9 comments/ 28775 views/ 11 favorites The Adventures of Penny Ch. 01 By: mousemoonwalk The Report Before I tell you my first story I will tell you a little of my hubby and myself. We live in a large house on the outskirts of a small town called Malton, which is in the Midlands. We have been happily married now for five years. Hubby is thirty-nine and works as an area manager. The company he works for sells bedroom furniture and his job is mainly to travel to the company shops and make sure things run smoothly. As for myself I am twenty-eight and have often been commented on my intelligence, good looks, personality, and trim figure. I did work in a shop sometime back but now I stay at home. My interests and hobbies are many, which helps me pass the time while Hubby is away. We both like to play "games" now and again. The "games" usually consist of me dressing up in various scenarios and having my poor rump spanked then taken upstairs for some fun in the bedroom, if you get my meaning. His favourite game is called "the naughty secretary". As you can guess from the name, I play the secretary who makes plenty of mistakes in "the office" and he plays the boss who punishes me. Now I enjoy these games but the trouble is Hubby now seems to be always away on business so we do not play often. Sometimes I daydream on "games" which could be played while Hubby is away. These thoughts were just passing fantasies until recently when one of my daydreams became reality. Hubby had phoned to say he would be home around seven and fancied a night in, and maybe "the naughty secretary". So down to town I went and spent the day getting the things together for a nice meal and a delightful evening. I treated myself to a dark blue jacket and knee length skirt. I thought this would make me look very prim and efficient for our evening's entertainment. I had also got my hair cut and shampooed; by the way my hair is blonde and shoulder length. Then off into the supermarket and got all the things to make a nice pasta dish and a bottle of red for later on. I then jumped into the car and headed for home where dinner was prepared, the house tided, then into the bath for a nice relaxing soak. Before Hubby was due home I got myself into the role of the secretary. I put on my new black lacy, and I might add very sexy, underwear, which was bought two weeks before, stockings, a crisp white blouse, my new suit and a pair of black high heels. I had already prepared some documents for him to inspect in the "the office". At around quarter past seven the phone rang. It was Hubby. "Hi Pen. Listen I've had some trouble at work and I won't be home till about eleven earliest." I jumped in, "But I have got everything ready for tonight." "Yes I know dear but this is important. Now I want you to do something for me. Mr Oldcastle will be coming to the house to pick up a report. Now it is on the computer under the name of Northwest England six. Print it out and give it to him. I'll warn you. I made him mad by not handing in this report and he needs it tomorrow. So whatever you do don't upset him. Right I'll have to go, hope to see you about eleven. Bye" With that the phone went dead. Now as you can guess I was not happy and I could feel a sulk coming on, but I did as he asked. I printed the report and put it on the television in the front room. I then sat down and tried to think what I could do for the rest of the evening. As I sat brooding I heard a car coming up the drive I looked through the window. It was Hubby's boss, Mr Oldcastle. Now I have only met Mr Oldcastle once at a company function. A mature man in his late sixties who came across as a no nonsense type, probably a military man at one time by his manner. I went to the door and opened it. "Hello Mrs Goodfellow I'm sorry to intrude." "It's Ok Mr Oldcastle he just phoned to tell me you were coming. I've got the report inside, please come in." He came in and I passed him the report. "Do you mind if I just glance through this?" he said flapping the report in the air. "Of course not, sit down and I'll make you a coffee." He sat down and I toddled off to the kitchen. While filling the kettle I began to daydream. I wondered what it would be like to be spanked by a stranger? The humiliation of being ordered to undress in front of them, feeling an unfamiliar hand on my bare behind, their gaze never leaving my body. I shook my head and smiled better get back to the coffee. With the coffee on the tray I made my way back into the living room I noticed half of the report was on the coffee table. An idea leapt through my head. I sauntered towards him and pretended to trip on the rug. The tray fell from my hands spilling coffee all over the table and report. Mr Oldcastle jumped up in surprise and disbelief. "What have you done?" I looked at him sheepishly, "Whoops! Sorry." "My God! I need this report for my meeting in Preston tomorrow!" he shouted trying to save the soaking paper, "I knew not to leave this in your husband's hands! The trouble he's caused me today! I should get rid of him! I really should!" "Don't blame my husband! It was my fault!" I could feel my legs shaking with the excitement I got myself together, stood straight, and boldly said, "If you have to punish somebody it should be me!" "How can I punish you stupid girl!" was his tart reply as he sat back down. It was now or never. I turned around so my back was towards him. Nervously I slowly began to lift my skirt. I looked into the mirror on the wall in front of me and saw Oldcastle looking at me aghast. I felt the material of the skirt slowly slide up my legs. I paused slightly my hands were trembling. "Come on girl you can do it." I thought to myself. Taking a deep breath I continued to move the skirt further up so my stocking tops and the bottom of my panties was just in view. He was now looking directly at the tops of my legs; hot and bothered he ran his fingers through the collar of his shirt. The skirt was moved up and my lacy covered behind was fully revealed, I swear I heard him gulp. I then bent over slightly, my bottom sticking out towards him; I could feel the black lace taut against my behind. Slowly I then stretched my arms out to support myself on the wall. It seemed like an eternity before I heard movement behind me. I honestly thought he had got up and ran out but then I felt a hand slowly and gently stroke my bottom. I closed my eyes the touch was electric, then SLAP! The surprise caught me and I fell against the wall but quickly recovered myself. SLAP! I held my arms out with more force. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! My behind was beginning to tinkle. I could imagine my arse going crimson under the tight black lace. "Well young woman ruin my report will you! You won't be doing that again!" He pulled me up straight and led me to the sofa, where he sat down. I don't know how he did it but next thing I knew was I was spread out over his knee! My knickers were tugged down roughly to just above my knees. "I'm going to make this pert arse of yours red for your accident lady!" said Oldcastle angrily. I thought about his enraged face gazing at my unveiled behind. Each cheek of my rear blushing at his discipline. The excitement was beyond my wildest fantasies. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! Each smack alternated on each of my scarlet half moons. Tears began to come to my eyes. I cried, "Please punish me! I have been careless and need to be taught a lesson!" His slapping intensified SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "Lesson! I'll teach you a lesson!" said the annoyed voice of my "boss". SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He stood up and I fell to the floor. I was then lifted over the back of the sofa my backside pointing up in the air. In this position I was totally exposed, he could see everything. He stood by my side then the spanking recommenced. Every time his hand hit my rosy backside I moaned. My body was covered with sweat from the thrill of it all. