The teaching of Charlotte Watkins

Gradually my breathing returned to normal and my sobbing subsided, the sore stinging sensation in my bum eased to be replaced with a pleasant numb feeling. I began to almost feel bored if that was at all possible and was contemplating moving or rubbing my bottom or something to provoke him in to further action. Then I heard the front door handle turn and the door creek open, “Stan, has that silly bitch turned up then”. It was  a woman’s voice and despite the incredible urge to run for my dress I remained still as a statue.

Mr Finch shouted “In here Jean, she is just spending some time in the corner where she belongs”. I could hear her enter the room, “Good lord”, she exclaimed, and amid torrents of laughter from them both she continued. “Oh Stan I can see you have been enjoying yourself while I have been out”. Her voice sounded vaguely familiar and I was trying to place it when he asked where my manners were and would I turn round and say hello to his wife.

I had no idea he was even married and I turned round to be greeted by the sight of the woman who worked on the checkout in the village shop. I had exchanged a few words with her every time I went there and was well aware she knew who I was. She was stood with her hands on her hips still in her “Tesco” uniform looking me up and down with the biggest smile on her face I had ever seen.

I spluttered my knickers out of my mouth, “Hello Mrs Finch”, I could hardly speak, my mouth was dry and I was on the verge of breaking down in tears this time with the humiliation not the pain I was suffering. She bent over and picked my knickers up placing them on top of my bra, “So have been enjoying your self prancing up and down in front of my husband showing everything you have got” she sneered. With out waiting for a reply she looked over at him and asked if I had given him any money to “sort me out” as she put it.

He laughed and pointed to the table, she walked over and picked the money up and counted it before looking back at me. “Oh this is hilarious” she laughed, “You gave him £100 to slap your arse”. Again they both bellowed with laughter “She knows how valuable my time is” he chortled. “You hardly get twice that amount for a full weeks work Stan” she exclaimed. “You must have more money than sense you stuck up little bitch” she said angrily.

“You complained to the manager a few weeks ago because I gave you 50p short in your change” she said, “And now look at you, bold as brass with your little baby tits and your dirty ginger muff on show and paying all that money for the privilege”. She continued to look me up and down “You’re a disgrace to women you pathetic little slut” she hissed.

She left the room announcing she was putting the kettle on and I turned to Mr Finch and asked would he mind if I could please have a cup of coffee. He nodded and shouted through to her, “Make the tart a coffee please will you Jean” he laughed. He then told me to go through to the kitchen and on the coat rack was a wide leather belt that he thought would be fun to use on my red rump.

I was relieved to put my hands down as they were starting to get a little cramp and I walked in to the kitchen. She turned to look at me and I explained I had been sent to fetch a belt. She pointed over to the wall and sniggered “Good, I can see your going to be a very sore young lady before you go home” she remarked. I held the belt in my hands and was shocked to feel how heavy it was, it was dark brown leather about 3 inches wide and looked like it was ancient.

He smiled as I handed him the belt and he caressed it almost lovingly as I stood hands at my sides in the middle of the room. Mrs Finch returned with a cup of coffee for me “Normally I would offer a guest a seat but I don’t want a filthy tart like you making a mark on my furniture” she muttered. He laughed at her comment but told her he would keep me occupied while I had my coffee.

After taking a few sips from the hot cup he told me turn round with my bottom facing him. He dangled the belt downwards with the buckle at the bottom and placed it on edge between my bum cheeks. He told me he expected me to clench my cheeks tight in order to hold the belt and to keep it there as long as I could. Mrs Finch sat opposite me in the chair and looked with such contempt at me. At first it was not too bad to hold the belt steady and I kept taking quick sips of my coffee.

“So has it been worth £100 Charlotte” she asked obviously highly amused. I had no hesitation in admitting that it was and I further caused her to gasp with surprise and indignation as I turned to look over to her. “I would be very grateful if I could pay your husband every week to treat me like the naughty little tart I am Mrs Finch”. She almost spilled her tea she laughed so much “My god Stan you have found yourself a full time job with this dirty cow”. In my absurd position the more she insulted me the more I wanted her to.

I don’t know if my mind was clouded with the heat in my bottom and if I am honest between my legs but the idea of paying for my torment was such a huge turn on. With out thinking of the financial implications I opened my big mouth again. “I think I would benefit from this sort of treatment as often as you can spare the time Sir”. He looked pleasantly surprised, “I think it is fair I  pay you a £100 each time you have to take the trouble to show me my place Sir”.

