Taught a Lesson by Mrs. Haverford, RN
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My heart leaped to my throat as I heard the garage door opening. Because I was
sneaking around in the first floor master bedroom completely naked, fear of
discovery made my heart pound and my hair stand on end. All I had time to do
was hide under the vanity table and hope the coast would soon clear. My silly
little masturbation games were finally going to get me in terrible trouble. To
my horror, I immediately heard multiple female voices and laughing as people
came in through the garage door, just around the corner from the bedroom where
I was trapped. For the next several minutes I barely breathed as I heard Mrs.
Haverford and her guests come in for coffee. I had time to think about how I
got myself into this humiliating and frightful situation.

Two weeks ago, right after getting expelled my dorm room for my third rules
violation, I moved into this lovely old colonial home just off campus. The
owners, George and Vivian Haverford, are very good friends of my father's
business partner, and they agreed to help out a young man in need of some
guidance and correction. Mr. Haverford is a busy corporate executive and is
frequently out of town or late at his office. Mrs. Haverford is therefore my
primary guardian here on campus. She is a professor in the Nursing School,
about 40 years old, and stunningly beautiful. In order to stay enrolled and
avoid returning home to some rinky-dink community college, I had to agree to
obey the Haverfords completely and without question. While she had no children
of her own, Mrs. Haverford treated me as a naughty pre- adolescent ­ 10:00 PM
curfew, set study times, chores around the house, and restricted television
and Internet time. She always threatened punishment for violations of her
rules, although she was vague as to the form this punishment would take. It
was always just "You'll be a sorry fllow if you ever break my rules", and so
on. Despite this sternness she could also be pleasant and charming, and I
found myself smitten by her grace, beauty, and power. I actually wanted to
obey her and please her, and found my fear of her strangely exciting and
increasingly erotic.

This morning I had no classes, and after sleeping in late I woke up, as usual,
with a raging hard-on. I got the strange idea to sneak into the Haverford's
master bedroom and snoop around. This was a chance to indulge some of my
growing fantasies about Vivian Haverford's incredible body by going through
her underwear and personal items. I had just discovered a tube of K-Y
lubricant, and had drizzled a generous amount onto my flagpole of a dick. My
timing could not have been worse because this was precisely when the ladies
came in unexpectedly and I was trapped, totally naked in a place I certainly
did not belong.

I could hear most of what the ladies were talking about, since the sitting
room was just outside the bedroom door. I figured they were also Nursing
School women, perhaps younger staff members or graduate students. At one point
one of them asked, "Vivian, don't you have a student living with you now?"

"Yes, his name is Peter and he needs quite a bit of guidance. But I think I
have him shaping up nicely. He does have a cute face." All the women laughed
at this and made snotty comments about how unruly the undergraduate guys could
be. Vivian then said, "You know, I think he's home now. Let me get him and
I'll introduce you to him. You can see this naughty boy for yourselves." After
more laughing I heard her move away and up the stairs to look for me. She came
back shortly saying, "I can't find him but he must be here, all his books and
even his shoes are still in his room. Now where is that rascal!"

I knew now it was only a matter of time, as I was trapped. I couldn't move for
fear of being heard and seen, but I knew Mrs. Haverford would soon look for me
where I should never be, in her own room. When she came in I could only see
her legs and noticed she had on a pleated skirt which came down to a few
inches above her knees, white nylons, and shiny black heels. She always
dressed nicely, with very attractive outfits that were both appropriate and
chic for a woman of her age and beauty. After a quick spin around her room,
the closets and bath, she came over to the vanity table. She must have noticed
the open drawer and in a moment bent over to see me under her table. Her first
reaction was not anger or shock but amusement, as she put her hand to her
mouth to stifle a surprised laugh. "My, My, what a naughty boy! What ever were
you thinking young man?"

I could only stammer something like "Sorry Mrs. Haverford."

"Well get out here this instant!" she demanded, a little too loudly.

I tried to get out of it, quietly pleading "Please, not with your guests
here!"

She seemed to be laughing to herself, and her faced flushed with humor while
still having the resolve and power I was used to. She turned and went out to
her lady guests, and I heard her say: "Well, I have found Peter and he has
again been up to naughtiness. Would any of you be shocked to see a college boy
in a very indecent state of dress?" This question was greeted with shocked
laughter and lots of giggling.

The next thing I knew she was back, and now demanded in a quiet but stern
voice, "Peter, come out of there this instant. You have only yourself to blame
for this predicament you are in. You are going to learn that your behavior has
consequences." I slowly crawled out and stood up, being careful to cover my
now shrunken dick with my hands. In her heels she was perhaps two inches
taller than me, and I bowed my head in humiliation and shame. Her finger went
under my chin and I was made to look her in the eyes. They never seemed so
lovely, and I was struck not by her anger but by the smoldering eroticism of
her demeanor. I was now totally in her power and at her mercy. She bent over
and picked up the tube of K-Y jelly, and then noticed there was a lot of
lubricant on my hand. "What were you doing with this?" she asked, face
flushing. "Put your hands at your side, NOW!". She then saw the large amount
of lubricant all over my penis, and she again stifled a laugh. "Oh, I see you
found out one of the many uses for this. Maybe my nursing friends will think
up some others."