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! He stopped and stood behind me admiring his handy work for a while, I just lay there thinking about what he could see. He then stood in front of me, "Now get me a new copy of this report girl before I put my belt to your hide!" I jumped up and immediately went to pull my panties up. "No you don't. You've no time for that. And keep your skirt up!" his voice was very fierce. I shuffled to the study and printed his new copy. His eyes constantly watched my poor bottom. He took the new report from me and said, "Right you can now show me out." I waddled to the front door and opened it. "You do not go into the house until I have left this property. Understand!" I nodded my agreement to him. He got into his car and drove down the driveway. I stayed at the door skirt up and with my knickers halfway down my legs with the hall light silhouetting my figure in the darkness. I felt totally humiliated. As I saw the rear light of his car turn left onto the main road I closed the door. I was shaking from the thrill of it all; I couldn't believe what I had just done. It was just unbelievable! That night when Hubby got home I practically dragged him to the bedroom it was the best lovemaking I had ever known. The experience had awakened me. Another adventure would surely happen. The End The Adventures of Penny Ch. 02 The Train Journey Hubby was going down to London on business. So I phoned my Aunt Rose and we agreed to meet for a bit of shopping and lunch. She lives in Stratford, which is about an hour's drive away. We try and get out together every now and again to catch up on the gossip. I'd told Auntie that I would come down on the train, this would give us both the chance to have a little drink. I decided to be casual so I buttoned up my denim mini skirt, put on a white T-shirt, squeezed into my black knee high boots and threw on my denim jacket. I kissed Hubby goodbye and off I went to the station which is about fifteen minutes walk away. At the station I met Albert, my neighbour from across the road, "Hello dear, and where are you off to." I explained where I was going. He told me he was off to a photo exhibition. Albert is a keen amateur photographer. Every Thursday he and his friend Ronnie have a "shoot". They are both very good, Hubby and I have told them to go professional. The train was busy, but Albert and I managed to find seats. I sat down and looked out of the window. Albert was explaining about his new camera and his plans for a shoot at his studio. I know nothing about photography so I was glad that he got off at the next station. Albert is a nice old man, very harmless, but he does like to talk about his favourite subject. It's worst when he's with Ronnie! At Stratford Aunt Rose and myself shopped till we dropped. I got some makeup, and some new clothes. We had lunch then it was time for home. At the station I kissed Auntie goodbye, and got onto the last coach on the train and headed home. It was empty; I sat myself down at the back of the coach the train then began to move. "Tickets please." said a voice, it was the guard. I handed him my ticket, he looked at it smiled then carried on up the train. He was quite a large man who obviously liked his beer judging by his stomach; he was at a guess a bit older than my husband. It was while watching him walk up the carriage that I realised that I needed the loo. The loo was behind me so I got up and nipped in. The inside was a mess! The smell was terrible, paper was everywhere and, well I hope it was water, was all over the floor. I immediately walked out and began to walk to the other toilet at the top of the coach. On my way I passed the guard on his way back. I smiled then dived into the loo, thank goodness this one was clean. It was only while I was washing my hands that I thought about the guard. I hope he doesn't think I made that mess! On the way back to my seat I noticed the guard come out of the messy toilet, he looked at me suspiciously. I could feel myself go red. "Do you know anything about this?" he said. "No! No! It was like that when I went in." my body was trembling. "Vandalism is a criminal offence you know. If you have done this it could mean you being arrested. It doesn't look good you are the only one in this carriage." He walked away from the door. "But it wasn't me." I said shocked that he thought I could do a thing like that. "That's what they all say!" his voice had got sterner, "If I had my way vandals would be whipped in public, they would never damage property again." This sounded like the start of a "game", I wondered if he would co-operate. The thought of being spanked on a train, in public, and by a stranger was quite a challenge! I put on my best piteous look and tried my luck, "Please don't have me arrested, can't you punish me in some way?" He stood silent for a while, looked me up and down, then his hand rubbed his chin as he began to speak. "Maybe it would be better if I correct you. At least I know you would get your just desserts." I gave a little nod. He sat down on a seat and folded his arms. "Take your jacket off!" I quickly took it off and threw it down on a nearby seat. His eyes stared at my breasts; I went to fold my arms to cover them. "Stand straight, arms at your side!" Quickly I followed his commands. "I will tell you what to do and you jump to it! Understand?" Again I gave a nod. "Now then girl bend over that table." I did as he commanded. I felt my skirt ride up, I turned my head; he was now looking at my legs. A small smile crossed his face but it went when he realised that I was looking at him. "Now stay like that until I come back." And with that he began to walk up the train. I then realised that the train was slowing down. We were coming to a station! The train stopped and still bent over I looked out of the window and saw Albert get onto the next coach up. "Please don't come in here." I whispered to myself. It was at that moment that I turned my head around and noticed an old man on the opposite platform staring at my rear! He had an enormous smile on his face, I reckon I was showing my all! An old lady, probably his wife, looked towards where he was staring, gave a shocked look, then hit him over the head with her handbag! I quickly got up, and sat down. My face had gone bright red. Luckily the train began to move and nobody had come into my coach. "What do you think your doing!" shouted a voice from the top of the coach. It was the guard storming towards me. "The train stopped." I said weakly, "somebody could have come in and seen me." "Stand up!" he growled, I jumped out of my seat. "Worried in case somebody would see you eh! Well then lady we are going to let the WORLD see you! Strip!" "Sorry?" I looked up at him startled. "Strip! I'll teach you to disobey my orders lady. Strip!" At first I was going to tell him where to go, but the dominance of the man, and the thrill of being caught on the train got the better of me. My hands moved nervously to my T-shirt and pulled it over my head. He stared down at my white, nearly transparent bra, he could clearly see my nipples. I bent down a bit and unbuttoned my skirt; his face followed each button. Before I undid my last button I let him savour the sight of my cleavage, legs and a small glimpse of my of white bikini knickers. His tongue brushed his lips; he pointed to the last button. With the last button undone my skirt fell to my ankles revealing my white panties. I couldn't believe I was stood nearly naked on a train in front of a total stranger. "Turn around!" I did as he demanded. A hand slowly moved around my bottom then between my legs. "Now then girl Let's see those tits!" I turned back to face him. I unclipped my bra and let it drop to the floor; his eyes watched my bouncing bosom as the train bobbed me to and fro. "Get onto the table on your hands and knees. Face to the window!" I climbed awkwardly onto the table and positioned myself. The train was jerking a bit so I held the table tight, and watched the world race by through the window. I felt his hand pull my knickers up until they were trapped tight between my cheeks, "Now this tasty backside of yours is to get some punishment!" Slap! My head nearly banged onto the window. Slap! Slap! The slaps were slow, but I then realised that he was doing them in time with the sound of the train. Da. Da. Da. Slap! Da. Da. Da. Slap! I moaned slightly as I turned my head to see him, He grinned, "Like it do you?" I stuck my bottom out to receive more of his correction; his slapping increased in speed as the train gained momentum. Da. Da. Da. Slap! Da. Da. Da. Slap! His breathing got faster and I closed my eyes and moaned in pleasure. "Let's get these off and get that tasty pink arse of yours nice and scarlet!" I heard him say excitedly. Fingers grabbed at my knickers and they were yanked down, I lifted myself off the table slightly so they could be taken off. He pulled them down and left them dangling from my right ankle. I felt his thumb move gradually down the crack of my behind. I was shaking with the excitement, I dare not look around in case it would spoil the atmosphere. He laughed slightly then he carried on. Slap! Slap! Slap! He really let loose, my bottom felt it was on fire. I imagined him gazing at my red-hot backside, slobbering with the excitement! Slap! Slap! Slap! I groaned as he slapped harder. "Is your arse hot? Eh!" he said, I nodded and wiggled my bum out for more. "Oh no! No more of that." Hands then caressed my buttocks and moved down each leg. I put my head on the table lifting my bottom higher. I felt his lips kiss each cheek of my behind as his hands reached out and grabbed my breasts. I was in a daze, "Let's cool that behind off now girl. Turn around and place that peach on the window." I did as he ordered the coldness of the glass instantly gave me a shudder. I was exposed to the passing world! His hands once more cupped my breasts, I moaned slightly and he let go. I opened my eyes to be greeted by the bulging crotch of his trousers. He held my head towards it. Taking the hint I pushed my bum right up to the window to steady me, I looked