I regretted the words as soon as I said it and realised that surely he would have done this to me for free if I hadn’t been so eager. I took the last drink of coffee and the ache in my bottom cheeks became unbearable and let the belt fall to the floor. I let out a low moan of relief and jogged up and down on the spot to get the circulation back to my bum. She walked towards me and took the cup from my hand and without any warning she slapped me hard across the face. She took hold of my left nipple and squeezed as hard as she could between her bony wrinkled fingers.

“Charlotte Watkins how dare you come in to my home and offer my husband money to flaunt your dirty little charms at him”. she yelled. I screamed in agony afraid she would tear my poor nipple right off. I begged and pleaded for her to let go and I didn’t mean to offend her and I was so sorry. She let go as quickly as she had grabbed it and just laughed. “Oh relax my dear I am just giving you what you obviously need” she laughed.

My head was spinning not only with the pain in my nipple but the sting to the side of my face where she had slapped me. Before I came to my senses Mr Finch had stood up and delivered a hard smack to my bottom.

He warned me that he would not tolerate my surly behaviour any more and what had I been told about being polite and respectful at all times. With another loud “SMACK”, he told me to thank his wife. I was sobbing as I looked at her “Th, Th, Thank you Mrs Finch for slapping my face”. she gave me a very sweet grin which was quite surreal. “And what about your sore nipple did you enjoy that” she mocked me. “Yes Mrs Finch” I lied but I knew it would amuse them both to hear me say it.

I was ushered round to the back of  a chair and my upper body pushed over it, “Come on Miss Watkins push that naughty fat bottom as high as you can” said Mr Finch. I reached up on tip-toe in an effort to get my bum as high as I could. He pressed his foot between my ankles and roughly pushed my legs apart until he was satisfied. He then went and sat down leaving me confused as to what was happening.

He asked his wife if she had a good day at work and basically they both ignored me for about 5 minutes having a mundane conversation. He then turned to look at me “Oh by the way as soon as you want the belt just ask politely” He grinned. I saw him then look at the clock “I should be quick though, my mate Harry is calling at 10 and we’re going for a pint” he laughed. She joined in “I bet the dirty cow would love to show him what she’s got”.

“Please Sir, can I have the belt on my bare bottom” I asked. They decided that I hadn’t asked  properly and told me to try again. “Please, please Sir I have been such a naughty girl and deserve a good hard thrashing across my bare arse”, I was begging by now. “What about your ginger-minge” he laughed “does that deserve a smack or two”. I gasped out loud which made them both laugh. “Yes Sir, my ginger-minge needs to be smacked as well as my bare fat arse”, I hated saying such a phrase and for a brief second I wondered what those horrid girls would think of me now if they were here to see me.

He was still unwilling to admit I had grovelled as much as I could but his wife told him not to be so mean and go and give me a good hard leathering. She smiled as I thanked her and he walked up behind me to take up his position. “CRACK”, a searing band of pain spread over my cheeks. “CRACK”, another before I had even chance to catch my breath. “CRACK”, I let out a long screech ended by another loud “CRACK”, which brought several short gasps and yelps. “CRACK”, my knuckles tightened and I pounded my fists in to the seat of the chair.

For the second time this evening I was soon bawling like a toddler as another “Crack”, brought  an intolerable sting to my bare spread bum cheeks. He laid the cool leather of the belt over the middle of my back and gently massaged my sore and tender bottom. “This brings back memories”, he said and I listened in shock as between my tears and my loud sobs he told me how he had thrashed his daughter “Louise” until she was 18 with the very same belt as I was getting. His wife interrupted and said how at least she had the decency to take it like a young lady not some stupid school girl crying and snivelling all over the place.

He spread my cheeks as far apart as he could and then with one hand cupped my pubic mound from behind. He gently patted it several times and then asked if I was ready for one last stroke of the belt right here. I was too busy crying and thinking how much it was going to hurt to speak too much but just let out a pathetic “Yes please”. He took hold of my legs and lifted me off my feet until my thighs were on the very top of the back of the chair. He pushed them wide apart and then grabbed my hands and placed them on my bruised and swollen arse cheeks. “Spread them nice and wide Miss Watkins and push your dirty red haired cunt out for the belt”.

I heard Mrs Finch laugh and with a mocking tone in her voice she said, “Take a nice deep breath Charlotte your going to need it to squeal like a little piggy”. With no time to consider anything a loud muffled “CRACK”, brought such a scream from me I thought I would be heard for miles. A searing pain flashed along the length of my gaping sex and amid all the pain the thought that he had delivered the belt with such accuracy amazed me.

