MRS FERNEY (NEW EPISODE) F/M FROM RANDY
Sarah3333
Danny was all but perfect the first week. He made his bed each morning before
coming down for breakfast. He did the dishes before going off to school. And he
finished his homework each night by 9:00. That gave him time to read in bed
before Mrs Ferney came in at 9:45 to turn out the lights. It took some time to
adjust to his earlier bedtime but he found he woke up earlier and had just as
much time to get things done as before. And he secretly enjoyed all the
attention and praise he was geting from his new landlady. Somehow she managed
to be maternal and sexy all at once. The sight of her every evening swaying and
bouncing back and forth under a pink terrycloth bathrobe as she came in to say
goodnight soon became the highlight of Danny's day which was relived long after
the lights went out. The bathrobe was always belted tightly about waist,
accentuating her big hips, bottom, and bust. And when she leaned over to kiss
him goodnight at 9:45, he was often treated to glimpses of generous cleavage
along with hints of the most intoxicating lavender bath oils or perfume.
In the mornings, she managed a similar effect by tying an apron on tightly, the
string biting into her soft hips. He particularly liked "being a perfect
gentlemen," as she put it, by letting her go first when they went upstairs
together. This allowed him to follow behind, glorying in her fat bottom as it
wagged back and forth right in front of his face. The fact that Janet was a
younger, even sexier version of her mother was just the icing on the cake. It
was hard not to stare with two sexy women like that in the house. Danny did his
best not to be noticed but each of the women soon noticed where his eyes went
when he thought no one was noticing him.
By the end of the first school week, Danny was actually proud of himself,
especially when he heard Mrs Ferney praising him on the phone to his mother. On
Saturday morning, he finished breakfast, did the dishes as usual, and went back
to his room, determined to finish his homework early in time for an afternoon
matineee with two new friends from school. The math problems went much slower
than expected and he finished them only at 11:30. An hour later when Mrs Ferney
called him down for lunch, he had finished his French. But he hadn't even
started his weekly five-page paper in English composition. After bolting down
his sandwich, Mrs Ferney ezcused him from the dishes and let him rush back to
his homework. At 1:30, she poked her head into his room.
"Danny, I'm off to do some shopping and take care of some errands. I'll be
home by 6:00. Don't forget to finish your homework before going out."
"Don't worry, Mrs. Ferney, I'm making great headway on this little paper
and it's the last thing I have to do."
"Splendid, child. You deserve to have some fun after doing so well here
your first two weeks."
Danny smiled as she beamed at him and departed.
By 2:10, Danny's paper was still not finished. The latest draft was covered
in cross-outs and revisions. He put a clean sheet of paper into the typewriter
and typed a paragraph when the phone rang. It was Joe from school, wondering
is he was still planning to meet them at the theater. The matinee started in 20
minutes. Danny thought about what he had left - about an hour of typing - and
looked at his watch - and decided he could make the movie and still be home by
4:45 with plenty of time to type up the final draft before Mrs Ferney got back.
He hung up and rushed off to the film.
When the film ended, he dallied for ten minutes with his friends before
remembering his unfinished paper. Excusing himself, he pedaled home furiously,
annoyed that he had wasted some of his precious time. As he rounded the corner
to his street, his heart sank as he saw Mrs Ferney's blue Ford Rambler parked
in the driveway. Putting his bike in the garage, he entered quietly, heading
straight for the stairs. As he reached the first step, Mrs Ferney's voice
called from the parlor.
"Danny, could you please come in here for a minute."
For a second, Danny froze, his mind racing. He had closed the door to his
room but the first page of the final draft was still in the typewriter, half
typed. And he had left the marked draft right next to it on hisa desk. Surely
she hadn't gone into his room. He decided to play it cool.
"Hi, Aunt Amanda. What's up?"
"How was the movie, dearie? Did you have fun with your friends?"
"It was great, Aunty. I went with Joe and Sammy from my French class."
"That's nice, dear. And did you finish all your homework before you went
out?"
Danny paused for an instant before taking a big chance.
"Yes, ma'am. All done as usual."
"And what would that half-typed page be doing in your typewriter, Danny?
It's obviously the first page of the marked up copy on the desk. I went in to
see if you were home yet and was very surprised at what I saw."
A moment of panic seized Danny as he searched his mind for a quick
explanation. He knew better than to look away but the more he tried to play it
straight, looking at her, the more her eyes seemed to narrow and see straight
into his confusion. Realizing he had gone too far, he tried to fudge the issue.
