everything was simple. Going to the closet, she carefully peered at the reflection in the mirror and noticed movement in the bushes. She waited for the movement to stop, and discerned behind the foliage a figure of a boy. Then she casually removed the top of the bikini.

Standing in front of the mirror, but not looking at it, Clara set about examining her breasts, carefully feeling each breast, supporting her other hand from below. When the movements of her breasts, free from the bodice, seductively swayed. Finishing the feeling of the mammary glands, she took off her panties. For a few minutes, Clara calmly strolled around the room naked, brushed her hair, looking in the mirror, and then opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet, standing for this to the window with her back with legs wide apart.

Finally, Clara took out a robe, threw it over, and left the room. Passing through the kitchen, she took a knife and with such a weapon went out into the yard. She went straight to the bushes, in which she noticed a boy. As expected, there was a rustle, and she saw Dean pulling on his underpants.

Having chosen the tree that I liked, Clara cut off a good twig, cleaned it of knots and buds, and then casually threw:

- That's all ready. Dean Now you can go out.

Desperately reddening, trying to hide the guilt, the boy slowly came out of the bushes.

“I ... Forgive me, Klara,” the boy muttered. - I did not want.

But Clara cut him off in a tone more gentle than threatening:

- Of course, Dean, you wanted. You knew that I went to my room to change into a bathing suit, so you hid in the bushes to spy on me through the window. And now, dear, go, come into the house

- Did you know? So you knew that I was here?

“Yes, Dean,” she answered in the same gentle tone with which she had invited her to the cottage. “I knew and saw you in the mirror.”

Clara led the boy to the bedroom, stopped and carefully examined from head to toe. She noticed that the bulge in the underpants had already disappeared. What happened while he looked at her naked?

- Now take off your panties, Dean! - Clara commanded.

- I ... cowards? Why, Clara?

- Of course, because I want to carve you. What do you think I have this stick for?

“But ... but ... Clara ..." the boy began.

“You must call me Miss Clara when I punish you, Dean.” Remember this, so as not to shed unnecessary tears.

“But Clara ... Miss Clara, you are not angry with me.”

“I'm not angry, Dean,” she replied in the same warm tone. “I just want to twirl your ass with a rod.” It will be a punishment for spying through the window to see me naked. Now go take your pants off, otherwise you will get a few extra punches.

“Please, Miss Clara,” he sobbed, pulling off his tight-fitting panties from his hips and turning away to hide his penis, “I have never been beaten before.” Please don't hurt me.

“I'm not going to make you hurt more than you deserve.” Now come to me and put the pants so that I can check them.

Clara was sitting on the corner of the bed, putting the rod on the floor. Still red with embarrassment, the boy approached her. A slight tremor shook him as Clara took a soft penis in her hand.

- When did you masturbate, Dean? When looked at me or later?

- Probably, both then and then. I couldn't put it down, Clara.

Raising the rod, she struck him with a burning blow along the left thigh and reminded:

- Miss Clara.

“As for masturbation, Dean,” she continued, still warm, completely devoid of anger, her voice, “this is completely normal for a boy, especially if he is looking at a naked woman for the first time.” You can masturbate as often as you like. But now I intend to beat you for a dishonest act: you spied on me without my permission.

Rising from the bed, Clara went to the window through which the boy was watching her, and opened it wide.

- Before I start to whip your ass.Dean, I intend to make two reminders to facilitate your re-education.

With these words, she untied the belt on her dress, and then threw off the dress completely, appearing before the eyes of the surprised boy completely naked.

“I will whip you naked,” she told him with a faint smile that was playing at the corners of her mouth, “to remind you of what you were looking through through the window.” And you have to lean your hands on the window sill of the same window to get a spanking. The window will serve you as a second reminder: it was through this window that you looked at me, and during the spanking you will be able to see the bushes in which you hid and masturbated, looking at me. Now, Dean, take a stand, I'm ready to start punishing you.

Having resigned himself to fate, the boy bent down and rested his hands on the window sill. Standing behind him, Clara gently stroked his beautifully outlined buttocks with his hand and said that the position was appropriate.

Dean heard a quick breath, then a whistle sounded in the air, and the boy screamed in pain: a strip of fire burned across his butt.

- Arms! Keep your hands on the window! Demanded Clara.

Dean remained in a busy position. Another six times the air was cut through a whistling sound and a sharp pain stuck into his buttocks. Although Clara had no experience in the execution of corporal punishment, she coped brilliantly: she drew smooth red lines across the boy's white backside, none of which touched the other.

The boy was still shouting loudly when Clara threw away the maple rod, took his hand and led him to her bed. Nude, she sat on the bed behind him and began gently stroking the hot, red, streaked buttocks.

“M ... Miss Clara,” Dean sobbed.

- What, Dean?

- M ... can I sit and ... will look at you ... Please? The boy asked, sobbing and wiping away tears.

- Yes, Dean, you can. You can look at me when you are allowed.

Clara sat cross-legged and leaned her arms on the bed behind her. In this position, her lush figure reveals the best look. The boy, wiping tears from his eyes, looked intently at the admiring glance at this exciting beauty. After a while she got out of bed, went to the closet, took a cigarette, lit it, giving the boy the opportunity to look at her from behind.

“It's a shame, Dean, that you masturbated,” Clara said, laughing.

She returned and sat back down on the bed.

“Sorry, Miss Clara,” the boy objected, “but it seemed to me that you said it was quite normal for a boy of my age.”

- Oh, really. By the way, whipping your ass really turned me on. I will lie on my back now and you can do this for me. If only you ever succeed.

In confirmation of what was said, her hand held a weakened member of the boy. Dean understood the meaning of the words.

The offer was unexpected and made a very strong impression on the boy. His eyes widened, and he searched in vain for words to answer. The idea of ​​sexual intercourse, especially with such an excitingly beautiful woman, seemed incredible.

“Well, think about it, Dean,” Clara began with a warm smile, “something you can do.” Give me your hand.

The boy trembled with excitement, not knowing what the woman wanted from him. He shivered even more when Klara spread her voluptuous hips and opened the view of the crotch. Explaining what she wanted, Clara directed his finger between the soft labia to the fully tensed clitoris. Convinced that Dean did a good job, she raised herself on her elbows when the boy masturbated her, and on top of her feelings ... Read more →