Mrs. Johnson's lesson.

Sam led you by the hand to Mr. Johnson's office, or at least that was where he usually retired after dinner those times he had been home when you were here. She opens the door, and to your shock, the room isn't an office as you thought but a well-furnished dungeon. Sam's mom sits on a chair, which you can only describe as a thorne furthest in the room. She has changed clothes and is now sporting a leather pencil skirt, red satin blouse, corset, and pumps. She's dressed as some perverted version of a teacher or principal at school and inspecting something in her hands. As you get closer, you spot the gleaming black shaft of the cane. She looks at the two of you and puts the cane to the side.

"There you are, dear." she smiles at her. "Has your boy behaved himself?" Sam squeezes your hand.

"Yes, he's been very good mom." Mrs. Johnson gets up from the throne and caresses Sams's face.

"Good, then we can start your first lesson." She spins Sam around and speaks low into her ear. "Tell me what you see." Sam takes a moment before saying,

"I see James." Mrs Johnson caresses her cheek.

"Aw, that's cute, dear, but you know what I'm asking for?" Sam looks apologetic as she begins to speak.

"I see a boy, and he is very cute. He is my best friend, and I have a crush on him." Sam's face went pink as she said that. Mrs. Johnson smirked.

"Now we're getting somewhere. Tell me more." Sam hesitates but finally says,

"I want to kiss him, but I don't know if I should." Mrs. Johnson pulls her close and whispers in her ear.

"You can do anything you want to James, dear. He is yours."

Sam's eyes widen, and she nods, "Okay."

Mrs. Johnson turns and looks at you. "James, come here."

You approach hesitantly, unsure of what to expect. Mrs. Johnson looks at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Sam, show James what he needs to do to please you."

Sam walks up to you, her eyes locked on yours. "Kiss me, James." You lean in, brushing your lips against hers. She tastes like strawberries and feels like silk against your skin.

As you pull away, you notice Mrs. Johnson watching with a satisfied look on her face.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" She stands up and walks toward you, her heels clicking on the hard stone floor. "Now it's time to teach you a lesson about respect. And the first step is to show you what happens when you misbehave. And don't be shy, James. We want to see all of you." You hesitate for a moment, feeling embarrassed and exposed, but you remember Sam's words and follow her instructions. You quickly remove your shirt and pants, standing there in your underwear, feeling awkward and uncomfortable. Mrs. Johnson runs the cane down your side, tracing the lines of your body.
"Samantha, dear, have a seat." Sam sits down on the throne, her eyes wide as she watches her mother. "Now, James, I want you to get on your knees and kiss Sam's feet."

You hesitate for a moment, not sure if you want to do this. But you remember Sam's words again and comply, placing your lips against her soft, warm foot. She giggles as you gently nuzzle her foot, and you look up to see Mrs. Johnson watching with approval.

"That's it, James. Keep going. Make her feel as good as she makes you feel." You continue to nuzzle and kiss Sam's feet, feeling her body relaxing against the throne. Mrs. Johnson moves behind you, and you sense her getting closer. Suddenly, and suddenly you feel her breath against your ear. "That's it, James. You're doing such a good job. Now look at the effect you are having."

You glance up to see Sam biting her lip and staring at you with a mix of lust and longing in her eyes.

She is trying to hide her arousal. But you spot her hands covertly griping her breasts and squeezing them. You realize what Mrs. Johnson is trying to do, and you can't help but feel a stirring in your groin. You continue to kiss Sam's feet, enjoying the feeling of her lips against yours. Mrs. Johnson stands behind you, her breath still hot against your ear.

"Do you see how you affect her? How does she respond to you? It's because she loves you, James. And if you want to keep her, you must give her what she needs." You nod, feeling conflicted and confused. Mrs. Johnson continues, her voice is soft and seductive. "You must treat her like a queen, James. She deserves nothing less. Do you understand?

And if she doesn't feel like she is being treated like the queen she deserves, there will be consequences.

Do you hear me?" You nod again, unable to speak. Mrs. Johnson moves back in front of you, her eyes burning with intensity. "Good boy. Now stand up."

You reluctantly pull yourself away from Sam's feet and stand up, feeling exposed and embarrassed. Mrs. Johnson runs the cane down your side again, tracing the lines of your body.

"Now, I want you to stand against that wall there."

