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A rather tardy posting following reaching 900 followers on twitter -my excuse being that I was away on holiday.  This one is fantasy, athough the woman fantasised about was, and is real, as was, potentially, the situation.  Elements of the spanking described are very dfinitely based on real life experiences.  What might have been!

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By the Sensual Spanker

Did I tell you I was into spanking ladies? No. well It is something I really enjoy as a prelude to sex so its only those who want to get spanked who get that treatment. At times I even like the idea of being spanked myself, but my pain threshhold is low -so its the giving of spankings that’s the major turn-on – but how do you approach someone face to face and find out if that’s something they might want to try? Most of my encounters have been through meetings over the internet where at least you know you have the same interests before you start. To approach someone you really fancy, but who may probably be turned off the idea and brand you as some kind of pervert, takes luck and good judgement.

I was at a big trade show, and was chatting to a very attractive woman who I had been corresponding with for some time. She had actually screwed up on an advertisement placement for us – although she claimed it was someone else’s fault – and half jokingly I said ‘I have a nice wooden clothesbrush to deal with you’ with a big grin on my face. Her eyes widened a little and she smiled a big smile.

‘But of course we’ll rerun the advertisement in the next issue at no extra charge’ she said, her big blue eyes looking deep into mine. ‘Ah well, maybe we can forget the clothesbrush if you do that’ I said, still smiling.

“Oh I don’t think you need to be too hasty about that’ she said still looking deep into my eyes.

Well if that wasn’t an invitation to be spanked I don’t know what would be – but also I knew that Louise was a major flirt so it might still be a challenge to get it to the actual point of delivering my first spanking to this seemingly willing lady. I did feel a sexual chemistry between us and invited her to meet me after the end of the day for a drink.

Well to cut a long story short, after a couple of frozen margaritas she somehow agreed to be inveigled up to my room – ostensibly to discuss some future marketing plans and also to partake of a bottle of wine I had bought that afternoon at an extortionate price in the hotel gift shop just in case such an occasion might arise.

Louise sat on the bed and I poured her a glass of wine. Now I really did have a clothesbrush – heavy, long handled, polished wood. I sometimes imagined that these were purchased more for giving spankings than for brushing jackets – an excellent weapon – and I brought this out and showed it to her.

“See”, said “I do have a clothesbrush” as I smiled into her eyes.

She looked up and said sweetly

“Well, what are you going to do about it then”

I took the glass of wine from her hand and put it on the table. I sat down beside her and pattted my lap. I didn’t know if she’d just giggle and tell me not to be stupid, but she didn’t. She looked up at me with her big blue eyes again and lowered herself over my lap.

She was wearing a white blouse and a short blue denim skirt, and her bottom looked great through this. I rubbed it all over and gave it a couple of tentative light swats. She wriggled around provocatively. I could feel myself going very hard and knew she could feel that too. How far was this flirting going to go? Next stage I thought. If she doesn’t stop me here then this is going to be a great evening.

I slowly raised the hem of her denim skirt so it lay up over her back exposing her hose and pantie clad bottom. I gave it a few more light spanks with the clothesbrush and then plenty of light massage with my hand making sure it moved down slowly between her legs, which she obligingly parted. She was breathing heavily now and I could feel moisture through her panties. God she was turned on.

“I think we’d better take these off, don’t you?” I said easing her panties and her hose down together. She obligingly lifted herself off my knee to help this exercise and I slid the clothing down round her ankles and off into a heap on the floor. She lay back across my lap and turned her head to look at me with a big smile on her face. “So now you’ve really got a girl at a disadvantage” she said. “Aren’t you going to take any of your clothes off too?”

“Later” I said. “Meantime I’ve got someone who screwed up my advertising to deal with”

I started to hand spank her bare bottom – not hard, but enough to turn the cheeks pink. She wriggled around some more obviously enjoying every minute. I stopped spanking and moved my hand between her legs again. This time there was no clothing in the way. As my fingers touched her now very moist clitoris she gave a loud gasp and started bucking up and down as my fingers continued massaging and probing until she came very noisily. I hoped either the people in the next room were out – or understanding. She squeezed her legs together, but I continued the massage until they eased apart again.

“I think you’re enjoying this too much” I said and picked up the clothesbrush again. She just wiggled her bottom.

I gave her 20 spanks in all with the clothesbrush – ten on each cheek – making sure her whole bottom from the upper thighs upwards received its due reward.  Again I didn’t spank too hard, but I knew the brush must sting a lot, and her wriggles and moans were no longer quite so ecstatic. There was an element of pain there too.

I put the brush down again – her bottom was really hot to the touch and bright red all over, but she hadn’t tried to protect it yet, or to move off my lap so I knew this wasn’t too much for her. The renewed moistness when my fingers reached her pussy confirmed this and the speed at which she came again surprised me. She was really turned-on.

I told her to stand up. She did so, her eyes gazing directly into mine. I undid her blouse and took it off, unzipped her denim skirt and let it fall to the floor. She stood there in front of me only wearing a bra – but not for long. I unhooked it and it fell to join the rest of her clothes on the floor. She had fairly small, but exceedingly well formed breasts – remarkable for her age I thought. I leaned forward and kissed her one hand drawing her to me and the other fondling her right breast. I squeezed the nipple and she gasped a little kissing me harder. I ran the hand down her body and between her legs. Her pussy was moist again. She was breathing heavily.

“Obviously you haven’t had enough of a spanking yet” I said. She just looked me in the eyes and smiled sweetly.

I stood back and took her hands and guided them to my shirt buttons. She undid them slowly as we kissed some more. She eased my shirt off and then her hands went to my belt which she undid expertly. I had already stepped out of my shoes and as my trousers fell to the floor I stepped out of these too. She knelt down in front of me her face level with my undershorts. She massaged my erect penis through the shorts and then pulled them down, leaning forward and taking my penis in her mouth, cupping my balls in her hand, squeezing them lightly moving her mouth up and down along my erect member. I nearly came, but didn’t want to yet so I pulled her up and kissed her again. I was naked apart from my socks.

I pushed her back on the bed – she lay there in her nakedness and moved her legs wide apart invitingly. I knelt down between them stroking and massaging her pussy. I leant forward and kissed her breasts taking her nipples in turn lightly between my teeth. Her whole body shuddered as she pulled me to her. I resisted.

“You don’t get away with it as easily as that” I said.

I picked up my long shiny bamboo shoehorn, bought one day some time ago, most presciently, in San Francisco’s Chinatown. It had a Dragon and some Chinese script decorating it. I rubbed it up and down her pussy. Louise looked puzzled. I spanked her pussy lightly with it.

“Ouch” she said pulling her legs together fast, but then realised that this unexpected sensation was quite arousing. She tentatively moved her legs apart again. I gave her about ten light spanks on the pussy area and on her inner thighs making sure a couple caught her squarely on the clitoris. She moaned as I rubbed it better and then I buried my face in her pussy tonguing and kissing her clitoris until she came and came again.

“Oh my God” she said “I’ve never had a sensation like that”

She pulled me down hugging me tight trying to guide me into her pussy. I wasn’t having any of it – yet. I pulled away.

I smiled – “There’s more spanking to come. I don’t think you’ve atoned for the advertisement yet” I pulled her up by her arms and put her over my knee and picked up the clothesbrush again.

This time I spanked her a little harder and I could tell she was really feeling it. But she wasn’t going to get up – not that I would have let her. I gave her 50 spanks with long intervals between spanks and lots of massage between each set of ten so she came five more times before I’d finished. Her bottom was truly red by then with some little purple weals and couple of spots which had gone white. Although I hadn’t spanked her excessively I knew she’d remember it on her flight home the next day.

I pushed her back gently onto the bed and put on a condom. She smiled approvingly. I kissed her all down her body before turning her round and entering her from the back doggy style as I knew that the slapping of flesh against a sore bottom was a real turn-on for a lot of women. Louise was no exception. She came another two times, crying out loudly before I came myself in conjunction with the second one and we collapsed on the bed exhausted cuddling each other. The air conditioning was making the room a little chilly so we snuggled together under the sheets. I actually dozed off only to wake up hearing the shower running. I looked at my watch – it was nearly midnight.

I got up and helped Louise soap herself all over in the shower. I tookparticular care and time over her breasts and pussy and she took much pleasure in soaping and fondling my cock and balls until it was hard and erect yet again.

She rinsed the soap off , and with the shower still running knelt down and gave me the most delightful blow job up until I almost came and then finished it off with a soapy hand allowing the cum to spurt all over her lovely breasts. She looked up – “That was a thank-you for the most delightful and sensual evening I’ve had for years, if not ever. God, I’m really going to fuck up your advertisement properly next time so that you have to do this to me all over again and more.” I gave her a big smile and a hard smack on her wet bottom. She squealed and hugged me again.

“Next time I only do it if you get it right” I said smiling back into her eyes.

Well – all good things must come to an end. I took her down to the lobby to catch a cab back to her hotel as she had an early start the next day and had, unfortunately arranged a breakfast meeting with her colleagues – silly girl! I also knew that there would be plenty of times in the future when our paths would cross and I suspected we might manage the occasional repeat – advertising or no advertising.

We never did finish that bottle of wine!

A spanking for Bonnie – M/F/sex

In celebration of 700 followers on twitter – eroticspanker – here’s another M/F spanking and sex story – hope you all enjoy it:

A Spanking for Bonnie – by Sensualspanker

I was sweet 19 and never been kissed – well that’s not exactly true, but it sounds good on paper! Actually I had been rather more than kissed at that age,but I certainly hadn’t been spanked until…..

Well I’d finished my school year ready to go to university, but had really let things slip a little before my A levels and had ended up with insufficient grades to get into my university of choice. I needed an A and 2 Bs, and while I had achieved my A in History, the English and French Grades were Ds. I could still have got to a lesser college, but I had my heart set on my school of choice. When the results came out I was in floods of tears knowing that I had blown it.

However on enquiring on admission policies I was told that if I retook the English and French exams in the winter they would let me in the next year, and I consoled myself that if I studied hard until Christmas and managed the necessary grades, I could take the rest of the year out and travel the world, something I had always wanted to do.

My parents were supportive, even if it meant paying for extra tuition, so at the start of September I began to study again. This time though it was particularly difficult. I didn’t have the rigours of a school system to make sure I turned up to lessons and studied between them. I did turn up for tuition, but I did just enough between times to give the appearance that I was working. I was actually spending far too much time partying with my friends, playing on my computer and listening to rock music.

The only consolation was my tutor. He was only five years older than me with a first class BA degree with English and French as his major subjects. He’d taken a PGCE which would enable him to teach in the school system, but wasn’t sure yet whether that was what he really wanted to do. Meanwhile he was earning good money by tutoring me and half a dozen others. His name was Charlie and he was delicious.

He’d been to a good English Public School and not only was he good looking, he kept himself super fit through working out and playing top class club rugby. He was about 6 ft 2 with reddish brown hair, a delightful smile and the bluest eyes you had ever seen. As for me, like most girls of my age I had doubts about my attractiveness to the opposite sex. Brown hair, brown eyes, small breasts, decent figure though. People used to say I was pretty, but I was conscious that maybe I weighed a couple of pounds more than I should – maybe I should have my breasts enhanced, my nose was too big, my bum was too big. Well looking back they probably weren’t, but it seemed that way to me.

Charlie was both frustrated by me because of my lack of progress and attracted to me physically. I suppose inevitably we ended up making love, although he was conscious that perhaps it was a little unethical given that he was my teacher. We never did it during the hours set aside for tuition, but after each lesson we went at it like rabbits. My parents used to comment that I always seemed to be glowing after each lesson and assumed it was because things were going well educationally – but they weren’t.

Charlie was beginning to get angry with me. He knew I wasn’t doing much, if any work between lessons and because he was fond of me he wanted me to be able to go to my university of choice. He felt, eventually, that there was only one route now open.

After a particularly bad teaching session he sat me down. I was aching to get his kit off and make love but he wouldn’t let me touch him. It was almost too much when I wiggled out of my jeans and panties and lay back, legs apart waiting for him to succumb.

He was actually quite angry with me, although I thought at the time it was a bit of an act. “Look here Bonnie (short for Bronwen – my father was Welsh). Your parents have entrusted me, and are paying me well, to get you through your English and French A levels with decent grades. You’re doing virtually no work at all and I’m afraid you’re not going to get there unless you buckle down and study at home. As nothing I’ve done yet seems to have had any effect I’m going to implement the old British school remedy which is now unfashionable, and probably illegal. I’m going to put you over my knee and leather your bottom until you learn the error of your ways – and its good of you to have taken off your jeans and panties already – saves me the trouble.”

So saying he grabbed me by the arm and before I could even utter a word of protest he had me over his knee, clamped my legs still between his own and started to spank me methodically. Well although I struggled, he was really strong and soon my bottom was bright scarlet and stinging like crazy. I’d never been spanked before and it hurt like hell. I struggled and wiggled and still he spanked on – I think he gave me about 70 before he stopped. But it didn’t end there.  He finished the 100 with 30 really hard spanks with a ping pong bat that was lying around.  When he finished I just lay there sobbing, but also aware not only of an extremely warm sensation in my bottom (well really hot), but also between my legs. I sensed I was incredibly wet and very excited. I found it hard to believe that I had been turned on so much by something so inherently painful – and Charlie had spanked me really hard.

Charlie realised that too – well I was so wet there that I’d made a damp patch on his lap. “So you like that Bonnie do you?” he said as his fingers started to explore my pussy. Well I came there and then with the biggest orgasm I’d ever had and as he kept on playing with me I kept on coming. Eventually he stood me up and hugged me. I kissed him hard pressing my body against him, while reaching down to undo his trousers. We went into his bedroom and lay on the bed while he continued to caress my pussy. I had his cock in my mouth in no time, sliding it in and out as I caressed his balls. He came fast and hard his warm cum tasting so good.

When it was over we lay in each other’s arms for what seemed like ages.

