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A young man is caught with his pants down by one of his mother’s friends. Barbara takes great delight in humiliating the young man as well as punishing him severely.

Barbara’s Panties or Caught with My Pants Down

By Mugsgame

I felt weak at the knees with Barbara’s voice still thundering in my head. “Just what do you think you are doing young man?” I was exposed. It was worse than being naked. There was no place to run. Standing there with my pants around my knees, my hard cock in my hand, and Barbara’s worn panties pressed against my face. It was too late to do anything. God, what in hell was I thinking? The day started innocently enough.

But first, my mother and grandmother taught me to play bridge when I was young. My grandmother played at a tournament level. My mother usually played with various friends once or twice a week. The games rotated between houses; it was usually one, sometimes two tables playing.

Occasionally, when a chair was open, I sat in so there were enough players for a game. I was home on Christmas break from my first year of college when my mother brought me with her to Barbara’s house one afternoon. I would be needed to fill a table for at least an hour.

She was older than my mother, in her fifties with no children at home. She had long dark hair which she usually kept in a bun or long ponytail. Generally, she wore skirts with a blouse or a dress that I thought accented her wide hips. Today she wore a blue sundress with big earrings dangling down. She almost always had her nails painted red and was fond of red lipstick.

The way she dressed made her stand out from the other women. They were pretty but not like her. Barbara always stood out to me. I was intimidated by her, although I wasn’t sure why.

She was also a reader. In her half-finished basement, there were a few easy chairs, a sofa, and a few bookshelves. I often borrowed crime novels from her. That is where I first encountered Raymond Chandler, Agatha Christie, Dorothy Sayers, Dashiell Hammett among others.

The game started at one pm with me filling a chair. A little after two Mrs. Henderson arrived, so I sat back, observing the play of the game. During the break between games, Barbara served coffee with cookies. The ladies chatted amongst themselves before beginning the second game.

Getting bored, I went down to the basement to scan the bookshelves for something I had not read before. There was a small bathroom in the basement which I used. As I was coming out, I passed the washer-dryer. There was a laundry basket there full of clothes to be washed. Something black with red lace caught my eye. Although I knew I shouldn’t, I picked it out of the laundry basket.

It was a pair of black panties with red lace at the legs and waist. My hand was shaking. I could feel my face turning red as my cock got hard in my pants. As I ran my hand over the smooth material, I could just imagine running my hand over her full ass, then lightly cupping her pussy.

I could not help myself as I ran the black panties over my face. They smelled of perfume. Then I caught the scent from the crotch, and it sent a thrill through me. My cock was getting very hard as I ran the crotch over my nose. I inhaled deeply, imagining I was licking her pussy.

I don’t remember pulling down my pants. I was lost in a fog, slowly stroking my rock-hard cock and absorbed in the delightful mix of her perfume along with the aroma of her pussy as I rubbed her panties over my face.

Suddenly, like a thunderclap, Barbara’s voice broke through the daze I was in.

“Just what do you think you are doing young man?” she demanded. I felt weak at the knees, suddenly realizing how exposed I was. There was no excuse for what I was doing. I was trapped.

“Hand those to me.” I did so, glancing up at Barbara’s face. It was hard to read her expression. She was angry, but also seemed amused.

Barbara lifted the panties to her nose before tossing them back at me saying, “Well young man you have a decision to make.” At the moment, I only wished that there was a hole I could climb into and disappear.

“You can stay after the game and explain to me exactly what you were doing with my dirty panties…” She paused, her eyes piercing me. “Or we can go upstairs right now and you can explain to all of the ladies, and your mother why I found you playing with yourself with my dirty panties in your face.” I couldn’t breathe.

My legs were trembling as she said, “Well, make up your mind… or should I call the ladies down to see you right now with your pants down.”

Finally, I found my voice, stammering out, “I will stay.”

“Put these back where you found them.”

I walked over to the clothes basket, bending down to put them back as I heard her behind me. She turned into the bathroom, sitting on the toilet and peeing with the door open.

I never lost the hardness in my cock, and I felt it getting harder as she said, “I should make you come in sinop escort here to clean my pussy.” I felt as though an electric current was running through me.