up at his beaming red face, then after gradually unzipping his trousers, I put my hand in, then opened my mouth. At my station I got of the train and shouted to Albert, "Come on! I'll walk home with you." "I'm always willing to walk with an attractive lady. Have a nice day today?" "One of the best." I said and we walked home. The End The Adventures of Penny Ch. 03 The Photographers Hubby was going to a conference in Glasgow for two weeks, so the night before he went we decided to play a special "game". My husband played the headmaster and I the disobedient schoolgirl. For my part an outfit was hired from a costume shop in town. Hubby was very impressed. He even told me to get a regular costume for future games. We both had a very enjoyable night! Next day after Hubby had gone I decided to do some shopping and take the costume back. As I left my gate I heard a shout. "Hello there!" it was Albert from across the road, "Off to the shops again? I swear you live there." I laughed, "Yes you've caught me again. I've got a good reason for going today. I've got to take this back." I held up a bag with the costume in. "Oh, what is it?" said Albert. "It's a schoolgirl uniform I wore for a fancy dress party." I lied. "God I would have loved to see you in that." Albert said; "I could have taken some fantastic pictures" Now as I have explained before Albert is a keen amateur photographer, he and his friend are very good. "Maybe I'll model for you one night." I joked. "Please! Please!" he pretended to beg. I just carried on laughing and started to walk up the road. Albert is a great old man; his friend Ronnie is quite a laugh as well. Both worked together and retired about a year ago. A pair of loveable old rogues, but very nice. As I neared the shop I thought about Albert. Today was Thursday. He and Ronnie always took photos at his studio in his house. "I wonder if they fancy a model?" I thought to myself, "Go on be a devil, have a laugh." I phoned Albert from a telephone box; he was over the moon about the idea. We decided to meet at his house at eight. I decided to take the costume back next day. At about seven thirty I put on the costume: navy blue knickers, grey pleated mini skirt, white blouse. school tie, grey v-necked sweater, and white knee high socks. I got my blonde hair into two ponytails, and tied them with two red ribbons. I put on a pair of black sensible shoes, and checked myself in the mirror. Perfect! Albert couldn't believe his eyes when he saw me; he quickly escorted me to his studio. Ronnie was there messing about with a camera, he broke into a big smile when I walked in. After a couple of drinks of wine Albert said, "Go over there my dear." He pointed to a large white backdrop with a chair and desk facing a load of lights and cameras. "Sit down. Make yourself comfortable." I heard Ronnie say. I pulled out the chair and sat down. The studio looked very impressive. "Don't be shy. You look great." Albert assured me, "Just follow our instructions and everything will be fine. Just relax and enjoy yourself. Smile!" I smiled. I heard the clicking of cameras. "Pretend to read this." Albert said, and passed me a book. Cameras whirred and clicked. Both men kept looking at each other and grinning, After a minute or two I realised that they had a great view up my skirt. "Oops! I'm showing all I've got!" I said and tried to tug my skirt down abit. "Not all unfortunately!" Albert joked. A thought entered my head. I felt very mischievous; I needed a "game". "No harm in looking." I replied and opened my legs wider with my hands. The men couldn't believe their eyes or their luck. After the initial shock of my behaviour, Both men crouched down and took some photos from under the desk. I casually stroked my thighs. I could feel eyes watching my hands, gazing at the exposed navy blue strip between my legs. Albert got up, "Sit on the desk." I sat on the desk at an angle and crossed my legs showing plenty of thigh. All the time the cameras clicked. "Read the book, put a finger to your lips. Looked puzzled." Albert said still clicking. I did as he asked, then I moved one of my legs up so I could rest the book on my knee. The skirt rode up showing the top of my leg and a little flash of blue panties. I gave a little wink to Albert. The cameras clicked away. An idea struck me, I pretended to drop the book. I got off the desk and turned so my back was to the cameras. Slowly I bent down keeping my legs straight and went to pick up the book, the cameras clicked like crazy. I turned my head to look at the men; their eyes were on stalks as they viewed my half-exposed rear. I picked up the book and put it on the desk. "You're very naughty." I heard Albert say. I turned my head to him and replied, "Maybe I need to be taught a lesson." and with that I bent over the desk. More camera noise filled the room. I heard movement behind me; a hand slowly caressed my behind. My little skirt was lifted up, so I stuck my rump out further, the hand stroked my tight knickered bum. "I think this naughty girl does need to be taught a lesson" I heard a voice say. Slap! I was expecting it and had gripped the desk tightly. Slap! Slap! My backside tingled. Slap! Slap! With the excitement and the heat of the lights, I began to perspire. Cameras clicked. Albert said, " You look warm, take your jumper off." I stood up, faced the lights and did as he asked. More camera noise. "You still look warm." Ronnie said, I noticed he was licking his lips and looking at my blouse. Dirty old men! I could see their game, smiling I looked both men in the eyes and undid my tie and dropped it to the floor. Ronnie smiled back and nodded to my blouse. I looked down at it, at first I was unsure but gradually my fingers began to unbutton it. The cameras clicked, as each button was undone, finally I unfastened the last one. The blouse still covered me, I was still nervous. Courage was mustered and I slowly opened my blouse revealing my naked heaving chest. I heard one of them say, "Jesus!" The noise of the cameras was fantastic! I took the blouse off completely and threw it to the floor. More camera noise. I turned back to the desk and bent over. The hand came back and tugged up the skirt and held it up. Slap! Slap! Slap! The slaps were more urgent this time. "Try this!" I think it might have been Ronnie. SLAP! My backside caught fire! Tears came to my eyes. SLAP! SLAP! Cameras whirred. I turned my head to see Albert behind me. "I've not used a slipper in years" said Albert. SLAP! The pain and the pleasure, I put my head down on the desk. SLAP! I bit my lip and waited for the next blow. SLAP! "Get her knickers down. Let's see that luscious arse of hers." Ronnie said excitedly. I felt Albert's fingers go into the waistband of my panties, quickly they were taken down and fell to a heap at my feet. "Look how beautiful and red this is." his hand came back to stroke my naked flesh. "Make it redder." Ronnie nearly shouted. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The cameras clicked. "I'm worn out, do you want a go?" I heard Albert say. Movement then a different hand then stroked my bum, softly at first, then it began to kneed the skin. I noticed Ronnie's breathing getting faster as he fondled my soft cheeks. I felt the little skirt being unfastened. "Right then woman let's see how this pretty backside likes the taste of my hand!" and with that he began to spank me. Each slap pushed my bottom in. The desk wobbled underneath, and as before cameras clicked. "Harder!" I howled the slapping intensified. I could hear Ronnie panting as the cameras clicked. "Give her the slipper again!" Albert cried. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! "More, more!" I began to moan, "Smack my disobedient arse!" Ronnie pounded my bottom with the slipper and Albert took the photos. "Hands on your head!" commanded Ronnie. I stood up straight, spread out my arms and put them behind my head. Both men took pictures and leered at my nudity. I felt totally unashamed, I wanted them to look, and touch my body. Ronnie then continued to slipper me, each blow stung my rear, and it was heaven! "Let's have you on your hands and knees. Bottom right out." Albert ordered. I did as he said. I stretched my bum right out. Albert and Ronnie came close taking pictures of me at all angles. Ronnie put his camera down and knelt by me, the slipper left it's print on me again! "I think that's enough for the moment." Ronnie said, he sounded exhausted, and went back to the cameras. I rubbed my poor crimson bum more photos were taken. "I think that's enough photographs for tonight." Albert said from behind me; "Let's all get a drink!" At home I looked upon a few of the pictures Albert had given me. These I hid in an old shoebox and put into my wardrobe, only to be viewed when alone. The End The Adventures of Penny Ch. 04 The Cinema I'd just got up and was walking down the stairs when I heard Hubby on the telephone. "Well see you at the shop. What? Where?" his voice went quieter, I stopped and tried to listen, "A cinema. Charles Street Birmingham, city centre, yes