“I’m not sure that spanking you is going to work as a punishment” Charlie said with a broad smile, “but perhaps not spanking you will. From now on, if you do your work you’ll get a nice sensual spanking from me. If you don’t – no spanking and no sex. And you’d better bloody well work.”

Well it did work for me. Charlie’s spankings were wonderful. He tried different implements, we tried pussy spanking – incredibly erotic – light bondage, all experimental for both of us and had brilliant sex. The harder I worked the more I was spanked – I called it my winter of orgasms. I sailed through my exams when they came.

Another hopefully very erotic spanking story

This one is posted for reaching 600 followers on twitter (eroticspanker). This actually happened a week ago but I was away on holiday at the time – have already reached nearly 650 now so maybe next story will come real soon if I post for every 100 new followers.
This story was prompted by staying at a B&B in Derbyshire which had an attractive landlady – but who wore far too short skirts for her age!

Lizzie’s awakening
Let me tell you about myself first – and then I’ll explain what happened that turned me on to being spanked. My name is Elizabeth – Lizzie to my friends – and I run a small intimate B&B on the edge of the Peak District in Derbyshire. I run the B&B to try and help make ends meet as my husband is away a lot, in the Merchant Marine and is not that good at making sure I am provided for. I keep chickens as well and sell eggs to the hotel just down the road. When I say a small intimate B&B, I only let out a maximum of three rooms, and while I’m kept pretty busy through the summer months, business can be pretty slow at other times. Sometimes the hotel sends people to me if they are full, but with foot and mouth and all that even the summer business was poor this year.
It was a mid-September day when Charles came to stay at the B&B for a couple of nights. He was the only guest and I was alone in the house as my husband was at sea. He was a charming gentleman. Probably about 50, well spoken – rather sexy in a refined sort of way and as for his eyes – they were the deepest blue I’d ever seen. I have to say that when I looked into them I felt a strange tingle between my legs – well my husband had been away some time. I actually stammered a little when I spoke to him, but as I say he was absolutely charming.
That evening he went over to the hotel for a meal – I left him a key to let himself back in, but I couldn’t help thinking about him while he was out. I’m quite an attractive woman – I’ve taken care of myself – and for the first time ever while I’d been running the B&B I decided to put some temptation in a guest’s way – purely experimental of course. I wasn’t going to go too far – I wanted to see how he’d react. Well that’s what I told myself anyway.
Anyway I put on a sexy short nightie and a house coat which I left unbuttoned down the front so that he could get a flash of my cleavage and my rather nice legs. The nightie was long enough to cover my now twitching pussy, but not by very much.
I heard him coming back from his meal at the hotel and put my plan into action. As I heard the key turn in the lock, I came out of my room on the pretext of checking what time he wanted breakfast and what he would like to eat. I prided myself on the standard of the breakfasts I served. Fresh new laid eggs, locally cured bacon, sausages, black pudding, fried bread, fried tomato – the works.
He wasn’t fooled for a moment. He knew what I wanted as soon as I stammered out my dubious reason for coming out to see him so scantily attired.
“Well, well Elizabeth” he said. “An attractive lady like you should be a little more circumspect in front of your guests, or you may get surprised – or then perhaps..”
He paused and looked into my eyes and smiled and I went weak at the knees “..you may want to get surprised.”
“I don’t know what you mean sir” I tried to say demurely but found myself stammering again – and blushed right down to my breasts.
He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes. “Well, I will surprise you. I think such audacity deserves a little punishment. Don’t you?”
All I could stammer out was “Yes sir” although I didn’t know what he meant by punishment. It sort of went over my head.
He took me by the hand and led me into his room. I could hardly walk, my knees were so shaky. I’d only ever been unfaithful to my husband once and that was a time when I’d had far too much to drink which somehow helped me expunge any guilt feelings from my mind. I wasn’t really there so it didn’t count. But this time I was most definitely there.
He sensed my nervousness. “I assume you don’t do this very often?” he asked. “No sir, never before” I stammered.
“Well that makes you a wicked lady” he said with a broad smile on his face. “And do you know what happens to wicked ladies?”
I shook my head. I suppose a question like that should have scared me, but somehow it didn’t. It just made me wet.
“Well I’m going to show you. They get their bottoms spanked until they are sorry, and then they get their pussies spanked and massaged until they come over and over again and then when they can take no more they get well and truly fucked”
I gasped – somehow the thought of being spanked, something that hadn’t happened to me since I was about 11 – sent a strange thrill through me. The idea of my sensitive pussy being spanked was also exciting and then somehow his using the word ‘fuck’, being such a gentleman, was even more exciting. My puss was positively dripping by now. I don’t think I had ever been so aroused.
He closed the door behind me and still holding me by the hand drew me over to the bed. He sat down and pulled me across his knee. I could feel his hard cock pressing into me. I was scared and excited at the same time. He made me feel like a little girl – but with big girl desires.
He slowly eased my housecoat up leaving my bottom barely covered by my nightie – and that wasn’t for long, as he lifted that up too. I shuddered as he gently rubbed my bottom and cried out as his fingers probed between my legs and touched me on my dripping clit. I was so aroused that I came almost immediately. I suppose on a man that would be premature ejaculation, but I didn’t care. I knew I could come two or three times in a session with the right stimulation – although I think that had only ever happened twice.
“That was quick” he said, “But I think before tonight is through you’ll manage an awful lot more of those. But now down to your punishment.
He then proceeded to spank me, gently at first, alternating from cheek to cheek. That felt so good. And then he spanked harder and harder until I started kicking my legs and trying to protect myself with my hand as my bottom became sorer and sorer. I could feel it getting so hot. And all the time he was interspersing the spanks with more massage of my puss – enough to bring me to the point of coming, but never quite getting there.
“I’d take your hand away young lady if I was you” he said. I suppose I must have ignored him as he stopped spanking me and made me stand up.
“You will find it pays to obey me” he said. “Now you are going to be spanked naked and with my hairbrush, but while I’m getting that take your housecoat and nightie off and go and stand in the corner”. I hesitated. Somehow being naked in front of this man I’d only met that day was perhaps more than my sheltered upbringing could come to terms with.
“I really wouldn’t hesitate any longer” he said, and somehow his tone impressed me enough to do as I was told and I stripped in front of him and stood in the corner as directed.
I heard him rustling around in his case and then he called me over to him. I turned round and walked towards him. I didn’t know whether to cover myself up in some way as he looked me up and down, but modesty was long since past. I was thrilled by his appreciative look. I knew I had nice breasts and I could see his eyes linger on them. He pulled me towards him and nuzzled my neck as he fondled my breasts. My nipples went hard as rocks under his touch. They’d always been sensitive – somehow they seemed to have a direct nerve connection with my puss and as he gently squeezed them I shuddered and gasped with the pleasure. He ran his hand down between my legs again and pushed me onto the bed, on my back, legs apart and fondled my breasts and puss until I came again… and then again .. and then again. I’d never felt anything like it. Each orgasm seemed to exceed the previous one in intensity.
“I think you’re enjoying yourself a little too much” he said with a wicked grin. “Now you will find it pays to do exactly as I tell you”.
He pulled me up and put me over his knee again. I saw him pick up his hairbrush – a wicked piece of polished wood with a long handle. It wasn’t a hairbrush at all, but one of those long handled clothes brushes. The thought of him using that on my bottom scared me – and somehow excited me too. But then everything about this encounter was both exciting and scary.
“I’m going to give you twenty with this – ten on each side, and I advise you to keep your hands to yourself. If you try and protect yourself again you’ll get even more”
Well I heeded his warning, but I don’t know how I managed to. He brought the hairbrush down hard on my poor bottom over and over again. I kicked and cried and yelled – but I didn’t dare put my hand over my bottom. I just couldn’t take any more.
Suddenly the spanking was over. He pulled me to my feet and I just stood there with tears in my eyes. He brushed my hair back and kissed me gently. “All over now” he said as he again squeezed my nipples, and at the same time guiding my hand down to massage his erect member. God I wanted that inside me so badly. I undid his belt and his trousers and felt them drop to the floor. His penis felt so hard through his underpants. I eased them down too and his cock sprung out. It felt so great in my hands. I slid down his body and took it in my mouth. I’d always felt uneasy about oral sex beforehand, but somehow I just wanted to do that to him. I wanted to please him. It tasted salty as I licked it and massaged his balls. I heard him sigh as he clasped my head to him.
And then he pulled my head away. “Too soon for me to come” he said – we’ve got to pay a little more attention to you yet.
He pushed me back on the bed, stripped off the rest of his clothes and lay down beside me. More nipple nirvana and pussy pleasure as he stroked and massaged and played and kissed me all over. I think I came another four times, but honestly I’d lost count by then. I didn’t know I was capable of achieving such pleasure.
“Pleasure and pain are a complex mixture” he said “and you have more of both coming to you yet”. I didn’t know if I could take any more of either at that stage, but I was putty in his hands. I think by that time I’d have done anything for him he had made me feel so good.
“I promised you a pussy spanking” he said – “and that’s what you’re going to get next. Your pussy’s enjoyed itself far too much so far.”
He pushed me back and pulled my legs wide apart so I was incredibly exposed. He reached down beside him and picked up what I saw to be a wooden kitchen spoon.
“This could have been designed for the purpose” he said and rubbed it up and down my pussy. I lay there enjoying the sensation. Every nerve end was tingling. Everything else he’d done had been so good despite the pain – was this to be different. He raised the spoon and brought it down on my puss – not hard, but even so a different kind of sharp pain shot through me followed by a glowing in my pussy. He rubbed some more and spanked again. He repeated this about five times. What a sensation! Such pain and such ecstasy at the same time. He stroked the wooden spoon up my body and gave me a couple of sharp slaps on the nipples with it – more exquisite pain – and then put it down and kissed each nipple gently. He then kissed down my body towards my pussy, climbed down between my legs and kissed and licked my pussy area – what a sensation. He somehow managed to suck my clit into his mouth where he played it with his tongue. Heaven on earth. I orgasmed again and again.
He slid up over my body kissing me everywhere again until he came to my lips. He kissed me hard, tongue on tongue and I could feel his penis hard against me. He sat up and undid a condom package and pulled the rubber on and then entered me slowly in and out. He played with me bringing me to new heights, now just massaging the clit with his penis, then driving it right in. He lifted my legs up straight into the air so they rested on his shoulders and went in deep and long. I came and then came again immediately. He started moving faster. I was fascinated as I watched his face contort. I knew he was coming. The thought made me reach orgasm yet again as he shuddered and jolted inside me. I could even feel him ejaculate through the condom. He collapsed spent next to me.
We lay in each other’s arms cuddling and caressing for what seemed like an age. Eventually I left – somehow I felt he needed his peace from me. I knew he had work to do in the morning and I went to sleep in my own bed, although sleep was fitful. My warm bottom and tingling puss kept me half awake the feeling bringing me pleasure throughout the night.
I knew he wanted waking at seven. I was up at six and showered and went to him naked at the appointed hour. He was still asleep. I lifted the bedclothes and snuggled in beside him again and woke him the best way I knew – with my mouth around his cock, which rapidly hardened. This time he didn’t stop me. It was my turn to repay some of the pleasure of the night before – and he was still booked in for another night. Good customer service always gets repaid in the end.

Enjoying the moment

In celebration of reaching 500 followers on twitter (eroticspanker) here’s another erotic spanking story – a fairly mild spanking and sex (of a kind) - again written from the woman’s point of view.  Not based on any specific meeting, but perhaps fairly typical of some of the spankings I’ve given.  No real exaggerations here!

Enjoying the moment

By The Sensual Spanker

Copyright Graycarl Erotic Stories

Nicki was in trouble. She knew that. She was meeting a guy for the first time and she was going to get spanked. That much was clear – but for how hard or how long she didn’t know. They’d corresponded for an age before she’d plucked up the courage – not because she didn’t want the meeting to take place but because she was reasonably happily married, although her husband didn’t carry her sex drive, nor was he really into spanking. Sure he spanked her now and then at her prompting, but he wasn’t really turned on by it and she knew she was always in control. Somehow she needed something more, something outside her control.  She was also meeting him well away from her home town.  Both travelled a great deal and the fact that their trips were going to co-incide made the decision for her.  It was obviously fated that they should meet.

She had rationalised in her own mind that she’d let Charles (that was the guy she was meeting) spank her and maybe masturbate her to orgasm, a compliment she was happy to repay, but she wouldn’t have proper sex. That somehow made her feel less guilty about deceiving her husband. However she knew how much she was turned on by being spanked and was worried that when it came to it she wouldn’t be able to resist. They had discussed this over their computer link and he agreed – but when it came to it perhaps he wouldn’t be able to stop either?

She was tingling all over when she entered the rendezvous – the bar of the hotel where Charles had booked a room. She nearly turned round and left there and then. Her knees were shaking, her throat was dry, but this was more than compensated for by a dampness of excitement she could feel in her panties. ‘I’ve come so far’ she thought – ‘I’ll never forgive myself if I duck out now’.

‘Nicki?’ A tall fairly good looking middle aged man came over towards her smiling tentatively. He had bright blue eyes, a kind face and a nice smile she thought.

‘Charles’ – it came out almost as a croak she was so nervous. He smiled some more and gave her a kiss on the cheek and guided her over to a secluded table – not that there were many other peoplee in the bar at 3 o’clock in the afternoon.

He could sense her nervousness and offered her a drink. She asked for a vodka and tonic – a double. Dutch courage.

He went over to the bar and ordered her vodka and tonic and a gin and tonic for himself. He brought them over and sat down opposite her.

‘Wasn’t sure if you’d come’ he said smiling

‘I wasn’t sure either’ croaked Nicki downing her vodka. She shook her head as she felt the alcohol warm her. She put the glass down on the table. ‘Could I have another’ she said.

Charles smiled and went and got another from the bar – ‘No more after this’ he said. ‘I don’t want you passing out on me. Might reduce the impact of your spanking’ he said this with a wide grin.

