Catherine Dixon's Punishment

Catherine Dixon’s Punishment 
Synopsis: Oblivious as to their real motives after being told they wish to consider a career in teaching, a Beautiful forty two year old naively unaware of their actual intentions, reluctantly agrees to invite two of her son’s young friends into her home. A mistake resulting in a life changing experience:
. Prelude:
The large dimly lit windowless and lushly furnished room around which were dotted some thirty specially selected guests, contained only one entrance, a large currently locked oak door guarded from the outside by two large burly men. These guests, sitting comfortably at tables heaving with all manner of luxury food and drink whilst having their every need catered to had been invited for one reason only, that they were all either immensely wealthy and very discreet or trusted employees of these wealthy individual. Whilst some other doors led into special windowless chambers, used only a few times a year, the room’s main feature was a large circular revolving stage set into the centre of the lush room.
The temporarily motionless wooden stage was some ten feet in diameter and its main features were four upright and adjustable eight foot steel beams secured around its edges, the tops of which supported four solid oak cross beams and as with the wooden oak floor of the stage a large number of thick steel ring bolts were set into them.
For the time being heavy draped curtains hung from the circular stage and whilst they chatted amongst themselves a concertinaed temporary plastic tunnel shielded the back and forth movement of various people from the view of the assorted expectant guests. 
The only other object of note in the room was a tall lectern standing at the rear of the room and upon which a tall businesslike man now climbed. 
However behind the drapes and very aware that her punishment if caught doing so would be swift and brutal a tall statuesque blonde woman’s eyes moved carefully from side to side. But such were the confines of her almost naked secured body she could only manage to catch a glimpse of each of the women either side of her. Unlike the previous occupants, who had been placed on the edge of the stage in a triangle like shape, these women were held in a straight line across the centre of the stage and she could see that as with herself the ankles of both these women’s well spread high heeled feet were encased in leather cuffs secured to the ring bolts set into the wooden stage upon which they all stood. As with herself both women’s wrists were also encased in similar leather cuffs attached to ring bolts set into a wooden beam above their heads, spreading their arms uncomfortably wide apart above their heads whilst black rubber ball gags were secured around their mouths and necks, making any sound all but impossible .
The ‘assistants’ had earlier oiled and applied glitter dust to each woman’s naked body until they shimmered and glittered before applying expensive cosmetics to each woman’s beautiful face and after then brushing and styling the hair of each of them they were now fussing around all three women applying little final touches to their charges before leaving through the tunnel along with the Male assistants who had placed the three woman in position upon the stage,.
Each of the terrified women then nervously awaited their fate wearing no more than six inch heeled shoes, a wide black latex collar, the fronts of which curved upward to ensure each woman’s head remained upright and a shinny black latex garter belt, the shiny metal tabs of which secured their black lace topped seamed stockings.
As they did so the statuesque blonde would, if she had been able, apologised to each of her companions, especially the younger one to her right who’s own eyes had now turned toward those of the older woman in sheer terror but then, as the drapes around began slowly rising, from beyond the drapes she heard the voice of the man on the lectern and in fear of being discovered the younger woman cast her eyes straight before her once again
“Ladies and Gentleman” began the man on the lectern. “We now come to the finale of what I am sure you will agree has been a most entertaining evening”
Around him many voices murmured agreement and approval whilst the Drapes continued to rise the stage began to slowly revolve and the lights darkened, leaving the room in total darkness before the before the Man at the lectern then continued.
“You are now about to view perhaps the most prestigious items ever offered in this Auction room, these items have over a period of time been collected at great cost
and no little patience and effort by one of our most respected members, they come as a job lot for that, as you will shortly learn, is where the true value of these objects lies” 
Behind the curtain the three securely held horrified women were stunned to realised it they who the man was referring to and as the Drapes rose ever higher all three women tried without success to peer through the darkness, trying to spot these’ ‘Ladies and Gentlemen whilst the Stage slowly revolved around its own axis. Then, finally, the drapes were clear of the stage and to murmurs of approval leading up to a polite round of applause all three women were each illuminated by individual spotlights following them as the stage continued revolving around the audience.
“As you can se Ladies and Gentlemen these pieces are not the Asians, Africans, East Europeans or even the American items auctioned earlier for having been sourced a great effort from impeccable backgrounds and the fact that these well educated classic English Rose types have all worked in professions of the highest regard serves to greatly increase their value. One of the items is known to be a good Milk producer and along with the others would be good breeding Material if so required”….”I will come on to the provenance of these items shortly but before doing so I must inform you that the owner of these items has placed a very high reserve upon them and therefore when bidding begins I shall be looking for it to open at the three million dollar mark”
As the well secured shell shocked women listened in helpless dismay they stared into the gloom, unable to see a thing through the harsh spotlights played upon them. But for the audience it was a different matter altogether and they marvelled at just how well these ‘‘items’ had been so skilfully displayed. Aside from their collars garters and stockings, each woman’s nipples were adorned by solid gold rings connected by thin gold chains from the slightly drooping centre of which hung gold tags inscribed with details of their ownership. Each of the women’s labia’s had also been pierced and inserted with more gold rings and to these rings little gold padlocks held the women’s cunt lips firmly closed. With their shinning glittering bodies, their erotic imaginative gold body piercing and body jewellery whilst hanging suspended as they were, the total effect was stunning beyond words.
“As per the rules of our little club all three items have undergone extensive medial examinations and as well as being suitable for breeding all have been found to be fit , healthy and well able to undergo any for of punishment their knew owner sees fit to administer, the items have all been well trained in all forms of mental and sexual subservience toward Male….and female of course and whilst he younger of the three items continues to show areas of defiance this should only serve to increase the attraction of owning such pieces.
“Before we move on to the provenance of these pieces I should mention they will be available on our usual ‘try before you buy’ option available to serious bidders who
post a notice of intent on our usual terms and due to the anticipated high demand each item will be presented individually for inspection in an Ante room for a maximum period of ten minutes at a rate of 1000 dollars per minute” 
“Now I shall move on to the matter of the provenance of this collection”……….No……No….No………! The tall statuesque blonde tried to scream through her gag whilst frantically attempting to free her hands before suddenly, her hands were at last free of the leather cuffs and she could now bring her hands up to her mouth and remove the terrible rubber ball gag. Then she could and would tell them….plead with them…..Yes, take me, I deserve to be sold as a Slave……I even want to be a slave……….but please…not………….” But as her fingers found her mouth she suddenly realised there was no gag and that she was not secured at and was in fact lying upon her back in her own bed!