Reaching for some toilet paper, she wiped under her dress saying, “Button those pants up and come upstairs with me. You are going to sit with me for the rest of the game. We can discuss what you were doing after the game.”

I was in a daze as Barbara moved a chair up beside hers. The game restarted, but I could not concentrate as thoughts rushed through my head wondering what was going to happen after the game. I thought of how stupid I’d been. I was barely aware when the game ended. The other women and my mother were getting up, chatting before going home.

She asked my mother if she could ‘borrow’ me for a while as she had she needed me to do a few things.

My mother nodded, turning to me saying, “You take care of whatever Barbara asks.” The room emptied.

My mother was leaving when she called out, “I will make sure he is home by dinner.” Barbara smiled at me; her eyes glowing as I felt my heart beat quickly.

My face turned red when she said, “Follow me.” I followed her down the steps to the basement.

Barbara sat on the couch motioning me to stand in front of her saying, “I know what you were doing. I want to hear you tell me what you were thinking when you were playing with yourself.

“But first, you are overdressed. Take off those pants.” I felt my legs were like jelly as I unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them off. I kept my head down, unable to meet her gaze.

My face was burning as she said, “Look at me.” I raised my head to see her smiling with delight.

“Well, you might as well take everything off.”

I froze, seemingly rooted to the ground when after a minute she said, “Or I could call your mother. Would you like her to come back so I can explain what I found you doing?”

I was unable to think of anything other than complying; so, I looked down and took off my shirt.

She called out, “I didn’t tell you to stop looking at me. Come on we don’t have all day, get those shorts off, your socks too.” I dared not look down again. My limp cock hung down.

She firmly said, “Now go and get my panties, my dirty worn panties.” I could not believe that I was walking back to the couch naked holding her panties as she smiled even more broadly at me.

She told me to stop when I was in front of her asking, “How long have you been a panty sniffing pervert?”

Barbara twisted the knife, adding, “I wonder how many times you have used my panties. Do you jerk off using your mothers’ panties too?” I withered under her gaze. Her voice sounded angry but her expression seemed amused. Barbara was taking delight in my discomfort.

I stumbled, “Never.” I felt tears begin to run down my face as I repeated, “Never. You have to believe me.”

Barbara said, “I find that hard to believe. But enough of that for now. Show me what you were doing.” I wanted to be anyplace but here as I held out the panties, touching my limp cock.

“Stop!”

“That’s not what you were doing, you had the crotch pressed against your nose.”

As I brought the panty crotch to my nose, again inhaling the pungent scent, my cock began twitching, getting hard again.

She noticed, chuckling “Now stroke that cock. Tell me what you were thinking,” as she made a jerking motion up and down with her hand.

Her voice commanded, “Stroke it, stroke that big cock for me.” I could hardly believe my cock was hard already. It was burning in my hand. I was mesmerized by both her eyes and voice.

Slowly stroking I said, “I was thinking about you.”

“What were you thinking about me while you were playing with your cock. Smelling my pussy, licking my pussy, or even fucking me?”

“All of that” I replied, “Especially licking your pussy.” Her eyes felt like they were burning through me.

She made more jerking motions with her hand saying, “Keep stroking that cock for me.”

I felt myself about to cum. I looked around in desperation for something to catch the cum. Unable to stop, I came on Barbara’s panties, first one great spurt, then three more less copious ones. She laughed, motioning for me to sit beside her.

She pointed at the cum puddled on her panties saying, “Well, you certainly made a mess in my panties, now clean it up.” I was looking around in terror wondering how I could clean the cum from her panties. Barbara reached over, starting to pinch one of my nipples.

That got my attention focused back on her. She continued to twist my nipple painfully sticking out her tongue, making a licking motion.

I was frozen in place as she used a finger, scooping up a glob of cum from her panties before bringing it up to my mouth.

“Open up.”

As I opened my mouth she said, “Now lick it up.” I hesitated.

Looking disappointed she said “I’m waiting,”

Barbara leaned over, whispering sweetly in my ear, “Do a good sinop escort bayan job and I just may let you lick my pussy.” I was on fire as she stuck her tongue in my ear. She then started sucking my earlobe before biting down on it.