"Oh, that's just the final copy waiting to be quickly typed up. I finished
all the real work, all the writing and revisions and stuff. The final typing is
nothing."
"Come over here, child. ... That's right, over here, right in front of me.
Don't look away, young man. I want the truth out of you. You know full well you
went off to that movie even though you hadn't finished your work as promised."
"Yes, but I knew I could finish the typing quickly as soon as I got home."
"No buts, young man. You are only making things worse by making excuses.
You disobeyed me by going to the movies before finishing your homework after I
specificaly told you not to. Isn't that right, Danny?"
This time Danny had nothing to say. He looked down at the rug guiltily,
struggling to find something to say which would help his situation. Mrs Ferney
let him stay that way, with a hanged head for a long moment before saying,
"Look at me, Danny. Look me right in the eye and tell me the truth. You
broke one of my cardinal weekend rules by going off to have fun before your
school work was finished. Didn't you?"
Danny struggled to meet her gaze, his face a mixture of shame and remorse
and fear.
"I ... Yessss, I suppose so," he stammered.
"You suppose so? That sounds like a bad boy who still can't admit what he
did wrong, doesn't it, Danny?"
Apparently she didn't expect an answer since she didn't object when he
said nothing, hisd eyes begging for mercy.
"Danny, do you remember our long talk on your first night up in your
room?"
"Yesss." This time even Danny heard the quaver in his voice.
"I promised you I would punish you if you ever disobeyed me, didn't I,
Danny?"
After a pause, Danny managed to say,
"Yes, Aunty". Mrs Ferney could hear the desire for leniency in his voice.
"I knew this moment was going to come sooner or later, Danny. Your mother
thought you would need a correction in the first week but you did better than
that, I'm happy to say. It shows you have real potential to act your age though
you've still got a long way to go in that regard as I see today. Your mother
thinks I should have turned you over my knee the first night when you tried to
keep me out of your room. Looking back, I'm not sure if she wasn't right. You
probably wouldn't be in this situation right now if I had started you out with
a reminder of what would happen when you misbehaved."
Mrs Ferney stood up and took Danny firmly by the hand.
"Come along with me, child. It's time for something you obviously need,
something you probably should have had two weeks ago."
"Wha .... please Aunt Amanda! Please! I'm sorry I didn;t finish typing my
paper. I didn't mean it ... really I didn't. I wouldhave missed the movie if I
hadn't left the last bit of typing til I got home."
Danny was now quavering like a schoolboy as Mrs Ferney led him out of the
parlor and back towards her study. He knew better than to resist but kept up a
steady stream of verbal excuses as he allowed her to lead him into the study.
To his horror, the straight-backed chair was not in its usual place in the
corner. It was the first thing he saw and it was right in the center of the
room.
"Pleasesse Mrs Ferney! I'll never let this happen again. I promise. Please
let me off the hook this once. I promise I'll finish my homework completely,
from now on."
"Danny, I never pay any attention to the promises of a bad boy who's earned
a spanking. You can protest all you want. But once I make up my mind in a
situation like this, I never change it. We agreed you would be punished if you
broke any of my house rules. Yet you went right out anyway and broke one of my
key rules for the weekend. What you need now is not another chance but a good
lesson you won't forget in the near future." Already she was sitting down in
that terrible chair.
"Please, Aunt Amanda! I've already learned my lesson, I swear I have. I
know I shouldn't have gone off without finishing my work and I'm very sorry for
breaking your rules."
"Not as sorry as you are going to be, young man. Now stand still and keep
your hands to the sides. If you do anything to interfere, your punishment will
be doubled."
"Please, nooo! I really am too old to be treated this way. Please!"
"Any boy who disobeys my explicit instructions is certainly not too old to
learn an old fashioned lesson over my knee. You are going to be well spanked
right now, Danny, and I'm sure it won't be the last time you need this. Stand
still, young man. I don't think further disobedience is well advised at this
point."
Danny pleaded and begged as Mrs Ferney's expert fingers undid his belt and
unsnapped his pants. His hands fluttered ineffectively around her hands,
protesting without actually interfering. Mrs Ferney allowed him this minimal
resistance, pleased to see he had decided not to struggle. Grasping his jeans
at the waist at either side, she worked them down over his hips and all pushed
them them down to his knees, the bunched fabric tightening as it desceded. As
Danny's white cotton underpants came into view, he blushed scarlet and began
protesting even more vigorously. Ignoring him, Mrs Ferney reached across her
torso with her left hand and took hold of Danny's left wrist as he stood to her
right side, pulling him forward until he tumbled over her lap.
