Someone asked me to describe the punishment stool, so this is to the best of my ability: It is made of oak about eight inches higher than a normal chair, not quite as high as a bar stool. The top is upholstered in what I assume is leather and there are straps to fasten their legs in place, the back is a little higher than a dinning chair. The top rail of the back is wider than normal and is also covered in leather. About halfway down the back is a bar around two inches in diameter, with leather straps nailed to it. It has had a lot of use going by the wear where the hands get to on this bar and a friend of ours who knows about these things said that it could have been made anywhere from 1850 to 1920, he also said that they were not that uncommon at one time.

I had not been to see Janice for around six weeks now, but Anne, my wife was going on a weeks organized camp with a load of other mothers and so I thought that I may be able to get a few days with her. Jonathan, her son, was off on his holidays with his dad for the week and so everything looked good. I told Janice of my plan to come stay with her for a few days and she was delighted at the prospect, adding that she m\y just go and do some cloths shopping. This all sounded promising.

I arrived at her house with clothes for a day or so, having got some time off work and was looking forwards to a good time. Janice met me at the door in the tartiest outfit I had seen her in; high heels, fishnets, short skirt and piled on makeup, I’m shore you get the picture. “I ain’t got your money.” was the first thing she said to me. A bit strange I thought, but then I realised that it was all part of a roll play. “Then you had better get ready for a spanking then” I said to her as I took hold of her face with my hand and gave her a rough kiss, as I squeezed her bum with my other hand.

She made for the stairs and as I was a step or so behind her, I could see that the fishnets were stockings and that she was either not wearing any pants, or she was wearing the worlds tinies g string. She climbed up on to the stool and knelt. I Lifted her top of exposing her boobs, as she hadn’t been wearing a bra. I pulled her hair into a rough ponytail in my hands and pulled her over the back of the stool, before lifting her skirt up her back. She was indeed wearing the tiniest string I had ever seen, consisting of a triangle of red cloth about an inch wide at the front tapering to nothing at the back, no more than two inches long, held on by string tied at her hips. No need to remove that yet I thought.

I fastened her hands to the bar and tightened the straps over her legs, before I took the paddle from the draw and proceeded to slap her bum all over with a lot of gentle taps getting harder as I went, until the whole area was a nice pink colour, telling her how bad she was and that I would have my monies worth from her body. As I started to slap her harder, I could see that the throng was already wet, and it wasn’t going to take much to make her come today.

Ten minutes later Janice’s arse was beginning to look like raw meat, but she hadn’t complained yet and so I continued spanking her for a while longer, but I was getting a bit worried that it could all go too far and so I stopped spanking for a while and went to fetch a beer from the fridge. “You can’t just leave me here fastened up.” Wailed Janice “Yes I can, and that’s just what I am going to do.” I replied. “No, no, please don’t leave me here like this.” She pleaded, but I ignored her and went down for the beer.

When I got back, I rolled the cold tin across Janice’s bum. “Oh, that’s cold, but nice and soothing.” She said. “Well don’t get used to it I haven’t nearly finished with you yet.” I told her, I think I heard her sob when I said it, but she didn’t object. After having a drink from the can I fetched her vibrator from the draw and turned it on to the lowest setting, before touching it onto her thong and gently running it up and down her pussy lips, from clit to bum.

Janice was squirming as I did and so I slipped her thong to one side and slowly pressed it into her hole. She sighed as I did and then groaned as I took it back out and ran it up and down her lips again.  She was asking me to make her come, but it wasn’t going to happen until she begged. Beg she did, make me come please make me come, she wailed.

I dropped the vibrator and slid my, now hard dick slowly into her, she groaned as I did. I pulled back, about two inches and then pressed in again, Janice was trying to press back onto me, but the straps stopped her. She was almost crying in her need, after all she had been on the edge of orgasm for around fifteen minutes now.

As I quickened the pace a little, Janice started to moan, which turned into a growl and finally became a roar as the full impact of the orgasm hit her. She was shaking and sobbing for around six minutes as I worked up enough to shoot my load up her.

 Janice, now lay over the back of the chair panting as I unfastened the straps. As soon as I had, Janice climbed off the stool and lay on the bed, still trying to get her breath back. I had only been here for three hours, and I had come twice and fucked Janice to a standstill, this was going to be a good few days.