I don’t know what enflamed me more; her words or tongue. The thought of really licking her pussy sent chills running through me as I bent down, licking the cum from her fingers. She smiled as I lifted up her panties, licking up the cum. I started getting excited again as I licked up my cum. She motioned me to stand up.

I had no idea what to expect as I stood naked in front of her. She used her foot to make me spread my legs wider. She looked up at my face, running her hand up my inner thighs. I was in heaven with her touch as she cupped my balls and ran her hand over my cock until I was hard again.

I had no inkling of what was going to happen. My head was spinning when she wiped pre-cum from the head of my cock with a finger, lifting it towards my mouth. She didn’t have to ask me to open my mouth, I was licking her finger when her grip on my balls tightened.

Barbara was grinning as her grip grew tighter still. She kept squeezing tighter and tighter. Sometimes she would take one ball, crushing it between her fingers. My cock got limper and limper. I looked down at her with pleading in my eyes but she just kept squeezing my balls harder and harder until I felt my legs buckle.

When she released her grip, I let out a low moan. It was a relief but the agony remained.

“Well, do you want to visit me again, pervert?” Barbara asked. I felt like my balls were on fire, struggling to get an answer out.

“Of course, I do” I replied, without evening thinking. I should leave and hope that she never speaks of this to anyone. But God knows why, she enflames me.

“No more playing with that thing until you come back to see me. Do you think you can do that?” I nodded my head, breathing heavily and trying to catch my breath as the pain subsided.

Barbara said, “I expect you to come back tomorrow morning at ten; don’t be late or you will regret it. Now get dressed, but stop to kiss me before you leave.”

I got dressed, wondering what on earth had happened in the last few hours. As I came up the stairs, I heard a noise from the kitchen. I went in to find that she was standing at the kitchen sink. When I entered, she turned towards me. I hesitated; I wasn’t sure how to kiss Barbara. She motioned me forward, I kissed her cheek and started to pull away.

Her hand then pressed against the small of my back. She pulled me closer to her before kissing me on the mouth with her tongue darting in.

I was in awe as she pulled away, “We can have a lot of fun together if you are a good boy, now get home before your mother misses you.” I was more stunned than ever as I stumbled through the back door with my mind racing.

***

I was outside of Barbara’s backdoor five minutes early. I tried to wait as patiently but could hardly stop looking at my watch every few seconds. I felt a rising excitement as I was hoping that she would be letting me lick her pussy. When the second hand passed the forty-five second mark, I knocked on the back door.

The door opened, she smiled at me beckoning me to enter, remarking, “A good start. Prompt. Let’s see if you can continue to follow my orders.” Her remarks were unsettling. I didn’t know exactly what I expected. But this was not it.

She was wearing a thin white cotton dress; I could clearly see the outline of the black bra and panties she was wearing under it.

“Follow me” she said before turning to lead me upstairs. I followed her, admiring the view of her ass and panties under the thin dress. Abruptly, I realized the panties had red lace at the waist. It was disconcerting, realizing these were the panties she had caught me with. What did it mean? It couldn’t have been an accident, could it?

We walked down the hallway past a bathroom before entering her large bedroom. As I passed through the bedroom door my hopes were soaring.

The room was nicely furnished with a few dressers, a makeup table and chair, a full-length mirror on the closet door and a king-sized bed. There was a cushioned bench at the foot of the bed.

She stopped in the center of the room, pointing at the bench saying, “Pull that out here.” She sat on the edge of the bed observing as I pulled the bench away.

“Sit,” she commanded before continuing, “Well, do you think you should be punished for what you did yesterday?”

That was not what I expected to hear at all. I sat there open-mouthed. Barbara sat waiting patiently apprising me. I was speechless, withering under her gaze.

After a minute passed, she asked, “Well?”

When I still didn’t respond, she said, “You are disappointing me. When I ask a question, I expect an answer. It is not such a difficult question.”

“Yes Barbara. No Barbara.”

“I will give you one more escort sinop minute more to consider.”

I didn’t know what to say, I was frozen in place. I knew I should answer, I knew I had to answer but the connection from my brain to my mouth was MIA.