It had in fact been yet another nightmare, the same recurring nightmare that seemed to be growing stronger and more vivid every time and stretching out her hand in the darkness to switch on a bedside lamp the Blonde realised that once again both herself and the bedclothes were soaking in her own sweat. ……………………………………..
Part One
Two Years Earlier
Chapter 0ne:
“Ouch, please Sean...for Christ’s sake, it hurts too much, please, you’re going to kill me, please stop!” groaned the young schoolboy through tears of both pain and shame.
. Aside from the naked sixteen year old and his fully dressed classmates Sean Brady and his best friend Tom French the gymnasium changing rooms at Brent Church Grammar School for boys were deserted and stood by the changing room door to keep an eye out and to ensure they remained so.. The reason for the boy’s groaning was that Sean, holding one his hand behind his back, was with his other hand twisting his classmate’s naked balls and despite the boy’s fearful pleading, far from finished with his terrified and tearful victim.
“They say you can make people impotent for life if you squeeze their balls hard enough,” said Sean, Twisting the boy’s balls even harder and making him scream in agony. “All you have to do for me to stop this is bring it into school for us, you were happy enough to brag to us about how you sat there and watched it so all you have to do now it with Tom and me”
“I can’t. It’s kept hidden,” pleaded the boy as his eyes filled with tears of both pain and shame.
Then Sean’s eyes were menacingly close to his face. ” Well, that’s your problem, if you don’t bring it to school, you’re going to get hurt a lot worse than this every day,” replied Sean and make his point twisted the poor lad’s balls even harder. The humiliated and tearful youngster felt as though he would have his budding manhood ripped from him at any moment.
Eventually of course there was only so much of Sean’s bullying he could take and knowing full well that even if they let him go today he would be getting more of the same every day from now on eventually replied.
“Ok, ok...I will bring it to school but you must promise you won’t go showing it to anybody else...and let me have it back the same day...please Sean!”
Looking forward with relish to the following day Sean smiled and replied. 
“Oh course we will, after all, we don’t want anyone else to know about it do we Dan. It’ll be our little secret, just you and us but just be sure to bring it with you tomorrow you little piece of dog shit or you’ll really get to know what pain is next time”!..........................................................................................
In her bedroom prior to the arrival of her visitors Catherine Dixon viewed herself in her full length mirror and carefully pulled down on the soft cashmere jumper that seemed to cling to her voluptuous breasts before smoothing down her knee length skirt over equally shapely thighs.
Aware she looked pretty good for a forty something mother of two Catherine could not help but admire herself, the curves may have been more generous these days, but she also knew her body looked all the better for them and Catherine liked to dress up and was never one for “jogging pants and sweatshirts”. She much preferred “proper clothes” and “proper lingerie” beneath. Although, in certain respects, she was given no choice in the matter and the thought of this raised a little smile with her.
Given the age of her expected visitors and the purpose of their visit Catherine wondered why she was even bothering for After all, these sixteen year olds would be far more interested in girls their own age than a married woman such as her but being a former Convent educated girl Catherine Dixon had from her first days at the
School been repeatedly instructed upon the importance of presenting herself in the best possible fashion and As always at the Convent School the harsh disciplinarian approach of the nuns ensured there were no shortage of beatings should the girls fail to heed their instructions.
Today she was for some reason feeling good and Catherine had decided on a rather daring set of powder blue half cup bra, matching thong and suspenders with a pair of seamed tan stockings under her blue jumper and a pleated white skirt but after checking her long luxurious blonde hair she again wondered vaguely why she was bothering. After all she was only expecting a visit from friends of her sixteen year old son who boys through her son Dan had asked if she would agree to offer them guidance on their ambition to both seek a career in the teaching profession.
Catherine herself had for a time been a math teacher at a private school for girls and she wondered if any advice she could give would be relevant these days. Still, with the somewhat strained relations she had with her son Dan over the past few weeks being able to help her son had been foremost in Catherine’s mind. Therefore she had reluctantly agreed to meet the two young boys on the first afternoon of the half term holidays but as that day had now arrived and as she checked the security of her stockings on her garter belt arrived Catherine again wondered what on earth she could tell them.
Then the doorbell was ringing, bringing Catherine back to the present and as she descended the stairs in her white high heeled shoes after leaving her bedroom she heard the recently broken voice of her sixteen year old son In the hall as he studied his mother with obvious approval, “Tom and Sean are in the lounge Mummy, I’m going out, I’ll see you later,” he told her with all the abandon of youth whilst looking at his mother in the rather anxious fashion he had been doing of late whilst leaving Catherine to wonder if her son thought that she was perhaps overdressed for such a meeting.
“Oh, well, okay then but be certain to be back by five Dan,” replied his Mother.
“Around seven or a little later,” said Dan, looking toward the lounge where the two boys sat before walking out the door, leaving his mother to introduce herself to his ‘friends’.
Catherine strode into the large lounge, delighted to see the two young boys immediately rising from their respective seats as she did so, pleased the youngsters seemed to be very well mannered young boys.
“Mrs. Dixon, how do you do, I’m Sean and this is Tom. It’s really good of you to see us like this,” began Sean. “Especially as Dan told us you have such a busy and, err, disciplined life.”
Catherine noted Sean turn toward Tom as he said this and wondered why he needed to wink at him but putting the matter to one side and ever the good hostess Catherine Dixon played the part, after all her young guests were friends of her son and she should look after them. “Well, it’s good to meet you both. Daniel told me you wanted to know as much as possible about the teaching profession. I’m not sure how much help I can be to you, but first, why don’t you both sit down and I shall make us all a nice pot of tea.”
“Sounds great Mrs. Dixon, but I’m sure you are going to be of great assistance to us both, the tea though would be most welcome,” said Sean. His comment was strangely unnerving Catherine a little as she turned toward the door. Behind her, Sean noted with young approval, the seams upon Catherine’s stockings as she turned toward the door and nodding toward Tom who, obviously enjoying the same spectacle both boys then followed Catherine toward the kitchen.
Busying herself with tea and biscuit’s, Catherine was surprised to suddenly find Tom, standing beside her.
