Car Trouble

I had just arrived home after two days in London on company, only to be greeted by Emily, my wife of ten years tearfully confessing that she had damaged my pride and joy; my Triumph TR6 that I had lovingly restored over the last two and a half years. To say I was absolutely fuming would be an understatement – this was almost ground for divorce!

She knew that she wasn’t insured to drive it and to make matters worse it turned out that she had also allowed her friend Katie to get behind the wheel for a laugh. It was not a laugh though when Katie misjudged a corner on a country lane and managed to scrape the passenger side on a concrete gate post.

Emily was rightly terrified of how I would react, so decided not to message me to let me know the bad news. She had to sit and stew on her predicament until I returned home. She told me straight away and before I took off my coat, I went straight to the garage to see the damage for myself.

The gleaming British Racing Green paintwork down the passenger door panel had been scratched and dented. Luckily the wheel arch and rear panels had escaped. I was a little bit relieved as it could have been much worse! I knew someone who could knock out the dent and re-spray the door panel and that would pretty much put the old girl back to her former glory.

I still decided that this act of vandalism, instigated by my wife could be used to my benefit so, I laid my anger on pretty thick when I returned to the house!

“What the fuck were you thinking? Firstly, taking my TR6 out when you know you are not insured and secondly allowing your so-called friend drive it!”

“What if you hit another car?” “What if you killed somebody?”

Emily just stood in front of me, her bottom lip quivering, on the verge of tears.

“….I’m sorry….but it was a beautiful day and we wanted a little drive in the country with the top down,” she sobbed. “I’m really, really sorry darling… I’ll pay for the damage.

“Don’t ‘darling’ me. You know how much time and effort I have put into restoring that car. There is no point you paying for the repairs, after all it’s all ‘our money’, so that is not exactly hurting you is it? You need to learn a lesson from this. You really need to be punished.”

I saw a flicker of light in Emily’s eyes when I said the words ‘hurt’ and ‘punish’ as we have recently started playing around with spanking in the bedroom as a prelude to sex. I had introduced it after she had annoyed me when she was late getting ready to go out…again. I called her ‘a naughty girl’ pulled her skirt up and gave her a few slaps on her white lacy knickers. She struggled and kicked out but I held her firmly, dragging her panties down before spanking her naked arse until it was quite red.

I really enjoyed the power trip and being dominant, but when she started to cry, I thought that I had pushed it too far. I think was wrong! Once I released my grip, she couldn’t rip my jeans and boxer shorts off fast enough! She urgently pushed me onto the bed, grabbed my hardened cock and guided it straight into her sodden pussy. She then asked me to spank her arse whilst she rode me like there was no tomorrow until we both exploded into a huge climax. This was easily the best sex we had in the last few years. It was just like we were on our honeymoon again!

With this in mind, I think that Emily ‘suddenly’ had an idea on how I could punish her for damaging my car.

“Well…if I have to be punished and you won’t accept my money, what else can I do to make it up to you? I’ll do anything.”

I knew that we needed to get some kind of resolution here and I wanted her to be the one to suggest that I spanked her again so, I pushed it along in that direction.

“So, what sort of punishment did you have in mind?” I questioned her.

“Well, I don’t really know, what do you think?” She batted it back to me.

“Maybe you need to think it through. What have you got to offer? It can not be money and it must be something that would make amends for the damage. What could you possibly offer me that I would want?” I feigned ignorance.

“…. What if you were to….. spank me again?” she whispered.

“I’m sorry I didn’t quite hear that,” I cupped my ear.

” You heard me! I said What if you were to spank me again!” she repeated more loudly.

I very nearly accepted her offer straight away but I smiled at her and pretended to think about it. I wanted to maximise my moral advantage over my wife, as it is a very rare thing indeed. I wanted to revel in this and make her squirm for a while longer.

“One spanking, which incidentally you seem to enjoy, to make up for wrecking my pride and joy?…You simply have to be joking.” I replied.

“But I wasn’t driving, it was Katie who caused the damage!” she pleaded.

“But you were the one who took my car without permission and then stupidly allowed someone else to drive it. Do you think that Katie should be spanked instead of you then?”

“That’s not what I mean….”

“Well, what do you mean?”

“I don’t know.” She shrugged her shoulders in defeat.

I thought that whist I was on a roll I may as well try to get my wife to re-enact all my fantasies in one go, so I made my request to her.

