6 comments/ 61478 views/ 9 favorites The Old School By: MidnightPoet There's an old school on the hill by my house. It's been closed for years, and I've never quite understood why it hasn't been torn down. The lawn is over grown and it had been vandalized for years. Broken glass scattered the lawn outside, and hardly a window was unbroken. The only thing that had been done for it was boarding up the windows on the first floor to deter rebellious teenage kids from breaking in...not that it worked. There were rumors about it, and stories. I'd starting hearing them from the very first time I laid eyes on the school, and that's when my fascination began. Some said it was built on an Indian burial ground. Others said that someone had gone crazy and killed a bunch of kids in there. I knew these weren't true, because when it was open, a functioning catholic school, my grandmother attended it. There are no records of murder, suicide, or any burial ground. When I was nine years old, someone told me that if you stopped in front of it, you would die within 5 years. The day before hearing that, I had stopped to tie my shoe across the street from the old school. As I lived past the age of 14, I knew that was also untrue. I did find out that every building that had ever been built in that spot had burnt down. Sure enough, I woke up one morning in middle school to a knock on the door, my neighbor telling us that the school was on fire. The gym part of the school was rubble, but the rest stood. And still nothing was done to tear it down. Whatever else may be untrue about the old school, I knew, deep in my bones, that there was something evil there or perhaps the school itself was evil. The first time I broke into it was at the age of 18. I could tell you countless stories of things that have happened to me in, around, or involving the school. But there's only one story I want to tell you, of the very last time I ever went into the school. It was last Halloween. I had always wanted to go to the school on Halloween night, but my friends thought I was crazy, and no one would come with me. So I had to go alone, and I wasn't going to put it off any longer. My boyfriend's best friend was having a huge Halloween costume party, and I knew we had to make an appearance there. Thankfully, his house was only a block away from the old school. Kevin and I got ready and in costume together at my house. He was going as a pimp, and I was his whore for the night. Standing there in his fur coat and ridiculous pimp hat, he stared at me, lust building in his eyes. I have to say, I was quite a sight. I was wearing a tight black spaghetti strap top that formed to my C-cup breasts, which were pushed up nicely by my black strapless bra, and came to just above my belly button. A few inches of my slim, firm tummy showed above the waist of my low-riding denim skirt. The skirt itself was only about 6 inches long, and when I bent over, my black lace thong was clearly visible. I was wearing shear, thigh-high stockings that ended just below the bottom of my skirt and black open-toed platform shoes completed the outfit. My short red hair hung just slightly over my eyes, which were accented with a touch of black eyeliner and mascara. Kevin stared at me like that for a few minutes, before moving over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist, and pulling me hard against him for a deep kiss. My panties grew instantly damp, as I felt lust for him grow deep in my belly at his rough touch, and returned the kiss with enthusiasm. "Mmmm, hunnie, we can't, we'll be late," I said as we broke the kiss, and I could feel his hardness pressing against my tummy. "Just a quickie?" He asked, pleadingly, his voice breathy and full of desire. "I'll make it up to you when we get home," I promised, winking and walking away, swaying my hips seductively. He let out a low groan and followed me out the door. We decided to walk to his friend Brandon's house, since it was within a few blocks. Our walking path took us right by the old school, and I could feel energies flowing from it; I could almost feel it hating me. I started to have doubts. 'No.' I told myself. 'It's Halloween, and you need to go in there.' I firmed my resolve, and we kept walking to Brandon's, Kevin having no idea what I was planning. We arrived at the party to find it in full swing, full of vampires and angels, witches and ghosts, most of whom were well on their way to being drunk. Upon entering we were each handed a beer and started to mingle. It was your typical drunken Halloween party. People were making out all over the place, costumes getting messed up, and make up smeared. I left Kevin's side temporarily to go to the bathroom, and came back to find him funneling beer with his friends. I decided this was my time. Stopping for a moment to let Karen, Brandon's girlfriend, know that I was going for a walk, I left. I walked to the old school, and went up the drive way around to the back door, where I knew an easy way to get in. I cursed my sluttish costume for a moment, knowing that it would make this expedition harder. At the back door, I ditched the platform shoes and nylons, knowing that there was a chance I could cut my bare foot on broken glass, but not wanting to risk tripping or slipping. I boosted myself up onto the railing of the staircase leading to the boarded up, tightly sealed door, and tossed my purse through the window above the door. I followed it, crawling through the tight window frame and dropped to the floor on the other side. I took out the small flashlight I