Rob reflected on what an extraordinary senior year he was having. A foolish attempt to cheat on a French exam had earned him twelve strokes of the cane and a weekly remedial tutoring session with his beautiful French teacher, Miss Aubert. But she'd taught him much more than French. She'd changed him from a shy seventeen-year-old who'd never had a girlfriend into a young man confident in his sexual prowess.

He'd also discovered that the interest he'd always had in the prospect of being spanked, and spanking someone else, was more than just fantasy. Not that he enjoyed the canings Miss Aubert's teaching method imposed for wrong exam answers. The anticipation of them was exciting, but they hurt a bit too much to say that he enjoyed them while they were happening.

Their routine always started the same way. Rob would be standing on Miss Aubert's front porch when she opened the door at precisely 4:00 PM. They would go inside. He would strip and suffer two cane strokes for every missed exam question. Then they would proceed with the tutoring. Wrong answers during the tutoring session would result in a bare-handed spanking or paddling. The end of their session was the best part. He would express his gratitude to Miss Aubert by pleasing her sexually with his mouth and hands, and then, finally, she would return the favor. She was very creative in the giving as well as the receiving. He'd grown quite accustomed to spending his Thursday afternoons in this way.

He, therefore, was surprised one Thursday afternoon when the door was opened at 4:00 PM by someone other than Miss Aubert. It was a girl about his age.

"Hi, I'm Reine," she said brightly. "Aunt Bridgette said to invite you to come in."

Bridgette was Miss Aubert's first name, but Rob never called her that. Reine looked a lot like her but was slimmer, with darker hair. She had the perfect skin of youth and a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She was drop-dead gorgeous, and Rob was quite taken with her. He was mortified at the thought that she might overhear his tutoring session. Surely Miss Aubert wouldn't allow that, would she?

"Hello, Rob. I see you've met my niece, Reine," said Miss Aubert as she entered the room. "She's here visiting from France for a week, and we will be going to a cousin's wedding on Saturday."

"That's nice," replied Rob. He wasn't sure what to do or say.

"Instead of our usual tutoring session, I thought you and Reine might spend the time speaking French with one another."

Rob had missed two questions this week, so this change from their regular routine would save him four cane strokes. He was happy about that but disappointed to miss the gratification of the last part of the session.

That disappointment disappeared as he and Reine talked. They hit it off immediately, mainly speaking French but with some English when Rob couldn't keep up. They talked so long that Miss Aubert asked Rob to stay for dinner, which he was delighted to do.

As they were finishing dinner, Miss Aubert turned to Rob and said, "I wonder if you could do a favor for me tomorrow, Rob. It's teacher workshop day, meaning I must go to school, but you have the day off. Could you take Reine shopping for a dress for the wedding on Saturday? She doesn't need my help shopping, but she does need a ride. You could show her around a little bit afterward if you don't mind.

He certainly didn't mind. He was quite attracted to Reine. He was also a little horny, having missed his usual Thursday afternoon with Miss Aubert.

"Absolutely! He replied with a smile. I'd love to."

Reine also seemed to like the idea as she flashed a big smile."

"Excellent," said Miss Aubert. I'll let you two arrange the details yourselves. "Just make sure you are back here and ready to leave for the rehearsal dinner at 6:00 PM, Reine. Your cousins are looking forward to seeing you."

"OK, Reine replied. See you tomorrow, Rob. I'm looking forward to it."

They had a grand time on Friday. Reine tried on loads of dresses and modeled each one for Rob, twirling around, posing, and asking his opinion, showing off her grace and slim figure. The blue one she chose, in the end, was his favorite.

They grabbed a bite of lunch at the food court and walked around the mall together, talking and visiting the shops. She loved shopping and kept suggesting clothes for him, holding them up and saying how good he would look in them. She seemed to make a point of brushing up against him whenever she could. They took a break from shopping and got ice cream cones. Rob watched Reine slowly lick her cone and shifted uncomfortably as he felt a stiffness growing in his jeans.

