Governess & lashings! Part Two

Governess and lashings & lashings of……ginger beer! Part two!

Before she knew it her crotch was even closer to the bark of the tree. The first slice cut across her buttocks with force. She always had to count the cane & thank EH for each one.

“Two, thank you Sir”

He never forced her to call him Sir or Master. She did it naturally, almost as a mark of respect. She didn’t know how many she had earned, gritted her teeth and focussed on the torch resting on a grass verge. He was delighted that the woods were so damn close to the cottage. It had taken him ages to find such a place and couldn’t believe his luck that they were already in them and he was caning her bare backside already.

He stopped at six. The last one he placed at the top of her thighs. He knew she hated it and did it to remind her not to disobey him again. He placed the cane in between her sex.

“What have you learnt form this session?”

“Not to masturbate without permission” The cane was removed from in between her legs. She felt relieved that she had only got six strokes. It could have been a lot worse. He pulled her away from the tree and cuddled her. He put his cardigan around her shoulders and they walked back to the cottage with his arms wrapped around her.

Inside it was nippy; they got ready for bed and snuggled up close together. He poured them two glasses of huge red wine and lit the fire.

They were both knackered and quickly dropped off to sleep. A knock at the door woke Minxy up early. She went downstairs and retrieved a food basket delivered outside the door. She unpacked everything and made some tea & toast. The cottage was quaint but looked totally remote; she couldn’t see any sign of life for miles. She sat down by the log fire and realised her bottom was bruised and sore. Jeez she hated the damn cane.

This was the life, away from the hustle & bustle of work and stress. She decided to go and wake up EH her way. She threw off her pyjama’s and put on her peephole nightie and crotch less knickers. She made more tea & toast and took it upstairs. He could sleep through anything. The wooden floors, taps & the screech of the toaster woke the wildlife but not him. She stripped back the flowery bedcovers and sat astride him. He woke up with a smile and an erect cock. He took a sip of tea & a slice of toast whilst she writhed in front of him. She kissed and caressed him and then lifted herself right down onto his cock.

What a sight for first thing in the morning. His wife bouncing up and down on his cock with her breasts & nipples exposed through the black fluffy holes. He pulled her panties to one side and stroked her cane marks whilst they fucked. They came with force and lay in each others arms.

The rest of the day they walked. Through the woods, down by streams, the found a meadow & a pub for lunch. The afternoon was spent in a small town, having tea & cakes and mooching through shops. A few months ago, they most likely would have argued about what they each wanted to do and had a row by now. This new life seemed to be suiting them both.

However, when all said & done it was Saturday evening. And that meant her weekly discipline session. Back at the cottage he lit the fire and sent her upstairs to get her list and prepare herself. He hadn’t given her any specific instructions so she put on her spanking panties ( silk ones that cover her butt) underneath her jeans. She stood by the bed, facing away from the door.

He went to fetch her, took her downstairs and laid her across his lap on the sofa. She had to read out each of the things on her list (spilling tea on the bed mattress, usual backchat etc) and received twenty spanks for each. She thought she was in heaven with the fire roaring & getting spanked across her panties. She would have been too if her butt hadn’t still been hurting from the night before. She promised dutifully to behave better & improve her attitude for the week ahead. They showered and went out to eat.

EH drove to another pub and they ate and laughed like they hadn’t done in years. Minxy was getting slightly tipsy as EH was driving he didn’t drink. They left at closing time and he drove them back to the cottage.

He opened the door for her and led her out of the car. But then promptly put her over the car bonnet, pulled up her skirt, pulled down her knickers and spanked her for forgetting to thank him for her earlier discipline. Although he didn’t need any excuse to whip her delectable butt cheeks.

She was glad it was pitch back and they were in the middle of nowhere. God her hide was taking a tanning this weekend. She loved it. He led her inside and took her doggy style by the fire. Her bare bottom rubbed against him. They drank some wine & fell asleep on the sofa. He woke up a few hours later and gently nudged her. They went upstairs and climbed into bed.

EH got up the next day and prepared a picnic with the newly delivered food basket. He made her breakfast and took it up to the bedroom. The last three years had been rough and he sat with her and told her how happy he was and how much he loved her. She felt the same; she really thought they had turned a corner.

They snoozed for a while and got ready at leisure then tripped off for their walk & picnic. It was warm with a breeze and they held hands and chatted along the way. Eventually they settled in a deserted picnic area with benches. They sat and ate and started walking back.

Suddenly EH dumped the cool box and dragged her down an embankment. He began kissing her feverishly and undoing her clothes. She squealed!

“It’s daylight! Be careful! Someone might see!”

“Trust me honey, it’ll be fine”

Christ he was taking a risk, not that they had seen anyone around the cottage or in the woods. She felt exposed and vulnerable. He sensed her reluctance and talked to her.

“Babe I would never put you at risk, trust me, no-one will come down here”

She relaxed and responded but managed to keep half her clothes on. For the first time ever they made love outside. She found it immensely exciting & thrilling. They lay in the grass kissing for a while. They then walked slowly back to the cottage.

She was sad it was Sunday and all over in a few hours. They made tea & had biscuits and sat together in front of the fire. She could never remember them ever being this close and it felt nice. He offered to go and pack for them and she fell asleep on the settee.

He brought the bags downstairs and loaded the car. It really had been a fabulous weekend. She woke up, groggy and went upstairs to check under the bed. He knew she would go and look to see if they had left anything and he had carefully placed her school uniform there for her.

She gasped, crikey she wasn’t expecting that. What had she done now? She snatched it out and looked around for EH. He wasn’t there, she tried to bring herself round and went to splash her face. She just couldn’t think what on earth she had done? She was also tired and cranky and could really do without this. Why oh why did the weekend have to end this way?

She put it all on, the white blouse, grey pleated skirt, maroon gym knickers and knee length socks. She had forgotten her bands to put her hair up into pigtails. Ah well tough. She was angry at herself for letting him pack & see it!

The footsteps came up the stairs, she felt nervous and not at all horny. He bent her over the ottoman and spread her legs out.

“It’s my fault minx, I forgot the holiday spanking! So bottoms up sweetie! We can’t forget our own rituals now can we!”

Up came the skirt, down came the gym knickers. No warm up. As soon as his hand smacked down on her bottom she felt her sex go on fire. Tired as she was, she loved it.

She lost count in her head and began to writhe in pleasure; he laid her on the bed and licked out her sex. He kissed her all over and sucked on her nipples. He flicked her clit with his tongue which she adored. He licked and licked until she bucked in pleasure.

Wow. No-one else had ever made her feel this good. Ever. He drove them home and carried the bags in. It was late and they went to bed. To sleep!

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