They made small talk to get each at ease with the other – not too difficult Nicki found.  He seemed self confident and, maybe helped by the two vodkas she somehow felt that this meeting was perfectly normal and that to be spanked by him was the most natural thing in the world.  And she adored his English accent and his self-effacing and teasing sense of humour.  He also told her she was beautiful and that he was going to spank her naked at which Nicki blushed right down to her breasts and felt yet another tingling in the pit of her stomach and in her loins.

She did venture to ask for another drink – Charles demurred and instead passed her the key to his room and told her to go and wait there for him.  

She did as she was told.  The room was large and nicely furnished, with a huge king size bed.  She looked around it.  He had suits and trousers  hanging in the closets.  Clean shirts and underwear were folded on the dresser as were several ties, rolled up into neat little balls.  Englishmen and ties – somehow this made her giggle.  She’d seen that somewhere on the net, but she couldn’t remember where.

She turned as she heard the door open.  Charles stood there smiling at her.  ”Had time to consider all those misdemeanours you’re going to get punished for?”  She tried to say something, but the words didn’t quite come out.  She knew the moment of truth had arrived.

He went and sat on the bed and beckoned her over to him.  He took her by the hand and guided her over his knee.  ”Right Nicki – this is where the fun begins!”

So saying he started to spank her over her clothing, quite hard, but nothing too painful. Nicki was already getting into it. And she could feel Charles was too, his penis pressing into her hips through his trousers. She smiled to herself. This was fun so far. She felt him lifting her skirt. The spanks intensified and began to hurt a little. He stopped and fondled her bottom and pulled her panties down and then continued to spank her until she squirmed over his knee. He stopped.

‘OK Nicki. Now you’ve had the warm-up. Its time to take off all your clothes’

Nicki hesitated. She was a little self conscious about her fuller figure, although being naked in front of another person didn’t specifically worry her, but did as she was told. She stripped off completely doing it as seductively as she could.  The very act was exciting. Her long red hair tumbled around her bare shoulders.  She watched him look her up and down – he seemed appreciative.  He moved towards her and fondled her ample breasts.  As his fingers brushed her nipples she could feel they were hard and standing out and a tingle went right through her body.  ”Very nice” he said.

‘Go and kneel on the bed with your bottom in the air – and your legs apart’

Nicki assumed the requested position and watched Charles as he came up behind her and tensed for the next spank, but instead of the spank she felt his fingers caressing her pussy, fondling, stroking. She could feel herself coming and still he continued. She came hard. He still carried on until she got on another high and kept her there for a bit.

‘Now the real spanking begins’ he said.

She watched as he went over to the dressing table and picked up a large wooden hairbrush, a canvas shoe, a long strange implement which she knew from reading erotic stories he had written was probably his chinese shoehorn, and a fairly heavy looking belt. He laid these down on the bed beside her increasing her internal tension. The implements all looked capable of imparting a lot of pain. She was looking forward to it, but wasn’t. She knew it would hurt. She wanted it to hurt, but she didn’t know how much she could take. He hadn’t mentioned anything like a safeword – he had said he didn’t believe in them and that the true sensual spanker could judge by body language whether the spankee was approaching her limits or not. Comforting in some respects, but still a little worrying on a first occasion. But the element of  fear was heightening the sexual tension. She felt wet again.

He picked up the shoehorn and she tensed her bottom waiting for the impact. But the impact when it came was not on her bottom, but a sharp flick to her pussy up between her legs. It imparted a totally different kind of pain – sharp as it connected with this very sensitive area. She gasped out loud, and then felt a warmth flow through her. She desperately wanted another to see if the same effect continued. She moved her legs a little wider apart as an invitation. He obliged . Three or four more sharp flicks and then she felt his fingers caressing her again. She reached orgasm really quickly. She heard him laugh.

“I think you enjoyed that” he said. “Yes I did” Nicki gasped. “Well maybe we’ll try some more of that later. Now I’ve got a larger target to deal with” She sensed his smile.

He then gave her six quite hard spanks with the shoehorn across her bare bottom. It stung like crazy.

“Which would you like to try next?” he said. Belt, shoe or hairbrush?”

Nicki chose the shoe as seeming the most innocuous.

“Bad mistake” she heard him say and she knew he was grinning as he said it.

He picked up the shoe.

“I think this is something I should use over my knee again” he said. Seems like that kind of implement.. He sat on the bed and Nicki got up and positioned herself across his lap again.

“I’m going to give you 20 with this” he said – not hard, but I’ll give it a break half way – I think you might need it.”

He brought the shoe down on her right cheek with a sharp slap which sounded like a rifle shot. Pain shot through Nicki’s bottom She didn’t think a shoe could hurt so much. She bucked over his knee. She wasn’t sure she could take 10, let alone 20.

“Told you it was a mistake” he said. This is a karate shoe and has a fairly solid rubber sole with little knobbles all over it – very effective on naughty ladies”

Then he proceeded to give her another nine strokes, alternating cheeks and allowing time for the pain from the previous stroke to just about dissipate before he gave her the next.

Nicki hung on. This hurt, but somehow she wanted him to hurt her. She had already sensed he wouldn’t go too far.

The first phase ended leaving her bottom sore and hot. He started to fondle it, rubbing it gently.

“Wow your bottom is hot” he said as he carried on caressing it. Nicki moved her legs wide apart hoping he would pay her wet again pussy some further attention. He duly obliged, his probing fingers rapidly finding her clitoris and bringing her to yet another climax. She writhed over his knee with the pleasure. He continued massaging keeping her orgasm going and going until she could virtually take no more and clamped her legs together. He removed his hand.

“Oh ready for the next ten then?” he said

Nicki shook her head – but to no avail. He picked up the shoe again and started to spank her again. She realised he wasn’t spanking as hard, but he was spanking her quicker and she squirmed and bucked some more. This was hurting a lot. She felt tears in her eyes. But it was over quickly. He stood her up and gave her a huge cuddle.

“Now its not fair you’re having all the fun” he said smiling. ” I think you should undress me.”

She unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it back on his shoulders, easing it down over his arms. His chest was fairly hairy – a mixture of white and golden red hair. She unbuttoned his belt and dropped his trousers to the floor. He was standing there in blue boxer shorts, his penis thrusting out. She knelt and pulled down his boxers and fondled his erect penis and balls. She slid her mouth over his penis cupping his balls in her hand. She licked and sucked at it and could feel him trembling. He held her head to him preventing her moving it for a moment.

“Don’t want to come yet” he said. “more spanking yet and then we’ll see”

She looked up at him smiling. The whole afternoon was terrific. OK her bottom hurt, and would hurt some more before he finished, but it was worth it.

He pulled her upright and put her over his knee again as he picked up the hairbrush. Nicki knew this was going to hurt. He gave her six hard and rapid spanks with it. Probably all she could have taken. Wow her bottom hurt. He rubbed it and it felt better.

“OK – the belt now. You’d better get back up on the bed. You need the set to complete the various sensations” He grinned.

Nicki did as she was told. She knelt back on the bed, her legs apart again as he picked the belt up.

Swish – she heard it coming and the end smacked across her bottom. Another kind of pain altogether. The next shot the end of the belt flicked her anus and that hurt. The following one curled between her legs and flicked her pussy – right on the clitoris. It made her squeal. He gave her another six or seven. Nicki wasn’t counting. He then put the belt down and pushed her down on the bed and lay down beside her holding her in his arms. He stroked her sore bottom, he nuzzled her breasts until her nipples went hard and erect  again – actually in no time at all. He guided her hands down towards his erect penis and Nicki massaged and fondled that. He kissed her breasts and turned her on her back moving his hand down over her stomach to her pubic regions, massaging the inside of her thighs, gently drawing his fingers across her pussy just touching lightly again and again. Nicki felt herself going moist yet again as his fingers found her clitoris rubbing it gently.

‘God, how many times is he going to make me come’ she thought. And come she did, over and over again as he combined fondling between her wide-apart legs and her breasts and nipples, squeezing them here, biting them lightly there.

She willed him to come inside her, although she knew that was something they’d agreed not to do, but he didn’t, although she knew she would have let him if he had tried. But she really wanted to pleasure him in return for the pleasure and pain he’d given her. So she went down on him, licking his penis up and down and easing it into her mouth. Sliding her mouth up and down the erect shaft until she felt he was near to coming. She stopped and slid up his body kissing him.

“I want to watch you come she said” as she stroked his penis with her hand and fondled his balls.

She stroked his shaft gently, running her fingers around the crown, gazing into his eyes. He was grimacing like he was in agony and she knew he was almost there and squeezed his penis tight feeling it pulse as the sperm tried to escape and couldn’t from the pressure she was exerting. Then she let go and watched as the sperm flew out after its pressure buildup. It actually spurted up over his shoulder. He shuddered again as he continued to come until, with a gasp, he relaxed. “Whooo. That was quite an orgasm” he said.

Nicki just smiled and cuddled him tight. There was still a lot of time left before she had to go. He’d promised her another pussy spanking and she was going to hold him to that as this was a new sensation she could do with enjoying more of – and how she’d pass off the marks that must still be on her fair skinned bottom when she got home – well she’d cross that hurdle only if and when the question was asked. ‘Enjoy the moment’ she thought as he fondled his now limp penis. How long would it take before it started to rise again? She hoped soon!

How it all began – maybe!

A story telling you all how my real interest in spanking began – or perhaps it’s all fantasy – you decide.  one for you music lovers out there:

How it all began –

Well, I was living in London’s Barbican which, as well as being a residential apartment complex has theatres, a magnificent concert hall, cinemas, restaurants and one of London’s best public libraries. It is on the fringe of the City of London square mile (in other words the city’s Central Business District). I was recently divorced – my wife and I had drifted apart. We are still friends, but living together wasn’t working. The divorce was as amicable as these things can be – we were both professionals with reasonable earnings power, and had never had children; so the additional trauma of sorting out custody did not arise. I chose to live in London – hence the Barbican apartment – while my ex-wife continued to live in the country, although we had sold our four to five bedroom house to enable us both to set up in separate properties.

I had chosen a two bedroomed flat in the Barbican complex. For those of you not familiar with it, it is not the most beautiful of structures, but works really well as a place to live. It is almost crime-free – a real bonus these days – and there is a host of local eateries – and is ten minutes walk from my office.

After about a year of Barbican living, I was finding it a bit of a struggle to pay my mortgage and decided that maybe I could supplement this by taking in paying guests for cash. I decided that the Barbican’s theatres and concert hall might well provide a source of potential customers, and checking out the future programme wrote to all the touring companies and orchestras who were due to perform in the next six months. I thought the prospect of being able to stagger a few yards to one’s bed after a draining performance on the theatre or concert stage might appeal to some of the performers.

To cut a long story short, it did appeal. My rates were way below those of hotels, which are actually few and far between in the area, and I was managing to fill the spare room for probably five or six nights a month, sometimes more. What’s more the artistes who came to stay were a fascinating bunch of people. I had very few guests who I did not take to – and the occasional lady guest who I seemed to hit it off with exceptionally well which, in some delightful cases, had actually made the use of the spare room redundant. As I was not looking for any kind of long term relationship this suited me extremely well.

One of the ladies I had hit it off with was second violin with a well-known northern orchestra. Lorna, for this was her name, originally stayed four nights with me one autumn, and we ended up in bed together on the final night. She was delightful. She was in her mid 30s, nice slim figure, dark hair, small breasts. I didn’t get much sleep that night. I hadn’t had sex for about six weeks, and I don’t think she had for even longer. We both made up for lost time. Anyway, when it came for her to leave, we parted sadly, but we had both noted that her orchestra would be back again in December for a series of Christmas concerts and she arranged to come and stay for six nights this time – as my guest. As she left she asked me what, at the time, seemed to be a strange question. It was “Are you into spanking?”. My immediate reaction was to respond “No, why do you ask?” “Oh, no reason” she said smiling sweetly kissing me on the lips passionately as I saw her into her taxi to Kings Cross.

When I got back to my flat, I pondered the question deeply. In truth I had always had an interest in spanking – ever since I was a little boy. I had almost certainly totally suppressed the interest as an adult and it had almost, but not quite, disappeared from my psyche. It was only thinking about Lorna’s question that brought it back, accompanied by a tingling in the loins. This worried me a little as spanking seemed to smack (pardon the expression!) of perversion and I didn’t consider myself a pervert.

Lorna and I kept in touch by phone – and then by e-mail after I had acquired a home computer and had connected it to the internet. Eventually I plucked up the courage to ask her – by e-mail – about her spanking comment. Her response was that sometimes she found spanking a turn-on and that if I was even slightly interested she could point me to a couple of newsgroups with spanking content. I should read some of the stories on these and then let her know what my reaction was.

Needless to say, I found a lot of the stories extremely arousing. Somehow the thought of having a bare female bottom exposed over my knee and being subjected to a good pinkening by my hand had my penis up and hard in no time at all.

With some embarrassment I reported this back to Lorna who approved. By this time it was late November, only two weeks away from her next visit. She confessed that she liked the idea of being spanked by me, and of being spanked particularly hard if she’d made a mistake during a concert. It all went back to her music teacher when she was a teenager. He probably should have been locked up as a child abuser, but Lorna still wouldn’t hear anything against him. He had obviously made quite an impact on her. Apparently it had all started with a couple of very light spankings on her fully clothed bottom. She was fifteen at the time – an impressionable age – and probably had a crush on the teacher who was a violinist with another major orchestra. One thing had led to another, and on her sixteenth birthday he’d lifted her apparently very short skirt, pulled her panties down, and spanked her until she’d cried buckets over a pathetic attempt at a Grade 7 set piece. He’d then hugged her, wiping her tears away – and took her virginity on the sofa in his room.

From then on she was spanked – and fucked – virtually every music lesson, until one day, when she arrived early for a lesson she saw, through the window, that he had another girl she knew bare bottomed across his knee getting the same treatment. She rushed off sobbing and organised a new teacher. This time a matronly lady who took her through Grade 8 at which she achieved a distinction. She then studied at the world famous Chetham’s School of Music in Manchester and was one of the few graduates to get straight into an orchestra where she’d been playing ever since. She did say she’d had a number of relationships since then, but somehow they never quite came up to the excitement of her initial sexual experiences until she’d been seduced at an after-concert party by a visiting conductor from London. She’d gone back to his room and, in a slightly drunken state, had succumbed to his using his baton on her bare bottom. The subsequent sex was the best she’d had for some years, but never repeated. The conductor, she found out later, was renowned for his one night stands with comely members of the orchestras for which he was visiting conductor. The next day he’d hardly acknowledged her existence.

