I arrive home from work and she‟s sitting at the dining table. My 35 year-old in her school uniform is sucking a lollipop. She looks coy but amazingly horny in a navy blue, pleated mini-skirt; white shirt & school tie; navy blue blazer & school boater. She’s wearing knee length white socks and black patent shoes and I can see the outline of a lace bra under her shirt and my manhood stirs in my trousers. Behind her, hanging on a hook on the wall, is an old bent-handled cane. I ask if she‟s had a good day. She says she‟s been a very naughty girl and has been kept behind for detention. On the table is a piece of paper on which she‟s written, “I mustn‟t play games with the boys” about 20 times. I ask why she has detention and she says that she was playing with the boys and had looked at their willies. I told her that she was a very bad girl indeed for looking at boys willies and, if I had been her teacher, I would have given her the cane. She smiles and says that she‟d been very, very naughty. I tell her to stand up and lean over the room divider worktop. I take off my jacket, roll up my sleeves and fetch the cane from its hook. She‟s taken off her blazer and is leaning over the worktop with her bottom slightly raised. I lift her skirt to reveal her small, white panties. I slowly pull them half way down her thighs exposing her pert, round bottom. I ask her how many boys‟ willies she‟d looked at and she says there were six boys and she‟d touched 4 of their willies. I tell her that‟s more serious than just looking so she must be severely punished. I move next to her and touch her bottom with the tip of the cane. It leaves shallow dent in her pale pink cheek. She adjusts her feet and pushes her bottom out a little in expectation of what will follow. I bring the cane down across her cheeks and a red wheal rises on her skin. The next two follow in quick succession and her bottom is glowing with red lines. Three more strokes of the cane and she groans. That‟s enough. I tell her to pull up her panties and turn round. She leans back on against the worktop, her feet apart and her legs open. She undoes her tie and her hands continue to move across her breasts, down her belly and under her skirt. The little, pleated skirt is stretched, splayed out across her hips and the front is raised on her wrists letting me see her hands inside her panties. Her fingers rest on her labia and her thumbs slowly stroke the little strip of hair that she left after shaving her pubis. She says she hopes she‟s a better girl now that she‟s been caned and is there any way she can show me how good she is. I tell her that she must show me how she touched the boys‟ willies. She tells me that she was standing in the playground scratching her minge, as she‟s doing now, and the boys gathered round to watch. She says some of them got their willies out and started to play with them, so she asked if she could join in and they said yes. I ask how she‟d played with them. She takes her hand from her panties and says she could show me but those boys already had their willies in their hands. I unzip my fly and pull out my stiff penis. She says yes, just like that. With her legs straight and her feet apart, she leans forward from the waist, takes a firm grip on my penis and engages her soft lips around its head. Her posture is very correct; head erect, back straight, hips and bottom jutting out. She moves her mouth slowly on my penis, dragging with her lips as she pushes it in and sucking as she pulls it out. As her body rocks with the in & out motion, I see her breasts moving under her shirt. I reach out and undo three buttons. Her breasts are hanging down invitingly inside her bra. They sway as she moves and I can see the outline of her nipples, dark against the white lace. I tell her to stand up straight and she resumes her position against the worktop; legs apart, shirt half open. On my instruction she unfastens the remaining buttons and lets her shirt-front fall apart exposing her lace-clad breasts. My hands explore her breasts as she lifts her skirt again. With one hand she pulls the gusset of her knickers aside to let her other hand slip inside them. I watch her middle finger twitching against her clitoris and I lift her bra so her breasts fall free. I run my thumbs backwards and forwards across her nipples before bending to suck them. She smiles and purrs with pleasure. I kneel and pull her panties down to her ankles; she steps out of them, leans back against the worktop and spreads her legs again. Her hands reach down her belly and she pulls her outer lips open with her fingers. Her vulva looks like a deep pink rose with a dark centre that is her vaginal entrance. Just above it, her urethral opening is small, tight and I imagine her passing water into my mouth. I place a light kiss on it. My tongue follows the line of her inner lips and flicks across her small, pink clitoris. As I lick around it, it swells out of its hood and a trace of fluid glistens in her vaginal opening. I lick it away, revelling in its musk. She holds her lips apart encouraging me to enter her with my tongue. I probe her, trying to reach inside her vagina to find more of her lubricating fluid. She pushes her fingers into her vulva and pulls open the entrance to her vagina. He thumbs rub each side of her clitoris as I lick the muscular walls of her entrance. My hands cup her buttocks and I can feel them flexing as I arouse her with my tongue. I feel fluid hitting my top lip and pull my face away from her rose-pink sex. Her urethra is pulsing as it prepares to pass water again. It opens and a gush of her clear, sweet water splashes onto my face. I open my mouth to catch the next splash and a stream pours from her opening onto my tongue. Several earlier glasses of water have made it slightly salt, slightly sweet but with no smell of urine. I swallow the hot liquid she passes and my shirt front is soaked with what I miss. When she‟s finished, I tell her to remove her shirt and bra. I direct her to kneel and I place my penis in her mouth. As she sucks at me I relax to allow my stream to form. I know the feeling in my prostate that signals my ability to empty my bladder while still erect. In short bursts, I pass water directly into her mouth and she drinks it with relish. I withdraw my penis and direct my stream into her face. Her eyes are closed and she smiles as she turns her face from side to side in the jet of urine, allowing it to trickle down her throat and onto her breasts. I remove my cold, wet shirt and lift her to her feet. I pull her to me and the piss on her tits lubricates our embrace. I lick my urine from her throat and, as it cools, from her stiffening nipples. I turn her round; she leans forward on the worktop and I remove my clothes. Her legs are spread wide and her long white socks grip her thighs just above the knee. I undo the zipper on her pleated skirt and pull it over her hips. She quickly steps out of it and resumes her open legged posture, knowing what is to come next. Reaching under her, I start to massage her pouting wet crotch. She gives a small moan and her buttocks part as she pushes backwards to get more sensation. Her anus is tightly closed and pouts as she waves desire pulse through her abdomen. Her puckered little pink starfish is surrounded by fine, downy hair and I kneel to worship at its altar of pleasure. I rim her and push my tongue against the resistance of her sphincter. Though she washed before I got home, it still smells slightly of faeces. I lick between her two pleasure holes, my tongue taking the mucus oozing from her open vulva and press it into her anus. Using her lubrication, I push two fingers into her and twist them inside her hole. She reaches between her legs to play with herself while I twist and pull her arse with my fingers. When I determine she‟s loose enough, I pull my fingers out and lick them searching for traces of faeces. I push my old fella into her bum; she enjoys having her fundament stretched like this and her finger work intensifies. The harder she rubs the more she pants and the more her hips move. She pushes against me, intensifying my sensation and making me more and more aroused. I can feel semen filling my gubernaculum and know that I will soon ejaculate. Her climax is building too and she arrives at her peak of ecstasy at the same time as me. As she shudders and her legs shake, I ejaculate into her bum-hole and my manhood slides easily in its own lubrication. I stay inside her bum until my penis deflates and, as I pull it out, semen dribbles from her and drips in gobbets slowly down her legs. She turns and kisses me and we share a moment of intimacy. I tell her not to wash but to put her uniform on again because she‟s been a very good girl and I am taking her out to a club where she can look at, and hopefully play with, some more boys‟ willies!