had stored in my purse, and proceeded inwards to the vandalized, crumbling halls I had come to know so well. From the second I had set foot in the driveway next to the school, I knew it was alive with energy tonight, and I longed to feel it more, as much as it terrified me. I was not disappointed when I entered; I knew something was going to happen tonight. The air inside was colder by far than the fall air I had walked there in, and I felt goose bumps forming on my skin. I was excited and terrified all at once at the thoughts of what might happen. The combination of feelings caused my pussy to dampen once again as my heart raced. I was so turned on by fear and the unknown. My feet led me to my favorite room, which I am pretty sure must have been the chapel. It was a large, high ceiling room, empty except for an altar directly across from the door way, and a crucifix behind it. This room had been vandalized badly. There were dirt and paint chips all over the floor, as well as shards of glass from the many broken windows. Spray paint covered the wall, most of it representing the occult and anti-Catholicism. The broken windows were 2 floors up and looked out onto the street, and light from the street lamps shone inside. I turned off my flashlight and stored it back inside my purse. Just then, I heard footsteps in the hallway. My heart stopped in my chest, and I held my breath, backing as soundlessly as I could into a dark corner. I stared toward the doorway as I heard the footsteps nearing the room I was in. I said a silent prayer to whatever gods may have been listening to me, in that evil place, on that haunted night. A dark silhouette suddenly stood framed in the doorway. The head was a horribly unnatural shape, and I tried to shrink back in the corner to avoid being seen. What was with me tonight? What did it want from me? I couldn't breathe for fear, and I was sure it heard the heavy pounding in my chest. "Anna?" a voice called out from the shadow in the door. I let out the large breath I had been holding in, and my heart starting beating in my chest once more. "Oh, thank heaven, it's you, Kevin," I said, stepping from the shadows. He took a step forward too, and smiled at me. "What the fuck are you doing here scaring the shit out of me?" I asked, mock angrily, "Last I knew you were funneling excessive amounts of beer." He shrugged. "Saw you leave and decided to follow you. Wanted some alone time." He winked. The room went black. It was as though the street lights and the moon had both decided to turn themselves off at the same time, and I felt myself thrown back by some huge invisible barrier. The small of my back slammed against what felt like the front edge of the altar, and the darkness consumed me. I don't know how long it was before I came around. The room was once more filled with the dim yellow light coming through the window, and Kevin was standing over me. I knew something was wrong immediately. Where I expected to see fear and concern in his light grey eyes, I saw lust and darkness and hunger from almost black eyes. "K-kevin?" My voice wavered as I spoke to him. "Wh-what the hell just happened?" He continued staring down at me, not saying a word. I noticed that his pimp costume was gone; he was standing in front of me, naked, his penis standing up, throbbing and hard. I realized I was laying on the altar still, my legs hanging off the edge. I tried to get up from my vulnerable position, but felt glued to the spot from Kevin's intense gaze. Never taking his eyes from mine, he lifted my legs, and placed my feet flat on the altar. Again, I tried to struggle, but could not move. I tried to cry out, to ask him just what the hell was going on, but my voice caught in my throat, and only a strangled groan escaped my lips. My legs were spread, my barely covered, still damp pussy exposed to him. The harder I tried to struggle, the more firmly I felt glued to the spot. I gave up, and lay there, whimpering silently, my mind begging him to stop, my pussy asking for him desperately. His large hands suddenly reached forward and pushed my shirt and bra up over my firm breasts. He finally broke eye contact, but I still felt nailed to the spot, or rather, as though something I couldn't see was holding me motionless. One hand grabbed my left breast, hard and rough, so that I was sure I'd have bruises tomorrow (if I lived that long), and his mouth closed down around the other, already rock-hard, nipple. A muffled moan escaped my lips, but my voice was still trapped somewhere in my wind pipe. I felt his mouth raving my nipple, sucking hard, biting, sending sharp pains through my breast as his fingers pinched and pulled on my other nipple. Without warning he switched, and his fingers found the slippery nipple he'd already coated in saliva, while his mouth began to bite and suck at the other one. My pussy was swollen and soaking and begging for attention, while my heart pounded with fear and arousal. He stopped the ravaging of my breasts as quickly as he started, and stared into my eyes again. His fingers slid down my belly, across the denim of my skirt, and between my legs, where he ripped my thong and tore it off. I felt two fingers slam into my pussy without ceremony and his mouth came down, and his teeth clamped on my neck. His fingers slammed in and out of me and pain concentrated on the spot on my neck where he bit me. The strangled groans coming out of me sounded inhuman and felt as though they were solid in my throat and choking me. When he seemed sure my pussy was wet enough (dripping down