Fiona and Tim had both been looking forward to the Celwood School open day. The school only took students aged sixteen years or older. Tim had gone there to study for his university entrance exams when he was eighteen. Tim was keen to visit because he was a past pupil and Fiona because she had been excited by the stories Tim used to tell her about his school days.
Fiona had most enjoyed the stories Tim had told her about the times he'd been in trouble and then been subsequently punished by his housemaster Mr Davis. Tim had explained that the standard punishment at Celwood had been the cane. The usual punishment was six strokes given over the trousers. But for more serious offences it would be on the bare. This all took place whilst bending over an old leather chair in the corner of the master's study.
After the caning pupils would proudly show off their marked behinds in the showers or in the dormitories at night. Fiona and Tim were both now in their twenties, but Fiona had never been caned, She had dropped several hints to Tim that she'd like to try, but without any luck. The closest she'd managed so far was to get Tim to spank her whilst fucking her from behind. The sting of his hand on her bum combined with the thrusting of his cock always pushed Fiona over the edge. Fiona was hoping that by revisiting his old school and the master's study she'd finally be able to get Tim to try out the cane on her.
They'd decided to make a weekend out of the trip as they both now lived some way from the school. So on the Friday night as they drove to the hotel they were staying at for the weekend Fiona managed to get the conversation around to Mr Davis and the cane. Tim told her that Mr Davis had a number of canes and if it was a serious breach of school rules he would sometimes use a thicker 'senior' cane which left heavy welts. Apparently after having received the cane the errant pupil would have to remain bending over the chair whilst Mr Davis went about his work in his study. Only after about ten to fifteen minutes would the pupil be told they could leave. It was generally felt that this was done so that Mr Davis could admire his handiwork and there were rumours that he might have been relieving himself behind his desk! Although this was probably more imagination rather than reality.
The hotel that they had booked for the weekend was an old country-style place. As a treat, Fiona had booked the master suite which she felt was somehow appropriate. As it turned out, their room had a four-poster bed and a separate seating area with two leather armchairs and a low table. Fiona's heart skipped a beat when she saw the leather chairs and she asked Tim if they were similar to the chair in the master's study? Tim agreed that they were, and with a sly wink suggested that they might make use of one of them later.
After an early dinner in the hotel restaurant, they retired to their room where Tim made good on his promise. First he took Fiona in the missionary position on the bed and then from behind whilst bent over one of the leather arm chairs. Tim had a thing about fucking Fiona whilst she was wearing her knickers, and Fiona loved to watch them fucking. So, she had carefully positioned the leather armchair so that she could watch them fuck in the reflection of a large mirror on the wall. To please Tim she had slipped back on her skimpy black lace knickers. This had the desired effect and Tim pulled them to one side and entered her from behind as she bent over the chair. By looking sideways Fiona could see her reflection bent over the chair and Tim fucking her from behind. She encouraged Tim to spank her as he roughly took her from behind. His punishing hand and thrusting cock soon pushed her to a screaming climax. Tim came moments later, pulling out at the last moment, spurting cum all over her knickers and her back.
Later during the night, they both awakened and, still feeling horny, fucked again; this time with Fiona riding Tim in the reverse cowgirl position. This allowed her to see the leather arm chair and imagine she was bent over it getting the cane from Mr Davis.
They slept in the following morning and Fiona teased Tim in bed with her tongue until he was painfully erect. She then bent over the arm chair again, offering him her behind. Tim happily entered her and fucked her with long languorous strokes. Fiona excitedly watched their reflection in the mirror again. Whilst Fiona didn’t mind anal sex, with Tim it could be quite painful as he was very well hung. But this morning she wanted to feel dominated as she bent over the chair. She encouraged Tim to take her ass, knowing it was something he very much enjoyed. Tim was more than happy to accommodate her and he gradually forced himself inside, fucking her ass with hard measured strokes. It didn’t take long for either of them to reach their climax and again Tim pulled out at the last moment, quickly moving around to Fiona’s face so that he could shoot his load into her mouth.
After showering and getting dressed, they left the hotel and made their way to the school. Fiona had decided to wear a short grey pleated skirt and a tight white tee shirt. Whilst not very revealing, the tee shirt did make the best of her curves.
They were greeted upon arrival at the school by current pupils who acted as guides. Small parties were shown around the school with stops at various points to explain how the school had developed and what new facilities had been added. Fiona’s excitement grew as they neared the dormitories and the housemaster's office. Their guide led them into an old musty room, explaining that this was the office or Mr Davis, one of the oldest masters at the school.
The room had a large polished desk by the window and opposite a well-worn brown leather chair. The walls were covered in photographs and certificates, but Fiona’s eyes were locked on the chair. Tim noticed that Fiona was staring at the chair and whispered in her ear that it was the same chair that he and many of his classmates had bent over to receive the cane. Fiona carefully looked around the room, but could see no signs of any canes, just a tall cupboard and a filing cabinet.
The group was then led from the room by their guide who said they were now heading for the new science block on the other side of the school. As they walked down the corridor away from the study, Fiona pulled Tim aside and told him she was going back to find the loo and she’d meet him in the science block. Tim seemed happy as he was looking forward to seeing the new block as he’d enjoyed science at school.
Once the group had disappeared Fiona turned back to the study and quietly crept back inside. The room was still empty and she walked to the leather arm chair, running her hand across the back, wondering what stories it could tell! A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine as she carefully positioned herself and then bent over the back. The chair was at a height that it perfectly presented her behind and the two arms made perfect rests for her hands. She slightly spread her legs and sank further into the chair, pushing her head into the seat. It was then that she heard a noise behind her. She sprang from the chair and turned around – only to find herself face to face with a serious-looking man dressed in a black school gown.
The man introduced himself as Mr Davis and asked Fiona what she had been doing and why she was in his study on her own. Fiona was blushing furiously as she lied, saying that she’d lost her way and had stopped in the study to rest. It was clear from the look on his face that Mr Davis did not believe her and he told her so, demanding she tell him what she was doing otherwise he would call the Police.