After the cones, Rob suggested they drive around town so that he could show her the sights. It was only three o'clock, so they had plenty of time before she had to be home. She agreed.

Rob played tour guide and showed her the town and its landmarks. He then suggested they drive up to the overlook, where they could see the whole town, the river, and the surrounding valley.

Rob knew this was a notorious make-out spot, though he had never been there with a girl himself. On a Friday afternoon, it was deserted. He carefully chose a location near some trees that would give them privacy if anyone drove by, yet still had a view of the valley.

They gazed out at the valley, making small talk about what a lovely view it was. Their heads drifted closer together. Rob turned and looked into her eyes. Their mouths came together in a deep and passionate kiss. After kissing and caressing one another for some time, Rob whispered, "should we switch to the back seat?"

She flashed him her big, beautiful smile and answered by nimbly climbing into the back seat. He followed her quickly, if not quite as gracefully. She giggled at his awkwardness.

They began an extended make-out session that escalated into something more. Clothes started to come off. First his tee shirt and then her blouse. She kissed him on the chest and sucked his nipples, unfastening his jeans as she did so. She reached into his pants and grabbed his cock, which by now was quite stiff. He responded by undoing her bra, revealing a beautiful pair of breasts, firm and high on her chest. He leaned down to kiss her breasts, unzipped her shorts, and put his hand on her moist sex, rubbing his fingers up and down the lips of her labia and gently stroking her clit. She started breathing heavily under his experienced ministrations until she came with a quiet cry. After a moment's pause, she resumed stroking his cock, alternating long strokes the length of the shaft with delicate circular motions of her fingertips around the head. It didn't take long for him to cum.

They lay blissfully in the afterglow. Time seemed to stand still. They drifted off to sleep.

But time doesn't actually stand still. Rob woke up and noticed that it was dark outside. He looked at his watch.

"Oh my god, it's 7:30 he shouted; we fell asleep!"

Reine was awake instantly. "I'm dead," she said. "Aunt Bridget is going to have my ass. We've got to get back! Now!!"

Rob drove as fast as he could, but of course, it was too late. They ran up the front steps and into the house. Miss Aubert was standing in the kitchen.

"I'm so, so sorry," Reine said pleadingly. We lost track of time. Is it too late to go to the dinner? I know you were looking forward to it.

"Far too late," replied her aunt. "It started at 6:30. It's almost 8:00 now. I can't believe you are this irresponsible, Reine."

"And you, Rob," she continued. I expected more from you as well. What were you two doing all this time?"

"Just driving around," Rob replied. "We lost track of the hour and were too far away to get back in time."

It was a lame excuse, but it was all he could come up with.

"Driving around, eh?" said Miss Aubert glaring at him. Is that why your tee shirt is on inside-out?"

She was right. In his haste to get dressed and get Reine home, he'd put his tee shirt on inside-out.

"Seems that you two were having fun, but that ends now. I'm disappointed in you, Rob. I would have hoped you could have kept your libido in check long enough to get Reine home when she needed to be."

"But it was your responsibility," she said, turning to Reine. "You knew how important this dinner was to me. Therefore, you will be the one to pay the price later tonight, and on the bare this time."

"As for you, Rob," she continued, "Reine is grounded for the remainder of her stay here. You are not to see her under any circumstances. If you can manage that, you will not receive further consequences at our next tutoring session."

Rob was in a daze. First was that comment about Reine paying the price "on the bare this time." Apparently, Miss Aubert disciplined her niece in the same way she did Rob during their tutoring sessions. And then there was this being grounded business. Rob couldn't bear the thought of not seeing or talking to Reine again after the afternoon they had just had together.

"It's more my fault than hers," he blurted out. "I had the watch, I drove the car, and I was the one who suggested we do what we did. It's all my fault. Please, punish me rather than Reine."

"Did Reine ask you to take her home earlier, Rob?" she replied. "Did she insist? Did she even ask you what time it was?"

