Guenter Klow
Sirens and studs
CASE HISTORY ONE
Wendy unlocked the door of her suburban house, stepped inside and stopped, stunned. From the back of the house came the unmistakable sound of someone being spanked.
That didn't make sense. Since she lived alone with her eighteen year-old son Andrew, and had done so since the divorce more than a year before, there couldn't be anyone being spanked, but there was.
Closing the door quietly and slipping her shoes off, Wendy walked quietly toward her bedroom. The whimpering and sobbing she heard between spanks were familiar. They were the sounds Andrew made when she spanked him. But if he was getting a spanking, as seemed to be the case, who was administering it?
Out of shock, but still somewhat dazed, she edged closer to the open bedroom door, then she was close enough to be able to peer between the door frame and the door. What she saw then almost sent her back into shock.
Andrew was getting a spanking all right, but he was giving it to himself. But more than that, there was the way he was dressed.
He wore a bra which he had filled with something, a garter belt, a pair of nylons, her high heeled black pumps and a pair of panties. The panties were stretched across his thighs, just above the tops of his nylons.
His bare bottom was well blotched from many smacks with the back of the brush she sometimes used to spank him. Both cheeks of his behind were already as red as they had ever been when she spanked him, yet he showed no sign of wanting to stop.
"I'm not finished with you yet… SPANK… you bad girl," he scolded, making his voice sound as maternal as he could. "Take this… SPANK… and this… SPANK… Yes your bum is red and hot… SPANK… but I'm going to give you more… SPANK… SPANK… And after this spanking… SP ANK… SPANK… you will get a good… SPANK… strapping with this belt… SPANK… You are going to have… SPANK… SPANK… a very red bum before I pull your little panties up… SPANK… SPANK… Hold still… keep your… SPANK… SPANK… bare bum right up so I can give it the spanking it deserves, like this… SPANK… SPANK… Do you hear?"
"Ooh… sob… yes Mummy… ow… oh my bum… my bum… oww… SPANK… SPANK… oh Mummy, my bum… my bum…" the boy pleaded in a tone very familiar to Wendy, then his voice changed again.
"Yes, your bum… SPANK… SPANK… Have some more on your bum… SPANK… SPANK… you naughty girl… I'll teach you… SPANK… SPANK… not to finger your cunt… SPANK… SPANK… I'll teach you like this… SPANK… and like this… SPANK… SPANK…"