“Here, let me take this, Mrs. Dixon,” said Tom, picking up the tea tray Catherine had prepared for them and once again Catherine marvelled at his good manners as she watched the young schoolboy carrying the tea tray back into the lounge.
“Well then,” began Catherine as soon as they were all seated with tea and biscuit’s at hand. “As I told Dan I don’t know how much help I can be to you both given that my experiences have been solely at an exclusive private school for girls. You see the syllabus is probably very different to any you are likely to encounter”.
Both Sean and Tom were sat upon the large leather couch dominating that side of Catherine’s large lounge. Sean nodded to Tom who then answered Catherine.
“I think we understand what you are saying Mrs. Dixon but surely all syllabuses are constantly changing. I’m sure we all understand that but what Sean and I am far more interested in learning from you Mrs. Dixon would be the handling of pupils in a proper classroom environment. You know, the way one would handle errant pupils, in the matter of discipline, just how far would one have to go. Surely the question of deciding the correct punishment for a “miscreant” is most important.”
Catherine had noticed that while speaking Tom had cast his eyes down toward her legs. Seeing his eye movement suddenly made her realize that when sitting down after handing around the teacups her skirt must have ridden up. To her dismay Catherine saw she was providing both youngsters with a generous view of her stocking clad thighs. Attempting to appear unflustered, Catherine pulled her white pleated skirt down toward her knees, only though for her face redden when finding both boys smiling at her when she lifted her eyes back to them!
Thoroughly taken aback by Tom’s line of questioning and still a little disturbed at having her thighs inspected by her son’s friends his mother found herself almost stammering her response.
“R...really boys, there is a world of difference between an exclusive school for girls and the type of state school you are probably likely to find in at first placement. I cannot see at all the point in even discussing matters such as those,” said Catherine, feeling more than a little anxious at the direction the conversation seemed to be heading.
Now it was Sean who took up the cudgel. “Really, Mrs. Dixon”, he responded, keeping his sixteen year old voice low with attempted authority. “Is it not undeniable that a teacher can only function properly when he...or she of course...has the attention and respect of the pupils?” By now Sean was no longer smiling at Catherine but, to her disquiet, was looking across the room at her with one raised eyebrow.
“Well, err, yes, I suppose so,” replied Catherine, feeling somewhat defensive and beginning to wish she had never agreed to see these two young boys.
“And, so”, continued Sean immediately. “If the said pupil is either impertinent or disobedient toward the teacher, then that pupil must be punished, would you not agree Mrs. Dixon.”
Catherine could of course see the logic behind Sean’s thinking, but was taken aback by the severity of his argument, especially coming as it did from a young boy of her son’s age. Not for the first time Catherine Dixon, for varying reasons, felt uncomfortable in the company of these youngsters.
“Well, err yes, I suppose you’re right Sean, but as I have already said, I really cannot help you with that side of things but ‘d be happy to help If you’ve any other questions...on other subjects?” said Catherine before watching in surprise as Tom took a package from a briefcase he had bought along.
“Well, we have plenty of ideas of our own to discuss with you Mrs. Dixon, but first we have bought with us a err, training DVD, We would like you to explain to us the meaning behind it and then perhaps give us your thoughts as to its usefulness as a training aid.”
Before the surprised Catherine could even answer him, Tom was walking across the room toward the TV/DVD combo in the corner, but thinking she was now about to be on much firmer ground, Catherine told Tom she was quite happy to watch the DVD with them and comment as appropriate. She was soon rewarded by beaming smiles from both boys as she watched Tom insert the disc into the DVD player before returning to his seat upon the large sofa.
The TV screen came to life and after a short period of fuzz a woman appeared on the screen, slowly walking toward the camera. “What the...of my God, what is...where did?” exclaimed Catherine Dixon Jumping up from her seat darted across the room toward the DVD player to stop and eject the disk but As Catherine bent down toward the machine she was suddenly stopped by four strong young arms taking hold of her and almost effortlessly the two youngsters walked Catherine backwards toward the
sofa. Shortly her legs came into contact with the sofa and Catherine found herself lowered to a sitting position as, on either side of her, Sean and Tom pulled her gently down between them.
“Please...,” the shocked Catherine Dixon stammered. “Please boys, stop this, I don’t know where you got hold of that but for heaven sake take it out now!” she cried while vainly attempting to loosen the grip the boys had upon her arms.
But In response to her struggles Sean and Tom simply sat closer either side of Catherine so the three bodies were almost squashed together. On each side of Catherine, the boys then each linked one arm under hers, grasping and holding each of her hands, leaving Catherine trapped and immobile between them.
“Look you, you young monsters, if you don’t let go I shall call...”
“Oh yes, who will you call Mrs Dixon, we have all seen the DVD,” interrupted Sean, a reminder to Catherine, who then looked back at the TV screen in palpable horror as Sean continued. “I suppose you could call Dan, let him watch it with us, would you like that?”
“Oh no! Dear God, no!” whispered Caroline, absolutely mortified by the very idea of her son viewing this DVD.
“So behave yourself sit here and enjoy watching the DVD with us, Mrs. Dixon. And display no more naughtiness!”
“The woman on the DVD had now stopped before the camera, wearing a button down knee length dress, high heeled shoes and dark stockings. She held a large thick hardback heavy book in her small hands. “Get the book on your head,” said a strong male voice over the DVD.
Without replying, the woman slowly and carefully placed the book upon her head, straightening her posture while doing so to balance the book before allowing her arms to hang by her side.
“Please...please...stop this, I’m not going to watch it!” stated Catherine Dixon, able only to move her head so completely trapped was she by the strong young arms holding her.
“But It’s only just started Mrs. Dixon,” replied Tom.
“And remember, you did agree to watch it with us, you must agree it’s an excellent training DVD, Mrs. Dixon.”
“Oh God,” sobbed Catherine, knowing she had no alternative but to sit there and watch.
“Now remove the dress,” ordered the same male voice.
Again, without replying, the woman obeyed. Slowly and cautiously, mindful of the heavy book balancing upon her head, she undid each button on the dress until the garment fell in two halves about her sides, revealing a delicious set of sheer black see through lingerie, bra, thong, stockings and suspenders upon her mature voluptuous body.