got it. Was it good? Spanking! Yes I may give it a try when I'm around. Next two-week, thanks see you Jeff. Thanks for the info." I walked into the living room, "Who was that?" "Jeff from work, he's asked me to go to his shop next week to sort out a few things. Now listen love; you're going to be all right tonight. " I nodded my head, Hubby was of to Preston with his boss for two days. Beep! Beep! It was Mr Oldcastle's car. "Got to rush, see you tomorrow." He pecked me on the cheek and away he went. I went into the kitchen to make some tea and thought to myself, "A movie with spanking in it. It sounded interesting. I wouldn't mind seeing it!" I quickly showered and got changed into my black ski bottoms and white polo neck jumper. I then jumped into the car and headed for Birmingham. While I was there I did a bit of shopping then looked for the cinema just after lunchtime. Eventually I found it but it was not what I expected! It was a small private cinema in the basement of a large building. You could have easily walked passed it. It also looked a bit grubby and I was considering not going in, but my curiosity got the better of me. I looked up and down the street then went down the stairs. A bored man reading a magazine, in a booth took my money as I walked in. The cinema was dark, it smelt too, I could just make out three figures, a film was being shown. I sat down near to the back, at least the seats were comfortable; on screen a young nurse was in the process of having her skirt pulled up and an old man grinned as her white knickers and stocking tops were revealed. After about ten minutes I heard a man walk in and sit behind me. On screen the old man was caning the nurse and her friend. I wondered what it would be like to be caned, I felt myself getting tingly seeing it. The nurse's friend was now nearly bent over double, the cane was swishing away. The film was getting to me, "I wish hubby was home tonight." I quietly said to myself. "Enjoy spanking?" said a voice behind me. It took me by surprise, "Well, err, yes, I suppose." Was all I could say. "Do you come here often?" His hand motioned around the cinema. "It's the first time I've been here, I've just come for this film." I answered. "Yes they've shown a few spanking films here recently. I've quite an interest in things like this." He pointed to the screen. The nurse was now naked and was having her bottom caned. "Really. Hubby and I have talked about spanking and I wanted to get some ideas." I lied, the feeling for a "game" was afoot! "I wouldn't advise that," he pointed to the screen, the cane was still swishing away, "not until you become accustomed to having your behind smacked. It could be very painful and put you off." "I wouldn't want that." It was time to try my luck, "You sound very experienced." "Well like I said I have an interest in it." He replied. Now to put the game in motion, "This may sound odd but maybe you could inform me on what my husband should do with me." "I can do better. I can show you." He climbed over the seat and sat down next to me, "Get over my knee." He patted his knees I hadn't expected this! The nerve of the man! I nervously looked around the cinema, the few people there were watching the film, I got up off my seat and slowly bent myself over his knee. His hand rested on my rear and slowly began to stroke it. Without warning he began to spank me. His slapping was steady and firm alternating on my cheeks, after a short while the slaps got harder and I felt my behind going warm. I lay there, closed my eyes and savoured his experienced hand. I was enjoying every minute of it, the sound of slapping on both my rear and on the screen! The nurse moaned, "My bottom is yours to do as you will!" I said the same! The spanking went on for a while till I heard him say, "Enjoying it?" I was going to say yes but then a voice said that for me! I opened my eyes and looked around. Three pairs of eyes were gazing at my rear as it was punished. I went to get up but a hard slap on my bottom kept me down. "Want to see more?" three heads nodded in agreement to the man. He stopped spanking me and slowly peeled down my ski pants. My skimpy white panties were revealed to the appreciative audience. His hand fondled my bum, the audience watched with smiles. My knickers were then grasped and pulled up trapping the material between the cheeks of my bottom. Slap! He started again; each slap was met with approval from the audience. He stopped again and stroked my behind, "This is getting lovely and warm, feel." Four pair of hands began to feel my cheeks, I heard comments about how magnificent, fantastic, and beautiful my rear was. I just settled down and wallowed in the pleasure of it. Another hard slap! "Stand up woman." I quickly got of his knee, eyes wandered up and down my body. He pointed to my clothes, I looked at the other men, and they all nodded. I lifted my polo neck up and over my head, and stood in front of them clad only in my white bra and panties. With another signal I reached for the bra, unfastened it and took it off. I heard deep breaths from the men. "Bend over!" I quickly followed my master's command and bent over using my seat as a support sticking my bum right out. Slap! His punishment began again. Slap! "Now then girl these gentlemen paid to see a film and you have distracted them. Each will give you ten smacks on that tasty arse of yours!" I looked behind me and saw him signal to the first one. I watched the stranger lift his arm, I turned back and felt his hand smack my rear, it felt fantastic! Each smack was better than the last. I began to cry with the pain and the pleasure. As he finished another took his place, then another, each pounding my scarlet backside, each grinning as they gave me my chastisement. After each had finished my backside felt it was on fire, I got up and rubbed my poor rump. "We are not finished yet!" He gave me a hard slap on my bum; quickly I bent back over, "Now then gents, let's get a look at this pert arse of hers!" I felt his hands grasp my knickers and pull them down, I heard them all gasp at the sight of my exposed rear. I heard movement behind me then felt somebody's lips kiss my bum, then another and another. They all began to kiss and lick my behind, hands began to stroke my naked body, I moaned and told them to carry on. My breasts, thighs, and bottom were caressed and fondled. I could hear the excitement coming from the men. "What's going on!" a loud voice boomed. The men around me quickly scarped from the cinema. I was stood naked alone looking at the angry face of the man from the booth! "Well!" he shouted. I was very embarrassed and weakly said, "I was having my bottom smacked." "Bottom smacked!" he looked at me in disbelief, "You could get me closed down!" "I'm sorry." Was all I could say. "You wait here!" he pointed at me and walked out. My mind went mad with worry, would he get the police! I would never live it down, the scandal! I was near to tears with worry. I picked up my clothes and began to quickly get dressed. The main lights came on in the cinema and the film stopped. A few minutes later he came back in, "Well then girl! Bottom smacked was it! BEND OVER!" I instantly did as he said. My ski pants and knickers were tugged down once more. Swish! My backside stung like it never had! I turned to see him lift the cane once more, Swish! The pain was unbelievable! I wanted more I thrust my backside right out to meet the cane, swish! Tears now flowed down my face. He lifted the cane and left it's signature again, "I'm going to stripe that arse of yours! You could have finished me!" "I'm sorry." I cried, "Cane me please!" The cane whistled through the air, each time hitting me with a sharp crack. I could feel the red hot lines burning onto my rear, I was so ecstatic I thought I would pass out. "I'll teach you. Stick that arse out woman!" he bellowed. My poor backside was caned and caned again. The only thing I could think of was more! He stopped, his hand fondled my rear, he then walked around to the front of me, "Now then, you've had your fun at my expense, now I'm going to have mine!" He slowly unzipped his trousers. I opened my mouth and my pleasure and his was complete. The tramlines on my bum took some time to go. I was lucky that Hubby was called away. When he got back I suggested a cane. He was very keen on the idea. He said he'd heard of a film that could give him some ideas. "I'll get my nurses outfit ready." I grinned. The End The Adventures of Penny Ch. 05 The Holiday Hubby had been working hard recently and in a way so had I, we both needed to rest and a holiday seemed the best idea. I got myself down town, had a quick visit to the travel agents, and grabbed a late booking. Hubby was over the moon at the idea and a week later we were off to the sun! The holiday was very restful, but the hotel was a bit of a dump. Mind you we really enjoyed ourselves and the weather was excellent. We even got to play some "games" during the evening that's when we were not at a bar or restaurant. We were in the hotel bar one evening in