I was panting for breath as much I did when I went on a ten mile run and didn’t care how much I was showing myself up I cried and cried. I could hear Mr Finch say that he hadn’t had a “Hard on” like this for years and then as casual as you like he asked his wife if she would mind if he used on “This little tart”, meaning me.

She laughed “Of course not Stan, although you ought to charge her extra for cock” I was speechless as I heard the sound of him pulling his zip down and before I could move he placed his penis up against my slit and pushed it roughly as deep as he could in one thrust. I could feel his fat stomach pressing down on my burning bum and thought how revolting this was to be fucked like some common tart. He was thrusting quickly and his breathing was louder than mine and his whole body wreaked with sweat, for the first time since I arrived I didn’t enjoy what was happening. To be honest I could hardly blame him for wanting to use me like this after how I had behaved and the things I had said but then a sudden panic ran through me.

“Please, please Sir, you can’t cum inside me I am not on the pill or anything”,  I realised he hadn’t put a condom on and was terrified he would make me pregnant. His wife laughed “Come on Stan we don’t need another baby let her get a nice creamy mouthful”. With that comment she walked up and took hold of my hair and lifted my head up “Be a good girl and don’t you dare spill a drop on my furniture” she hissed. I tried to shake my head and struggle free but she held me firm. With two last hard thrusts he withdrew himself from me and with his cock in his hand he walked up to my face.

I tried as much as I could to turn my head but again she showed no mercy and slapped me hard on the side of face. “Suck it you stupid bitch or I’ll take the belt to your tits” she let me know in no doubt she would do it and I had no choice. I starred at his hard cock as he moved closer to me, it wasn’t very long but quite thick. He pulled his foreskin down a couple of times showing me his dark purple head and then slowly entered my mouth.

I could smell his stale odour which was disgusting and didn’t dare think about his general hygiene. I could hear him begin to grunt and sensed his cock twitch a little and in a desperate attempt not to taste his cum I pushed my head down hard on his shaft to get it as deep down my throat as I could. The hot liquid hit the back of my throat hard and pumped several times making me gag and choke. He pulled out his cock to let me breath but as he did so my mouth instantly filled with his spunk still in my throat. I hadn’t managed to swallow anything and with my mouth wide open for a brief second I contemplated spitting it out. “Shut your mouth you filthy little whore” hissed his wife at me.  I knew it was no use and swallowed every last drop taking a few gulps to get it all down. He had one last indignity in store for me as he held his cock out “Lick it nice and clean Miss Watkins like a good little girl” he mocked.

I was broken of all resistance now and lapped up and down his sticky length not knowing how I had stopped myself from being sick I curled up on the floor and cried. He left the room and his wife switched on the television and completely ignored me. I heard him return in the room but I kept my eyes closed tight not wanting to look at him. “I think I’ll take £20 of my hard earned money to the pub” he laughed.

“Harry is here now” he exclaimed and with that he was gone leaving me on the floor naked with a blazing backside and a stomach full of his spunk. Slowly my sobbing eased and I began to rub my bottom, I heard Mrs Finch get up and go to a cupboard. “Come over here Charlotte dear, let me put some nice cold cream on your sore bum”, she sounded compassionate and kind. I went over and trying not to look at her I lay myself over her lap. She soothed my hot cheeks with her gentle hands and the wonderfully cold cream.

She comforted me like you would a small child and spoke softly but firmly telling me that she knew it was a sordid thing I had to do but I had brought it all on myself. I began to accept what she was saying and the cool massaging of my bum was making me highly turned on. “Yes Mrs Finch it served me right to have his cock in my mouth”, I confessed. She continued until I had thanked her for letting him fuck me and I promised I would sort myself out with some contraceptives so he could have me “bareback” when ever he wanted. I was shocked at my own words but deep down I knew I wanted it to happen and the fact that the choice was taken away from me made it all the more exciting.

I was in a half sort of daydream when she turned me round so I was face up on her lap. Her hand reached down between my legs and before I really knew what she was doing she was rubbing my wet lips. “There, there Charlotte, be a good little girl for Auntie Jean and show me how you cum”. In all my thoughts and fantasies I had never imagined laying on the knee of another woman letting her masturbate me. Her fingers knew exactly what to do and before long I was screaming again in front of her this time in ecstasy.

