Spanking During Tutoring: Mature Woman Punishes Young Man

This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18

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Mature Woman Catches Young Man Cheating

Jake sat at the dining table in the bright living room, his math folder open in front of him. His eyes, however, were not on the numbers, but on the phone in his hand. Afternoon sunlight streamed through the big window, dust motes drifting in the beam.

Mrs. Carter stood behind him, arms crossed. “Jake,” she said firmly, “what are you doing?”

He jumped, nearly dropping the phone. Quickly, he shoved it into his pocket. “I was just—”

“You were looking up the answers.” It was not a question.
“It was only… a quick check.”

“Stand up.” Her voice left no room for argument.

Reluctantly, Jake pushed back his chair. Before he could move away, her hand closed firmly around his right forearm. She pulled him up, making him stumble slightly. Her grip was strong and secure, and he knew instantly he would not get away.

Without another word, she steered him across the room toward the sofa. His heart was already pounding faster.

Hot MILF Puts Young Man Over Her Knee

Mrs. Carter sat squarely in the middle of the sofa. Her eyes were steady. “Here, Jake.”

“Wait, what do you mean?”

She tugged him closer, turned him sideways, and before he could grasp what was happening, he was lying face-down across her lap.

His upper body tipped toward the carpet, his hands landing on the floor for support. His legs were apart just enough for balance, but her secure hold meant he could not move freely.

Her left arm settled across his back, pressing him down.
“Mrs. Carter, this is…”

Smack! A sharp, preparatory slap landed on the seat of his jeans, cutting him off at once. “Hold still,” she said crisply.

Strict Mature Woman Pulls Down Young Man’s Jeans and Boxers

One hand held him firmly in place while the other reached for the waistband of his jeans. The button popped open, the zipper followed with a metallic zzz.

“Wait, please don’t—”

“No backtalk.”

The jeans were tugged down in one decisive motion. The heavy denim bunched around his knees, restricting any movement. Underneath, he wore dark blue boxer shorts, snug around his hips.

Mrs. Carter took hold of those as well. Jake felt the waistband stretch, then the fabric slid downward. The cotton brushed over his thighs until it came to rest around his knees on top of the jeans.

Now his skin was bare. A faint draft touched him, a sharp contrast to the heat rising in his face. Mrs. Carter paused for a brief moment, focusing on the now-exposed target, then raised her hand.

Strict MILF Spanks Bad Schoolboy’s (18) Bare Bottom Hard

Smack! The first strike landed squarely on his left cheek, the sound ringing in the room. Jake sucked in a sharp breath.

Smack! The second hit the right cheek with equal force.

She settled into a steady rhythm, alternating left and right. Each impact made his bottom quiver, the pale skin turning pink in quick patches.

“Keep still,” she ordered as his legs shifted instinctively. Her arm across his back pressed him more firmly into place.

“Ow! Mrs. Carter, please!”

Her smacks grew harder. The sound filled the living room, each one crisp and unmistakable. Jake’s hands pressed into the carpet, his fingers gripping the fibers tightly. The jeans and shorts tangled at his knees held his legs almost like restraints.

After a particularly firm series, the heat in his skin was even and intense. It throbbed deep, making him squirm. Each new slap was loud and clear, adding to the burning ache.

She varied her pace, sometimes delivering a rapid burst, sometimes pausing just long enough for him to catch a breath before the next blow landed. More than once, she struck the same spot several times in a row, until his feet kicked helplessly.

“No kicking,” she warned, her voice sharp, while her hand continued its work without hesitation.

Cornertime For A Naughty Boy After Spanking

Abruptly, Mrs. Carter stopped. Her hand rested for a moment on his heated skin, then she helped him upright.

“Stand up.”

He rose slowly, his movements stiff, his hand reaching instinctively for his shorts. She shook her head.

“No. Leave them where they are.” Still holding his arm, she guided him to the far wall. “Nose in the corner. Hands behind your back.”

Jake obeyed, his forehead almost touching the wall. His bottom still burned, the heat and tingling constant. With his jeans and shorts pooled around his knees, standing felt awkward and humiliating.

Mrs. Carter remained seated on the sofa, watching him quietly. The ticking of the wall clock marked each slow second.

After what felt like an eternity, she spoke. “You can get dressed now.”

Jake turned carefully, pulling up his shorts and jeans. The movement made the soreness flare again.

“Sit back at the table,” she instructed. “And this time, do the problems the right way.”

He nodded quickly, lowering himself gingerly into the chair. The lingering heat in his skin reminded him of every smack. Mrs. Carter removed the phone from the table, placed the pencil in front of him, and folded her arms as she stood beside him.