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The Spanking

By: The Gentle Man



She waited in the dark... nervous... excited. She had wanted this spanking for as long as she could remember. How many times she had fantasized about the sting on her ass, the heat spreading across her cheeks...warming her inside as well as out. It was a thing she had secretly desired... craved, even... from the moment she had become aware of the wetness that never failed to appear between her legs when she thought about it.

A breeze moved the curtains at the open window and the air passing over her body made her shiver slightly. It also made her nipples grow even harder under the silk robe that He had told her to wear. She had earlier entered the hotel room as she had been instructed in the note, undressed, showered, and slipped on the robe over her naked body. Now, she stood and waited for Him.

A sound at the door startled her. Her heart began to beat faster; she could feel the pulse in her neck and wrists, her breathing quickened. It was a key in the lock and she knew it was Him. With all her being, she resisted the urge to turn and look, but remained perfectly still and facing away from the door... just as she had been instructed. She heard the door open, heard His footsteps moving slowly... deliberately... across the room, then they stopped. She waited. The seconds seemed endless. She struggled to control her breathing. Her nipples grew harder still, as if that was possible. The shallow breaths she was taking caused them to brush against the silk, which only tantalized her, more. The moisture between her legs had begun to seep past her swollen lips and she began to feel it on her thighs. She felt almost as if she could cum at any moment and He had not even touched her yet... had not spoken a word. She did not even know exactly where He was, but she knew He was there.

She felt His eyes on her... felt them caressing the backs of her thighs... felt them moving over the swell of her ass pressed tightly against the silk of the robe that was tied at her waist. They were lingering there, she knew. They were picturing the redness that would soon adorn her body. She imagined it too and felt her knees weaken. She fought hard to suppress the moan that threatened to escape her lips. How could He have her so aroused just by looking at her? She did not know, but was suddenly not at all sure she would be able to take the ecstasy of His hands actually on her. Though she did want them... oh god, how she wanted them... 

She felt His presence behind her... knew He had moved close. From the corners of her eyes she saw His hands reaching around her... reaching for the belt of the robe. With strong, sure, hands He quickly loosened the knot and let the robe fall open. It had been so fast that it was if the knot had simply melted away. She felt herself melting inside at having Him so close... His breath on the back of her neck... His hands opening the robe more... letting the silk slide slowly across her achingly hard nipples. Despite her best efforts, her legs began to tremble slightly as the robe was pulled sensuously from her body. He let it fall to the floor at her feet and slid His hands down her arms until He held her wrists. Bringing her arms behind her, He held them firmly at the small of her back. Her whole body trembled at His touch. He placed His lips gently on her shoulder... then her neck... featherlight kisses that made the room spin before her eyes. She could smell His scent and breathed of it deeply. All of her senses were alive as never before. All her life she had wanted a man to take her... possess her... like this... but it had never happened until now... until Him. With His lips close to her ear, He spoke for the first time; "You are Mine." The words took her breath away and she felt faint, but He held her... firmly... gently... 

Still holding her hands behind her with one of His, He reached with the other hand to touch her breasts. His fingertips moved over the soft curves... caressing...stroking... Unable to restrain herself, she moaned. Immediately, she became afraid that it had been wrong to do so. But as His fingers moved to her nipples and pinched them slightly, another escaped her lips. She did not want to displease Him... did not want to disappoint Him... did not want Him to stop... "Your pleasure pleases Me very much, My dear" He said and she could hear the smile and reassurance in His voice. Somewhere in her mind she knew that the pleasure was prelude to the pain and an even greater pleasure and she relaxed and gave herself over to it. He was right... she was His...

"Kneel," He told her in quiet, yet commanding, voice. Immediately, she went to her knees, actually a bit relieved that they no longer had to support her. She had not known how much longer she could have stood on her own. His closeness... His scent... His touch... His very presence... had easily dispelled any lingering resistance she might have felt. She wanted to give herself to Him... to please Him... she was ready for anything.

As she knelt, trying hard to keep her back straight so that her breasts were thrust forward, she wondered if she did please Him. Did He like what He saw when He looked at her? Was she beautiful in His eyes? Did she arouse Him? Did He want her? As these thoughts moved fleetingly through her mind, she felt Him touch her again. This time His hands were on her head and they were pushing her gently forward so that she was stretched out over her own legs. The move had the effect of raising her ass slightly and exposing it totally to Him. In spite of herself, she blushed. Never had she been so exposed before. She knew that in addition to seeing her cheeks, He could see the swollen lips of her pussy between her thighs. The wetness had to be obvious; she could feel it on her thighs. It was embarrassing and thrilling all at the same time. She wished she could see His face, see His reaction to her obvious arousal, but she dare not turn her head to look. He had made it plain by the way that He moved her that He wanted her face down with her arms extended in front of her. Her breasts were against her thighs and she could feel her hard nipples almost cutting into the tender flesh there.

He moved close and she felt His fingertips brush over her back. Shivers traveled down the length of her spine at His touch and seemed to go straight to her pussy. She swallowed a soft moan. The fingers touched her again, moving down to the small of her back. They lingered there for a moment, caressing, before sliding down between her cheeks. His touch was so light... so teasing... He stroked her around her tight opening there and another tremble passed through her body... he made her want things that she had only fantasized about before... but now she wanted them and she wanted Him to do them... 

Suddenly, she became aware that He was not touching her anymore. She did not know exactly when He had stopped. Her mind and body had been reacting as if His fingers were still there. She waited... wondering what pleasure would come next... Her body was tense and relaxed at the same time. The pent up passion was still there, but His soft touch had loosened her somewhat.

It was as she was finishing that thought, that the first blow came. His hand landed soundly on her bottom and the shock of it took her breath away. Despite knowing why she was here, it was so unexpected. That, she realized suddenly, was what He had wanted. He had deliberately relaxed her first to intensify the shock. Before she had time to fully process that idea, another blow landed... and another. Three times, in rapid succession, His hand slapped her ass. Each time they touched a different area so that when He paused, she could feel the warmth spreading over her ass in all directions. It felt better than she had ever imagined. She found herself relishing the sting and wanting more. As if in answer to the unspoken request, His hand came down again on her tender flesh... and again... and again... But each time, just as it began to become almost more than she could take, He would pause. It was during those pauses that the heat and the growing pain made her ass throb and the throbbing spilled over into her heated pussy and she began to moan as she whimpered.

Before the heat could dissipate, His hand would come down again and He would spank her even harder than before. First, the spank was on her right cheek... then her left cheek... then high on both her cheeks... then low on the backs of her thighs... With some, His hand would actually touch her pussy and she could not help but press herself backward, desperately wanting more. But just as with the gentle touches earlier, He teased her... giving her just enough to make her crave more... 

She knew she was not to cum until she had been given permission, but the feeling between her legs was growing so intense she began to fear that she would not be able to resist. With each spank, she felt a growing heat, not only her ass, but in her clit as well. Her moans cam unrestrained now. She did not try to hold them back anymore. She hoped they would not displease Him, but with her ass on fire and her clit swollen and throbbing, she simply could not control them. 

Unaware of how long the spanking had lasted; she did become aware that it had stopped. Her cheeks burned... the heat was almost too much... but again, He had stopped at just the right point to leave her hanging... waiting... And it was at that moment that He touched her. His fingers moved directly to her clit and rubbed it and stroked it... The scream she heard seemed to come from somewhere far away, though, in her mind, she knew that it came from her. The heat of her ass and her pussy boiled together and her body thrashed on His fingers as they moved and manipulated and brought forth her orgasm. The pain of the spanking and the pleasure of His touch now melted into one and carried her away and over the edge.

Gradually, though, the intensity began to diminish and she began to come back from the place where she had been. Her breathing was ragged... almost panting...her body trembled with the aftershocks... her ass still burned and was very red, she knew... But again, His fingers were there. Soft this time... comforting... gently applying the cool cream... soothing her... He helped her to lay more comfortably and lay down beside her. His arms surrounded her and He held her close... softly kissing her face and her neck as she continued to quiver... His lips moved at her ear and breathed into it the words... "You are Mine, My love"... and she smiled and knew she had pleased Him...

The Spanking



She was sitting there at her desk, staring at the computer screen. She couldn’t believe that she had agreed to finally meet the man she had been chatting with for the last few weeks... she thought back to when they had first made contact.

She had been browsing through a number of writer’s sites, and story sites on the web. She found one call eros-lit... she browsed the messages from the authors and fans. She eventually saw something that lit a spark on one of her previously undisturbed fantasies. She read a story about a woman, who had asked her husband or boyfriend to read an article about BDSM, and the multitude of fetishes that went along that line of thinking. The woman in the article had then discussed her fantasies with her partner, and they had decided that the idea of his spanking her was getting her excited, and she wanted him to do it to her later that night.

She started thinking about what it was that drew her to this posting, what it was than fanned the flame of desire in her belly and her loins... something she would never have believed was happening. She was getting excited about it, and had no idea as to why. All of her recent thoughts came flooding into her mind, she was seemingly becoming more and more interested and extremely excited by the thought of getting spanked. She had never in her 40 some odd years ever had any thought of being spanked or getting excited by the thought of getting one.

She had contacted one of the men who had posted about his interest in the story. And now, she had agreed to meet this man, and had even agreed to him, that she was willing to consider his giving her a spanking. Now she was not only considering it, she was getting excited and very turned on. Almost as if she couldn’t wait. Her body was telling her that yes she wanted and needed it, but her mind was racing, as to why. Wondering where this strange yet now exciting idea had come from, she looked to her computer screen and realized, that she had been reading about spankings in some of the erotic stories, and had somehow put herself into the stories, experiencing what the women in the stories felt with their excitement when getting spanked.

She couldn’t wait till the time would be right, she got up, walked to her bed and laid down, she closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself laying naked in front of him, on her back, or on her belly or on her knees. She decided that on her knees was best, he would see all of her that way, and this was exciting her, to be so totally exposed to his view, to be exposed to this person she really didn’t know, to know that he was going to give her not only pleasure, but that her bottom would probably be red and sore. And this made her so excited… She was wet with desire as she envisioned herself in this position, her round shapely ass up in the air, expectantly awaiting the first touch of his hand. She had agreed to let him start with his bare hand, and if it wasn’t to her liking, he would then use a small paddle. 

She was laying there, thinking these thoughts and her heart was racing, her breath catching in her lungs, and her blood pulsing. She knew without even thinking, that she was very wet that her labia were engorged and pulsing with the blood of that excitement… she placed her fingers there, she was wet, feeling the slick and moist fluids of excitement, practically flowing out of her, she never remembered being this turned on, never being this wet from just thinking about something. Especially something that prior to now, she had never even thought of as something to be done or experienced.

As she felt the moisture flowing from herself, she started rubbing, and toying with her lips, she spread them wide, she pulled on them, and she pinched them lightly… more and more she was breathing deeper and faster, she felt the trembling in her thighs, the trembling that was always present when she was so very close to release. Closer and closer to her release, the more she rubbed, the more she pinched, the more she touched herself, and the closer she got. 

The trembling was getting greater, and the excitement she felt, was more then she had ever felt, as she pushed her fingers into herself, she came, still thinking of his hand rapidly hitting her bottom, over and over and over, spanking her and not stopping, as she finally came to that moment of release, her orgasm so strong, that her entire body shuddered, and she went totally limp.

She slowly fell asleep, her last thoughts, of waiting till tomorrow, that first spank, that first feeling of pain, that first jolt of contact, she fell asleep, with the excitement still in her loins…



The Spanking



Edward was working late in the office one night, when he heard muffled sounds and yelps coming from a neighboring room. He stood up, bringing with him his lucky cricket bat and went to investigate the noises.

He made his way to the other office as stealthily as he could, deciding that surprise would be his best weapon. When he reached the room, he threw open the door with a yell, raising the cricket bat. The sight that met his eyes caused him to stop short, his jaw dropping. It was Hunny, a recent transfer to his office, and she was bent over the desk, her short skirt so high it exposed her thong-clad arse.

Hunny was an extremely attractive Asian woman, whose clothes always emphasized her charms. Many in the office called her arrogant, but that was partly due to jealousy of her high position, her looks and partly due to her own reserve.

She didn’t look so arrogant now, though, thought Edward. Her upper body was flat on the desk, her pert rounded bottom wagging in the air. He noted that a white thong, which contrasted deliciously with her café au lait skin, neatly bisected the globes of her ass.

“Who is that?” she asked, her heart beating quickly. She hoped it was not her boss. Her dark brown eyes were filled with tears of embarrassment at being caught in such an inelegant position. “Please, whomever you are, help me! I was reaching to adjust the phone connection when my bracelet caught on a nail; I daren’t pull on it because it’s a valued heirloom, and very fragile. Would you please help me?”

Edward studied her, his mouth curving into a wicked grin. He approached, but instead of helping her, he ran his hands over the curves of her bottom. She squealed in surprise, “What are you doing? Don’t do that! Stop it now!”

Edward was one of those who thought Hunny was an arrogant bitch. He had tried flirting with her, and been sharply rebuffed. He thought this was a perfect time to get even with her. Again he caressed her soft globes, kneading them, his hands moving in circles. They were perfect, he thought; firm, resilient, with enough give to make them quiver. Hunny sputtered and hissed with anger, tugging experimentally at the bracelet; but she immediately stopped when she saw that it would tear apart. She tried to kick the person behind her, but Edward easily dodged the attempted blows and instead managed to force her legs apart.

He spanked her left arse cheek, causing her to yelp. He leaned over her, whispering in her ear, “I think Hunny needs a spanking for being such an ice queen.” Hunny began to plead with him to let her go, her pleas changing to angry demands for release and threats of prosecution when he refused to listen to her. Edward laughed and immediately spanked her right arse cheek. He reveled in the softness of her skin and the resulting heat from the smack. He raised his hand again, and slapped her buttocks hard. The sound reverberated and her skin immediately reddened. Hunny began to cry, completely humiliated.

Edward rained blows on her ass, sometimes alternating between the left globe and the right, sometimes hitting the same cheek two or three times in a row. He watched her skin colour deepen, saw his handprints form on her tender flesh. When he rested his hands on her arse, he felt the heat fairly radiate from her skin. Hunny was reduced to tears, soft sobs wracking her body. Her body jerked each time Edward’s hand came in contact with her flesh. Edward had been spanking her for close to ten minutes. She felt as if her arse was on fire, it hurt so badly. At the same time, she realized that she was aroused. Her mind reeled with confusion, how could she enjoy what he had been doing from her? How could it make her wet?

Edward caressed her poor beaten bottom, his fingers now gentle on her abused flesh. He leaned in to press soft kisses on the reddened globes, and heard her moan. He caught the telltale scent of her arousal, and began to chuckle. “Oh my, I think Hunny enjoyed her spanking!” 

Hunny shook her head; her humiliation growing. Edward ran his fingers over the thong, and laughed aloud when he felt the soaked crotch of her panties. He slid his fingers underneath, and probed her sex, finding her cunt lips swollen and already slippery with her juices. His fingers dipped into her, easily sliding into her velvet tunnel, so slick with her sweet nectar.

His cock had already hardened while he was spanking her; now it throbbed in his trousers. Edward quickly pulled his fingers out of Hunny’s cunt, making her moan in protest, her arse pushing back, seeking contact. He unzipped and dropped his trousers and underwear, and shuffled into position between her legs. His fingers trembled with excitement as he tugged her thong to the side. Beneath him, Hunny was mewling with desire. She knew she was going to be fucked, and she wanted it. She spread her legs voluntarily, her back arching, offering herself to whomever it was who was going to fuck her.

With a groan, Edward sank his shaft into her waiting body. Both of them moaned when he penetrated her. Silken heat surrounded his shaft; her tight tunnel selfishly grasping his invading cock. Edward stayed still for a second, enjoying the velvet vise that held his cock. Then he began to move, pulling back slowly, feeling her walls grip and suck at his cock. He slammed back hard, his cock reaching deep within her, his stomach pressing against her tender arse. Hunny squealed and whimpered with joy; she was dizzy with lust and need. “Fuck me!” she begged, “fuck me HARD!”

Edward eagerly complied, his cock beginning to piston into her now willing body. The tempo of his movements increased, his hands settling on her hips to pull her back onto his shaft. Hunny thrust back, eagerly impaling herself on his cock. It felt so good, his thickness rubbing against her sensitive walls, pressing against her g-spot, making her scream for him to keep fucking her, never to stop fucking her, to just please, please, please fuck her harder!

Both of them gasped for breath, sweat forming on their bodies, their faces contorted with lust. Their cries of pleasure filled the air, mingling with the lewd wet sounds coming from Hunny’s juicy cunt, and the musky scent of their arousal. Hunny grunted with each of Edward’s deep thrusts; he was really pounding her now and it was driving her wild. She felt desire spiraling out of control, everything centered in the heaven between her legs. 

“Oh Goddddddddddddd…I’m cumminggggggggggggg,” she screamed, her body convulsing beneath his, cunt spasming violently, clamping around his cock. Edward yelled as he felt his balls tighten, his cock swelling and suddenly erupting inside her, hot thick seed jetting into her quivering cunt. He pumped hard and fast, emptying himself inside her fuck hole, painting her inner walls with his cum. 

He collapsed on top of her, pinning her to the desk. Both of them were breathing hard, and still shuddering. He could feel her cunt quivering, little spasms trembling along his now softening cock. He slowly pulled out of her, looking down at his shaft, glistening with their mingled cum. He watched as their fuck juices began to trickle out of her cunt, sliding down her thighs. He reached down and quickly coated his fingers with the delicious mixture, offering it to her lips, and chuckling when she lapped at their combined cream. She cooed at him, and then dropped her head to her desk, clearly spent.

He pulled up his underwear and trousers, and picked up his cricket bat. Without a word he left her office and went back to his, but only to get something. He quickly returned, and began taking snapshots with his digital camera, focusing on the cum sliding out of her well-fucked cunt, and the reddened flesh of her arse. He then leaned over her and whispered, “goodbye Hunny, thank you for a wonderful fuck.”

Hunny stirred, “Oh please! Won’t you let me go, now?” Edward just laughed and left. He went back to his office, and put away the camera and the cricket bat. He heard Hunny begin to cry out for help again, and pretended to just come to her assistance. 

“Oh my God, Hunny, what happened? I had to pick up something I forgot at the office, and heard you crying out for help,” he said with faked concern. She was sobbing, embarrassed by her situation. She managed to ask him to free her bracelet, and when he did, she immediately rushed to the Executive Washroom to clean up. 

When she returned, he asked if she was all right, and if she needed to call the police. Hunny shook her head, but asked if he had seen someone leaving the office. He lied and said that he noticed that the other lift was heading for the ground floor when he was on his way up. He again said they should call the police, but Hunny refused, saying she was fine. He walked her to the door, smiling to himself when he thought about how much more fun he would have with her, when he got the photographs uploaded onto his computer.



The Spanking



I've known Mary's parents for thirty years. That's a year before she was born. When she started to come on to me one night in the bar, I was startled to say the least. Startled but flattered since I'm close to twice her age.

"Why don't you ever flirt with me?" Mary asked out of the blue.

I thought a moment and then replied, "I've know you all of your life and I know your parents. I changed your diapers."

"So? What's that got to do with it?"

I turned to face the slender young woman next to me and stared at her for a second. Her short blonde hair had been every color of the rainbow at one time or another. I was happy to see it back natural or what I took to be natural anyway. 

"First off, I'm older than your father. Secondly, neither of your parents would approve and third, you're way to young for me. Don't get me wrong, you're a beautiful young woman, and I'm flattered that you'd even think about me in that way. The main thing is, there'd be no future in it."

She gave me a smirking grin over her drink glass and whispered, "Who's looking for a future. I don't want a husband; I just want to fuck you so I can see how good in bed you are. I've heard stories and I want to see if they're true."

I sat there for a long time, staring at Mary with my mouth open. She stared back with a mischievous grin on her face. If her purpose was to shock me, she had certainly done that, with spades. I wondered what she had heard and from whom. Only a very select few of the local ladies had ever been in my bed and they were as discrete as a small town allowed.

"Well? What do you think?" Mary asked.

"I'm trying to decide whether I should wash your mouth out with soap or spank you."

With a big grin, Mary whispered, "I know which one I'd vote for." 

"Are you drunk or are you just yanking my chain?"

"I want to yank something but it's not your chain. What I have in mind is more of a handle."

"Be careful what you wish for," I told her softly.

About then, one of Mary's girl friends showed up and ended our conversation. A few minutes later, she gave me a kiss on the cheek and told me she would see me later. The two woman left the bar shortly after that.

******

I stayed for another hour or so and then headed home. My conversation with Mary was on my mind as I parked in the driveway and walked around to the back porch. As I went up the steps, I heard the creak of the porch swing. I could barely make out the silhouette of someone sitting in the swing.

"Who's there?" I asked.

"Just little old me," I heard Mary reply.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"Waiting for you so I can get my spanking," She said as she stood up.

My eyes were adjusting to the dark and I was in for the second shock of the evening. Mary was naked. Her clothes were in a pile on the swing.

"Young lady, get your clothes on before you get me in trouble."

With a laugh, she walked over and stood right in front of me. "You can get in my mouth and in my pussy, and maybe even in my ass, but you won't get in trouble with me. Now, about that spanking, do you want to spank me out here or in the house?"

I took her by the wrist, opened the storm door, and pulled her inside. She followed me across the kitchen and into the living room. The only light was from a small lamp in the far corner. I sat down on the end of the old chaise lounge, still holding onto her wrist.

Mary stood in front of me in all her radiant glory, a faint smile on her lips. My eyes were trying to take all of her in at once but she was too close. So I started at her long narrow feet and slowly worked my way up.

Long slender legs were followed by narrow hips that framed her sex with its sparse dusting of blonde hair. The outer lips were narrow, short, and tightly closed. I licked my lips.

A narrow waist and flat stomach led up to smallish breasts with dark nipples that were long and hard. I licked my lips again and then let my eyes wander up to hers.

I held her gaze for a time. When she shifted her hips nervously, I whispered, "Move over here and kneel down." I indicated a place to the right of my legs. 

When she did as I instructed, I added, "Move closer to my legs."

She licked her lips as she moved forward. When her thighs touched mine, my right hand released her wrist and came up to press gently at the back of her shoulders. She bent over my lap, her ass sticking up on one side and her breasts against the outside of the other thigh.

I laid my left arm across her shoulder blades and caressed her ass with my right hand. "So you want a spanking do you?" I asked in a soft voice.

As she started to nod, my right hand came up and then down to land with a loud slapping sound on the right cheek of her beautiful ass. The blow was hard enough to sting but not hard enough to leave much of a mark.

Mary gasp loudly and then gasp again as my hand landed on the left cheek of her ass. I continued to alternate from cheek to cheek, moving the place my hand landed until both cheeks were cover and an even hot pink.

Mary hadn't made a sound since the first two gasps. In fact, she hadn't even moved. Now, as I rubbed the hot skin of her ass, she moaned softly and spread her knees wider apart. I slipped my hand down between her legs and caressed the folds of her sopping wet sex. She moaned even louder.

I pressed the tip of my middle finger to her hot slippery opening and felt it slide slowly inside. Mary made a loud groaning sound deep in her chest as her hips shook and flexed against my finger, driving it in even deeper.

Her inner muscles were grabbing and releasing my finger as she came. The heat and wetness of her sex increasing as her orgasm rolled on.

I worked my finger slowly in and out of her sex as she unhurriedly returned to earth. She sighed deeply and wiggled her ass from side to side. I returned to caressing her ass cheeks.

"Hmmmm, that feels so good," She whispered and then sighed deeply. "It's been a long time since I had a good spanking. My ex husband tried but he didn't have the aptitude for it. You on the other hand, have had experience, it shows."

"I've had three wives and all three were redheads," I said with a grin.

"You like feisty women, I take it." 

"You might say that. The shy ones take the fun out of life after a while. They get boring. Not that they aren't fun to open up, but most don't have the heart to stay that way on their own."

She nodded and started to move off my lap. I pressed down on her back and smacked her ass harder than I had earlier. "I didn't tell you to get up."

She wiggled back forward and lifted her ass. I smacked the other cheek. She gave out with a soft whimpering moan. I gave her another half dozen hard slaps on each ass cheek. Her ass was now lifting to meet my hand.

I stopped and gently caressed her hot red ass. Her hips shivered and she moaned loudly. "Are you going to come again, if I continue to spank you?"

She nodded vigorously. I picked up the spanking where I had left off. By the time her hips started to jerk and shake, her ass was a bright cherry red over most of its surface.

I caressed the hot skin as she continued to come. She was making a loud whining moaning sound deep in her chest. As the sound started to die, I slipped my hand between her legs and patted her sex. She jerked once with a loud moan and spread her legs even wider.

I patted her sex harder. I could hear the wetness as my fingers made contact with her skin. She moved forward and tilted her ass up more. I patted her even harder. I was close to spanking her on her small oval pussy. The moan was continuous and even louder than before. A minute later she gave a yell, her hips were jerking and bucking so hard that she nearly slid off my lap headfirst. 

I held her in place with my left arm and rubbed her pussy with my right. Her legs were straight out now and her ass was in the center of my lap. I had an excellent view of her wet pussy and the bright reddish pink bud of her clit standing tall and proud at the top of the slit.

I brushed my fingertip across her clit, barely grazing it. Her hips jerked and then shivered as she gave out with a loud incoherent yell. I went back to caressing her red ass cheeks. She shivered again and made a soft whimpering sound.

After a while, she made a soft sound of contentment and then sighed. "You sure have the touch," She whispered breathily.

"You're going to be sitting gingerly for a few days," I whispered back.

She chuckled and nodded. "It was worth it, believe me. I haven't come this hard or long in a very long time. Three orgasms in a row, is close to a new record and in record time also."

"Who said we were finished?" I asked softly.

She shivered at that and replied, "I'm going to need a little time out before we do anything else. I'm pretty much drained at the moment."

I grinned and told her, "I have a cure for that if you can get up from there."

"That may be a bit of a problem as I seemed to have gotten myself in an awkward position. It'd probably be easier to crawl off you lap onto the floor but then there would be the problem of getting me up from there."

Mary ended up on the floor, lying on her stomach. She sighed and whispered, "If I had a pillow and blanket, you'd have an overnight houseguest."

"Female houseguests usually sleep in my bed," I told her with a grin.

She sighed again and wiggled slightly, getting comfortable. "I don't think I could make it that far. I'm totally drained."

"You rest while I go get your purse and clothes," I told her softly. She nodded slowly.

******

I returned a few minutes later to find Mary softly snoring. I placed her clothes and purse on the breakfast bar and grinned as I laid a throw pillow next to her head and covered her with a comforter. She was down for the count.

I snagged a beer from the icebox and sat down at the breakfast bar. Mary had gotten her spanking in spades but I seemed to have come up short on the deal. There was always the morning, I thought as I took a short pull on my beer.

The cell phone clipped to Mary's purse strap buzzed. I Looked at it for a second and then answered it. "Hello."

"Uh, is Mary there?" I heard the voice of Mary's girl friend from the club ask.

"Yes she is but she's sleeping."

"She's what?"

"She's asleep, she had three big orgasms, and she's out like a light," I told her. Why I told her that, I wasn't sure. I was either teasing her or fishing, or maybe both.

"I was calling to make sure you had come home after the bar closed. I dropped her off there and I was worried about her," She paused to chuckle and then added, "I guess I shouldn't have worried, it sounds like she hit the jackpot, compared to me. I had my choice of a half dozen losers at closing time."

"She's fine and I'll tell her you called when she wakes up."

"You must have left the bar early." 

"A little after eleven," I replied.

There was silence for a second and then the girl asked, "She had three orgasms in under an hour? What did you do to her?"

I chuckled and replied, "I just spanked her."

"Excuse me? She came three times from a spanking. I find that hard to believe."

"Come on over and I'll show you if you're into it."

"I haven't been spanked since I was a young girl. I don't know if I'm into it or not. A boyfriend or two has slapped my ass during sex but that's about it."

"Did you like it when he swatted you?"

She paused before she answered, as if she was thinking. Then she said, "I thought it was a little kinky and yes, I guess I did like it."

"Then come on over and I'll show you what a real spanking is all about."

"What if I don't like it?" She asked in a barely audible whisper.

"Then tell me to stop and I will. Nothing venture, nothing gained, as the old saying goes."

"I wonder what Mary would think or say?"

"Right now she wouldn't say much but I couldn't say about later."

"It ain't like I'm real busy," The girl said almost to herself. "I might just stop by in a little while. Curiosity killed the kitty and it will probably be the death of me also," She told me in a louder voice.

I chuckled and said, "You know what's best for your own kitty. I'll be up for a little while longer. If you decide to come over, I'll be out on the back porch."

"I'll think about it," The girl said and broke the connection.

******

I was sipping on my second beer when car lights appeared in my driveway. A minute or so later, the girl walked slowly around the end of the house. 

"I'm up here in the swing," I told her softly.

"Curiosity won out," She said as she came up the steps. 

She paused at the edge of the porch. "I know who you are but I'm afraid I don't remember your name. I know Mary told me what it was but I'm terrible with names."

"So am I, so don't feel bad. I can't even remember if Mary introduced you or not. I was a little distracted by our conversation before you arrived. Just call me Bill, most everyone else does."

"I can believe Mary had you distracted, she said she was going to make a run at you. You're the only guy she's talked about lately." She had been slowly moving towards me as we talked. "I'm Terry, by the way," She added as an after thought.

"Glad to meet you Terry, would you care for a beer or a coke?"

"A beer would be fine," She replied standing next to the swing.

"Relax; I don't bite. That is unless you want me to. I will warn you though that I do love to nibble and will, as long as you'll let me," I said standing up. "Sit down; I'll be right back with your beer."

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, fire away."

"Was Mary naked in this swing when you got home?"

I chuckled and replied, "She sure was."

"She said she was going to do that but I didn't believe her."

"Well, believe it. She sure has changed since the last time I saw her naked." 

"When was that?" Terry asked.

"I think she was around three and skinny dipping in a wading pool," I told her with a laugh as I went inside to get her beer.

******

When I returned, I had another naked woman in my porch swing. "This is getting to be a habit. Women get in that swing and their clothes fall off. I need to get a patient on that thing."

"I figured if she got three orgasms by starting out this way, what do I have to lose. Anyway, it's dark, there's no one around but us, and I hate to wear clothes. I should have become a nudist."

"It's never too late to become one. I've been a nudist all of my life, so I hope you don't mind if I join you."

"It's your house."

I slipped off my sandals and then removed my tee shirt and shorts. I hung the clothes up on a hook by the back door.

When I turned around Terry whispered, "Commando and no major tan lines, so I guess you are a nudist."

I chuckled and changed the subject. "Now, about that spanking." I watched her squirm in the swing but she didn't say anything for a moment or two.

"I'm not real sure about it," She whispered. "I'm curious as hell but a little scared at the same time. I don't do pain well."