She helped me get dressed and even washed my face, I say get dressed but I didn’t want to put my knickers over my sore bottom and my nipple was also sore so I didn’t bother with my bra. She let me take my pony-tail out and brush my hair and she suggested I go to the pub to meet Stan and say how sorry I was for throwing a tantrum just because I had to suck his cock.

I looked at her smile and knew she understood me more than I understood myself. It would be so deliciously shaming to have to go and say that to him but I couldn’t wait to get there. I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek and blushing I whispered “Thank you Auntie Jean”.

The pub was not too far away and the cool breeze soon had me aware of how bare I was under my thin summer dress. Walking in to a pub was not something I was used to doing on my own. I had been here a few times with a few of the other teachers, I took a deep breath and walked inside. Thankfully it wasn’t too busy and I asked for a glass of white wine and lemonade at the bar.

I saw Mr finch sitting with another man and they both had there backs to me. I felt one or two people looking at me as I walked over to them. I almost stopped dead in my tracks when I overheard part of the conversation, “I’m telling you Harry, she will do anything”. I knew instantly he was talking about me and could feel myself begin to blush, “Excuse me Mr Finch can I join you” I interrupted them.

“Talk about the devil” laughed his friend making me blush even more as my fears were realised. “Yes of course you can Miss Watkins, but be a good girl and get us another 2 pints first”, he made no attempt to keep his voice down and I prayed no one had heard him refer to me as a “Good girl”. I placed my drink on the table and asked what it was they were drinking, they both replied “Best bitter” and I returned to the bar to buy it for them.

A young girl served me and laughed that it makes a change for a pretty girl to buy two old men a drink. I was quite flattered that she had described me as a “pretty girl” and had to smile to myself at what on earth would she think if she knew the situation. I put the beer on the table and took a seat opposite them both. “Here you go Mr Finch and may I call you Harry” I asked trying to sound as demure and polite as I could.

“Well, well Miss Watkins have you forgotten how to address me already”, said Mr Finch his stern voice. Harry gave a stifled laugh as I looked down “I am sorry …. Sir”. I fidgeted on my chair and Harry asked me in a sarcastic voice if I wanted a cushion. I was left in no doubt I had been their topic of conversation. Mr Finch seemed delighted with my presence as he had proof now that what he had been telling his friend was obviously true.

He complemented me on my hair now it was straight and said that it showed my colour much better, he then went on to laugh that it was not as ginger as the hair between my legs. While his friend laughed Mr Finch told me to undo another button on the front of my dress as I looked hot and flustered. With both of them waiting patiently  I took a large gulp of my drink and did as I was told. “Oh Stan this is marvellous”, exclaimed his friend. “Why stop at one button” he laughed. I had no choice but to undo another as I was instructed and looked down to see my dress was wide open to well below the level of the underneath of my breast. It was apparent I was not wearing a bra and had to tell them both that I was without my knickers as well.

I then took my opportunity to tell Mr Finch why I was here before I had to expose any more of myself. “I am sorry Sir for having a tantrum when I had to suck your cock and swallow your spunk”, I could not lift my face as I said it. “Good girl Miss Watkins” he laughed again not bothering to keep his voice down. “Good grief Stan you lucky bastard” said his friend in disbelief.

“Watch this then Harry” smiled Mr Finch “lets have some fun with our randy young bitch”. He leaned over and whispered in his ear, Harry smiled and looked at me. “Mr Finch says you like to show off your ginger hair on your cunt is that true” he asked. I was in total bewilderment that they were having this conversation with me in such a public place yet I wanted to prove to them how much of a slut I could be.

I replied that yes I did like to show myself off and asked if he would like to go outside in the car park or something so he could see. “No its private enough right hear young lady, just slip your dress up and give us a nice long look at you bare cunt” grinned Mr Finch.  I looked around in alarm and realised that in the position I was in several people could see my face but no one else could see my body.

I held the hem of my dress and sat a little more on the edge of my seat, slowly I lifted it up until it was above my hold-ups with my bare thighs on view. “Nice stockings” smiled Harry then added “Bitch” as if he was unsure he could call me that but my reply of “Thank you Sir” soon put him at ease and he knew he was in charge. Someone then stood up and walked past and although he made no reaction he must have seen me. They both laughed loudly saying my face was a picture and why didn’t I even bother to cover myself up. I told them I had not been given permission to put my dress down and I wanted to show how sorry I was for being naughty. Mr Finch again smiled and Harry took a long drink of his beer before exclaiming “this must be a dream I have never seen anything like it”.  

