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Discipline on The Croft Part 2The MacDonald croft was on the edge of the village in a spectacular elevated spot, set back from the road and looking out to sea. I had just started walking up the long track leading up to the croft as a Land Rover appeared from one of the fields and turned towards me. Iain MacDonald leant on the door and smiled a greeting to me. “Young Angus! Fine day it is! You’re up and about early for being on your holidays, are you not? I thought young lads didn’t see much before early afternoon surely?” I couldn’t think of a response but he saved my blushes by continuing.“I’m off to Fort William with a couple of tups for Lachie Morrison and then I’ve a parcel to pick up while the truck’s in for a service. A busy day – and yourself Angus – is it Morag you’re up to see?”“Aye Mr MacDonald, I said I’d call in this morning”“Aye she mentioned it at breakfast – she’s round the back of the house hanging out the washing. You’ll find her round there I’m sure. I’d better be off now” The old vehicle rattled off down the track and I smiled at the tups pressed up against the rear glass. The MacDonalds were what my mother called hobby crofters. Their teaching jobs gave them ample time and money to indulge in the country life without any of the worries that traditional crofters faced. She meant it kindly however, and they obviously took great pleasure from the few sheep, hens and the pony they kept on their immaculately groomed piece of Inverness-shire. It was still only quarter to ten but I went off round the back in search of Morag MacDonald, still unsure of what I might say to her. There was no sign of Mrs MacDonald behind the croft house but the washing line was festooned with a fine show of her underwear, lacy knickers, a few commodious bras and what looked like the tennis dress I’d peered up the previous day. Some of her knickers were a full white panty, but there were two or three skimpier black ones and even some thongs! Near the back door I noticed a garment lying on the ground and when I picked it up and held it in front of me I recognized it as the stretched knickers I’d viewed yesterday. I assumed she’d dropped them when hanging out her undies but they didn’t appear to have been washed as the crotch was quite discoloured. I raised them to cover my nose and mouth, inhaling deeply and drawing in the pungent aroma through my nostrils. My cock was quite hard now, and I could feel it tenting out my shorts, just like it had when ogling these same pants stretched across Morag’s arse the previous day. Once again I took a deep breath through my nose and reached down to rub my cock through my shorts. I opened my eyes and was horrified to see her standing just feet away on the other side of the glass-paneled back door, watching me intently, with the same furious glare I had witnessed on court. She was wearing a dark skirt over tights and also wore a pair of knee high black leather boots. Her upper body was naked however and her magnificent breasts were on full display. They were extremely full and tipped with large crimson nipples. She held a black bra in her right hand and she quickly covered her chest with her bra and forearm before reaching for the handle and opening the door. “Get inside here Angus – now!!” she barked.She stood aside and I quickly passed into the kitchen as she closed before issuing further instructions.“Go through to the lounge and wait for me there.” I walked through to this bright room at the front of the house and stood by the window looking out to sea and wondering how I could be so stupid as to be caught sniffing her pants, especially after my performance at the tennis club. I heard her enter the room and turned to see her now dressed in a black top which was quite low at the front. As she stood in front of me I glanced down at her cleavage and back up, just in time to see her draw her right hand back and slap it hard across my cheek followed quickly by the same treatment from her left hand on the other one. “Have you no shame Angus? You come up here early hoping to spy on me getting dressed. I catch you with your nose in my soiled pants and now you’re leering down my cleavage even though you were gawping at my bare breasts only a moment ago? Have you no shame at all?” I was totally embarrassed and humiliated by her dressing down, but she held my chin up to look me in they eye and I felt my eyes moisten and a tear ran down my cheek. “Don’t give me your crocodile tears lad. Not after yesterday’s performance when you cost me a place in the final. You’re out here to explain your actions, but first I think we need to deal with your filthy behavior – don’t we Angus? You’re a disgusting little pervert and I know just the way to deal with your sort! A good sound thrashing – that’s what you’re needing! And on your bare bottom too – so get those jeans and pants down – now!!” She couldn’t be serious – surely not? But she was! And after waiting a few moments without any response on my part, she reached out and grabbed the waistband of my jeans, jerking me towards her before starting to undo the stud and pulling on my zipper. “Very well Angus – I can see I’ll have to help you!”She quickly unzipped my jeans and started to roll them down my legs, past my knees before roughly hooking her hand into the top of