"Some people like it and some don't. I'm not planning on hurting you, just stimulating a few nerve endings, shall we say. That's the idea anyway. A little stinging warmth is what most women prefer. Some like it harder and some like it soft and slow."

"Mary really came from you spanking her and nothing else?"

"The first time, I spanked her lightly and then caressed her ass and the outer lips of her sex. She was right on the edge, so I slipped a finger into her sex. She went off like a rocket. The second time, I spanked her a little harder and she came when I rubbed the heat into her ass cheeks. The third time I was patting her pussy firmly and then barely brushed her clit. That was a barnburner. So it wasn't much of something else."

Terry sat there in silence for a time and then sighed, "I think I'm going to chicken out." 

Her eyes were on my manhood as she said this. My recounting Mary's spanking had me hard as a rock, my dick was standing straight out. Terry took a long swallow of her beer but her eyes never left my dick. She licked her lips and took another long swallow. 

"Mary's got first dibs on that when she wakes up," I said softly.

"But I have this thing about oral sex. I love giving as much as I love receiving," Terry whispered softly.

From behind the storm door, I heard Mary say, "She can suck the chrome off a doorknob, and loves every minute of it. What are you doing here slut, trying to horn in on my good thing."

"I called to check on you and he answered the phone. I was worried about you. What if he hadn't come straight home from the bar?"

Mary came out onto the porch and said, "Yeah right."

"Well, I was until he told me you were asleep after having three orgasms from being spanked. Then I was curious, you know how I am."

Mary laughed. "Yeah, I know how you are. Horny as hell and always on the prowl, just like me. That's why I love you so much. That and the fact you can eat pussy with the best of them."

Terry giggled and stood up. "I resemble that remark. So, does that mean I can nibble on that sausage of his?"

Mary didn't reply for a moment and then said, "I think you should get a spanking for trying to horn in on my fun." She wrapped the fingers of her left hand around my shaft and looked up at me. "Do you think she needs a spanking?"

"That's why she came over or that's what she said anyway. She was curious about how a woman could come from a spanking."

Mary looked at Terry and whispered, "Very long and very hard is the way I came. You should try it; I know you'll love it. Especially if I stuff your face in my pussy while he does it."

"I chickened out already," Terry said softly.

Mary took two quick steps and grabbed Terry's arm. Before Terry could react, Mary had the arm twisted behind Terry's back. I moved quickly to grab the other arm.

"Hey, what the hell?" Terry said loudly as she struggled to get her arms free.

"Do you have something to tie her hands with?" Mary asked.

I grinned and replied, "I have just the thing, a pair of wrist restraints."

"Oh no, you don't," Terry said, struggling harder.

I slapped Terry on her bare ass with a solid pop.

"Ouch, that hurt."

"Be still and I won't have to do it again. I don't want to hurt you, remember."

Mary was looking at me and grinning. "You kinky old man you. I'll have to remember that you have those. How about a blindfold?"

"Here, hold her other wrist while I go get them."

******

I came out of the bedroom to find Mary holding Terry next to the chaise lounge. Terry's eyes were locked on the cuffs as I walked over to them. I tossed the cuffs and a blindfold on the chair and wrapped my arms around Terry.

"I'll let you put them on her," I said to Mary.

As Mary picked up the cuffs, Terry said, "Hey wait a minute you guys, I ain't into this kinky shit."

Mary laughed and then replied, "You don't have much choice in the matter. Anyway, I'll be here to protect you."

"Somehow I don't feel reassured by that. You're one of the kinkiest bitches I know and that's saying a lot," Terry shot back.

As Mary put the cuffs on Terry's wrists, she said, "You know I love you and wouldn't let anything bad happen to you. Your ass is just going to sting and burn so deliciously by the time he's through spanking you. Then he'll rub it and the heat will flash straight to that sweet little pussy of yours. If that doesn't make you come, there's always a tongue available for your clit to push you over the edge."

Terry had struggle at first as Mary talked but at the mention of a tongue on her clit, Terry calmed down. "Your tongue or his?" Terry asked in a soft whisper.

Mary clipped the restraints together and picked up the blindfold. She slipped the blindfold over Terry's eyes. "You'll never know for sure, will you?" She whispered into Terry's ear before kissing her on the neck and shoulder. 




The Spanking



I released my bear hug and slipped my hands down to caress Terry's ass. Mary slipped her hands between Terry and me to caress her breasts. Terry stood there making little gasping sounds as Mary tweaked and pinched her nipples. 

When I ran two fingers down the cleft in her ass, Terry gave a jerk. When I teased the opening to her anus with a fingertip, she gasped and came up on her toes. My fingertip pressed to the opening of her hot wet pussy drew an even louder gasp and then a soft moan as it slipped inside.

Mary stepped back and looked down at my hand, a grin spreading across her face. Terry had her head leaning against my chest as she spread her feet wider apart and stuck out her ass. Mary's hand made a sharp smacking sound as it made contact with the left cheek of Terry's ass. 

Terry yelled, "Hey!" and then groaned as my finger slipped deeper inside her tightness, and swirled around.

Mary alternated cheeks slowly as I continued to finger Terry's pussy. Terry made a soft grunting sound with each slap and then made a whimpering moan as my finger moved. After a while I wasn't sure if her ass was moving to meet my finger or Mary's hand.

A little later her hips trembled and she bent over more, sticking her ass out even farther. My finger slipped from her sex as it got beyond my reach. The top of Terry's head was pressed against my upper belly as she leaned on me. The slap of Mary's small hand was followed by a soft whimpering moan now.

When I used my hands to hold onto her arms, Terry's head slipped lower. Then her head dipped even lower as she tried to swallow my dick. Her hot wet mouth and flying tongue made me moan softly. 

Mary paused with her hand raised. "Bitch, are you chewing on my sausage?" 

"There ain't no chewing involved," I said accompanied with a soft moan as Terry's head moved up and down, her mouth moving along my shaft.

Mary's hand landed with a hard sharp smack. She raised it and smacked the other cheek. I felt as much as heard Terry's whimpering moan as she sucked harder and more franticly.

I motioned for Mary to continue the harder strokes. She grinned, moved to the side, and really laid into Terry's upturned ass.

In less than a dozen strokes of Mary's hand, Terry tried to yell around my dick as her hips started to jerk and buck. The orgasm was a strong one and seemed to get even stronger when Mary ran her hands over the hot red skin of Terry's ass cheeks. 

Terry was sobbing softly and literally trying to swallow my manhood whole. Her nose was pressed tightly into the pubic hairs at the based of my shaft as her tongue played mad butterfly all along it.

Finally Terry's knees buckled as she raised her head, her mouth coming up off my dick. She took a long ragged breath as more of her weight came against me, pushing me backwards. I ended up half sitting and half laying on the chaise lounge with Terry sprawled out across me. 

I rose up on my elbows just in time to see Mary's head disappear behind Terry's ass. Terry gave a yell and tried to wiggle farther up on me but Mary's hands on her hips held her in place. I could see the top of Mary's head moving and knew that she had her face buried in Terry's sopping wet sex.

The more the head moved the more Terry's ass moved and the more she yelled. It wasn't long before Terry was pushing back instead of trying to get away. Her hips were rotating and grinding her pussy all over Mary's face. The yell had gone up several notches in the last few minutes and then it went silent.

Terry's hips jerked and twitched long after Mary raised her head. Her face was a mess to say the least. She paused to lick and kiss Terry's bright red ass cheeks, which made Terry whimper and moan even louder. Mary saw me watching her, paused her licking and kissing, and grinned at me as she licked her lips exaggeratedly.

"Yummy, just yummy," She whispered before she returned to kissing Terry's ass. Terry murmured something and then sighed deeply. 

"I can safely say you knocked her socks off," I told Mary. 

"That was the idea wasn't it?"

Well, yes and no. I think it was your idea but she didn't have a clue. As for me, I thought I was giving a spanking and not getting a blowjob. I ain't complaining believe me but it was a switch."

"She had better not have gotten my creamy drink out of that thing or her ass will be toast." She paused to plant a soft kiss on the red ass cheeks in front of her. "Of course that won't take much, her ass is so hot, and I'll bet it burns so good."

Terry whimpered softly and flexed her ass up and down. "Yeah, I'd say you did a damn good job but next time spread the hits out a little more and be a little more random." I told Mary. 

"Hey, what do you want for a first time? I've never spanked anyone before and I'm not sure why I did it this time. I've always been the spanked, not the spanker."

"It's a bit of a power trip, isn't it?" 

"Oh hell yeah! My little pussy was sopping wet as I spanked her and now it's even wetter after my muff diving trip. I don't do that very often and I've never initiated it."

A loud grown from Terry drew our attention back to her. She flexed her hips again and then rotated them slowly. I used one of my big hands to stroke and caress her hot ass. She made a whimpering moaning sound as a shiver ran up and down her body.

"Yeah, I'd say she had a hot, tingly, itchy ass, which is perfect," I told Mary.

Terry mumbled something and shifted her upper body. Mary grinned as she moved forward to press her hips tightly against Terry's ass as she leaned over and whispered, "I take it you enjoyed the hell out of that."

Terry had gasped loudly as Mary's hips touched her ass and then she nodded and mumbled to Mary's question.

Mary bumped her hips against Terry's ass like she was fucking her and grinned as her friend whimpered softly. Leaning back over she added, "You need to move your lazy ass over so I can lay down beside you. I'm ready for another spanking but this time I want him to spank me with his hips as he fucks the hell out of me."

Terry moaned loudly at that but didn't move. Mary continued to bump her ass for a moment longer and then she moved back. "I guess I'll just have to give you another spanking for not doing as you're told."

"No!" Terry said loudly as she wiggled, trying to get off my lap.

We gave her a hand and she ended up laying beside me on the chaise lounge lengthwise, with her hips at the edge and her knees on the floor. Mary smiled as she saw my hard-on still standing up against my lower belly. She was bent over my lap in a second, licking and nibbling on my shaft.

When she sucked the head into her mouth and ran her tongue around it, I moaned softly and flexed my hips. "Be careful there little one or you'll get a drink of that cream you were talking about."

Mary moaned around my shaft and bobbed her head up and down, taking more and more of me into her hot mouth as she did. She couldn't reach the base like Terry had, the head hit the back of her throat with several inches remain. She moaned louder and worked her way back up to the tip. I was on the very edge of coming when she took me out of her mouth.

"If I take that drink, how long before this thing gets hard again?"

I shivered and replied, "With two beautiful young ladies laid out with their ass's straight up in the air, probably not to long. If I was to snack on their sweet little pussies, not long at all."

"Sounds like a win, win situation to me," Mary said just before she tried to swallow me whole. 

Between her fluttering tongue, sucking mouth, and the way she kept trying to force the head of my dick down her throat, I didn't last long, not long at all. When I started to come, Mary started to whimper and whine deeply. 

I felt Terry stir beside me and then she scooted back to grin over at Mary. "Get you some, girlfriend, Get you all of it." She said encouragingly.

Mary whimpered louder and sucked that much harder. As for me, well, I was in that land of hip jerking and groaning loudly. I'm just glad I was already sitting or rather lying down. 

*****

Some time later I got my eyes uncrossed and got up on my elbows. Mary had her head on my hip and still had my semi soft dick in her mouth. She was nursing on gently and her tongue would swirl around the sensitive head ever so often. 

Terry was back up on the chaise lounge fully and laid out, with her knees on the floor. From her breathing, she was most likely asleep. Mary sighed and looked up at me. 

I grinned down at her and winked. "I think Terry is down for the count."

Lifting her head, Mary released my dick with a soft slurping sound. "I'm about there myself." She whispered. "Do you think we can continue this in the morning?"

I grinned and then chuckled. "Do I look crazy enough to say no? If you can manage to get to the bed under your own power, I'll see what I can do with Terry."

"Just get her in bed, we'll figure out whose doing whom in the morning." Mary said with a giggle.



The Spanking



This story is for, and inspired by Tina, Thank you, I think of you as a good friend and love our conversations.

Imagine if you will...

A "person" coming up behind you, grabbing your arm and pulling you into your living room. Knowing you've been a bad girl, you can predict what might be going to happen. He leads you to the couch, where he sits down, your facing him, but can't look him in the eye. 

Slowly he reaches up, grasps the waistband of your jeans and unbuttons them. Easily he slides them down, letting them pile on the floor. 

He grabs your wrist and pulls you down, so that you're now laying face down across his knees, your panty clad ass being presented to him.

Placing his hand on your ass, you can feel the heat of it radiating through your panties, and you wonder, "is he going to spank you softly with tenderness, or hard like you know you deserve"

He raises his hand and you tense your cheek in anticipation of the first slap. His hand falls, you let out a small yelp from the tension, "this might not be bad" you think to your self. As the next couple of slaps are delivered, you begin to relax your ass, maybe even start to enjoy the sensation, however, he senses this and the next come with a force that leaves a print on your cheek and a sting to match.

"You've been a very bad girl," he says. "I want you to apologies for what you did."

"But, I didn't.." you begin as he lands another tingling hit to your behind.

You begin to squirm as you realize that this isn't going to be gentle... "please..I'm sorry" you begin." 

But he doesn't stop. 5 more slaps land, each stinging like miniature needles on your ass before he says "are you...*slap* are you really sorry!"

"YES.." you pleadingly whimper. "I'm so sorry!"

Lovingly he caresses your now cherry cheeks. "I believe you." he says. "I didn't want to do that, but you were bad and needed to be thought your lesson."

He eases you off his lap and rests you on the couch. It's uncomfortable on your stinging ass, but you sit as he bid you. 

Carefully, he eases your panties down your thighs and over your knees to join the pants hastily discarded earlier.

Running his fingers gently up your legs from your ankles, you feel a tingling trailing his fingers, that matches your still sore cheeks.

He rolls his hands across your knees and gently spreads them, exposing you moisten slits. Placing his hands behind your knees, he urges you forward, till your cheeks are at the edge of the couch. 

You are amazed that he can be so passionate after what he did a few seconds earlier.

Smoothing his palms up your inner thighs, you notice that same heat from him radiate against your thigh that was minutes ago against your ass. 

You lean back against the couch as he lowers his head exhaling against your thigh. Moving his way up, his breath alternating from the hot of his exhales, to the mild chill left after, he moves closer to your womanhood. Finally, he arrives at your moistened slit.

Subconsciously you clench your stinging cheeks together, lifting yourself higher, urging him to taste you. But he doesn't, you feel your breath quicken as he exhales upon your pussy. His heat joining yours. 

Then you feel it. That what you have waited for, his tongue. Lightly at first, it moves around your labia, ever so gently, almost tickling. His tongue moves in gentle circles toward your center, carefully easing your folds apart. 

Then it happens....his tongue rests upon your clit. Sending lightning bolts up and down your spine, crashing against every nerve ending from your scalp, nipples and toes. Gently, he tongues your clit.

His lips create a seal and gently suck your center into his warm, moist mouth. All while his tongue continues its menstruation. Instinctively your thighs clasp against the sides of his head. Trying to ease the pulsations now running through your body as the waves of orgasm build.

It builds and builds.

Then with sweet release...your orgasm crashes over you. Trembling you cry out, "ohhh...God..," pulses crash across your body that match the rhythm of his tongue.

Spent and panting, you release your hold on his head and he winds down his tongue to a stop. Coming up from between your thighs, your juices still on his face, he says "good girl" and smiles...



The Spanking



Copyright © 2006 by licapeba. All rights reserved. This work may not be reproduced anywhere in any form without written permission from the author.

*

SMACK!

"Ow!" my wife said, "That really hurt! Don't you ever do that again!"

She was really angry, and she didn't get angry often. We were standing in our bedroom, naked together, and had been cuddling and cooing for a few minutes when I gave her one smack with my hand on her soft, round bum. I hadn't intended it to really hurt her, just to sting for a moment, an experiment to see if it would enliven her senses and our lovemaking.

I had not hit even nearly as hard as I could have, but it obviously was too much and I instantly felt like a jerk. I agreed never to do it again, loved her gently until she forgave me, and that was the end of spanking in our marriage.

Except that it wasn't.

I always had the spanking kink. It wasn't that I wanted to hurt my wife, or any woman. Unlike a lot of spankers I'd read about, I didn't relish the thought of punishing, or humiliating, of flesh turning red or worse, of cries of pain. The idea of using anything other than my hand to spank was a big turn-off. When I had been brought several times to the point of spanking my daughters for punishment, it wasn't just their youth that had made it not-fun; it was almost as unpleasant an experience for me as it was for them.

No, mine was a deeply-ingrained passion for women's bottoms, a primally-programmed sensual delight in the full, soft forms, the gentle curves, the wonderful cleft hiding secret places, the inimitable sensuality of the rolling curving motion of it all. The thought of bending my wife's soft body over my lap -- preferably with both of us naked -- and gently paddling her bum with my hand and watching and feeling her move and squirm playfully was never far from the top of my fantasy list.

But she didn't share my interest in sensual spanking. In fact she seemed embarrassed about any interest in her bum, often turning it away when I lingered there too long and leaving little hope for extended play there. I had just closed the door firmly on spanking play with my goonish experiment.

Years passed after that incident, but my interest didn't wane a bit.

From time to time my wife would playfully refuse to do something I asked, and I would threaten her with a spanking. On occasion I would deliver a gentle slap or two to her bum while she was standing up, fully dressed, and she would squirm her soft bum away or smack me back. On a couple of occasions, I pulled her over my knee, again fully dressed, and slapped her lightly a few times. It was very nice, playful and loving and sensual, but not quite up to my fantasies.

Then, in the space of a year or so, our marriage began to get rocky. We had moved to a new house. Our teenagers, actively resenting our move away from their friends, were being teenagers in all the worst ways. The consultancy practice we shared got over-busy. Stress piled on stress. My wife's part of the work just piled up on her as she tried to do it all herself. Late nights working started to become routine for her. Her life seemed to be divided between her work and our children, a pie that didn't leave much of a slice for me. Our relationship suffered, we started to drift apart.

After several discussions about the growing problem, we agreed that in addition to better work organization we needed a firm rule: we would go to bed together, early enough to enjoy it, at least every second night, regardless of other pressures, and just talk, or talk and make love, or whatever... we would connect with each other.

For a few weeks we did, and it was wonderful, loving, intimate, often orgasmic. On the nights that we didn't have sex, we were still very intimate. We cuddled and talked as we had not done for a long time. It quickly brought us back together, we felt connected again.

Then my wife made an excuse one night, she just had to finish some work, couldn't come to bed. Soon another night, another excuse, a few days later, a series of excuses and more missed opportunities. In the space of a couple of months, the lapses became routine. From our every-other-night agreement, we soon fell back to going to bed together about once per week, sometimes even less. She apologized often, with deep sincerity, and tried to make up for it by being somewhat more attentive during our very busy days, but I could feel us already drifting apart again.

One night, when she had again made an excuse, I went to bed very angry. They say you shouldn't, and "they" are almost certainly correct, but I was again alone, again depressed about our crumbling relationship, again disappointed by her disorganization and disregard and, yes, again sexually frustrated. I tossed and turned for over an hour, thinking of all our stresses, feeling with crushing dread that we were coming to the end, contemplating separation and divorce, before I finally fell into a fitful sleep. I dreamed that my wife was calling after me as I walked away from her, calling my name again and again.

I awoke hazy, groggy, to find her standing beside the bed, calling softly to me. "What is it?" I asked as I struggled up on an elbow, straining to see her through my sleepy eyes and the near-dark of our room. She was dressed, standing a couple of feet away, peering down at me.

"I'm really, really sorry." she said. "I haven't been able to work for the past hour. I finally started really thinking about us, about how much I love you, about how I have been putting so many other things ahead of you and our relationship. I feel really stupid. I've been really stupid, and bad, and I haven't listened to you."

"OK, my love," I said with effort. I already had a lump in my throat as the emotional roller coaster we had been riding roared up under me once again. "Thank you. I've been starting to really worry about us, about how to keep us going."

"I know," she said, "me too. You were right, we have to make the commitment, and I've been bad about that. I have an idea I think you'll like, to get us started on the right track. I've been a bad girl. I think I need a spanking. "

Well that woke me up!

"Really?" I struggled up, peered at her again. It was then that I noticed that she wasn't completely dressed as I had thought. Her jeans and soft white panties were rumpled together in a beautiful mess just above her knees. Her blue cotton shirt hung down as her only protection, its tails barely covering her smooth pussy and the soft, round bum I knew were beneath it. She was holding her hands together behind her back, near her bum, which pushed her breasts up against the shirt. I was pretty sure, even in the dusk of our room, that she wasn't wearing a bra, very unusual for her. I was naked under the sheet, and my cock understood what she was doing at the same instant I did, stiffening quickly to attention.

"You know I don't want to hurt you," I said.

"I know. I would hate it if you hurt me. But I know you've wanted to do this for a long time. I want to give you something special to show you how much I love you."

"Oh, my love!" I swung my legs down to the floor and sat up on the side of the bed. Taking her hands from behind her back I pulled her gently towards me. She shuffled forward, pants still around her knees, until the smooth skin of her thighs brushed softly, warmly, inside my own.

I ran my hands down the backs of her legs to the still-warm panties puddled at her knees, and then gently danced my fingers back up, delicately tracing inside her baby-soft thighs. After floating my barely-touching palms over the delicious curves of her bum, and gliding fingertips lightly into the deep cleft hiding her intimate treasures, I cupped her smooth globes firmly and pulled her to me. As I rested my head against her stomach and the warm pillows of her breasts under her shirt, she stroked my hair. I sighed deeply. "How could I ever think of leaving you?!"

We stayed like that for minutes, not speaking, just holding and softly caressing.

Finally I leaned back a little and, watching her face in the dusk of our room, undid the lowest button on her shirt. She rested her hands on my shoulders and looked back at me, loving but apprehensive. I undid another button, and leaned in to kiss the warm, flat stomach and belly button that I had exposed. Another button, more kisses, just beneath each of her breasts. Another button, and each breast got several kisses, long, lingering, soft, and a few very soft flicks with my tongue on their now-stiff nipples. She sighed deeply.

"Let this be a lesson to you, young lady," I said.

She smiled softly at my silly joke, wrapped her arms around my head, drawing me tight to her warmth, and held me silently for a moment. "I am so sorry," she said. "I really deserve to be punished, thank you for loving me."

"Shhhh. It's OK, you're here now." I undid the last button near the top of her shirt and reached up to push it off her shoulders. As she straightened her arms and moved them back to let it puddle onto the floor, her breasts rose invitingly again and I suckled very gently on each of the stiff, crinkled nipples for a moment. Then, leaning down to slowly inch her jeans and panties the rest of the way off her smooth legs, I kissed lightly around her hip and flat stomach and at the tiny patch of neatly-trimmed hair above her sweet treasure. When she lifted a leg to step out of her jeans, her clean feminine fragrance wafted in humid warmth over my face as my hands returned to spread over the full curves of her soft bum and pull her to me. Again, I just held her for a moment or two, savouring her warm body, her succulent bum in my hands, her tender gift of my fantasy.

Pulling back, I closed my legs and guided her to lay over them. She moved without hesitation or complaint. The warm softness of her hip brushed against my stomach as she settled, and the warm softness of her lower stomach brushed my already-stiff cock before settling down on it, pressing it down so that it strained against her stomach. These sensations were very powerful, very erotic, but the sense of sight quickly took centre stage as her spectacular bum was raised over my lap. My fantasies had not been rich enough in imagining this moment. Even in the near-darkness of our room the sensuous curves, though flattened a little, were somehow even more exciting as they rose above her long, delicate back. They peaked in a deliciously soft and inviting hump over my legs, and rushed down her smooth thighs. The deep cleft between her soft, full cheeks opened and closed as she worked herself into position. When I nudged her legs open a little, the sensuous crevice opened a little more, more than I was accustomed to seeing, making its treasures still secret but even more enticing than usual.

My first urge was not to spank, but to touch.

For minutes, I ran lightly-touching fingers and hands over every inch of the smooth softness she was giving me, down her back, up her side, over her soft cheeks, into the smooth, warm crevice, down to lightly brush her pussy lips, further down between her thighs, over the backs of her knees, and back up again. From time to time I lightly dragged fingernails instead, and each time heard the quiet moan I hoped for; she always loved that.

I ran one hand down her back, and the other down her thighs, and tickled lightly as I leaned down to kiss over her bum and into its secret darkness. She suddenly squirmed a little, and inadvertently squeezed her soft bum cheeks against my nose and lips -- oh, wow! I was pretty sure that she had squirmed in embarrassment at the attention I was giving her bum, but hoped that she understood what a high-pitched thrill it was giving me. My cock, stiffened painfully rock-hard as it was against her stomach and hip, must have given her some indication because she uncharacteristically let me continue for moments longer.

Finally I dragged my fingers lightly back up her thighs and back, held my hands in the air, not touching her, for a long ten seconds, and then landed a first light smack right in the middle of her bum. It rippled slightly, but there was no other movement and no sound from my wife. I rubbed lightly for a moment, and then smacked again, a little harder, on one cheek. Again, a rewarding ripple through the soft cheek, and this time her bum clenched, the cleft squeezed a bit, and then everything softened again as she relaxed while I softly rubbed out the little sting. Another smack on the other cheek, more of the intoxicating motion in her gentle curves, and this time I noticed her stomach shifting subtly over the top of my stiff cock. Whooo boy, way better than my fantasies!

Just as I was raising my hand for another slap she grunted, and shifted awkwardly in my lap.

"Too hard?" I asked, dreading the answer because I was barely more than patting her, and I was certainly enjoying myself.

"No, it's OK, it doesn't hurt much. You can keep going. It's just humiliating. It's also very awkward and uncomfortable like this... I'm starting to wonder if I'm really THIS sorry!" She gave a little laugh and shifted again, trying to put some weight on her delicate arms reaching to the floor.

This wouldn't last long if I didn't do something. I leaned over, kissed her bum, and then patted it gently. "OK, stand up."

She quickly complied, unfolding herself from my lap. My cock sprang up in relief as her stomach was lifted from it, suddenly brushed with cool, and it bounced a couple of times as I watched her lithe form straighten and stretch in front of my knees. Whoo boy, she was beautiful!

I turned slightly on the edge of the bed, stretched one of my legs out along the edge while leaving the other foot resting on the floor, and cupped her bum with one hand to pull her, with feigned roughness, to lie over my leg and onto the bed. 

She flopped onto the bed, her hips curving over my leg, the wonderful swell of her bum perched at the edge, her legs spread. By leaning out only slightly, I could run my eyes down the crevice of her bum and over the shadowy softness of her bare pussy lips, and further down her smooth thighs. I didn't let my cock get trapped underneath this time; my cock and balls were pressed against her warm hip and soft bum cheek, the tip of my cock poking up above her bum. Her delicate back stretched out across the bed. "Do you want me like this?" she asked, and folded her hands together behind her back. I didn't think that was my kink, but my cock surged a little in response to her suggestion. Or maybe it was in response to her willingness to play like this... it was a first.

Perfect! 

"Mrs. _____________, you know why you are here. You've been bad, and you're going to take your punishment like a ma... woman!"

"Oh, Mr. _____________!" she said, wiggling her hips and causing an immediate thrill in my adjacent cock. "Please don't spank me, I'll be good, I promise I will!"

The wordplay was silly, and effective. The thrill mounted quickly as I raised my hand. As she began mock-pleading again, I delivered a smack to the middle of her bum, stopping her words with a sharp "Ohh!" She clenched her cheeks against the sting, and then quickly softened them again. I wanted a movie camera!

SMACK! Pause. SMACK! Pause. SMACK! Three delivered with careful precision on one cheek, then the other, and then in the middle down low. Each just hard enough to make the smacking sound. Each producing a small ripple through her soft cheeks. Each making her clench her wonderful orbs together in response, squeezing the secret cleft into soft, sensuous shapes in the dusky light. And each clench bringing her pressing down against my leg, her warmth folding against my thigh, her soft, smooth hip and bum rubbing down and up a few inches against the underside of my stiff shaft. It was already lubricated by my own dribbling secretions, so each movement was electrifying.

I began stroking her with feather touches, and watched her relax back into the bed. Her hands relaxed too, not clenching each other so hard. When I asked, "OK?" she reached down with one hand to pat my hip before returning it to position behind her back. "Please, sir, no more, I'll be a good girl now, I promise, I really will!" I knew she was still playing, and when she wiggled her hip again against my slick cock, it wasn't just the physical sensations that sent another jolt into my pleasure center. God, I loved her!

SMACK! As soon as it landed, I knew that one had been unintentionally harder than the others. "Oohhhhh!" she moaned as she pressed down in a long, extended clench. "I'm sorry," I said as I reached up to gently rub her lower back, just above her stinging swells. "That wasn't intentional." After a long moment, she relaxed again. "It's OK," she said. Then, after a long pause, me still rubbing her back, "Try one more like that."

I did. Again she moaned softly, clenching her center against me for a long moment before relaxing into softness again. "One more," she said, a bit of strain in her voice.

I delivered one more of the medium-hard smacks, and saw the strain not just in her spectacular bum but across her back, in her hands. "OK," she said when she started breathing again. "That's enough of those. It's very intense." 

Intense for me too. Not the hitting. Not even so much the more-pronounced squeezing and rubbing against me. The thrill came from knowing she was experimenting, going with me outside the usual boundaries, trusting me. As a lover, she usually needed things to follow a predictable path, so it was pretty exciting to have her testing new sensations.

I watched her for a few moments, just lightly touching her here and there wherever I could reach, letting my eyes carefully record the glorious sight of her stretched out over my leg and my bed, until she was completely relaxed again.

Then I began very lightly spanking her; soft, gentle, little slaps, with lots of stops for rubbing around. She didn't clench at these, but rolled her hips appreciatively from time to time as over minutes I covered her bum from top to bottom and side to side with little love pats. I don't know what it was about her soft swells and their enticing crevice, but the thrill just wouldn't quit; I could have done this forever.

Finally, as I approached the little crease where one wonderful full cheek met her thigh, I just kept going down her thigh, slapping very lightly down inside the one, two-thirds of the way down to her knee, and then back up inside the other. I moved slowly, shifting only an inch or so between each sharp pat. As I neared her soft apex on the way back up, I heard her suck in her breath sharply as she guessed at my intent.

Turning my hand, I spanked lightly down her cleft and kept going, between her legs below her bum, over the sensitive divide and into the already-puffy lips of her hairless sex, delighting to feel some slick wetness already there. I began to slap very lightly against her pussy, and then keep my hand where it landed and rotate the closed fingers of my hand over her pussy lips after each pat. The soft skin rolled gently under my hand, and I could feel the slick, hot crevice between her lips open from time to time against my flattened fingers.

Slowly, very slowly, I worked my way down to the top of her pussy, pat, rub, pat, rub. As I neared her magic button, she moaned softly, and spread her legs further apart in supplicant invitation. She moved her arms from behind her back, reaching up to clench the sheets beneath her as she stiffened in anticipation.