The man who had walked past returned to his seat and before any of them could say anything I lifted my bum off my chair so I could pull my dress up from under it in order to lift it clear of my bush. I was amazed with myself at what I was doing, sitting here with my bare vagina on full view on the orders of  man I had only just met. They both stared between my legs and Mr Finch again reminded me to be a very polite and respectful young lady.

I looked at Harry, “Thank you Sir for letting me show you my bare ginger cunt”. He smiled and added, “Well get those legs nice and wide you dirty bitch so I can have a proper look”. With  quick look round the room and no one seeming to be any the wiser at what was happening I eased my knees apart. “How would you like to get your cock in that then Harry”, laughed Mr Finch. He nodded enthusiastically and said he would like to slip it in my pretty mouth as well.

I was in such a state of arousal mixed with fear and anticipation I wanted to humiliate myself even further. “Yes Sir I would be very grateful to have your cock in my mouth”, the words sounded so loud and clear I was sure people must have heard me. Both of the men laughed and took a leisurely drink of their beer still enjoying my complete exposure and obedience.

“Get to the bar then bitch and get us another drink”, instructed Harry, I stood up letting my dress fall and regain some modesty. As I walked I realised that my buttons were still undone, my breasts were swaying from side to side with each step, only just contained in my dress. I ordered two pints and got myself a large vodka and I could see the young girl starring at my wide open dress. “Have you lost a button, do you want me to find you a safety pin” she asked. I could feel myself blushing like mad but tried to stay calm and just replied that I was feeling a little warm and as I took the drinks I heard her say in a bemused voice “Oh I see”

I noticed a few people were staring at me now and I tried not to look at anyone. Back at the table I leaned over to place the drinks down and Harry motioned for me to sit next to him. “So you like being told what to do” he asked and of course I answered “Yes Sir”. “Get your tits out then” he laughed, I pulled my dress away at the side and sat with both my breasts on show. He reached over and began to greedily squeeze and maul my bare boobs.

My nipples were throbbing and so hard as he pinched and rolled them between his fingers. He stopped and unzipped his trousers and reached over to grab my hand and push it down on to his crotch. I fumbled in his underwear and took out his semi hard cock. “That’s a good girl, give it nice wank”, he sat back as I rubbed my hand up and down feeling it get harder and harder by the second.

“What do you say to Harry Miss Watkins” interrupted Mr Finch. Still pumping his cock I looked up at him, “Thank you Sir for letting me play with your hard cock”. He leaned over to me and with a firm hand and pulled my head towards him. I realised he was going to kiss me and in spite of my panic I felt my mouth respond to his. I knew that most of the people in the pub could now see what I was doing, well at least they could see me snogging a man well over twice my age.

He kissed me hard and pushed his tongue deep inside my mouth filing me with the taste of beer and stale cigarettes. At last he stopped and I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand before drinking my vodka in one go. He pushed his cock back in to his trousers and took hold of my hand as he stood up. “Come on little bitch, time I fucked you isn’t it”, the whole pub must have heard what he said.

He held my hand tight and with my other hand trying to straighten out my dress over my breasts he literally dragged me out of the pub. I was sure everyone must have seen my tits could only pray that none of them knew I was a teacher at the local school. Once outside he led me to a dark corner of the car park and roughly pushed me over the bonnet of a car. He lifted my dress high above my back and then he held me down firmly as he thrust inside me. He was grunting and moaning as his thighs slapped against the backs of my legs. “You like this you dirty fucking bitch don’t you”, he spat at me. The next thing I knew a hand grabbed my hair and turned my head towards the sight of a man with his cock waving in front of my face.

I could see it wasn’t Mr Finch and shuddered in shame at the thought that this was the third cock in one day. I lapped and sucked at it as the man moved my head with my hair as a sort of handle. After a few minutes that seemed to last forever he filled my mouth with his creamy seed. He wiped the tip of his cock up and down my cheeks a few times leaving trails of his spunk across my face and without saying a word he walked away.

Harry meanwhile was still humping me for all he was worth and then his body became ridged and I felt his spunk shoot deep in my womb. I was unable to resist as he moved round to my face “lick it clean you stupid little tart”, he laughed. I got to my feet and smoothed the front of my dress down as he zipped himself back up. I was fastening the buttons at the top of my dress when he walked up close to me. “I have always wanted to do this” he grinned and with that he took hold of my dress and ripped it right off my body. He was laughing as he walked away with my dress in his hand and I could only stand still in shock at the thought I was naked apart from my stockings and shoes with spunk dripping from my face and fanny.