Carefully the woman managed to peel each side of her dress over and off of her shoulders until the garment fell to a loose heap around her ankles. Without smiling the woman looked back to the camera. “Now loose the bra,” again the same male voice barked the order.
This time it seemed much more difficult for the woman and the heavy book wobbled a little as, complying with her instruction, she made to reach behind to locate her bra clasp.
Again and with great care the woman succeeded in carry out her given task before then crossing her arms diagonally over her large breasts. Slowly and deliberately she slipped the black bra straps over her shoulders and down her arms. Having done this she then allowed her arms to dangle once again at her sides. Slowly the sheer black bra fluttered down, falling away from her breasts before dropping off her body to meet the dress already by her feet.
The mature woman’s breasts were now in full view. Oh, how magnificent they were. Full, proud and erect and with no sign of any droop. They were a tanned and stunning 36C without a bikini line and topped off with large dark pink aureoles with huge hardened nipples.
Catherine looked in dismay at the DVD and then, to her horror saw that one of Tom’s hands had moved down and was now openly rubbing his crotch.
“Please...please boys...stop this now I promise I will keep this to myself, no one need know about it if you just leave now,” pleaded a sobbing Catherine whilst struggling to free herself from the grip of the two strong boys.
But Tom simply squeezed harder on Catherine’s hand while continuing to rub his crotch.
“Really Mrs. Dixon,” he told her.” You are being very disobedient. You can tell whomever you wish. Sean and I won’t stop you, but before you do so you are going to sit with us and watch until the end before we punish you for your rebellious attitude!” ‘
‘Catherine noticed Sean was also rubbing his own crotch. “Punish me? Oh god, please, please, make them stop this,” sobbed Dan’s beautiful Mother her helpless misery.
The woman on the DVD now stood. Her hands by her side listening to the male voice telling her she must now remove her tiny black thong, a task that was to prove the most difficult of all if she were to keep the book balanced upon her head.
With obvious practice the woman, her breasts rising and falling delightfully, slipped fingers into the tiny waistband. Slowly, on both hips her fingers eased the tiny garment down as far as her arms could reach. Then, keeping her back ramrod straight, she lifted one knee, then the other, each time slipping the tiny thong further down her legs. Then disaster! The book began to wobble upon her head just as the woman lifted her second knee. No amount of correction could stop the wobble and eventually the heavy book slipped from her head toppled to the floor.
Now the woman stood all but naked, but minus the book.
“Well, you have failed to obey my instructions, have you not?” boomed the male voice.
“Yes Sir,” the woman said. Now she was facing the camera again. This time though with hands upon her head and her legs spread wide enough to display a well trimmed thatch of blonde pubic hair.
“And what happens when you disobey my instructions?”
“I am punished Sir.”
“You agree you deserve to be punished?
“Yes Sir, I deserve my punishment.”
“So now you will bring me your implement of punishment in the correct manner.”
The naked woman then dropped to her hands and knees and crawling across the room the camera followed her progress, giving a delicious view of her swaying buttocks before she halted by a coffee table. From this table she then took between her teeth a thin cane and holding it there while she placed her hands upon the coffee table, retaining her kneeling position. Looking down Catherine realised Sean was squeezing her hand tightly while he intently watched the DVD and could not help but observe an erection pushing firmly against his trousers while he continued to massage himself
Every continuing section of the DVD increased Catherine’s misery. Would they really make her “explain the meaning of it?” She wondered, dreading the thought of having to do just that before these young monsters even more than watching the rest of the DVD. Then the camera was panning around to give a sideways on view of the woman leaning over the coffee table, in her kneeling position her lovely breasts hung delightfully straight down until the large nipples almost touched the table top.
Then the camera moved on to show the woman holding the cane in between her teeth before finally showing her stocking clad legs, the dark tops in contrast to her whiter thighs and her delicious naked bottom, firm and proud and then finally a glimpse of her blonde pubic hair courtesy of slightly parted legs.
Then the DVD showed a hand reaching down to remove the cane from between the woman’s teeth!
“So Mrs. Dixon”, said Tom to Daniel Dixon’s squirming humiliated Mother, “Now we get to see her actual punishment.”
Catherine could find no answer; all she could do was pray this nightmare would soon be over and hope these young brutes would go once they had finished inflicting this misery and shame upon her.
The camera had moved again. Now it was showing the woman from behind, but at an angle allowing the viewer to view all of the woman’s lovely body. Especially interesting were the private parts at the junction of her legs and her body. Then the cane was touching her bottom.
“I shall be awarding the miscreant twelve strokes of the cane”, the male voice again. “The miscreant will count each one aloud and then ask for her punishment to continue. After the punishment has been completed the miscreant shall express her thanks to me in the appropriate manner.”
Catherine suddenly began struggling violently and it took all four arms to hold her in place. “Let me go!” she shouted at them. “Let me go you horrible brutes. I won’t sit here and be forced to watch any more of this!”
“Really Mrs. Dixon, what a way to behave,” said Tom with all the severity his young years could muster while pausing the DVD with the remote control. “We came hoping you would give us some advice, but, here we are, having to restrain you Mrs. Dixon. She really should be punished hard for this Sean, probably twenty four strokes of the cane!”
Tom then reached into his bag, producing a cane similar to that shown on the DVD.
“Oh my god no, NO!...please no,” pleaded Catherine.” I couldn’t take it, please don’t use that on me!”
“Well, it’s up to you Mrs. Dixon, if you behave and apologise to us for your behaviour, we could perhaps reduce the severity of your forthcoming punishment, but only IF you behave yourself.”
“Oh God, okay. Please, I’m sorry, I shall be good, but please don’t whip me with that cane!”
“Well Tom, if Mrs. Dixon really does intend to behave herself she really should show us she means it, I really think she should remove her jumper for us!” said Sean.
“NO!” exclaimed Catherine. “This is crazy, you cannot possibly expect me to do that, you are supposed to be my son’s friends for heavens sake!”, she cried.
“So then, the cane it shall be Tom and perhaps we should also go get Dan to join us, he can then count every single stroke of the cane upon his Mothers naughty bottom!” said Sean mockingly.
Sean’s threat was far too terrible to even contemplate and with no means of escaping these brutes Catherine admitted defeat for she knew there would be no way could she endure as many as twenty four strokes of that awful looking cane! “Ok...ok then I’ll do it,” sobbed the mature blonde housewife
“That’s much more like it Mrs. Dixon, but you must promise to be a good girl, we shall then let go your arms just long enough for you to remove your jumper, but I must warn you now, any attempt to jump up will only mean extra strokes of the cane!” replied Sean, looking across Catherine’s shapely body at his best friend.
