between the two lads lay the semi-naked Helen Strangers. And each had his willy tied by a silk cord to her wrist, so every toss and turn of the night was personally regulated by the Lady of the House. Before they slept they were allowed to masturbate each other, but only after each had visited with lips and tongue the mystery of Her open legs. And even when young Jonty was allowed to spunk off, he was still forced to keep on the fragile pink baby-doll nightie She had selected for him. ******** In the morning Jonty was permitted to stay in bed whilst poor Darren was sent downstairs to make the breakfast. "Well little Jonty, how do you feel this morning?" she enquired as She stroked his rising excitement through his by now very stained panties. "I don't know" he moaned. "But you do, you do. Do you think it was an accident you ended up in a frock? I knew the moment I first saw you that you were a little girlie at heart. And last night proved it." She took one of his hands and placed on her breast. "Don't you think that is lovely?" "Yes" he moaned his penis stretching the soft fabric of his panties. "Who knows, one day you might have titties like mine." Darren re-entered carrying his aunt's breakfast tray. When asked where Jonty's breakfast was, he blushed and admitted it was still downstairs. "Well fetch it my darling, fetch it" she responded. "We can't have poor Jonty exposed in his nightie. What would the neighbours say." The fact that there were no neighbours escaped poor Darren at the time. "And why aren't you wearing your little maid's uniform?" "I didn't realise ..." "Of course you must wear it. Jonty must see your Sunday morning uniform!" Jonty shared Miss Helen's breakfast until Darren returned. And there he was! His little maid's uniform barely covering his vital parts - and no panties. As he reached over to place the second tray before the wide-eyed Jonty Bloom, his aunt reached over and kissed Darren on the lips. "And when we have finished breakfast I am going to deal with you. In front of darling little Jonty." "No. Please. Not that. Not in front of Jonty I beg you!" "But you must be punished my darling. Do you think I didn't notice how much you enjoyed masturbating young Bloom last night? Who told you to toss him off that third time? No one! Well now you must pay for your indiscretion!" Jonty nibbled at the repast prepared and presented by his friend. And all the while he glanced at the black satin "maid" who stood disconsolate at the foot of the bed. And all the while Helen Strangers manipulated Jonty's adolescent pride through the by now damp panties. When it was clear young Bloom had no more appetite, She pushed his tray away. She took his hand and rubbed it over her clammy cunt. And then she raised his hands to his lips and made him lick his fingers clean, made him lick her cunt-juices. Jonty sucked voraciously. All control was gone. All he could think of was HER! Helen Strangers kissed the boy on the lips then rose from her bed. Her diaphanous white nightie, closed at the neck but unconstrained thereafter, swung open. Darren saw the object of his desire, the instrument of his downfall and nearly swooned. "The cane!" she instructed. Darren opened Her wardrobe. There was not one cane but three! He asked which he should bring. She turned to young Jonty and asked him to decide. Poor Jonty. He did not know which to choose. He selected the middle one. As it happened he had selected the most "demanding". Miss Helen took her nephew and strapped him down over Her soot. There he was, his young bare bum exposed, and as the straps tightened there was no way he could escape. She turned back to the bed. Jonty sat up straight, mesmerised by the vision before him. "Well Jonty, now you see Darren for what he really is. How many strokes should he be given?" as she stroked her nephew's bare buttocks. "I don't know." "You must say. Now! If you say more than me that is what he will get. If you say the same, he will get that. But if you say less I shall add a further six strokes to your number. So. Come on. Say what number between one and ten he is to have." Jonty guessed seven. Her number was ten. The consequence Darren was to get seven plus six - thirteen in all. She took Her time. First She gave Darren seven, seven firm strokes of the cane across his bum. The she waited until he had recovered before she added the further six Jonty's bad guess had brought. These she applied, slowly, carefully to the back of Darren's bared thighs. And with each stroke poor Darren screamed his submission, and with