Caning Fantasy Come True

This was like my wildest dream as I had had such a crush on Miss Mason at sixth form college. She was my biology teacher and seemed to enjoy the blushes most of us had when she gave us a few sex lessons.I hadn?t appreciated the age difference, though, at the time. I was sixteen years old and didn?t connect that she was a trainee teacher as she seemed so authoritative when teaching in class, but today I discovered that she was only three years older than me.It was an all-boys sixth-form college and most teachers were men so Miss Mason, Hannah, stood out. She was slim with shortish dark hair and normally had her arms covered and wore dark stockings, even in the summer. One time, though, she wore a short-sleeved light blue blouse and had bare legs, and I was smitten.Now, though, I had finished college and was nineteen years old and met Hannah again quite by chance as we were walking in the same direction close to the shops. We recognised each other immediately, and although I was hesitant, when Hannah smiled at me I suddenly had the courage to approach her and said, as though introducing myself, ?Mark Johnson, Miss.??Hi, Mark,? she said smiling, and added kindly, ?Call me Hannah.? We got chatting as we walked and she put me at ease, and soon we were chatting about my days at college. Mind you, as we chatted, I could not help but glance at her and saw her dark hair in a bob around her beautiful face, her smile and flashing sexy eyes, her bare shoulders and arms as she was wearing a red vest top and white shorts and had bare legs, which was all so different to the sedate clothes she wore when at college.Mind you, I noticed that Hannah was also eyeing me and wondered if she thought the same as I did as I was in a dark blue t-shirt and jeans. I was relaxed very quickly and we spoke about the days at college. I even told her about the time she caught me in the bike shed kissing Emma, from my class, and she gave us both a double detention. I knew that if you got a double detention then partway through you would be called to the headmistress?s study and given four strokes of the cane. Well, neither I nor Emma had ever been caned and that was why we were both concerned.I went on to explain, ?Emma and I were so worried when we got to college on detention day but knew we would be caned. Then you took us both to one side and told us you didn?t give us the detentions and we were so relieved.?Hannah smiled and obviously remembered the incident. ?Mark, I didn?t put your names down on the detention sheet because Emma was one of my best students and I didn?t think she deserved to be caned, but I couldn?t just put your name down, so I let you both off.?I smiled back at Hannah and said in a surprised tone, ?Wow, I didn?t know that. Well, I know Emma didn?t ever want to be caned, but I suppose I was all keyed up to take it and it was even a bit of a let-down when I wasn?t caned.? My voice trailed off.Hannah smirked and asked, ?So, did you want to be caned, Mark??I blushed even though I tried not to but just couldn?t prevent myself, because ever since that fateful day when I expected to be caned, I suppose I felt I had missed out on an experience. I had seen others after they had been caned and they had reddened tear-filled eyes and were rubbing their bottoms, but after just a short while they were saying it wasn?t all that bad and were even laughing.I did tell Hannah about bahis siteleri one time when one of the boys in my class, James, had been caned and was starting to boast that it wasn?t that bad. The headmistress came by and heard the gloating sound of his voice and asked in a very stern tone, ?Are you telling everyone that being caned is easy, because we can go back to my study and discuss that, boy.?The look on James?s face turned from smiling to fear in just a split second so we all suspected being caned hurt from his wet eyes but those of us, the vast majority, who had never been caned, tended to be in awe of him when he started to gloat. Now, though, we knew for sure that it hurt.However, for me the wonderment continued and over the following weeks I found myself masturbating as I imagined being caned. Slightly differently, I imagined being caned by Miss Mason and not the headmistress, but then I had a crush on her so fantasising about the two things together seemed just right.Hannah listened intently as I explained my fantasies out loud for the first time ever, and, smiling wickedly asked, ?Well, Mark, if you still want to be caned, I have a cane at my house which is