Knowing these boys were waiting for her answer Catherine took a long deep breath and in reply almost whispered “Ok, ok. I promise.”
“Really? , Just exactly what is it that you promise Mrs. Dixon?” ask Tom, determined to extract every ounce of humiliation from Dan’s mother.
“I...I promise to be a...a good girl,” said Catherine miserably, totally mortified at having to tell these young boys that she would be a “Good Girl.”
Sat between these two sixteen year old boys Catherine was wishing her heavy breathing would cease, thereby stopping her visibly large breasts from rising and falling in such a wanton fashion! Catherine realised that without her jumper her breasts would be almost completely exposed and that her nipples were only just covered by the flimsy material of her powder blue half cup bra. All of which would be gloriously exposed to the two young boys sitting either side of her, their arms and hands once again linked to hers.
After telling the boys she would be a “good girl” Catherine was then told to stand in front of them and to slowly remove her jumper. Knowing she would never make it to the door before they caught her, dejectedly she slowly removed her jumper in full view of admiring eyes until she stood unhappily before them, her beautiful breasts encased in the powder blue bra rising and falling to their lustful admiration.
“Wow, really, you sure have an incredible pair of tits Mrs. Dixon, she really is as gorgeous as we thought she would be, isn’t she Sean?”
As Sean nodded and voiced his agreement, Catherine didn’t know whether to be proud or angry at the boy’s complimentary appraisal of her breasts. An even closer appraisal when to her horror she was then forced to sit back between her lustful young tormentors again.
“I’m pleased you decided to behave for us Mrs. Dixon,” said Sean, making Catherine liken herself to a naughty child being rewarded. “So taking her repentance in mind I think we should reduce Mrs. Dixon’s forthcoming punishment accordingly, should we not Tom?”
Catherine was stunned. “Her forthcoming punishment?” Surely they did not really intend to carry out their terrible threats to “punish her.”
“Please, boys, I’ve done everything you asked of me and I promise I really won’t say a word to anyone…please… please don’t use that cane on me,” she sobbed, begging now.
“Oh, come on Mrs. Dixon, it’s not that bad, after all, you took a good twelve strokes on the DVD, did you not. Would you like me to carry on playing it for you, to remind you?” said Sean, while placing his other arm around Catherine’s shoulders. As Sean held her shoulder, his fingers were disconcertingly slipping Catherine’s bra strap from her shoulder down to her elbow.
“And, if you really do intend to keep your promise to be a good girl for us then we may even reduce the severity of your punishment ” interjected Tom.
“Yes, I agree Tom”, replied Sean, “but only if the miscreant is far more respectful toward us by removing her skirt… so It’s up to Mrs. Dixon.”
As one, the two lad lads stood and Catherine, her hands and arms trapped in theirs, was pulled up from the couch and positioned a little further away. Satisfied, the lads slumped back down again. “Well, Mrs. Dixon one way or another that skirt is coming off, 24 or 18 it’s your choice” Sean told her.
Shamed and humiliated and with her large breasts heaving and falling to her rapid breathing Catherine stood before the two boys knowing she really had no option but to comply with them, especially when Sean began flexing that awful cane. Twelve light strokes from a loving husband was one thing, but the thought of 24 from these brutes was quite another.
“Okay…Okay .I’ll do it…but please don’t cane me!
“Remember Mrs. Dixon,” replied Sean with all the severity he could muster.” You are now on your honour, remove your skirt then place your hands upon your head and remember your failure to obey us will result in your punishment being doubled to 36 strokes!”
“Oh my God No” thought Catherine. Standing there in her white pleated skirt and powder blue bra she was truly stunned by Sean’s domineering attitude. She realized any disrespect from her would indeed result in a horrific thrashing. The thought of these young boys, her own son’s friends, doubling her punishment was too awful to even contemplate. So Catherine determined to win them both over and in doing so hopefully get them to reduce the threat of those18 strokes of the cane even further. But this also meant having to humiliate herself before these brutes by having to remove her skirt and in doing so reveal to them the undoubtedly sexy underwear she had unaccountably decided to wear for this meeting with them.
So, with a trembling sob, Catherine slowly unzipped the pleated skirt and eventually allowed it the fall into a pool of linen around her ankles. The two boys whistled in surprise and appreciation, both stunned that she was wearing a garter belt and the tiniest of thongs matching her powder blue bra along with tan stockings instead of the boring functional panty hose they had been expecting to find on her! Then the submissive within Catherine surfaced briefly and, almost arrogantly, she placed her hands upon her head as instructed, bizarrely, proud that these two young boys were so most certainly attracted to her, even at her age!
Sean and Tom were elated; neither boy really expected their strategy for subduing Catherine Dixon would prove to be so easily, if at all, achieved. As they sat and admired the lingerie clad mature beauty standing so submissively before them they looked at each other in ecstatic agreement that the first part of their plans for her were going so well.
In truth both boys had lusted after Catherine Dixon since first seeing her on parent’s day whilst she wandered around the school with her son Dan. With her long flowing blonde hair and wearing a light summer dress, her long slim legs tripping lightly across the school hall. To Tom and Sean Catherine Dixon was the height of mature female perfection, and to Sean especially, the perfect subject for a special sexual experiment he had been longing to attempt.
In fact neither Sean nor Tom were interested in giggling young girls their own age and saw Catherine Dixon as the ideal subject of their desire to sexually dominate an older woman. As a result they had deliberately befriended her son Dan. With Dan being younger and smaller than the two 16 year olds he readily took to them as friends and protectors, in the process naively telling his new friends all they wanted to know about his home life and parents.
Until that is Dan foolishly told his new friends about the DVD he had found while sneaking a look in his mother’s lingerie drawers. And of how it showed what he had long suspected, that his mother and father playing wicked games with canes and sexy clothes. Dan’s words had given Sean an instant erection. Day and night he lusted and masturbated over an image of Dan’s gorgeous mother. Now the stupid little fucker had given him just what he needed to make Dan’s mother crawl before him, as his very own slave bitch! All he had needed was to convince Tom of how easy it would all be, once they got hold of that DVD…….