"No, I didn't," Reine interjected. "I am so very sorry, Aunt Bridget. If I could fix this, I would. Punish me however you like, but please let Rob and I see each other again this week. I feel like we've become such good friends."

Miss Aubert thought for a moment. Then she spoke.

"OK, here's the deal. You both need to be punished for your childishness and your irresponsibility. If you both submit to the punishment I prescribe, you may continue to see each other this week.

"Oh, thank you!" Rob and Reine exclaimed in unison. "Thank you so much."

"Let's not waste time then, into the den with both of you."

They stole apprehensive glances at each other as they followed Miss Aubert into the den. She sat on the armless desk chair and motioned for the two to stand in front of her.

"First, for your childishness, you will each be spanked like a naughty child," she said. "Reine, you are first. Take off your shorts and panties and get across my lap."

Reine did as she was told. Rob had not gotten a good look at her bare bottom in the car and marveled at how perfectly shaped it was.

Miss Aubert began spanking Reine with her hand, alternating between cheeks. Sometimes she would hit the same cheek four or five times in a row or move down to her upper thighs. After 40 or 50 strokes, she stopped.

"That will do for now," she said. "Get up and stand over there facing me. "Rob, you're next."

Rob took off his jeans and undershorts and laid across Miss Aubert's lap. His cock was quite hard after watching Reine being spanked. Miss Aubert commenced spanking him as she had done with Reine. The blows rained down on his ass cheeks and thighs. She paid particular attention to his inner thighs, spreading his legs slightly to get better access.

"Up you go," she said. "Stand next to Reine and turn to face each other."

Rob did as he was told and found himself staring into Reine's eyes. It was a ridiculous sight, with both naked from the waist down. Rob's tee shirt was still on backward.

"So much for your spankings," said Miss Aubert. "Now it's time for you to be more severely punished for your adult irresponsibility. Reine, remove the rest of your clothes and bend over the desk."

"You each got the other in trouble today. So, I think it's only appropriate that you each punish the other. You will each give the other six strokes of the cane."

"Don't think you will be able to let each other off easily," she continued. If I decide that a stroke is not sufficiently hard, it will be repeated, and the one doing the caning will receive a stroke from me."

Miss Aubert withdrew two canes from the cupboard and handed one to Rob. Reine removed her clothes, looked apprehensively at Rob, and bent over the desk, the nipples of her firm breasts not quite touching it. Her feet were a shoulder's width apart. He could see her pussy lips, which looked moist.

Rob took his position. Her bottom was a bright shade of pink from the spanking. The skin was so smooth and delicate. It seemed a shame to mark it, even if the marks would disappear in a couple of days. He was very excited at the prospect of what he was about to do but also sympathetic to Reine's plight. He'd been there many times before and would be very soon again.

He drew the cane back and brought it forward with the softest stroke he thought he might get away with. Unfortunately, he misjudged.

"Are you kidding me, Rob?" Miss Aubert said with a laugh. "Is that what you call a caning? Bend over and put your hands on your knees."

Rob did as instructed, and Miss Aubert struck his bottom with her cane. The blow was low and hard. Rob winced but stayed in position.

"Stand up and get on with it," she said with disdain. "Reine, you will start over counting at one.

Rob realized he wasn't doing Reine any favors by going easy on her. All he was accomplishing was earning her additional strokes, along with more, very hard strokes for himself. He brought the cane down sharply this time, and Reine said, "One, thank you, sir."

The next three strokes were similarly hard. Reine managed to stay down and count them but was obviously in distress and crying softly. Rob's fifth stroke was again rather lackluster.

"That won't do. Over you go, Rob," said Miss Aubert.

Rob dutifully bent over and received another hard stroke from Miss Aubert. He then delivered the repeated fifth stroke, and the sixth, with sufficient vigor.

"That's better," she said with a nod. "Reine, stand up and take the cane. Rob, remove that ridiculous inside-out tee shirt and bend over the desk."