I have to admit that some of the images expressed in her story I found to be a huge turn-on and could hardly wait for her arrival. Anyway, the day came – a Sunday – and I met her off the train at Kings Cross. In the taxi back to the flat I told her that her imagery had turned me on to such an extent that I was going to put her across my knee the moment I had her across the threshold. She leant over and gave me a passionate kiss in the back of the cab, and her glorious long violinist’s fingers played with my cock through my trousers until I almost came and had to push her hand away. “There’ll be plenty of time for that when we get to my flat”. “But I remember you really liked me playing with your cock last time we met” she said. Well that was perfectly true. Have you ever watched a lady violinist playing one of those pieces where the bow is moved rapidly in multiple short strokes up and down, the bow held between thumb and forefinger and the palm half open. Well she’d played with cock like that. Whoo. I could hardly wait for her to do that again.

The taxi arrived at the Barbican and I took her into the block through the fireman’s entrance on street level, up to the third floor and then to my flat. True to my word, I hardly had her through the door before I had my hand up her skirt and her panties round her ankles. I gave her a long, long kiss and hauled her over my knee as I sat down on my settee. I didn’t spank her hard, but I did spank her long, interspersed with massage of her clitoris. I think it took her about four minutes to come the first time, and I lost count after about half an hour by which time her bottom was bright scarlet and she was making continuous little moaning noises. I was as hard as a rock. She rolled off my knee and undid my trousers and had my cock in her mouth almost in a single movement. She licked me up and down and then sucked on my balls while doing that brilliant violinists movement of her hand rapidly up and down my cock. I had to stop her again as I didn’t want to come yet and stood up. She carried on massaging my balls as I did so. I let my trousers fall to the floor and stepped out of them and as we moved to the bedroom disrobed from my shirt, hopped to the bed pulling off my socks and collapsed naked on it, pulling her down beside me. I unzipped her skirt and unbuttoned her top and slid both off. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

Another delightful thing I’d learned about Lorna on our last meeting was that I could make her come just playing with her nipples – and I did – several times playing just with her nnipples and sometimes with one hand on her nipples and the other on her ever moist clit. All good things have to come to an end, so eventually I grabbed a condom, eased it on and entered her fully. I pushed her back with her legs up and wide apart so I could go in deep and she came three more times in rapid succession, and I matched her on the third.

We lay in each other’s arms. Lorna drifted off to sleep for half an hour or so, and then we showered together. The shower in my flat is over the bathtub – but it’s a very big bath, and a very powerful shower. Lorna took the showerhead off its stand and played it directly on my cock, the hot water spray on a massage setting being very stimulating indeed. She delighted as my cock rose to become fully erect again, knelt down and took it in her mouth. I played with her breasts and nipples and she came again, but this time so did I. She sensed I was coming and did the final stimulation with those glorious fingers of hers letting the seminal fluid pulse over her breasts and down her body. She rubbed it into her nipples groaning. I think she came yet again.

We finished washing – somewhat less passionately now. I cooked her some dinner – it was about 8 pm, finished a bottle of wine and went to bed early. We were still both pretty spent, so went off to sleep in each other’s arms.

I slept well – I awoke at about 6.30 the next morning with Lorna’s right leg laid across my body. She was still asleep. I gently ran my fingers up the inside of her leg, trying not to wake her, but interested to see if very light stimulation would have an effect on her subconscious. My fingers played with her pussy, very very gently. She started stirring, still asleep I think. Her hips moved up and down as I continued the stimulation. I think she woke up and came almost simultaneously. “What a way to be woken up” she said smiling as she cuddled up tight.

“Will you do me a favour?” she said. “Depends what it is” I replied. “I want you to spank me very hard” she said. “I want to remember last night, and this morning, all through my rehearsals today and a sore bottom on a hard seat will do that well. They won’t be able to wipe the smile off my face all day”.

I wasn’t sure about spanking her hard, but she was insistent, and also got me to use something other than my hand. She searched around for something appropriate and came up with an implement I wouldn’t have thought of. I have wooden salad servers. They are a little over a foot long, made of polished pine and widen out to about 2 ½ inch wide serving ends with a flat back. I gave myself a gentle tap on my bottom with one of them and that hurt!

“I want you to put me across your knee and give me fifty hard spanks with that – and no mercy” she said. “I want you to make me cry”.

I did give her her fifty spanks and I did make her cry after about ten. It must have really hurt. However I did make her come as well. That bright red bottom over my knee – bits turning purple – was such a turn-on for me that I couldn’t resist massaging her pussy after about fifteen spanks and again after thirty five spanks. When the fifty were up and her bottom was more purple than red she threw her arms around me, tears coursing down her cheeks and kissed me more passionately than I think I had ever experienced. I led her back to the bed and we made love passionately.

When we had finished it was back to the shower again. Lorna showed me her bottom which was a horrendous patchwork of purple splodges making me feel very guilty indeed. How could I have done that to her. I started to apologise, but she told me not to. “It was what I really needed” she said. But I continued to feel guilty about it as I could see she winced slightly as she walked.

Her rehearsals started at 10 giving us time for breakfast. I squeezed some oranges for fresh orange juice and cooked eggs and bacon and toast. We were both ravenous. Sex makes you hungry.

So commenced my first week of spanking – something that has guided me ever since. I spanked Lorna daily through the week, sometimes hard, sometimes more gently. If she came back from a concert or rehearsal and reported she’s played badly, or had made mistakes, she wanted her hard spankings. How her poor bottom took it I didn’t know. But the activity always aroused me strongly. I don’t think I had ever had so much sex in such a short period of time in my life.

At the end of the week Lorna went back to Newcastle, leaving an awful hole in my life. She had her own life up there. I could hardly wait for her next visit to London.

How to tell a significant other you may be interested in being spanked

Another very erotic spanking story:  Well its a theory at least – story was prompted by finding a group of bdsm novels/short stories tucked away in a bookshop at London’s Gatwick airport.  Hope you enjoy the idea…………

A Novel Idea

How do you let someone know that you want to be upended over his knee and given a thorough spanking. I’ve had enough trouble admitting it to myself, let alone to someone else. Yes I know a lot of men like the idea of giving their women spankings, but what if YOUR man isn’t one of them. If I admit this desire perhaps he will be put off me. That’s my dilemma.

Peter is a great guy. We have great sex. But somehow something’s lacking. I’ve read a few stories on the internet about consensual spankings – even about non consensual spankings – and boy do they turn me on? How do I get Pete to do it to ME.

I’ve tried being bratty in the hope he’ll lose his rag. He doesn’t. He’s an equable sort of guy – and I start getting worried the bratty act will put him off me too. Its not really me. I’ve tried dropping subtle hints – but perhaps they are too subtle.

It was when I was travelling out of Gatwick Airport I found the answer. I was browsing in the Books Etc. bookshop in the airport when I found a couple of shelves of erotic novels in a far dark corner. Initially I didn’t realise what they were and pulled one with an interesting title out to glance through. On reading the blurb on the back I realised this was a novel about domination and while it didn’t seem to my taste I furtively checked out a few of the others, all the time looking around to make sure no-one could see me checking out this embarrassing material. If anyone else seemed to be coming near this section I moved away and pretended to be reading something from somewhere else.

The third booked I picked up claimed to be about sensual spanking. Now I had to summon up the courage to purchase it. I sort of disguised it with a second mainstream crime novel and went to the checkout. Well I didn’t immediately – there seemed to be too many people around it – I waited for a hiatus in purchasing and strode up to the counter, proffering the two books. I was blushing furiously when I passed them over, but the lady assistant didn’t seem to turn a hair at my purchase. I made sure they were in a bag so no-one else could see them.

I was on a fairly short flight – to Genoa and found myself in a seat with no-one next to me so got a chance to read the book without anyone else seeing. The heroine managed to get herself thoroughly spanked, fingered, massaged and screwed four times in the first twenty-five pages. God it made me horny. I finished the book in my hotel room that evening and managed to masturbate to orgasm twice, but could I have done with the real thing? I even tried spanking myself with a leather belt, but it only made me crave for a man to wield it.

When I got home a couple of days later, I left the book out in the bedroom. Peter was an avid nighttime reader and I knew he’d pick it up at some time. It took a couple of days for him to find it and when he did I really got butterflies in my stomach. He started to page through it, then he looked at me, looked back at the book and started to read in earnest. When he’d got through about ten pages (two spankings I estimated), he leaned up and looked at me and said “Jenny, do you find this stuff arousing?” I admitted that I did.

“Well so do I – very” he responded. “But do you want me to do this kind of thing to you, or is it just fantasy?”

“I think I’d like to try it a little” I said hesitantly, but I think he knew, and I certainly knew, that I’d like to try it a lot.

“OK” he said. “I’m all for it, but you’re going to have one sore bottom” I almost came at the thought. Just thinking about it set my loins on fire.

“I’m going to take this book as a guide – we’ll go through every spanking in it. If you still want to be spanked after all that then we’ll invent a few things of our own. But – if you agree to start, you’ve got to agree to do every one. By the way how many spankings are there in this book?”

“About thirty” I said – “and about 300 orgasms”

“Whew – some going. Well we’ll start right now – looks like I don’t need anything too special for this one, but looks like I’m going to need to buy a few things for some of the others”. He started paging through the book, a wicked smile on his face. “I think I know where I can buy a riding crop OK, but handcuffs, nipple clamps, a birch, a cane and what the hell’s a flogger?. Think I’m going to have to do some research. But this looks OK, a hairbrush and a slipper”

“Now Jenny, go and get the clothesbrush from the hall – it’ll do instead of the hairbrush – and one of my old leather slippers from the cupboard and present yourself back here over my knee in two minutes.”

My butterflies had turned to kittens! I remembered that the first spanking the heroine had suffered was very hard and very painful as it was described. Would Peter spank me as hard? Half of me hoped he would, while the other half was terrified.

I dashed downstairs and retrieved the clothesbrush. I didn’t like the look of it at all. It was shiny brown wood with a long handle. I slapped my bottom with it gently as I came back up the stairs – even that stung. Applied by a 6ft male with some power. God what was I letting myself in for.

I got the slipper from the cupboard as well. Peter was sitting on the bed stark naked – he always went to bed with nothing on. He looked like the cat who had swallowed the cream and his penis was protruding upright from his lap. He had the book open next to him.

“Over my knee” he said.

I did as I was told. As in the book he started with a handspanking and massage between my legs. I came so fast and so hard it surprised him. “Hold on” he said. “That wasn’t in the book. You’re not supposed to come until the slipper”

“A bonus” I said

And then it was time for the slipper.

“My mum used to slipper me when I was a little boy” he said, “and hell did it hurt?” So saying he gave me twenty spanks very hard with the slipper across my poor unprotected bottom. (He’d already pulled my nightie up). At the end I was beginning to wish I hadn’t given him the damn book. My bottom was throbbing, I already had tears in my eyes – and I still had the hairbrush (sorry clothesbrush) to come. But then he started massaging my poor bottom easing the sting out of it.

“God your bottom’s hot” he said. I could hear him turning a page over in the book – “but not half as hot as its going to be” I could sense the wicked smile on his face.

He carried on rubbing my bottom and then between the legs. It felt terrific again as I built up to the second orgasm. He kept me just there for an age. Wow. What a sensation. When I came my head seemed to leave my body it was so strong.

“Sounds like you liked that” he said. “Be quiet or you’ll scare the dog”

I couldn’t think of any sharp retort, my pussy was still hot and he was still massaging it. He got me well aroused again and then I felt him pick up the clothesbrush. I clenched my buttocks against the pain that was certain to come. How many I thought. I seemed to remember the heroine took twenty before collapsing in floods of tears in the book. Well I wasn’t going to cry I thought.

I thought wrong. God the clothesbrush hurt. Peter, the bastard, gave me the full twenty spanks and hard. I was shouting for him to stop after about six. He paid no attention. I tried to get off his lap, but he held me in place. I was in agony. Then it was over. This time it took ages for his comforting hand to soothe the pain in my bottom, but it did to an extent. The probing between my legs also took longer to have an effect – but it did as I rose to another orgasmic high, bucking around as I came violently yet again.

“Now its my turn” said Peter, lying back on the bed, his penis sticking straight up. I knew what I had to do – I’d read the script.

I slid my lips over the end of his penis and massaged and squeezed his balls, licking the shaft, sliding it in and out of my mouth. When he was near to coming I stopped. I did this three or four times, getting heavily aroused myself despite the continuing pain in my bottom. Then I climbed on, easing his penis into my vagina and rode him gently until I could feel myself coming. I increased the tempo and watched Peter’s face. He always made a face like he was in agony when he came and as soon as I saw that expression starting I bounced up and down rapidly. We came together. I could feel the ejaculate spurting inside. God I felt good.

We cuddled and kissed for an age. I stood up.

“Better go and have a look at your bottom” said Peter. I turned and looked in the mirror. It was red for the most part with purple and vicious purply green splodges. “I think you’re going to wear you battle honours for several days” said Peter as he turned to the book again. “Oh but you’re due another spanking tomorrow morning” he said smiling.

Tomorrow morning! I knew I couldn’t take another one so soon although I started to get wet again at the thought.

“Can’t we just do the sex part tomorrow morning” I said in a pleady sort of voice.

To my surprise Peter concurred, but I think that was because he was a little frightened by the colour my bottom had gone.

“OK, but we’re going to go through this book as promised. I’ll just lengthen the timescale”

I cuddled up beside him in bed. My bottom was throbbing, but somehow I slept better than I had done in ages – to be woken by Peter kissing my pussy at dawn.

“This is the sex bit after the next spanking you haven’t had” he said between mouthfuls.

What a nice way to be woken up!

A fantasy about spanking a flight attendant!