each stroke Jonty leaked into his soiled panties. It was over, Darren lay quietly sobbing on the whipping couch. And Jonty? He had a fucking hard-on! A word from the Lady of the House and Jonty rose to inspect Her handiwork. Her hand caressed the back of Jonty's neck. "What do you think now, Jonty? Do you not feel he should suck your willy once more?" She guided his rampant prick to Darren's open mouth and thrust it in. Darren's tears were drowned in the boyish libation which filled his mouth. ********* In the morning Jonty was permitted to stay in bed whilst poor Darren was sent downstairs to make the breakfast. "Well little Jonty, how do you feel this morning?" she enquired as She stroked his rising excitement through his by now very stained panties. "I don't know" he moaned. "But you do, you do. Do you think it was an accident you ended up in a frock? I knew the moment I first saw you that you were a little girlie at heart. And last night proved it." She took one of his hands and placed on her breast. "Don't you think that is lovely?" "Yes" he moaned his penis stretching the soft fabric of his panties. "Who knows, one day you might have titties like mine." Darren re-entered carrying his aunt's breakfast tray. When asked where Jonty's breakfast was, he blushed and admitted it was still downstairs. "Well fetch it my darling, fetch it" she responded. "We can't have poor Jonty exposed in his nightie. What would the neighbours say." The fact that there were no neighbours escaped poor Darren at the time. "And why aren't you wearing your little maid's uniform?" "I didn't realise ..." "Of course you must wear it. Jonty must see your Sunday morning uniform!" Jonty shared Miss Helen's breakfast until Darren returned. And there he was! His little maid's uniform barely covering his vital parts - and no panties. As he reached over to place the second tray before the wide-eyed Jonty Bloom, his aunt reached over and kissed Darren on the lips. "And when we have finished breakfast I am going to deal with you. In front of darling little Jonty." "No. Please. Not that. Not in front of Jonty I beg you!" "But you must be punished my darling. Do you think I didn't notice how much you enjoyed playing with young Jonty last night? Who told you to toss him off that third time? No one! Well now you must pay for your indiscretion!" "But it wasn't my fault. He kept taking my hand and forcing it between his legs." "That was naughty of you Jonty" she said turning to the by now bright-red lad. Unfortunately I can;t cane you this time, your dear mama might object, though i can;t think why! Darren will be caned, as normal, but you will be spanked - spanked over your pretty little panties." And she was as good as her word. When breakfast was over she ordered young Jonty from the bed. She sat on the foot of the bed still dressed in her diaphanous nightie; young Bloom stood to her immediate right. Over Her knee he went and for the next twenty minutes he pantie-clad bum was well and truly spanked. Again and again Her hand rose, again and again he squirmed, but nothing could release him. Nor did he desire release for all the while he could see Darren in his cock-revealing maid's uniform, arms secured to two chains hanging from the bedroom ceiling, staring down at his "mate". "Are you ready now?" demanded Miss Cartwright as She gave him his final; twelve spanks - this time down the backs of his thighs. "Anything! Anything!" sobbed Jonty. "Then fetch me the cane." "Where?" he asked. She nodded towards the dressing-table. With trembling hands he brought the instrument of correction to Her. Meanwhile, She caressed young Darren in all his vulnerability. "What has given you this?" she enquired as she stroked his stiffness. "I can't help it. It is seeing Jonty over your knee." "Well now you must pay for it, first from me and then from Jonty!" She gave him six strokes. Six is not a lot you may think, but i can assure you these six were more than enough to reduce her nephew to tears. Each stroke produced a howl of pain and a weal across his arse. And yet after each stroke when she demanded if he still adored her, he sobbed his admission. And then? And then she handed the cane to Jonty and told him to cane the back of Darren;s thighs. And he did! Six times! And then, leaving Darren still dangling from his chains, She lay back on the bed, opened her legs, pulled the other lad down on top of Her, and slid his juvenile member into the dark chasm of Her desires. It was Jonty's first fuck, and of course he was still in his pretty pink nightie.