Her bottom flaming from a spanking and eight cane strokes, Reine needed no encouragement to cane Rob sufficiently hard. There were no repeated strokes. She laid down six neat stripes across Rob's bottom, joining the two already there from Miss Aubert. As she was caning him, he was able to look back and watch her lithe body moving with the effort of each stroke, her pert breasts swaying back and forth. Normally his cock softened a bit during a caning, but with Reine, it remained rigid.

"Excellent," said Miss Aubert, when Reine had finished. "You may stand, Rob."

"I must say, you both look quite contrite," she continued. "I trust you've learned your lessons about the importance of meeting commitments."

Rob wondered what was next. Every past punishment he'd received ended in a beautiful sexual experience. He prayed that would be the case tonight as well and that Reine would be a part of it. Their time together earlier in the day, combined with the experience of both caning and being caned by her, had left him as horny as he'd ever been.

Alas, it was not to be. "You can get dressed and leave now, Rob," Miss Aubert said. "Reine and I will be at the wedding tomorrow and visiting relatives on Sunday. I'll arrange for her to shadow you in your classes next week, so you'll have plenty of time to see each other, but she will not be available to go out in the evenings. She leaves to go back home Friday night."

Rob was devastated. Would he not get a chance to be intimate with Reine again? It seemed so unfair and frustrating.

"Get going now, Rob, it's getting late," Miss Aubert admonished him. "Reine, please go upstairs to your room. You're in for the night."

Rob walked down the steps with his head low. He really liked Reine, but with this turn of events, it seemed like he might never really get to know her. He got into his car and looked back at Miss Aubert's house. A figure moved in the upstairs window. It was Reine, standing in the window, still naked. She was looking right at him, her hand between her legs, pleasuring herself. Rob couldn't take it anymore. He managed to extract his rigid cock from his pants and began jerking off furiously. Before long he came in strong spurts. In the window, it looked like Reine did as well. It was an oddly intimate experience, given the distance and two panes of glass between them. He smiled a melancholy smile as he drove away.

Even without the chance to be alone, the next week was very nice. He was with Reine constantly during the day, in class, and at lunch. Miss Aubert even allowed him to drive her to and from school, but she had to be home by 4:00 PM sharp every day. He didn't want to think about what would happen if they were late.

She was a bit of a distraction in class, and he got four answers wrong on his French quiz on Thursday. As he was driving her home that day, he realized that usually, he'd have his tutoring session with Miss Aubert this afternoon, where he'd pay a steep price for all those wrong answers. Last week she'd canceled it because of Reine. He wondered what would happen this week. He usually stayed in the car after when he dropped Reine off, but today he accompanied her to the door. It was precisely 4:00, and Miss Aubert opened it as they walked up the steps.

"Almost late, Rob," she said with a grin. "I let you off last week, but we should have our tutoring session this week. You've been missing too many questions. Please come in."

Rob walked into the living room, and she motioned for him to go into the den. Reine started to go upstairs. "Drop off your things and please join us in the den, Reine," Miss Aubert instructed.

Miss Aubert followed Rob into the den, and Reine joined them. She'd changed into a pair of short shorts and a tee shirt.

"You missed four questions today, Rob. They'll be no free pass this time. Strip and bend over the desk."

Rob did as he was told. The stripes from the eight cane strokes of his previous punishment were still visible on his bottom.

"I think we'll change things up a bit this time," Miss Aubert said. Your bottom has seen enough of the cane for one week."

She opened one of the desk drawers and took out a leather strap. It was about two and a half inches wide and two feet long, including the handle.

"We'll use this instead of the cane. It won't do as much damage. But it will be five strokes per wrong answer instead of two, so that's twenty strokes."

She took her position next to him, spreading her feet and measuring the distance with a light flick of the strap against his bottom.

"That one doesn't count," she joked. Then addressing Reine, she said, "To get the maximum effect from a strap, you want to use plenty of wrist, like a golf or racquetball swing, like this."