Guess its about time I wrote another story.  This one followed on from a lengthy, spanking-based, correspondence with a lady flight attendant working out of Las Vegas.  My idea of what might have happened if  we had ever met – I wish!!  Anyway this one is for ladies who liked being spanked fairly hard and long.  I certainly find it an arousing story – just re-proofreading it had an effect!  I’d love to know if any ladies out there find it as stimulating – or even stimulating at all!  If so do come and visit if you ever come to good old London England *grin*  Here goes – enjoy.

Fly Me

By the Sensual Spanker – All rights reserved

I was flying from Vegas to New York on the redeye when I first noticed her. Tall, slim, auburn haired, efficient. She was the first class flight attendant. I’d always had a weakness for women in uniforms – but she was something special, although maybe the three g&t’s were colouring my judgement as I lay back in my seat trying to grab some sleep. But my mind kept on returning to the attractive lady whose job was to look after my every need – and those of the other seven first class passengers on the flight.  OK, maybe the ‘every need’ was wishful thinking.

We’d had our principal meal service, and I’d been fighting a losing battle with my idea of sleep. I got up to stretch my legs in the darkened cabin. The other passengers were all asleep or trying to sleep. I walked to the galley at the front of the cabin to ask for a drink of water and hung around to chat.

Her name was Kate and she lived in Vegas and was in her thirties. The talk turned into a mild flirtation – well sometimes these things do. Lots of direct eye contact to the extent that I felt there might be something interesting here. I am married – have been for thirty years – and while the marriage is a comfortable relationship it is largely sexless these days and I feel relatively free to play around a little as long as no-one gets hurt in the process. Extensive travel gives me certain opportunities in this respect – and certainly helps make business trips much more pleasurable in more ways than one!

Anyway, I digress. At some point Kate bent down to extract something or other from one of the galley compartments. Her skirt stretched tight across her butt and she saw me staring at it. She smiled. “Nice butt huh?” she said unselfconsciously. I gave her a broad smile back in agreement.

“I’ve been told by one guy I met that it was ‘very spankable’” she said. “Do you consider that a complimentary remark?”

I could hardly believe my ears and my heart suddenly seemed to beating a little harder. There was a noticeable – to me – twitch in my loins. That was hardly an unsuggestive remark – she certainly wasn’t that naïve. How should I respond. I suppose to someone who wasn’t interested in spanking it could have been taken as a flirty throwaway remark. But I am interested in spanking. I find having a lady’s bare bottom over my knee, and turning it pink an extreme turn-on. To me spanking as foreplay is one of my favourite activities.

I guess my smile just widened. I must have been like the Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. “Oh, I’d definitely agree with that statement” I said – and yes it is definitely complimentary.

She looked deep into my eyes, smiling all the time. Her eyes were green and gorgeous. My loins did a little more than twitch. Her eyes travelled down my body. She saw that I was getting aroused and smiled again.

“Looks like I’ve hit the spot” she said with a broad smile. I, on the other hand, was a little embarrassed.

I looked back down the cabin to see if anyone was listening. No-one was stirring and we were keeping our voices down.

“Well I’d certainly love to spank it” I said, almost choking on my words. “And much more I added” sotto voce. She just smiled at me again. “Are you staying in New York?” she said.

“Yes, I’m at the Marriott Marquis on Times Square” I replied. “How about you? Do you stop over?”

“Yes I do. I’m there ’til early tomorrow morning and we also stay over in Manhattan. You can buy me lunch if you like?”

I had planned a quiet day ahead because of the redeye. My only business meeting was to be in the afternoon and as it was with a good friend I knew it could be rescheduled at short notice.

“As long as I can get into my room OK so early, just give me a call and come over whenever you like. All I had planned was a nap this morning – and meeting you would be so much more interesting than that.”

“OK” she said.

I really couldn’t believe my good fortune. I was heading into New York. I already had an assignation with a very attractive lady who certainly appeared to be interested in being spanked – and in my book that usually meant was interested in a long drawn out spanking and sex session.

The call bell buzzed – one of the other passengers needed servicing. I grinned to myself at the thought that hopefully I was going to get well and truly serviced when I got to New York. What an airline!

While she was off attending to the passenger I checked in my pockets and found one of my business cards and the hotel details and scrawled the number of the Marriott Marquis on the back. When she came back I gave her the card – “Just so you don’t forget” I said. “And, of course so you know my name if, and hopefully when, you call me.”

“I know your name Mr Carlisle” she said. “You are in First Class you know – not just another anonymous passenger”

“Charles” I said – “not Mr Carlisle”

“Oh, I think for a spanking you should be Mr Carlisle” she said “Maybe Charles afterwards though” The smile cut through me again and the green eyes flashed.

Well even if nothing came of it and she turned out to be a tease, which I didn’t think she was, it would still have been an enjoyable and stimulating flight, I thought.

Passengers were beginning to wake up and want coffee etc. so Kate got a little busier. I returned to my seat with a coffee and sat contemplating the day ahead. Kate served breakfast with a smile – complete with a glass of buck’s fizz ‘to help set me up for the day ahead’ she said with another of her broad smiles. I was in heaven.

We landed at La Guardia – already chaotic at around 7 a.m. and after saying goodbye and a whispered “see you later” to Kate I caught a cab to the hotel. As I rode up to the sixth floor lobby at the Marquis I was praying that the hotel wasn’t full and that I wasn’t going to have to wait for a room to be cleaned before I could occupy it.

As it happened, check in went smoothly and I was quickly into my room on the 28th floor. Not large, but it had a nice king size bed and was comfortably equipped – even had high speed internet access available I noted. I had hardly started to unpack when the phone rang. It was Kate.

“You’ve got a room already? Great. I haven’t” she rushed out. “The hotel we stay in is full – they don’t think we’ll be able to get into our rooms ’til 11 at the earliest. I’m only about three blocks away from you – can I come over now and use your shower?   I really need a shower to get me going for the day”

Talk about manna from heaven. I gave her my room number and had just about enough time to call my friend’s office and put my afternoon appointment off before I heard a knock at the door – and there was Kate in her uniform, towing her flight bag behind her.

I let her in. “Glad you could come” I said rather stiltedly.

“Oh I hope I’m going to cum lots” she said with a wide grin.

“You’re a wicked lady” I said

“So spank me” she replied pressing herself against me.

She rubbed even harder against me as she felt how aroused I was.

I closed the door and pulled her and her bag over to the bed and had her over my knee in no time at all. I told you women in uniforms were a turn on for me anyway and to spank one still in a uniform  (even if not for long) – well that was a true delight.

She lay over my knee having kicked her shoes off. I started spanking her over her uniform skirt with my hand and quickly moved to lift her skirt up and continued a little harder over her pantyhose. She moved her legs apart and I rubbed her between them. She sighed. I moved my hand up and slid it down inside her pantyhose rapidly finding the wetness between her legs. I probed and massaged with my fingers gently rubbing her clit until she came hard and loud. I carried on massaging and she stayed on a high, writhing across my knee.

I stopped and stood her up. “These are going to have to come down” I said. “Yes Mr Carlisle sir! She replied as she undid her skirt and stepped out of it and then took down her pantyhose. She wasn’t wearing panties. I could smell the slightly musty smell of arousal on her as she stripped off her lower garments and stood before me smiling as I looked at her naked from the waist down. She was shaved and her pussy lips were bright pink and flushed.

“And the rest” I said.

She took her blouse and bra off unselfconsciously and stood before me completely naked apart from a gold chain round her neck and another one round her left ankle.

She had a great figure and knew it. Her breasts were small to medium in size and firm with large areolas and her nipples were standing out firmly. I stood up and kissed her on her nipples. I felt her shudder as I did this and she sighed. I eased her back over my knee and spanked her naked butt a little harder and gave her some more pussy massage. She came again and then again almost immediately her legs writhing and tightening together between orgasms.

“How hard do you like?” I said

“Hard” she replied. “I like to know I’ve been spanked”

I stood her up again.

“OK” I said. “I’m going to spank you in 20s and I’m going to use each of these implements in turn. Its going to hurt and I’m not going to stop until you’ve had your 20 and then we’ll have a little break and some nice massage” I went to my suitcase and returned with my favourite implements – a light stingy hairbrush, a rubber soled karate shoe and my long bamboo Chinese shoehorn.

I put her back over my knee and spanked her hard with the hairbrush until she was wriggling around and her bottom cheeks were glowing. Ten each side. “Ow,ow,ow,ow” she said at the end, but didn’t attempt to move from over my knee. I massaged her through to orgasm again and she seemed to come even harder this time and again stayed up on a high for a long long time. I just love reactive women like this!!

Next was the karate shoe. Now this looks innocuous, but can be nasty. It has a hard rubber sole with little raised knobbles all over it and HURTS. After 20 with that she turned and looked at me. She had tears in her eyes. “God that hurts” she said. “Too much?” I replied. “Almost, but not quite” she smiled back, wiping away a tear.

It did take a little longer to get her to orgasm this time, but when she came this time she shouted out. I hoped they weren’t trying to nap in the next room!

Her bottom was now almost scarlet all over with one or two purple patches where it was beginning to bruise. Well she did want a spanking she’d remember and this would definitely be one of those.

“We’re going to take a break from spanking your bottom” I said and lifted her off my knee. I laid her on the bed on her back. She was smiling through the tears.

“That’s the best spanking I’ve had for years” she said. She felt her bottom and grimaced a little.

“Oh, I haven’t finished yet” I said

I kissed her on the mouth and she responded hard. I started playing with her nipples as I kissed her. I stroked them, squeezed them gently, kissed them. I could feel her responding. She started gasping. I made her orgasm just by playing with them. Not the first woman I’d come across like that, but so nice when it happens. I found I could keep her highly aroused for ages this way.  A gentle squeeze here, tonguing them there, rubbing them between my tongue and my teeth, playing with my fingers on one nipple and my mouth on the other.  She moaned and writhed as I did this.  I guess she quite liked it!!! 

Female sexuality never ceases to amaze me. Sometimes I really wish I had this kind of capability. It knocks the male variety right out of the ring. Female orgasms can last and last it seems and be much more intense than male ones – and for those who achieve multiples they seem to go on for ever.

Well Kate certainly achieved multiples. I lost count. I couldn’t tell where one finished and the next one started. I didn’t like to stop keeping her up there, but I had something else I wanted to try.

“I’m going to give you a pussy spanking” I said.

She looked at me and just smiled.

I moved her legs wide apart and picked up my long bamboo shoehorn. I understand a pussy spanking can be very painful. It is a very sensitive area, but I am also told it is extremely arousing as well. I don’t spank hard there, but the shoehorn stings and is an ideal implement.

I gave her a couple of very light taps with it and she wriggled delightfully and then a couple of harder swats with it which made her draw her legs together and up in the air, before obligingly moving them apart again inviting some more. Instead I massaged her there until she came again – quickly. “That spanking makes it so sensitive” she gasped as she came.

I let her come down again and gave her a couple more spanks and then told her I was going to ‘kiss it better’. I went down on her taking her whole pussy in my mouth tonguing her clit until she bucked and tossed as she came and came again.

I stood up and took my own clothes off. My penis stood out as I knelt beside her. I took her hand and put it on my penis, she fondled it and fondled my balls, drawing me to her, sitting up and closing her mouth over it delightfully. She licked the tip and slid her mouth up and down.

“You don’t get out of the rest of your spanking that easily” I said with a smile. She pouted. I pulled her up from the bed, sat down and hauled her over my knee again. “Only another 20 to go” I said as I picked up the shoehorn again.

The shoehorn is not really a vicious implement, but does sting nicely and I laid into her already sore bottom quite hard with it spreading it from the top of her thighs to the middle of her bottom. I could tell it hurt as she almost tried to wriggle off my knee. “If you do that I’ll start again” I said warningly. She still wriggled as each blow fell, but didn’t try to get away.

After she’d had the promised twenty, she just lay across my knee. I could feel her sobbing gently. I picked her up and kissed the tears away from her eyes. She hugged me tight. “Thank you, thank you” she sobbed.

I massaged her breasts and her pussy and kissed her. She responded rapidly again. After she’d come two or three times more I made her bend over the bed, put on a condom and fucked her slowly from behind to prolong the pleasure for me – and for her. She wriggled her sore bottom against me as I moved in and out until she came again.

“Tell me when you’re going to cum” she said “I want to cum with you”

I wasn’t ready yet, but close. It was so lovely being inside her I wanted to keep doing it, but wanted to come too. At last I knew I wasn’t going to be able to contain myself so I told her I was going to come and as I did she did too with another loud shout. I came too, hard and long – every muscle seemed to tense and relax in sympathy. When I’d finished I just stood there inside her pulling her bottom to me, enjoying the feeling of intensity.

At last I eased myself out and we both lay on the bed in each other’s arms. After what seemed like a delightful age she pushed me away. “I came here to shower” she smiled, but somehow we seemed to get diverted”

“Best diversion I’ve had in years” I said

Well we ended up showering together taking pleasure in soaping each other all over and then drying each other down. I was amazed to see it was almost 2 pm and she’d arrived at my door at about 9.45. We were both feeling hungry so we went to the coffee shop to eat and chat and hold hands.

At the end of lunch she looked at me again and said “I want you to spank me some more” ….

But that’s another story!

A story for those who like harder spankings

A quiet Easter allowing me to contemplate the week ahead when I’ve got a couple of intimate meetings planned with members of the opposite sex.  e’ll see how they go.  The first spanking hasn’t been broached yet so don’t know, but should be a pleasant interlude with or without.

For those who are following my stories, here’s one a lttle different from the others on here so far as this one includes a punishment spanking which I think is pretty severe – but maybe childsplay to some of those seen on the internet – have a look at spankingtube.com for free clips some of which are really severe.  Punishment spankings aren’t really my thing although I have had ladies over my knee who I think I’ve spanked pretty hard and who actually then want more.  But for those who like the more sensual spankings and accompanying sex, they are catered for in this story too – so read on *grin*

And Sister came too

by The Sensual Spanker – all rights reserved.