my ass crack, as a matter of fact), he pulled his fingers out of my snatch and shoved them in my mouth. My tongue responded on its own, licking my sweet juices off of them. My mind told me to bite, to try to put an end to this horror, but my mouth didn't cooperate. I felt my legs being spread wider as he stepped in between them, and this was all the warning I had before his cock plunged, balls deep, into me. I screamed, but it was lost in my throat, and all that came out was a squeak. He tore my pussy in two as he pounded in and out of me, leaving me full, then empty again. A tear slid from my eye at the pain and pleasure, horror and lust that were filling me, and I started to orgasm. I'm not sure if any sound escaped me; I was lost in a bliss that I had never felt before. In my mind I was screaming in ecstasy. When it finally subsided, I looked up at him to see him staring down at me lustfully, groaning as he shot his seed deep inside me. All of a sudden, the force holding me down released me as he stepped back. He was still different, not the Kevin I went to the party with, as though whatever was in the school had possessed him and changed him. The fear that I had been holding back, hiding behind the desire, resurfaced. I shoved him back and got up, running as fast as I could through the familiar hallways, feeling my foot sliced open by glass. I heard his heavy footsteps behind me and ran faster. I reached the back door, and jumped with a force I didn't know I had, catching the window ledge and pulling myself up. Once outside, I hit the ground, running as fast as I could, ignoring my nylons and shoes still sitting on the ground at the foot of the back stairs. My feet led me toward Brandon's house, where I knew there were people. I needed to feel protected and safe, even if it was by a bunch of drunken people. I found the party still in full force as I went sprinting up the front walk, past a couple of passed out costumed party-goers, to the front door. I threw myself inside, almost tripping over a figure out cold in the front hallway, and found Karen. "K-k-kevin!!" Was all I managed to stammer out as my lungs begged for air, and I stood there, a ragged mess, cum still dripping down my leg, trying to catch my breath. "Shh, hun, it's okay," she said, quietly, concern filling her eyes. "He just passed out from drinking too much. He's been out cold since about 15 minutes after you left." She gestured to the figure in the fur coat laying in the front hallway. "Don't worry, he'll wake up soon and we can put him to bed. He'll be fine." The Old Schoolhouse The Schoolhouse was Rob and Penny's first home together and it was perfect. The grey stone building had lots of character and was set in a very private garden just outside the village which was only an hour's commute to Rob's office. Rob's recent promotion meant that Penny had been able to give up her IT job with a major corporation and the aim was for her to work from home setting up the software business which she had always wanted to run. But before that she would spend her days while Rob was at work clearing out their new home. One room in particular was loaded almost from floor to ceiling with junk which possibly went back to its original purpose before it went derelict. She had been at the job for two days and made good progress when she found the block. At first she did not know what it was and thought that it was simply an old chest but then she realised that it had leather straps attached at strategic points. Penny went over her find with a wet cloth and saw the padded top on what was basically a hollow wooden block. She stood back in silence as she realised that she had found a whipping block. As she moved around it her foot knocked over what looked like an umbrella stand and spilt crook handled canes of various sizes and weights onto the dusty floorboards. Penny picked up the punishment implements one by one. The first was very light weight and she hardly felt it when she gave it a test whack on the leg of her jeans. Perhaps this was the junior cane; it would deliver a nasty sting to an outstretched hand. The cane which was surely the senior cane was of dark rattan and was quite heavy. As Penny swished it through the air it wobbled. Rob and Penny had never done anything in any way kinky in their sex life together but there was an indefinable tingle as Penny stood there holding the cane and staring at the block. What must it have felt like to be strapped down with one's bare bottom exposed and waiting helplessly for the first stroke to find its mark? Her hand went of its own accord to stroke her bumcheek and she tried to imagine painful red ridges which would prevent her from sitting down. It would be unbearably embarrassing to have to eat her tea standing up as Rob sat down at table perhaps with the cane on the white tablecloth beside him. It would be horrible and yet...there was something..why was she even thinking these thoughts? It was as if the whipping block had some power of its own. Was this the very room in which Victorian bottoms had been punished? Penny looked up at the rafters and heard the echo of high pitched screams coming back at her. She was a nice respectable middle class young married woman who had always thought of herself as well balanced but, if she was so well balanced, what was all that business with her sister? Penny's older sister had qualified as a barrister and had recently delivered to her parents their first grandchild. For all her life Penny had felt herself in the shadow of her gifted sibling. Their parents