A modern education – an erotic spanking story

A modern education

My name is Matilda – Tilly to my friends – and I’m studying hard to be a musician (playing the violin primarily) at the Guildhall School of Music and Drama which is located within the Barbican complex in London.  Great location but cost of living anywhere nearby is frighteningly high and with tuition fees – and then all the social costs which go along with being a student – I continually found myself being really short of cash.

Well I’m no shrinking violet, sexually active, attractive – – size 8, brunette, big blue eyes and while I wouldn’t call myself a tart I did resort sometimes to giving sexual favours for money – occasionally used to pick up guys I liked the look of in bars when I was really short of cash – but made it clear that if they took me home and had their way with me it would cost.  Well buying a girl dinner out could cost around £50 or more in the area around the Barbican so I reckon I was being a cheap date – and got a good fuck out of it too – well usually.  Some of the guys were really nice, some were really good and inventive in bed which was fun – and then there was spanking!

This one guy – Mark was his name – introduced me to spanking as foreplay and wow did I find it turned me on.  I must have some latent spanking gene.  I’d never been spanked as a child although did recall being interested in stories which mentioned spankings – and once was privileged to see the mother of a young friend (male) being turned over his mother’s knee, his trousers and pants pulled down and given a very hard handspanking.  He’d hit me and made me cry and his mother thereby taught him not to hit girls.  I was allowed to watch him being given his punishment – about 20 hard spanks on his bare bottom and then he was made to apologise to me with tears flooding down.  Just desserts I thought.  But it still sat in my memory always giving me some sort of sexual frisson, although didn’t recognise this at the time – I was only 10.

But Mark was something else.  He was quite a bit older than me – well 34 years older actually (I’m 19) – but I’ve always fancied older men.  Kids my own age lacked experience – too much wham, bang, thank you ma’am (usually without the thank you even).  All they seemed to think about was their own orgasm not caring too much how it was achieved.  They seemed fixated with blow jobs which didn’t appeal to me as they certainly didn’t bring me to orgasm – but older guys (admittedly not usually as old as Mark) did seem to take more trouble in giving a girl what she actually wanted/needed.

I met Mark on a day I was desperately short of money at one of the pubs in the Barbican itself.  We’d been playing in a concert at St Giles church and the pub was close by, so three of us girls went in and soon found ourselves being plied with drinks and being chatted up by some guys who were at the bar.  It’s easy to get free drinks late in the evening from well-oiled city boys if you’re not too fussy, but none of these guys particularly appealed to me – too young, too full of themselves – and when this older guy, sitting alone at a table offered me a drink as I was returning from a trip to the loo, I accepted and sat down with him and began to chat.

Well, I took to him almost immediately.  He was charming, reasonably good looking, looked well-heeled and I thought might be a good prospect for some extra-curricular earnings.  Even if not I was attracted, despite his age and although I’d never been to bed with someone quite as old, it did strike me that it wouldn’t be an unpleasant experience.  Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

One thing did lead to another and I found myself accompanying him back to his flat which, very conveniently, was within the Barbican complex.  I got the sense that this wasn’t the first time he’d picked up someone in the bar below, but no matter, I had intimated that if things were to progress I’d require a ‘taxi fare’ to get me home and he’d smiled and said ‘No problem!’.

We had to walk along the Barbican podium level to his flat, which was down some steps and, strangely, the front door was off a car park level.  The flat was split level with bedrooms, bathroom and loo on the same level as the front door, and then a staircase down to a split level living area and kitchen.  A really nice flat I thought – tastefully decorated, comfortable chairs, widescreen television and a huge window overlooking the gardens, and I noted slightly worriedly, the music college buildings right opposite on the other side of the garden.  I hoped no-one could see in and recognise me, although it was unlikely anyone would be around in the late evening anyway – and there was a fair amount of vegetation screening the window.

But that problem was quickly solved as Mark drew the curtains and asked me to sit down and if I’d like a drink.  Although I’d already had a couple of drinks in the pub one always gets a little nervous, even if one has done this before as we had already established, at least in theory, what I was there for, so I concurred and asked if he had any red wine. 