Taking me by the earlobe, she called out to the ladies, "OK ladies, get ready
to see my naughty lodger!" Dragging me along, she took me out the bedroom door
and into the sitting room where I saw three well-dressed young women, all of
whom were giddy with delight at my naked condition. "Well ladies, this is
young Peter. He thought he would play some naughty little games while I was
out. Only he got caught, didn't he ?" I was made to stand in front of the
three while they looked me up and down, although I still had my hands in front
of my penis to preserve a shred of dignity. That was not to last. All of them
agreed that I needed to be punished for what I was doing, and Mrs. Haverford
pulled her dining room chair over to the center of the room and sat down.

She pulled me over right next to her, still facing the three ladies. "Peter,
put your hands on top of your head. I want to show the ladies what you were
doing with this tube of K-Y jelly. You have to be taught that this is very
wrong and harmful to young boys." With the three ladies leaning forward and
staring, I slowly raised my hands and put them on top of my head. They all
could see the glistening lubricant all over my dick. After they discussed how
while they were student nurses, they had all observed male patients who
masturbated, they began to discuss how I needed to be punished.

Mrs. Haverford took control, stating that she knew just what a naughty boy
needed. With that comment I was placed across her knees such that my bare
bottom faced the three seated ladies. As I went down she moved her legs and my
well lubricated dick ended up between her thighs. The sensation was
electrifying, and I rapidly became hard once again. After rubbing her hands up
and down my bare cheeks and talking to the three giggling ladies, she began to
slowly spank my naked, upturned bottom. They all commented on my cute bare
bottom and how the cheeks jiggled as she spanked them. I did not feel that she
was spanking especially hard, but they soon commented on how my bare bottom
was turning pink under her hand. There was nothing I could do to control my
raging erection, very well lubricated but trapped as it was between her
stocking covered legs.

After a good long spanking, she asked one of the ladies to fetch a rectal
thermometer from the bathroom. When it came back, she made a tutorial for
these nurses of how to take the temperature of a naughty boy across your lap.
My cheeks were slowly spread wide, and after they observed my bung hole and
commented on the sight, it was well lubricated with the K-Y jelly. Mrs.
Haverford explained that one must lubricate the rectal area both internally
and externally. She slowly pressed her finger into my hole, and then teased it
with little thrusts in and out. Finally the thermometer went in and they
laughed at my humiliating position. When this was all over, I had to stand up
and again face the ladies with my hands over my head. This time they laughed
with delight because my dick was standing out like a flagpole and jiggled up
and down under their stares. Mrs. Haverford applied more K-Y jelly to my
turgid dick, and gently smeared it from tip to base. I was then made to stand
in the corner with my hands still on top of my head.

After more laughter and joking at my humiliation, the three ladies stood to
leave. They all called back things like "Hope to see you again, Peter!! Come
over to my house, sweetie! Bye-Bye naughty boy!", and so on.

When they were gone, Mrs. Haverford came right back to me and stood behind me
in silence for a few minutes. In a quiet voice, she then said "Well Peter, I
hope you learned a lesson this morning. Now, follow me into my room." I did as
she told me, standing in shame with my dick still at flagpole status, as she
sat at her vanity table. After staring at me and especially at my erection for
a moment, she stood and moved into the room. "You have made a mess of my
stockings and skirt, Peter. I need to change out of these clothes." She then
unbuttoned her skirt and stepped out of it, and her sweater top came down just
to her waist. She then stepped out of her shoes and slowly peeled off her
stockings, leaving only her brief panties on along with her blouse.

She put her shoes back on, and slowly walked and twirled for my observation.
"Do you like what you see, Peter? Did thinking about my body give you the idea
to sneak into my room and start to masturbate? Or were you thinking about
younger women? Answer me!"

I couldn't take my eyes off her incredible body, but stammered out "No, Mrs.
Haverford, I was thinking only about you." Her shapely but not heavy breasts
seemed to swell with that admission from me. She again slowly spun around,
giving me a very good look at her bottom, barely covered by her thong panties.
The crevice was deep and the cheeks were full and obviously firm. In front her
pubic area was very well defined and mounded, and my dick twitched in
excitement as I wondered about its deep and creamy inner areas.

She now slowly walked back toward me and again sat at her vanity table. "Come
and sit on my lap, Peter." I did so and she looked into my eyes as she began
to touch me. "Do you know what else K-Y jelly is used for? It is used as a
sexual lubricant, Peter. Let me show you how it feels to be stroked by an
experienced woman." With that she fully grasped my well lubricated and erect
dick and began a teasing up and down movement. It was all I could do to not
shout in ecstasy as she pulled all the way up and all the way down to the
base, over and over again. I breathed harder and gave myself over to this
incredibly erotic and powerful woman, now stroking me off while sitting on her
lap. I soon lost control and squirted my boy juices all over the place. Thick
while globs of my cream landed on the vanity, the floor, and all over both of
us.

We both stood up and she instructed me to clean up and get to class. As I left
her room she said "Peter, obviously you must never speak a word of this to Mr.
Haverford. If you enjoyed this morning's encounter, I may decide to continue
your lessons in this area in the near future. You may go now."

I am truly looking forward to this next lesson.