You walk over to the wall, guided by Mrs. Johnson's cane. She guides you to the St. Andrew's cross. When you reach it, you feel your arm being pulled up and lashed to it. You feel a surge of panic, but you keep calm. Mrs. Johnson pulls your other arm up and attaches it to the other side, leaving you suspended in the air. "There you are, James. All ready for your punishment."

You try to fight the feeling of arousal, but it's hard when you're in this position. You're **** and exposed, and Mrs. Johnson knows it. She walks over to you, her heels clicking on the hard stone floor.

"Now, James, I'm going to teach you a lesson about respect. And the first step is to show you what happens when you misbehave." She raises the cane and strikes your exposed backside with it. The blow is sharp and unexpected, and you let out a gasp of pain. "Don't move, James. Don't even twitch. You will only make it worse." You feel the cane come down again, this time even harder than before.

Your whole body tenses up, and you try to resist the urge to move. But it's no use. The cane comes down again and again until you can no longer take it. You fall against the cross, and Sam screams out.

"Mom! Stop!"

Sam is sitting on the throne. She has realized, to her horror, that this is turning her on but that the good person inside her is slowly losing the battle for control. She has to make her mother stop, or else she will be totally engrossed in the heat from her crotch. She tries to think of something else, anything else but the throbbing between her legs, but it's no use. She feels her body reacting in ways she never expected it to. Suddenly, Mrs. Johnson steps in front of her.

"Enjoying yourself baby girl?" Sam looks down to find her panties are soaking wet. She tries to cover herself, but her mother reaches out and grabs her wrists, holding them in place. "Don't try to hide from me, Samantha. I know exactly what you like." She caresses Sam's cheek. "I think it's time you helped me."

Sam looks up at her mother, her eyes wide with fear. "Help you? What do you mean?" Mrs. Johnson smirks. "I mean, I think I could use some help with this." She grabs the cane and strokes it against Sam's thigh. "I think you need to learn how to punish disobedient boys."

Sam's breath quickens, and she can feel the wetness between her legs growing. "No, mom. I don't-" Mrs. Johnson cuts her off. "Yes, you do. And if you want to be like me, you must learn to control your urges." She runs the cane down Sam's thigh again, teasingly slow. "Don't fight it, Samantha. Let yourself go. This is what you want, deep down." She continues to stroke the cane against Sam's thigh, and Sam can feel the heat growing.

Her mind is foggy, and she can feel herself giving in. "Okay," she whispers. "I want it. I want to punish him." Mrs. Johnson smiles,

her eyes glowing with satisfaction. "Good girl. Now, do you want to help me?" Sam nods, unable to speak. She feels a powerful urge to follow her mother's lead, to do whatever she commands. "Yes, mom. I want to punish him." Mrs. Johnson releases Sam's wrists and reaches for the cane. "Excellent. Now, let's show James what happens when you misbehave." She helps Sam to her feet and guides her to you.

You watch, terrified and confused, as Sam moves closer to you. She pauses for a moment, staring at you with those eyes filled with lust. Mrs. Johnson then hands her the cane.

"Here you go, baby, now let me help you." Mrs. Johnson guides Sam's hand as she raises the cane and brings it down against your exposed backside. You cry out in pain, feeling the sharp sting of the cane. Sam watches, her eyes glazed over with lust. So Mrs. Johnson lets go of Sam's hand, and Sam continues to strike your behind all by herself. The blows come faster and faster until you're sobbing and begging for mercy. But Mrs. Johnson doesn't stop. She watches, encouraging Sam to continue.

"Good girl," she whispers. "Show him what happens when you misbehave." Sam is breathing heavily, her eyes locked on you. You can see the desire burning in them. Finally, she stops, panting and out of breath. She shakily hands the cane back to Mrs. Johnson, who takes it with a smile. "Good job, baby girl. Now, let's give James a reward."

Instinctively, Sam takes a step forward, hugs you from behind, and kisses you on the neck. Her lips are soft and warm against your skin, and you can feel her body pressed against yours as she leans into you. You close your eyes and enjoy the moment, feeling a mixture of pleasure and pain. Mrs. Johnson grabs Sam's arm and pulls her away.

"Enough for now, dear. Remember, you have to measure yourself towards your submissive." She turns to you. "And you, James. Make sure you behave yourself. Next time, the punishment will be much worse." With that, she lets you down from the cross and exits the room, leaving the two of you alone. You stand there, exhausted and sore, wondering what the hell you have just experienced.