It certainly was an unusual occurrence. I had made the acquaintance of a lady over the internet through my website. The lady, Joyce, was obviously interested in receiving a spanking, but was naturally exceedingly nervous about actually having it and about meeting a stranger who would perform this particular activity.

She hummed and haaed about an assignation, but eventually agreed to meet – in Las Vegas, which we were both to visit at around the same time – as long as her sister came along to the initial meeting. After some thought I agreed, and so it was that the three of us were sitting at a second storey canal-side cafe in the Venetian hotel to get acquainted.

In some ways a meeting of a threesome was difficult. I wasn’t sure how much Joyce had told her sister (I hadn’t caught her name) about the reason for the meeting – or indeed how much she wanted me to broach the subject, but in the event I needn’t have worried.

Joyce was in her mid 30s – slim dark and attractive and, despite her nervousness was, in reality, full of self confidence. She obviously had confided more than I had anticipated in her sister, who was a little older, a little heavier, but still reasonably attractive. Looks ran in the family I thought. She was obviously deeply suspicious of me and my intentions towards her younger sibling – quite rightly I suppose.

Anyway we each ordered frozen margaritas and a somewhat stilted conversation ensued, largely bordering around the fringes of the subject. But eventually I did bring it to the forefront by asking Joyce exactly what kind of spanking she would like to receive, given that she wanted to go through with this – something I was beginning to think a little unlikely given the elder sister’s obvious disapproval of the whole idea.

“I’ve always fantasised about a real punishment spanking” said Joyce. “I’ve read some of your stories and you don’t always seem to go that far, but somehow the thought of having a spanking totally outside my control is a hell of a turn-on for me.”

Well, punishment spankings aren’t really my thing, although I have given a few in my time, so I took great pains to explain to Joyce what I mean by a punishment spanking, and that far from it being sensual – although I knew it was for some ladies I had met – it was likely to hurt tremendously, and would be something she would remember every time she sat – or looked in the mirror when she was naked for several days. Given that she claimed that she hadn’t been spanked before I thought this might be a sufficient deterrent and maybe she’d decide instead on one of my more sensual spankings.

By this time we were on our third margarita each – and they serve large margaritas at the Venetian! – and maybe it was Dutch courage, but Joyce decided she definitely wanted her punishment spanking. I waited for her sister to dissuade her, but she didn’t – indeed she seemed to think it was a good idea. And when Joyce went off to the ladies room she leant over and said to me “Make sure you really punish the spoilt little bitch”

I looked a little surprised. “Joyce” she said “was always our parent’s favourite. She could do no wrong in our house. Any misdoings were always my fault as I was the older by three years and did she play on that. No she never got a spanking, but I did, several times and it was always because of her. She used to think it funny. And it has continued right through life and I’d just love to see her get her come-uppance for once in her life. By heavens she deserves it.”

Joyce returned, slightly unsteadily, and sat down again. “Right – are we off for my spanking” loudly enough for a couple at the next table to look really hard at us. I paid the bill and led the two ladies out of the Venetian and across the road to the Mirage where I was staying. I wondered how I was going to handle this. I still wanted to dissuade Joyce from her punishment spanking, but then I’d lose the support of her sister and wouldn’t get to spank her at all. Well, I thought, when we get to the hotel and get Joyce up to my room alone there’s enough time to talk some sense into her and maybe downgrade the spanking at least a little.

But instead of stopping off in the casino, Joyce’s sister came up to the room with us. I certainly wasn’t sure about this. Joyce didn’t seem worried though. Well, I assumed sex was out – maybe I would give her a real punishment spanking after all.  I wondered whether her sister would stay and watch – the thought made me excited.  I’d never spanked with an audience before.

The sister went to the bathroom and while she was in there I asked Joyce if she minded her sister being there during her spanking. “Oh, don’t worry” she said – she’ll look after me same as ever. Make sure you don’t spank me too hard – or anything else for that matter. She’s always looked after me – she’s stupid like that. Wouldn’t do it for her, silly cow, but she has her uses.”

Right there and then I decided that a real punishment spanking was warranted. I went over to my suitcase and took out the heavy wooden clothesbrush and my knobbly rubber soled karate shoe. I’m told this is about the most painful implement I use.

When her sister came out of the bathroom I told her to go and sit down in the armchair. I spoke to her directly, ignoring Joyce for the moment.

“As you heard, Joyce has requested a punishment spanking. Once I start a punishment I take it right through. Are you and she happy about that?” I looked at Joyce and she smiled and said “Sure” although I was pretty certain she didn’t really mean it. She was in for a shock.

Her sister said “Yes, that’s what she said. I suppose you’d better get on with it.”

“Alright Joyce – now take your panties off, and come and lie over my knee. As a kindness to you I’m going to give you a taste of a less severe sensual spanking to warm you up, and to show you what you are missing now you have chosen a punishment.”

She lay across my knee and I positioned her in place, lifted up her skirt and started rubbing and handspanking her bottom. Her sister sat there and watched intensely.   I could see her tongue moistening her lips as I did this.  She was obviously getting a little turned on herself seeing what I was doing to her sister.  I spanked Joyce enough to make her bottom glow a little, and rubbed her enough and low enough down to make her spread her legs inviting more. My fingers played with her pussy. She started breathing faster and moaning gently. I stopped mid-arousal.  I was damned if I was going to let her come.

“Now that’s what you could have had” I said as I picked up the hairbrush. I moved my legs so she was firmly clamped in between them and started to spank her hard with the hairbrush. There was suddenly a changed attitude. After only a couple she asked me to stop. After ten she was vainly trying to protect her bottom with her hand and crying for me to stop. I gave her 30 with the hairbrush and stopped. Her bottom was red with purple bruises. She was sobbing hysterically.

“Why didn’t you stop?” she said between sobs.

“You asked for a punishment spanking and that’s what you’re getting. You don’t tell me when to stop. If I’m giving you a punishment I decide when to stop.”

“You bastard” she said. “Let me up.”

“Certainly not Joyce.” I said “We’re not even half way through. I call the tune, remember? This is what you wanted and this is what you’re getting.”

“Make him stop.” She appealed to her sister.

Her sister just smiled sweetly. “No. Its OK Joyce. This is what you wanted and I’ve got to see that you get it. It wouldn’t be fair on you if the spanking was stopped. You would always regret it if it was stopped now. You’d never know what a real punishment spanking was about, and I think it’s about time you did.”

“Nooooooo. I’ve had enough. Honestly?”

“Sorry, Joyce – you’re just going to have to see it through to the end.” And I could almost see her thinking out loud – “and I’m going to enjoy every last spank you get.”

“And now Joyce” I said “You’re also going to learn that its a mistake to call someone a bastard when you’re barebottomed across their knee”

I picked up the karate shoe.

Well I fairly laid into her with it – probably fifty strokes. She bucked and yelled and the shoe hitting the bottom seemed to make a noise like a rifle shot. I just hoped no-one would call security. I finished when I felt she’d taken more than enough punishment and she just lay over my knee sobbing her heart out. She got up very gingerly. Her bottom was just a mass of purple bruising. It was going to be very sore for a long time. I almost felt sorry for her.

She looked at her sister who sat there impassively.

“Well Joyce, did you enjoy it?” she said sweetly.

“No I fucking didn’t” sobbed Joyce.

“I think maybe she needs a few more for bad language” said the sister.

Hearing that Joyce grabbed her panties and ran into the bathroom, locking the door behind her. We could hear her wailing away.

The sister got up and came over to me. She had an interesting light in her eye.

“God that got me excited” she said. “Even more than the first time I had sex. When she’s gone I want you to give me one of your sensual spankings” She kissed me hard pressing herself against me, grinding her groin into mine where I was very hard and erect. She reached down and played with my erection through my trousers. “And when you’ve finished spanking me I’m going to give you the best fuck you’ve ever had in your life. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Maybe sis won’t take me for granted any more.”

Well, we didn’t wait for ‘sis’ to come out of the bathroom. We were both too aroused for that. I slowly unbuttoned her blouse and undid her brassiere. Her breasts were a delight. I kissed her nipples and nuzzled them, sliding my hands down to her skirt. I found the zip and slid that down. She stepped out of the skirt. I removed her panties and she stood naked before me. She really did have curves in all the right places. She unbuttoned my shirt and slid it off my shoulders. She knelt in front of me, loosened my belt, unzipped my trousers and they fell to the floor. I stepped out of them and out of my shoes. She very slowly eased my briefs down and my cock sprung out rigidly in front of her face. She kissed it and closed her lips round the end tonguing it gently.

She stood up again, pressing her naked body to mine.

“I think it’s time for my spanking now” she said.

I sat down on the bed and drew her over my knee. Her bottom was round and plump. I stroked it all over and slapped it gently a few times. She already had her legs wide apart easing my fingers path to her pussy. I obliged and massaged her clit until she came and came again.

“Now for the spanking” I said.

I spanked her a little harder all over her bottom until it was bright red. She twitched a little over my knee, but I knew that, although I was spanking her fairly hard, she could take this easily. More spanking, more massage, more orgasms.

She was in the middle of one of these orgasms when Joyce emerged from the bathroom. Her face was still tearstreaked. She looked in horror at her sister over my knee.

“I bet he preferred spanking me you sad fat old cow” she almost spat at her sister.

Her sister got up from over my knee, grabbed Joyce by the hair, pushed her down on the bed, and amidst wails picked up my hairbrush and gave her a dozen vicious spanks with it before Joyce had realised what was happening to her.

“For once in your life you’ve got what you really deserve you unpleasant and ungrateful little bitch” she said. “Maybe you’ll treat me with some respect in future.”

Joyce was sobbing again and rushed to the bathroom once more.

Her sister handed me the hairbrush. “Sorry I lost my rag. I think you’d better use this on me as a punishment.” as she eased her way back over my knee.

I gave her twenty hard with the hairbrush which she took almost unflinchingly. When I had finished she stood up, pushed me back on the bed and lay on top of me, kissing me really hard. “God that hurt, but it was good too – and I deserved it” she said.

She slid down my body, kissing me all the time until she came to my cock which she took in her mouth working her tongue up and down and fondling and squeezing my balls. She was doing this when the bathroom door opened again and Joyce came out once more. She stood and watched. Her sister didn’t care and I was far too worked up to worry. The sister looked up.

“Hang around Joyce, you may learn how to treat a man” she said.

She straightened out beside me on the bed, drawing me to her. She rolled on to her back and I slid between her legs and entered her.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” she said putting her legs straight up in the air so I could enter real deep. I moved in and out of her – first slowly and then faster, then I slowed down again. Sometimes playing my cock at the lips of her vagina and on her clitoris, sometimes sliding it in deep as I could go. She was coming all the time. I think she found her sister watching her was a major turn on. We must have gone on like this for fifteen or twenty minutes before I could contain myself no longer. Eight or nine deep hard strokes and the pleasure of a very intense orgasm coursed through my body. I collapsed between her legs, still inside her. I was spent.

When it was over we lay in each other’s arms.  It was only then that Joyce left the room – still crying and rubbing her bottom.

“I’ve never had sex like that before – maybe I never will again. I didn’t know I had that much passion in me. Another thank you” her sister said as she cuddled tight.

I never did get to know her name!

The Meeting – another erotic spanking story

This is another story from my archives and was written in advance of a real meeting.  The lady concerned drove five hours to meet with me.  Her Dutch courage wan’t a glass of white wine but a couple of B52s.  I’d actually given up on her as she was a couple of hours late, but had got lost in the Dallas freeway system.  She was a lovely looking lady – red hair and great figure – and as a redhead she brought a lovely green silky nightdress which set her off beautifully.  The spanking wasn’t nearly as intense as in the story – they seldom are – but I’ve found people prefer reading about harder spankings than they might like in real life.  Hope y’all enjoy it:

The Meeting

Tara was nervous – she didn’t know what to expect. She hadn’t been spanked since she was 13 years old when she’d been particularly obnoxious to her parents. Then her father had hauled her over his knee, pulled up her school skirt, pulled down her panties and had really paddled her bottom until she was sobbing and begging for mercy. She’d felt him go hard under her stomach while he was spanking her and he wouldn’t look her in her eyes when he had finished the spanking. He obviously felt really guilty about his feelings about spanking her and never laid hands on her again!

However as she grew up through her teens she kept on feeling this strange urge to be put over a strong man’s knee and be spanked until she was sobbing and begging for mercy – and then some! It was one of her masturbatory fantasies and her resulting orgasms were far more intense with this fantasy than with any others.

She’d been married at 22, without being spanked – and somehow she’d never had the courage to discuss this particular fantasy – or perversion as she saw it – with her husband, yet it still used come into her thoughts regularly. She still masturbated when she was alone in the house and the spanking fantasy still enabled her to achieve far stronger orgasms than anything she managed with her husband.

On her 36th birthday her husband gave her a computer with a connection to the internet. One of the first things she did, when her husband was out, was to key in the word ‘spanking’ into an internet search engine. She was absolutely astonished at the results. Thousands of entries ranging from some extremely obnoxious porn sites – although she did get a kick out of looking at pictures of spanked bottoms. Then she discovered newsgroups and instant messaging and realised this ‘perversion’ had to be one of the most common around.

At first she lurked, reading mails, going into chat rooms, being aroused by spanking stories, masturbating a lot – almost every night. Her husband had become accustomed to her coming into bed late – and wanting sex because she had been aroused by what she had been reading. But most of all she yearned to be spanked.

She answered a few personal ads, but mostly had been turned off by the degree of violence which appeared to be in the thoughts of some she contacted. A couple had developed into e-mail relationships, but as the ones she found most interesting lived far away nothing was developing until…

One evening she checked a personals ad which directed her to a personal web page. The page promised no porn – indeed was only illustrated with a shot from waist to thigh of a garter-belted lady clutching her bottom and some details about the web page owner and his offering of a spanking service – and more if wanted. The idea turned her on desperately and she sent out a reply before she could change her mind. She had really good sex with her husband that night fantasising about what might happen.

