A Burglar Surprised
By ImP
A burglar gets more than he expected.


Des had expected it to be easy pickings breaking into Mrs Hardiman’s 
house. The eighteen-year-old was an experienced housebreaker despite his 
youth and he’d had his eye on the middle-aged divorcee’s house for some 
time. He knew that she went to work every day at eight-o-clock and 
didn’t come home again until nearly six in the evening; she was as 
regular as clockwork – it was a cinch. Except that he’d chosen just the 
wrong day, for today Liz Hardiman had decided to take the day off. Well 
it was such a glorious summer and a day in the garden was what was 
needed. But the habits of a lifetime being what they were she’d still 
risen early and set out at 8.00 for a walk and some shopping, and her 
unplanned early return had caught Des upstairs searching through her 
drawers. 

Des was completely taken by surprise when he heard the front door and he 
made a fatal mistake. Instead of escaping out through the bathroom 
window where he’d come in greed got the better of him; the carrier bag 
full of Liz Hardiman’s valuables was too tempting; he decided to go out 
through the front door. 

Now Liz may have been a woman in her mid-forties and seemed like a 
‘push-over’ for the burly six-foot youth, but not only was she a keep-
fit addict she was also an expert in self-defence. So when she’d 
recovered from her initial shock of seeing Des charging down the stairs 
towards her she didn’t panic, nor did she freeze in terror as Des had 
supposed but she stood her ground. 

Des couldn’t understand what was happening; one minute he was racing 
down the stairs looking to push this bitch out of the way, and the next 
he was flying through the air in some sort of judo throw. He landed 
heavily and painfully, the wind taken out of him, his right arm forced 
behind his back in Liz’s strong grasp. He tried to call out but Liz was 
in no mood for talking; she knew exactly what the young lout was doing, 
and when she saw her jewellery scattered on the floor she was determined 
to teach the bastard a lesson. For a few brief moments she gloried in 
the thought; this was what all those hours training had been for, to 
take some young man and completely humiliate him. He would suffer for 
all the wrongs she’d suffered at her ex-husband’s hands, and she was 
going to love it. Liz was ruthless and she had a cruel streak which 
those who worked for her could testify to. 

She forced Des’s arm back painfully then stamped on his other hand, his 
cries of agony satisfying her that it would be out of action for some 
time. A hard kick to his stomach sufficed to complete the winding that 
the throw had started and he lay on the floor gasping for breath. A 
further twist on his aching arm forced Des to lie flat on his stomach 
where he had to endure the torture of Liz grinding the heel of her 
stiletto into his back, his arm, his buttocks. He was now sobbing in 
agony and begging for release but Liz was deaf to his pleas and merely 
forced him over onto his back where she continued the torture, grinding 
her heel into his chest and stomach. She placed it on his groin and 
relished the look of terror on Des’s face. But she had already decided 
on another use for the young man’s cock and substituted a couple of hard 
kicks to the ribs for the threat of castration. 

“Get back up those stairs.” Liz’s voice was harsh and firm. Des tried to 
rise to his feet but was forced down by another twist on his arm. 

“On your knees bastard! Where you belong.” 

Slowly and painfully Des was forced back up the stairs, and into Liz’s 
recently ransacked bedroom, on his knees. Once there Liz knew exactly 
what she was going to do and dragging Des over to the dressing table she 
grabbed a pair of tights and expertly bound Des’s arms behind his back. 
Then roughly grabbing hold of his copious hair she forced him to look up 
into the mirror. A frightened tear-stained face was looking straight 
back at him. 

“Now you little shit you’re going to get the punishment of your life. 
When I’ve finished with you not only will you never break into another 
house again but you’ll quake with fear at the sight of a woman. Do you 
understand?” Des didn’t answer. Liz repeated the question with an angry 
tug on his hair. A feeble acknowledgement was all that he could manage. 
She pushed his head down over the dressing-table stool. 

“Stay there and don’t move.” Des heard Liz leave the room and rummage 
around in the bathroom nextdoor; after a few moments she returned. Des 
didn’t dare move his head but heard more sounds this time like someone 
undressing. “This is going to hot for both of us” her voice now calm and 
controlled, the sarcasm clear. “I’d better remove all your clothes.” 

Des’s horror grew as he felt his T-shirt cut off with a large pair of 
dressmaking scissors. And then followed by his shoes, socks and the belt 
of his jeans. Then very slowly Liz reached round him and unbuttoned his 
jeans and carefully slid them down his thighs before pulling them off 
completely. He felt the cold blade of a large pair of dressmaking 
scissors stroke across his thigh and almost lost control of himself in 
terror, but with a laugh Liz cut away his pants to leave him completely 
naked. Liz caressed his balls and stroked the length of his penis. 

“We’re going to have some fun. Or perhaps I should say that I’m going to 
have some fun. It will be no fun for you young man. The pleasure’s going 
to be all mine.” 

She stood and placed her bare foot on the stool next to his face. 

“Kiss it. Kiss my foot while I whip you arse.” Her voice was now 
strident and domineering. Before he could react Liz whipped the belt 
through the air bringing it down with a crack on Des’s bare backside. 
The pain shot through him like an electric shock. The command was 
repeated and Liz forced her foot into his face. Reluctantly Des kissed 
her foot and, unasked, sucked on her toe. Liz launched into the whipping 
with relish landing blow and blow on his backside sending the pain 
searing through him. 

All Des’s willpower was gone; he was utterly humiliated. All he could do 
now was to accept his punishment at the hands of this powerful and 
dominant woman. A woman old enough to be his mother, older than his own 
mother in fact. One who was no abject member of a weaker sex but a cruel 
and dominant woman who demanded, and received, worship and obedience. 
And a woman whose lusts and demands were far in excess of those of any 
callow teenager, as Des was about to learn. 