I began to focus my efforts just where she wanted them, on the stiff little nubbin and surroundings just at the top of her smooth, puffy lips. Nobody could call it slapping any more, I was patting, tapping against her most sensitive spot, and taking time to churn my closed fingers around between pats. Pat, pat, press moderately firmly and rotate a few times, repeat. She always responded better to a pattern of touches, as though she wanted to be able to anticipate what was coming, so I was happy to oblige. Pat, pat, churn, pat, pat, churn.




The Spanking



As I worked my stiff fingers against her center she began moving her hips up and down and side to side against me, creating considerable excitement in my now-completely-soaked cock as it slid against her hip and bum. As she squirmed, she would sometimes raise her hips off my leg, which got the side of her bum pressing against the head of my cock sandwiched between us. I was dribbling so much that all of my cock and my balls were slick with my secretions and the heated squirming of my wife's center against the sensitive underside of my cock was almost as exciting as intercourse.

Spreading my thumb away from my fingers, I began to tap it insistently into the warm crevice of her bum before each pat against her clitoris, tapping my thumb lightly against her crinkled anus. In her squirming motions she would occasionally clench her soft cheeks against my gently probing thumb, and then release it as she rolled her hips and keened with increasing pitch and frequency. Her entire pussy was now slick with her juices, and she was nearing her peak.

Her rolling, squirming hips stiffened into a tense vibration, moving less, but moving faster. The result was less of the exhilarating long stroking along the length of my cock, but in my high-pitched state the tiny motions of her now rapidly-vibrating hip and bum against me as I strained to press myself against her were plenty exciting. She pushed against her toes, raising her center so that she was barely touching my leg - but she was pressed against the head of my cock - and her soft bum tightened into a clench. She stiffened her arms against the bed, raising herself a little, her nipples just grazing the bed and the sheets that she held tightly in her clenched fists. I moved my left hand from its assigned task of holding her bum tight against me and reached to flick her nipples a few times before returning it to hold her bum. Her mouth opened wide, and she started pulling in each breath with a gasp, exhaling each with a long, gentle, keening sound. My hand churned at warp speed, no longer patting, just vibrating against the length of her steaming hot pussy, fingertips grinding against her pleasure button. Thirty seconds passed, maybe a few more, seeming endless as we both hovered at the edge.

Then she came, plunging herself down against me, sliding her hot, soft hip and bum cheek once more down my completely-soaked and slickened cock and balls. Against my fingers vibrating against her hot, slick center, I felt something that I had felt only once before: she actually spurted her sweet juices against my hand as she came, gasping out a small shriek at the intensity of her orgasm as she squirmed down against me.

That, and the firm, slick warmth of her squirming hip and bum against my cock were enough to cause my own release and I erupted with a deep groan, straining against her, pulling her bum into me. In the dusk of our room I saw the elongated pearls of my cum drape themselves across her soft swells. I thought my cock would burst at the sight as it spouted again with almost-painful intensity, laying another string of pearls beside the first, reaching across her gentle curves. My wife closed her legs tightly against my hand to stop my churning fingers on her now-sensitive clit, and her bum cheeks opened and then clenched on my wet pearls. Another gout spurted from me as I cried out, unable to help myself.

After I started breathing again, I relaxed my death-grip on my wife's softening bum as the last pulses of my pleasure jerked through my cock pressed against her soft bum cheek. I collapsed onto the bed, on my side, one arm flung out above me, one leg still softly trapped under her body, the other awkwardly dangling over the floor. As I breathed deeply, feeling all energy rush from me, I reached with my free arm to brush the hair from my wife's face. I watched for a moment as her still-closed eyelids fluttered, her cheek sagged deep into the bed, her arms flopped weakly above her, and I listened to her pull air into her open mouth. What a rush it was to see her so drained by her pleasure.

When I moved my awkwardly-dangling leg to rest gently across her lower back she spoke in a tired murmer, eyes barely cracked open. "You know what you always tell the kids about cleaning up after themselves." "Yeah, yeah," I said good-naturedly, and pushed myself back up to pull a soft cloth from the bedside table. As I gently daubed at her bum, wiping pearls of cum from the luscious curves, a couple of unlikely things happened. I began to stiffen again, just after one of the great cums of my life, stirred already again by the sight and feeling of her soft cheeks as I patted them clean. And my wife's tired voice drifted up from the bed, carrying words I'd have bet I'd never hear. "I'm still a bad girl," she said. "You'll probably have to spank me again tomorrow."

And so I did.



The Spanking



Chapter One

Debra was a divorced woman of forty and had been single for the last ten years. She had read enough erotic stories of woman getting spanked and it set her submissive side to thinking about submitting to a woman. When she was married, she was spanked by her husband on a few occasions during sex and she enjoyed it. Her thoughts turned to being spanked by a woman, she was not bi or a lesbian but she did not want to get involved with a man and she had a female acquaintance that got her womanly juices flowing at times, when Anne talked to her or looked at her in a certain way. Many a night Debra would masturbate with thoughts of being spanked.

One night Debra bumped into Anne after worked. It was in a nice little bar that she enjoyed going to and reading a book as she sipped on a glass of wine.

She put her book in her purse and asked Anne to join her. The two women chatted about work and friends and family. They had one glass of wine and than another and than three. As Debra got up to go to the washroom her book slipped out of her purse without her knowing it. Anne picked it up and quickly looked at the jest of the story. It was not overly raunchy but it told of a woman being dominated and in one passage about her getting spanked.

"Your book fell out." Anne said as she passed it to Debra. Debra's face turned red from embarrassment as she slipped it back into her purse.

"You enjoy those kinds of stories? " Anne asked. " I do also."

"Um, they are interesting to say the lease." Debra replied.

"The thought of getting your bottom spanked like a naughty little girl intrudes you? " Anne said as she tried to read the expression of Debra's face.

"Ah, it has crossed my mind." There was that voice that Anne used as if Debra was under her control. Just sitting there, her undies were sticking to her crotch from excitement while Anne looked at her. 

"Well girl. Why didn't you tell me? I would love to spank that bottom of yours." She gave Debra a wink with a smile on her face.

As they finished their glass of wine, they made arrangements for Anne to come over to Debra's place next Saturday afternoon about four for a spanking. With a kiss on the check, they both left the bar.

By the time Debra got home, her panties were clinging to her. She dropped her purse and car keys on the hall table and was stripping as she went into her bedroom. While she lay with her legs spread and (Mr. Big) that's the name she gave her venerator, she had two orgasms as she thought of Anne and the spanking she was going to receive.

Chapter Two

During the following week, Debra had reservations of Anne coming over and the possible spanking. Two or three times, she had the urge to call Anne and cancel the so called spanking. Than she had to laugh and recall that the conversation took place over three glasses of wine and that nothing would become of it.

The following Saturday, Debra did her morning cleaning of the house with little thought of Anne coming over. She had just about ruled the spanking out as just a fantasy and nothing would become of it, even though it was exciting to think about.

At the precise time, the doorbell rang. Debra's heart took a jump and she knew who was at the door. With dread she opened the door to see Anne and another woman standing there. "Thank God" Debra was thinking with seeing the other woman with Anne. They were probably just in the neighbourhood and decided to pop in. 

Debra ushered them into her living room and after the three were seated, Anne ask if they wanted anything to drink. Both chose wine, and the three talked a few minutes as they sipped their wine. The younger women with Anne who Debra guessed to be in her late twenties were a friend of Anne's by the name of Julie. When Anne finished her wine, Debra asked if she cared for another. 

"No thank you Debra. We should take care of that spanking we mention last week." Anne replied.

Debra did not know what to do or say. She looked at Anne and than back at Julie. She broke out in a sweat.

"Don't worry about Julie; she knows why I am here."

"Now let's get to it. Stand up and strip."

Debra was speechless. There was that tone in Anne's voice that made her always feel like a little girl again.

"Do not waste time Debra. It will only make it worst on you." 

Debra never thought of getting spanked naked, she considered getting spanked but with her clothes on. She had no alternative but to go though with this situation that she got herself into.

Debra stood up and slowly unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. The other two women sat and watched. Next the socks came off and finally her slacks. There she was her in her underwear and bra with her arms by her side.

"The bra and panties need to come off also. To get a spanking you need to be nude." Anne ordered.

"Now, Debra."

She took a deep breath and unhooked her bra and laid it over the chair. Next she hooked her thumbs in the panties and rolled down her legs. There she was, naked. Standing in front of two fully cloth woman. This was the most humiliating situation in her life with being naked in your own home as two people watched as you stood there.

"Now, how many swats should you receive Debra?" Anne asked

"Speak up girl."

"I don't know? Five." Debra replied.

"Come now. I did not come over here to just give you five swats. I was thinking of ten. Considering you said five, we will make it fifteen."

"Where shall we give you your punishment?" 

"I looked in the kitchen and the table looks to be the right height" Julie remarked.

As the two dressed women stood up, Anne removed something from the bag that she came with. 

"This is for you to wear this afternoon." as she took out a leather collar and a leash and secured around Debra's neck and lead her into the kitchen.

Debra did not know what to say or do. Her legs felt like rubber and her insides were doing flip-flops. But on top of everything, she was excited and she knew that her pussy was dripping wet.

Chapter Three

"I want you to lie over the table so that you ass is just on the edge." Anne ordered.

"That's good girl." Anne remarked as Debra breasts were pressed on the table and her bottom was at the right height.

"Julie, can you tie Debra's ankles to the table legs?" 

With her ankles being tied with pretty pink ribbons, it made her legs spread further apart. Debra was embarrassed before, but now she was further exposed to the eyes of her tormentors.

"Gee Anne. The old whore is turned on by this. Julie said as the two women looked at Debra's exposed pussy.

"Can I try something before you spank the old bitch? Julie asked

"Sure go ahead."

Debra could not believe what she was hearing. Julie was talking as if she belonged to Anne and the way Julie was referring to her as "the old whore", "the old bitch"

"I want to see how tight of an asshole she has. Can you ask her to spread her ass checks for me?"

"Debra, reach back and spread your checks."

She had no chose but to do as she was ordered. She felt Julie's finger in her pussy. 

"I think the old whore is ready to cum." Julie said with a chuckle.

After a few seconds, she felt a finger entering her butt hole. She had the whole finger in her ass and was fucking her with it.

"She is tight but I think the whore has had a few cocks up there." Julie remarked as she withdrew her finger and wiped on Debra's ass.

"Oh I bet she loves to be bum fucked." Anne relied as she moved next to Debra

"If you do not mind after you spanked her, I would like to ass fuck the bitch. I brought my strap-on along."

"I can see why not. The old whore probably will enjoy it."

She looked sideways and Anne had the strap in her hand. She laid it next to her face.

"Debra, I want you to ask me for your punishment. If I need to ask again, it will be harder on you."

"Please Anne will you spank my bum? I have been a naughty girl." Debra asked. She could not believe what she had just said, a grown woman asking to be spanked.

"Kiss the strap." Anne said as she put it to Debra's lips.

This was the final humiliation. Debra put her lips to the strap and Anne moved to the foot of the table. Debra cradled her head in her arms as she waited for her spanking.

"It is no sin to cry out if you need." Anne said as she let the first smack landed across the orbs of Debra's bottom. By the fifth stroke, Debra was crying and by the tenth she was pleading with Anne to stop. After the tenth stroke, Anne paused for a minute or two to let Debra to catch her breath. As the fifteenth stroke landed, Debra was beaten and she was never so glad to see this fantasy ended.

"Bitch, do you want to cum." Anne leaned over and whispered in Debra's ear as she ran her fingers over Debra's swollen pussy.

"Yes, no"

"Make up your mind slut." as Anne dipped two fingers into her very excited pussy

"Yes, Oh God, Yes" Debra just about shouted out. For the next few minutes, Anne played with her. She would bring her to the point of no return to denying her the final reward. At last Anne entered three fingers in Debra's pussy and with her thumb pressed down on her clit. 

Debra could not remember an orgasm that strong. While she lay panting and catching her breath. She felt Ann's fingers remove from her pussy. 

"Lick my fingers clean of your disgusting cunt juice." Anne ordered as she smeared Debra's discharge over her face and put the three fingers to her face. 

"I can't do that, please." Debra groaned.

"Look slut, you better think that over or do you want the strap again" as she yanked Debra's head back by her hair.

Debra could not take another spanking and she sucked the first finger in her mouth. She heard the two women laughing as she lick one finger clean and than the other two. She knew the taste was from her own body but she still came close to throwing up.

"Lick the palm clean, you old whore." 

She finished her degrading job and was glad the ordeal was over.

"Untie the bitch and bring her into the living room."

"I have another place for her tongue. A spanking always makes me horny." Anne said while stripping her clothes off.

Chapter Four 

Debra was lead into her living room by a leash on her hands and knees. Anne was relaxed in the nude with her legs spread in the easy chair as she was stroking herself.

"I am not that type of women." Debra exclaimed. She was not going to go down and perform oral sex on Anne. She had to make a stand.

"I do not give a shit if you are or you are not. But you will eat me out." Anne replied.

"Julie, give her a couple of swats across her ass with the strap."

It only took two swats on her already soar bottom to concede to Anne's request. She never ate out another woman and she timidly licked Anne's pussy.

"You better do a better job than that or else you will have one sorry ass." 

Debra did not need more of a spanking. She gave up on making a stand and started to lick Anne's exposed pussy with more enthusiasm. After a couple of minutes, Debra found the taste was not that bad. She knew when Anne was ready to cum with Anne pressing her head more into her pussy. Debra had no time for a rest as Anne came a second time a few minutes later.

"I think you could become a pretty good pussy eater." Anne said as she pushed Debra away. Debra did not know if she should take that as a compliment or an insult.

"Do you want a go with the old pussy eater?" Anne asked Julie

"Yes, but first I need to tinkle." 

Julie reached down and grabbed Debra's leash and lead her to the washroom with her.

"Sit on the floor between my legs while I pee." Julie said with a tug on the leash. By this time Julie was also nude, she stripped while Debra ate her friend Anne.

"Lick my breasts while I pee"

Debra had no chose but to comply with command. First she sucked on one nipple until Julie slapped her face to move to the other. 

"Will this day ever end?" Debra was thinking. She had never been more humiliated in her life but at the same time, she was turned on. As she was sucking on each breast, she heard Julie pee splash into the toilet bowl, than the disguising sound of her farting.

"Fucking Mexican food. I have to lie off of it." Julie said with a chuckle.

When Julie stood up, Debra's face was just about level with Julie's pussy. "You have the privilege of licking my cunt dry, you old whore."

"No, No, please not that." Debra begged.

Julie reached down and twisted Debra's ears in each hand. "Start licking or I can twist these ears harder."

Debra was at her mercy as she tilted her head and licks the drops of pee from Julie's pussy.

As she was leading a tearful Debra from the washroom Julie remarked "You should be glad that I did not take a shit."

"Did I hear a little commotion in the washroom? Anne asked.

"It was nothing. We just had a little disagreement." Julie replied.

Julie sat on the couch with her bottom at the edge. 

"Do I have to tell what I want, you old whore."

Debra did not need to be told what to do as she knelt between Julie's legs. 

"Start with my asshole and I better feel your tongue up there." Julie demanded.

Debra knew she was beaten and she started to lick Julie's ass, than she stuck her tongue in the entrance of her butt and started tongued fucking it.

"The old bitch is a pretty good ass licker." 

After a few minutes, Julie ordered Debra to eat her pussy. 

"Slut, finger fuck my asshole while you eat me."

Debra took her middle finger and slowly shoved it up Julie's ass as she started her lick her pussy. Within minutes, Julie was having an orgasm while she held on to Debra's head.

Debra waited while the two women talked and hoping they would leave. She was tired, her ass hurt, her mouth tasted awful. She just wanted to be left alone.

"I got one more job to do. " Julie said as she went over to her purse and fastened her strap-on cock on. 

"On your knees slut. I want to see how tight that asshole is."

Debra complied with the request and waited. She felt Julia behind her and the fake cock entering her pussy. 

"The old whore must have really liked what we did to her. She is wet as can be." Julie remarked as she slowly fucked Debra. To make matters worst, Debra felt herself get excited and knew she was close to having an orgasm. Just as she was ready to cum, Julie removed her cock from Debra's wet pussy. Next she felt the tip of the cock at the entrance of her butt hole. She was no stranger to anal sex but it had been a few years sense she felt a man's cock in her ass. She had played with anal beads and butt plugs but now she knew that she was going to get fucked. She relaxed her muscle and let the cock enter her. Julie was an expert with this. She slowly shoved the whole seven inches of cock up Debra's ass. At times she fucked her hard than she would slow down.

"Oh fuck." Debra groaned as she reached under her and rubs her very excited pussy. 

"God. I Cumming" Debra cried out as she pushed back to get all the cock up her ass. She never thought that she ever came that hard before. As Julie removed her cock from Debra's ass, Debra was overcome with another orgasm.

Debra lay crumpled on the floor. She was exhausted; she never had two orgasms back to back like that. She watched as Julie removed her strap-on and cleaned it off on her blouse.

"You should be thankful that I am in a good mood today or else you would be cleaning this cock with your mouth."

"I figured the old whore would get off on getting her ass fucked." Anne said. 

Debra watched as Anne and Julie started to get dressed. She pulled herself together and started to put on her underwear.

"What are you doing slut?" Anne asked. "I did not tell you to get dressed."

"I just thought."

"That's your problem. You think too much."

"Get over here. You need a reminder who is the boss." Anne said as she pulled Debra over her lap.

After about twenty five open hand swats, she had Debra waddle over with her panties around her thighs and stand in the corner with her nose facing the wall. 

"Put your hands at your side, and stay that way until Julie and I leave." 

"I just remembered about two black gentlemen that ask me to find them a woman for a night of fucking for them and two of their friends. You know, I think I found the person if they do not mind an old whore like Debra." Anne said.

Debra waited a few minutes after Anne and Julie left. She had never been as horny in her lift as she collapsed in the chair. She could not help it as she masturbated with the thoughts of what took place and than what Anne said about having four guys having their way with her as she lick her fingers clean. 

Debra dragged her self into the bedroom and curled up on the bed for some well deserved rest. Before drifting off to sleep, she felt the collar that she still had around her neck and looked at the finger that was recently up Julie's ass. She sniff the finger and than stuck in her mouth.

THE END



The Spanking Actor



I could hardly believe it myself. He was even older than DD, much older; in fact he was also older than my dad. Yes, Jon was into his fifties. But that didn't stop him being an amazingly good fuck and probably the most interesting man I'd slept with and maybe had ever known.

He was an actor. Not tremendously successful but a face that when seen in a film or on TV, would make many people say, "I know him who is it?" Recently though, he hadn't had much work. His style was a little old fashioned and there were just too many actors around with his looks, so he had become known as, what all in the profession dread, unfashionable.

He did some lecturing at the college I was attending and we immediately hit it off. That was largely due to me having produced at university the Joe Orton classic play "What the Butler Saw." Jon had once starred in that and had a love for it as I did. So, after one of his, highly entertaining, very interesting and really quite motivational lectures, he asked me about my production. 

That led to me staying behind chatting to him about it; that led to us having a drink in a wine bar down the street, near to the British Museum and that led to us agreeing to have dinner a few days later. It also led to; well you're going to find that out soon! 

"I know there's a vast age difference Sammi," he was saying as we finished the bottle of red wine that evening. "But I would be so honoured if you would let me take you out. Would you entertain the idea of having dinner with me one evening?"

I smiled at the nice and rather proper way he phrased the suggestion. It was clever for he was polite, he followed an old fashioned etiquette, that he knew appealed to me, because I'd told him, but he made no pretense at all of hiding the fact that it was a date. Not just a dinner, not a chance to chat more about "What the Butler Saw", not a meeting to talk about "the business" and not an opportunity for him to teach me about the theatre. No it was going to be a date with all that implies. It was going to be a test as to whether we fancied each other; he was putting his aging self on the line with a girl thirty years his junior. 

Yes there was a degree of arrogance there, but then actors are like that, they have to be. But then I had told him that I preferred the company of older people and, quite frankly, I was enjoying the drink with him far more than I'd enjoyed several recent dates with younger guys.

I was taking a sip of wine when he said that. I lifted my eyes up over the rim of the glass and caught his gaze. I smiled as I put the glass down. I couldn't help joshing him a bit for, although I quite liked the formality of his phrasing, it was a little pompous.

"I might entertain the idea Jon." I said and then paused, putting the ball back into his court.

He also smiled and reaching out across the small table he rested his fingers on the back of my hand.

"Ah, I see, entertain it you might, but agree to it still has to be confirmed does it?"

"Of course," I smiled holding his gaze rather flirtatiously as he rubbed his fingertips softly up the back of my hand, onto my wrist then under it to where my pulse was beating, rather fast in fact.

"And what, I wonder," he said, as if talking to himself. "Might persuade the young lady to confirm whether she will or not?"

I didn't say anything. I simply enjoyed the feelings as he held my hand running his fingertips slowly round and round my palm. It was lovely. I couldn't recall the last time a man had held my hand and done that. Maybe it was a rather old fashioned gesture; if so it made me hanker for the old fashioned times! But then I always have thought I was born in the wrong age and that I'm more suited to the fifties or before. 

As we sat there staring and smiling at each other, my hand in his, so I felt his knee against mine under the table. At first it could, of course, have been an accident, but when it returned and went away and then returned again all suspicion of that was removed. It was being done on purpose as a signal, a sort of request, an emphasis of the request for the date. Again, a little old fashioned perhaps, but nevertheless extremely intimate and alluring, I thought.

It was down to me now. I could easily move away and all could be forgotten. I could remove my hand, say I was busy or had a boyfriend and no face would be lost. On the other hand I could press back implying 'yes' in a very clear way. Or I could be a bit of a cow and do nothing, leaving the problem completely with him. What do you reckon I did?

He knew the game, he'd played it before; he was obviously quite used to dealing with cows, but then he was in the theatre wasn't he? He realised exactly what I was doing and what I was playing at. He seemed to be able to read me, understand me and work out was I was thinking. That always intrigued me in a man and sometimes turned me on a little. I guess the sub in me respecting the domme in him, or something like that!

He continued gently rubbing the palm of my hand and pressing his knee firmly against mine as he looked right into my eyes.

"You have the most beguiling eyes, Samantha," he murmured staring deep into them. As if talking to himself again he went on. "It's as if I can see deep into your inner soul." As he was saying this he was still gently rubbing my fingers, hand and wrist and now, blatantly, pressing his leg against my knee. "I can see through your eyes, I can see you are a passionate woman, an intense woman. A woman that knows what she wants and how to get that. I can see so much about you." As he revved things up so his foot rested on mine then ran up the side of my calf. 

With some men it would have been sleazy, but with him it was quite heady stuff for me. I felt relieved that we were in a sheltered corner where nobody would be able to see what we were doing. This became particularly relevant when his knee pressed against my closed knees, firstly quite firmly, then, after a moment or two, even firmer. I suppose I could have resisted, for it wouldn't have been physically difficult to stop him going further. I could I suppose have left things as they were and did nothing. Perhaps that would have been the more sensible and more demure action. But I wasn't thinking sensible and demure. So iIt wasn't a physical force, therefore, that made me slowly open them so his knee could slip between mine. No, he didn't force his way there nor open my kneews by his bodily strength alone. It was a completely different force that caused me to welcome his leg between mine, to invite it to examine my bare thighs and to let it slide between my legs until it found the hem of my, rather short, denim skirt. Yes it wasn't physical, it was part emotionally, but, I realised with a jolt, it was mainly sexual. 

And that shocked me for I rarely felt such a strong feeling for someone. I am a little odd with regard to my attitude towards sex. This was just another example of that oddness. I've been chatted up by fantastic looking guys aged anywhere between my age and mid thirties and rarely if ever do I get a strong sexual yearning for them. Yet here I was sitting in a wine bar, my hand being held and caressed and my thighs being rubbed by the leg of a man well old enough to be my father, maybe even my grandfather. There I was almost creaming myself as such intimate and romantic things were said to mea twenty three year old by a man that was over fifty. Yes here I was, wanting to be fucked by a man that was more than thirty year older than me; and one that was balding and a bit paunchy at that!

I think he realised what I was thinking? How? I have no idea but by some form of silent communication I'm sure he picked up my vibes; ESP perhaps. He took my hand in both of his and lifted it up to his lips. He kissed the back of my hand easing his knee further between mine as he did, thank god for the red and white check table cloth. He leaned forward and kissed me softly on my cheek. I didn't demure or try to stop him. Why would I when I acknowledged that was what I wanted?

"You're a very beautiful woman Sammi," he breathed, instinctively it seemed, knowing exactly the sort of thing I wanted to hear. He kissed my cheek again and whispered. "Very beautiful with the most alluring body and figure."

I'd remained silent as he'd turned the pressure on, but now I was beginning to feel a bit like that scene in "When Harry met Sally." As he was verbally seducing me, caressing my hand, kissing my cheek and in a way, sort of fucking me with his leg, I wondered whether it was possible to be made to cum from those actions alone. I was more and more thinking that it was, for I'm sure my panties were soaked and I knew my nipples were exploding.

"Come to my flat Sammi, let me love you there," he whispered as he licked the back of my hand and stared into my eyes.

*

It was probably the most romantic fuck I'd ever had. In fact that entire evening was probably the most romantic evening I'd ever had, albeit in a rather old fashioned way. 

We'd caught a cab to his flat in that hinterland of an area between Euston and Camden Town: a nothing sort of area that didn't seem able to decide whether it was on the way up or on the way down. He didn't do anything or say much during the ten minute or so cab ride. Rather arrogantly I thought, he explained later. "The tabloids are after any smutt on actors." As we sat there in silence I was thinking. Since I became sexually active I have been more interested in older guys. At eighteen I had quite a fling with a thirty five year old, at twenty I seduced a lecturer at uni and I am still having a loose affaie with him. He is forty two and married with two chidren. We both know there is no real future so we are enjoying it as we go.

It was a second floor walk up flat in a fairly large town house, nicely furnished with that sort of fading elegant look that so appeals to the well to do and aristocracy and, so it seems, to fading actors.

He turned one lamp on but no more. The lights from the street created a nice, dim quite romantic glow to the large lounge. He made no pretence that this was anything other than us going to have sex. He didn't make small talk offer me a drink or ask me to sit down. None of that was necessary, he knew it and I knew it. We were there for one reason and one reason alone, to make love.

He took me in his arms and kissed me. No preamble or asking permission. It was a wonderful kiss; as far as I was concerned it was the kiss of a master lover. He held me tight, he moulded our bodies together and his lips found mine. Our mouths were closed as our lips touched but they slowly opened as they were pressed together. His tongue licked its way round my lips, against my gums, over my teeth and into my mouth. He licked the roof of my mouth, the inside of teeth and my tongue. He sucked my top then my lower lip and then both of them together, He was patient, slow, methodical and amazingly erotic. I hade never been kissed like it before and it was simply amazing.

His hands were running up and down my back. They fiddled with my bra strap, the waist band of my short denim skirt, which was fashionably just a whisker above my pubis line and the top of the crease in my bum, and the hem of the pink, loose, short sleeved, scooped neck, silky top. They seemed to be saying they'll all be attended to in time, but not just yet. 

He knew as well as I did that I was powerless to stop him undressing me, that I wouldn't be able to resist him taking my clothes off and that there was no way anything could hamper me being naked for him. It was as inevitable as night following day, but there was no hurry; after all experts, master lovers have no need to hurry, do they.

"I am going to make the most wonderful love to you Sammi," he murmured into my ear as his fingers ran through my long blonde hair and up and down my neck sending shivers through my entire body.

"Mmmm, that'll be nice" was all I could rather inanely murmur back.

"That is what you want isn't it?" he asked piling my hair on top of my head. "Yes Jon, yes it is I gasped," unable to think or breath properly let alone make sensible conversation.

"Good, Sammi, that's so good, for that's what I badly want to do. I can't ever remember so utterly desiring any woman as I do you right now."

God what language I thought. Sure a bit stuffy and formal, very old fashioned and quite grandiose but to a twenty something romantic like me theyt were pearls of wisdom, phrases from heaven and words that make girls drop their knickers. 

As phrases such as:

"I have so wanted you since the moment I saw you,"

"I lie awake at night thinking of nothing, but your face and wondering at the beauties your body holds,"

"I dream of seeing your young firm breasts, your hard, pink nipples and your pert, firm bum."

"We'll make perfect, totally wonderful orgasmic love Sammi."

I was ready for anything. He had been priming me all evening and was now ready to fire both barrels, hard and fast and that came with.

"Come to my bed Sammi, that is what you want to do isn't it?"

It was so totally what I wanted that I could do no more than mumble. "Yes Jon."

As he took my hand and led me to his bedroom I was thinking that as a drama student with aspirations to be a writer or producer I should have been able to coin a more suitable and eloquent phrase, but my mind was a whirl of other thoughts so I thought 'fuck it' and stuck with the 'yes Jon.'

It was quite small but had a double bed. It was dim, but not so dark that we couldn't see each other. We stood facing each other alongside the bed, he was holding my hand. He brought that up to his mouth and kissed the palm; he took one of my fingers slightly into his mouth and softly sucked it. He ran his tongue up and down that finger, he chewed it, gently and then once more took it into his mouth, but this time as far as it would go. I was mesmerised by this. He was doing all the things to my finger that girls do to men during oral sex. As I watched so my finger became a cock and so I sort of became a man, he became a woman and we made this incredible oral love that ended up with him pulling my body against his as he sucked three of my fingers in his mouth.

We didn't speak, I think we'd gone beyond words, they simply weren't needed.

He stopped face fucking my fingers, he let go of my hand and moved away a foot or two. His eyes boring into mine he started undoing the buttons on his dark blue, heavy cotton shirt. One by one slowly exposing the fairly matted hairs on his broad chest; I couldn't help noticing that there was a fair amount of grey amongst them. I suddenly thought I'd never been to bed with a man with grey hairs on his chest and I realised he must dye the hair on his head. I almost giggled at the thought.

His shirt was fully undone and his fingers were now undoing his leather pleated belt. He was so confident and so assured and I found that very sexy and such a turn on. He still hadn't taken his eyes from mine, it was as if he was reading my thoughts and manipulating my mind. Manipulating it to the extent that, crossing my arms and reaching downwards, I took hold of the hem of my top. I saw approval in his eyes as his belt came undone and he slowly pushed his zip down, Between the opened edges of his shirt I could see that, although a little overweight and with the matted graying hairs, his chest was full and quite muscular.

His eyes seemed as if they were telling me what to do and slowly, a bit like a stripper I suppose, I lifted my top up and up. It went over my breasts, onto my shoulders, over my face and head until it was off. I held it for a moment as we stared at each other. Then, as if on cue, we both dropped our tops to the floor. The look in his eyes as they roamed over my chest focusing more and more on my breasts almost made me squirm with sexual want.