She dashed to her computer first thing the next morning to see if there was a response – nothing. But when she returned from work there was a response. It turned out that the respondent lived in England, but visited the USA frequently. He wrote well and seemed extremely understanding, but any visit to her area might be a long way off. Mentally she decided that if he did come she would do her utmost to meet him – but if she didn’t feel comfortable would walk away from it – no harm done – but no spanking either.

They corresponded off and on for several weeks, each finding out more about the other until one day she got an e-mail saying he would be passing through her area in six weeks time and if she still wanted to meet then he was extremely interested to do so. He offered to buy her a meal or a drink to see if they both were happy with going through with the spanking and if so ………..

Tara walked into the hotel lobby. Chris was there waiting for her. She recognised him from his picture he’d sent her. He was reasonably tall, whitish hair and had a nice smile. She didn’t quite know what to say to him, but he broke the ice quickly – ‘Even more attractive than your picture’ he said. ‘Come on, lets go and have a drink. You look as though you might need one’ as he steered her into the lounge. She felt hot and tired from the long drive. She was wearing a blouse knotted round her waist in the front and brief denim shorts. She still had a good figure and nice legs and knew it.

Tara didn’t drink much and had driven, but felt she could do with some Dutch courage anyway and asked for a glass of white wine, while he had a gin and tonic.

She loved his voice and accent and he did look really friendly. They chatted around the subject for a few minutes until they began to feel at ease with one another and then Chris broached the subject.

‘If you’re going to want to be spanked I need to know what you really think you want in terms of how hard, how long, whether marks are going to be a worry and a few more things. Do you want to use any roleplay? You know – be stood in the corner or anything like that. Do you want me to play the strict father or uncle or what?’

They’d actually explored a few of these ideas over the e-mail and in IMs but until now she wasn’t really sure. She had decided, though, that having come this far she was definitely going to go through with it. The surroundings seemd reasonably safe and he certainly seemed to be genuine. Indeed rather sexy she thought.

She told him she’d like to try a little roleplay, but not to expect her to keep it up. She also wanted him to spank her hard and not to worry about marks. If she had to walk backwards in front of her husband for the next few days, that would be a small price to pay.

‘Alright’ he said. ‘Here’s the initial scenario. I’ve got a spare room key. You take it and go to my room. Take off your shorts – and panties if you’re wearing any (he grinned and she blushed) and stand in the corner exposing your bottom. I’ll finish my drink and come on up. When I come into the room, don’t look round until I tell you you can. You will also address me as ‘sir’ whenever you speak to me.

Her knees felt like jelly as she went up to his room. Was she doing the right thing. She couldn’t turn back now. She had trouble opening the door, but eventually she went in. She looked around. She was a little worried to see, lined up on the bed, a belt, a long handled clothesbrush, a canvas shoe and a long handled bamboo shoehorn. There was also a bamboo cane propped against the bed She closed the door. She took off her shorts and panties and stood facing one of the corners. ‘God, what am I going to say if the cleaner comes in’ she thought to herself.

She waited about four minutes and then heard the door being opened. She glanced round – in case it was the cleaner – but it was Chris. He looked at her. She turned back facing the corner. She heard him approach her and the next moment felt a really sharp sting on her bottom. She leapt round.

‘I told you to face the corner and not turn round. Now turn round and face the corner again.

‘I only turned round because I thought it might be the cleaner’ she said as she turned round.

She heard the implement swish through the air again and another searing pain across her bottom, then again and then again.

‘That’s for turning round and addressing me without calling me sir’ he said.

‘Yes sir, thank you sir’ she said.

Her bottom had a sharp fire in it.

‘OK – you can come out of the corner – and stand in front of me – legs a little apart’

‘Yes sir’ she said and did as she was told.

He walked around her slowly noting the four red marks which had already appeared across her extremely spankable bottom.

He stood in front of her. She could see now that he had the bamboo shoe horn in his hand. She blushed as she saw him looking at her pussy – it was shaved.

He rubbed the shoehorn up and down her pussy – and then with a quick flick gave her a hard spank with it right on her pussy. Tara squealed and leapt clutching herself in front and guarding this very private part from his view. An exquisite pain shot through her.

He admonished her for covering up her pussy, told her to take her hands away and he gave it two more spanks as a punishment. What a delicious punishment thought Tara – she nearly came then and there.

He went and sat on the bed and beckoned her over. He placed her over his knee. She could feel his penis hard and erect under her and the thought gave her a thrill. He started to spank her with his hand – methodically alternating between sides and covering her whole bottom. It was painful, but not excessively so. She could almost feel her bottom beginning to glow. He paused and began to stroke her bottom. She moved her legs apart and he obligingly continued to stroke her down between her legs where she could feel she was really wet. She moaned wanting him to carry on, but he stopped.

‘Now – that was just a light warm up’ he said. ‘The proper spanking’s about to start and this one is going to hurt’. I’m going to give it to you 10 strokes at a time and I warn you that the target is 100 in all , but I’ll make a judgement about how many you’re going to take depending on your reactions’

So saying he reached across and took the hairbrush in his right hand and started to spank her – hard. The first blow with the hairbrush really hurt, the second even more. Tara began to worry that she’d take 10, let alone 100. She started to squirm. The spanks kept coming, each one hurting more than the last. She could feel tears beginning to well up in her eyes, but she wasn’t going to let him stop now.

Suddenly he stopped. She felt his soothing hand caressing her bottom again. Again she moved her legs wider apart willing his fingers find her welcoming target. He duly did and she shuddered and groaned as his fingers played with her clitoris. Her first orgasm came fast and hard. He didn’t stop and she stayed on an orgasmic high shuddering and bucking around.

‘First pain – and then pleasure’ he said as he continued to massage her gently. Gradually he pulled his hand away and she could sense him picking up the hairbrush again.

She wasn’t quite ready for the first blow of the second session and nearly jumped off his knee with the pain. He pulled her back on. ‘Do that again and I’ll spank you even harder’ he said

He continued to spank her. Her bottom was on fire -all over. He gave her four successive spanks on her upper thighs, two on each side. She started to cry. And then the ten was over again. His hand started its stroking again – - this time it moved down between her legs much more quickly. She moved rapidly to another intense orgasm – one of the most intense she had ever experienced. She wanted to take his hard erect cock out and put it in her mouth and give him some of this pleasure back. She started to fumble with his zip with her left hand.

‘Later’ he said as he continued to massage her until she came again. God, this is like childbirth she thought – intense pain and when its over you forget the painful part and revel in what you have achieved. THWACK. The hairbrush descended on her bottom again. She remembered the pain again very quickly. By the end of the next ten she was sobbing copiously and her bottom was so sore she didn’t see how she could possibly take any more. She waited for his hands to start exploring again – but he told her to stand up. She did. Her cheeks were streaked with tears.

‘Time for a short break’ he said. ‘Go and look in a mirror. She did. Her whole bottom was glowing crimson and there were already some purple bruise marks beginning to show.

‘Now – do you want me to go the whole hundred’ he said. Part of her wanted him too – but her body was weak. She shook her head. ‘No I don’t think so thank you sir’ she said. She only just remembered to add the ‘sir’ on to the end of the sentence. Her bottom was too sore for even one more stroke at that moment.

‘Right – you’re going to get the next ten on the pussy’ he said picking up the shoehorn again. ‘Lie on your back on the bed with your legs wide apart’

She wasn’t sure about this, but did as she was told – anything had to be better than getting any more on her bruised bottom at that moment. He stood alongside her. She could see his erection pressing against the front of his trousers. He didn’t spank her hard with the shoehorn, but each stroke sent a spasm of delicious pain shooting through her whole body. She’d never had a sensation like it. At the end of the ten she wasn’t sure she wanted him to stop, but he did.

‘Stay there’ he said. He went to the ice bucket and took out a couple of ice cubes which he applied to her pussy. She almost leapt in the air. Then he bent down and gave it a gentle kiss. She could feel his tongue. Everything seemed so sensitive there after its spanking. He stood up again and massaged her pussy with his fingers. She went into orgasm immediately and miraculously stayed there coming and coming.

She reached up and drew him down towards her, her hands scrabbling at his zip. He let her pull it down and he undid his own belt and lowered his trousers and briefs. His cock sprang into view sticking out straight. Not too large, not too small just lovely she thought as she raised her head up and took it into her mouth massaging his balls as she moved her mouth up and down its length. He started to groan and then pushed her away.

‘No, not yet’ he said ‘I don’t want to come quite yet’

He went down on her, his mouth closing over her still ultra sensitive pussy and his tongue working its magic on her clitoris until she came and came again. ‘Oh God’ she thought’ I don’t think I’ve come this often in the past year’ as she came yet again. He stopped and kissed her on the lips. She could taste her own pussy on his lips but she didn’t care. She had never had such an intense sexual experience in her life. He started to unbutton her blouse and remove her remaining clothes. She could feel her nipples were hard and erect. He started to play with them with his fingers – gently and then harder and then gently again. Pleasure shot through her once more. He brought his mouth down and kissed her left breast as he worked her right nipple with his fingers. He traced his fingers down her stomach and back between her legs, continuing to kiss he breasts. She could feel herself coming again.

He lay down beside her, his erect penis pressing into her side. She wanted it inside her, but he wouldn’t let her do that yet. ‘I’m sorry’ he said. But there’s still quite a lot of spanking to be given yet. I may not hold you to 100, but my absolute minimum is 60 which means you’ve got at least another 20 to go. However I’ll make it ten if you take the cane.

Tara thought that ten with the cane as opposed to 20 with the hairbrush sounded a pretty fair deal.

‘OK’ he said as she told him her decision. ‘There are rules that go with the cane. You bend down and grasp your ankles and you hold that position for the whole caning. If you let go you get extra strokes to make up.’

Tara did as she was told. She bent down and clutched her ankles. The cane can’t be any worse than the hairbrush she thought. Not worse, but different! She saw through her legs that he’d walked round behind her, the length of bamboo in his hand. She couldn’t quite see what he was doing with it, although she did feel the cane touching her bottom – presumably measuring the first stroke. She sensed him draw his arm back and then heard the cane swish through the air. It landed right across the middle of her bottom and to her it felt like someone had just touched her with a red hot poker. It was as much as she could do to hold on to her ankles. Unlike the hairbrush, the cane seemd to localise the pain. She could almost sense a weal developing along the line of the first stroke. SWISH she heard the next stroke coming and she flinched and clenched her buttocks hoping somehow that that would make it hurt less. It didn’t. She felt another line of fire, this time just at the really sensitive bit at the top of her thighs. She suddenly realised she wasn’t going to be able to wear those cutaway denim shorts for a few days. People would ask questions and there was no way she could answer. SWISH another stroke. She shuddered and started crying again. She didn’t know if she could take this, but the thought that he might make her take extra if she tried to stop him made her stay there and take it. After all she thought, I’m only here because I wanted to be spanked and its my fault if I’m finding it actually hurts. I wanted it to hurt. SWISH, SWISH two strokes in quick succession. She could feel her tears dripping onto the floor.

‘Half way’ he said. ‘No on second thoughts you’ve almost had enough. The typical English punishment is six of the best, so I’ll just give you one more – but this one is really going to hurt’

SWWWISSSH. The cane cut into her upper thigh again and this time she yelled ‘SHHIITT’ It must have been in exactly the same place as the second stroke. She was crying bitterly. He walked across to her and straightened her up and cuddled her gently.

‘Well done’ he said. It was pretty good to take all that. You should be proud.’

Her bottom was throbbing. He caressed her breasts flattened against his chest. He gave her a kiss.

‘I’m going to get some ice and some lotion’ he said, walking across to the dressing table. She turned and looked at her bottom in the mirror A red and purple patched bottom with four bright red weals across it and one double width weal at the top of her thighs. She was still crying, but somehow it felt good to have gone through with it despite the pain.

She lay down on the bed as he rubbed ice and then lotion into her flaming bottom. She moved her legs really wide apart and sure enough his fingers found their way to her clitoris. He massaged it gently until she had another really intense orgasm.

He lay down beside her and turned her towards him and began kissing her breasts again. She felt for his penis and realised he’d put a condom on. She drew him to her and let him enter her gently. She came really quickly again. He continued to move inside her building her up to yet another orgasm. How many have I had she thought – she’d lost count at ten and that seemed a day away. She smiled to herself at the thought. She looked at him and saw that he was grimacing as though he was in agony and she realise he was coming too this time – a just reward she thought as another explosive orgasm wracked her body and she could feel him juddering with pleasure as he came as well.

They kissed and cuddled for several more minutes as his erection went down. She took his condom off and marvelled at the male anatomy – and how rapidly it could go from being hard and erect to soft and smaller. She massaged him as he smiled. He kissed her and pulled her over to one side, pulled back the bedcovers and they rolled into the bed, her bottom warm and glowing and still really painful in places. They went to sleep in one another’s arms. She wondered if he was going to spank her again when they woke up. If this was what all spankings were like, she thought, I’m probably not going to be able to sit down painlessly ever again!

Weekend in New York

To start the blog off here’s one of my favourite spanking stories.  This one is based on a true event when I was travelling on business and staying in the Marriott Marquis hotel in Times Square.  It was written as a scenario, but the actual events followed it pretty well.  The lady involved had come in from Vermont to meet me.  Obviously I am putting thoughts into her mind in the story, but she was happy with the story so I guess it was fairly accurate as to what transpired.  Enjoy:

A Weekend in New York

Sally could feel the butterflies churning in her stomach as he held the hotel room door open for her.  This wasn’t reality.  It wasn’t happening to her – she was watching from some disjointed plane.  Here she was – sensible Sally – at the age of 40 going into a hotel room with a virtual stranger who she’d onlycorresponded with by e-mail and met in the flesh three quarters of an hour ago downstairs in the hotel bar.  Sure he seemed nice enough, but to virtually commit oneself to what was certain to comprise some quite severe pain and heaven knows what else on the strength of a long time fantasy and a few e-mails.  Surely this wasn’t really her.