For a moment, he was shocked at how soft her big thighs were and how much
heat they generated. When he felt her hands at the waistband of his briefs, he
reached back instinctively with his right arm, only to have her trap his wrist
in the small of his back, out of harm's way.
"Please! Nooo! Not that!"
"Shush, Danny. A spanking on your underpants would be a complete waste of
time. You have disobeyed me like a naughty child and I intend to punish you
like one, on your bare fanny. If you continue fussing, you will earn a second
spanking at bedtime tonight and I'll make sure Janet is in here to help me."
That threat was enough to get Danny to stop wriggling so much. Mrs Ferney
resumed tugging Danny's briefs until they rested just below his cheeks.
Releasing his right hand, she lifted his hips a little with her left arm so she
could pull his briefs all the way down to join his tangled jeans at his knees.
As bad as it was to have his briefs come down in back, Danny felt twice as
exposed once she took his underpants down fully. He was also deeply confused by
the electric sensation of his penis rubbing directly against her cotton skirt
and pressing into her warm thighs.
With his right hand back in the small of his back, Mrs Ferney began patting
and gently smacking Danny's bottom as if sizing it up. He was shocked at the
warmth of her hand and at how big it felt.
"You have one of the cutest, roundest bottoms I have ever spanked, young
man. I can't deny I am looking forward to this in some ways. You have been very
well behaved, overall, since you got here, Danny. But I've also noticed how
you've been testing the limits of my patience in small ways since your arrival.
Any boy who tries to get away with little things like that is a boy asking for
a spanking. Maybe not consciously. Maybe not directly. I wonder if that's why
you went off to the movies without finishing your work. On some level, I think
you know you still need to be spanked when you misbehave, isn't that right,
Danny?" Her hand smacked his bottom gently with each important word as if to
confirm her question.
"When is the last time your mother had to turn you over her knee, young
man?"
Danny paused until a sound spack rang out in the quiet room.
"Four or five weeks, I think, Aunty. I don't remember."
"That's part of the problem, Danny. If you were disciplined properly, you
wouldn't have any trouble remembering your last spanking. I told your mother I
thought she was getting a little lax with you. I said you would probably need
more regular correction once you went away to counteract the many bad habits of
college life. I now see that I was right. I also see you need to be supervised
more closely than I originally believed. I am now going to give you the
spanking you need, young man. It's time you learned what happens to bad boys
who test my limits."
Mrs Ferney raised her right hand high in the air as Danny looked back
fearfully over his shoulder. Her strong right arm flashed down and delivered a
loud, hard spank which rang out like a pistol shot. Her hand rose again and
quickly fell on the other cheek with just as much force. Danny cried out in
shock at each spank as his white bottom bounced back and forth under the
impact.
Mrs Ferney quickly began spanking in earnest, her hand moving back and
forth from one cheek to the other in a well-practiced rhythym. Danny continued
yelping loudly at each spank, more in protest than anything else. After about
fifty or sixty spanks, his bouncing fanny began to take on a rosy hue as Mrs
Ferney big hand continued rising and falling. It only took another two or three
minutes to paint Danny's bottom bright red and to heat things up to the point
where he began to cry out in real pain. At this point, his protests turned to
promises of good behavior, pleas for mercy, and comments about how he had
learned his lesson.
Mrs Ferney paused briefly and said in a firm voice,
"Danny, you haven't even begun to learn your lesson. I told you on your
first night that I prefer to take my time and do a good job when teaching a
naughty boy a lesson. You're not going anywhere for quite some time, young man.
Now lie still and take your medicine."
Her strong right hand resumed its assault on Danny's deep red cheeks,
bringing the first sustained cry of anguish from his mouth. In a frenzied
moment to escape the next spank, Danny managed to tear his right hand free and
reached back protectively. In a flash, Mrs. Ferney stood him on his feet,
exposing him for a moment until he realized his exposure and shot his hands
forward. From a pocket in her dress, she pulled a silk handkerchief and quickly
secured his wrists in front of him, taking advantage of his desire to cover
himself. With another tug, he went sprawling back over her knees, his hands
down on the carpet near his face as his legs kicked helplessly in the air.
"From now on, you will be spanked like this since you obviously can't be
trusted to keep your hands out of the way, Danny. And for disobeying my
instructions, you will go straight to your room afterr I am finished and change
into your pyjamas until I call you down for dinner. After you finish your food,
I will take you right back to you room and give you a second spanking before
putting you straight to bed by 7:30. If you give me any trouble, Janet will be
happy to help me. Believe me, she has lots of babysitting experience knows how
to discipline a naughty boy who need a spanking."