Standing before Sean and Tom with her hands on her head, looking exquisite in her powder blue bra, thong, garters and tan stockings, Catherine Dixon tried to look anywhere but at the two young boys. Mortified, she heard Sean telling her to sit between them once again.
“Good Girl,” said Sean, patting the naked area of Catherine’s thigh above her stocking top. ”Now Tom, let’s watch Mrs. Dixon getting her punishment. It will show us more about just how she enjoys being punished”
Squeezed on the sofa between the two boys, Sean’s arm again encircled Catherine’s shoulders whilst both boys placed a hand upon each of her stocking tops. At least though, Catherine was able to place her hands over her thong covered crotch. Catherine watched in growing dismay as the TV screen lit up once again when Tom pressed the remote.
On the screen, a thin whippy cane descended upon the woman’s bottom. A gasp, then a little moan and her body was shaking to the sudden pain, but the woman remained bent over the coffee table. From the sofa Catherine, humiliatingly trapped half naked upon the by her young tormentors anxiously watched a red weal slowly appearing on her bottom before hearing herself saying. “One Sir, thank you Sir, Would Sir be kind enough to cane this miscreant again!”
“Good Girl” replied the male voice.” You deserve your punishment Catherine do you not?”
“Yes Sir, I deserve to be punished.”
Then once more the cane descended, this time though upon Catherine Dixon’s other bum cheek. Again she moaned, again she moved around on the coffee table, and again she thanked her husband and asked for another caning.
For Catherine the sight of her body in this all too familiar position was enough, for along with watching the DVD’s of herself, always came the wonderful hardening of her nipples and the incessant throbbing between her legs and even trapped as she was, Catherine was unable to prevent these very same stirrings as her body betrayed her, betraying her resolve not to submit to these two young monsters.
Looking down, Catherine was horrified to see her nipples growing erect and hard, pushing firmly against the thin cup of her bra. So much so, that, feeling Sean’s arm slip further around her shoulder until his hand dangled over the top of her breast and his fingers began lightly toying with the powder blue material of her bra. Catherine, in fear of her hard nipples being discovered by him, lifted a hand from her crotch, pushing his hand away from her breast, pleading with Sean.
“Please...please...don’t do that.”
But making it sound as if it were a conspiracy between them, Sean whispered into Catherine’s ear. “I don’t know about Tom, but it’s up to you just how hard I cane you, Catherine.”
Again Sean placed his hand upon her breast, but this time, realising the hidden threat of his words Catherine allowed Sean’s fingers to delve deeper into the thin material of her bra until finding her rock hard nipple. Catherine gasped at his touch, but still mindful of Sean’s implied threat she was crushed again and her hand dropped back to join the other, still guarding her crotch, thus reluctantly allowing the young Sean complete freedom to explore her breasts.
Gently at first Sean began to massage the firm sizable bud. The DVD continued to display the beautiful Catherine Dixon’s punishment while the woman herself, breathing more heavily now, tried desperately but unsuccessfully to disregard the growing sensations within her created by Sean’s fingers upon her nipple.
“This is madness, this cannot be happening to me.” Catherine told herself as an all too familiar throbbing began between her legs. “How did I let things get this far, how can I have just sit here, almost naked, between these two boys, forced to watch myself?”
As the DVD showed Catherine asking for the final stroke of the cane to complete her punishment, both boys were stroking her milky thighs above her stocking tops, to where Catherine’s hands guarded her crotch. Sean had by now completely exposed one beautiful breast, after lowering both shoulder straps and one bra cup down and away from Catherine’s body he was casually cupping the firm exposed mature breast in his hand while continuing to work upon it’s nipple with his fingers.
Breathing very heavily now, Catherine’s emotions were now almost beyond control from their combined attentions. But as she fearfully awaited the conclusion of the DVD film the knowledge that the two boys would have already seen its entirety gave Catherine no comfort at all.
“Twelve Sir, thank you Sir, this miscreant was fully deserving of her punishment.” said a very breathless Catherine Dixon to her husband on the DVD film, her bottom, by now covered with red welt tram lines, caused by her caning, swayed deliciously upon the coffee table.
Catherine’s glorious ass cheeks stood out as the video suddenly panned in for a close-up. Thereby revealing for the two young boys either side of her, not only Catherine’s shapely bottom but the involuntary opening and closing of her firm cheeks. To her utter shame and the boys delight it also showed a very good view of her blonde covered cunt lips glistening with what could only be Catherine’s juices.
“So you should be Catherine, from now on you will wear only the underwear I decide upon, is that clear,” said the male voice on the DVD..
“Yes Sir,” Catherine replied meekly. “May this humble miscreant now attempt to please you Sir?”
“You may indeed,” was the reply. For a moment the camera seemed to revolve around the room, the very room the three of them now occupied, until a very large and very erect cock came into focus. Suddenly the lovely face of Catherine Dixon was inching toward the rampant phallus.
Watching this, Catherine was mortified, but despite pleading with her two captors to be let off from viewing her final filmed humiliations she was powerless to either prevent them watching its finale. And, to her bemusement she also could not even prevent herself from becoming more and more aroused by their treatment of her ensnared body.
For by now, having pulled her bra away completely, Sean’s hand and fingers were roaming freely over both Catherine’s breasts. Furthermore, having moved Catherine’s hands aside, the boys fingers were caressing the very edges of her love mound and continuously running up and down the thin material of her tiny thong and Catherine, despite all that was happening to her, was almost desperate for those young inquisitive fingers to slip inside her thong and thence slip within her throbbing and well soaked cunt!
Yet again Tom and Sean were watching the film enthralled as it showed Catherine Dixon place her hands upon her head once again and then lowered her head until her soft lips encircled just the very tip of her husband’s rampant erection. They watched as she slowly pushed forward so that his foreskin was gradually pushed back. Sean especially, viewed this foreplay with some delight, for it was he who had told Tom to forget the immature fumbling of girls their own age and help him find a “proper woman.”
While, almost absently toying with Catherine’s rock hard nipples, Sean thought back to his delight at finding a collection of bondage and spanking magazines belonging to his own parents. He recalled the thumping within his chest while he viewed the photo images of women and some men even, in varying stages of bondage. And of how he was especially “wowed” by the older but still very beautiful women in many of the magazines. From that day on, Sean had eagerly amassed all the information he could about this most exciting of sexual pastimes and vowed he would find for himself the woman of his desires. Even if doing so meant he had to use a little “persuasion.” Not at all a problem for a boy feared throughout school for his size, strength and fighting ability.
