Marcus picked up the newly made paddle, the tung oil was dry and it looked wonderful. He thought about its new owner, a mentee of Eleanor, and how it would be put to use heating the backsides of misbehaving students. The thoughts of bare bottoms being smacked by it made him hard and he had an idea about giving it a test drive and, perhaps, maybe even feeling it himself.

He texted Eleanor, ‘Its done’ and included a picture.

A few minutes later, she texted back, ‘When can we pick it up?’.

Marcus answered, ‘How about you drop by yourself first. I want to be sure it works as intended.’

The response was a smily face and then ‘see you in about 30 min’.

Eleanor arrived as forecast and Marcus led her into the living room where the paddle lay on his coffee table. “It looks amazing ,” Eleanor declared, “I wonder how it feels?”

“That’s exactly why I had you come early,” Marcus replied. “Turn around and bend over.” Eleanor smiled and complied. She waited eagerly and then felt Marcus lift her skirt and peal down her panties. Marcus tapped the paddle against his friend’s round bottom, then gave her a strong swat.

“Eeeeeeow, one!” Eleanor cried. Marcus quickly gave her bare ass two more hard swats. “Is three sufficient payment for your services?”

“That was merely testing the paddle,” Marcus answered. “You’re in the wrong position for the transactions portion,” he added, and winked.

Eleanor got his drift and sank to her knees, her panties still around her ankles. “Better be quick about it, Mary’s due her in about thirty minutes.” Marcus unzipped his pants and presented his stiff penis to his friend. This was certainly one of the many benefits of his connection with Eleanor. She was eager to provide fellatio and never left Marcus unsatisfied. Perhaps if they more time, he might have suggested she stay in position and take her from behind. They both were fond of this follow-up when he spanked her. She took him in her mouth and quickly he was on the cusp of climax. She slowed and the acuteness waned, but then she built the intensity again and Marcus knew he was beyond the point of no return. He began to pull away and she pursued, intent on completely capturing his cum.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered and she withdrew slightly and opened wide continuing to stroke him with her hand. He erupted, sending the first stream mostly into her mouth but subsequent jets landed on her face and neck.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Eleanor growled. “Now I have to clean-up before Mary arrives. I have a good mind to put you over my knee for a long conversation with my hairbrush.”

“Promises, promises,” Marcus chuckled, quite proud of the mess he had created on Eleanor’s face. He led her to the bathroom and gave her a fresh face-cloth. He looked at the splurge on her face and then did feel a bit guilty about his decision. “Sorry about making a mess.”

“No worries,” Eleanor replied. “Give me a few minutes.”

Eleanor emerged just as there was a knock at the door. Marcus ushered Mary in and handed her the new paddle. “Thanks!,” she exclaimed, then looked quizzically at Eleanor who had a few wet spots on her blouse from dabbing-up errant jism.

“I think you should try it out,” Eleanor said to Mary. “Pretend he’s one of your students.”

“You’re gonna regret disrupting my class,” Mary scolded. “Turn around, drop your pants and bend over. Hands on your knees.” Marcus did as instructed and Mary gave him three quick swats. “Let that be a lesson to you,” she added, then turned to Eleanor. “What should I do about his stiffy?” Marcus was surprised he was hard again.

“Definitely ignore it if it’s your student, but perhaps show Marcus your appreciation for the new paddle,” Eleanor answered. Mary looked elated at the notion and took to the task with vigor. Like with her mentor, Marcus pulled back as he approached apex and Mary continued to stroke, mouth wide. A slightly reduced volume of cum shot into her mouth and onto her face. She licked her lips and said, “Thanks for the paddle and the lovely facial.”