“Always” he said with a nice smile and went to the kitchen to open a bottle and came out with a glass for me and one for himself.  He sat down next to me and handed me £50 – “for the taxi” he said with a grin.  “I gather London taxis are quite expensive these days.”

I gratefully took the money and put it in my purse.  At least there was going to be no argument about that.  I knew I could get quite a bit more if I did this kind of thing professionally, but then you can’t really pick and choose that way which opens you to danger and disease in a way I didn’t think this would.  I regarded myself as an ‘enthusiastic amateur’ – and believe me I can be very enthusiastic when it comes to sex!

Well, we chatted pleasantly over our glasses of wine.  I learnt a bit more about Mark and ascertained that he’d certainly done this before and then that I certainly wasn’t going to be the first Guildhall girl notch on his bedpost.  Indeed he hinted that there was one now particularly famous soloist who had graced his bed on numerous occasions when she was a student at the conservatoire.  I didn’t know if this flowed out of the conversation to impress me and whether it was for real or not, but it did leave me wondering that if it was true who she might be.  I could think of quite a few attractive ex Guildhall girls (women) who had gone on to fame and fortune.

But to the spanking.  I got a little careless after a couple of glasses of red wine and with some elaborate conversational gesture succeeded in knocking over an ornament on a table next to my chair with some elaborate hand gesture.  It didn’t break or anything, but as I bent over to pick it up I felt a strong arm around my waist and the next moment Mark had hoicked me across his knee and given me three of four quite hard swats across my rear before I could even protest and then he proceeded to rub my bottom through my skirt not an unpleasant sensation at all.  I rather enjoyed it.

“Now” he said “I think you deserve a little punishment for your carelessness”.  I was still enjoying the bottom rubbing and the tingling in my bum – indeed I was getting a little aroused.  “Oh indeed sir” I replied getting into the scene.  “What had you in mind?”

I suppose because I’d stayed across his knee he then went to the next stage.  “I think you need a proper spanking” he said “and those are always administered on a bare bottom.” 

Flashback to my little friend’s mother giving him a spanking in front of me when I was 10 – and the sexual frisson I’d experienced then – I was getting it again, but in spades and now I knew what it was all about.  Wow was I getting aroused just at the thought.  I didn’t think that perhaps it might hurt – it did – but I didn’t care and somehow the pain and the other things he was about to do to me made the whole thing the most intense sexual experience of my life.  But I’m getting ahead of myself!

Anyway as he said that about being spanked on my bare bottom he lifted my skirt up over my back and pulled down my panties.  It was summer and I wasn’t wearing tights.  In fact he pulled my panties right off leaving me very exposed – and very wet indeed.

He continued rubbing my bottom now completely bare, and his fingers strayed down between my legs, probing and rubbing.  “I think you’re enjoying this far too much” he said as his fingers touched my moist clit and I started to sigh.  I was almost coming already.  A couple more seconds of fingering and I definitely would have come I was so close.

“All good things come to those who wait” he said as he withdrew his hand and I wriggled over his knee.  I could feel his hard cock through his trouser.  I liked that.  He began to brush my bottom with his hand again and then it lifted up and came down with a couple of quite hard swats – one on each cheek.

“Ow” I yelled as the pain of the swats began to sink in and tried to wriggle off his knee.  He held me tight and gave me another four hard swats with his hand. They really hurt – but somehow more bearable.  I suppose the first two took me by surprise.  And then he moved his hand down between my legs again which I parted gratefully.  Back to my moist pussy and then my clit and wow – this time I did come.  One of the most intense orgasms I’d ever had.  I must have stayed up there for a minute or more as he continued massaging my clit.

“If I’ve judged you right you may be in for a few more of those” Mark said – I could almost feel him grinning as he said it.  Well I had managed to come three or four times during one longish sexual encounter in the past, but that was the exception.  Usually it was once and I think I’d been brought up to believe I was lucky if I managed that, although I had, if engrossed in a really erotic story, managed two or three with my own manual stimulation, but they tended to be little ones – not a whopper like the one I’d just had.

More bottom rubbing followed and then a few more spanks – they seemed more and more bearable – probably the endorphins clicking in.  My bottom felt warm – a nice feeling – interspersed with some hard spanks – perhaps not so nice but soon forgotten in the heat of the moment.  And groups of spanks accompanied with more and more pussy and clit massage – most leading to ever more intense orgasms.  I was exhausted, sore and the whole thing was brilliant.  I lost count of my orgasms after about seven – a couple had just gone on and on.