I looked down. I was wearing a white, almost transparent bra. I knew that he'd be focusing on the dark bumps in the bra where, even in the subdued light, my hugely erect nipples would be very evident. And the more he stared so the harder they seemed to become. And of course as they became harder so I became more and more aroused, more excited and more and more turned on. And as that happened so I became more and more receptive to the unspoken persuasions that his masterful gaze conveyed to me. I think I was smiling a little, for that was reflected by more of a glint in his eye and some movements in his lips, as now without thinking I reached both hands behind me. As I struggled momentarily with my bra clasp so, inevitably, my 33b boobs were pushed forward and thrust upward, thankfully making them look larger and less like the tits of a young girl, as they usually did.

I loved the look in his eyes as he saw that and saw my breasts straining against the thin fabric of each cup. It was a look I'd seen so often now. It was the look that photographers have when they snap away at me when I do my evening job as a photographic model; it pays for drama school! I saw in his eyes what I see in the punters' eyes when I undress for them, expose my breasts and open my legs to flash my most personal places for the lens of their cameras. Yes it was the look of adoration of and lust for my body; the look that exhibitionists such as I so badly need and ravel in.

He broke the silence. Standing there just in his boxers, his erection clear and obvious and giving him absolutely no embarrassment whatsoever he sighed as I dropped my bra to join my top on the floor.

"Oh Sammi your breasts are sublime."

He reached his hand out and gently ran the back of his fingernails across the swell of one of my breasts, into my cleavage and then up and over my other one. He came back again. This time though, his fingertips fluttered across the equator of each mound, across each apex, across the circumference of each orb, across, of course, each nipple. Each straining, hard, aching, pulsating nipple; each inflamed, engorged, seething, sensitive nipple. Each nipple that was showing my arousal, so signifying my need both for him and sex, and clearly indicating my total and utter desire for this man to fuck me. 

As he so gently caressed my breasts and nipples in a way they'd never been before he was making low moans and deep sighs, looking into my eyes and whispering how adorable I was; all very hedonistic and ego massaging stuff indeed.

Considering he was as old as he was compared to me, that I was a photographic model probably in my physical prime and he was an actor with a body turning paunchy, a head of hair that was balding and grey chest hairs he was amazingly self-assured in the sexual arena.

Without waiting for me, without checking to see whether I was ready and without any further ado, he slid his boxers down and off in one series of quick movements. He stood before me proudly naked and superbly and rampantly aroused. He was certainly no Adonis, but the way he held himself, the manner in which he behaved towards me and the total air of gravitas and control he had more than made up for that. Perhaps he's gone into porn movies I wondered with a wry smile?

He stood with one hand on his hip the other hanging down by his thigh idly rubbing his erection. He smiled. He looked me up and down and said in his rich, deep voice.

"I think it's your turn now Sammi, don't you?"

Again I had no thoughts other than to comply with his suggestions. He had a total hold over me and his almost mute power of persuasion was something I'd never before experienced.

I undid the brass button on the skirt. I slid the short zip down. I wriggled the skirt down over my bum and hips and I let slither down my legs to the floor. I stepped out of it. I looked into his eyes and felt a surge of really high octane arousal at the sheer level of lust and desire I saw there.




The Spanking Actor



"Oh Sammi, Sammi," he murmured his eyes sweeping up and down my legs, round and round my boobs and then down onto the thin pink thong that was as good as see-through. I knew he'd be able to see my neatly trimmed pubes through the material and wondered whether my wetness had marked it. I also wished I was more conscientious with my washing, for then I'd have been wearing matching undies and not the odds and sods he was seeing.

My hands were shaking as I slipped them into the elastic of the thong. It always seems to me to be a really symbolic moment when a woman takes her panties for her lover. More so than when he pushes them down or even when he rips them from her. By her doing it she's offering herself isn't she? She's voluntarily removing the last bastion of her defences, the remaining separation between her and her nudity, and the last vestige of respectability. Once they've gone she's vulnerable, open and wantonly available, well at least that's how I felt when I pushed my panties down and reached towards my foot to take them off.

As I stood up totally naked apart from my strappy, midheight heeled sandles, so Jon reached for my hand, the one holding my panties. He gently pulled them from me. His eyes boring deep into mine he put them to his face and rubbed his nose in the gusset, taking deep breaths as he did so. I'd heard of men smelling their lover's panties, but I had no experience of it. I would have thought I'd feel at least a little bit odd watching a man do that, but I didn't. As Jon ran them over his face standing naked before me, so I found it not at all off-putting; not a major turn-on, but certainly an action that very much went with the circumstances.

Still holding my panties in his hand he put his arms on my shoulders. He looked deep into my eyes for a moment and then kissed me long and lovingly. Slowly his arms went round me, they pulled me to him, he pressed himself against me and our bodies molded together. My breasts were squashed against his chest, the fronts of our legs were as one and of course his erection surged up the softness of my stomach. It was all rather lovely.

He squirmed his cock against me and cupped the cheeks of my bum in his hands. He squeezed and kneaded them all the time kissing me so beautifully. He stroked my bum he pinched it, rubbed it and caressed it. He was doing that for ages, but I didn't care, I loved it. I have such a sensitive bottom, all over and between the cheeks. And somehow he seemed to know that, but then perhaps all women do. His fingers probed and prodded, slithered and slipped everywhere. Over my cheeks, between them, on the entrance and further onto and into the slimy wetness of my pussy that was wet to overflowing.

I got my hand between us and felt my fingers tingle with want as they found and then ran up and down his erection. It was everything an erection should be; hard, warm, smooth and slightly throbbing. It felt lovely.

We at last went to bed, but clearly not yet to make love, well not as I knew it. He positioned me carefully on my front and lay beside me. He kissed me and ran his hands through my hair, ruffling it, piling it up on my head and then, as he shoved his tongue very deep into my mouth pulling it, quite hard.

"Oooo," slipped from my mouth.

"Sorry my love, don't you like it?" He asked not in any way, though, lessening the tension.

Funnily in all (sic) my sexual career, I'd never been confronted with the pain thing. I'd never had full anal intercourse, been tied up or restrained. None of my motley gang of now seven male lovers had suggested any form of spanking, BDSM or anything that most people might call kinky. And to be truthful I'd never really given that side of sex much thought, but now having my hair pulled in a way that hurt me I was forced to. 

It was odd, but then many aspects of sex seem to be odd to me; so much so that I'm beginning to think that odd is natural and natural is, oh shit, I don't know, far too deep a topic for me. But it was strange to me that the pain from my head was merging with the sexual pleasures his other hand was providing by stroking all over the back of my naked body. And the rather aggressive nature of him tugging my hair as I lie somewhat restricted beside him, was in stark and I have to say pleasurable, in an odd way (that bloody word again), contrast to the tender kisses he was planting all over my face and lips.

Jon had slid the hand that wasn't tugging my hair down my back and had reached my bum, He'd stroked it and squeezed it and that, together with the kissing and tugging of my long blonde hair, had created the most unusual, yet wonderful combination of feelings.

"Ok Sammi?"

"No, er yes, yes, it's ok Jon," I replied, not at all sure that it was ok or why I was saying that.

"You have the most glorious arse I've ever seen," he murmured as he stroked it so very gently. He repeated all he'd been doing when we were standing beside the bed but now the emphasis of his caresses was between, as opposed to on, my cheeks. He eased my legs apart and with them went the cheeks of my bottom. He spent ages gently running his fingertips along that sensual groove, on, over and past the extra sensitive entrance to my anus, onto the base of spine in one direction and into the totally sodden mess that was my pussy in the other.

I was starting to cum. I just couldn't help it. I don't think anyone, even DD or Stephanie had worked me up so much as this fifty plus year old man was now doing.

"Oh God Jon, I'm cumming," I moaned as my entire body started to shudder.

"I know Sammi that is the idea you know."

Even in the throes of my strong orgasm I couldn't help smiling and saying.

"Oh shut up."

All hell broke loose in my mind. As my body shuddered and shook with the sensations I couldn't help realising that I was cumming without any form of penetration, without my clit being rubbed or the lips of my pussy being stroked. Yes Jon made me cum merely by stroking my body and my bum.

As I soared up that wonder wall of such incredible feelings another thing happened. Jon smacked my bottom several times. Not that hard and not that much, but enough to make my bum sting and me recognise what he was doing. I didn't, though, think that much of it. I put it down to being just one of those spontaneous things we might all do when sexual hugely stimulated; like pinching too firmly, squeezing a breast or a cock too hard, scratching or biting. Nevertheless, the combination of the pain from him pulling my hair, the stinging from where he'd spanked my bottom and the pleasure he was giving me with his fingers made me cum, very heavily indeed.

He then fucked me. Straightforward, me on my back, him on top, my legs wide open and wrapped round him. It was quite quick and quite hard. There was obviously no foreplay. He didn't need to get me wet and I didn't need to get him hard, what we'd been doing for the past half hour or so had done both of those necessities. He didn't mess around either. 

I'd hardly finished my bum oriented orgasm when he turned me onto my back and I watched as he slid into a condom, a black one I noted with a tad of amusement. My pussy was still tender and my breasts and nipples were still pulsating from what he'd done to me moments ago with his hands when he laid on top of me. I willingly opened my legs and wrapped my arms around him as he held his cock against my lips. I was obviously soaked and my lips were inevitably bloated with the blood that rushes to them during an orgasm; I'm told that makes a woman's pussy tighter, As I've also been told by DD many times 'you have such a wonderfully tight cunt,' then I must have almost been strangling Jon; there were no complaints though. No complaints, just a straightforward hard and fast fuck and that, to be honest is what I wanted. Well actually what I most wanted would have been to have waited for a while to let my climax fully subside, have a few drinks, maybe smoke a weed, enjoy loads of foreplay and then a long languid fuck or two. But I wasn't experienced enough to even say to him what I would have preferred, let alone directed events that way. And in any case I think I am much more of a follower as far as that's concerned.

So it was a quick fuck and I was on my way home shortly after.

*

We'd agreed to have the dinner we'd discussed earlier on the coming Friday, the day after tomorrow. 

Even though I was busy with studying lighting and sound for college and having a three hour modeling job on the Thursday, I thought about Jon and what we'd done quite lot over those two days.

I had a long time to think when I was on the tube with my suitcase on the way to the studio right out in Middlesex at Harrow on the Hill, very near to the famous school that counts Winston Churchill amongst its old boys. I was going to a studio that has a large, secluded garden that enables the photographers to work outside; I find it strange actually to be asked to lie naked and open legged with shrubs or plants all round me. But then these photographers think they're pretty artistic and seem to draw some form of symbolism between a girl's cunt and the petals on a flower. Certainly beats me, but the £350 I was earning for the indoor/outdoor shoot made me think, "Who cares?"

My thinking about my actor lover was along these lines.

I liked Jon and clearly I fancied him, I mean I'd fucked him hadn't I?

He did something to me no others had done. Just how and why I couldn't say, but he did. I found him intellectually attractive. Maybe a father figure, was that it? A deeply buried desire to have sex with my dad? Shit I was already getting some hots for my mum, not that as well, surely? Not a threesome with my mum and dad? I told you I was odd as far as sex is concerned didn't I?

But there were limits weren't there? Could I really feel comfortable on a date with a man of his age? Could I cope with the stares and the whispers and the questions, if anyone at the college found out, as they were bound to do?

As I posed for the four photographers my mind kept returning to Jon. Lying on a tartan blanket underneath a large oak tree naked apart from black, seamed, fishnet, holdup stockings and high heeled, black patent leather stilettos as the cameras, which were all digital I noted, clicked away, I thought of his obsession, or so it seemed, with my bum. I thought how amazing it had been to be coaxed to cum with hardly any vaginal or clitoral stimulation and no penetration at all. I would never have believed it, but it had happened. I thought about the way he'd pulled my hair and how surprisingly that had added to the excitement. And I also thought about how as I was climaxing he'd smacked my bottom several times.

The combination of thinking about Jon and the feelings I always seemed to get now when I posed naked, was nearly making me cum. So it wasn't hard for me to make the facial expressions the photographers like. It also wasn't at all hard for me to give this group that added bonus of the model, caressing her tits, of her nipples hardening and of her hands wandering downward and touching her pussy. They didn't have to ask me, I did it naturally and willingly.

*

I could hardly believe it. I'd heard of it of course, but so far had never experienced it.

Jon's cock that was just about to fuck me had gone soft. One moment he had a full erection, I'd stroked it as he'd kissed me and the next as he tried to enter me so he lost it.

"Oh fuck, bollocks," he moaned his head falling onto my chest. "I'm sorry."

"What is it, what's the matter?" I asked genuinely concerned that perhaps he was ill, or worse was having a heart attack.

"I've lost my fucking erection, that's what's the bloody matter," he groaned rolling off me and lying on his back.

"Never mind, don't worry, it'll come back."

"Yeah, you reckon."

"Yes. Yes of course it will, I'll make it come back Jon," I whispered in his ear as I ran my hand down his body, across the slight swell of his stomach and into his pubic hair. I was so used to finding a man's cock sprouting up from them and pointing northward that I was surprised at first not to feel his like that. I could hardly remember ever before holding a flaccid penis; I mean it would be such an insult wouldn't it to be naked with a guy who hadn't managed to get it up? But that's where we were and that's what we had to cope with. It's not all plus points, I thought ruefully, having a yen for older men!

I pulled the condom off and dropped it on the floor. I worked hard. I stroked, caressed and gently rubbed it. I put my fingers round it and I pumped it up and down. There may have been a marginal hardening, but not much and certainly nowhere near what I wanted or needed to be fucked by.

And now I badly wanted that. We'd been in his flat for an hour or so after a nice dinner at a charming French bistro in Southampton Row. This time we'd undressed each other and he'd made me cum with his mouth. He was really good at oral. 

We'd played with each other for another twenty minutes or so I suppose, when he'd then rolled me onto my side facing him. He rolled onto his side away from me and fumbled in a drawer on the bedside cabinet. Rolling back again I saw that he'd got a condom, not a black one this time, and was undoing the foil. He'd pushed it on and then turned to face me the slightly greasy rubber pressing into my tummy. We kissed very deeply and I felt him moving to position his cock ready to enter me; the latex covered tip was pressing right against the lips of my pussy. It was, though clearly at the wrong angle so when he pushed he didn't go up me but merely slid along my slit and came to that cul de sac at the back end of it. Nice though that was, it wasn't penetration and it was penetration we both wanted.

He tried again. He pulled my leg up and placed it on his hip and once more pushed forward, again it didn't go in. 

"Oh fuck," he said in frustration.

"Come on let me help you?" I replied reaching down for his cock.

Whether he was already losing his hardness or not I don't know but he pushed my hand away.

"No it's ok. Lie on your back."

I did as I was told and he maneuvered himself on top of me and laid between my eagerly opened thighs. I felt him reaching down, presumably to hold his dick and guide it in that way; little did I know then just what his real problem was!

This time when he pressed it against my lips it felt different, it was a feel I'd never had there before, it was new to me but somehow I knew what it was. Some instinct or intuition told me that he was losing his erection. And trying to shove a soft cock up a wet cunt just doesn't work does it?

So there was I working on making him hard. 

My pussy had failed when he put it there, my hands clearly hadn't done the job so there was only one thing left, wasn't there? Oddly, despite the sheer romance, the enhanced eroticism and the deep intimacy of our lovemaking, so far I hadn't gone down on him.

I wriggled around moving my body so I could get my mouth to him. On the rather narrow bed I either, had to get off it, or kneel alongside him. I chose the latter. Curled up pretty tightly I bent my face to his tummy, took hold of his soft dick and wiggled my body as close to him as possible on the basis that if he was touching my nudity that might turn him on, it usually seems to! 

The way I was positioned mean that my knee was pressing into his hip, my legs were at about a forty five degree angle to the side of his body and my bum was about level with his armpit, but well in reach of his hands.

I licked his rather hairy tummy first. Actually I wasn't at that time very experienced in giving oral, in fact I'd probably given more oral sex to Steph and Sandra than I had to l the men I'd been with. Holding his limp dick up I ran my tongue along it. Nothing happened.

I cradled his scrotum in the palm of my hand and rolled his balls around loving the feeling of them against my skin. At the same time I held his penis and kissed the uncircumcised tip. Again nothing.

"Oh Sammi I'm sorry, it happens when you get older."

"Don't worry," I replied slightly turning my bent body so that more of my leg pressed against his side.

I resumed my oral encouragement thinking a couple of times that there were some signs of movement.

I had it in my mouth when I felt his hand on my thigh. It slid upwards. I felt such warmth towards him that despite his problem he still wanted to please and pleasure me. I opened my legs a little and sucked hard on the tip of his cock, something I'd read about in a novel; I mean where else does a girl learn to give blow jobs, there's no training manuals on it are there.

His fingers lipped inside me. They ran round my lips, both the inner and outer ones. They touched my anal entrance and pressed on my clit. It was rather lovely and I wiggled my bottom and gave a low moan in appreciation.

Suddenly thwack. His hand hit by bottom, quite hard, so much so that I jerked my head and he slipped out. Thwack, smack he hit me twice in quick succession. I grunted and put his cock back in my mouth.

More thwacks and more smacks, each probably a littler harder. He was spreading them all over both of my cheeks. I pumped him in and out of my mouth. He was hardening, very slightly, but I'm sure it wasn't my imagination.

I looked behind and saw that my bum was in a position where it was difficult for him to reach. I wiggled myself a little further away and watched Jon half roll onto his side. That meant that not only could one of his hands more easily reach and smack my bum, but that the other could reach my dangling breasts and with some fumbling my clit as well.

Clearly realising that I wasn't averse to what he'd been doing, he hit me several more times. He was now doing it harder and it was stinging, but it wasn't too painful. Amazingly though, as each time he smacked me, and now he'd found a sort of rhythm, his cock seemed to jerk in my mouth. Each smack saw him harden and grow a little. 

He was now spanking me with a steady series of smacks that covered every inch of each cheek and was now occasionally drifting down onto my thighs. He was grunting and groaning and moaning and muttering how wonderful I was and what a magnificent ass I had. 

Then I had what is in many ways, I now know, the most exciting thing a woman can experience; a man's cock growing to its full erection in her mouth.

And as Jon's cock reached its fullness so now he was thoroughly spanking me. He was though, alternating smacking my bum with stroking my pussy and tits, combining giving me stinging pains with glorious sensations, yes he was using pain and sexual stimulation in equal ingredients to produce the most amazing cocktail of emotions in my mind and feelings in my mind and body. He pulled my legs further open so that my pussy was fully exposed from the rear. He then began slapping my lips. Not hard, but firmly and consistently. It was amazing and I began to tongle everywhere and especially on and in my pussy.

I knew that meant just one thing. I was starting to cum. He must have felt that. When I cum I shudder, I almost convulse at times. My body stiffens and I find it hard to get my breath, especially when my mouth is stuffed full as it was now.

I was moaning, groaning, grunting and whining, as much as one can with a cock in your mouth. I was shuddering hard. I was gripping his cock and slobbering up and down it as if it was the most delicious tasting object in the world. I was licking, kissing, chewing and sucking it. I was ramming it deep into my mouth and then sucking the bulbous head as if it was a lollipop. At times I shook and shuddered, so his cock would pop out of my mouth and then I'd cuddle it against my cheek, chin or lips. At that moment I was in love with his cock.





The Spanking Actor



As in love with that as I was, so he was with my bum. Whimpering and whispering how marvelous it was he'd stopped his regular slapping of that and my pussy. Instead he was stroking my bottom, caressing it, rubbing my juices over it, licking it and mixing his spittle with my cum. The stinging was still there but that had become something I just cannot describe. Something mystical almost, a combination of the marks, the redness, the hear and the sounds as he'd smacked me and the combination of him hurting and soothing me almost simultaneously. God if only my descriptive abilities were good enough to get across just what that felt like.

And then he just exploded. He did warn me that he was about to cum, but that was too late. Too late for me to get his cock in me, so he could fuck me, too late to get it out my mouth and too late for him to stop. But then I didn't want him to stop. 

I'm always a little charry of having any form of sex with a new partner when it's unprotected. I'm especially concerned when it's with a guy in the theatre for so many are bi, so even greater extra care is needed. But as is often the case we were both far too carried away to stop, far too aroused to do anything different and far too into each other and what we were doing to give a second thought to the safeness of it.

His cum was spurting into my mouth. I couldn't keep his cock in there, I felt as though I might gag or choke. So then he was shooting over my face and as I leaned back onto my tits. I couldn't believe how much he was producing for it just seemed to go on and on and on So much for older guys not being able to get it up.

*

"Let me do your hair," Jon said. 

It was a Sunday afternoon two weeks later. I was in his flat. He'd asked me to come round as he had a special treat for me. I had no idea what that could be. Our sex since that time he'd cum on my face had been fairly straightforward, although he clearly had an anal obsession for his focus was so much on my bum. He'd lightly smacked my bum a couple of times since that first amazing time when he'd lost his hard on, but nowhere near as strongly as he had then.

It had been the time, two days, after the spanking when he'd asked if I'd ever had anal intercourse. I'd told him no and I didn't feel ready for it just yet.

"I understand Sammi and I'll never push you to do anything you aren't comfortable with," he'd said in his polite and diplomatic, old fashioned manner.

"Are you ok with what I did to your bottom last time though?" He'd asked obviously referring to the spanking.

"Yes Jon, I suppose I am."

"Have you done that before?" He asked pulling me closer to him on the sofa.

"No, never," I replied wondering what was going to happen when he made me stand in front of him. He turned me round and with that enormous sexual self-confidence that so turned me on he said. 

"Take your jeans down for me Sammi please."

My hands were shaking as I eased the zip down. It hadn't entered my head for one second to refuse, so quickly I'd pushed my jeans down round my knees. I was of course acutely aware that his face would now be right in line with the cheeks of my bottom. The full rounded cheeks, the cheeks that ballooned out from the white thong, the cheeks that were still a bright, burning pink in colour, yes the cheeks that showed the marks of the strong spanking, the cheeks that were covered in his trophy markings.

"Oh baby," he'd breathed as he so gently ran the tips of his fingers over them. "My lovely baby," he'd whispered.

"What is it Jon?."

"Oh I so love your bum."

Looking over my shoulder at him I said with a smile. 

"Just my bum?"

He smiled back and said, slightly worryingly. 

"Oh OK all bums, well nice shaped ones." I didn't pursue whether that mean bums of the male as well as female versions!

"What do you want to do to my hair?"

"I want to wash and dry it, comb and brush it and then put it into two pigtails. Is that ok?"

Quite intrigued by the erotic possibilities of what Jon was suggesting I'd replied that it was. I vividly recalled the time at uni when Stephanie had washed my hair. Her fingers massaging my scalp and the back of my neck as I pushed myself backwards against her tummy and occasionally her breasts, really was one of the sexiest non sex, if you get my meaning, situations I'd encountered.

"Shall I undress?" I asked, "you wouldn't want to soak my clothes would you?"

"Yes please, but wrap this towel around you," he said handing me a large, fluffy beige coloured towel.

He walked out the room and I undressed completely and wrapped the towel round me.

Jon came back wearing a rather old fashioned, long, silk, blue and green, paisley patterned dressing gown; I was almost surprised that he wasn't wearing a cravat! He led me to his bathroom. He'd placed a chair with its back to the sink and indicated for me to sit there. He pulled the chair back so that the front feet came off the ground and the back rested against the sink.

"Lean back Sammi, put your head back," he whispered.

He took my long blonde hair in his hands and simply held it for a while just running his fingers through it, making low moans in his throat. My eyes were closed. He laid a small towel across my eyes cutting off my sight, that was weirdly exciting. I felt warm water being poured over my hair; water that was wonderfully the perfect temperature. Then he poured some shampoo onto my head and his fingers tenderly rubbed it into my scalp.

It was gorgeous and I felt in heaven

As Jon massaged my head and rubbed the shampoo into my hair so he moved from one side to the other of me and the chair. He'd press himself, mostly lightly, against my hip, knee or arm. Sometimes though, it was more overt and I'd feel his tummy or his, what seemed to be at least, semi-erect cock against me. And that was exciting.

I was laying back on the chair the back of my neck and head over the sink. My body was at an acute angle, my feet tucked onto the rail between the legs of the chair. The towel had, inevitably, ridden up a little bit, but as it was such a large one it was still only mid thigh. I'd wrapped the top edge around my body just above my boobs and one side was tucked into the other.

As I was coming to expect from John he was once again creating a wonderful scenario. To him, so he'd explained, making love was like the theatre, it needed to be staged, it should be dramatic, it might require roles to be played, but most of all it had to be memorable. And I have to say, throughout my short affair with him, he continually achieved those objectives, even when he lost his erection as he did several times.

This time, I had the continual sound of the running water merging with the lovely classical music that he was always playing; I think it was Bach violin concertos. I had the warm water on my head and the scented, creamy shampoo in my hair. His fingers were massaging my scalp, something I find highly erotic even when done by a stranger of a hairdresser, and his hands were running through my hair. I had the frequent unseen, as I had my eyes closed, touching of his body against mine, the silk of his robe on my skin and the vulnerability of my nearly supine, almost naked position.

I felt the edges of the towel on my thighs being opened and then nothing. He resumed washing my hair. They were opened more, but I couldn't tell just what was on show. They were replaced. He carried on washing my hair making sure my head was continually pushed back so I couldn't see; in any case with the water running over my forehead and at times across my forehead meant I had to keep my eyes closed. I felt him pulling on the tucked in edges of the towel across my chest. The pressure loosened and I felt the air on my body as he clearly opened the edges and looked at me. I could feel him pulling the two edges apart all the way down from the top to the bottom. It was a weirdly exciting sensation to know he was looking at my full nakedness, but I couldn't see him.

His fingers so softly touched my nipples; nowhere else, just the tips of each nipple, just the very end, gently and softly. There were a couple of immediate reactions. My nipples, of course, exploded into hardness like two pebbles and shudders of sexual pleasure and expectancy, probably in equal amounts, rushed through me.

I moaned, though I didn't say anything. The scene we were creating didn't call for words, simply deeds

Now he was holding each nipple, between his fingertips, his nails pressing into them, fairly hard. In effect he was pinching them, hard, he was squirming them around and he was pulling them. Pulling them to a length, or so it felt, they'd never been pulled before. Pulling and then letting go and then repeating that. 'A bit like milking a cow' I thought to myself almost smiling.

It was remarkable, it was unthinkable and so surprising, but I felt as if I was going to cum. Could that happen? Could a man make a woman cum just by arousing her nipples? But then I suppose lying back on a chair, having one's hair washed as your lover slowly reveals your nudity and presses his evident hardness against your arm or hip is a little more than just having your nipples played with, isn't it? Whatever, he was doing it again. Just as he had when he played with my bum that first time, he was close to making me cum without penetration, or this time even touching my bum or pussy.

"Please Jon, please?" I whimpered, as under the running mixer tap my head began to roll from side to side.

"What Sammi, what does Sammi want?"

"Oh you know Jon, you know," I groaned reaching out trying to touch him. In my highly aroused state I suddenly wanted a cock. I wanted to feel it, hold it, rub it, have it against me or have it in me. But he moved away, apparently that wasn't in the script.

"Tell me what you want."

"To cum, I need to cum. I want you to make me cum."

"You want me to make baby cum?"

"Yes, yes please I do."

He didn't say or do anything for a few moments other than to release my nipples and go back to washing my hair.

I felt so frustrated. He'd taken me this far and was now refusing me the needed outcome, the required result, the essential solution; yes, he not only refused me his cock, but also wasn't making me cum, or so it seemed, but thenI felt him grip the backs of my hands. He lid=fted them up and pressed my palms against my breasts as he whispered.

"Enjoy yourself Sammi."

Unseeingly due to the towel covering my eyes, my hands found my nipples and repeated what he'd been doing. They found my breasts and squeezed and kneaded them, pinched and pushed the two mounds together as they continued squeezing and pulling the nipples. It was happening, well starting to happen; yes I was beginning to cum.

Even had I wanted to I couldn't have stopped my right hand, my masturbating hand that is, slithering down my body. It slid easily across my flat smooth tummy, into the little thatch of tawny coloured pubes and right onto my clit. I opened my legs a little. All other considerations fled from my mind as the extreme sensations reverberated out from that delicious piece of sensitive gristle. I rubbed myself and gripped my left tit as I masturbated myself to a full and wonderful orgasm.

I'd almost forgotten where I was when Jon's voice brought me back to reality.

"Mmmm that's pretty naughty isn't it? Quite a dirty little girl aren't you?" he asked turning off the tap, removing the towel from my eyes and straightening the chair. I sat before him naked, my wet hair all straight hanging down around my face onto my shoulders, my upper thighs smeared with my own female excretions.

"Aren't you?" He repeated.

"Am I, why?" I asked, finding it quite easy and fairly natural to fall into the role-play.

"Wanking yourself like that in front of me," he said tweaking one of my now soft nipples. "That's very naughty and when you're naughty, what should happen?" he asked. 

"I don't know," I replied looking at him.

"Oh Sammi I think you do know, or I think you can guess can't you?"

I could guess now where this was going and my pulse started to race a bit.

"No Jon," I replied as coolly as I could muster, "I don't"

"Well when little girls are naughty they have to be punished don't they."

I was now sure where this was leading and my heart started to pound. Was that with fear or excitement, trepidation or anticipation I wondered?

"Yes," I heard myself saying in my confusion, "they do."

"And how should she be punished?" Jon asked his voice tight and a little croaky.

"I don't know," I said quietly, quite in dread of saying what I guess he wanted to hear and what I may well have deep down wanted to happen.

"Then shall I tell you?"

"Yes, yes please," I stammered.

"You have to be spanked don't you? I have to spank your bottom, as I did the other day. That's what you want isn't it?"

Having that question put to me seemed impossible. Hearing those words for the first time in my life when directed towards me was incredible. I'd never thought I'd hear a man say he was going to spank my bum. I'd equally never thought I'd hear a man asking if that's what I wanted.

"Isn't it?" He repeated slightly tersely.

And most of all I never thought I'd hear myself say.

"Yes Jon it is."

"Tell me, tell me what you want Sammi." He insisted turning the screw of extreme eroticism very tight.

"Oh Jon I want you to spank me. I want you to spank my bottom." I whimpered near to tears with want.



The Spanking Ad...



I read and reread His ad. For some reason, the thought of enduring a bare-assed, over-the-knee spanking turned me on like nothing else. I decided to respond to His ad, I wanted to begin a dialog and see where this would go. I wanted to know more, my pussy was so freaking hot and wet!

All I could envision was going to a random office somewhere in one of those little office parks. It was a rainy day or like today, cold, wet and snowing, there was little to no traffic around. I pull into the parking lot and park in front of His office door. I took a deep breath and another quick look in the mirror to make sure everything was as it should look.

I hurried to the door of the office and opened the door. He had no receptionist, He was a one-man operation. I could hear Him in the other room, His inner, main office.

"Is that you, Victoria?" He asked from a distance.

"Yes, yes, it is Victoria," I replied. I took off my coat and put it on the reception chair nearest his main office door. He came to the inner office door and stood there.