She took a full swing, shifting weight to power the stroke, and snapping her wrist just as the strap struck. Rob inhaled sharply at the blow and counted, "One, thank you, Miss."

That hurt. It wasn't as bad as the cane, but Miss Aubert had swung full force. She was much more circumspect with the cane so as not to cause too much damage. But the prospect of nineteen more like that one had Rob wondering if this was a good deal after all.

"Are you getting the idea," she said to Reine. "Take a good backswing, shift your weight from your back leg to the front, and follow through."

Crack! The second blow landed, just as hard as the first. Rob closed his eyes momentarily and said, "Two, thank you, Miss."

"Here, you take over," Miss Aubert said to Reine, handing her the strap.

Reine continued the strapping. The blows still stung, but they weren't nearly as bad as Miss Aubert's. Rob worried that Reine might get into trouble or have to repeat strokes, but her aunt seemed to be in a forgiving mood. After the twentieth stroke, Rob was allowed to get up, and they moved to the sofa for the review session. Miss Aubert sat on Rob's right and Reine on his left.

They reviewed the material, and then it was time for the review questions. Mercifully Rob got them all right. The strap must have helped focus his mind. This performance earned him a cock stroking from Reine for each correct answer. She was very enthusiastic and he struggled not to cum.

Miss Aubert began taking off her clothes. Nude now, she lay back on the sofa and spread her legs. Reine took a seat in one of the desk chairs and watched intently.

Rob knew the drill. He began by kissing Miss Aubert's feet and slowly moved up her calves, kissing and licking as he went. He continued up the insides of her thighs. He ran his tongue up and down the lips of her labia and plunged it into her vagina as far as he could. He teased her clit and continued licking and sucking. After some time, she squeezed her thighs together, arched her back, and erupted in orgasm.

She lay there for a minute to two with her eyes closed, then opened them, stood up, and started to dress. Unlike their regular routine, she didn't touch Rob. His cock was rigid.

"You did well today, Rob, both in accepting your punishment and in the review quiz. Without Reine to distract you, I expect you'll do better on next week's quiz."

She walked to the door, turned, and said, "I'll leave you kids to finish up here. I'll be upstairs in my room reading if you need me."

She left the room and closed the door behind her. Rob and Reine looked at one another.

"Do that to me," said Reine as she undressed as fast as possible.

Rob was happy to oblige her. Though immensely exciting, their activities in the back seat of his car the other day had been limited to a hand job and fingering.

He began the same way he had with Miss Aubert, starting at Reine's ankles and working his way up her calves and the insides of her thighs. But he only lightly brushed her pussy with his lips on the way to her stomach and breasts. He spent a long time on her breasts, licking and sucking them, and circling the nipples with his tongue. Occasionally he'd stroke her pussy with his hand, which caused her to arch her back.

He rolled her over on her stomach and continued kissing her back, working his way down her spine to that luscious ass. He slowly kissed along each cane stripe, moving from top to bottom. He ended at the delicious crease between her ass and thighs.

He rolled her back over, spreading her legs and plunging his face into her pussy. He kissed, licked, and sucked her hungrily. It wasn't long before she came, drenching his mouth and cheeks with her juices.

He continued kissing and licking her. As she was nearing another orgasm, she grabbed his face with her hands, pulling him away from her pussy. She stared into his eyes and said, "I want you inside me. Now. Totally."

Rob climbed on top of her and guided his cock into her vagina. He felt a slight resistance and paused, looking at her. She nodded, and he gently pushed himself in deeper. She gave a small cry, hugged him tightly, and kissed him deeply. He resumed thrusting at a quickening pace. He eventually exploded in a massive orgasm, his entire body convulsing. They lay together on the sofa for a long time.

The next day was bittersweet. Rob came along on the ride to the Airport. They held each other and kissed.

"Look me up the next time you're in France," she said. Then she turned and walked toward the plane, pausing as they checked her ticket to look back at him with a smile and a wink. Then she was gone.

A trip to France suddenly seemed like a very good idea for a vacation.