had never done or said anything to encourage this irrational belief but theirs was a family which valued achievement and hard work. Penny had never quite reached the peak. Deep within her subconscious mind she felt herself lazy, someone who had always fallen short of the success of her sister. She gave the senior cane a hard swish at her own bottom and, even through her jeans, she gave a little cry as the stroke landed. She deserved a good bit of punishment. Perhaps if she took her punishment she could excise the guilt which she felt at being second best. Penny continued with the task of clearing the room and found it very hot work. She stopped for a breather and mopped the perspiration from her brow with her sleeve. She looked around with her eye again being drawn to the whipping block as her mind filled with an image of unfortunate girls having their skirts raised and their drawers lowered; would the punisher have denuded the girls or would they have been ordered to do it themselves? A couple of times in her teens Penny had played strip poker with her girl friends and it had felt deliciously humiliating to be told to undress with others watching. Of course the girls had all seen each other undressing in the school changing room but then one tended to face the wall out of modesty. It was very different to have to stand in the middle of the room while one's fellows chorused, "Penny loses, get the knickers off girl." Wooden chairs had been thrown into a heap at one end of the room and Penny had no idea of what lay under the heap. She was hot already and moving the chairs would be a very sweaty and uncomfortable job. Well she was alone so what harm could it do to make herself more comfortable? She peeled down her jeans and then dragged the dusty t shirt up over her hair then she thought that she did not want her underwear covered in dust and cobwebs when she did her furniture moving so she shed her underwear rendering herself nude. As she did so she fantasised a stern male voice giving her orders. "Penny you will complete your task naked as a punishment." She turned in her lip and whined out loud. "Oh Sir please let me keep my knickers on." Of course her phantom overseer had no mercy and her pathetic request was denied. Once the naked young woman had moved the chairs she discovered several old fashioned school desks with lifting tops and at the centre of the pile was the teacher's desk which was a very substantial piece of furniture. Penny arranged the desks into two rows with a chair behind each and then, by pressing her whole body against it, she managed to slide the big desk into position at the front of the room with a chair behind it. By this time Penny needed to prepare the evening meal as Rob would be home quite soon so she had a very quick shower and dressed before going to the kitchen. That evening she showed Rob what she had found and in particular the whipping block and canes. She giggled in a coquettish fashion as he stood in the schoolroom surveying her work. "You could make sure I was a really good and obedient girl for you." The two of them actually discussed every decision to be made and agreed on a way forward but, to Penny's delight, Rob did not dismiss her light hearted suggestion and he went along with the game. "You would have to smarten your ideas up young lady." No more was said on the subject that evening but the next day Penny returned to her work in the school room. There were many small items like broken picture frames and even an ironing board to be loaded into the car and taken to the tip but she found herself standing in front of the whipping block just staring at it. She loved Rob with every fibre of her being and she did want to be a good wife. She had only been a wife for a very short time and that culture of achievement she had brought from her growing up clicked into play. Rob was too good hearted and considerate to criticise her so he would probably overlook her flaws but she did not want to have flaws. What was needed was some system so that her faults could be dealt with in an organised way. Penny had heard of couples who divorced and it was only at the end that they discussed things which had annoyed each other for years. "You never put the top back on the toothpaste." "For years I have hated the way you dropped your smelly socks on the floor." That would not happen to Rob and Penny. They would deal with these things so that they were not allowed to fester. By around lunchtime Penny considered that she had done all she could in the schoolroom so she showered and had a snack during which a plan formed in her mind. She was a very organised person and liked to make lists and have a clear idea of what was to be done. Such people tend to be naturally drawn into structured play and ritual. She went about phase one of her plan in her typical meticulous fashion. In the bedroom Penny went through her wardrobe and selected a plain black skirt, equally plain white blouse which buttoned to the neck and a pair of white socks on which she carefully rolled down the tops making sure both were precisely the same length. Her attire was somehow incomplete and she began to go through Rob's ties. One of them was perfect for what she wanted and she adorned herself with one had diagonal stripes in blue and white. Her underwear consisted of a brief white bra and a pair of white cotton knickers which came right up to her waist. The effect was rounded off by a pair of flat, black sensible shoes. This was the picture which greeted Rob when he arrived home from work and penny