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LADIES IN LEATHER GLOVES |
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The Stepmother
Part Three “Okay Richard. Its over now” Jennifer said in a soothing voice. Jennifer stroked Richard’s bottom with a leather-clad hand. My word, I really have done a good job with your bottom. Wait till you see it Richard? I don’t think you will be sitting down for a while. Jennifer eased Richard off her lap and watched him lay on the floor as he continued to cry. “Come on Richard. The punishment has finished. You can stop that crying. Now I want you to contemplate for a while what has just happened and let the lesson sink in. So I am going to leave you here while I do some work “Oh please Jennifer” Richard snivelled “untie me. My arms are killing me.” “One more reason to remember the lesson” Jennifer stated in her most assertive fashion. However, Jennifer pondered that the rope might be cutting off too much circulation and thought it might be wise to loosen Richard’s bonds a little. Richard watched as Jennifer manipulated her leather gloves finger by finger from her hands. Placing the gloves on the chair, Jennifer knelt down and by untying one of Richard’s wrists she loosened his bonds. However, she quickly re-secured the knot and much to Richard’s astonishment, used an end of the rope that she had used for tying his legs to attach to his arms. His legs were forced up uncomfortably and gradually pulled towards his arms. When Jennifer was satisfied that she had pulled the rope tight enough, she secured the end around Richard’s tied arms. Jennifer checked his bonds and happy with her work announced: “Now I think its time to leave you to ponder the last hour or so. I am going to leave my hairbrush and gloves in view so that you can remember what has just happened, although by the look of your bottom, I don’t think you need too much reminding.” Jennifer duly placed the items by Richard and without another word, she spun on her heels and marched off to her study with the sensuous clicking of her heels leaving a vivid memory of superiority in Richard’s mind. When Jennifer reached her study, she shut the door and fell into her antique Georgian desk chair. She had done it. He had capitulated just as she had hoped. Yes indeed he was a pathetic creature that needed all the help that she could give him. She went over in her mind the details of the last hour and a half when suddenly she realised with some embarrassment that she had enjoyed the experience. Although she was sure that most women would enjoy punishing someone as spoilt, rude and childish as Richard, there was something else. Towards the end, Jennifer felt a warm glow of contentment at her dominance over Richard. She had work to do, but she couldn’t concentrate. However, Jennifer was a single-minded lady and with a discipline that Richard could only dream of, she picked up the Financial Times and started to absorb the details. She was soon deep in a world she understood well. A few clicks of the mouse of her computer and she started to examine movements across her many portfolios and started to delve ever deeper into reasons. Prior to meeting her husband, Jennifer had been a highly successful fund manager and she now used her exceptional intelligence and hard gained expertise to expand the wealth her husband left her. Not exactly poor herself, Jennifer watched over a combination of portfolios worth nearly £100 million. Jennifer allowed herself to briefly think about what had happened earlier in the day and marvelled at the power of money. Thank goodness it was in her hands and not Richard. He had to mature in so many ways before he could be entrusted with such a responsibility. After making some final calls, Jennifer wondered back to the study to find Richard in exactly the position she left him. He looked at her imploringly as if to say, “please let me loose”. This time, he needn’t have worried as Jennifer bent down and proceeded to untie him. She was a very gentle and kind person now compared with the disciplinarian that confronted Richard earlier. “Go and have a bath Richard and see if the hot water takes away some of the bruising” Jennifer encouraged in a motherly tone. Richard staggered to his feet. He looked very shaky as the blood poured back to his extremities. The humiliation of what had happened was very great and he could not look at Jennifer. He simply collected his clothes and disappeared. Jennifer smiled and congratulated herself on what she considered a job well done. I think I deserve a bath myself she thought. So picking up her hairbrush, the rope and leather gloves, she headed upstairs to her rooms and ran a hot bath, ready to luxuriate and relax. Meanwhile, Richard was not luxuriating or relaxing. He had taken Jennifer’s advice and was struggling to get into the bath. He had to run more cold water before his bottom didn’t sting unbearably. Eventually, he managed to lower himself into the bath, but the only position he could maintain was a kneeling one. His bottom was far too sore to allow him to either sit or lie down. It was going to be a long night. He still couldn’t believe what had happened. My god, how could a woman carry out such a formidable punishment. Then Richard realised that he shouldn’t have been surprised. Jennifer was a frighteningly competent lady. Later that evening, there was a knock at Richard’s door and the door opened. Jennifer entered and Richard’s heart sank as he saw that she was carrying her leather gloves and that evil hairbrush. “What now” Richard almost yelled as the prospect of another beating was just too much. As usual, Jennifer was beautifully dressed in a black skirt and white silk blouse. “Just a little reminder Richard. As you go to sleep tonight, I want the events of the day to remain at the forefront of your mind”. Jennifer pulled a chair into the middle of the room and sat down. Richard was in a dressing gown so it was not necessary for him to get undressed. Jennifer put the hairbrush on her lap and started to pull on her black kid gloves. Richard watched transfixed, as Jennifer first manipulated her left glove into position and then started to pull on her right glove. After much attention, Jennifer looked up at Richard and commanded “Over my lap please Richard”. “Please no more Jennifer. I am still in absolute agony.” “Oh, don’t talk nonsense Richard. All you’ve had is a spanking. You can hardly be in agony. No over my lap now please”. Richard hesitated. “Richard, don’t make me have to tie you up again. I’m only going to give you a round dozen so let’s get on with it.” Reluctantly Richard sidled over to Jennifer and kneeled down to her right. She helped him over her lap, and with a leather clad hand held him firmly in place. Then the beating started. Jennifer was good to her word. Just a dozen. But what a dozen they were. The hairbrush fairly buried itself into Richard’s bottom and tears were flowing down his cheeks before Jennifer reached the half way mark. Although Richard was thrashing around, Jennifer managed to keep a secure grip throughout the spanking. “Okay Richard. That’s it for today. Now I’ve had to treat you like a little boy today and to finish off lets have you straight into bed.” Tears were still falling down Richard’s cheeks but he was not going to argue at this late stage with his awesome stepmother. “Good night Richard. I will see you in the morning for breakfast at eight o clock sharp”. With that Jennifer left the room and headed back to her own rooms. She sat down at the dressing table and looked at herself in the mirror. There was a satisfied look on her face and she had to admit that she did look a forceful character. “Yes, the leather gloves certainly helped reinforce the look that she wanted to convey” she thought to herself. She examined her hands in the mirror and had to admit that the tightly stretched leather over her hands and arms looked highly sexy. And then she did something that she had not done in a very long time. Her hands gradually moved towards her breasts and before she could help herself, she started to stroke her nipples through the fine silk of her blouse. Jennifer wanted to stop herself, but it had been too long and she knew that she had to pleasure herself. Jennifer had her first orgasm that evening in a very long time and she didn’t feel guilty. As she lay in bed thinking about the extraordinary events of the day, Jennifer realised that punishing Richard had awoken a sadistic desire within her that she did not know existed. She wondered whether this was a common trait in people or an unusual one. She then turned to thoughts of how long it would take to get Richard back on the straight and narrow. Quite some time she thought to herself rather happily trying to fight off some rather naughty thoughts. With that she turned over and went to sleep.
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