the last week when I noticed a waiter that served us at breakfast looking at me. He nudged his friend and pointed towards me. His friend looked over at me; the waiter winked at his friend then swished his arm in the air in a smacking motion. His friend smiled and shook his head. The waiter then whispered something and then both began to laugh. Hubby was totally oblivious to the whole thing. He was sat with his back towards them. I was going to go over to have a word but both of them walked out. Later on that evening Hubby suggested we play the "naughty secretary". I was all for it so we grabbed a bottle of wine and rushed up to our room. As we were going in I noticed the waiter going to the room next to ours, he waved to us then went in. It was his room! The walls in the hotel were like paper so he must have heard everything we did during the holiday! I mean when playing our "games" I am hardly quiet. As I got changed into my secretary outfit in the bathroom I could still picture the waiter talking to his friend and swishing his arm, to think he was only next door listening to us. Hubby called me to hurry up; he always gets impatient when we play. I got myself ready and went into the bedroom for my punishment. As Hubby bent me over his knee, I imagined the waiter lay on his bed listening to the slaps on my poor arse, and my cries for more. I've got to admit it turned me on a bit thinking somebody could hear me as we played our "games". In fact I made sure I was nice and loud as Hubby tanned my hind so the waiter could hear everything what went on. On the last full day of the holiday Hubby decided he wanted to visit a monastery that made a wine which is a favourite of his. I didn't fancy this and decided to stay near the hotel pool and finish off my tan. Hubby went off to his coach and I got into my black bikini, wrapped a see-through blue sarong around my waist and went down to the pool. The pool was quiet, it seemed everybody had gone to get some last minute shopping or gone to the monastery. I got myself a cold drink from the pool bar and sat on a lounger near to the pool. I put on my sun cream and began to read my magazine. A little later on I noticed the waiter over at the bar. He was chatting to the barman, he noticed me, and waved. He then turned to the barman and began to whisper to him. Both looked over and began to laugh, again he swished his hand in the air. The barman was still laughing and shooed him off; the waiter then started to walk towards the back of the hotel. The waiter was beginning to annoy me. I decided that I was going to have it out with him and give him a piece of my mind. I am not keen of people talking behind my back and making fun of me. I got up and began to walk towards the hotel. The waiter disappeared around a corner of the hotel unaware that I was after him. When I turned the corner the waiter had gone I looked around but couldn't see him. I then noticed a stairway leading downwards to a door at the bottom of the hotel. The door was ajar. I looked around and nervously went down the steps. I opened the door and went into what seemed to be a small boiler room; it was dark except for a solitary light bulb that hung from the ceiling. The waiter was sat at a dirty looking table smoking a cigarette and reading a paper. He looked up and smiled as I walked in. "Hello pretty lady. You like fun?" He swished his arm in the air in a smacking motion and started to laugh. I rushed over to him and slapped his face with a loud smack. He rubbed his cheek and laughed to himself. The waiter got up and walked over to the door. He looked at me with a leer on his face then closed it. I've got to admit I felt afraid but something inside me wanted to stay. He slowly walked towards me, and eyed me up and down. He laughed again then grabbed my arm and led me to the table. I was going to protest but I could see the beginning of a "game". The room was beginning to feel hot and I could feel my skin getting sticky. His hand roamed down to my behind, and clenched at my cheeks. I felt tense but excited as he bent me over the table. The black bikini bottoms felt tight against my behind as I clasped my hands on the sides of the table. I felt my body rub into the grime on top of the table. His hand slid down my back and along my bottom, "Like yes?" he whispered, "Like fun?" I nodded my head. He moved his hand and I waited for his next move. Slap! I bit my lip and waited for the next. Slap! His strokes were hard and rhythmic, the table wobbled beneath me each time his hand slapped my behind, I thought it might collapse. My grip on it tightened as the blows began to increase. "Like now?" I heard him say. "Yes! Harder!" I panted, as his hand speeded up its rhythm. My backside began to get warm and I imagined it beginning to glow red under the black bottoms. I thrust my bottom out in the hope that this would speed up the blows. I heard him chuckle and the spanking stopped. I felt his hand grab my bum it pinched the flesh. He stood me up turned me around so I was facing him then slowly removed my sarong. It fell to the dusty floor in a heap. His arms went around my waist and his hands then slid into my bottoms and stroked my bare cheeks. "Very nice." He said as he bent me back over the table. Slap! He began again. He laughed to himself each time his hand made contact with my rear. It was then the door opened and the caretaker walked in. I went to get up but the waiter put me back over the table. Both men began to chat. As I do not speak the language I couldn't make out what they were saying. I turned my head and saw both men looking at my backside and grinning. The waiter saw me and pointed to me to turn away. A hand felt between my legs and then moved to my behind. I could hear then giggling behind me. Fingers then hooked on my panties and tugged them down my legs. I was now exposed to their glare; I turned to see what was going on. The waiter's hand came back and began groping my rear. Meanwhile the caretaker walked in front of me and began reading some dials on some pipes and jotting them down, he did not seem interested at all. The waiter spoke and the caretaker walked back behind me. The waiter then carried on with his punishment. Slap! Slap! Slap! My backside tingled and was now fiery hot the sweat poured from my body; the room was like an oven. The spanking continued each blow slapping my arse with a crack. I began to beg for more and the spanking speeded up. Slap! Slap! Slap! The noise echoed around the tiny room. The waiter was talking to me but I couldn't understand him, I was in a world of my own. I felt him undoing my top. I stood up and he pulled the top off. He spun me around and both men admired my naked body. The waiter's hands moved to my hips and began to progress up my body until he cupped my breasts. Sweat poured from both of us. The waiter stopped and I watched him take his soaking wet shirt off. He looked at me; "You want more?" I gazed at his chest, "Yes." Was all I could say. I turned back and bent over the table. Two hands then held my hips and I felt lips kissing my rear. I closed my eyes with the sensation, but as soon as it started it ended. I turned again to watch the caretaker walk out of the door and close it. Once again his punishment began tears filled my eyes but I wanted more, my naked chest rubbed into the dirt on the table. Slap! Slap! Slap! The noise deafened me. Then for a moment all was quiet. I wondered what was going on, but then I heard a zip unfastening and a shuffle of clothing. All was still then he quietly said something to me. I felt his hands clasp my hips, then something nudged between my cheeks, and then he entered me. I was still bent over the table when he left me. I stayed like that for a moment and let my mind relive what had happened. A thought struck me. I did not know which man had kissed my bum. I stood up and began to get dressed. Dust and grim covered my body and what little of my clothing. The sunlight burnt into my eyes as I left the tiny room and entered daylight. A couple of people noticed me and gave me some very odd looks. Eventually I got to my room and looked at myself in the mirror. I was filthy! I jumped into the shower to clean up and threw my clothing into the sink for a soaking. Excellent timing! Hubby walked into the room. He saw me in the shower and with a big grin undressed and joined me. That night Hubby and I had a very good night. I made sure I was extra noisy for my waiter next door. In a way I was sorry to leave, but deep in my heart I knew other adventures would await me at home. The End The Adventures of Penny Ch. 06 The Park It was a beautiful sunny, warm morning and I fancied going out for a walk. I decided to go to the local park and take in the sun. The park is not too far from where I live and is noted for its beauty. After working in the house I was a bit hot and sticky so I decided to have a shower and get changed. I put on a yellow, loose cotton button-through dress, and put on my makeup. I gathered up the things I was taking and off I went. As I began to walk to the park