After a minute, she calmly got up approaching me with a frown on her face. Standing in front of me, without any warning she reared back, slapping my face with an open hand. I looked up at her with pleading in my eyes. She slapped me again even harder. I do not know which was worse; the pain from being slapped, the disappointment on her face or the harshness in her voice.

The connection between my brain and mouth came back, I stammered, “Yes Barbara.” She looked down on me frowning.

“Am I just wasting my time with you? You seemed eager to please me, but all you are doing is disappointing me now.”

I quickly said, “Please Barbara, I want to please you. Punish me. Please punish me.” She sat back down on the bed crossing her legs. She was looking at me unrushed. I felt my heart racing.

“Strip off your clothes, fold them neatly, and put them on that chair,” nodding over to the chair in front of her makeup table.

She beckoned me back to where she sat. I was nervously standing in front of her as she looked at me critically. My penis was erect and I could feel it throbbing.

She finally smiled saying, “We will see how well you take your punishment, but first come here.” I stepped up before Barbara as she took a finger to scoop the precum leaking from my cock.

“No dripping on my carpet,” she said before moving her fingers to my face, I licked her fingers without her asking. She looked at me with an amused expression before nodding towards the bedroom door.

“Go to the linen closet just past the bathroom, bring back a large towel.” Once I had returned Barbara instructed me to place the towel over the bench and lay down lengthwise on it.

As I laid there wondering what was going to happen, I caught a glimpse of her rising from the bed. She walked behind me going to the closet, pausing to consider the reflection from the mirror. She adjusted the door until I could see my reflection before reaching into the closet.

I saw she had a long wide leather belt in her hand. Barbara smiled as she saw me staring before folding it in half. Whatever butterflies I had in my stomach fled. Instead, a deep foreboding overcame me. It was almost as though she could read my mind, feeling my doubts.

“You can still leave, but you will never again be allowed in my house if you do.”

I watched as she snapped the belt. The sight of her holding it together with the sound terrified me, I felt chills racing through me. She walked behind me letting the belt drape over my back, ass, and thighs.

I watched her reflection as she doubled the belt again saying “My touch can be gentle, but not when I am punishing you.”

She snapped the belt loudly, swinging it through the air asking, “Do you want to continue?”

I wanted to flee. I am not sure what frightened me more, the sight of Barbara smiling as she held the belt or the sound of the belt as it whistled through the air. Both left me with nothing but a portent of dread.

But I knew I could not leave Barbara now. I was sure of that; although I had no idea why that was so.

When I nodded my head, Barbara cocked hers saying, “Remember, I expect my questions to be answered.” Then, quick as lightning she raised the belt. Her arm moved swiftly. I heard the belt whistling through the air before it landed on my ass.

Pain rushed through me. I gasped, “Yes Barbara, please continue.”

“While I will enjoy punishing you, I would rather you please me in other ways. You are just learning so I will not be overly harsh with you. How many spanks with the belt do you think you deserve? Only fifteen spanks with the belt would do. But twenty would please me more. So how many do you want?”

Her unsmiling face was serious as I considered. I did not want five, much less than fifteen spanks with that belt.

My stomach was turning somersaults as I said, “Twenty.” I wanted to add something, anything to let her know I was doing it for her but my mind was empty of words.

She smiled broadly at my reply saying, “Good, I am glad that you want to please me. After each one, you must say the number and ‘Thank you, Barbara.’ Do you understand?”

I looked in the mirror seeing her flexing the belt and only knew that I wanted to please her saying, “Yes, I understand Barbara.” She smiled and came close to me, running her hand over my ass. She then bent down, kissing me deeply. When she broke the kiss, I looked up at the mirror watching her as she moved away.

I knew what was coming, but at the same time I had no idea. I had been spanked a few times but never with a belt. I was resolved that I wanted to please her but really could not fathom what I had to endure to do it.

I must have been lost in thought as suddenly a swoosh ended in a loud crack against my ass.

Pain again flooded me, I struggled to say, “Thank you, Barbara.” Barbara’s smile disappeared.

“Are you really that stupid? I asked if you understood and clearly you did not. You should have responded “One, thank you, Barbara. Now, do you understand?”

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