"Come on in, my dear. It's time for your session," He told me. I left the coat on the chair and entered the inner office. He went and locked the door to the outside, locking me in. I was so sexually charged, so turned on, ¦I could hardly stand there and wait on Him to return. I set my purse on one of the chairs in front of His massive oak desk. I stood there and waited for Him to join me. He came in and shut the inner office door behind Him. He touched my arm as He turned the other chair in front of His desk around to face me where I was standing.

"Stand right here, Victoria," He instructed me. I turned more to face Him. "I see you're wearing a nice dress as I requested. What about underneath the dress? Are you wearing the panties and thigh high hose I instructed you to wear?"

"Yes, Sir, I am," I replied. He reached out and touched my arm, pulling me to Him. His fingers lingered at the hem of my dress.

"You know I'm going to check to see if you're wearing specifically what I asked you to wear?" He half-asked, half told me.

"Yes, Sir, I know you will check to see if I did as I was told," I replied. The fingers on His left hand lifted the hem of my dress exposing what was underneath. He studied the panties I had on, ¦as well as the thigh highs. I could feel the wetness between my legs growing. I knew the crotch of my panties had to be soaked by now. ¦I ached to have Him touch me, touch my pussy.

"Well, you got the thigh highs right, but these aren't the panties I specifically instructed you to wear. What explanation do you have for me?" He insisted. I felt my face grow hot. I couldn't have put on the wrong panties. He specifically told me He wanted me to wear the black, lace, silk, French-cut pantie, that's what I had on.

"I don't understand, Sir. You told me to wear the Black, lace, French-cut..."

"No, I told you to wear the red ones. I gave you three pairs of panties exactly alike when we met for lunch and I told you that I would let you know what pair I wanted you to wear today. I specifically told you to wear the RED panties today," He said with a very stern, almost fierce tone to His voice.

"Yes, Sir," I said and started to tremble. What in the world? I wasn't scared of this Man, I knew He had told me to wear the black panties, but now He had changed His mind and I was supposed to be wearing the red panties. Good grief, was there no pleasing this Man?

"You must suffer the punishment, dear Victoria, for not following my instructions explicitly. You realize you must make good on your transgression?" He asked.

"Yes, Sir," I replied.

"Hold your dress up so I can take your panties off of you," He instructed me. I took the hem of my dress, holding it up so He had full access to pulling my panties down.

He took his time and placing His fingers in the elastic waist band of my black panties, He very slowly began to pull the panties down. I sucked in a breath; I was so fucking turned-on I was about to orgasm right there standing before Him, on Him. I could feel His warm breath on my bare abdomen, how could He not smell my sex? I was so wet, so hot! I wanted Him to run His fingers between my legs. I wanted Him to touch my womanly delights. I wanted Him to fuck me, fuck me anyway He wanted and could,

I felt myself trembling. I couldn't control my trembling. I was so turned on, I felt as though I was having an out-of-body experience.

He pulled my panties down to my knees and then down to my ankles.

"Step out of the panties, Victoria," He told me. I obeyed. There I was standing before Him in His office. I was holding my dress up to expose my now bare pussy and ass, ¦my thigh highs exposed, still wearing my high-heeled shoes...I don't know when I've felt so exposed and turned on.

"Come here, Victoria," He instructed. He placed the panties on His desk and was now sitting with his knees together. He pulled me to the side of His legs.

"Bend over, Victoria, bend over my lap," He said. I began to bend over his lap while his hands moved to place me right where He wanted me. "That's a girl, yes, lay with your full weight across My legs." I did as I was told. I could feel my womanly juices running down the insides of my thigh. I wanted Him to touch my pussy, touch me, make me cum.

He placed His left hand on my shoulder blades as though to hold me down and then I felt His right hand resting just on the middle of my ass cheeks. And then before I knew it what was happening, He spanked my bare ass cheeks with a firm hand, the sound was deafening but thoroughly electric. The pain was instant but it hurt so good...another smack of His hand, I couldn't help but flinch and jump...first one ass cheek then the other received one firm spank after another, I was wiggling and squirming as He administered each spank. I felt the tears fill my eyes. I felt my pussy throbbing with excitement, with the agony of needing a sexual release.

"Let it all out, Victoria, let go," He told me with a softer tone to His voice. I was so close to orgasm I could taste it. ¦I felt His hard cock pressing into my belly, surely He wanted me as much as I wanted Him right this very minute, right?

Another spank on first one ass cheek and then the other, my ass was on fire, my pussy was on fire!! I was in pure spanking heaven, or was it spanking hell?

"Do you understand why you're being spanked, Victoria?" He asked quietly as He continued to paddle my bare behind with His hand.

"Yes, Sir," I replied.

"Do you want a release, Victoria?" He asked.

"Yessss, yes, Sir," I managed to mumble.

"What my dear? I don't believe I heard you?" He asked a little more stern, another spank on my bare bottom.

"Yes, Sir, I want a release," I replied where He could hear me.

"Good, girl," He said and I felt His hand slip between my legs. I felt His fingers inserting into my hot, swollen, wet pussy. He began to finger fuck me, my ass cheeks on fire from my bare-assed spanking. I was in heaven, fuck my pussy, yes fuck my pussy!

"That's a girl, give it to Me, give me that orgasm," He said in a wicked voice. It didn't take me long to beg.

"Please, Sir, May I cum?" I asked as I tried to hold off cumming on His fingers.

"Yes, you may cum, Victoria," He told me as He fucked my pussy with His fingers, it felt like He had His whole hand in my pussy. He had more than one finger in me! I didn't care, I wanted His whole hand in my pussy, making me cum and cum and cum I did!!! He flicked a finger across my swollen clit while fucking me with three of His other fingers, I started cumming and the juices flowing all over His hand and onto the top of his pants on his thighs. 

I was moaning and groaning, wiggling and squirming on His lap, wave after wave of my orgasm washing over me as He held me firmly on His lap. My bare ass dancing around until I finally had given all I had to give.

I don't know how long I lay across His lap. ¦I finally gathered my wits enough to ask permission to get up.

"Permission granted, Victoria," He told me as He helped me up off of His lap. His hand was covered in my pussy juices. He sat there with a wicked smile on His face.

"Now, Victoria, lick my fingers clean," He instructed me. Get down on your knees before me and lick My hand and fingers." I did as I was told. I took His hand in my mine and began to lick my pussy juices from His fingers. He reached around with His other hand and pulled my dress up again to reveal my bare ass. I could feel the heat still lingering there from my spanking. I loved the taste of my juices on His fingers. I wanted to please Him as He had pleasured me.

He then pushed me back and pulled my chin up to look at Him.

"Now, Victoria, I want you to suck my cock. I want you to make love to My cock with your mouth. Can you do that?" He asked. 

I was ecstatic, I wanted to see His cock, I wanted to suck His cock, I wanted to take His load of cum in my mouth and swallow every drop! He had never bared Himself to me before, this was an ultimate treat. I sat back on my heels and waited for Him to stand up and unzip. I was so thirsty for His jism, I could feel my own excitement growing again.

He unzipped and then dropped His trousers and then ever so slowly lowered His boxers to reveal a raging hard-on. He let His trousers and boxers fall to the floor and then He sat back down in his chair. He positioned himself where His ass cheeks were on the edge of the chair allowing His hard cock an optimal angle.

"Now, suck me, Victoria. Suck my cock," He instructed. I took to my task immediately I took His hard shaft in my hand and began to lick up and down his rigid pole, licking around the rim, taking the whole head of His cock into my mouth. He had a nice sized cock, which seemed to be swelling with each flick of my tongue. I wanted to please Him; I wanted to show Him I was good cock-sucker.

I could feel my pussy growing hot again, I sucked the best I could, I made love to His cock. I wanted to taste Him, I wanted His load of cum in my mouth, I wanted to taste Him.

His hips started moving ever so slightly and then His hips started thrusting forward into my hot, little mouth.

"You have a wicked mouth, Victoria. Suck My cock, bring My boiling load of cum up from My balls," He hissed at me as I continued my efforts of sucking.

I held His cock with one hand while I dipped my fingers into my hot, wet pussy, covering my fingers with my juices, having lubed up my fingers, I then found His ass crack just over the edge of the chair, while holding onto His cock with my hungry mouth, I began to feel into His crack to find His ass hole. It didn't take me long to work first one finger and then the other into His ass crack and then into His ass hole. I then began to suck even harder on His cock while I inserted my finger into His ass hole moving my finger to massage His prostate. I had no sooner found the magic spot when He grabbed my head and held me down on His hardness. I felt His legs tense and then the hot splash of His jism against the back of my throat, filling my mouth.

I sucked Him every drop out of Him. I removed my fingers and sat back as He sat back in the chair trying to regain some composure. I stood up and went over to the sink at the far end of the office and washed my hands. Then I picked up my purse and headed to the door. I never said a word. I unlocked the door and let myself out. I left Him there, completely spent in the chair.



The Spanking Club



My name is Matt, I'm an expatriate Australian who has been living in NY for about five years. What I do for a living doesn't really matter as far as this story is concerned because it is about one of my social interests – spanking.

I have been going to the specialist spanking clubs in NY just about all the time I've been here and I have to admit I'm bored. The same old faces keep turning up night after night, I've spanked and been spanked by just about all the women who turn up to these clubs and I almost stayed home tonight – as it turned out I'm very glad that I came out. (no double meaning intended!)

I was sitting at the bar my eyes roaming the room, all the usual extroverts were there, showing off in their usual manner but not attracting my interest in the slightest.

I had just about admitted to myself that it was going to be a dud evening when the door opened and my hopes for the night were immediately raised.

She stood in the doorway, obviously unsure of herself, it was almost as if she was debating whether to enter or leave. Spying a vacant barstool next to me she decided to enter and crossed the room heading towards me. She was a vision to behold. A brunette with a great figure and a lovely face she gave out an air of confidence which I soon found out was just bravado.

She sat on the stool next to me and ordered a glass of wine. I was drinking my favourite beer, a Victoria Bitter imported all the way from my home town – Melbourne, Australia.

She glanced at the bottle and remarked, "Victoria Bitter? I haven't heard of that before, where is it from?"

In my best Aussie accent I answered, "Actually it's from Australia, I prefer it to our best known export beer which is Fosters Lager, by the way my name's Matt."

"I'm Vicky," she replied, "What a great accent you have, I haven't spoken to an Australian before."

"I guess not many of us work in NY, work permits are pretty hard to obtain," I said, "I must admit I've had to work hard on retaining my accent as the NY way of speaking is so different, and easy to pick up. I haven't seen you here before have I?"

"No, it's my first time, I must admit that I have a few butterflies in my stomach, there are quite a few strange people here aren't there?"

"Oh most of them are pretty harmless," I said trying to put this lovely lady at ease, "There are a few weirdoes to watch out for who are into the real hard S & M but once you learn the ropes you can soon sort out the wheat from the chaff. What's your interest Vicky? What brings you here tonight?"

Vicky seemed to relax a bit, "Well Matt, I have had a lifelong interest in spanking, my husband spanks me but he's not really into it and I finally talked him into letting me come to this club to see what it's all about. Actually I nearly chickened out and didn't come in but since I've been talking to you I'm glad I did."

"Thank you Vicky, I must admit that I was about to go home until I saw you standing in the doorway, I'm so glad that this stool was free, perhaps that is an omen for the night?"

"Personally I don't believe in accidents," Vicky stated, "So you're probably right Matt, what is your interest in spanking?"

"Well my main interest is to give spankings, I'm basically dominant but not in a cruel way at all, I also like to occasionally receive a spanking when the mood is right so I do have a submissive side. But with all my spankings whether giving or receiving I like to make them sensuous and fun, I'm not into this master/slave stuff. I've no argument with those who are, I believe that whatever turns you on is OK, as long as it is understood that all limits will be respected. As far as I'm concerned all play must be safe, sane and consensual."

Vicky smiled for the first time, I was entranced. "I like your outlook on this spanking stuff Matt. You know I have never spanked anyone, never even considered it, it may be fun."

I ordered Vicky another drink and we chatted on, enjoying each others company. She asked me how long had I had an interest in spanking? I told her of being in high school aged about.13 and a lady teacher wrongly humiliated me in front of the whole class. Later that day she found out she was completely wrong and to my surprise apologized privately to me. That night in bed I was so angry, all I wanted to do was punish her for making a fool of me. Then later when I looked at Playboy and Penthouse magazines I was more interested in the girl's arses than elsewhere. Later still I found special books and magazines devoted to spanking and then the internet which opened a whole new world.

After a while I decided to test the waters and asked, "Vicky, when you came here tonight was your intention just to look or were you actually hoping to be spanked?"

"Look I really don't know Matt," Vicky replied, "My original intention was just to look and IF I found the right person maybe get a spanking, as you know I've never been spanked by a real enthusiast."

"This place has some small private rooms out the back that can be hired for spankings Vicky, but they are not very clean and the walls are thin. My place is not far from here, if you would like to come there I would love to give you a spanking and if you want to, you can spank me! There does not have to be any sexual contact at all, we just swap a good spanking and then I'll take you home to you husband." I could see that Vicky was interested so I went on, "Look I have to go to the men's room, have a think while I'm there, OK?"

Vicky nodded and smiled at me as I left her sitting on the stool, I was relieved to see her still there on my return.

Before I could say anything Vicky spoke, "Well Matt, I've come this far and I really like you so the answer to your question is yes, I have been thinking about this for many years and I want you to make my fantasy come true."

"Fantastic Vicky, you won't be sorry I can assure you, although you may not be able to sit comfortably for a while!"

Vicky went to the Ladies room to 'tidy up' and we left the club and walked hand in hand the couple of blocks to my apartment in the cool Spring night. As we walked we spoke of a code word and I assured her that she was free to leave at any time. I wanted Vicky to be as confident as possible that this would be an enjoyable, safe and uplifting experience. Finally we arrived at my address and rode in silence in the lift up to my apartment on the fourth floor.

As I opened the door Vicky gave me a smile and said, "You know Matt, I feel as if I have known you for some time. I feel good about coming here tonight and I'm looking forward to going over your knees."

"That's great Vicky, I'm looking forward to giving and receiving a spanking, would you like a drink or anything?" I inquired as I showed her into my lounge.

"No nothing thanks Matt, just let's get on with it, who's going to get spanked first?" Vicky replied with a slight tremor to her voice.

"Let's toss for it!" I said, pulling a coin from my pocket, " Heads I spank you, tails you spank me!"

I handed the coin to Vicky who gave me another nervous grin then spun the coin into the air catching it deftly in her right hand. She slapped the coin down on the back of her left hand and covered it with her right. Again a nervous grin then Vicky displayed the coin.

"Oh God it's heads, I guess I get spanked first. Two out of three? Please Matt? I suddenly feel really nervous." she said with a tremor in her voice.

"No, heads it is Vicky, you get spanked first." I replied gently, sitting myself on the sofa. "Look if you want to pull out it's OK, you can go if you really want to, but I'd really like you to stay, I think you'll regret it if you go home without being spanked. You've come this far, face your fears Vicky, come on over my knees."

Vicky nodded, she knew that this was decision time. She took a deep breath and took the few necessary steps to stand beside me, I patted my legs and she laid herself over my knees. The time for conversation had come to an end, now it was time for action! 

I moved Vicky so that her legs were being supported by the sofa and she could rest her head on her arms. My left hand rested in the centre of her back while my right hand gently stroked circles on her bottom.

"Ready Vicky?" I asked and she nodded her acceptance.

My hand reached down and grasped the hem of her loose fitting skirt which I slowly raised uncovering a vision of loveliness which took my breath away. Slim, perfectly shaped calves and thighs covered in stockings, no pantyhose thank God, this lady had come prepared for a spanking. Her lovely bum was partially covered by lace panties. I placed the skirt over her back and my hand settled on her right buttock. A low moan came from Vicky as I slid my hand under the edge of her panties and then pulled them up into the crack between her legs. Another moan as I repeated the uncovering of her left buttock. I now had plenty of skin to smack while Vicky retained her modesty. My hand roamed in circles over her perfectly smooth skin, Vicky was a spanker's delight.

As usual my first spanks were quite light and covered all the bared skin as well as Vicky's upper thighs. I like to warm up my spankees gradually and the longer the spanking takes the more I enjoy it, and hopefully, so does the lady lying across my lap. There was no sound from Vicky as the quiet smacks continues to land. 

Slowly but surely the spanks fell harder. A few "ohs" and "ahs" came from Vicky, they were sounds of pleasure, not sounds of pain. Her lovely skin started to change from it's luminescent white to a pale shade of pink. One of the things I love about spanking is the change of color of the buttocks as the spanking proceeds.

I paused and asked Vicky if she was OK before I made the spanks started to hurt. She turned her head back to me just nodded and grinned, she was enjoying the experience!

The next spank was firmer and brought an "Ouch" from Vicky, I smiled to myself and began to cover the pink skin with firm whacks. Vicky started to wriggle a bit on my lap which was having the usual effect on my cock, there was no doubt I would need some relief in that area later tonight.

I continued to spank harder, "Yikes, Ouch, Owww," came from Vicky as her skin continued to change to a deeper pink. I loved watching the ripple effect as her skin bowed under my hand and then bounced back to its natural shape. 

"Shit, this is so fucking good Matt, Ahhhh, this is a real turn on for me, this is the best, Ouch, spanking I've ever had," Vicky cried.

I paused for a minute to survey my work, all of Vicky's bum and her upper thighs were now a lovely shade of bright pink. Vicky voiced no objection as I placed my hand under the elastic of her panties, eased them out of her crack and pulled them down over her thighs and knees which she bent so I could easily take the panties off over her feet. Again no objection as I parted her thighs bringing her pussy into view.

"Whack" – "Yeeeeow!" The spanking continued, the pink skin slowly turned red. Every spank was bringing a verbal reaction now and Vicky's wriggling was quite strong. I held my left hand firmly to keep her in position as my right hand continued to rise and fall, with a slight pause between each spank. Her lovely arse was now bright red and my spanks were almost as hard as I could give. I cursed myself for not having my hairbrush handy as my hand was now stinging.

I heard a few sobs coming from Vicky but kept on spanking – hard. Some of her language was very unladylike but nothing I hadn't heard before.

Finally, "Mercy, please Matt, mercy," Vicky cried out.

I immediately ceased spanking that lovely, bright red skin and gently circled her hot arse with my right hand as my left stroked up and down her back. Vicky was giving little sniffles but had taken her first real spanking very well. 

I let her calm down and finally she spoke, "Wow Matt, that was just fantastic, I didn't think a spanking could be soooo good. Pain and pleasure really go together don't they?"

"Not for everyone Vicky, but definitely for you," I replied, "When you feel up to it you can stand up, but you may not be able to sit down for a while!"

Vicky remained across my legs for a few more minutes, I continued to stroke her arse while she regained her composure.

Then she stood and her skirt fell back down into position. Vicky then amazed me by lifting the front of her skirt up displaying her pussy. Her fingers brushed over her pubic hair and she exclaimed, "Shit I'm so wet Matt, what a turn on, would you………..?" her voice quavered as the question was left unfinished.

I shook my head. "No Vicky I won't. Your husband very kindly let you out tonight for a spanking and that's all you'll get from me. I have a private rule that I never have sex with married women. I know that's old fashioned in this day and age but that's the way it is. Don't think for one second that I'm not attracted to you because the bulge in my trousers shows that I am, but any fuck you get tonight will have to be from your husband. Now are you going to spank me?"

"Gee that's really nice Matt," Vicky said as she dropped her skirt. "Yes, you're right, I have to do the right thing by my husband, I'll have to phone him before I leave so he's up and ready for me! Ha ha. I'd love to spank you but I don't think I can sit down for a while, how can we do it?"

"See that chair over there," I said pointing to a low, old, leather covered chair, "How about I stand behind it and bend over the back? Then you can stand behind me and spank me. If that's OK with you I'm now taking your orders, my Lady," 

I bowed to Vicky from the waist and then walked over and stood behind the chair.

Vicky followed and barked orders at me, this lady was getting into the swing of things!

"Slip of your shoes Matt, take your trousers off and then bend over the chair!"

I did as I was bid and my hands grasped the arms of the chair. It was a position not unfamiliar to me and my arse was now pointing up towards the ceiling. I felt Vicky's hands grasp the elastic of my briefs and then they were lowered to the floor. M'Lady was now in complete charge and obviously enjoying her unfamiliar feelings of being in charge. One of her hands wacked me between my thighs and I obediently spread my legs.

Vicky's hand slipped between my legs and grasped my half hard cock. She slid her hand up and down, wanking gently until I was again rock hard. I bit my lip and stayed silent. What I couldn't see was with her free hand Vicky was bringing herself to orgasm, a low moan came from behind me as she exclaimed, "Oh I just had to do that, now I feel ready to give you a good spanking. What a waste of a good hard on." She exclaimed as she gave my cock a final hard squeeze, released me and then placed her hand on my arse, 

Gently she started to spank me, softly at first but then, as she gained confidence the whacks grew stronger. Compared to other spankings I've had by experienced spankers it was easy to take but this was to change.

"Your arse is starting to change color now Matt," Vicky said with a little awe in her voice, "Am I going OK? Am I spanking you properly?"

"You're going fine Vicky, but you can go a bit harder if you want to," I replied.

Her answer was delivered physically as a much harder "whack" landed, followed by more of the same. My arse was now starting to sting and a genuine "Ouch" escaped from my lips.

"Good, that's what I want to hear, some reaction from you Matt," Vicky exclaimed with more than a hint of pride in her voice. M'Lady was enjoying herself!

Whack, smack, pow! The hits continued to fall and my cock continued to give away how much effect the spanking was having on me.

I was forced to verbalize my feelings. "Oww, Ouch, Ahhh, you're spanking really well Vicky, but not so hard please!"

"Don't be a wimp, Matt, I bet you've had worse thrashings than this haven't you? Or are you just trying to stir me on? Shit my hands are getting a bit sore' I'm not used to this, what else can I use that will realllllllly sting you?" Vicky laughed as she spoke.

"I'm sure you won't have to look too far Vicky."

"Ah-hah!" burst from a triumphant sounding Vicky behind me, "This belt in your trousers will do just fine." Her hand rubbed over my warm cheeks, "I'm really going to make your arse hot now Matt, keep your head down and your bottom up!"

"Yes M'Lady" I said, smiling to myself, Vicky's voice was now sounding very confident, such a change to how it was earlier that night. I heard her change position and then felt the leather belt touch me as she got the range just right. I knew that this would sting and braced myself.

Whoosh – pow, the belt exploded on my bum.

"Yeow! Bloody hell, that hurts!' I exclaimed, automatically dropping into the Aussie vernacular.

"And there's more where that came from too!" cried Vicky as once again the belt lit up my bum.

'Whack, whack , whack' there was no let up as Vicky let fly, really enjoying her new found dominant side. I was now twisting around over the back of the chair and the belt was really stinging. 

"I can't take much more of this Vicky," I cried, "And I'm not joking. I'll have to use the code word soon if you don't stop"

"OK, just six more swipes Matt and then I'll stop. Can you take six more?" I nodded my acceptance and she went on. "I want you to count them out loud Matt and I'll reward you if you take them well." Again I nodded, my mind wondering what she had planned.

Whack – "Ow, one."

Thwack – Ohhhhhh, two.

Fwump - "Jesus Christ! three"

Slap – "Yahhhhh, four."

Hwosh - "Ahhhoooo, Five."

Fwap - "Aieeeeee, six."

"God Matt, you should see the marks across your arse!" Vicky cried as she moved behind me once again and gently touched me with her hands. "I couldn't see them so well from the side but they are bright red, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hit you so hard, I got a bit carried away. Oh your bum is so hot, how did you stand it?"

"It's OK Vicky," I said as I struggled to my feet, turning to face her with a few tears in my eyes. My cock was still standing straight out. "I've had a couple of worse thrashings but yours was pretty good, congratulations, for a first timer you did very well."

Vicky wrapped her arms around me and gave me a giant hug. She gave me a kiss on the lips and then stood on tip toe and licked the salty tears from under my eyes. I kissed her back and we held each other tight as we both calmed down. 

Vicky bent down to my trousers on the floor and took a handkerchief from a pocket. "This is your reward my sweet man," she said as she hugged me again. One of her hands went to my still hard cock and once again she started to wank me, her hand moved up and down, slowly at first and then quicker and quicker. It wasn't long before the cum spurted from my cock, Vicky caught it in the handkerchief and continued to wank me until I had finished.

I kissed her deeply and we hugged each other tight again.

I then held Vicky at arms length and said in a firm voice, "Vicky I appreciate you wanking me off but I did say no sex. You disobeyed and you therefore have to suffer the consequences. Now it's your turn to bend over the chair!"

"But Matt I,"

"NO BUTS VICKY, BEND OVER THE CHAIR."

Vicky could see I meant business and reluctantly took her place behind the chair. I placed a hand on her shoulders and as I gently but firmly pushed her down to the correct position I whispered, "Remember the code word Vicky."

Vicky nodded and grasped the arms of the chair. She knew she didn't have to go through with this but was willing to go along with my instructions.

Once again I raised her skirt baring her lovely arse and spreading her legs wide apart. I bent at the knees to gaze at her beckoning cunt and arse hole. A low moan escaped her lips as I said, "God you are such a temptation Vicky, how I would love to fuck you right here and now, but rules are rules even if they are self imposed. Six of the best coming up."




The Spanking Club



He sat on the bed, waiting for the door to open. He knew there were three other rooms, each with a man waiting, one on a bed, one in the loungeroom, and one in the study. He knew them by name, and they knew him. This was the third meeting.

In the kitchen there were four women, standing next to the stove. They watched as the timer moved through its final seconds. Most of their clothing rested on chairs around the dining table.

Sitting on the bed, he heard the loud buzz of the timer. And almost simultaneously he heard four doors open. He knew one of the women had reset the timer for another ten minutes. He looked to the door....

Carol walked in, climbed onto the bed, stretched over his lap face down, her bottom glistening from the anticipation. Not a word was spoken. Her head was to his left, and her feet to his right. He remembered that Joe in the next room was left-handed, and he visualised the woman in that room facing the opposite direction. And then Carol became the centre of his attention. He placed his left hand under her throat and gently massaged it, determining the weight of her head, the rhythm of her breath, the quickening of her pulse.

His right hand rested on her buttocks, slowly moving in a clockwise motion, pressing more and more into her flesh, gradually speeding up as he massaged her skin to make the sub-surface blood flow briskly. Then his right hand moved up and back onto her skin with a resounding thwak, his hand cupped to create a louder sound, his left hand squeezing just a little. Then a constant attack on both cheeks. He could hear other bottoms in other rooms, and sometimes a muffled cry, and from his own toy he could hear a slight but sharp intake of breath as she tried to stifle her own screams.

The pounding grew louder from each room, and he found himself joining a rhythmic orchestra, each beating in tune with the other. They had all found their down beat, as it were. He could see the red marks as they came to life on her cheeks. He could feel the heat of her hot blood as it took the shock and spread it to other places in her body. And he could feel her neck as it pressed harder into his palm. His right hand was getting sore far too early for the night, and he was just about to take his paddle from the nearby chair, when the buzzer sounded. The bottom spank had ended.

Carol stood and walked to the door. Putting her hand on the doorknob she turned to smile at him. And he was there, in her face, his right hand at her throat pushing her backwards into the wall, and maliciously, and brutally, his mouth pushed against her teeth. Satisfied, he opened the door and forced her out. Returning to the bed, he sat on the edge and placed a chair between his legs, facing away. And he looked to the door.

Fiona entered, and walked to the bed. He grabbed her waist and brought her down to him, her thighs straddling his lap, her weight taken by her knees on either side of him as they faced each other. He took a pillow from the bed, placed it on the back of the chair, and pushed her head back, leaving her breasts exposed for his convenience. Had she had hair, Tasmania would have also been his to own. But his hands went to her breasts.

His left hand slapped a breast from outside to the centre, His right hand slapped the other, a similar motion from outside to the centre. Then both slapped at once. Then a metronome of malfeasance. Slapping so that both breasts moved as one. He could see her eyes, the lust for pain outweighing the simple pleasure of boob beating. It was not enough. She needed more pain. He put his fingers on one nipple, clamping them and squeezing. With his other hand he slapped his wrist, ripping the tight fingers away. He saw minor surprise in her eyes. It was still not enough.

And his ten minutes were running out. He put both his hands behind her back, and pulled her torso toward him. Nipples were centimetres from his mouth. He pulled a breast to his mouth, and bit her nipple, rolling it between the two rows of teeth, increasing the pressure until he saw the first tear in her eye. It was time for the other nipple, but as he reached for it the buzzer sounded. She was rising from his lap, but his two hands went to her buttocks and lifted Tasmania to his mouth. He tongue-fucked her, just enough insertion to mark his territory, just enough to shock, just enough to dominate.

She stood, backed towards the door, her eyes not leaving his, her expression one of bewildered excitement. And she left. He moved the chair away, and went back to the bed. Phase one, bottom spanking, completed. Phase two, boob beating, completed. Next phase, freestyle fisting. Spanking had ended, and the spanking club would now go into overdrive.

Cynthia entered, and he was a little dismayed. She looked thin, and so far had not given birth. He knew there might be problems here. He knew the size of his own fist, had known since his first masturbation, and he knew the pain it could cause if he was not careful. And he knew ten minutes was not enough.

She moved to the bed and lay over his lap, face up, legs apart. He picked up the KY from the dressing table, lubricated his right hand, and her entrance. She was already starting to move, her eyes were giving subspace signals, the whites getting wider, the pupils ascending some inner staircase to hide behind the lids. And he hadn't even started! It was as though he wasn't even there. But he tried anyway.

He looked at his right hand, moving the two outer fingers to rest on the mound under his thumb. The two longer fingers stuck forward, arching away from his palm. His thumb rested on the line between those fingers. The jelly was all over his hand, like some bear caught stealing honey. Normally he would arouse the woman first to help her open the vault, but this one was past arousal. And still he hadn't DONE anything yet. He could not insert anything, her writhing body just not keeping still. He put his left hand over her lower stomach to keep her firmly in place, and it seemed to work, just.

Twisting left and right, two fingers entered. He massaged the closer walls, looking for the spot still just out of reach. The thumb entered and he moved his fingers to guide the thumb. Enough was inserted to cause his hand to put pressure on bone and sinew and, and, what was that? The tip of his fingers had reached the other side? No, she was moving again and he had lost position. Nothing could stop her from arching her body, from perspiring and dropping water from her face. And he felt himself responding to the movement, impaling her bottom if he had been naked. He hoped his zipper would not break and rip the flesh from his penis. What the hell was going on?

He pulled back on his hand to mount a fresh assault, and the buzzer rang. As she sat up preparing to leave, he put his left hand behind her neck, pulled her head toward him, held an earlobe with his teeth, and whispered the only words he had spoken so far that night, "Next time, you are mine."

He sat back on the bed and watched her leave. Then he dropped his trousers to his ankles, and waited. Sally, the final woman, entered.