I met Albert who was off down town. He said he'd walk with me but not for long because he had his shopping to do and was going to see a photographic exhibition at the town hall. The park was fairly quiet except for the odd old person sat on a bench. As I walked I noticed the park keeper, I remembered him as a teenager, a right old misery guts, always telling kids off for one thing or another. After about ten minutes we found a very quiet spot to sit down. I put a towel on a patch of grass and sat down. Albert stood near to me and was talking about photography. As I sat there a young man sat on a bench which was a short way in front of me. He pulled a newspaper from his back pocket and began to read it. Now and again he looked over at me. As Albert talked my mind wandered, I imagined the young man wanting to strip me and spank my behind. I would be begging him for more. "Oi! You!" shouted a voice behind me. I jumped in fright and quickly turned around. "What are you doing? Can't you read?" It was the park keeper. I looked to where he was pointing. There was a sign with KEEP OFF THE GRASS on it. I got up sheepishly, what people there was in the park looked at me, and I felt myself go red. The young man had a big grin on his face. "It's bad enough telling the kids off without telling the grownups as well." He moaned. I was going to tell him where to go when Albert jumped in "Hello Colin." "Oh, Hello Albert. How are you?" replied the park keeper. "Fine. Fine. You should not shout at this young woman Colin. She is one of my best models." Albert winked at me and I smiled. The park keeper looked at me, "Really?" Albert carried on, "I wouldn't shout at her. I would ..." I couldn't hear what Albert was saying because he got up close to the park keeper and whispered. The park keeper's eyes lit up, "Really!" "I'd better get going or I'll miss my exhibition. I hope you two sort out your differences." Albert smiled then began to walk away. "Well then lady." Said the park keeper in a stern voice, "You had better come with me!" and he began to walk up the path. I wondered what was going on but I collected my things and followed him. The park keeper walked to the other side off the park and went into a large shed. He beckoned me to follow him. I had a good idea what Albert had said. The inside of the shed was dark except for a dusty window that let in the daylight. It was full of all sorts of gardening equipment that was hung up or placed around it. As I walked in the park keeper closed the door. "Now then my girl, Albert reckons I've no need to shout at you. All you need is a taste of my hand on that backside of yours." I hadn't expected this today! I looked at the keeper with pretend shock and then slowly nodded my head in surrender. His face broke into a big smile, "Right then over here and bend over." He pointed to a wooden workbench. I walked to it and bent over. Immediately his hand began to spank my bum. This one didn't mess around! I clasped the bench and thrust my backside out. Slap! Slap! Slap! The sound was like music to my ears. The spanking stopped and I felt the hem of my dress being lifted. The park keeper flipped it over my behind and gasped at the sight of my bottom covered by my lemon-coloured knickers. The spanking began again with added vigour and my bottom began to tingle. As the park keeper pounded my behind I happened to glance at the window, straight into the face of the young man. His eyes were out on stalks and he had a huge grin on his face. The park keeper had also noticed the man, "Well, well, it looks like we've got an audience. I think that man would love to see your knickers! Let's not disappoint him." The keeper made me stand up and moved me around so I now had my back to the window. Once again I bent over and my dress was lifted. "Isn't this a splendid sight?" I turned and saw the keeper speaking to the man, "A beautiful tight bum clad in yellow knickers." He stroked my behind then the spanking continued. Slap! Slap! Slap! I clung to the workbench and tried my best to stick my bottom out for more. I got the feeling the keeper had done this before. "Now then girl let's see if that arse is nice and red!" I turned as the keeper spoke, he was looking at the young man, and the man nodded his agreement. The keeper turned back to me and gave me a big smile. His hands reached out, grabbed my briefs and roughly tugged them down. The keeper stood back and admired the view, "Very nice my girl. What does your friend outside think?" He turned to the window, both men smiled at each other with approval. "Now then! I don't think this rump of yours is red enough!" The keeper pinched my behind, "Let's see what we can find for you." With that he began to look around the shed. Suddenly there was a tap at the window; the keeper and I turned to see what was up. The young man was pointing towards a corner of the shed. The keeper walked towards it. "Excellent sir! A fine choice." He said as he lifted something up and dusted it down, "I'd forgotten all about this! I use to play this after work in my youth." At first I couldn't see because he had his back to me, but as he turned around I saw an old table tennis bat! The park keeper swished it in the air, "My dear your backside will glow when I've finished with you!" I gulped and the bat tasted my rear, Thwack! My eyes began to water and I cried out in pain. Thwack! "Go on girl get it out of your system." The keeper said, Thwack! "More!" I howled. Thwack! Thwack! "I'll give you more!" The keeper roared. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "Harder!" I cried, "Punish my arse for sitting on your grass!" The bat wacked and wacked, my poor bottom felt like it was on fire and I wanted it to continue, but the keeper had other ideas. "Right then girl you're wearing me out. I think it's about time our friend came in and dealt with you." I looked towards the window and I swear I never saw anybody move so fast. The young man was in the shed in seconds! "Right son she's all yours!" The keeper gave my behind a last slap then sat on a nearby chair. The young man moved towards me and nervously touched my bottom. The touch became a stroke as he got bolder. Finally the stroke became a small slap. "Come on man! Smack the damn thing. This saucy arse was made for slapping!" The keeper told the young man. The young man's slaps began to get harder and more frequent. His voice panted, "Yes. Yes. Yes" as his breathing began to get faster with excitement. The keeper cheered the man on with shouts of "Hit it!" and "Harder!" I began to get carried away and encouraged the man, "Smack my disobedient arse! Make it as scarlet as you want! It's yours to punish!" Slap! Slap! Slap! He stopped for a second and picked up the bat, Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! I thought my backside would stand for no more. Thwack! The bat swished in the air, my whole body shuddered with each touch. The keeper then spoke, "That's enough boy. That bum is radiating enough heat to fry an egg on it." I turned to see the young man's body shaking with excitement, his face was red and he was sweating. The keeper patted him on the back, "Let's give it a hand to cool down." The keeper went to a cupboard and opened it. He took out a tube of something. He looked at me, "Don't be afraid. This is just some cream to cool you off." With that he put some of the cream into his hand and began to rub it on my bottom. It was lovely; he massaged the cream into my flesh. He turned to the man, "Here son. Have a go." The young man knelt down behind me and began to rub on the cream. I closed my eyes at the touch of both men. Hands roamed all around my behind as the soothing cream was kneaded in. As with all things it had to come to an end, the keeper was the first to speak; "Well I've got to get my duties seen to. I cannot hang around here all day." The young man took one last look at me, smiled, and then disappeared through the shed door to the park. The keeper beckoned me to the door. I smiled at him, and made my way out. The sunlight was bright in my face when I got out and I quickly began to make my way home. It was halfway there that I realised I had not put my knickers back on! "Leave them." I said to myself, "Let him have them as a souvenir." THE END The Adventures of Penny Ch. 07 To occupy my time I got a job in a small bookshop in town. I have known Mr Smith since I was at school. In fact I got most of my schoolbooks from his shop and I have always found him to be a nice, caring man. Hubby thought it was a great idea, "Get out and meet new people." he said. Besides I also got paid so I felt a little more independent. Hubby was away for a couple of days on business and I was feeling a bit down. I went into work and Mr Smith asked what was up and I explained about Hubby being away again. As we talked my husbands boss Mr Oldcastle walked in. Mr Smith and Mr Oldcastle are old friends, Mr Smith explained that I was a bit down. "Well Mrs Goodfellow I cannot have this! You must come to my house for dinner tonight." I shook my head, "Are you sure. I mean I