Now, as he once again watched the very delicious Mrs. Dixon giving her husband the most erotic of blow jobs Sean congratulated himself on not rushing things today. As he had explained to Tom, their best weapon was to allow Mrs Dixon time to allow things to sink in gradually.
Sean knew both he and Tom could have, without much difficulty, fucked Mrs. Dixon before now. Even though they had the damaging DVD he had not told Catherine at any time that he could use it against her. Sean was resolute upon one very important thing, his obsession that the gorgeous Catherine Dixon was going to beg him to fuck her! After all, from this day onward little Dan’s mother was going to belong to him for a very long time to come!
Catherine was of course aware of none of Sean’s very real plans for her and although dejected as she indeed was at her current predicament, other than sexually she did not feel entirely endangered by these admittedly rather good looking youths. She was, she had to admit, even perversely enjoying the boy’s attentions, dreadful as the thought was.
Catherine was by now resigned to having to “undergo” more of what had happened on the DVD as well as what was happening to her right no. she also expected some amount of caning before these boys finally left her house. In fact she by now fully realised that if a stop were not put to this very soon she may well find these boys were planning to subject her to far more than a humiliating caning in her underwear. For one awful moment Catherine wondered if she had the will power or even desire to prevent them from doing so. But unquestionably they must leave before Dan came home and discovered this awful scenario. Should she tell them Dan would be home at any minute pondered Catherine.
But as another wave of pleasure ran through her Catherine decided to leave these thoughts for the moment. The DVD was coming to its conclusion and giving a perfect view of Catherine’s undoubted erotic oral skills. Still with her hands on her head she kissed, licked and sucked every inch of her husband’s cock and hardened balls. In the background her husband could be heard groaning with pleasure while Catherine’s doe like eyes looked up toward him.
On the sofa, with her body seemingly controlling her mind, Catherine closed her eyes and surreptitiously tried to ease her aching cunt nearer the fingers that stroked her so expertly!
But with a smile, Sean, who despite his tender years prided himself upon his ability to read situations, fully understood Catherine’s actions. Nodding to Tom in silent agreement both lads abruptly slipped an index finger inside of Catherine’s tiny thong. There to find the soaking cunt lips of the mature beauty.
And with her eyes still closed and gasping at their sudden invasion, Catherine made no effort to foil them. Indeed, to her shame, she found she was unable to prevent herself from opening her legs a little wider to assist their entry. Her body awash with pleasure, Catherine, her eyes still closed, heard Sean telling her she must open those eyes, to look at the TV screen, pinching hard upon one nipple to accentuate his demand.
Obediently, Catherine did so, viewing herself on the TV screen as she was dropping hands from her head before taking hold of her husband’s throbbing cock with one hand while with the other, cupping and massaging his heavy balls. Keeping her lips on the very tip of the massive erection Catherine began pumping her husband cock into her mouth while continuing to massage his balls. Despite her awful predicament, Catherine’s excitement was growing, heightened further by watching her display on the TV while having her cunt lips lightly massaged by both boys. Shortly the TV screen showed Catherine’s head draw back a little from her husband’s cock, while, in the background, he could be heard moaning of animalistic pleasures.
Abruptly, on the sofa, Catherine herself was groaning, two fingers had slipped between her soaking cunt lips to enter her cunt itself. And, just as her husband’s cock began spurting long strands of juices toward Catherine’s open mouth, the combined index fingers of Sean and Tom began slowly pumping Catherine’s soaking love tunnel.
Her husband’s juices shot out, repeatedly landing on just about every inch of Catherine’s face, neck and hair as the wildly shuddering organ and balls released their pent up passion. Catherine herself was also groaning, writhing openly and wantonly on the sofa, uncaring of her erotic exhibition, her mind lost to the effects of the huge orgasm that was progressively intensifying within her.
Aware the DVD was coming to its end, Sean nodded toward Tom and, in unison the boys withdrew their fingers from within the writhing Catherine’s sopping wet cunt.
The effect upon Catherine was immediate. Having her wonderfully near orgasm so cruelly thwarted, she groaned with frustration. Her eyes turning toward Sean, who, while again pinching Catherine’s nipple, cruelly and, in his mature adult wisdom, told her, “Oh no Mrs. Dixon, not yet, we’re not allowing you to cum until you have been awarded your punishment.” At the same time both boys were lifting a shocked Catherine by her arms from the sofa before standing back until the unresisting beauty stood a couple a feet away.
Looking down, Catherine both frustrated and humiliated by these two boys less than half her age, abruptly realized both her large firm breasts were hanging out from her powder blue half cup bra. The shoulder straps were loosely dangling by her elbows, and not just that, her tiny matching thong was covering practically nothing at all. Looking up she saw both boys smiling at the erotic display her dishevelled appearance now provided. Her immediate reaction was to pull the bra back over her breasts. After doing just that though, Catherine was stunned to see Sean flexing that brute of cane before her.
“Oh Dear Mrs. Dixon, have you learned nothing today,” he began. His words and
tone designed to humiliate Catherine, make her feel like a naughty child herself. ”We were kind enough to reduce your initial punishment of 24 strokes of this cane to just eighteen, but that was on the assumption that you would be a good girl for us. What do we find now, I really cannot recall giving Mrs. Dixon permission to cover herself do you Tom?”
“Indeed not,” replied Tom, “I really think, Sean, that this miscreant should now receive the full twenty four strokes we promised her.”
Taken aback at the young boy’s dominant attitude Catherine could only look down at the carpet, shoulders slumped, humiliated, just indeed, as Sean intended.
Stunned by Tom’s words and with no hope of escape, Catherine looked pleadingly toward Sean who remained flexing the dreadful cane. “Please...no...I’m sorry,” she murmured, mortified by her capitulation.
“Maybe she should Tom, but let’s see if Mrs. Dixon would prefer just the eighteen by turning around and then removing both her bra and thong So Catherine, trapped by a very simple ploy Sean had thought of earlier, had been given a simple choice. More strokes of the cane or remove the last of her clothing.