“OK. One spanking is not nearly enough punishment. The punishment has to fit the crime so I will give you something to atone for the stupid decisions you made when I was away…. I will give you a thorough spanking followed by six strokes of the cane – on each of the next four Friday evenings.”

“…The cane. Did you say the cane?” she looked at me in horror.

“…Yes, the cane. That’s what really naughty girls deserve isn’t it?” I asked.

“… I suppose so. If it gets me off your naughty list, it’s probably worth it.” She hesitantly replied.

“That’s not all Emily. You acted like a naughty teenager instead of a responsible adult, so you will dress like one for your punishments. You will wear a college uniform for each of your punishments. That means you need to get some black stockings and suspenders, white panties, blue pleated skirt, white shirt and a tie. Your hair must be platted or be in bunches.”

Emily allowed this proposal to sink in and, to my relief, nodded her agreement.

Nothing more was said, so I waited expectantly until Friday evening. Emily was rather cool with me in bed for the next few days, so I didn’t push my luck.

When Friday arrived, I thought I would make an effort and look like I had some authority so I put on jacket and trousers with a shirt and tie. Although I was still angry about the car damage, I had pretty much put it behind me. Instead, I was now concentrating on getting the most out of my position of superiority over my wife. Although I didn’t want to cause real hurt I thought I would push her boundaries a little more than the hand spanking.

I had instructed Emily to be ready for 7.00pm sharp, dressed in the school uniform as requested, so I could deliver her first punishment in the bedroom. There was a soft tap on the bedroom door and I told Emily to enter. She is still hot and has a nice slim figure with long blonde hair, large blue eyes and a cute button nose.

She was wearing a schoolgirl uniform just as I had requested. It was incredible. It fitted her figure perfectly and the blue pleated gymslip skirt was cock stiffeningly short! I could see her black stocking tops, her black suspenders and a portion of bare, milky-white thigh! She had put on black high heels, so she looked taller than usual, and had her hair in symmetrical bunches.

Her crisp white shirt revealed that she had not bothered wearing a bra and her nipples were already standing to attention, making small indentations in the tight shirt. A blue and yellow striped tie completed the perfect vision of a sexy schoolgirl. She must have noticed the look of lust and excitement on my face and sighed in relief. She gave me a smile and put her arms around my neck, squashing her breasts against me, pushing one thigh between mine and rubbing.

“I’ve been a really naughty girl this time, Sir, I’m afraid,” she said, pouting and running her pink wet tongue very suggestively over her lush red lips.

“I know you have Emily” I replied, feeling a certain stiffening in the trouser department.

Emily nodded. “Oh, yes, sir I have, but it mostly Katie’s fault, though, sir.”

“Katie told me she wanted to drive the car. Just for a little bit. So I let her and, well, you know what happened then…..”

“So, why did you let her drive my car?” I questioned.

She gave me a little wink and then to my surprise replied.

“Well it was a lovely day and we went for a drive in the countryside. Katie asked me if she could drive the TR6 and at first I said no. We stopped for a picnic and to sit in the sun. We both sat on the blanket and Katie kept looking up my short skirt at my little white panties. She put her hand on my knee and…she slid her hand up my leg and inside my panties. I just felt kind of powerless to stop her, if you know what I mean….it was a perfectly natural thing for her to do to me…… I wondered it must be naughty when I started enjoying it so much.”

Emily was obviously teasing me and using my long-standing fantasy of having a threesome with her and another girl. I didn’t know where this story was going, so I played along.

“And what did you do to her?” I asked.

Emily giggled. “Well, first, we lay down in the sun. Then she took her sexy little skirt off… then her little white lacy panties… They were all wet at the front… then she asked me to kiss her little cunny….”

“…And did you?” I prompted.

“Oh yes. It tasted yummy. I kissed and licked it until she screamed out!”

I gulped. My shirt collar was suddenly choking me, but I couldn’t loosen it because my arms were round my wife!

“A-And then?”

“Then she started kissing me. Well, while she was kissing me she then started unbuttoning my blouse and pushed her hand inside. As you know, sir, I don’t wear a bra so she was able to begin playing with my bare little titties. This is when I knew it must be naughty because my nipples began getting all hard and I had this funny feeling right down in my pussy” She pushed forward and began grinding her pussy against me.