Des may have lost count of the blows that fell upon his naked buttocks 
but Liz didn’t. She counted out ten hard lashes and saw the red welts 
rise on Des’s poor backside. The sucking on her toe was pleasant but now 
Liz wanted something more to satisfy herself. She sat down on the edge 
of the bed and pulled Des towards her. He looked up and saw, but 
scarcely took in, her naked body. An unbiased observer would have seen a 
figure that was in far better shape than its forty-odd years was 
entitled to be, with small firm breasts, a trim waist, and broad hips 
that guarded a neat pubic brush. But Des was no unbiased observer; all 
that he saw were those middle-aged thighs opening and felt his head 
forced forward between them. He did not need to be told what to do, nor 
did raise any objections; he was beyond all self-respect and control. He 
did just what Liz wanted; he licked. 

And he licked, and he licked. Scarcely able to breathe as his tongue 
found her hard little clitoris he licked. And Liz was demanding pulling 
him onto her with her hands, gripping him with her strong thighs, she 
ground her face into his. Temporarily satisfied she pushed him away 
smirking at his flushed face while he panted heavily. Her foot reached 
out and found his manhood with her long toes, he started to grow erect 
as she knew he would. Des was her plaything, completely in her power. 

“Over here” she indicated her lap and Des compliantly lay across her 
thighs positioned with his cock between them. Liz reached into her 
bedside drawer and took out some cream. It was cooling to Des’s bottom 
and for a moment he thought  that his torture was at an end, but he was 
not so deluded for long. He felt the cream massaged into his buttocks 
and then around his anus, and his shame was complete as Liz’s long 
finger penetrated his anus and sought out his walnut prostate. Des 
moaned, and sobbed, and bucked uncontrollably as Liz both penetrated and 
spanked him, her thighs keeping hold of his growing cock. Never in his 
life had Des suffered like this. He couldn’t understand how he could 
have an erection in these circumstances; the shame was too great to 
think about. He squirmed and bucked as Liz joyfully thrust her finger 
into him then spanked him back into place. In the end it was too much 
for Des he completely lost control and came in a great pulsating gush 
between Liz’s thighs. When he was done she roughly pushed him off onto 
the floor from where he gazed up at her in awe. 

“Did you enjoy that” she mocked him as her foot played with his wilting 
cock, “Now don’t go away will you. There’s a lot more for you to do 
yet.” She rose and went to the bathroom leaving Des shocked and with his 
hands still bound behind him to contemplate his sorry fate. 

Liz returned soon after and hustled Des up onto the bed, laying him flat 
on his back, and re-tied his arms to the brass bed-head over his head. 
Then she raised Des’s head and buttocks on pillows so that he lay flat 
out on the bed arms stretched out above his head, his cock raised as 
though displayed on a pedestal. 

“You know what to do now don’t you?” Liz climbed on top and positioned 
her pussy against Des’s lips; he did indeed know what to do and, 
encouraged by slaps and orders from Liz he licked her to a very 
satisfying orgasm; for her that is. But Liz wasn’t satisfied for long; 
she’d had enough tongue for the time being now it was cock that she 
needed. She turned round keeping her groin pressed hard against Des’s 
face and lay on top of him in the sixty-nine position. His muted groan 
and the swelling of his cock as she took it between her lips was music 
to Liz’s ears; her ex had often remarked on her oral ability. As Liz 
sucked and stroked Des’s cock it grew once more to full hardness. 
Keeping a firm grip on it she swivelled round and sunk her hungry cunt 
down onto it. 

They both moaned, for Liz it was with pleasure at being impaled on such 
a young and hard cock, for Des the emotions were mixed. He was fucking, 
or being fucked by, a woman more than twice his age, yet he could no 
deny that his pleasure was great and her cunt was hot and tight. 

Liz rode him until she was satisfied, making sure that Des didn’t come 
by gripping the base of his cock until she was ready to release him, 
when she did Des burst forth with an ejaculation that left him weak and 
drained. Liz rose from his prostrate body and went to shower and freshen 
up. When she returned Des was lying where she left him and when she 
untied his wrists he thought his ordeal was over. But not yet! 

“Right now you’re going to straighten up the mess you created.” And for 
the next hour Des was forced to clean up Liz’s house in the nude while 
Liz followed him around spanking his arse when he slacked and bringing 
him to heel when it suited her, or rather bringing him to foot as she 
ordered him to kiss her feet. 

Finally the house was clean and Liz was ready to release Des but not 
before one final humiliation. She sat back on her couch with Des lying 
on the floor in front of her and then massaged his body with her feet. 
Des lay too frightened to move as the strong feet and long toes 
tantalized and teased him, and then tormented him and she forced her 
toes into his mouth. She worked her feet around his groin as his cock 
swelled once more, and then taking it between them she worked him to a 
third a final climax. Des was then forced to lick her feet clean gagging 
on his own come as he did so before Liz lay him across her lap again. 
Now in this final act of domination she spanked him with the sole of his 
trainer until he was just a howling and sobbing baby; a humbled child 
disciplined by his mistress for his naughtiness. Only when he was barely 
more than a red-bottomed blubbering baby did Liz relent and Des lay 
quietly sobbing across her knees for some minutes before he could move. 
Even then it was all he could do to crawl away and dress himself. 

When Des left Liz’s house he was glad it was a hot day because all he 
wore were his jeans and trainers, and as he trudged away Liz smiled 
after him from her doorway. She knew it wouldn’t be long before he’d be 
back for another lesson. And despite his shame Des knew it too. 

The End