Of course it was really no choice at all, for Catherine, was already almost naked. She realized she had been displaying herself fully, only moments earlier on the sofa, and enjoying it! More than that, she was still determined to win them over from even the eighteen strokes they had planned. Catherine knew what she must do, she only hoped her son Dan would not suddenly walk in to find his mother naked before his friends.
So Catherine Dixon turned her back on her tormentors. For a few moments she then remained motionless until eventually she reached both hands behind her back. Slowly unclasping her bra and gradually Catherine allowed the powder blue garment to sip from her breasts, down her stomach and from her arm until holding it with a single hand.
“Don’t let go of it yet Mrs. Dixon”, said Sean.
Finally, there was only Catherine’s tiny thong. Although not really that significant from where the boys stood, it was the only visible sign of anything on her body other than her garter belt and stockings. It only provided a thin strip of black elastic disappearing between her taught trim buttocks. Still, it was to Sean an essential element of his strategy, for, aside from her stockings and suspenders, Mrs. Dixon would now be naked. Of great importance was one critical fact, she had removed all her clothing herself! Whether she realized it then, Sean did not care, but she most certainly would, later.
Both boys watched lustfully while Catherine, bending forward and unknowingly giving them delicious glimpse of her wet cunt and bum crack, reached one hand down to slip the tiny blue thong down her legs and eventually over her feet.
“Keep it in your hand Mrs. Dixon, then turn around, pass the bra and thong to me and then put your hands on your head!” demanded Sean.
Of course, Catherine had fully expected to hear these words, none the less her heart pounded to the blow of actually hearing she must now turn and face these boys. Aside from doctors, only two men had ever seen her naked body, but now she was being told to display her nudity to her son’s teenage friends. Incredibly though, Catherine could not rid herself of the appallingly brazen feelings of anticipation and excitement these boys, and Sean especially, were continuously creating inside her.
“Wow!” exclaimed a very excited and smiling Tom.” Look at the tits on her Sean!”
“Mmmmm...You really are a beautiful woman Mrs. Dixon, you have obviously looked after your body, those tits are better than any young girl, and I see you really are a true blonde”, said Sean.
Blushing furiously Catherine could not but help but feel the same sense of pride she had earlier experienced. It had taken an enormous effort of will power on her part to turn and face to these friends of her son Dan almost completely naked.
But for some reason, her having been “ordered” to do so, having been “ordered” to place her hands upon her head, Catherine felt the responsibility for her actions had been taken from her. The 42 year old wife and mother became aware the throbbing between her legs had returned, brought about by the open admiration of her naked body displayed to these two young boys. Even so Catherine wasn’t about to make things easy for them for she had no desire to have them believe she was (“)easy meat(“) some sort of frustrated housewife who would willingly offer herself to friends of her son.
So Catherine stared frostily at Sean with an unspoken defiance in her eyes. These youths had so far tricked and stripped her, they had even threatened her son if she did not do as they wished. But Catherine had decided she was not going to make things that easy for Sean, for now she fully understood it was Sean from whom she had most to fear.
Catherine was dogged enough to at least test his resolve, to see who could most hold their nerve even though her defiance could result in an even harsher beating that they had already threatened a sixth sense told Catherine she had to test her adversary to the limit, only then would she capitulate to him.
But Sean Brady was holding her frosty stare and simply staring straight back at Catherine. His deep blue eyes were burning into hers as if transmitting to Catherine
Dixon that she now belonged to him and him alone, very soon Catherine was using every ounce of her resolve in her desperate attempt at retaining her defiant contact with steely blue eyes that seemed to be looking into her very soul. But eventually, inevitably her resolve began to waver for Sean’s hard eyes were conveying only brutality and authority, authority over her mind and body.
Catherine then realised then that this strong dominant young man was more than willing to hurt her and hurt her badly to achieve his depraved ambitions. The fact was he simultaneously terrified her whilst undeniably sexually exciting her. So the unspoken impasse was, perhaps as she had always known it would be, was eventually broken. Catherine, blushing deeply and thinking Sean was reading her mind, dropped her eyes to the floor in tacit admission of Sean’s unspoken declaration of his ownership of her. He was the victor.
But Sean was now in mood to let her off so lightly and decided to reinforce the aura of his domination over Catherine. So snapping his fingers to bring her eyes back to his own and without a word Sean jabbed his index finger down toward the Lounge carpet.
Catherine knew full well what he expected of her and that she would pay a heavy price should she show further defiance toward Sean. Slowly, with hands still on her head she dropped to her knees. Perhaps in a gesture of contrition, she even parted her legs slightly, giving Sean a good view of her carefully trimmed pubic mound and inner thighs, a gesture that obviously pleased Sean.
“I think we shall require of Mrs. Dixon just the eighteen strokes then. Tom, do you agree?” Said Sean while looking down into the kneeling Catherine’s eyes, eyes that now showed only despondency and defeat.
“Yes, seeing that she seems so much more obedient now Sean.”
My God,” thought Catherine.” These boys are now talking about me, not to me, as though…as though I am their property. Eighteen strokes of that cane, Oh my God, I must win them over, and I must be good for them!”
“Okay Mrs. Dixon no coffee table for you this time. For me you shall now lean over and place your head on the arm rest of the sofa. Over here with your arms at either side.” said Sean, patting the arm rest of the sofa with the cane.
“Oh God no,” thought Catherine, she had thought she would be made to bend over the coffee table as usual. So with a great deal of apprehension, but also obedience, the naked Catherine stepped across to where Sean had pointed with the cane. After some hesitancy, she finally leaned forward; fully aware she would soon be displaying herself as never before. Anxiously Catherine then lowered her head until her chin rested upon the arm rest before placing her arms either side of her head.
Behind her both Sean and Tom marvelled at the display the beautiful Catherine Dixon was now providing. Her back, almost flat leading on down to her beautifully taught delightful buttocks and long straight tapered legs. Beneath, Catherine’s breasts, hanging delightfully loose and free, were complimented by her long hard nipples she truly was a picture of ‘Sex on Legs’
It was a position Sean had thought long and hard about, much, much better than the coffee table arrangement from the DVD. Positioned as such, Catherine displayed her beauty to them completely. Only one thing was not right, so Sean, kneeling with his face almost touching Catherine’s bottom, managed to resist the temptation to kiss those wonderful bum cheeks before placing his cane just behind Catherine’s feet.
“You really do l