“Then, sir, she really did something really naughty,” Emily continued. “She began stroking my… is it the ‘clitoris’? Yes, I remember now from biology. Yes, she started stroking my hard little clitoris and I could feel it getting all throbby, if you know what I mean, sir. That’s when hot sticky stuff began oozing out of my little pussy, and I could feel it trickling down the crack of my bum. I knew I’d been naughty, then, sir. It was naughty, wasn’t it, sir?”

I nodded. “Well, er, yes, it was rather.”

“Well, she asked me again if she could drive the TR6 and this time I said yes!”

Emily nodded contritely. “So, I will have to be punished, won’t I, then, Sir?”

I was struggling to understand if what she had just said was for real or not. My head was spinning. I felt myself being pushed gently back towards the bed. Then I was suddenly sitting on the edge and Emily was standing in front of me.

“Do you want me to prepare myself for my punishment, Sir?”

I merely nodded. I couldn’t trust my vocal cords to work! I watched as my wife dressed in a sexy schoolgirl uniform turn her back on me, lift her gymslip and expose her tight white panties. She stayed like that for several very long moments — with her knickered bum thrust into my face!

“Do you like it, sir?”

“W-What?”

“My bottom, sir. Katie says it’s my best feature. She says she likes to kiss and lick it, sir…”

I loosened my collar and tie.

“Oh, yes,” I said in a near whisper, “I can see what she means.” I couldn’t help reaching out and beginning to stroke my palm over the cotton panties.

At last, although quivering to my caress, Emily straightened up and turned to face me. I could see she was excited, too as the lower portion of her white panties appeared to dampen.

“Shall I bend over your knee for it, then, Sir?” Emily repeated.

“Yes,” I said at last, I’m afraid I’m going to spank you very hard indeed. In fact, you may well be reduced to tears.”

“Oh, yes, I know, Sir. I do deserve it.”

I was itching to get started. “You had better get yourself over my knee, then, Emily…”

“Like this, Sir?”

She lowered herself down over my lap and wriggled herself into a comfortable position which also elevated her gorgeous bum to the highest efficient angle. I pulled her panties up as tight as they would go and smoothed out all the creases in the thin white material. Then I began.

SMACK!

“Owwww! Oh, I’m sorry, Sir! I really am!”

“I’ll make you sorry, you naughty girl!”

SMACK!

‘Owwww-ooo! Oh, yes, Sir! I deserve it!”

“Push your bottom up higher, young lady! Relax those bottom-cheeks! Relax them, I said!”

SMACK!

Emily wriggled so much I just couldn’t help losing my aim occasionally and delivering several spanks right inside the cleft of her jerking bum — which really made her howl! She deserved it.

Just then the doorbell went. I froze. My hand, in full swing, came to a sudden stop in mid-air, inches above Emily’s bum!

“Who the fuck is that?” I said, annoyed at the disturbance.

Emily sniffed tearfully. “It w-will be K-Katie, sir.”

“Katie? Katie who?”

“Katie, who damaged your car s-sir… s-shall I let her in?”

I heard Emily open the door then voices talking downstairs. A few minutes later Emily ushered in a gorgeous brunette. She had on black heels, black stockings and suspenders. The grey pleated mini skirt was far too short, it barely covered her arse and when she walked. It flapped up, revealing the tantalising white flesh above her stockings and her suspenders. On top, she wore a white cotton shirt which was clearly a size too small for her and, as such, her large tits were bursting for release. The buttons on the thin white shirt looked like they would pop open at any time. She also had on a red and black school tie which nestled nicely between the valley of her big breasts. To finish off the naughty schoolgirl look, she was wearing a blazer and a straw boater too! Her long dark hair was tied back into two pigtails.

I looked in amazement at the two sexy women in front of me dressed in naughty schoolgirl uniforms. It was the thing of dreams, no fantasies. Katie undid her blazer and I could see that she had bigger boobs than Emily as they were trying to fight their way out of her tight white school shirt. Her nipples were big and as hard as acorns. As they stood next to each other I could see that they were similar height and I liked the contrast that one is blonde and one brunette.

Before I could ask what was happening Katie jumped in and spoke first.

“I am so sorry for what I did too your car. Emily told me you’d probably want to see me, too, sir, after what I did. It’s not fair that you punish her for my mistake.”

Her pretty face broke into a nervous smile.

“Did Emily actually tell you what her punishment is to be?” I probed.