She went to the bed, dropped on her knees between his legs, reached for his manhood and stopped as her hand encountered a wet sticky substance. What the fuck? Was he a fifteen year old, unable to wait for better things? He recalled this only happening once, before he learned how to please someone who deserves respect, and a full load. The only thing worse than premature ejaculation is no ejaculation at all. Still, she used her tongue and brought him back to a proper level of construction, an erection to be proud of, but he was emotionally spent. His last ten minute session and he had disappointed her. He went through the motions, and she was inventive, using the butterfly, the whirlpool, and the dustbuster. And he responded, only just. Still thinking of Cynthia. The buzzer buzzed, and Sally left. He did not even bother doing any surprises as she left.

All four done, a final buzzer and he could sleep, comparing notes with the others at breakfast.

In the kitchen, four women put four names of men into a saucepan, and then drew them out in turn. They put out every light in the house, and went to their assigned rooms. When Cynthia hopped under the sheet, he was already asleep.



The Spanking Club



I picked up the belt that Vicky had dropped on the floor and took up the correct position. I gave a light flick and Vicky tensed, readying herself for her first strapping. I raised my arm and brought the belt down firmly, leaving a light red stripe across the still pink buttocks. To my surprise Vicky remained silent.

With a bit more force the second stroke landed, another red stripe and again no reaction! This was one brave lady! Strokes three and four landed with more force again, the stripes on her arse now made crosses and as each one landed Vicky's legs kicked back, but still no sound!

The fifth one landed across Vicky's thighs. "Yeeeowwwww, oh shit that hurts, hurry up with the last one Matt, pleeeaaase!"

I paused and the sixth and last stroke whistled through the air and whipped across her arse. "Aaaaaaiiiiiieeeeee!' Vicky cried, standing up and turning around with tears flowing down her cheeks. She wrapped her arms around me and sobbed into my shoulder.

"Oh God, why didn't I use the code word, I wanted to but I also wanted to accept the six strokes, oooohhhhhh my arse is on fire!"

I grabbed a jar of cold cream from a shelf, led Vicky across to the couch and laid her face down. Once again I bared her bum and proceeded to gently rub cold cream onto the hot skin. It soon had the desired cooling effect and Vicky calmed down, once again I was sorely tempted but managed to keep my fingers to the punished area.

It wasn't long until Vicky raised her head and smiled that lovely smile at me, "Wow Matt, what a night I've had, I've had a really great spanking, I've actually given you a spanking and enjoyed it, and I got punished for doing something I knew I shouldn't have done. And I'm still so horny! I'll have to go soon so I can fuck my husband stupid!"

"Hang on Vicky, don't rush off quite yet, at least not until you put your panties back on!" I laughed. "I'm really glad you enjoyed yourself, you know I could have stopped you masturbating me but I didn't want to, I hope we'll see each other again."

Vicky grinned at me as she picked up her panties and stuffed them into her handbag. "I won't be needing these back on again tonight!"

I put the rest of my clothes back on as Vicky used my phone to make sure her husband would be up and ready for her return home. I wrote my phone number on a piece of paper for her, praying to myself that she would soon be in contact .

We hugged and kissed each other like old friends and then I took her downstairs where I hailed a taxi.

One more kiss and then Vicky got into the taxi. As the taxi moved away from the kerb Vicky leant out of the window and called out as the taxi sped away, "Thanks again Matt, soon you real soon!"

We waved our final good-byes and I returned to my apartment, what a great night it had turned out to be!

After I returned from work the next day there was a message on my answering machine from Vicky. "Hi Matt, my husband says I go out for a spanking again because we had our best ever sex when I got home – what a turn on! See you soon, Vicky."



The Spanking Contest, Redux



This is a rewrite of an earlier version. Some comments suggested that part of the story sounded "rapish" because one of the characters was asleep, and I believe they were correct. It's never ok to have sex with someone who is asleep, my apologies. I think this version is better!

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For as long as he could remember, Mike's twin sister Ava had been an intense competitor. From ping pong to rock-paper-scissors, she never met a challenge she wouldn't bet on and go 110% to win it. Usually, she won. But that was before she decided to bet her brother on a friendly spanking contest.

The twins had spent a long day at the beach, hanging out with friends on one of their last days before heading off to college. An afternoon thunderstorm had rolled in and ended the day prematurely, and Mike and Ava had scrambled up to their family beach cottage to wait out the storm. Their parents were gone for the next several days, leaving the two of them to fend for themselves. After an hour of watching the storm, they gave up on the idea of more beach time, took showers and settled in for a battle over the backgammon table. As they played, they talked about their plans for the upcoming school year, and Mike surprised Ava by saying he might pledge a fraternity.

"A frat boy?" she laughed. "I sure didn't see that coming. I hope you have a tough ass."

"A tough ass, what are you talking about?" he replied.

"You know, for when they hit the pledges with paddles as part of the time-honored tradition of idiocy," she said.

Mike rolled his eyes. "They don't do that shit anymore, that's history."

"Oh yes they do," Ava replied. "I heard about a guy who couldn't sit for a week after pledging, he didn't take the time to toughen up his ass."

Mike looked at his sister carefully. Sometimes it was hard to tell when she was lying. "Well, my ass is already pretty tough," he said.

"Ha, that's a joke," she laughed. "I'll bet MY ass is tougher than yours," she said.

Without thinking, Mike jumped at the remark. "Care to make that an official bet?" he asked.

Ava blushed at the prospect. Over the years, the two siblings had developed an unwritten rule about any kind of challenge. When a challenge of any kind—from frisbee throwing to trivial pursuit—was accepted by the challenged party, it became an "official bet." The loser of any official bet had to pay the winner the lump sum of $1, though the real winnings were about bragging rights. Ava was always so competitive she never turned down a bet, and she wasn't going to start now.

"You're on," she said. Then she caught herself. "How are we going to determine who has the toughest ass?" she giggled.

Mike stroked his chin and thought about it for a moment. "We'll have a spanking contest, one slap per round, first to say 'uncle' loses," he said.

"Bring it on, little brother, your ass is going down in flames!" she yelled. She liked to refer to him as her "little brother," even though he was really only minutes younger.

"Just because your ass is older doesn't make it tougher," Mike countered. "Prepare to be ass-assinated."

"Okay then," she replied.

"Okay..." he said back.

There was an awkward pause as the idea of a spanking contest went from an idea to a reality.

"Ladies first," said Mike.

Ava briefly thought about laughing the whole thing off as a joke, but the challenge had been laid and she had accepted. "By ladies first, does that mean ladies spank first or get spanked first?"

Mike pondered the question and then grinned. "Ladies choice," he said.

"In that case, I choose to be the hitter in the first round, you'll probably quit after one hit anyway," she grinned.

Mike wasn't about to back down either. "Okay, where do you want me?" he asked.

Ava didn't waste any time. "Bend over and grab your ankles, bitch," she snarled.

Mike's eyebrows raised in a mixture of shock and horror.

"I'm getting you ready for pledge week," she explained.

Looking at her cautiously, Mike did as he was told, bending over to grab his ankles in the middle of the den. Ava walked over beside him, nervous at first but then deciding to go all in. "Prepare for the pain," she said.

She wound up and smacked him on the ass, but in her rush she neglected to notice that he had a wallet in his jeans pocket and her hand hit wallet instead of ass, which hurt her hand more than his ass. "Hey wait, that doesn't count," she hollered, ringing her hand.

"The hell it doesn't, the bet was one hit per round, if you're too dumb to hit ass that's your fault!" Mike was laughing so hard he nearly fell over. "Now its your turn to assume the position."

Ava knew she was about to lose the first round. She looked at her brother and suddenly realized that his muscular 6'2 build was likely to pack a significantly stiffer punch. Her eyes had a glimmer of fear in them as she leaned over and grabbed her ankles. 

Mike strode up beside her, rubbing his hands together gleefully. When she bent over like this it really showed off her long, toned, athletic body, but all he was looking at was her ass, as he planned his assault. Just before he wound up for the hit, he saw the fear in his sister's eyes looking back up at him, and he backed off some, but it was still a solid full-on whack on the ass.

As Ava stood up, she quickly made an assessment that she hadn't made before. She was wearing a pair of cotton shorts, he had on jeans. She was going to have significantly less protection.

"This is totally unfair, we need to put on similar pants," she whined. "My shorts are way thinner than your jeans."

"Already begging for mercy," Mike smirked. "I didn't even hit you that hard. Okay, what do you propose that we put on—and by the way, I'm NOT going to wear a thong."

"We can definitely agree on that," she laughed. "How 'bout running shorts."

"Deal," he said, and the two of them went off to change clothes. Mike was back in a jiffy with a pair of loose fitting black shorts and a gray t-shirt. Ava took longer, and her outfit took Mike by surprise. She was wearing a pair of short pink shorts, form-fitting but still loose, and a sleeveless t shirt that was cut high so that it showed a good bit of her fit abdomen. It didn't take him long to see through the plan.

"I see what you're doing, you're trying to look all cute and sexy so I won't hit you so hard," he grinned. "It won't work."

She pouted and struck a sexy pose toward him. "Can't blame a girl for trying," she said. "Now bend over that couch, I want another piece of ass," she snarled.

Mike grinned and moved into place. He couldn't believe his sister was going a second round.

She moved into place beside him and rubbed her hands together. "I call this the fastball," she said, winding up her arm in a softball pitch motion. As her hand moved forward toward him, Mike remembered that as a softball pitcher, Ava had once thrown a no-hitter. She hit him so hard that he heard it before he felt it.

"Yowza," he yelled. "Damn girl, that hurt," he said.

She hooted and laughed. "I guess you give up then," she smiled.

Mike grinned and shook his head no. "I'm just getting started," he said.

Ava went from sassy to fearful in a heartbeat. "Oh shit," she said. "I need to get some courage."

She disappeared into the kitchen and came back out with a bottle of tequila and a shot glass. She downed a shot and found her defiant face again. "Where do you want me?" she asked.

"Hands on your knees," Mike said. "I call this the thunder."

Mike had noticed that the storm outside had picked back up, and the lightning and thunder was picking back up. Ava got into position and he stood beside her, standing where he could look at her but also see the lightning outside. He was waiting for a bolt of lightning to time his next hit.

As he waited for the lightning, he couldn't help but admire the shapely body in front of him. With her hands on her knees, her back arched, and her firm and shapely ass sticking out, he had to admit that his sister was looking quite sexy. He also realized that she was doing that on purpose, to get an edge.

Just then, a flash of lightning lit the sky, and he counted off a few seconds before slapping her ass just as the thunder boomed. At the same time his hand hit her ass, the electricity went out, and they were suddenly in the dark.

"Holy shit," she giggled. "Am I dead?"

"Not yet," he laughed. "That happens in round four."

They scrounged around and found some candles and soon had enough dim light to move around. Mike was thinking that the contest might be over, but he was wrong.

"Hands on the table, stud," Ava said. "I call this next shot my two handed backhand."

Mike, recalling that Ava was a two time county tennis champion, opted to have a shot of tequila himself before bending over the table. He watched Ava put her hands together and sway back and forth a few times, before deciding it might be best to close his eyes. Ava caught him strong and solid with the back of her left hand, pushed into place with her stronger right hand. Mike's eyes watered from the hit, he had to admit she could hit hard..for a girl. Funny thing was, almost the whole time his eyes were closed, he was visualizing his sister bending over and letting him slap her ass. Suddenly, he didn't want to stop playing this game.

"Okay, you're turn, hands on the table," he said.

Ava took the time to take another shot before moving into position. Mike walked around the table, taking his time, building the tension...and enjoying the view. He came up directly behind her, admiring her long, tan legs, and smiled demonically at her as she looked at him in the wall mirror.

"I call this the little drummer boy," he said. Before she could protest, he gave her a quick three slaps with each hand, three on the right cheek and three on the left. The slaps weren't very hard, so Ava was so relieved she didn't protest the fact that he had hit her more than once.

"Very nice," she smiled. "I always knew you had musical talent."

Mike took another shot of tequila and bent over the arm of the couch. "Okay sister, what do you have for me this time," he said.

"I call this cat scratch fever," she grinned. Mike was trying to imagine what that might end up being when he felt Ava's hand pop down firmly on his ass. Her hand stayed on his ass for a split second, and then he felt her hand lift up and her fingernails dig lightly in and then briefly give a playful scratch on his ass. It was not, in any way, painful, and Mike realized that Ava was returning the favor he had given her by not hitting her that hard.

"Whoohoo, we should make some kinda rule about drawing blood," Mike said.

"Aaah, did the kitty hurt ya?" Ava said. "Maybe you've had enough?"

"No way, I'm ready for another special delivery," he smiled. "Now take a shot and bend over."

Ava did as she was told knocking back yet another shot and laying down over the arm of the couch. Her head was below her ass now, and it was sticking up in the air begging to be...dealt with.

"I call this the broken egg," Mike said. He gave her a medium size pop on the ass cheek, and then, using his fingertips, he lightly tickled from her ass all the way down to her knees, evoking a squeal of giddy glee from Ava.

They both giggled and quickly switched places. It had suddenly become more about finding creative ass slaps than delivering pain.

"Okay, this is called two over easy," she laughed. She lined up behind him, popped him with both hands, leaving them on his ass for a few seconds, and then she flipped her hands over and lightly dragged the backs of her fingers down over his ass and thighs. He couldn't help but notice how close her fingers came to tickling his balls. He attributed it more to the booze than anything sexual.

The booze was definitely having an impact. By now they were both laughing hysterically after every round. They both took a tequila shot.

"Okay, okay, I gotta another one," Mike said. He threw some pillows off the couch onto the floor. "Assume the position."

Ava giggled and snuggled down onto the pillows, sticking her ass up into the air.

"I call this one the Genie," he said, getting on his knees behind her. He put both hands on her ass and rubbed both ass cheeks in long circles for a few times, then gave both ass cheeks a firm slap.

She squealed and giggled. "What did you wish for?" she asked.

"I forgot," he said.

"You forgot what the wish was?" she asked.

"No, I forgot to make a wish," he said, bursting out laughing. "I just wanted to rub that ass!"

She knew she should take offense, but Ava fell over laughing instead. "I am kicking your ass in an ass kicking contest," she giggled.

"There is no way you're going to top this ass," Mike countered.

"How bout we raise the stakes then," Ava slurred out. "The loser has to take a slap on the bare ass."

"Count me in, and prepare to feel my hand on your bare ass," he said.

They took another shot.

"Okay, get down on all fours," she ordered. "It's time for the cowgirl rodeo slap."

Mike got down on all fours on the floor and Ava threw her leg over him and sat down on his back. She grabbed the collar of his shirt with one hand, and she used the other hand to reach behind her and pop his ass like he was a bunking bronco. He was only too happy to oblige her, lifting her up and down, letting her get the full bull riding effect. She wrapped her legs around him, whooped and hooted, before losing her balance and tumbling off. They both collapsed together on the floor, a giggly heap of intertwined limbs. They laid there on the floor for a while, catching their breath.

"Okay, I've got one for you, get on all fours," Mike said.

Ava had gotten too tipsy to move quickly, but she got into position. Her half shirt had ridden up so high that he could see most of her back and the lacy pink of her bra underneath. "Okay, slap that ass little brother," she said almost dreamily. "You aren't going to ride me are you?"

"No, I call this one the stealth slap," he said, getting on his knees beside her. He put his hand on her left ass cheek, the one nearest to him, feigning like he was lining up for a slap. He took a few practice lineups, each time bringing his hand down onto the targeted left cheek. He was taking his time, really enjoying the opportunity to feel her ass and checking out her beautiful body. He was glad she was drunk, or she might have noticed that he had a huge erection tenting the front of his shorts. "Okay, here it comes," he said, and he could feel her tense up.

But instead of hitting the left cheek, he reached over and popped the right cheek. She had braced herself so hard for the opposite side contact that when he hit hurt she immediately tumbled over towards him, her ass falling into his lap and his hands around her waist. As she wriggled around on top of him he knew there was no way he could hide his arousal. Eventually she worked her way onto her knees beside him. "Well that one, was...uh...interesting," she giggled. "But this next one is going to put your white ass away."

"Where do you want me, my ass-slappin' sister?" he asked.

"Standing up," she said. "I call this one the Fulsom County Prison."

"Uh-oh, this will require another shot," he said, knocking another one back. He struggled to his feet, realizing that at this point there was no way to hide his erection.

She stood up and walked around him, looking him up and down like a prison guard. "Bend over and pick up that soap," she said.

He looked down on the floor. "What soap?"

"You gotta pretend, ya moron," she hissed.

"Oh," he laughed. He bent over and pretended to pick up some invisible soap, and right when his hand hit the floor, he felt her hand hit his ass, not on the left cheek, or on the right cheek, but right smack dab in the middle, and to make matters worse, her middle finger was crooked halfway so it goosed him solidly right in the asshole.

"Yeow," he yelled. "Girl, you are going to pay dearly for that. I think they have women prisoners at the Fulsom County Prison too."

Ava suddenly sobered up at the notion of getting a finger up her ass. "I tell you what," she said dreamily. "I surrender, you win, my ass can't take a prison slap, I'm not even sure I can stand up" she said. She reached into her shorts and pulled out a dollar bill and handed it to him.

"Okay," Mike smiled, "but you're forgetting something."

Ava looked mystified for a moment, then remembered. "Oh. Uh-oh. I've got a bare ass slap coming don't I?" she said.

"Yes, yes you do," Mike said. He was really looking forward to seeing her bare ass, even if she was his sister.

"Where do you want it?" she asked cautiously.

"Right here," he said, patting the pillows. "Show me some ass."

Ava crawled into position on the pillows, her ass sticking up in the air. She reached back and pulled her shorts down to the bottom of her ass as Mike rose up on his knees beside her. Her ass was the perfect shape, though it did have red hand prints all over it.

"This is going to hurt isn't it," she winced.

"This is going to hurt bad," he said with a sinister grin. He ran into the bathroom and came back out with a gel all over his hand. "I call this one the splash down. Have you ever had Ben Gay rubbed on your ass?"

"What, are you crazy?" she said.

"Quiet sister, you lost, now you have to pay the price," he said.

She closed her eyes and prepared herself for the pain. He was kind enough to give her a countdown.

"Three...Two...One."

Ava prepared for a hard hot one, but what she got was something completely different. Mike didn't have hot rub on his hand, he had a cooling aloe gel, and he didn't slap down hard, his hand came down like a feather and he rubbed the gel softly over the reddened parts of her ass. She was so relieved to not feel pain that she overlooked the fact that her brother was rubbing her naked ass.

"MMMM, thanks little brother, I appreciate you not whacking my ass," she cooed.

"I didn't realize how hard I had hit you until I saw the red welts," he said. "It's the least I could do."

He continued to rub the gel over her ass and lower back, he had brought a whole tube of it out. He knew that the cooling gel was probably heaven for Ava's ass, but he was enjoying it at least as much. She had such a soft, but firm body, with just the right curves. Just when he had decided he could easily do this all night, she stopped him.

"That gel is awesome, but I'm the one who lost, so I think I should be returning the favor," she said, rising up to her knees while pulling her shorts up. "Time for you to assume the position."

Mike had not thought about that, but he quickly warmed to the idea. He got down on the pillows and pulled his shorts down, first just to expose his ass, but then he decided to be bold and pushed them all the way down to his knees.

Ava got a hand full of cooling salve and began to rub it in, making long looping circles over his reddened ass cheeks.

"That's a mighty fine looking ass there, my brother," she said teasingly.

"Runs in the family," he replied.

Following his lead, she massaged it all over his ass, lower back, and even down the backs of his thighs, which brought back his erection in hurry.

"Say, whatever ever happened with Kris?" Ava asked suddenly.

"What...oh, ah, I guess she wasn't having enough fun or something," Mike answered. Kris was his most recent ex-girlfriend, they had broke up a few weeks ago.

"Oh, I don't think that was it," she smiled.

"What do you mean, how would you know?" he asked.

"Girlfriends and sisters talk," she laughed.

"Really, what did she say?"

Ava hesitated and blushed a little. "Well, she said you were a great kisser. And, ah, she said you were really good in bed... and, ah..." her voice trailed off.

"What else did she say?" he asked.




The Spanking Contest, Redux



"She said that you, ah.. she said you were the biggest, you had the biggest...she said you had the biggest cock she had ever seen," she gushed out.

Mike let that one hang in the air for a moment, he wasn't really sure what to say.

"Wow," he said finally. "You girls really do talk."

"Yeah, that's what she said," Ava replied, still idly rubbing the gel in.

Another few awkward moments passed before she spoke again.

"So what about it?" she said suddenly.

"What about what?" he said.

"Is it really that big?" she asked.

"I really don't know, I haven't seen too many other guys, and the ones I have seen I didn't measure," he said.

"Right, right, of course," she blushed.

More awkward silence.

"So can I see it?" she asked.

In Mike's tequila addled state, with his sister's hands rubbing all over his ass, he couldn't think of a single reason why not. He rolled over and his hard cock popped straight up into the air. Ava's hand immediately came up to her mouth, hiding both a blush and a smile. For the next several minutes, Ava just sat there and looked at her brother's cock, which was steadily growing stiffer from all the attention from his hot, half naked sister.

Finally she spoke. "That's quite impressive, little brother," she said softly. Her eyelids were drooping, she was clearly wasted. "You know what though?"

"What?" Mike asked, almost dreading what she would say.

"My ass still hurts," she said giggling.

"Get back down here," Mike said. "Let's get some more cooling gel on you."

Mike got up on his knees as Ava moved back onto the pillows. She sat up suddenly on her knees and pulled her shorts all the way off. "It's only fair I guess," she said as she looked again at Mike's cock.

She laid back down on the pillows, her beautiful naked ass pointing high in the air. She looked back at Mike almost dreamily. "Go ahead little brother," she smiled. "Tap that ass."

Mike grinned and gave her ass a thump with his finger, then he went back to rubbing the gel on his sister's still-red ass. It was a different feeling now though, in the warm candlelight with both of them naked from the waist down. His semi-erect cock was bobbing just inches from her thigh as he rubbed his hands all over her back, ass and legs, and he was finding it difficult to keep it from becoming fully erect. He got the sense that she was enjoying it too — her eyes were closed and she was sighing and cooing and wriggling under his hands. Mike could tell she was drunk, and he was drunk too, and he was thinking that he'd better stop while he still could.

And that's what he kept telling himself. One more minute. One more time around. His hands caressed gently over her ass, coming so close to her pussy that he could feel the heat coming off. She didn't seem to mind at all how close he was coming, and she didn't even protest when he got a little too close and brushed the outer lips of her pussy. In fact, he thought he heard her moan just a bit.

"Say bro, would you mind if I looked at that big cock while you are doing that," she whispered.

Mike gasped out loud at how forward his sister was. Must be the Tequila, he thought. "Uh, yeah, I think that would be ok," he said. He stayed on his knees but moved further up on her torso, where she could see his cock, and he continued massaging her back, ass and legs. He looked down at her and saw that her eyes were locked on his cock, and watching her watch him made him harder than ever. She lay there on her stomach, totally mesmerized, and he was enjoying being the subject of her attention.

He continued his long looping circles, with his hands moving down her back and ass. His hands were oily with the gel and slid effortlessly across her body, the only problem was his arms weren't long enough. In his current position, his fingers could only reach down to the bottom of her ass. He took a deep breath and moved from his knees to laying on his side facing her. Now his cock was right at eye level to Ava, less than a foot from her face, and his left arm could reach all the way down to her thighs. His hand moved over her ass and along her thighs, coming ever closer to the increasingly warm, wet place between her legs. His mouth was watering and his mind was reeling, he was so hot he had lost all train of thought, including that this was his sister. He could tell by her moans that she had forgotten that fact as well.

Unable to contain himself, he slid his fingers down over her ass and into the soft, warm wetness of her pussy. She let out a long, low string of MMMMMMs that were so pronounced Mike could feel the vibration on his cock. Or maybe she had just moved closer. He moved his oily finger around inside her and quickly located her swollen clit, and he felt her tremble at the contact. As he gently caressed her with his finger, he could feel her warm breath against his cock.

"Hey Mike," she whispered hoarsely. "How 'bout passing me that gel."

Mike didn't have to wonder what she had planned, and he wasted no time. Ava rolled on her side, rubbed a load of the gel into her hands, and ever so slowly, she reached out and touched her brother's hard cock, first with one finger, then another, and finally, with an urgency that made his heart flutter, she slipped her oily hand all the way around his cock. She stroked him softly but firmly, first with one hand and then with two, caressing him from the tip of his cock to his balls. Mike was so overwhelmed he had to roll onto his back, but Ava never let go, so that she ended up partially on top of him, both hands still wrapped around his cock. Ava pushed his cock up to the full 90 degrees and she realized that his ex-girlfriend wasn't kidding. Her brother had one impressive cock. 

Meanwhile, Mike had collected his wits enough to realize that he now had two hands free and just inches in front of his face, his sister's glistening pussy was begging for attention. He slipped a finger in from the front side this time, while his other hand moved around and gently caressed her ass. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was justifying all this with the idea that it was just a playful pain-relieving massage. The front of his mind was watching his sister wriggling around on his finger uncontrollably, while her hands gave him the best hand job he had ever imagined.

Ava watched her own hands stroking her brother's cock with amazement and fascination, and her mouth began to water with the thought of taking him into her mouth. Mike was facing the same battle, he was aching to bury his tongue between her legs. He shifted slightly to move his face closer, and he felt Ava do the same. As his mouth moved down close enough to feel the wispy hairs of her pussy, he felt her lips come down and softly kiss the tip of his cock.

And then, his head exploded into stars. The very thought of getting into the 69 position with his hot sister had pushed him over the edge, and he completely lost control in a mind blowing orgasm. He buried his face into her crotch and held on as he bucked and jerked like a man in the electric chair. It felt like he came for five minutes and didn't breath for even longer, and by the time he finally gathered some sense of reality he realized he had crammed his entire face into her pussy. He may have screamed at some point, he wasn't sure.

He eased his face off of her and looked down at Ava, who was still facing away from him. She slowly turned her heads towards him, and when they caught sight of each other, both of their eyes got big. She had caught the lion's share of his load on her face, and his face was glistening wet from her as well. They looked at each other in shock for a few moments, and then, almost at exactly the same time, they started to giggle, and then began to laugh hysterically.

After five minutes of rolling on the floor laughing, broken up by futile efforts to wipe their faces off, the two lay on their backs looking at the ceiling and waiting for the other to speak. Finally Ava broke the silence.

"Damn bro," she said.

"Damn sis," he answered.

"That was really...uh...crazy," she said.

"Really, really crazy," he answered. "Beyond crazy."

"We should probably never, ever do that again," she said.

"I would think that would be advisable," he said.

"I guess the important thing is, that I clearly won the ass slapping contest," she grinned. She pulled her shorts up and walked toward her bedroom.

"Wait, how do you figure that?" Mike asked.

She looked over her shoulder as she walked away. "Because, my ass never felt better."



The Spanking Couples



Chapter 1, The First Meeting

We were both nervous.  Two middle-aged, married lovers who finally had decided to try something new.  He always had a fetish side.  She was always a pure vanilla. His name was Bill, hers Debbie. Both were in their mid 50s, and had been happily married for over 30 years. 

One day about six months ago, after a long argument about Bill spending too much time on internet porn sites, Bill acquiesced. In a fit of passion, he finally yelled, "Well, OK, then.  If you hate it so much, 'Spank me!' If it will make you feel better, then spank me!" Also in a fit of passion, Marion immediately marched into the kitchen, grabbed a spatula, and returned.  She immediately sat down and said "OK, big boy. Drop your pants and get over my lap!"  This was the last thing that he expected, but the die was cast. And, thus began their experiment in the world of sensual spanking.  By the time she was done, they were both naked and horny as hell.  By the end of the evening he had a sore butt and she had a sore pussy.  

That began their trip into the world of fetish lovemaking. Together they began reading the various sites dealing with spanking and other fetish lovemaking lifestyles. And, they even included Domestic Discipline into their lifestyle, with her in control and him on the receiving end. He got spanked every time he broke a household rule. And, now all discipline sessions began with both of them naked.  And, Bill was also required to thank her afterwards – with his tongue. After each session, he was required to service Debbie orally as a thank you.  Sex usually followed, but that decision was always hers. She was always in control.

Then, one day when they were browsing the internet, they came across a Spanking Yahoo! Group. They had always talked about possibly adding a third or forth person to their playtime activities, but never had the nerve to follow through on those thoughts. The more they read about the spanking group, the more they realized that there were many others in their fair city who had the same desires--Spanking as foreplay. Suddenly they both began to wonder if talking to others would give them some ideas. Finally, they saw it: An open invitation to the monthly meeting of the local Spanking group.  It was always held in a hotel on a three day weekend.  And, the next meeting was next weekend.  They both decided to give it a try.

Debbie was always the top, Bill was always the bottom.  Never reversed.  But, they also agreed that Debbie might want to try the bottom if they met the right person. With that in mind, they walked into the room. There were tables everywhere. Actually, the room was set up like a restaurant – with a bar along one wall. But, there were a few extras, too. In the front of the room there was a spanking bench in one corner, and a St. Andrews Cross in another.  In the middle was a large, straight-backed chair. Most of the tables were filled with people – some young, some older, some male, some female, some couples, and some singles. All talking and having a good time.  

Suddenly, Debbie spotted the registration desk. They explained that they were new to the club, and would like to give it a try. The couple manning the desk both had red name tags.  They explained that the name tags also identified your spanking preference. Blue signified a top, red a bottom, and green for a switch. They also explained that there were some unwritten rules that said anyone alone is considered available.  But, if two people were together, then they should be treated likewise.  So, anyone wanting to experiment with a new partner really needs to roam around the room alone.  And, the Number One Rule is "No Means No!" No exceptions. Once you are told no, you must move on. 

With that in mind, Debbie placed her blue nametag over her left breast while Bill placed a red one on his chest.  They spotted a vacant table, and decided to set and observe. They went and got a couple of drinks from the bar, then sat down at the vacant table to watch. Suddenly, a couple of people walked up on stage and walked over to the spanking bench. He was carrying a paddle.  She was only wearing a sexy, black string bikini style bra and tong panty set.  And, the sting in the back of the tong was buried between her cheeks, leaving her ass totally naked. 

A second look revealed that she was one of the ladies working at the registration desk. He introduced himself as the club president, and she was his girlfriend. Suddenly he yelled "How Many?"  The crowd yelled back "20!"  She immediately laid face down on the spanking bench and positioned her naked ass towards the crowd. The spanking bench had handcuffs attached to the legs, and he attached them to her ankles and wrists.  

"Count Off!" He yelled.

Suddenly Debbie and Bill heard WHACK! as the paddle struck her white butt.

"One!" she exclaimed.

WHACK!

"Two" she shouted.

Her ass was getting a rosy red color now.

WHACK!

"Three!" she shouted. 

Suddenly, another couple appeared at their table, and introduced themselves as Ron and Marion. Both appeared to be in their 50s, and Marion was sporting a blue nametag while Ron wore a red one.