my pants and dragging them down over my erection, scratching my cock with her ring in the process. I howled with pain and grabbed my pants, trying desperately to retain my modesty but she slapped my hands away. “Don’t be such a baby Angus – you can howl all you want in a few minutes when I’ve turned your bottom scarlet – now get over here, and get across my knee!”She grasped the hair on the back of my head with one hand and turned a chair around from under the kitchen table with the other and sat down on it. She then pulled me down across her lap before reaching down and pushing my pants further down my legs. She then grabbed the bottom edge of my rugby top and pulled it well up my back before resting her hand on my bare bottom. “Now Angus, let me tell you what happens next. I’m going to spank your bare bottom very hard indeed, and you can howl as much as you like, but the more you struggle the harder and longer I’ll spank you! Do you understand Angus?”“Yes Miss” “Good! Then I think we’ll begin!”Straight away she laid into my bottom with her hand, hard spanks which really hurt, and I wondered if I’d be able to take a spanking from her without losing control. She spanked my cheeks alternately, starting in the middle and working up to the top of my cleft before heading back down to the lower part of my bottom. She then concentrated on this elazığ escort lower area, increasing the intensity until she was really laying them on hard. Her spanks echoed like gunshots around the room and the sting in my bottom was unbearable. I howled out loud when she started on the backs of my thighs, kicking my legs wildly, and trying to get up by placing my hands on her knees, in an effort to get away from her onslaught. She stopped immediately. “You were warned not to struggle Angus but you choose to disobey me, do you?” “I’m sorry Miss but it’s so sore – it stings so much – I can’t bear it!” “Nonsense Angus! – I’ve hardly started. You’ll be begging me to stop by the time I’m finished. Now get up!” I quickly stood by her side, grateful for the relief, but fearful of where we might be heading. She got up and left the room for a minute before returning with a solid looking bath brush. She stood before me and stared into my eyes while slapping the brush very firmly into the palm of her hand. “Yes Angus, actions have consequences, and you’re about to atone for your actions lad – you certainly are! Now take your clothes off and get back across my knee. We’ll see how you enjoy this brush across your bare bottom!”I slowly removed my clothes as she sat herself down on the chair. I was about to go back over her knee when she held me back a moment. She lifted the hem of her skirt right back to reveal her thighs to me. She was wearing a black underskirt and her legs were clad in sheer black stockings with white suspenders attached on the tops of her legs and at the sides. She wasn’t wearing knickers and I now had a clear view of the thick dark bush I’d glimpsed yesterday. “Yes – why don’t you have a good, long look Angus – do you like what you see?” She reached down and held her lips apart with both hands so I could see her glistening slit and the lighter coloured nub of flesh at the top. “You’d better take a good, long look Angus because I’m going to thrash your bare bottom very hard with this brush, so you might as well get your money’s worth!!”In spite of her spanking, my cock was rock hard now and she reached out and grasped it firmly in her right hand. “I can see you’re enjoying this far to much Angus – stand here between my thighs.” Using my cock to steer me, she positioned me between her legs facing her left thigh, and I now understood why she’d rolled back her skirt. “Bend over Angus, over this knee. That’s it – now stretch your legs out and give me your hand – no, not that one – the other one!”She now had me positioned over her left knee with her right leg clamped over the back of my thighs. My right arm was twisted into the small of my back and she gripped my wrist firmly there, with her left hand. She placed the heavy brush across my shoulders and then massaged my bottom with her right hand. “Yes Angus, that seems quite comfortable, don’t you think? I think this will stop you struggling too much and we should manage to roast these buns for a good five minutes or so, without too much fuss!”She picked up the brush and tapped my bottom with it a few times before pausing for a full minute then cracking it down hard on both cheeks. She got into a steady rhythm, delivering a very firm blow every three or four seconds, alternating cheeks. My arse was on fire, really sore, and the lower part of my bottom was very tender to her touch. I was sobbing quite openly now and I howled out loud with every blow. After two or three minutes she paused and rubbed my arse all over, massaging my cheeks and stroking my balls from behind.“I make that fifty Angus and I can’t understand why you’re making such a fuss. Do you want me to get the cane out Angus and take the skin off this pretty bottom. Well do you?? Speak up lad!!”