steered him into the school room where she sat behind one of the desks looking up at him. Rob was clearly impressed with what she had achieved and Penny made her pitch. "I thought we could keep it as a feature, a sort of tribute to the roots of the building. We won't need this room until we have to think about a nursery and that won't be for a while yet." Rob sat down on the desk and Penny took a deep breath as she got to the meat of her plan. This was the point where Rob might dismiss the idea as absurd. "It could be our little secret together. Wouldn't you like to have me bent over that block and totally at your mercy?" She knew her husband well enough to detect the slight dimple at the corner of his mouth which, when she saw it in the bedroom, indicated that she had raised his interest. Now was her chance to press home her advantage. "To be honest I am dying to know what it would feel like. You could have a secret affair with a naughty schoolgirl and know that your wife would never find out." Rob could tell that Penny wanted to play this game and he wanted to indulge her if it gave her pleasure. He did not at that point admit to himself that Penny had tugged on a string which leads right to the very darkest place in the male psyche. Puberty kicks in during one's school years so virtually every man's first interest in the opposite sex involves crisp school blouses and the occasional glimpse of school pants on the hockey field. But Rob had to make sure that he understood what Penny was saying. "You want me to strap you down over that thing?" Her eyes went to the floor. "Yes please Rob." "I've never hit a woman in my life." She handed him the senior cane. "I want you to. I'm sure I'll scream but once a number of strokes has been set we have to agree that we will go through with it. Please." Rob was silent for a moment and then he made his decision. "Well let's get on with it then." Penny began to lower herself onto the block but Rob had other ideas. "I have had a hard day, I have not had my dinner and you are the laziest, most insolent girl in the entire school so we are going to do this properly. You will take your punishment naked." Penny could hardly believe that this was her husband. She slowly stood up and found that his harsh manner had shocked her into meek submission. "But Sir it's only the two of us here. Don't you think...." He raised his voice. "Sykes, you have thirty seconds to remove every last stitch of clothing and get yourself over that block." Penny noticed the use of her single name and she began to tear off her clothing leaving it to fall to the floorboards. She found that she was breathless as her naked belly came down onto the padded top of the box. She felt Rob pull the broad leather strap over her back and buckle it tightly to the side of the box so that she was being pressed down. Next he took her delicate wrists and strapped each one to the fixing at the base of the box on each side. Penny felt extremely vulnerable as her head hung over the front of the box and her hair cascaded down untidily. She felt Rob grip her left ankle and drag it to the side of the box where he strapped it in place and then he did the same to her right ankle so that she was riding the box like a jockey. The helpless young woman was very aware of the cold air on her exposed pussy; she was also uncomfortably aware that she was displaying herself with her legs wide apart like a cheap whore. She found that she could hardly breathe because she was so tense and she was beginning to regret the time she had spent that afternoon in shaving her pussy hair so that Rob was presented with a white, smooth pussy. In his present mood that little bit of extra provocation just might be a step too far. If he were careless with that heavy cane and even just the tip of it found her sensitive private parts it would be agony. Rob's voice was very commanding and Penny could tell that he was completely in character as the merciless martinet. "So Miss Sykes, how many strokes did we say?" This was his way of checking how many she thought that she could take and the number six was out of her mouth before her brain really caught up. It was maddening that she could not twist her head far enough round to see Rob standing behind the block and there seemed to be a very long pause when he made no sound and no stroke of the cane landed. Penny became convinced that he had changed his mind about going through with her caning and that made the shock even worse when the cane struck across the centre of her left buttock. It was not actually a hard stroke but the shock factor tripled its effect and Penny's body tensed as every muscle fought the restraining straps and she howled in pain. Again there was a pause and then the next stroke connected with her right buttock. Rob had swung this one with much more effort and his helpless victim heard the swish an instant before her flesh caught fire. Again her body tried to react against the pain but the block was very well designed and built and it allowed her virtually no movement at all. She simply had to lie there presenting a perfect target. Strokes three and four came almost at once -- left then right so their pain was added to that which she was still trying to absorb from the previous ones. Her mouth was wide open and tears were flowing down her cheeks as her response to her whipping came out as a continuous scream. Rob left a short pause then stroke five came up under her right cheek and it caught her exactly in that tender little crease where thigh swells out into buttock. He silently