With that said, Mrs Ferney resumed spanking Danny with a new controlled
fury. She widened the target area, slowing working her way to the sides of his
bottom and making sure the top and bottom of his cheeks were all the same shade
of fire-engine red. After another three or four minutes, Danny finally broke
down and began bawling. It was something he had been fighting for white some
time, hoping to spare himself this final humiliation. Yet when his emotions
burst out, he also felt a flood of relief. As he sobbed and kicked for another
five minutes of sound spanking across her lap, he made it clear he finally
undertood why he was being punished. By the time she finished, he was willing
to agree to anything she said, especially when any hesitation brought another
spank. He agreed he had acted like a naughty school child in disobeying her. He
admitted that he had needed a good spanking. He told her repeatedly that he had
learned a good lesson and that he would try harder to follow all of her rules
in the future. He agreed he had earned a second spanking at bedtime and that an
earlier bedtime at 9:00 was in order for the next month. And after a little
prompting, he even thanked her for spanking him.
With that said, she pulled his underpants up, helped him to his feet,
untied his wrists, and took him back down on her lap for a long, tearful hug
during which he made further promises to be good.
"You needed that spanking, didn't you, Danny? You didn't want it but you
needed it, didn't you?"
With his wet face buried in her soft shoulder, he nodded silently as her
big hand rubbed reassurance into the hot seat of his cotton briefs.
"I knew you did, child. I'm just sorry I didn't take you over my knee
sooner. We could have established this kind of trust and honesty earlier,
couldn't we?"
Again he nodded as he nuzzled into her softness.
"This is one of the best reasons to spank bad boys, Danny. Of course
learning a good lesson is important. But spankings also help establish real
bonds of trust and love. In my experience, a well spanked boy has a much easier
time letting his real thoughts and feelings out. So much of the time boys in
high school and college are under pressure to grow up too fast and to pretend
they have all the answers. A spanking helps him admit he isn't ready to take
control of his life and that he still needs the loving care and supervision and
discipline of a parental figure. I am going to give you all the maternal love
you still need, Danny, as well as the regular discipline which goes with a
mother's love. A boy who responds this well to a good spanking show me that he
needs regular spankings whenever he misbehaves, even in small things. And
that's what you are going to get from now on, Danny. Because I love you dearly,
like my own child."
She tightened her arms around him and crushed him against her bosom for a
long moment while he hugged back himself. Then she helped him to his feet,
pulled up his jeans, and took him upstairs to his room where he changed into
his pyjamas while she stood there, supervising. Despite his intense
embarrassment, he knew better than to protest. She then left him to finish his
typing while she went down to cook dinner. Janet came hope around 6:30. And
when Danny came downstairs for dinner in his pyjamas with a red face, Janet was
nice enough to say nothing.
After dinner, Mrs Ferbeu rose and held out her hand with a stern look.
Niother of them said a word as Danny got up from the table and went over to let
her take him by the hand. He was then led upstairs and allowed to use the
toilet and brush his teeth with the bathroom door closed. When he emerged, she
was sitting on his bed, patting her lap.
"Are you going to be a good boy for your bedtime spoabnking, Danny, or will
I have to use this silk handkerchief to tie your hands."
"I"ll be good, Aunti," he promises, his eyes already glistening.
"That's what I want to hear, child. Now over you go."
He allowed her to pull him over her lap and pull him forward until his head
was down near the floor and his feet waved back and forth in the air. His
pyjamas bottoms came down, all the way to his knees, before Mrs Ferney scolded
him for three or four minutes. By the time she finished, he was almost glad
when spanking began since he was eager to get it over. And despite his
resolutions to be brave, he started crying after three or four minutes and
continued sobbing loudly, knowing Janet could hear everything. As if sensing
his new cooperation, Mrs Ferney spanked him less severely, though he got the
full ten minutes she liked to give. When she finished, there was along long
session sitting on her lap for hugs and forgiveness. And when she put him to
bed with his bottom still bare, he did understand until she returned from the
bathroom with a jar of cold cream and spent five minutes rubbing the soothing
cream gently into his hot bottom. As she rubbed him all over back there with
love and forgiveness, she told him how proud she was of him for taking his
second spanking so well. By the time she finished, Danny was stiff as a board
underneath and extremely grateful when Mrs Ferney kissed him good night and
left, without trying to pull up his pjs. The rest was up to him.
CampBlood
just read the mrs. ferney story...without a doubt, the best story to hit the
groups in over a year...you are truly the master of spanking/rectal temp
fiction.
a delighted fan,
nicky :o)