“Well, she hinted it would probably mean a spanking and the cane… So here I am.”

I instantly had a mental picture of the lovely Katie over my knee with her panties down. The bulge in my trousers got even harder. Was I really being offered two girls to spank instead of one? Two naughty schoolgirls waiting to see the headmaster for their punishment. I stared at them silently for a while and decided that I needed to test Emily’s story a little bit further…

“So, tell me girls, did you enjoy kissing each other on the grass in the countryside?”

They both looked taken aback and Katie looked at Emily in confusion. Emily spoke up first,

“Ahh, well, umm…..Sir?”

I leaned forward and repeated the question impatiently. Katie shuffled her feet and looked down.

“Head up!” I didn’t yell loud, but they both jumped.

I stared them down a little longer, really enjoying myself.

“Emily says, on the day of the crash you were both, fondling each other, and, yes, kissing.”

I noticed that Emily gave Katie a knowing wink. Katie winked back and replied to me,

“Yes, sir we did, Sir.”

I nodded. “Very well then. I want you both to lift up your skirts.”

They both smiled but looked slightly anxious. They slowly lifted their skirts up until their stocking tops were exposed.

“Higher girls,” I ordered.

They carried on until I could see all of their white panties, right up to the elastic at the waist.

“That’s it, keep them nice and high girls!”

I decided to leave them exposing their underwear to me for a while. I could see a small wet patch at the bottom of Emily’s pussy where she had already leaked some juice. Katie’s panties were deliciously plain white and I could see from the faint outline of her crack that she must have also shaved her pussy.

“Mmm very nice! So, do you two girls enjoy kissing each other?”

They looked unsure. “Yes…yes, sir….” Katie offered, and Emily nodded.

“Did you play with each other’s tits?”

“Yes, Sir, a little, Sir.”

“And is it true that today you were both in such a hurry that you both forgot to put on your bras?”

“Yes, sir,” They laughed and nodded.

I decided to call their bluff even more. Was this a game and they were just teasing me, or was my wife actually interested in other women?

“Emily, show me what you did to Katie’s breasts.” They both stared at me. “S…sir?”

“You say that you enjoyed it, so you should be happy to do it right now.”

Unsure, they slowly turned to face each other, and Katie pushed forward her breasts as Emily put her hands out. Emily started to undo Katies shirt buttons.

“Leave her tie on,” I said.

Emily left the top button fastened but undid the next four causing Katies boobs to almost spill out of the front of her white shirt. She then stopped and looked at me to see if I was going to call a stop to her little charade. No such luck! I was determined to see how far I could take this. It amused me greatly and I was getting turned on seeing my wife’s discomfort and Katie’s compliance!

Emily put her hands inside Katies shirt and gently started rubbing and squeezing her ample tits in front of me.

“Did you play with her nipples?” I asked.

“Yes, Sir…”

Emily started gently rubbing Katie’s already hard nipples, pulling and squeezing until they were like bullets.

“Katie, is that all Emily did to your breasts?”

Katie looked puzzled then grinned. “No, Sir.”

“What else did she do?”

“She kissed them, Sir. My nipples, Sir.”

“I see. Emily, why aren’t you kissing her nipples now?”

“I didn’t, umm….I’m sorry, Sir.” She leaned down and gave each nipple a long, slow kiss before standing back up. They were both getting turned on when I told them to face forward and stand back at attention.

“Alright, time to bend over the bed.”

I stood behind them and rubbed their cute backsides.

Their panties were both plain white and very tight. Perfect schoolgirl panties.

My first swat fell, and Katie gasped aloud, one hand flying back to cover her stricken bottom.

“Move your hand.”

“Sir, that hurts!”

“Yes, of course it does. That is the entire point. It is too late to change your mind now. So, get back in position, and stay in position.”

My voice made it clear that I was to be obeyed as Katie began to wonder at the wisdom of her decision to volunteer for this gig. I started off slowly, smacking each of their bums, not too hard though. I gave them a rub after each couple of swats so even though they began to sting, they were both enjoying the experience… up to now – well Katie certainly was! If this was punishment then she wanted more of it.

Her skirt was up above her waist, revealing her panties. My hands were all over her shapely bum. Her eyes were closed as she imagined the scene behind her: me stroking her tightly pantied bum with her bent over the bed, her hips raised, presenting her bum and her ever moistening crotch – for me do as I pleased.