As the paddling continued near in the front of the room, Marion asked if they were new to the club. Bill explained that this indeed was their first visit to the club. Marion explained that they have been coming for about a year, but she found very few couples where the lady was the top. Debbie began to blush. She was delighted to find another couple who might possibly tell them about their relationship, but she also was shy in front of strangers.  The thought of baring her sole to another suddenly scared her.

Marion explained that they were a true Female dominant couple.  She explained that they do use Domestic Disciple as part of their lifestyle, and that she never bottoms to anyone. Ron, on the other hand is a pure bottom.  He has never spanked her or any other woman. He has, however, spanked and been spanked by other men – always upon her orders. Then, Marion shocked both Bill and Debbie by telling them that Ron also has been forced to perform orally on other men. 

That admission shocked Debbie.  Here face was not redder than the lady's butt up on stage.  But, she looked at her husband and got shocked again.  She looked at his face and his eyes were as big as saucers.  He had a grin on his face.  Then she looked as his lap and saw a tent in his pants.  He was definitely turned on by this talk. She suddenly got afraid of where this discussion was heading.

Then, Marion realized that she had gone too far and apologized to Debbie.  She admitted that sometimes she forgets that some couples are not as kinky as them.  She explained that she had not meant to embarrass anyone, but just sometimes tells others more than they want to know.  Again, she apologized. 

Debbie suddenly felt the need to change the subject, and commented that they could never perform a spanking in public.  She could never spank or be spanked with others watching. Surprisingly, Marion agreed.  Marion also noted that Debbie said "...spank or be spanked...." She said that they have played with others, but never in the center of this room.  She said that she has spanked her husband in front of others, but always in a privacy setting. In fact, she refuses to bring her spanking implements down to the Spanking Club common area for that reason. 

Marion then switched the subject and began asking about where they lived, kids, family, jobs, etc. All the boring stuff that new friends exchange.  Surprisingly, they learned that they now only are almost the same ages, but that the two couples live about 10 miles from each other. The more they talked, but more they began to like each other. The guys made several trips to the bar together, and by midnight all four were acting like long lost friends.  And, all four were feeling no pain.

All evening the conversation was periodically interrupted by the activities in the front of the room. As the evening wore on, and the alcohol began to take its toll, both couples were curious where this evening would end.  Then at midnight, the club president got up front and announced "It's time for the spanking contest!"  As the announcer explained the contest rules, Marion noted that the contest was a club tradition. And, the winning couple received a free club membership for the next month. The rules were simple. Couples volunteered to perform a spanking. When all the competing couples finished their spanking, the club members then would vote on who was the most entertaining. No sex or blood was permitted. If a spanker drew blood or demanded sex, the couple was immediately disqualified.  

Then, Marion commented that they have never competed, and that the room usually gets quite noisy during the contest.  She then invited Bill and Debbie to join them in their room for another cocktail and more conversation. She then leaned over to Debbie and whispered into her ear "Ron is not allowed to wear clothes in our room, so don't be surprised when he strips in front of us". By now Debbie was feeling no pain and replied "I can't wait". Marion then asked Debbie to give them 5 minutes before joining them so that they could clean the room and Ron and Marion got up and left.

While they were alone, Debbie and Bill began discussing their new friends. Both agreed that they had a lot in common, and that Ron and Marion probably could teach them a few spanking tricks. With that in mind, Debbie then told Bill that Ron would be naked when they got to their room.  Then, in a move that surprised them both, she added "And, since Ron will be naked, I think that you should join him!" Bill stepped back and starred at his sexy wife, then smiled. This was going to be an interesting evening.

When the door opened, Bill and Debbie got another surprise.  They expected to find Ron greeting them in his birthday suit.  But, instead they saw Marion greeting them wearing only a sexy string bikini style tong panty. The only other thing she wore was six inch stiletto heels. (aka Fuck Me Pumps).  Her large naked boobs were still jiggling from her walk to the door. When she turned to lead them into her room, Bill and Debbie saw that the string from the tong bikini disappeared in her ass crack. From the back she appeared totally naked. Then as they entered the room they saw Ron standing naked in a corner with a very red, freshly paddled ass. 

"Ron, why don't you get our guests something to drink" Marion said to Ron.  Then, he turned and walked over to the mini bar. Marion then turned to Debbie and said "That's just a warm up. In a few minutes I will give him his real spanking."

Then, with a grin on her face, Marion said the Debbie "We have no rules here. So, feel free to get 'comfortable'." Debbie knew that Marion was asking her to remove her clothes, too. 

All the booze had taken its toll, so Debbie turned to her husband and said "Bill, 'Strip'! I want you naked now!" Bill immediately stripped to his birthday suit. "Now, go help Ron get us some drinks!" she ordered her husband.

While they were waiting, Marion walked over to Debbie and whispered into her ear "Why don't you join me.  I want to see your tits, baby!" That request scared Debbie.  But, it turned her on at the same time. She then felt Marion reach behind her and unzip her dress, and then pushed it to the floor. Next, Marion reached up and unbuttoned her bra and pulled it from her shoulders.  Debbie now stood in the center of the room wearing only a tong panty and heels – just like her hostess. 

Marion then turned to the two naked guys, took their freshly mixed drinks, and said, "OK, you two naughty boys.  It's time for your spanking. Lie down on the bed together."

Once the guys were lying side by side on the bed together, Marion then turned to Debbie and asked if Ron had ever been spanked with a belt.  When Debbie replied that he had not, Marion pulled a belt out of her suitcase and handed it to Debbie. "Go on.  Try it. There's nothing more exciting than listening to a grown man cry after a good belt whipping." 

Debbie was once again nervous.  Where was this going? When Marion saw the hesitation, she told Debbie "Do It! Or I will Do It to you!" That comment scared Debbie. But, she also was getting excited.  She could even feel wetness between her legs. Debbie then reached out and took the belt from Marion and stepped over to the side of the bed.  She swung the belt and cracked her husband on the ass with the belt.  He let out the loudest cry that she ever heard from him. She swung it again, this time hitting Ron. Ditto. She was now getting turned on. She kept hitting them and hitting them until both guys were crying like babies. 





Chapter 2, The Bet

Suddenly, Marion stepped forward and took the belt. She had a devilish grin on her face and announced "That's OK for a start, but let me show you how it's really done." She then stepped over to her husband's side of the bed, swung the belt, and landed a vicious crack on his ass.  He screamed at the top of his lungs. Then it was Bill's turn. Within five minutes both guys were lying on the bed begging her to stop. 

Marion then leaned into Debbie and whispered "OK. Now let's have a contest of our own. I bet that I can make my husband use his "Safe" word before you can make yours."

Debbie was now in the spirit of things.  She thought a bit, and then said "Well, what's the stakes?"

"Well, for starters, the first guy to use his Safe word must suck the cock of the other guy, and swallow his load. I love to watch guys giving blowjobs, and I think your husband is a natural." Marion answered.

Debbie was now getting a little POed at Marion's overconfidence. And, she needed to support her husband. "Never happen!" she exclaimed.

"OK, how about a side bet?" Marion replied.  "How about the wife of the losing guy eating the pussy of the wife of the winner? If your husband is as good as you think, then he'll get a blowjob and I'll eat your pussy.  But, if he uses his 'Safe' word first, he gives Ron a blowjob and you eat my pussy."

Debbie felt that she was backed into a corner now, and immediately agreed. Marion knew that her plan was right on schedule, for she knew that Ron had never used his Safe word. She also knew that once Debbie was forced to perform, her submissive side would come out.  What she really wanted was three, not one, bottoms to enjoy all day tomorrow.

Both of the guys overheard the conversation, and Ron began to grin ear to ear.  Although Bill wanted to see his wife eat her first pussy, the thought of giving Ron a blowjob to completion – including swallowing his cum – was not something he wanted to do. But, if he objects now they would both be embarrassed, and his wife probably would disown him. After all, she was participating in his fetish, not the other way around. 

"Ok boys, let's get to it. Ron, turn around and face the bottom of the bed." While Ron was turning, Marion reached into her suitcase and pulled out four sets of handcuffs. She also had two pieces of rope.  She then told the boys to place their hand on the middle of their backs, and attached handcuffs to each. She then tied one end of a rope to the handcuffs, and pulled their arms forward towards their neck.  She then wrapped the rope around their right shoulder down their chest, and back out from under the left shoulder.  She pulled the rope tight, pulling their arms higher on their backs, and then tied it off on the handcuffs again.

"That will keep them from covering their asses when the whipping gets serious. She also handcuffs their ankles together, keeping their lets closed.  She explained that this is to protect their balls from the belt. 

She then pulled a fifth set of handcuffs out of the suitcase, and dangled them on one finger in front of Debbie's face. "These are for you after your wimpy husband submits." She had another evil grin on her face while staring at Debbie's tits.

"OK, boys," announced Marion. She turned to Debbie and said, you stand on that side of the bed, and I will be over here. As you can see, their asses are aligned, so that each swing of the belt will strike them both at the same time. We will alternate strokes until one of them uses their Safe word. Ignore everything else. The belt whipping will only stop after one of the uses their 'Safe word.

Marion then asked Debbie for Bill's safe word, and learned that is was "creampie". Marion told Debbie that Ron's is 'cocksucker'. 

"Interesting," Debbie replied. Maybe you can eat Bill's creampie from my pussy while Ron sucks his cock."

"Be careful what you ask for," Marion said. 

"OK boys, let's see which of you is the biggest pussy and wants to suck cock the most!" Marion yelled, then swung her belt forward and cracked both boys on the ass. Ron yelled, but Bill yelled louder. Debbie knew then that she would be eating pussy before the night was over. 











Whack!  Whack!  Whack!

Debbie was amaze.  Both guys were crying like babies, but neither wanted to give in.  The belt whipping was turning their asses purple.  Neither would be able to sit down tomorrow, but neither was giving in. She was almost on the verge of submitting herself, when Marion delivered her hardest blow of the night. Suddenly, she heard Ron scream "Cocksucker!"

"What did you say", Marion replied.

"I said 'Cocksucker'!" He replied. "I'm nothing but a pussy boy who loves to suck cock!" he screamed at the top of his lungs. 

Marion was shaken. She had never lost this bet. She also had never eaten another woman's pussy.  She did not know what to say.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Debbie asked. "It looks like Ron is the loser, so get prepared to eat pussy.  But, first, drop those panties and put your hands behind your back."

Marion, now staring at the floor in disbelief that she had lost, reached down and started to pull her panties down.

"Stop!" Debbie shouted.  "I have a better idea." She then walked over to Marion, pulled her hand behind her back, and then attached the handcuffs. "Marion, crawl over to your husband and have him remove your panties with his teeth!"

Now, Marion began to smile. She was beginning to like Debbie more each second. She walked over to her husband, whose head was now hanging over the end of the bed, and placed her twat directly in front of his face. 

Debbie now walked across the room, and picked up the paddle Marion had used on Ron earlier in the evening. She walked back to Marion and announced "OK, bitch. I'm going to give you one whack every five seconds that those panties are on your body. So, you had better help your husband now!" And with that, she smacked Marion on the ass with the paddle hard. 

The smack on Marion's ass caused her to lurch forward, pulling the panties out of her husband's mouth and causing them to spring back into place over her wet pussy. She leaned forward again so her husband could get another grip on her panties with his teeth, then suddenly WHACK! Another blow to her ass. Again, the panties pulled out of his mouth and snapped back over her pussy. This time, the panties landed directly on her clit, causing her to scream.  

"Pull the damn things off!" Marion screamed. "I don't care if you have to rip them, just get them off!"

WHACK!  Another hard blow to her lily white ass. This time, when she lurched, Ron kept the panties in his teeth and one of the straps on the side broke.  She still had the strap stuck between her cheeks, though, and the panties were still officially attached. When her husband pulled, the string only went deeper into her ass crack. 

WHACK!  Again Marion lurched with the assult on her butt.  But, this time she got wise and guided here forward lurch to the other direction, causing the second of the two side straps to break. Her thong panties now hung from between her ass cracks, between her legs, between her pussy lips, and over to her husband's mouth.  She wanted to reach between her ass cheeks and allow the panties to drop to the floor, but the handcuffs kept her hands too high. Finally, she spread her legs as wide as possible so that the tong string would come loose from her ass crack.




The Spanking Couples CFNM Party



Chapter One:

Two days after one of the monthly Spanking Parties, Debbie and Marion were sitting in Marion's home office discussing their sexual appetites. Both were dressed as normal when relaxing in one of their respective houses. Both had casual clothes – for them, at least. Both sported normal, everyday bras and tops, but were butt naked below the waist (unless you count their stiletto heels as below the waist clothing). And both were enjoying the ministrations of their respective subby hubbys, who were naked and on their knees lapping away at their respective spouses' cunts. Both ladies were nearing climax as the two male slaves continued to pleasure their Femdom mistresses.

"Look at this!" Marion exclaimed as she was reviewing one of her many emails. :"I don't know where this came from, but someone sent me an 'anonymous' announcement about a special party this weekend.  The party is described as an 'OWK-CFNM' party, and is limited to couples only."

"What's an 'OWK-CFNM'?" Debbie asked as she was about to cum from her subby hubby's cunt lapping.  "Oooh! Ooooh! Ooooh! Yes! Yes! Yesssssssss!" Marion cried as her climax took her to that special pleasure place. Suddenly Debbie was feeling it, too. Neither lady was interested in the email invitation on Marion's computer any more, but only in their spasmodic delights. Both guys continued lapping away, and soon each was sporting a face covered with female cum.  "WOW! That was great!" Marion exclaimed as she came back down to earth from her heavenly delight. Debbie shortly nodded her head in agreement. Both were just starting to breath normally again and slowly focused on the images on the computer screen. Debbie was the first to notice that the screen depicted a bunch of totally naked men serving an equal number of fully clothed ladies. The ladies were sitting around a parlor, chatting away like normal female friends at a social gathering. The unusual thing in the photo is that each lady was accepting refreshments from a totally naked male servant.

"You do know what 'CFNM' stands for?" Marion teased.

"Fuck you, bitch?" Debbie replied. "Yes, I do! It stands for Clothed Female, Naked Male," she added. Debbie just hated it when Marion developed that condescending tone.

"Have you ever heard of the OWK?" Marion asked. Debbie had to admit that is one term she had not learned yet.

"Well, OWK stands for Old World Kingdom," Marion explained. "The Old World Kingdom is a femdom sex resort somewhere in the Czech Republic. I think it's in a refurbished medieval castle. It's primarily for femdom couples. One of the rules is that all men must strip when entering the castle and remain totally naked during his stay. And he is nothing more than a naked slave – sexual or otherwise – to any and all women staying at the castle. Its life the way it should be, with women in total control of everything. And, if the guy does not do as he is told, he gets punished. There are even jail cells in the castle dungeon and misbehaving slave may end up spending nights alone in one of these cells while awaiting punishment."

"Sounds cool," Debbie replied. "But isn't that almost how we live here? Haven't we trained Bill and Rob to be our bitches whenever we're together?"

"Yea," Marion answered. "But in the OWK, you can order a perfect stranger to kiss your ass or lick your pussy. And according to this email, at this party all the women must be clothed – well, partially clothed, at least. At this party we could enjoy ourselves and not worry about if anyone saw us making these two eat our pussies."

"Sounds great," Debbie replied. "But why don't we do a trial run with our new friends Ray, Joy and Carol. We also could invite Carol's friend, Linda, but her mother is still pissed at you from last weekend's party."

"Well, we can give them a call," Marion replied. "But does Carol have a boitoi to bring along? And, will Ray submit again?"

"There's only one way to find out," Debbie answered as she reached for the phone.

  Chapter Two    On her way home from school that same day, Carol was walking on cloud nine. At last weekend's Spanking Party, she learned several things about herself. Although she still likes to bottom now and then, she also learned that she likes to be in control in sexual play situations a lot. After switching from her bottom role to that of a top at the party, she really enjoyed spanking the three men and making them eat her pussy at her command. Not only that, but she also discovered that she really likes one of the two submissive boys she met at the registration desk. Yes, he was one of the males she spanked then had service her pussy. Afterwards she spent some time with him alone, and they eventually ended up fucking in one of the private rooms. 

Although the reason she did not go to Europe with her parents was to stay with her ex boyfriend, she eventually found out that he did not share her love for the kinkier side of life. In fact, he broke up with her after discovering her alternative lifestyle. But, she also had realized that their relationship was headed in that direction anyway. 

Carol now had serious feelings for George, the submissive she met at the party. She just was not sure if he would top her from time to time, or would she need to find someone else to do that for her. But for now she was enjoying her role as his sexual better, and was looking forward to their date tonight – knowing that before the night is over she probably would have him over her knees for a good spanking and pussy worship session.

As Carol entered her Uncle Ray's house, she heard a blood-curdling scream. But, it was not Joy's voice she heard. The scream came from her Uncle Ray.

"Ninety-Eight! Thank you Mistress Joy! May I have another?" Ray shouted.

CRACK!

"OH, FUCK! Ninety-Nine! Thank you Mistress Joy! May I have another?"

CRACK!

"DAMN! One-hundred! Thank you Mistress Joy! May I have another?" 

Carol could hear her Uncle crying as he was receiving a sound strapping from his girlfriend, Joy.

"That's it for now, you worthless worm," Joy replied. "Now crawl over to the Punishment Corner and assume the position (naked, on his knees, facing the corner of the two walls, hands clasped together behind his neck). Stay there until I release you!"

Carol had stopped in her tracks, not knowing whether to enter her Uncle's study, where all punishments were given. She did not want to interrupt anything – especially if Joy was really mad. Suddenly Joy came out of the study, and Carol was surprised to see she was not naked. Normally both she and Carol are naked from the ankles up when at home. Their normal household uniform consisted of six-inch stiletto heels and nothing else. But, today Joy was dressed the same as she was the night of Carol's first spanking. She was wearing a very sexy bustier – one that highlighted her curves, but also exposed her tits, ass and pussy. She also had on thigh-high six-inch stiletto boots. And, she did not look happy.

"Carol, we need to talk," Joy said when she spotted Carol in the front entryway. "Let's go into the kitchen and have a cup of java and I will explain some changes that just occurred in this house." 

As Joy was brewing a new pot of coffee, Carol ran upstairs to relieve her bladder and change into her normal household attire. When she returned and entered the kitchen, Joy was sitting at the table with her Uncle's laptop computer and was starring at a picture of a guy in a French Maid's uniform on his knees sucking another guy's cock. And, Joy appeared to still be pissed.

"Look at this shit," Joy explained. "I can't believe that I found this on your Uncle's computer earlier today. And look at this shot!" (Joy advanced the screen to a different angle of the guy in the French Maid's uniform sucking a cock.) Carol could not believe what she was seeing on the computer screen. The guy in the French Maid's uniform was her uncle! He was sucking another guy's cock! Carol was speechless.

"I thought it very strange when your Uncle volunteered to change from a top to a bottom at the Spanking Party last weekend. And when we ordered him to lick our pussies, I thought he was enjoying an awful lot. In fact, I saw his dick get rock hard when we were spanking him. That has never happened before. I've spanked him in the past, but it was always a disciplinary spanking. Hard, rough, and painful. He never enjoyed it before. But, last Saturday at the party he seemed to enjoy it – even when he was spanked by you and Linda. I thought at the time that was strange, but I was so horny all I wanted was someone to eat my cunt."

"What happened since then?" Carol asked.

"Well, all day Sunday and yesterday I kept remembering Ray's sudden attitude change," Joy replied. "So after he left for work this morning, I snuck into his study and started checking out some of the files he stored on his personal computer. I found several where he was on his knees and either eating a pussy or sucking a cock. In all of them, he was wearing this silly French Maid's uniform. As you can see, this caption refers to him as Maid Ramona. So, I called him at work and when he answered, I told him he needed to come home quickly because Maid Ramona was in serious trouble."  "When he arrived, he explained that he has been fantasizing about serving others as a French Maid. He has even advertised on Craigslist. The last couple of times he said he was on a business trip, he really was visiting some men and women and serving as their French Maid whore. So beginning now, your Uncle Ray no longer exists in this house. From now on we will refer to him as Maid Ramona. He will either be naked or wearing his favorite French Maid's uniform, and he will be serving us as a French Maid whore should," Joy explained.

Joy looked at Carol and saw a look of pleasant surprise in her face. Carol appeared to be in deep thought, as she was. Carol was actually thinking that everything was falling into place. She was wondering how she could play with her new boytoy, George, when her Uncle was such a domineering man.  Now everything had changed for the better.

Just as they were about to finish their coffee conversation, the phone rang. Carol could hear Joy talking to her new friend, Debbie, and she detected that they were planning to get together tonight. She also heard Joy explain about her Uncle's lifestyle change and then invite Debbie, Bill, Marion, and Ron over for dinner. She also told them to have the guys dressed appropriately. Carol knew that meant that they would be naked.

After she hung up, Joy explained that the girls were coming for dinner to discuss a party invitation they had received for this coming weekend. Something about an OWK-CFNM Party. She quickly explained to Carol the meaning of those terms, and said that they would be having a similar party tonight. "And, that means that we must be wearing some form of clothing. Only the guys will be naked," Joy explained.

"Can I invite my new boyfriend, George?" Carol asked. She explained that they had a date scheduled tonight anyway, and George loves to serve women naked. He's a natural male submissive." Joy agreed, and then left the room to tell her now submissive boyfriend to go get busy in the kitchen. "You've got a dinner for four to prepare for tonight." (It was decided earlier that only the women would be allowed to eat food tonight. The guys were going to either have cum for dinner or starve.)

Carol quickly called her boyfriend, George, and informed him to be at her house naked at 7:30. She also informed him than he would be publicly punished if he is late. She could hear him breathing heavily when she added that stipulation. Actually she hoped that he would be stylishly late just so she could spank him in front of the other women. With everything set, she headed up to her room to pick out a sexy outfit for tonight. One that would make pussies wet and keep cocks rock hard.

  Chapter Three    Bill was still a little perplexed. Both he and his partner in Femdom Slavery, Ron, were in their normal attire – totally naked. Both had their wrists handcuffed behind their backs and shackles that limited their ability to walk on their ankles. Both also had three inch ring gags wedged into their mouths. Both also sported rock hard cocks that were augmented by cock rings that were designed to keep the blood in their organs – thereby insuring an almost permanent hard-on while wearing the device. And, both also had cock leashes attached to the rings. These all were devices that both he and Ron were used to wearing during their mutual evening sessions with their Mistress wives – Debbie and Marion. 

But, what was unusual was that they were also lying face down in the back of Marion's van. All either of their Mistresses would tell them is that they were going to a CFNM dinner at Carol and Joy's. Carol and Joy? Wasn't that house owned by Carol's uncle, Ray? Bill did remember that Ray had voluntarily become a bottom at last Saturday's monthly Spanking Party. But, what else had changed?

All of Bill's questions were multiplied when they arrived at Carol and Joy's house. He and Ron were led into the house and were greeted by its real owner, Ray. Only Ray was no longer Ray. Ray was standing there in a very subservient position wearing a very skimpy French Maid's uniform. He was totally sissified. The uniform was a very sexy, skimpy Maid's uniform – with a few modifications. 

Like most kinky French Maid uniforms, it was very low cut in the front, very short in the bottom, and completely open in the back. It was black with an overlaying white apron around the waist. The white apron was attached in the front, and the only thing that held it on was the apron draw-string that tied at the waist in the back. It also did not include any panties. Ron's cock was easily accessible under the apron, and his back and ass were totally exposed. And Bill also saw that Ron's ass was a very bright red. He obviously had recently received a good spanking from Joy.

"Welcome, Mistresses Debbie and Marion," Joy greeted the two ladies and their submissive hubbys. "I see you've already met our new French Maid, Ramona. Ramona will be serving us this evening, but feel free to take advantage of her 'charms' whenever you wish."

Now both Debbie and Marion were surprised. They had expected to find Joy and Carol dressed in very erotic, sexy attire. Joy was wearing a one-piece vinyl cat-suit, complete with six-inch stiletto heeled boots. She also had a leather strap-like paddle hanging from her left side waist. And the cat suit had cut-outs that exposed both her tits, her pussy, and completely bared her ass. She was ready for almost anything the night could offer. 

Carol was dressed in a more traditional bedtime outfit. A very sexy and skimpy black baby-doll nightie, sans panties. It was completely see through, but did officially cover her tits, ass and pussy. That is, if she were standing upright. When she walked, bent over, or sat her pussy and ass became very accessible. And her tits were bared when she leaned forward. 

Debbie and Marion were also dressed appropriately for the evening's theme. Both were wearing very skimpy outfits that allowed easy access to their most intimate body parts. Debbie was wearing a white bustier that supported, but did not cover, her tits, and left here lower areas exposed. She also was wearing white six-inch stilettos and white stockings held up by a white garter belt. The garter belt was also at waist level, keeping her pussy and ass totally exposed. Marion was wearing a matching outfit, only hers was red instead of white. 

"Ramona, please take our guests into the 'Entertainment Parlor' and take their drink orders so that we can begin the evening's festivities," Joy ordered her sissy slave boyfriend.

Debbie, Marion, Bill and Ron were all surprised when they walked into what used to be Ray's study, only to find a spanking horse in front of the desk area and a young, high-school aged boy bent over the horse with his hands shacked to the back legs of the spanking horse and his ankles shackled to the horse's front legs.  "Ladies," Joy explained, "Meet Mistress Carol's newest toy, Boy George. If you remember, Boy George was one of the two young submissive boy toys that we spanked near the end of the Spanking Party. Since then, George has submitted to Mistress Carol and has agreed to be our boy toy for the evening. But, please don't worry. He, like Carol, recently celebrated his 18th birthday, so he's legal and has consented to the evening's activities."

Marion, who usually was the ring leader of the group, stepped into the center of the room. 

"The theme for this evening's activities is 'OWK-CFNM," she explained. "Like the OWK, all Mistresses will be in charge and have total access to all male slaves this evening. Ramona has agreed to serve us whatever we wish all night long, so that we can have uninterrupted fun with our slaves this entire evening."

"Ramona will be serving dinner in about an hour, so let's start the evenings fun with a little slave contest," Joy added. "Boy George has been prepped and is ready for a good ass fucking. Now, the only question is who will be the fuckee? It appears we have two good candidates available, so let's have a contest to see who gets to do the honors."

"Mistresses Debbie and Marion, if you would be so kind to lend us your slaves, let's have a little Slave Cocksucking Contest," Joy explained. The slaves will simultaneously such each other's cock, and the first to make the other one cum wins and gets to ass fuck Boy George. And to make the contest more meaningful, the loser – that is, the one who cums first – will get whipped while the winner is fucking Boy George. So slaves, do your best to win or you will be receiving your first of many whippings before dinner."



  Chapter Four

While Joy was positioning the two male slaves in a 69 position, Debbie got a dirty idea.

"Marion, how about a side bet?" she queried. "I bet that Slave Ron (Marion's subby hubby) will cum first."

"You're on," Marion replied. "What's the stakes?"

"Loser has to eat the winner's pussy while her slave is getting whipped," Debbie replied.

"How about the loser gets whipped along with her slave by the winner?" Marion replied.

"You're on," Debbie answered. "It's been a while since I whipped your big ass."

"Well, since your ass is bigger than mine," Marion replied, "I am going to enjoy watching you eat standing up later tonight."

While Debbie and Marion were debating, Joy and Carol were whispering in each other's ear.

"Do you two want in on the action?" Debbie asked Joy and Carol.

"Well, to keep things interesting," Joy replied, "we just agreed to a side bet ourselves."

"But I know that Joy is still pissed at Maid Ramona, and she wields a mean whip when she's pissed," Carol explained. "So, we decided on your first proposal. Joy is betting that Bill will cum first, and I am betting that Ron will lose his load first. The loser of our bet will lick the winner's pussy." Carol paused momentarily, and then added, "And Joy's an expert cuntlicker!"

The boys were now in a 69 position, with each positioning his cock directly over the mouth of his cocksucking partner. They were ready for action.

"Ready!" Joy announced. "Aim! Suck, your cocksuckers, suck!"

Bill and Ron quickly reached out with their lips and encompassed their opponent's manhood. In and out, up and down. Bill, on the bottom, quietly reached with his free hand around and began to massage Ron's ass. Ron, not to be outdone, began to massage Bill's balls, and then slowly let his middle finger snake forward into Bill's asshole. Both were now sucking on their opponents cock, and fingering their opponent's asshole.

"Suck harder, you bastard!" yelled Marion to her subby hubby, Ron. "If that bitch whips my ass, yours will get it twice as bad when we get home!"




The Spanking Couples CFNM Party



"Cum on, you dirty dicklicker," Debbie countered. "I'll be your bitch tonight if you win this contest!"

Joy and Carol only looked at each other. Carol, resembling an innocent high school girl, quietly mouthed to Joy, 'Your tongue will feel so good on my clit.' Joy silently responded, 'Yours will feel great on my asshole."

As the boys continued to suck each other, their two Mistress wives got more vocal as they cheered their subby hubbies on. Then it happened. Ron's body suddenly became rigid. His toes began to curl. And he stopped sucking on Bill's cock, grabbed Bill in a strong embrace, and forced his cock deeper into Bill's mouth. Bill began swallowing as Ron spurted his white man cream into his mouth.

"We have a winner!" Debbie yelled. Then, turning to look at her friend and fellow Femdom, Marion, she added, "Strip, bitch, and prepare to have your ass blistered!"

"Remember the party's theme," Joy reminded Debbie. "You can't strip another woman. But, you can make her pull her bustier over her ass."

"Do it now, bitch!" Debbie ordered as she was staring directly at Marion.

"You fuckin' bastard," Marion screamed as she unbuttoned the bottom snaps on her bustier and tugged it above her waist while her husband was getting pulled up from Bill's body. "I hope that felt good, because it probably the last time you'll cum for a long time." Obviously, Marion did not like losing – especially to her friend, Debbie.

Maid Ramona, aka Slave Ron, got quite an eyeful when (s)he returned to the 'Entertainment Parlor' only to see Bill pounding away at Boy George's asshole, Debbie busy whipping both Ron and Marion, and Joy busy eating Carol's pussy. And all of them appeared to be in erotic heaven. Well, maybe all except Marion, who yelled, "You fuckin bastard" to her husband after each lash bit into her big ass.

Maid Ramona waited silently for the activities to cease, and after everyone had quieted down he announced, "Dinner is served." 



The Spanking Couples



WHACK!  With her butt cheeks spread, this time the paddle landed directly on her rosebud. Marion screamed the loudest she had ever screamed in her life. Debbie had scored a direct hit on her asshole, and made it sting like nothing had ever stung before.  But, luck was also on her side.  The action of the paddle striking her cheeks also forced the tong panty string loose, and the panty dropped from her body, now hanging from her husband's mouth.  

Marion quickly turned and stared at Debbie, then screamed "Damn, you!"  Debbie only smiled and said "Bitch, we're only getting started!"











