He began breathing again when he saw the girl bend to pick up the hem of her school uniform skirt and begin to raise it. An inner garment came with it and he feasted his eyes on beautiful, smooth legs and thighs all the way up to the uniform bloomers which tightly covered her body in a delicious series of curves.
The girl had raised her skirts well above the bloomers so that Harry was able to see silken skin above the waist band of them. He heard his breath loud in the closet and hoped it wouldn't be heard outside. He tried breathing through his nose, but decided that was even noisier so he reverted to gulping air through his open mouth.
And then, while the girl held her skirts at the required height, the woman's hands reached for the bloomers. She tugged them down efficiently and Harry almost gasped aloud as they fell to her knees to bare a triangular patch of reddish brown hair at the bottom of her belly just where her thighs met.
Even though he had been prepared by his friend for the sight he was seeing now, Harry was stunned at the beautiful difference between girls and boys. There was no prick or balls at all, just the pretty patch of hair. He wanted to look between her legs to see the little slit his friend had told him about.
The woman turned her shivering victim then and prepared to take the girl over her lap. For just a moment, the woman's legs parted and Harry saw a quick blur of what a woman looked like between her legs when she wore no bloomers. It wasn't enough though to permit him a clear picture of a cunny.
And then, hampered by her navy blue bloomers which held at her knees, the lovely Mildred was lying across the waiting thighs and presenting her bare naked arse.
The twin cheeks curved so deliciously, the hidden valley between them looked so soft, the maturing thighs gleamed so smoothly white. Hearing a slight rustle, Harry looked and saw that his friend had taken his hard bird out and was playing with it. He did the same.
In the bedroom, the woman was adjusting the partly naked girl across her thighs and wrapping a strong left arm around her bare waist. The beautiful bum had been elevated to place it in a better position for spanking.
As she scolded, the woman ratted the white cheeks lightly as if in warning of what was to come. And then, her right hand raised high and the open palm descended to land on a quivering cheek with a loud slap. Harry heard his quick intake of breath.
When the woman's hand raised again, he saw a faint pink flush on the pure white bum cheek. He wanted to touch it with his hand and his mouth and his hot, throbbing prick.
Again and again the open palm slapped from one cheek to the other. The girl was crying and pleading now and it made the spanking more exciting. She writhed and bounced over the big thighs and Harry was able to see more and more of her.
Between spanks, the woman scolded. She was breathing deeply and, Harry was able to sense, enjoying spanking the bouncing arse on her lap.
At length, she began to spank more quickly and Harry sensed with regret that the spanking was coming to an end.
Both buttocks of the girl flamed a bright crimson and her voice was choked with exciting tears as she pleaded with her mother…
“Mommy, mommy… oooh… ow… SPANK, SPANK my poor bum… boo… hoo… hoo… owww… SPANK… ow… SPANK…
So carried away had Harry become by the excitement of the spanking that he didn't realize he had been pulling his prick until he felt the explosion building in his loins.
With a shock, he discovered it was too late to stop. Already the cream was pouring into the channel of his hard bird and was going to splash through the grating of the door.
Turning at the last moment, he reached out instinctively and grasped a garment. It was thick and silky and felt cool as he wrapped it around the hot head of his bird. And then he felt himself gushing and spurting, his whole body trembling.
Not until he saw his friend staring at him with horror in his eyes did Harry realize the enormity of what he had done. But even that didn't seem to justify his friend's expression of terror. Only then did Harry wonder if he had perhaps made the usual grunting sounds when his bird jerked off.
In the room, the woman hurriedly put a stop to Mildred's dance as she hopped around the room caressing and rubbing the brilliant red cheeks of her bum.
A moment later, the girl was pulling her bloomers and hurrying from the room. Standing, the woman looked toward the closet door and began walking with slow determination.
Edward Cartwright
The Family Man
CHAPTER THREE
“Now then you evil child,” she hissed the words as she jerked the door open, “get out here so that I can teach you a lesson you won't forget.”
For just a moment, the woman turned pale with shock as she realized that her son was not alone in the closet. Looking more closely as her eyes became adjusted to the relative darkness, she gasped aloud as she saw the two exposed peckers, one still wet and limp looking from just having spent.
From there, she made a closer examination and found the gown that had been spoiled by Harry's emission. It was too much.
Her voice lost much of its careful control as the two culprits were led into her bedroom to receive a degree of justice that promised to leave them standing for a long while.
Only when her voice had tired of scolding did she grab a smooth backed hair brush from the dresser and, tugging her son's pants down, drag him kicking and pleading across her lap.
The brush rose and fell many times to punctuate her lecture on evil and dirtiness. Each time it made a loud exciting sound that Harry did not miss.
Despite his instinctive knowledge that he too would soon be crying and kicking as the brush slapped his bare bum, Harry felt himself going wild with excitement. He had tucked his bird back into his trousers, but already he felt it throbbing and jumping to life as he watched his friend's arse turning a bright red and wriggling. He couldn't wait for his turn to come no matter how much it made him cry.
And then his friend was scrambling off the lap and running for his room as he pulled his trousers up to hide his hot, red bum. The woman looked strangely at Harry. It was his turn now and suddenly he wondered if being spanked was going to be such a thrill after all.
It was too late for doubts though, the woman was pulling his pants down to bare his body. As she did, she lectured him on the evil of peeking at girls having their bare bum spanked and daring to pull off his bird and make her lovely gown wet and sticky.
He felt her hand brush against his sensitive dick and thought it was an accident. The hand brushed again and this time it clutched and held.
Before taking him over her lap, the woman stood and pulled her gown high again. When she did press him into the desired position, his belly and bird rubbed against her naked skin. It felt even silkier than the gown had felt and it was warm and exciting.
She began spanking then only she used her hand instead of the brush she had used on her son. Not only did she slap his tender young buttocks, but her hand also squeezed and pinched, it pressed too and rubbed his body against her smooth thighs.'
Being spanked, Harry decided, was, in spite of the terrible sting, a wonderfully thrilling experience. Her voice was strong and firm and that too made it more exciting. He had never known a woman such as this and wanted this to go on forever.
But it didn't. Even before he expected it, she stopped spanking and walked to the bed with her hand gripping his arm so tightly that it brought fresh tears to his eyes as it hurt even more than the tingling in his bum.
Sitting on the bed and having Harry stand before her holding his shirt up, the woman began to question him at length. Her skillful questions elicited the fact that the boy had never previously seen a female body, had never felt or seen a spanking until then, and that he had been so excited at watching Mildred that his bird had become stiff and he had pulled it until it spurted.