“No Miss! Please don’t cane me! It’s so sore Miss, so sore. I couldn’t stand the cane Miss. Please Miss, not the cane Miss!” “Well I think I’ll be the judge of that, but for the time being we’ll just concentrate on this brush teaching your naughty bottom a severe lesson. We’ll move on to the hard strokes now and, if you continue to be such a baby, then I certainly will be caning you before you leave. You mark my words Angus – I know how to cane a bare bottom – I’ll have you screaming blue murder and you won’t sit down this week, I can assure you!” I was terrified at the prospect of the cane – my bottom was on fire already and I couldn’t imagine what a cane could do in hands of someone so experienced at inflicting pain. Morag re-commenced my thrashing but now the strokes were heavier, quite thuddy, but much less frequent and after a minute or so I could no longer feel the pain, my bottom being numbed to it. She slowed down and eventually stopped completely, placing the brush on the floor and massaging my cheeks again while my tears fell to the floor around her feet. “That’s it Angus, you have a good cry and think about what a naughty boy you’ve been. You deserved your thrashing but I think you’ve probably had enough now. Why don’t you kneel between my legs now, and give me a hug”I knelt on the floor and she pulled me close to her. I wrapped my arms around her hips and nestled my head between her breasts. My bottom was well and truly scorched but I felt quite secure between her thighs as she stroked my hair and lightly caressed my bottom. “Your bottom feels super hot Angus, no more than you deserved however, but I think it’s time to reflect on your bad behavior and how you’re going to change your ways. I want you to come with me now” She led me out of the lounge by the hand and down the hall, past the kitchen and into a good sized bedroom, which looked out towards the hills to the East. “Stand in that corner Angus and think about how actions have consequences and how you’re going to improve yourself. That’s it. Now put your hands on your head. Good lad – now keep your eyes to the front.”I heard her enter the bathroom and close the door but I could hear her using the toilet and then flushing it. A few minutes later and she was back in the bedroom, where I could hear her opening and closing drawers, before she asked me to turn around and face her. She stood with her hands on her hips and her super breasts pushing out against her top. She looked very fetching indeed, and I was conscious of my cock starting to twitch and rise as I drank in her dominant beauty. “Come here Angus, and sit on the bed with me”She sat down and patted the bed next to her. I gingerly sat beside her and she reached over and held my cock, never breaking eye contact. “You and I are going to have a chat Angus, about the birds and the bees” she smiled. You’re going to be completely honest escort elazığ and open, and answer all my questions. If you lie to me, then you’d better be very good at it because, if I even suspect you lying, then it’s the cane you’ll be getting, and as hard as I can lay it on, and that’s very hard, believe me boy! Very hard indeed!! Her face was like thunder as she spoke but she broke into a smile and was sweetness personified as she asked her first question.“So Angus, do tell me. Have you ever had a girl before? I mean properly – fucked her, that is? Not in your wanking chariot, but for real? Her pussy – your cock. You know how it goes – don’t you?” I blushed furiously and looked to the floor, wishing it would swallow me up, not wishing to meet her eye. “Stand up Angus” She stood beside me and turned her back to me.“Undo the zipper on my skirt and help me off with it please” I undid the button and lowered her zip and then slowly eased her skirt down over her hips, pulling it down an inch or two on either side at a time, until it fell clear of her bottom. She rested her hand on my shoulder and raised one foot at a time as I helped her skirt over her tall black heels. “Take my slip off too Angus” I repeated the procedure for the silky black underskirt and as I knelt there, I stole a quick look at her stockinged thighs and suspenders, neatly framing her dark curly bush. She rolled her top up and over her shoulders, revealing her white suspender belt and black bra to me. Her bra was a very full affair, but it still struggled to contain her superb breasts, which were spilling over the top. “Thank you Angus. Now go to the wardrobe there and bring me back the cane that’s hanging up on the right hand end of the rail.” My surprised look obviously annoyed her.“ Well hurry up lad – we haven’t got all day!!” I crossed the room to the wardrobe and opened the right hand door towards me and searched among the blouses and skirts hanging there. I discovered a type of hanger usually used for storing a number of trouser belts. It was a short piece of wood hanging from the rail to which there were attached a number of brass hooks around the circumference. There were two ladies fashion belts hanging from it, but I also noticed a heavy brown leather tawse and a broad black strap, made of thick rubber, and attached to a wooden handle. Beside this belt hanger I found two crook handled canes hanging from the wardrobe rail. One was a light straw colour but the other was a darker colour and much thicker than the first one. I lifted down the light coloured one and closed the door. Morag took the cane from me and flexed it between her hands before whipping it down very hard on the cover of the bed. The loud thwack filled the room but she flexed the cane again and this time raised it high above her head before putting all of her weight behind a mighty blow. The noise was like someone slamming a door shut and the impact left a deep furrow in the duvet cover, with a small cloud of cotton dust rising around the cane. I would do everything in my power to avoid a caning, having witnessed this display, and if she’d meant to scare the shit out of me she’d certainly succeeded. I resolved to follow her instructions to the letter. “Yes Angus, this one would do nicely but yours is a particularly naughty bottom so we’ll have the other cane please, the dragon cane, if you don’t mind.”She handed me the cane and I returned it to the wardrobe. The dragon cane, as she called it, was much heavier and quite stiff by comparison. “I’d thought my instructions were quite clear Angus about answering my questions?”