Chapter 3, Hogtied

Debbie slowly turned away from Marion, and reached over to where her husband was still laying on the bed. She reached up and untied the rope from his handcuffs and pulled it free.  She then reached down to the cuffs holding his ankles together, and freed them, too. 

"OK, pussy boy" she said to her husband.  "Get up and make room for the Bitch."  Bill then rolled over and stood up beside the bed.  Debbie then told Ron to rotate his body 90 degrees, so that his head was still facing down, but now was looking from the one bed to another. 

Debbie then turned to face Marion and ordered her to lay down beside her husband, face first on the bed and also facing the other bed. She then took the ankle cuffs that had been on her husband and attached them to Marion's legs. Next, she took the rope that had been on her husband, attached it to Marion's handcuffs, and pulled it down.  Next she pulled Marion's ankle cuffs upward, forcing her into a hogtie position.  She took the rope, looped it around the ankle cuffs, and pulled the rope back to the handcuffs.  Finally, she pulled the rope hard, forcing Marion's arms and legs upward and together.  She tied the rope off, pulling all the slack out between the hand and ankle cuffs.  This forced Marion's shoulders legs, and feet off the bed and her arms and legs together.  Marion was now is a very uncomfortable hogtie – one the most commonly used positions in the BDSM world. Ron quickly received the same treatment, so both were now hogtied and facing the other bed.

"Well, bitch, I told you that you were going to get to eat a creampie before the night is over, but first you owe Bill an apology for whipping his ass so hard. Bill's arms were still handcuffed together, so even he had to listen to Debbie's demands. He was ordered to stand in front of both Ron and Marion, and then bend over so that Marion could kiss his left ass cheek while Ron kissed the right. Debbie then found Marion's suitcase and discovered a small flogger style whip which is usually used to whip a penis or pussy.  

Debbie then walked behind the hogtied pair, and flicked both on their exposed sex organs.  "OK, let's begin. And, each time I see your lips come off his ass I will give you this."  She then swatted them both on the genitals again. Suddenly both Ron and Marion were reaching their tongues and lips forward, kissing Bill's bruised ass cheeks. 

Debbie forced them both to kiss her husband's ass for about 15 minutes, then walked over to Bill and told him to stand directly in front of Marion. Next, she reached around her husband and pulled his ass cheeks apart, exposing his asshole. "OK bitch, now it's time for you to clean his ass.  I want to see that tongue working overtime. And, I want to see it inside his rosebud NOW!"  With that she took the penis whip and gave Marion a hard swat directly on her tit nipples. Suddenly Marion's tongue reached forward and began to rim Bill's brown hole.  Another swat on the tit, and Marion picked up the pace.  Soon Bill was moaning that he was about to cum. 

"Don't you dare, and she pulled her husband forward, pushing him onto the bed. Just relax, while I get some of that, too.  She then walked over to where Ron was lying, and reached around and opened her own ass cheeks – exposing her rosebud.  She then pushed her ass into Ron's face, and told him that he better make her cum. Ron had an evil grin on his face right before burying his tongue in her anus. He continued to rim her asshole for about ten minutes, when Debbie began to moan. Ron heard this and picked up the pace.  Soon Debbie was screaming with delight as Ron's tongue brought her to her first climax of the night.





















Chapter 4: The Creampie

After coming down from her anal climax, Debbie looked over at the other bed and saw Bill laying face down. 

"What's the matter, Billy Boy?" she teased. "You got a sore butt and a hard cock?  You need a fresh place to put that hard cock?  How about Ron's mouth?"

Ron and Bill both moaned, then Debbie crawled up on the bed, and told Bill to get up one his knees.  Once Bill was in position, Debbie got on her hands and knees, and backed her ass towards Bill.  She reached behind her, grabbed Bill's hard cock, and slowly began working it into her pussy.  "Common, Billy Boy." She teased again. "You love creampies.  Well, let's make one now.  I want Marion to taste one of our specials". 

Bill began to bump and grind away. Because he nearly came while getting his asshole reamed by Marion, it did not take long for him to shoot his load into his wife's wet, hot box. He pumped and pumped and pumped, until he was exhausted. He then collapsed on the bed, and Diane rolled over onto her back, and reached down to pinch her pussy lips closed, thereby trapping all of Bill's cum in her pussy. 

With one hand holding her puss closed, Debbie walked over to Marion and used her free hand to untie the rope holding her in a hogtie.  She then did the same for Ron, and told them both to roll over onto their backs, with their heads hanging over the side of the bed.  Once they were in position, she ordered her husband to stand in front of Ron while she positioned herself near Marion's waiting lips. 

Then, to everyone's amazement, Debbie made another shocking announcement:

"OK guys, we're going to have another contest. Ron, your job is to make Bill cum before I do.  If you do, you can fuck Bill in the ass while Marion sucks his cock. IF not, you stay tied up all night." 

"Marion, your job is to make me cum before Bill. If you do, I will trade places with you and be your sexual slave the rest of the night.  But, if Bill comes first, you get to suck my husband's cock while your husband is fucking him in the ass.  And, I will be spanking your ass while you do it." 

"Bill, your goal is to protect your virgin asshole. If you cum first, then your ass is next. If I cum first, then your asshole is safe." 

Well, I knew my husband, and I was pretty sure that he would not cum before me. Yes, I secretly wanted to trade places with Marion, and this contest was the perfect excuse.  I gave the command and, suddenly I saw Marion wiggle her tongue toward my slit. Remembering that I was still holding Bill's load in my pussy, I lurched forward so that Marion could access my hot hole.  I looked to the right, only to see Ron anxiously sucking away at my husbands cock.  And, it was getting bigger by the moment. 

I was feeling good. Marion is an experienced pussy eater, and she was eagerly sucking my pussy dry.  She was lapping up all of Bills sperm and my cum from my pussy, and I was getting hotter and hotter.  I looked at Bill and saw that he also was getting hotter.  Feeling another man's mouth around his cock was making him horny again.  But, I also loved the touch of another woman's tongue on my pussy.  

I looked at Bill and Ron again, and I saw Bill begin to close his eyes and moan. My plan was about to backfire, then.........

"Yes!  Yes!  Yes!"  I screamed.  I had climaxed again.  And, it happened just before Bill shot his load into Ron's mouth.  We both had cum only moments apart.  Marion continued to lap at my lips, while Ron continued to suck Bill dry.  Ron definitely loved to suck cock, but I had never guessed that Marion loved to eat pussy.  And, I was in seventh heaven.

But, only for another moment, for soon I would be wearing the handcuffs and licking her snatch dry. 



The Spanking Court



She looked so innocently radiant, dressed in a short plaid skirt and skimpy white blouse, and smiling virtuously at me. Her eyes were devoid of mischievousness and malevolence; she didn't look guilty. "You are accused," I barked. "Of being disrespectful to your husband." 

She giggled and looked coyly at me. I felt my cock swell at her bashful expression and impish demeanour. "Me?" She asked.

I tapped stoutly on the oak desk. "You will speak when you are spoken to, unless you want contempt of the Spanking Court to be added to your charge sheet." She bowed her head respectfully as I picked up a piece of paper, reading it out in the small, intimate room. "It says that you wilfully told your husband to 'go and get it himself' when he asked you to bring him a beer from the kitchen."

"That's not true!" 

"Your husband is a fine, upstanding man," I interrupted. "He would not lie." She bit her lip and smiled at me as I said this. "So how do you plead, guilty or extremely guilty?"

She gave a girlish titter and twirled her hair in her fingers. "I'm extremely guilty," she admitted with a laugh. My cock swelled a bit more as she licked her lips.

"Then as a punishment, twenty spanks of the hand, thirty spanks of the paddle and five ..."

"But ..."

"... no ten, strikes of the cane."

Her face dropped instantly and she shook her head. "I'll do a hundred spanks but please not the cane," she begged. Her eyes looked pleadingly at her sentencer but I shook my head unwavered by her pleas.

"Fifteen if there is any more insolence," I threatened and beckoned the young lady to my side with a wiggle of my index finger. She slowly shuffled to my side of the desk, head bowed, and I pushed my chair with the backs of my legs; she knew the rules of the spanking court and I pulled her over my outstretched knees.

She squawked as she landed on my thighs, her scarlet and green tartan skirt, riding up as my hand guided her onto my lap. A sense of power surged through me, executing a punishment onto the unspoilt rump of the lady underneath me, wriggling as I touched her. 

I pushed her skirt above her waist and I gently rubbed her cotton coated bum, soft and peachy to the touch. She clenched her buttocks the moment my hands made contact, but I wasn't ready to smack her just yet. I adored the softness of her flesh, stroking and patting it for a few moments; it felt wonderfully sensual, but I had a job to do.

I tugged down her knickers painfully, causing her to squeal in discomfort as I roughly removed them: she should know to never turn up to my courtroom with underwear and I contemplated further hits of the paddle or cane as a punishment to serve as a reminder. "Only good girls wear knickers," I reminded the errant woman as hand came down on her left buttock. "And you're no good girl."

I didn't hit her hard, just enough to warm and blush the skin; it is never fair to hit the young ladies in my courtroom exceedingly hard: that's up to their husbands or partners in the bedroom. In all my years as Judge, only three women had ever received the whip that hung on the wall, guaranteed to strike fear in even the most uncontrollable of women. 

She barely made a whimper: she knew that the twenty spanks of the hand would be easy for her to take. I struck her right buttock equally as hard, before adopting a quick tempo on her unfettered butt, increasing in intensity as each strike of the hand met her skin with a loud smack that filled the room.

She squeaked in pain as I neared the end of the twenty, my cock filled with blood as I turned her skin a blushed red; I loved spanking this minx when she wriggled against my erection.

"Now hands on my desk," I ordered in a dictatorial tone; it was important to be assertive with her and she grumbled as she steadied herself on the wall behind me.

"But, I've learned my lesson," she begged. It was part of her game, she did this every time, but I ignored the pleading eyes and hopeful grin as I reached for the stout wooden paddles. I hesitated as I looked over my shoulders: there was a defiance in her body language that I needed to squash and my fingers reached for the widest paddle with a large split down the middle. "Oh no, please," she begged, standing up to face me.

"Hands on the desk or I'll double the amount," I warned as I rubbed the paddle with my hand. It was a gloriously smooth implement of pain that I had used several times on her before; we both knew her bum would be tender all day and her eyes traced my forearm down to my grip and the paddle. She gave a little whimper.

"But I really have learned my lesson," she pleaded. "I promise I won't do it again." I was not interested in her pleas; she knew the rules when she consented to be bound by the decisions of the Spanking Court and her cheekiness a few moments ago had disappeared. I grabbed hold of her shoulder and pushed her on the desk.

She squirmed and struggled against my hand, but I held her firmly in place while I put the paddle next to her and pulled her skirt, causing the fasteners to break: it had done that many times before and her repair jobs appeared to be getting less robust. "You make one move and I'll treble the sentence," I shouted, my calm assertiveness being tested. 

I took a deep breath. It was not wise to issue punishments when my blood was up and I picked up my paddle, rubbing her exposed bottom with the paddle, stalling for time as I composed myself. "Don't move a muscle," I added, my left hand still resting on her back to remind her that I could and would force her into submitting if she made me. 

The first few hits were always more gentle as even the most hardened of wrongdoers require easing into their punishment. She gave a gentle grunt as the first strikes landed, exhaling a gentle puff with each one as if she was letting the pain escape her body as she breathed out. 

She steadied herself; she knew what was coming and instead of pulling the paddle back half-a-foot, I started bringing it back further and further. The sound reverberated in my court room as she squealed with every hit. Instead of being slightly red, her buttocks glowed with anguish as I alternated each side of her rump. She was suffering and I pressed down with my left hand on her body, to remind her that I was still able to hold her down if she resisted.

"Ten," I called out to her and gently rubbed her abused rump with the paddle; she could use one of the court safewords if she needed to, but things had never gone that far. I knew where her limits were and I was nowhere near. Her hands relaxed as the paddle soothed her lightly ruddled skin: no longer squeezed into fists but open handed. "Breathe slowly," I reminded her, watching as she took deep breaths. 

"Ahhhh," she squealed as I brought the paddle down on her rear, a bit harder than I had planned to. "Ahhh ... fuck, it hurts so bad."

"It's meant to," I said with a smile on my face.

"But I promise I've learned my ... ahhh fuck!" Her hands were squeezed into tight fists as my paddle played a painful tune on my victim's backside. She squealed and begged me, my cock fully erect as she pleaded unsuccessfully to end her torment.

"And fifteen," I cried, hitting her harder than before. She struggled against my left hand, and I shifted my body weight, pinning her onto the desk. The little cock tease was desperate for,me to end her punishment but she needed to be taught a lesson and I pounded her bum mercilessly. 

The thump of the paddles on her clenched buttocks followed by her screams, carried around the room and outside my study door; they would intimidate anyone. My victim was screeching in pain, begging profusely as the paddle slapped angrily against her skin.

"And that's twenty-five," I called and gently rubbed her abused bottom causing her to flinch; it would be sore all day and I encouraged her to moderate her breathing. A bead of sweat had formed on my forehead and I realised just how much effort I had put into her punishment, not that she appreciated it. "Just a few more."

She grumbled something under her breath and I pretended I didn't hear anything. Instead, I brought the paddle down firmly on her skin, causing her to yell a profanity as her punishment continued. It was for her own good, I reminded the disobedient wife, swinging my weapon across her exposed rear for a 27th time. Her skin was radiant and it was clear to anyone that she had been punished, as if she was an errant schoolchild from the Victorian days.

She shrieked with number 28, landing squarely on her left buttock and took a deep breath: the last two hits of any paddling I had ever given her were always more intense and I brought the paddle down gently on her right buttock, causing her to flinch in expectation.

She breathed an audible sigh of relief as it gently rubbed her skin before I hit her left cheek mercilessly with force and vigour. Her screams filled the room, as she slumped forward on the desk, crying out in agony. Her behind was bright red, clearly exceedingly painful and burning with extreme tenderness but I stepped away and retrieved the stout wooden cane.

"Please, no!" She cried but I pointed to the desk as she scrambled away from me.

"Now," I demanded but she shook her head.

"Please, I promise I'll be a good girl. I won't do it again," she begged and the bottomless woman put a desk between herself and me. As with any good judge, I was not going to stand for that level of insolence and gave her one last chance to submit to her punishment.

"Can't do the time, don't do the crime." She rubbed her eyes and shook her head; I reminded her of the consequences of failing to finish a punishment and smacked the desk with the cane, menacingly. She gulped, taking little steps towards me, edging towards the final phase of her punishment.

I grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her towards me, causing her to cry out in pain. "That hurts," she moaned.

"Not half as much as the cane will." I pushed her against the desk and forced her torso against the wooden furniture. She resisted, begging me to stop, but the little minx was in trouble.

I waited for a few seconds to see if there was a safeword, but none was forthcoming: her resistance was part of her personality and I brought the cane down hard on her much abused rear. She screamed: the cane was excruciating, but it was necessary.

I needed to assert my authority over her: she was testing me with her resistance and I needed to show her that I was in control. I could not countenance such disobedience and I would not brook any challenge to my imperium. She was in trouble.

The second stroke of the cane caused the struggling woman to yell abuse at me, the bright scarlet slashes across her rear glowing in the sea of soft crimson flesh. She pushed up with her body, desperately trying to free herself but I launched a third and then a fourth hit in quick succession. Her body convulsed with shock at the firmness of the strikes and I listened for a safeword between her yells.

I was kind and did not increase the power behind my next five hits, but the caning still caused her to squirm and shout as the thin wood struck her raw flesh.

She scrambled free of my grip as number nine landed on her buttocks and shook her head at me. "No more, please," she begged. I raised my eyebrows at her, pointing at the desk with the thin wood. "Please, I promise I won't ..."

I looked at her and grabbed hold of her arm, pulling the bottomless woman onto the desk. She wriggled free but I grabbed her forearm for a second time, and looked into her fearful eyes, pushing her across the desk roughly. Her butt was painfully red from the fierce thrashing it had received, but she needed to submit to the last strike of the cane.

She begged and pleaded, struggled, writhed and fought, desperate not to subjugate herself to my will. She kicked her legs and twisted her arms; even by her standards she was being lively in her resistance, but there was still no safeword. 

I gave her a few seconds of thinking time, as I held her shoulder down with my left hand before leaning across her body to lightly tap her buttocks with the cane. "Number ten," I called and threw the cane onto the desk with a loud noise. She knew I was disarmed as I released my grip on her body.

She lay motionless for a few seconds, clearly spent from the exertion before rising to her feet. I pointed to the other side of the desk as I straightened my clothes, watching as her blouse barely covered her clearly punished bottom.

"Now, you won't be doing that again, will you?"

She shook her head as I sat down on the desk, my underpants soaking wet with pre-cum from my unaddressed erection. "No," she promised.

"And you will look after your husband, won't you?"

She nodded and smiled. "I'll give him a blowjob later," she promised. "To say sorry. And I'll gently rub my hands along his shaft and caress his lovely, smooth balls as my tongue tickles his bell end and ..." She smiled at my expression: I was already horny and she was deliberately teasing.

"Enough ... lewdness in court." I wondered briefly if I should issue a new punishment for her indecency in my courtroom but the coy look from made me relent. "That'll be all. Send in Mrs Jones," I demanded as the cheeky lady reached for the door to the oak-panelled room; there would be a plethora of women sitting outside my small study, awaiting judgement in my Spanking Court. She flashed a smile at me and nodded as I picked up the file of my next case: a wife who had refused oral sex to her husband, my neighbour.

"Sure," she muttered and flashed her bright red buttocks at me, and I watched with a smile, as my wife left my study to go to work. 



The Spanking Game



I skimmed at the personal ads with bored indifference until I spotted a headline that read "The Spanking Game." At the word spanking, I have always felt a tingle on my spine that makes me pause. I felt taken aback to see a headline like this in my local paper and perused the ad. "English Gentlemen, 35, employed, well groomed, single, clean, seeks mate for love, movies, and games."

I read the ad six times and, with my right hand trembling, picked up a pen, and circled the ad. I called the personals' phone line and entered his ad code. He sounded genial and confident. I promptly hung up the phone and commuted to work. 

I tried to focus on work but my mind kept reverting to that word: spanking. My obsession with the word and the activity began in the third grade. I played spanking games with neighborhood girls and boys "you play the mommy (or daddy), I will play your little girl. Oops! (I would laugh) I spilled milk on the floor! What? I will not go to bed! (They would catch on eventually) No! Please don't spank me! I will be good. What? Over your lap? Oh!" I looked up spanking in the dictionary about a thousand times. "A brisk, rapid series of slaps on the buttocks." By the time I was 12 years old I began to wonder what was wrong with me. I fantasized about a spanking factory. In the fantasy, my cousin Jenny and I lay face down propped up over some pillows, and we would ride down a conveyor belt with our bare bottoms exposed. Then we passed through a series of hands that awaited us above the belt, and the hands would spank our bare bottoms. I went to sleep every night for years playing this fantasy out in my mind. When I turned 15, I felt like a freak and successfully repressed my spanking fantasies for years. 

Then, at 23, the fantasies returned energetically. I remember the day. I was at the public library waiting my turn to use an internet terminal and this handsome man stood up from a computer, walked toward me, smiled and said hello as he passed. I strode over and logged onto the computer he vacated, and, out of curiosity, clicked on the history to see what this man viewed online. I clicked on "history" and there was the word spanking, repeated hundreds of times. I felt my face turn beat red and I perspired. I felt as if everyone in the library was staring at me and knew, but I looked about and realized that everyone still minded his or her own business. I clicked on one spanking website with a story that began, "she lay face down over his lap, with her plump rear exposed for a bare-bottom smacking that she would not soon forget." I felt compelled to touch myself right there. I clicked on a search engine and typed "spanking." To my amazement, the word appeared thousands of times. I felt a catharsis. Up to that moment, I thought I was the only one who felt this way about spanking. 

I developed nightly rituals perusing personal ads online but the men looked gross, married, dangerous, or violent. I didn't want a severe spanking. Just a mild hand (or possibly very light wooden hairbrush) spanking. I didn't want whips, chains, and paddles (although the thought of someone scolding, "I am going to paddle your bare bottom" sends shivers down my spine). I wanted loving, over-the-the knee panties down to the top of my thighs spanking. With some light scolding "you naughty, naughty girl. We talked about your behavior in the past and now I am ashamed to say it, but you need to be chastised. Go into the bedroom and wait for me." 

I looked at the ads online and in the newspapers for two years and then I spotted "The Spanking Game." I returned home from work, and, with two glasses of cognac aiding my courage, I called the personals line and left a message with "The Spanking Game" ad and gave my phone number. Two hours later, the phone rang. His name was Joe, and we talked for an hour about everything except spanking. It was a relief though, as I was not yet ready to confess this to anyone. 

We talked for a month on the phone, but he never mentioned the spanking game. I started to wonder if there was misprint in his ad. We met and had two dates. On the night of the third date, as we sat on the couch of his apartment, Joe said, "well, it's our third date. Traditionally, a girl has to kiss or tell the guy to take a hike. Since we have already kissed, shall we proceed to the main course?" 

Joe had been mild mannered up to this point and I felt intrigued. "Why, whatever do you mean?" I asked.

"The headline of my ad. Are you ready to play the spanking game?"

"Oh!' I exclaimed. "I don't know what that game is."

Joe chuckled. "I think you do. Look at you, your face is flushed." 

It was true: I felt my cheeks flaming and my hands trembling. 

"I don't want you to be terrified, but I am going to give you a short prelude of things to come. Now, stand up."

Meekly, I stood up in my cocktail dress and looked down at my feet. 

"Lay down across my lap." Joe commanded.

I shook my head sideways and said, "No."

"You know you need this." His right hand encircled my waist, and carefully, and slowly, he lowered me face across my lap. I felt his organ protruding from his dress pants against my stomach. I listened to the sound of traffic passing below as I placed my hands against the soft carpet and waited. The suspense and tension felt overwhelming to me. I had waited years for this moment and felt scared: what if he does it too hard or what if it's not hard enough? What if it hurts too much? I lay across his lap for thirty long seconds before he said, "You have been a naughty girl but this is going to excite me more than it is going to excite you."

I felt him hiking the dress up to my waist, and then I felt a short series of soft smacks against my pantied bottom. "Well, here it is at last" I thought, as I wiggled my groin against his lap."

"You hussy! Keep still!" Joe admonished me. "I am going to have to spank you on your bare bottom for grinding against me like that!" I felt a fingertip grasping the elastic of my panties and felt as he slowly, oh so slowly, lowered them to the tops of my thighs. "Magnificent," he cooed. "Look at this pair of white, full, round buttocks. So perfect." He cupped his hands against my bare bottom and slowly rubbed and caressed my cheeks. Then, his right palm slapped my bare bottom in a series of rapid, brisk spanks. I felt like a little girl getting the dress-up bare-bottom spanking that I desperately needed. The slaps resonated through the apartment, and I wondered if the neighbors could hear us, but soon I forgot about that and was in ecstasy. The spanking lasted all of three minutes, and to my disappointment, he apruptly stopped. "I can't give you too much of a good thing. It is better to leave a girl wanting more." I lay face down across his lap panting in satisfaction. I felt his fingers separating my sex, and soon he fingered me and I felt my hips buckling as I came. 

The spanking game ended for the evening and we continued as if nothing occurred. I returned home to my apartment, logged onto to some websites, and decided to write a story of my own for your website. 

Yours,

Julie



The Spanking Man



Sanford and Brown, were the most successful legal offices in the town of Biloxi, Mississippi. Bill Brown, was the senior partner, at thirty-five he had billed more hours and won more difficult cases then any of the other three lawyers. He was a winner in work and play.

Successfully married to a trophy wife, he ran his home like his office. Each had a daily plan and woe to anyone who did not complete their plans. Selena his wife was a fine boned dark haired child of the old south. The blood in her veins ran blue with the genetic history of English kings. The fact that the ancestors in America had been sent here in shame somehow never came up in polite conversation. Neither did the fact that every Friday night, Bill spanked Selena for her faults during the week and sometimes during the week he spanked her just for fun and then they had wild passionate smashingly wonderful sex. She was besotted with her man although she never mentioned the spankings to anyone.

Bill liked to spank women; old, or young, pretty or just willing he got off on it. It released all the tensions from his job and made him a much nicer man

Sexual harassment, was a word that Bill never worried about. He never bothered to tell anyone including his wife that he taped all his spanking sessions including the part where they pleaded with him to spank them to be allowed to fuck him.

Recently Dolly his legal assistant had been getting under his skin. Stepping on his last nerve as it were, he dearly cared for her did not want to fire her and yet she continually screwed up or played silly games that were embarrassing to him and the firm. He had finally sat her down last week and warned her that one more complaint and she would be terminated. 

Obviously she hadn't believed him; because this morning his friend and partner Jim Sanford had arrived early to tell him how Dolly had embarrassed him with clients in his office. She had opened the door, turned around and had flashed him after having removed her panties.

Of course, she thought he was alone. It didn't matter once it was done. Jim left her punishment in Bill's capable hands. Merely asking "If you get to spank her Bill, I desperately want a copy of that tape she has one fine ass. Bill smiled it was a done deal.

As soon as Dolly arrived, he called her into the office. He turned on the video as she entered. "Good morning Dolly, please be seated." She hung her head and fidgeted. She knew what was coming.

"Dolly you have been a very bad girl. Now we can terminate you or I can do what I do to my wife when she is a bad little girl. It's your choice Dolly."

Dolly had heard rumors about Bill and how he treated his wife. Now she was about to find out. 

"What do you do to your wife Bill?"

"I spank her on her naked ass until she finds it hard to set for a long while, but funny thing she hardly ever make the same mistake twice."

Dolly with tears gently leaking from her eyes looked at him.

"Spank me please Bill, I have been so bad for so long and nobody seems to care."

"I care Dolly come here." 

He rolled up her skirt and tucked it into her waist belt, and then pulled her panties down to her ankles and off admiring her gorgeous garter belt and nylons, he would have to get Selena some of those. He pulled her across his lap with one hand and held her there. 

"Put your hands around the rungs of the chair and don't move them before I say or it will be worse for you." 

Submissively he heard her murmur "Yes Bill" 

He smiled "Last chance Dolly, termination or a spanking?" 

She squealed softly as his hand roamed over her comfortable heart shaped ass, lightly swatting it as he waited.

"Spank me, make me behave, I need my job."

Smack his hand came down once and then again before she yelped. He took her panties off his desk and stuffed them in her mouth. "So no one comes in dear, wouldn't want to embarrass you."

She nodded thinking he was a very nice man and then he started to hit her in earnest. Soon her ass was hot and hurt like nothing in her life. It was then He stopped and rubbing it gently told her "only twenty five more with the ruler and your done. You really have been very good."

Twenty-five more with a ruler, she could not do it she screamed out "No" through her panties but he ignored her outcries and continued.

He had noticed her raising her ass into his hand the last ten strokes and now the ruler which stung and left welts made her really squirm by twelve she was orgasmic and continued until he was done.

He told her she was done and to go back to her chair. She sat there gingerly sobbing gently. "You did well now twenty minutes in the corner with your hands on your head and we will talk."

She tried to talk and noticed her panties still in her mouth. He nodded and she took them out and he handed her some water, then she spoke.

"In the corner like a child, you have got to be kidding." 

He quit smiling. "This is punishment Dolly and for that after your corner time you get ten more spanks with the paddle, and because of your attitude I will now ask you to undress you may stand their naked as further punishment."

"What if I won't do it," she asked. 

He smiled at her " then the spanking was for nothing"; he picked up the telephone. 

" Wait, what are you doing?" she cried out in her dread. 

"Why Dolly I am calling security to come and get you." She unbuttoned her blouse. When she was naked, she turned out to have large breasts with very pink aureoles and huge nipples that were very hard. Her juices were trailing down her thighs and she smelled of aroused sex. 

He called her to him. Ran his hands up her thighs and spread her legs. "You smell wonderful, if you do your corner time well, I will reward you" and he placed her hand on his raging cock. 

She nodded and walked to the corner.

"Nose to the wall and hands behind your neck, nipples touching the wall." She straightened up her posture. He dialed Jim and turned on the conference feature.

"Dolly what you did to Jim was a very bad thing. Why did you do it?" he could hear the strain in her voice and the tears but she answered. "I like him and he never notices me."

"Would you like him to fuck you Dolly?" She nodded. "I can't hear a nod darling. " Yes damn I would" 

Bill chuckled "You must like being spanked Dolly using that kind of language. Would you like me to fuck you Dolly?" 

Dolly was quiet until finally she said; "more than Jim please."

"You took your punishment well, and as a reward that might be arranged come here to me. Remember you have the extra swats plus ten more for bad language." 

She shivered in dread of the pain as she walked to him even as she was picturing herself over his desk her juices boiling at the thought of his fucking her. She saw him holding on to her red hot ass hitting her gently as he pushed deep into her needy pussy.

"Go to the chair Dolly and bend over it hands on the cushions that delectable ass in the air." She did it with a soft needy moan. He walked to her and blindfolded her.

"Do I have to tie you for you to stay like that?" 

She shook her head no. He believed her the odor of her desire was everywhere. He walked to his door, opened it, and beckoned Jim to come in. Jim mouthed "Holy shit " at him when he entered and Bill handed him a paddle and said to Dolly. 

" Now it is time for your final twenty swats. This is a day I never want you to forget" and he motioned Jim to hit her.

Jim hit her twenty times without stopping and watched in amazement as she orgasmed during the last five. Bill threw him a tube of lubrication and he rubbed it all over her inside and outside of her ass and all over him. Bill walked to the front of the chair. 

"Dolly this is my cock, now no matter what happens keep sucking it and if you hurt me. I will get a bullwhip and turn you into hamburger." She shivered at the threat and nodded. He nudged into her mouth as Jim opened her up and shoved inside.

Dolly came up two inches off the chair moaning into and around Bill's cock, then settled down to business. Soon they were all moaning, groaning, and then coming together. Jim left before Bill took the blindfold off.

"May I ask who that was Bill?" 

He answered "you may ask but I am not telling you. From now on it doesn't matter who it is, if you're bad you will be punished, if you take your punishment well, someone will reward you. Come here."

He pushed her over the desk and opening a drawer, lubed a small anal plug pushed it deep inside her waiting ass. "You will wear this until quitting time keeping that juice inside you no matter how it feels. At closing come back here and I will remove it. Now go get dressed and get to work."

She shyly gathered her clothes and once dressed backed out of his office. She was kind, sweet, funny, and nice all day to everyone. He did almost laugh aloud when he heard her tell a deliveryman she had fallen skating and hurt her rear.

He was looking forward to more sessions with Dolly maybe he would take her tonight when he removed her anal plug. Tonight he knew Selena was in for a surprise it would be a spanking night for sure but strictly for pleasure. His pleasure for sure, although Selena usually ended up with his cock stuffed somewhere moaning out her pleasure.