counted to two then he laid on the final stroke with all his strength as a diagonal across the left cheek. Penny's head went back and she thought her lungs would explode with the ferocity of her wild yell of agony. She had lost count and was uncertain whether or not she had another stroke to come. She was sure that she simply could not bear to be struck again. Penny felt the strap over her back being released then Rob was kneeling in front of the horse freeing her wrists. She did not have the strength to raise her arms even when they were free so she simply lay there aware of the slick of perspiration which covered her entire body. He unstrapped her ankles and gently pulled her from the box but she could not stand so he supported her slim form as he walked her the few feet to the teacher's desk and allowed her to lay belly down with her flesh in contact with the smooth, cool timber. As she lay there gripping the desk on either side of her head she felt Rob's gentle fingers stroking over the ridges which he had raised although he had not actually drawn blood. Then his fingers slid down the curve and into her intimate crease. He was stroking her pussylips and oh so very gently building up the pressure. Penny found that she was responding immediately and she began to gasp and wriggle. It had never happened before that he had brought her so close to orgasm by such a faint touch. It sounds a cliché but she actually roared at him to "FUCK ME PLEEES." He dragged on her legs so that she slid along the desk towards him and she rolled over with her legs in the air. Her damaged buttocks were not touching the desk because, with her legs up, her bum was facing Rob. She had not really been aware of him pulling out his erect member but she was definitely very aware of the hard rod ramming into her. She had unleashed a side of Rob which she had never seen before. He rammed into her again and again taking her quite brutally but she could not get enough of what he was doing and he only stopped when she was a wet, limp little heap gasping on her side on the desktop with her pubic area drenched in their shared juices. At some point they had a meal with Penny clad only in her thin cotton robe and then they made their way to bed where he again took her and she drifted into sleep on a tide of endorphins. She was again in just her robe when she stood on the doorstep kissing Rob before he set out for work the next morning. It was a deep passionate kiss which lasted a very long time but when they finally pulled apart his voice became stern before he got into the car. "Tonight I want to see a hundred lines. Naughty girls get their knickers taken down." She sat at her desk in the schoolroom doing her lines in a careful girlish hand but she also found time for some internet shopping. Over the next few days the schoolroom became adorned with a world map and a chart of the Royal Houses of England which hung either side of the wall mounted blackboard. On the ledge in front of the blackboard there were fresh coloured chalks. On a side wall was a huge round wall clock with a loud tick like the voice of doom and on the teacher's desk were several lined exercise books with the name P Sykes neatly written on the covers. Beside them was a folder marked "Punishment Book" and on the wall was a notice board bearing a large sheet headed "School Rules." The rules listed were very detailed. Virtually anything can be bought on the internet and one drawer of the teacher's desk contained three pairs or regulation knickers in maroon, navy and white as well as several pairs of brilliant white kneesocks and two plain white cotton vests. Young Miss Sykes became quite accustomed to doing without her bra. With her small breasts squeezed beneath her vest the white school blouse hardly bulged at all and she looked so innocent with her hair tied up in a pink scrunchie. Of course makeup and jewellery were expressly forbidden by the school rules. It was typical of an organised person like Penny that the two sides of her character almost became separate people. Penny remained the good middle class wife and she began work on her software project although it took on a new direction. She began to create and market a game called "Patricia's Perils" which was set in a schoolroom. Meanwhile Sykes really enjoyed having the freedom to return to the more carefree days of her youth. She did not have to think of such things as the mortgage but only to carrying out Sir's latest instructions. Sometimes Rob would be deliberately mean to her and when she was settling down to watch a programme on television to which she had been looking forward all week he would become stern with her. "Don't just lie around here Sykes. You are wanted in the schoolroom." She would pout and whine a little but, of course, she had to obey. Sometimes her detentions would begin with a few stingers on her hands before she was strapped down over the block. Afterwards she would be sent upstairs to shower and then she would slip downstairs in just white vest and knickers under her gown. Rob would take her onto his lap and enjoy the sweet, clean scent of the "First Flowers" shampoo which she had taken to using. His hand would find the place where she was softest and his ministrations would make her wriggle and squirm then he would whisper into her ear that perhaps they might go upstairs. Of course Penny would play her part up to the hilt. "Oo Sir, do you think we should? What about my mum?" Rob would nuzzle her face and assure her that no-one would ever know after all she was eighteen now.