A wooden spoon on her inner thighs

"Would this do?" Léa asks, holding up a wooden spoon after returning from a quick trip to the kitchen (performed au naturel, without a hint of self-consciousness or embarrassment, no doubt giving any of her housemates who happened to be there quite a treat). "I do not know whether it is a traditional implement for the bumps, though, Jaques."

"Well, actually," you reply, thinking quickly, "it's not very common, but sometimes the bumps are given with a spoon on the thighs. The inner thighs, in fact."

"Really, Jaques? I did not know this." Probably because you've just made it up. "Whereabouts is it the norm?"

"I don't think it's exactly normal anywhere," you reply, "but if a mother thinks her daughter is getting a bit too big for her boots, but hasn't done anything specific to warrant a spanking, then a wooden spoon can just act as a gentle reminder. It hurts a bit more than most birthday spankings, you see."

"Yes, I do see. I hope that I have not come across as too big for my boots, as you said, Jaques. If I have, I can only apologise,"

"No, no, not at all, Léa. I just thought you might like to compare. Since it is a little sharper, why don't we call this the bumps for your eighteenth, rather than twenty-sixth? Eight fewer taps should make it easier for you."

"Yes, Jaques, I should like that, I think."

"Excellent." You pull Léa's chair into position and tell her to put one foot on the seat, exposing the creamy flesh of her inner thigh to your gaze and castigation.

"Please may I have my first bump, Jaques," the pretty lectrice says with a smile and you give her a single, hard smack, very near her crotch, but using just your wrist. It's still enough to raise a tiny red splotch and make her jump a little.

"Ah, thank-you, Jaques. Please may I have the second."

You were planning to give nine on each side, one on top of another, but after only six, Léa is crying again and the splotch is turning into a blister, so you realize you need to move on or the playful spanking will turn into something rather less fun, for one of you, at least. You step round behind her and start smacking the other thigh from the back. From this side you can see the effects of the hairbrush on her bum from earlier and the spoon looks considerably more severe, even just using flicks instead of proper swats using your forearm.

When Léa counts off the twelfth, she's actually weeping quite well and you give her a little break.

"That's looking rather sore, there. How are you finding it?"

"Yes, Jaques," she sniffles, "it is much more intense than the belt. I will certainly feel it for more than a day and I can see why daughters might improve their attitudes after a spanking like this."

You walk back round in front and run your fingers over the throbbing weals, causing a swift intake of breath from the young lectrice.

"Léa, I could finish with another three on either side, or…" you let your fingers drift higher "…we could go in between."

You look into the blonde's teary eyes and she gazes back at you, unblinking.

"Yes, Jaques," she whispers, "that."

With a smile, you ready the spoon again and aim the first of six firm smacks at the neat swell of her tight pudenda.

Every swat elicits a yelp, a moan and more tears, but Léa never wavers, begging for the next until the spanking is complete and her sex is bright red. The pinch you give her to grow on makes her jump, but then she's pleading for the chance to tip you and you're only too happy to make her wish come true.

Her cunt looks terribly inviting with its adornment of crimson blotches, but you decide on a nice, relaxed blow job and take the blonde's place on the chair, although sitting, rather than standing on one leg.

It's readily apparent that despite being several years older than most of the students at the university, she has considerably less experience of fellatio in general and deep throating in particular. Nevertheless, she learns quickly and is soon taking your whole length between her lips as smoothly and eagerly as you could wish. With the memory of recent events fresh in your mind to stimulate you, it shouldn't take long for her to finish the job, but she doesn't rush to the end, instead allowing you to savour the exquisite sensations at your leisure.

She works without complaint, glancing up at your face to make sure she's still on the right track and after a few minutes, she's rewarded with a gullet full of spunk and allows your now flaccid prick to slip from her mouth with a smile.

Léa tries to speak, gasps in shock, then holds her hand to her throat while she rasps out her thanks for the spanking and her hope that she satisfied you. You confirm that she did and reassure her that she'll be more or less back to normal in the morning. Since she's clearly going to find conversation difficult tonight, you invite the pretty blonde to your place tomorrow for dinner and the next set of belated birthday bumps. She obviously didn't find tonight's activities too unpleasant, because she agrees immediately, if rather hoarsely. After straightening your clothes, you leave the lectrice with a kiss on the cheek and make your way home.