actually just round the corner.?I was wide-eyed at the suggestions and wanted to say yes, yes, yes, but held back. I dropped my eyes and knew I was blushing and supposed I wanted Hannah to tell me to come with her.Hannah must have read my mind because she tapped my hand and said in the same authoritative school mistress?s voice I remembered and loved, ?Actually, my lad, I am not asking but telling. I now realise that I should have put just you down for the double detention.?I looked at Hannah?s stern face as she told me what I had wanted her to, and, whilst I bit my lip as she spoke, once she had finished I just said a submissive, ?Yes, Miss.?Hannah looked surprised, and supposed that she was just play-acting and assumed I would say, ?No way,? but when I just agreed she smiled and said, ?Okay, then, let?s go to my house now.?I licked my lips and nodded, thinking how I might just live out my fantasy with the teacher I had had such a crush on, and even thought how, just maybe, we could have sex afterwards, but then as I was still a virgin I supposed that that was just too much to hope for.As we walked the last little way to her house Hannah chatted happily and reminded me about her biology classes, and in particular the discussions about the female body. I was embarrassed and tended to whisper my responses whilst Hannah seemed happy not to hide the subject that she was discussing from passing ears.Once we got to her house, she opened the front door and pointed me towards the living room, where I slumped onto the sofa and felt relieved that our conversation would not now be overheard. I started to focus on the caning she was going to give me, though.Hannah followed me into the living room and sat next to me on the sofa and smiled at me and said, ?You seemed uneasy about discussing my body as we were walking.?I was thrown as I hadn?t realised that she was talking about her body specifically as, after all, I had imagined her naked body so often over the years. ?Sorry,? I replied, swallowing uneasily.Hannah continued, ?You need to be more at ease with women, so I think when I cane you, we should both be naked. Do you agree??I was again shocked but this time I could feel my penis getting canlı bahis siteleri stiff and when I looked down, I saw it was pushing my trousers out.Clearly Hannah also saw my erection and said, smiling, ?I?ll take that as a yes.?All I could do was nod. I knew Hannah was right that I was easily embarrassed when with girls my own age but always felt more at ease with older women, which was mainly because they were quick to make the decisions, which was what I actually preferred. So, as I thought of Hannah as an older woman rather than my ex-teacher, I started to feel more relaxed. ?Okay, Miss,? I replied, still not quite able to ignore she was my teacher just a relatively short time ago.Hannah smiled again as she stood up and said, ?I?ll go first then.?I was wide-eyed and knew my erection was getting even stiffer, if that was possible, and I could see Hannah glancing at the bulge from time to time. My attention was quickly taken, though, when Hannah pulled her vest top over her head and threw it onto the armchair close by. I was ogle-eyed as I was looking at her light red bra, and as she lowered her arms, I saw her breasts and cleavage. I recalled thinking when at school that Hannah didn?t have large breasts, and I suppose that was confirmed now, but I wasn?t really a boobs kind of guy given my general embarrassment when around girls.I gasped as Hannah put her arms behind her back and the straps suddenly slid down her arms and she caught them and put the bra on the armchair, so now I saw her bare breasts and I so wanted to kiss her nipples, but dared not move even a muscle.Next moment Hannah undid her shorts and must have caught her knickers with her thumbs, as I did at home, and suddenly she was stepping out of her knickers and shorts and threw them on top of her other clothes. She then stood in front of me, totally naked, and put her hands on her head in a very sexy pose, and smiled down at me.?What do you think?? Hannah asked with a smirk.I only had one word. ?Beautiful.??That?s good,? Hannah replied, still smiling, and allowed me several seconds looking her up and down. What a looker, I kept telling myself as I eyed her dark hair mound, and I couldn?t stop ogling, I knew.Hannah said, as though explaining to a class, ?We can?t do this at school, but it would certainly make the biology lessons more interesting, don?t you think??I swallowed hard as I took in her beauty, and