don't want to be a nuisance." "Nonsense! It would make a change to have an attractive woman there instead of my business friends. All we do is eat, and talk business. I think the change will do me good." He said, "I'll pick you up at seven." Mr Smith and Mr Oldcastle then went into the back office for a chat. At one I rushed home and began to get ready for the evening. I washed my hair, had a bath, sorted out my clothes, and did my makeup. I decided to wear a white evening gown I had wore for a dinner just a couple of weeks before. At seven Mr Oldcastle knocked on the door to take me to his house. We arrived at the house about twenty minutes later. The house was very large, it looked like it had several rooms and the grounds were magnificent. A servant opened the front door and we walked into the hall, We then followed the servant into a large room and were offered drinks. Mr Oldcastle and I then chatted about all sorts of subjects. At eight the servant asked us to go into the dining room for dinner. The meal was fantastic, five courses served by the servant and some excellent wine was passed around. It was while I was eating that I began to think of Mr Oldcastle and my first adventure. I wondered if he ever thought about it and if he would do it again. I hoped a "game" would happen. After dinner we went into a large living room and Mr Oldcastle filled my glass once more. "Normally I play a couple of rounds of snooker this time of the night." Mr Oldcastle explained, "Let me show you the room. It is quite magnificent." I followed him to a large room. The room was dimly lit except for the table. The walls were covered with snooker memorabilia and of course equipment for the game. At one end of the room were a couple of armchairs with a table in between them. I looked at the snooker table, "Can I have a go?" Mr Oldcastle smiled back and nodded. I picked up a cue and bent over the table to take a shot, making sure I stuck my bottom right out. I could feel the man's eyes burning into my backside. I took my shot and just managed to hit a red ball. "You are not very good at this are you Penelope, maybe we should play a different kind of game." I heard Mr Oldcastle say. His hand drifted across my rear, I wiggled it then I turned to watch him smile. He walked towards a button on the wall and pressed it. After a minute or so the servant came in. "Metcalfe this lady's bottom needs to be punished see to it, there's a good man." Mr Oldcastle ordered. He then walked and sat down on one of the chairs. The servant walked towards me and gestured towards the snooker table. I felt my face go red and at first I wasn't sure if I wanted to do this, I had hoped to get Oldcastle on his own. The servant pointed towards the table again, I had the feeling that he had done this before! Reluctantly I walked back to the table and turned my back to the men. All was quiet then I felt a pair of hands on my waist. They pushed me gently forward until I was bent right over the table, my bottom sticking out towards Mr Oldcastle. I stretched my arms on the table scattering balls all over it. I heard a snigger from one of the men, then it began! Slap! Slap! Slap! I felt my bottom begin to burn as the servants hand pounded my backside. After about a minute Mr Oldcastle shouted over, "Metcalfe! Let's have a look at what your hitting!" I turned to see the servant reach down and begin to lift my gown over my waist to reveal my white French knickers and black stockings. The men grinned at each other like idiots. Mr Oldcastle said, "Magnificent! Carry on Metcalfe!" His hand rubbed my bum as if to test the target area then he carried on as before. Slap! Slap! Slap! I've got to admit Metcalfe was very good, better than Mr Oldcastle was! I rested my head on the table and pleasured in the sensations from my bum. I heard Mr Oldcastle say something but didn't catch what it was. I felt Metcalfe's hands on my waist again pulling me back to stand up. As I stood my gown fell back down covering my behind and legs. Metcalfe began to walk out of the room with a look of total disappointment; he turned and had one last look at me. As I watched him I heard Mr Oldcastle say something, I didn't catch what he said, it must have shown in my face. Mr Oldcastle looked at me, "Well come on girl! Chop! Chop!" I looked at him not understanding, "Sorry?" "The damned dress! Off!" He commanded. I was still unsure but I had him on his own now, and it was time I had some real fun! I put on my most mischievous smile then reached behind myself and slowly undid the zip on my gown. As the zip reached its bottom I turned around with my back to the man and slowly took the gown off my shoulders. The man breathing got heavier as I moved the gown down my body to my waist, I turned my head towards him as I pulled the gown over my hips and let it fall to the floor. I turned to face him letting him get an eyeful of my boobs nearly spilling out of my lacy bra. The man's eyes ravaged my half-naked body, I noticed that he had sat forward in his chair, his tongue brushed his lips. It was then that I noticed Metcalfe spying on us from a crack in the door, now with an audience I decided to be extra naughty! I looked Mr Oldcastle straight in the eye and smiled, "Now then are you going to show a naughty girl the error of her ways." With that I walked to the table bent over and rested my hands on it, "Give my pert arse the spanking it deserves!" Mr Oldcastle was of that chair like a bolt of lighting his hand instantly slapping my bottom with a frenzied rhythm. Slap! Slap! Slap! "Come on hit it!" I screamed. Slap! Slap! Slap! "I'm going to make this arse scarlet!" He excitedly said. Slap! Slap! Slap! He pushed me up against the table; once more I spread my arms out over it, my willing backside sticking out to him. Slap! Slap! Slap! The Rhythm increased in speed, my bottom burned, and Oldcastle's breathing got heavier! "Let's get these off! I want to see that luscious arse again!" I heard Mr Oldcastle say and felt my knickers being tugged down exposing my backside to his view. "Beautiful!" I heard him say. Slap! Slap! Slap! I rested my head on the table and looked straight at Metcalfe, a huge smile crossed his face. The slapping stopped and I felt Oldcastle fumbling with my bra. He couldn't take it off in his excitement, so I spun around, unclipped it, and took it off. Mr Oldcastle stared at my boobs, and then his eyes moved down my body, all he could do was grin. He reminded me off a little boy with a new toy! I turned my head towards Metcalfe who's eyes were on stalks and said to Mr Oldcastle, "Have you finished with my bottom or do you want to give it some more." I turned once more to the table, lifted one leg onto the edge of it, and balanced myself on one leg. I just hoped the high heel would stand up to the pressure. It was too much for poor Mr Oldcastle, he was obviously very excited, he was gazing at my bum when he said, "I think I need to bob out for a few minutes!" With that he rushed out of the room and disappeared. With him gone out of one door Metcalfe came running in from the other. I looked at him and gave him a cheeky smile; his hand immediately began to punish my rear! Slap! Slap! Slap! "You saucy tart! I'm going to give you what he can't!" he rasped. His hand slapped my rear in a frenzy. "Hit it! Hit it! Make it burn!" I choked. This man was a master at the art! Slap! Slap! Slap! Metcalfe pulled my leg down from the table, pushed me right up to the table and continued my punishment. I was in ecstasy and gibbered in my excitement, "Please spank it! Punish my naughty arse! Do with it what you want!" I turned my head to see him looking at me with a lustful grin. The spanking stopped "Climb onto the table." He commanded. I immediately did as he said. "Now kneel, bum in the air!" he said and stood behind me. I closed my eyes and felt his lips kiss one of my bum cheeks. His hands grasped my hips, as they did he began to kiss and lick my behind. I rested my head on the table again; "My God!" was all I good say as I pleasured in the sensation. Mr Oldcastle returned a few minutes after Metcalfe had left, I was getting dressed and he apologised for leaving me. He said he would drive me home. As we travelled I thought about Metcalfe, the spanking and other pleasures he had given to me. We would definitely have to meet again; the man was too good to leave. When Hubby got home he told me that Mr Oldcastle had phoned to see how things had got on. He mentioned that I had had dinner with him. "Dinner with the boss!" Hubby said, "I might ask him for a promotion if you two are on friendly terms and get some more money in the house." "Maybe we could buy a snooker table and a servant." I smiled. The End. The Adventures of Penny Ch. 08 Father Christmas Christmas was nearly upon us once again and Hubby had asked Vicky, my best friend, and I to help with the Christmas office party at his works. He wanted us to be Santa's helpers, this meant Vicky and I dressing up in mini-skirted Santa costumes with black boots, putting on big smiles and helping Father Christmas