“Oh yes Miss, they were Miss”“But you chose to ignore them nonetheless?”“I’m sorry Miss?”“I asked you a clear question about whether you’d fucked a girl before and I’m still waiting for an answer?”“Oh – I’m sorry Miss, I didn’t realise Miss. No Miss”“No what Miss? No you haven’t fucked yet or no you didn’t realise?”“The girl Miss.” “I beg your pardon?”“I have, I have, I haven’t Miss” I stammered.“Make up your bloody mind Angus! Have you, or have you not fucked a girl yet? Yes or no Angus!”“Er – no Miss, not really Miss.”“Thank you Angus. I’m glad we’ve established that. I’m not surprised seeing you’re such a dither. Now in future Angus you’ll answer my questions quickly and clearly, OK?”“Yes Miss”“Thank you Angus – now shall we sit down again?”“Yes Miss” She lay the cane on the bed sat down and reached out to hold my hand. I was almost sitting beside her when she spoke.“Actually Angus, I think I really need to be sure”“I’m sorry Miss?”“That you’re paying attention”“But I am Miss”“Yes, Yes but for how long”“Well – always Miss”“Oh I doubt that Angus!” she laughed. “No we’d better just be sure and give you a few licks of the dragon to help you concentrate”“I’ll make sure there’s no need for that in future Miss” I laughedShe ignored me completely and went to the headboard and removed two pillows before returning and placing one on top of the other at the foot of the bed. “Pass me the cane Angus and then bend over these pillows and stretch your legs out on the floor.” “Oh no Miss, please Miss, not the cane Miss!”“Don’t be such a baby, you’re only getting two strokes, so get across those pillows. Come on now Angus – it’s for your own good” she said softly as if to a c***d. “I couldn’t take it Miss, please Miss”“That’ll be four now Angus, and we’re working to the cube rule here, so it’s eight then sixteen and you don’t want either, I can assure you” Her tone was firmer now and didn’t invite a response. I bent over the pillows and gripped two handfuls of duvet cover in the middle of the bed. The pillows lifted my bottom above the level of my head and I stretched my legs out until only my toes and the balls of my feet were touching the carpet. I turned my head to the left and I could see her standing to the side of the bed with the cane bent in an arc between her hands, both thumbs to the inside and helping force the stiff rod into an upward curve. As I watched she stepped onto the bed with her left foot while her right foot remained on the floor. This brought her slightly closer to me and she placed the cane on my still tender bottom. I could see the underside of her raised thigh from my low viewpoint. The suspender, attached to the welt of her stocking at the back, cut in to her arse cheek as it disappeared from view. A substantial tuft of dark curly hair sprouted down from the area between her pussy and her arsehole, and I could smell her arousal as she slowly rubbed the cane up and down my bottom. In those few moments she was a goddess, and I breathed deeply and thrust my erection into the duvet. elazığ escort bayan I felt the mattress tilt towards her as she transferred her weight to her left foot and raised the cane high above her head. Her face wore a grimace of determined concentration as if she were about to unleash her hardest tennis serve, hurtling down the centre line between the courts. Thwack!!! Fifeteen – Love. Both cheeks, and right on the crown of my bottom – my feet scrabble on the floor. Thwack!!! Thirty – Love. Lower now and even harder than the first – searing pain and I raise my hips completely clear of the bed by pushing my hands down to try and manage the pain. Thwack!! Forty – Love. Another scorcher – straight on top of number two and I scream out loudly and beg for mercy. Thwack!!!! Game to MacDonald – just in, this time, but bang on the line where arse meets thigh. I can’t describe the pain and I’m now howling and bucking my hips up and down on the pillows. My arse is throbbing, as my pulse hammers the blood through the ridged weals. Four aces without return. She was awesome and I vowed never to test her resolve again. “Hopefully that will teach you some manners Angus but there’s plenty more where that came from if it’s what you’re needing.”She sat herself down on the corner of the bed and watched closely as I rubbed my bottom and sobbed into the duvet. She reached over and stroked the backs of my thighs for a while before lifting my leg towards her and then cupping my balls in her right hand.