just nodded my head in agreement.Hannah continued, still in teaching mode it seemed, ?I go to the gym and so have a flat tummy and well-toned arms and legs. Would you fancy me if we met at a party??The answer was so obvious to me and I spluttered, ?Too right, Miss,? and I again reverted to thinking of Hannah as my teacher and saw her smile at my reaction.?Your turn,? Hannah then said, sitting back down on the sofa and putting her legs together but not her arms so her breasts remained a focal point of my staring.I swallowed as I stood up, but reckoned that if Hannah could undress in front of me then I could in front of her, and so I quickly pulled my t-shirt over my head and put it on the other armchair. I didn?t look at Hannah, knowing I hardly had a six-pack, and quickly undid my jeans and pushed them to the floor, remembering my underpants and so yanked them down before stepping out of both items and putting them on the armchair as well. I knew I still had my socks on and canlı bahis so lifted each leg and slipped them off, knowing my penis was wobbling about but didn?t care as Hannah had now parted her legs and was showing off her hair mound and slightly stretched pussy.My erection stiffened again at the sight of Hannah?s pussy lips, and supposed any man?s would.Once I was undressed Hannah patted the cushion next to her on the sofa and said, ?Sit next to me.?I swallowed again as I sat down and as I did, Hannah put her arm around my shoulders and edged towards me so that our naked bodies were touching in a way that I had never even come close to before.Hannah leaned towards me and as she spoke, I smelt her sweet breath as her lips were so close to my face. ?Have you ever kissed a woman?s naked breast?? she asked in a very sexy tone.?No, Miss,? I replied nervously but truthfully. I knew that most nineteen-year-old men had, but I wasn?t one of them.?Go on then,? Hannah proffered.I was shell-shocked but was up for it, and so bent down and encircled her nipple with my lips and kissed.?Ooohh, so nice,? Hannah cooed. After a few moments Hannah added, ?Kiss and lick my breast and caress my other breast with your hand.? I was in seventh heaven as I cupped her breast in one hand, stroking gently with my palm as I kissed and licked and sucked her other breast.?Yes, yes, that?s sooo good,? Hannah again cooed. ?Now go down and kiss my inner thighs,? she said with a sigh.I quickly did as she asked and, as she sat back and parted her legs, I knelt between them, keeping one breast cupped in my hand whilst kissing her inner thigh. Quickly realising that it was too awkward I let go of her breast and focussed on her thighs, edging towards her hair mound as I heard Hannah gasping erotically and making such encouraging noises that told me to keep working my way up towards her pussy lips. As I got to her hair mound her erotic sounds intensified and her breathing deepened and I found the smell and taste of her sex juice so wonderful. I don?t know why I did, as I had never done anything like this before with any girl, but I was loving every second. With my face just a whisker from her vagina, I put my fingers on either side of her pussy lips, spread them apart, and buried my tongue as deep as I could inside her lips and was rewarded with Hannah leaning forward, putting her hands on the back of my head, and pressing my head into her. I kept my tongue licking her and suddenly she exploded in what I knew was her orgasm.Hannah kept my head pressed against her and so even after she had exploded I kept licking her, and loved every second of it. Well, it was far better than being spanked, I reckoned, and wanted to make her cum again.Next moment, the door flew open but I couldn?t turn around as Hannah still held my head against her very wet and sweetly aromatic pussy lips. However, I heard a woman?s voice say sternly, ?Get up, both of you.?I felt Hannah release my head and I spun around, standing up just as Hannah did. I forgot I was naked, even when I glanced at Hannah and saw that she was, but my focus was on a woman who looked older than my mum, and a girl who I reckoned was younger than me. As it turned out, I wasn?t far wrong on the ages. The older woman, Margaret Summers, was forty-eight years old and was Hannah?s girlfriend but also the headmistress at the college they both now taught at. What also became clear was that although I always assumed that Hannah was a strict teacher and would want to control any relationship she was in, it was Margaret who was the one in charge, and even regularly spanked Hannah.