He seemed to sense her worries. “Are you OK?” he said solicitously.  Sally forced a smile and nodded her head.  She’d come this far and she wasn’t going to back out now.  She’d had a fantasy about being spanked for years and this was her opportunity to experience it.  She convinced herself that Charles was OK really.  Really.

The hotel room was well equipped and spacious.  Orangey brown decor and the window looked out over the city.  There was a large king-sized bed, a sofa and an armchair, a work desk and an upright wooden chair There was what seemed to be a large armoire which housed the television and a minibar/refrigerator. There were prints on the walls. Not bad for central New York she thought and somehow the good vibes from the room calmed her fears a little.  She saw his computer on the desk – the means by which they had been in contact for the past six months off and on.  This was the first opportunity they’d had to meet.

“From now on there’s no turning back” he said smiling.  She nodded again.

He stood in front of her.  She knew the scenario that he’d outlined to her was starting.  She steeled herself.

“Well Sally, do you consider yourself a nice girl?” he said.  The question

surprised her a little.  “Yes, I suppose so” she replied tentatively. “Suppose so who?” he said sharply.  She didn’t know what he meant, then all of a sudden realised.  “I suppose so, Sir” she said. “That’s better.  Remember to address me properly” he said.

“Yes Sir, sorry Sir” she responded automatically.

He looked her up and down.  “If you were a nice girl you wouldn’t be in a hotel room with a strange man would you?” he said.

“No, Sir, probably not” she replied

“Do you know what happens to women who go into hotel rooms with strange men and lie about being nice?”

“They get their bottoms spanked Sir?” she replied tentatively.

“Yes, and much more besides.  You are a pretty lady and I am sure you know just what a man wants from you don’t you?  And if you’re alone with a man in a room who controls you you know what’s going to happen to you don’t you?”

“No Sir” she said

“Well you’re going to find out aren’t you?”

“Yes Sir”

“Undo your blouse” he ordered her.

Sally did as she was told.  She was wearing a camisole underneath and no brassiere.  He eased her breasts out of the camisole and fondled them gently and kissed her nipples.  A red hot current swept from her nipples to her groin as they hardened under his touch.

“You like that don’t you?” he said.

“Yes sir” she replied.  Her knees were shaking and she felt herself getting wet between her legs.

“Turn round and take off your tights and panties and show me that bottom I’m going to have to spank” he said.

She did as she was told and heard him sit on the bed behind her.  She stepped out of her tights and panties.

“Come close to me and lift up your skirt so I can see it” he said.

Again she did as she was told.  She felt him run his hands over her bottom stroking it.  His fingers traced a path between the cheeks, lingering briefly on her anus and then down towards her pussy.  She gasped as he touched it and fingered her clitoris briefly.  She almost came there and then.  He took his hand away.

“Turn round and face me” he said

Sally did so.

“Lift up your skirt and show me your pussy”

Sally hesitated before doing what he told her.

“That hesitation is going to cost you a pussy spanking as well” he said grinning.  Sally gasped.  This wasn’t something she’d anticipated.

He stroked her pussy with his hand, massaging it gently around the clitoris. Sally gasped out loud.  He felt the moistness and smiled.

“Now come and lie over my knee” he said patting it.  Sally did so with her head resting on the bed and her feet on the floor.  So it was really about to begin.  How much was it going to hurt?  How long was he going to spank her for?

He started to spank her over her skirt, all the time telling her the kind of thing she was letting herself in for arousing the desires of a mere mortal male.  And she could feel he was indeed aroused.  The spanking so far was fairly gentle and rhythmic, alternating from side to side.  She could feel it getting harder and it was beginning to hurt just a little.

He stopped.  She felt him ease up her skirt so it was lying over her back.  He began to massage her bottom again.  It felt warm and comfortable under his hand.  Again she felt it move down between her legs which she obligingly moved apart.  She could almost sense him smile as his fingers probed her vagina and stroked her clitoris again.  She started gasping and came there and then – a very powerful orgasm.  “The first of many” she heard him say.

He stroked her bottom some more and then recommenced spanking it, his hand on her bare flesh.  He seemed to be spanking harder.  It was beginning to hurt and she could feel her bottom glowing red.  Nothing she couldn’t handle.  He stopped again and started massaging her bottom again.  It felt delightful.

Again she moved her legs wide apart.

“So you want to come again already?” he said “So greedy”

“Yes please sir” she said.

His fingers started their massaging paying particular attention to her clitoris again.  It took a little longer but again she achieved as intense an orgasm as the first.

“You will find there’s no pleasure without pain here” he said.  “Each time you come I’m going to spank you a little harder.  If you come as much as I think you’re going to you’re going to be spanked pretty hard by the end”

She shuddered at the thought, but didn’t care.  So far this was terrific.

She felt something cold and smooth on her bottom.  “What’s that?” she said.

“What’s that Sir” he said and simultaneously she felt a shooting pain in her bottom as whatever it was was brought down sharply on it.

“It’s a hairbrush” he said “No I lie – its actually a long handled clothesbrush – much more effective”

Sally suddenly started to think that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea…….

He gave her ten more spanks with the back of the brush, taking his time – maybe a couple of seconds between swats.  Each one stung like mad and Sally began to wriggle around.  He seemed to cover her whole bottom and the last two strokes, on her upper thighs really hurt.  Sally bit her lip – she wasn’t going to cry – yet, and pride was stopping her asking him to stop – not that she was certain he would anyway.

“Now young lady, you’re just beginning to learn the consequences of allowing a strange man to spank you.  Now there will be pleasurable parts of this..”  He massaged her bottom some more seemingly absorbing some more of the sting.  He took longer on her bottom this time, presumably because it was a little more sore.  He traced his fingers round her anus and then his hand began its inevitable move towards her pussy, stroking and fondling all the time.  Again she stretched her legs apart easing its path and moved with it as he massaged her again between the legs, taking his time.  Fingers probed and rubbed.  Sally seemed to take an age on an orgasmic high before she came yet again.  How much more could she take.

“Stand up” he said.  “You can go and look at your bottom in the mirror if you want”.

“Thank you sir” she replied and did as he suggested.  Her bottom was bright scarlet all over with a couple of slightly more vivid spots as a result of the spanking with the hairbrush.

“How are you feeling?” he asked her

“My bottom’s a little sore”… “Sir” she added quickly, “but the orgasms have been unreal”

“Worth it?” he asked.

“So far, yes, Sir” she said, but she wasn’t sure about the next stage, whatever it was going to be if each spanking was going to be harder than the one before it.  She wasn’t sure if she could take much more – but the orgasms……  She couldn’t remember coming so often or so strongly in a single session for years and there was a promise of more to come.  That is if she could stand the pain of the spankings which would accompany them.

“Take all your clothes off now” he said.

Well he’d seen everything and there was nothing more to hide – and besides Sally was quite proud of her figure.  So she stripped naked.  He walked toward her.  She could see the shape of his penis stretching against the front of his trousers.  He bent down and kissed her nipples again and at the same time took her left hand and moved it down so it was on his erect penis. She massaged it through his trousers.  He groaned a little.

“Go and lie on the bed with your legs wide apart” he said as he went to pick something up from the desk.  He came back to the bed.  She looked  questioningly at the object.

“It’s a Chinese bamboo long handled shoehorn” he said noting her interest.  “It stings beautifully when applied to the bottom, but it is also an ideal shape for your pussy spanking” he said with a nasty smile.

At the thought Sally involuntarily drew her legs back together.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” he said.

She slowly moved them apart as he knelt down on the bed beside her.  He rubbed the end of the shoehorn up and down her pussy.  It was cold, but at the same time exciting.  Sally just didn’t know what to expect from this.  She’d been able to visualise her bottom being spanked, but not her pussy.

He raised the shoehorn up and brought it down – not very hard – right across her pussy.  Wow it stung, but at the same time shot a huge fire across the whole genital area.  A very strange sensation.  He smiled at her.  “Make sure you keep those legs apart” he said “or I’ll do it hard and that will really hurt”

He spanked her with it a couple of times on the inner thighs which stung,but was bearable and then commenced stroking her pussy with it again.  Sally quivered from the pleasurable sensation.  Then he lifted it up and brought it down a little harder.  The sharp pain struck again and Sally’s legs closed immediately.  She drew them up to her waist.  Her pussy was on fire, but the sensation was great as well.

“Put your legs apart again” he said.

Sally shook her head.

“I warned you” he said, forcing her legs down and apart and spanking her even harder with it.

Sally let out a small shout.  “Put them apart” he said.

She did.  He bent down and gave her pussy a little kiss.  He looked up and smiled.  “Is that better?” he said.  Sally nodded, but it was still very painful.  He kissed her again and this time she felt his tongue licking her clit – God it was sensitive.  She moaned and got close to orgasm, but somehow she couldn’t quite come.  He lifted his face from her pussy and kissed her on the lips.  She could taste herself, but didn’t mind.  She responded moving her tongue into his mouth.  She felt his hand stroking her pussy.  The whole pussy area seemed as sensitive as her clitoris.  She stayed on the orgasmic high for an age yet again before coming with an intensity which caused her to shout out loud.

She lay back on the bed feeling exhausted.  She shivered a little.  How long have we been in the room she thought.  He caressed her body paying particular interest to her breasts and nipples.  He kissed her gently on the lips again. She began to feel sensation back in her loins – so soon? she thought.  He sat her up.  Her bottom was sore, her pussy was sore but she felt terrific regardless.  What more was to come?

“Strip me” he said.

Sally undid his shirt and eased it off his shoulders.  She undid his belt and let his trousers drop to the floor and slowly removed his briefs.  His cock sprang out erect almost like a jack-in-the box.  She wanted to stroke it and play with it, to put it in her mouth.  She knelt down in front of him and eased it into her mouth, fondling his balls.  She heard him exhale and he made small panting noises then she felt him take her by the hair and pull her off him.

“There’s plenty of time for that later” he said.  “But first we’ve got at least another spanking to go”  she shuddered a little – the last one had been pretty tough to take.

“Kneel on the bed with your bottom in the air” he said as he picked up the bamboo shoehorn.

She did as she was told, but keeping her legs a little apart.  She knew he was going to stroke her pussy again, and wanted to make that easy for him.  She smiled to herself.

He did stroke her pussy almost immediately with the end of the shoehorn.  She shuddered again as the cool bamboo started the sensation in her loins up all over again.  He gave her pussy a light tap with it and then she felt his hand on her bottom and then down between her legs once more.  He massaged her almost to the point of climax and then stopped.  Next moment she heard a swish and a very sharp sting across her bottom – a very different sensation from the brush and not altogether unpleasant.  He gave her another nine strokes with the shoehorn – hard – but each was interspersed with more pussy massage keeping her on a high so it was very bearable.  Somehow the pain seemed totally dissipated as she was so close to orgasm for the whole duration of this series of spanks.

She didn’t want them to stop.  But when he did stop he moved her over on herside and lay down beside her, nuzzling her breasts and stroking her pussy some more.  She fondled his very erect penis and his balls which seemed inflated.  This was a delight.  He held her close to her orgasm for what seemed ever and ever.  She was bucking and shaking and almost crying out for him to let her come.  God the noise she was making was surely going to cause complaints from the next room!  And she did come – this time even stronger than the last if that was indeed possible.

She lay back as he continued to caress her and stroke her and kiss her all over.

“Right – one more spanking and then I’m going to show you exactly what men want of you” she shuddered.  He got up and picked up a black slipper.  Good she thought – that looks pretty innocuous.  Then he showed it to her.  It was a rubber soled karate shoe – and the sole was covered in little knobbles.

“Not as innocent as it looks” he said.

He sat on the side of the bed.  “Over my knee again” he commanded.  This time Sally was not allowed to rest her head on the bed. He moved his right leg out from under her and used it to pin her in place over his lap.  He raised the karate shoe and brought it down hard on her bottom.  It made a sound like apistol shot and it really did hurt.  She realised this was the hardest spank she’d had yet.  She shot her hand back to protect her bottom – but he easilyheld it away with his left hand

“You’re now getting a proper spanking” he said “Everything up  -~til now’s been relatively gentle and he proceeded to ruthlessly spank her already sore behind.

This time there was no pause between spanks.  A straight thirty without respite – and hard.  Sally struggled unsuccessfully.  She was firmly pinned over his lap and had to endure.  At the end she was gasping for breath with tears in her eyes.  She just lay there across his knee – her bottom throbbing and glowing.  If the lights weren’t on, she thought, my bottom would probably be sufficient to light up the room.

He picked her up and held her in his arms, pulling her tight to him.  He kissed her gently on the mouth.  “Roleplay over” he said.  “You’ve survived your spanking.  But now I’m going to do what I’ve wanted to do since I saw you downstairs for the first time”

He laid her back on the bed and she saw him take a small packet off the bedside table, open it and ease a condom over his still erect penis.  But even now he started to stroke her pussy and kiss it and stroke it more until she came yet again – and then build her up some more before he eased his penis inside her.   Her bottom was hot and throbbing and so was his penis it seemed.  He eased it backwards and forwards within her until she came again – how many was that?  He carried on gently moving in and out of her.

He started moving a little faster.  She raised her legs right up in the air up to his shoulders.  He moved faster and faster.  She didn’t believe it but she was going to come again and as she did so she realised he was coming too.  A just reward she thought.

When he was spent he collapsed beside her, embracing her more for what seemed like a long, long cuddle.  She was smothered in kisses.

Even though her bottom was quite sore – and her pussy was still on fire fromits spanking, Sally smiled to herself.  I am glad I did this she thought – but I don’t think I’m ever going to get another spanking like this.

After about half an hour of cuddling and stroking he got up and went to thebathroom.  She heard him start up the shower.  “I’m having a shower” he shouted somewhat unnecessarily Are you coming in too?”

She got up and joined him in the shower.  They soaped each other all over.  He even managed to make her come once more and she felt him start to come erect again under her own manual attentions.  “Hold on” he said.  “We’ve still got the whole night together and I want to keep something in reserve” He smiled – his blue eyes looking directly into hers.  She smiled back.  Yes they would have the night together – and the morning. She began to get wet between her legs again at the thought.  What a way to spend a weekend in New York.