“Come and give me a hug Angus”She sat me down on her knee this time with both my legs between her thighs and my feet on the floor. Her right hand circled my cock and started to wank it quite firmly. She placed her other hand around the back of my neck and pulled my head down towards her face and kissed me full on the lips. “You’d be well advised to do as I say from now on Angus. Now kiss me properly this time”She pushed her tongue into my mouth and squeezed my cock as we kissed. Her hand dropped to my balls and gently pulled them downwards, stroking them lightly and then gently squeezing them. I kissed her back, our tongues intertwined and I placed my hand on her breast, feeling her prominent nipple through the warm material of her bra. “Undo my bra and take it off for me Angus”I stood between her legs and reached around to unhook her bra and then eased the shoulder straps up her arms to help it off. Her left hand dropped to my bottom and her fingers traced the ridged weals across my cheeks where the cane had bitten. Her right hand continued to caress my balls and I reached down and weighed both of her magnificent warm breasts in my hands. I tweaked the erect nipples between my fingers and thumbs and she gasped her arousal. She slid off the bed and knelt between my feet and placed a hand on each of my bottom cheeks. Her mouth opened and her tongue licked the head of my cock. She paused for a moment then used a ring formed by her finger and thumb to roll my foreskin back, exposing my engorged plumb beneath, before returning her hand to my bottom and pulling me forward. Her mouth engulfed my cock and her tongue slid over and around my sensitive bell-end for a few minutes before opening her mouth even wider and drawing my throbbing cock right in. My entire length was now lodged in her throat, and I could feel her snake like tongue licking the underside of my balls. She withdrew partially and started bobbing her head up and down on my cock, her lips and teeth applying light pressure to the rim of my helmet and taking perhaps just half of my cock into her mouth at each stroke. I rested my hands on her head and started to thrust my hips forward in time with her, and within a minute or so I could feel my balls starting to tighten and my spunk rising. I’d experienced the feeling during many bouts of frantic wanking and I knew I was about to blow off. “I’m going to come Miss, I’m coming, watch out!”She sucked my whole length in and spanked my arse hard with her right hand while squeezing my balls firmly with her left. My dam burst and I shot seven or eight heavy blasts of spunk down her throat as I fucked her face and she walloped my arse. My knees buckled, but she held me up and pushed me back on the bed and then quickly climbed up and straddled my legs. She wanked my cock briskly and coaxed three or four minor shots out onto my stomach before she finally stopped. “That was quite a show Angus!” She smiled as she gently traced her fingers around my big plumb. The feeling was hard to bear and I was sure I would piss myself if she didn’t stop. I caught her hand and pulled her to her feet and held her in my arms and kissed her again. I let my hands slip down her back and over her firm bottom and started to knead her buns and stroke her upper thighs. I clutched both cheeks firmly in my hands and pressed my still hard cock against her hairy bush and started to hump myself on her mound. “Steady now Angus! I think you’re due me a little pleasure before you start that nonsense, so get on your knees between my legs – come on now!”Reluctantly I pushed her away and she positioned herself sitting on the edge of the bed, while I knelt down between her legs. She raised herself up on her elbows and looked me in the eye. “Now Angus dear, let me tell you what happens next” she smiled. “Your going to suck my puss, very gently, and following my instructions to the letter. You will roll the tip of your tongue around my clitoris and gently around the lips of my fanny. The instructions will be “clit” and “lips” – do you understand?”“Yes Miss”“Furthermore, when instructed you will insert one or more fingers into my fanny or my bottom and gently pump them in and out, faster or slower as directed at the time – understand?”“Yes, I think so Miss”“Good Angus! Now we should talk about remedies at this stage I think?” “What’s that Miss?” “It’s what will happen if you fail to carry out my instructions or are unsuccessful in making me come. Twice. I think it’s best we keep it simple – let’s just say a two minute leathering with the heavy tawse followed by twelve hard strokes of the cane on your bare bottom. Yes, that should be a strong enough incentive, don’t you think so?”I was lost for words at the thought of such a thrashing, but I quickly nodded my head and she smiled back at me before opening her legs wide to show me her treasure. Her fanny was most impressive up close and she used her fingers to part her lips and reveal her inner sanctum. Her inner lips were bright pink and glistening in the light and her prominent clitoris, shaped like an acorn, presided over things from the top of her gash. I moved in close, and could feel the heat radiating from her skin, and the moist surfaces of her lips gave off a musky aroma, which was quite pleasant and made my cock twitch between my thighs. “Right Angus, you can start on my lips now. That’s it – gently now!”

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