Written By: Mistress Cruella DeVil
A GIFT
It's his 40th birthday and all his friends have planned a party for him. He knows it�s a fancy dress party and the theme is schoolgirls and boys.
He is looking forward to the party, he has been working so hard lately that he needs a distraction.
At first he was not into the idea of a party, but he did not wish to let his mates down, and besides he did like a good booze up.
And you're only 40 once so why not go with it and have some fun.
Everyone arrived and as they did they handed him cards and even some presents.
They all laughed at how he was dressed but thought he looked great.
He was dressed in a navy pinafore smock, white shirt underneath, black lace knickers that could be seen if he bent over. He also was wearing black fish net stockings held up by a black lace suspender belt, and even high heels. The striped tie that fit loosely around his neck topped off the outfit not to mention the blonde wig with shoulder length hair.
Looking into the mirror he looked like one of the girls from the ST triennia sixth form.
In fact he had never dressed up as a woman before and he looked at himself and found it was a bit of a turn on.
It was even giving him a hard on, but he pushed all thoughts out of his mind, as it disturbed him a little, he was not a transvestite but yet he did like the feel of the clothing especially the stockings clinging to the legs and the feel of the suspender belt moving across his leg as he walked.
Some of his mates had dressed similar so he did not feel a fool or taking the party theme to extreme.
The Party was picking up and he was having a good time, he was dancing with some of the different girls that were there and they kept touching him up and he was getting a little thrill out of this as well.
He thought he must have a party like this again at some point, it has some good advantages not to mention the feeling he was getting dressed the way he was.
He had a few drinks and he was feeling in a good mood and was really getting into the party spirit, laughing and joking with his mates and at the moment he was dancing with this girl he quite liked.
And she was kissing and groping him and it felt so good. She kept snapping the top to the suspenders, which was funny but felt good.
He noticed his mates over in the corner whispering and laughing; he was wondering what they were up to, as he knew what they were like.
The girl he was with began kissing him and touching his ass and she distracted him and he ignored his mates. Thinking maybe he could get off with her at the end of tonight.
The music and her being attentive were great and he was thinking it could not get any better than this.
When all of a sudden the music stopped, and the girl he was kissing pulled away from him and began laughing. He looked around and his friends were all in a circle around him, he was just about to say what the hell, when he felt this tap on his shoulder.
Turning around and stood in front of him was this woman dresses in a school Mistress cap and gown.
Her eyes were staring into him, she began to speak. Saying that she was here to give him some punishment, as he had been a bad boy. All his mates were laughing and cheering and as they were she began to remove the hat and her blonde hair dropped to her shoulders, she removed the gown to reveal she was dressed in a black and red laced bisque with a half cup and her breasts were swelling out from them.
They were so smooth and inviting, looking down further she had a g-string pants on and it showed her figure off well with the bisque as well.
The stockings were black and her heels were black leather. God she looked good and his head was reeling and his mouth became dry, all he could do was stare at this beauty and a smile was on his face.
Then she looked sternly at him and grabbed him towards her, whispering in his ear just follow my lead and do as I tell you. He nodded to stunned for words, as she pulled him forward she sat on a chair that was there, he did not even see it being brought.
His friends were all laughing and cheering and shouting out words to him but he could not hear as he was rapped up in her.
She said I was to call her Mistress and anything I did I had to reply yes Mistress.
Some of what she was saying was drowned out as the noise in the room grew loud, he did manage to hear something about 40 of the best but not quite sure what was meant.
She pulled him even close and told him to bend over her knee, as she was sitting on the chair.
He leaned over her knee, as he did so she pulled up the pinafore and pulled down his pants revealing is bottom.
Then all of a sudden a slap came onto his cheeks and his head shot up to look, everyone was laughing but all he could feel was the sting, then another one hit the other cheek and then a third one hit him.
All the smacks hit in a different place so all could be felt and all received in the same way.
He could hear everyone counting and he was feeling shocked yet deep down he was liking it.
He had never told anyone of his fantasies of being spanked by a Mistress and yet here he was having that done to him.
What a rush it was giving him, his cock was even getting harder, 5, 6, 7, 8, he could hear the chant as he was given the slaps. All he could do was think and feel the slaps on him, and oh she was good not one was given back in the same place and not one could not be felt and each one to him was exquisite,
11, 12, 13, 14, he could feel that his cock was swelling and he was getting redder and redder, panic had come across him as well, what would happen if they saw his erection he would get so embarrassed.
But he could not stop what was happening nor did he wish to, he was having the pleasure of this beautiful woman giving him the time of his life and he loved it.
He even closed his eyes at one point enjoying what she was doing, and the sound of the chanting was being drowned out as his heart was pounding and the rush his head was getting he could not describe.