give out presents to the staff. Vicky and I had got down to the hotel early, Hubby showed us both to a room where we could get changed, and change back into our party dresses once we had done our Christmas duties. Hubby left us to it and we were soon admiring ourselves in the mirror. I thought the costumes a little short, but Vicky thought we both looked great. In the room was a large sack with presents in, I bent over and had a little rummage in it. "I say Penny! Don't bend down a lot with that costume on, your showing your bottom off." Said Vicky from behind me. As Vicky was talking the door opened and a familiar voice said, "There's a sight for sore eyes!" I turned my head and looked straight into the eyes of Metcalfe, Mr Oldcastle's servant. Hubby also followed him in and both gazed at my behind. "Stand up Penny you are showing all you've got!" Hubby eventually said, I jumped up, he then turned to Metcalfe, "You know what to do? Bring the presents down when we phone and these two ladies will help you out. Right I'd better get down stairs and you had better put your costume on." Metcalfe looked at me with a knowing smile but I put my finger to my lips to stop him saying something in front of Vicky, but she noticed and looked at me suspiciously. Metcalfe went into the bathroom and got changed, and once we received the phone call we went down stairs and began to give out the presents to the staff. Once we had finished Vicky went upstairs to change while I talked and had a drink with Hubby and Mr Oldcastle. After about twenty minutes Vicky joined us, she looked stunning in her little black dress. "Pen hadn't you better get changed" Hubby said. I looked down at my little helpers attire, "I think your right. I won't be long." With that I went up to the room. As I walked up I noticed Metcalfe, still in his Father Christmas gear, on the stairs chatting to a couple of men. All watched me walk up the stairs with huge smiles, Metcalfe turned to the other men, and it was obvious that he was talking about me. As I turned a corner I heard him say, loudly enough for me to hear, "Time to get changed. See you both at the bar." With this I ran down the corridor to get the door of the room open. I sensed a "game"! As I entered the room I saw Metcalfe walking down the corridor towards me. "Has Father Christmas got a present for me." I smiled and went in. "Have we been a good girl?" He replied as he entered and shut the door behind him. I looked at him and shook my head, "No I haven't." "Then bad girls do not get a present." He said, I imagined there was a smile from under his beard. "What do bad girls get?" I asked innocently, putting my finger to my mouth. He walked over to the door and locked it, he then turned back to me," Bend over and you shall feel!" The smile I fancied had broadened. I walked over to a chair and bent down holding on to the seat. The little costume had risen and I felt my white tights and panties tighten as they were put on view. "When I saw you bent over that sack I knew that saucy backside belonged to you." He said and walked over to me, his hand clasped one of my buttocks. I closed my eyes at his touch. "Yes I always know an old friend when I see one." He carried on and began to rub my behind. "Come on Father Christmas, I've been a bad girl rubbing my bottom is no punishment." I huskily said. I heard him laugh; I turned my head to see him lift his arm. Slap! Slap! Slap! He began; I held my breath to stop myself shouting out. Slap! Slap! Slap! The noise of his hand on my behind was like music to my ears. "Well then my little helper is your bum sore yet?" Santa said. In reply I stuck my rear out more towards him. "Obviously not!" I heard him gasp out; his hand pounded my backside more quickly. My backside was beginning to glow under his blows. This man was still very good! Slap! Slap! Slap! I wondered how long he could go on, but as if he had read my thoughts he stopped. "Right stand up!" he commanded. I immediately stood straight. He held my arms and moved me to one side. He then sat down on the chair and looked at me. "Stand in front of me!" he commanded, "And face away from me!" I did as he said. I felt his hand drift across my behind then lift the skirt. I heard him mutter something as he sat and stared at my bottom. I must have been stood like that for a minute or two when once more his hand stroked my rear then grabbed at the flesh. "Get over my knee. That tasty arse of yours needs an airing!" He said. I turned to face him, looking him in the eye I lifted my tiny skirt then slowly positioned myself over his knee. I felt his hand move to the hem of the skirt and pull it up higher. His hand smoothed my bottom down; he then grasped my knickers and tights together and tugged them down to my knees. I had to lift myself slightly so he could get them down. My bottom was now exposed to his fiery glare. I noticed that all was quiet except for his excited breathing, his hand traced around my behind, and then he carried on. Slap! Slap! Slap! I was a bit uncomfortable on his knee so I began to wriggle to sort myself out. Metcalfe must of thought I was trying to escape because he laughed "There's no escape from my punishment my girl! This pert backside of yours needs my hand!" Slap! Slap! Slap! In the end I stopped and just savoured the experience. His hand went from my left cheek to my right, dead centre then back to the left. My bum was on fire, in my mind I could see it glow. Metcalfe was getting very excited as my bum was slapped he was saying things like "Jesus" and "Yes! Yes! Yes!" As his excitement grew the speed of his hand increased! I began to get carried away as I felt my behind melt in his hand, "Come on! Wallop it! Turn my arse as red as your costume Santa!" Slap! Slap! Slap! "You naughty girl! Red is it! This backside will look like a sunset when I'm finished!" His hand was flying up and down in frenzy I just wailed in the pleasure and the pain. In the end his hand began to slow down, "I'll have to stop for a minute. You're wearing me out!" I looked around at him a bit disappointed. Sensing I was disgruntled he added, "Meanwhile you can get your gear off! I want to see you naked like at Oldcastle's house!" With a big smile I got up, then turned and sat on his knee. I reached down and took off my boots. Metcalfe nodded with approval. After the boots were off I tugged my tights and knickers down which were around my knees, I then stood up in front of him and slowly began to peel off the costume. His eyes followed my hands as it unzipped and pulled down the dress. With the dress off I was left in just my bra. He licked his lips and pointed to it. I put my hands behind my back and undid it. Gradually I let the bra slip over my shoulders until I was completely naked. "Put your hands on your head and stand straight." I immediately did as he said. He then got up and walked around me, staring at my nudity "Well my girl it seems my strength has come back! I think you had better go over to that bed and kneel on it. Bottom in the air if you please." I skipped over to the bed, knelt on the top, and stuck my bum straight out at him. I could hear him shuffling behind me when I heard him say, "Let's see if Father Christmas can give you something else. Well this is my lucky day! This will do nicely!" I turned my head to see him lift a pair of plimsolls from his bag; I quickly buried my head in the bed sheets. Thwack! I screamed in pleasure, the bed muffled the noise. The sound made Metcalfe increase the speed of his hand. "Get it out! Scream to your heart's content! This arse of yours is going to suffer!" he excitedly said as he pounded my backside. Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! My bottom was burning at his touch, I did think the poor thing would melt! "Go on girl! This pert backside was made for this!" Thwack! Thwack! Thwack! "Beat it! I've been so naughty. My arse needs your discipline!" I managed to squeal out as the shoe left its mark on my behind again. "Right my girl!" he said, "I think that's enough of that for today!" I thought that this was the end. I turned my head to see him take his false beard off. He grinned at me and then lowered his face to my behind. His lips touched one of my cheeks then the other, his hands grabbed my hips and he buried his face into me, kissing and licking. My hands grasped the bed sheets tightly as I wailed in ecstasy. Soon it was over and he went onto the bathroom to get changed. I also got quickly changed and made myself up. As I walked down the stairs of the hotel I noticed Vicky and Hubby talking. "Where you've been?" Questioned Vicky with a knowing smile. "Well I got changed and helped father Christmas with some extra chores." I replied. "What getting drunk." Said Hubby sarcastically, "I could smell the drink on him when he was dealing out the presents." "No. I gave him some tips on what to do with naughty girls." I winked at Hubby, "And after this party I think we will have to discuss them." Vicky looked at me, shook her head and smiled. Hubby slapped my tender rear, "You're on!" The end.