“I think you rather enjoyed your first adult spanking” Mark said, smiling as he lifted me off his lap.  “My first spanking ever” I said – “but yes it was unreal”.

“Well you haven’t earned your taxi fare yet” he said smiling.  “There’s much more to come before this evening’s over.  Maybe I’ll give you a pussy spanking too – some women get really turned on by that.”  Well I didn’t think I could get any more turned on than I had been already, but somehow the thought – which might have appalled me earlier in the evening – did get my puss tingling again.

“First you can take the rest of your clothes off” said Mark – “and then you can undress me” he said as he guided my fingers on to his erect penis through his trousers.  “This needs a bit of freedom as it still has a lot of work to do”.  I did like the idea that it had a LOT of work still to do.

Well I’m not shy about taking my clothes off in front of guys.  I know I’ve got nice tits and a nice figure.  So I stepped out of my skirt, pulled my top over my head, unhooked my bra and stood naked in front of him.

“Very nice” he said appreciatively as he tweaked my nipples and fondled me all over.  “Perhaps these should get a bit of a spanking too.”  This was already beating, if you’ll pardon the expression, anything in 50 shades of Grey and it was only 10 pm!

He’d already kicked his shoes off and he let me undo his belt and let his trousers down.  I kneeled and pulled down his undershorts too and his cock sprang out.  It was big, if not enormous, and very hard and erect.  Although as I mentioned earlier I was not really enamoured of blow jobs, somehow I wanted that in my mouth and took it in hungrily.  I licked it all over and let it into my mouth and throat as far as it would go without me gagging.  I played with it all the time looking up into his eyes, but he held back from coming although he was sighing as I worked on it.

Eventually he eased my head away.  “a blow job’s nice but nothing compared with the real thing” he said “and besides I’ve yet got to test your limits a little more.  I think a light caning is called for next. – But do carry on massaging my cock and balls in the meantime.”

Being an obedient young lady I did as requested.  Sometimes I just love playing with a guy’s cock and balls.  Once had a guy who wanted his balls squeezed and hit fairly hard he said.  He was bit of a pain in the neck so eventually after quite a lot of cock and ball play I punched him really hard there and he ended up gasping on the floor.  I thought it was funny.  I don’t think he did.

But I digress.  Mark had by now a length of bamboo in his hand and told me to bend over.  “I’m going to give you the traditional six of the best with this” he said.  “You’re to stay bent over right through – no rubbing allowed.  If you get up or rub you’ll get a couple more.”

I have to say the idea of being caned scared me.  Somehow the cane is in theory more associated in my mind with severe punishment – and I had a delicate bottom – although it was throbbing and hot – and probably bright scarlet from the attention Mark had given it already.

Mark swished the cane in the air a couple of times while I waited with some trepidation for it to descend, clenching my bottom cheeks against its no doubt painful arrival.  Well it was indeed painful.  He brought it down I thought hard across my buttocks, although he told me it was actually quite a gentle stroke in his eyes.  It took about a second to sink in and then I felt this white hot streak across my bum and started to stand up – then remembered his warning and managed to stop myself before it was too late and I earned more strokes.  Six was going to be more than enough.

Mark waited for about ten seconds – seemed like an eternity – before giving me the second stroke.  Well I hadn’t cried during the earlier spanking but somehow I doubted I’d last the full six without resorting to tears – and I was right.  By some remarkable effort of will I managed to stay bent over while the final four strokes were delivered – the last one particularly hard I thought, and it definitely brought tears to my eyes.

Mark told me to stand up, turned me round and hugged me to his bare body, his hands wiping away my tears and then massaging my bottom which was sore to the touch.  He got me to look at my poor bum in a mirror – it was glowing red with six distinct cane weals across it.

“I’m proud of you” he said.  “Not bad for a first timer”. 

As the pain eased this warm feeling across my bottom kicked in.  It was kind of pleasant and sexy.  I rubbed my puss against his erect cock.  God I wanted it in me – but he wasn’t finished with my spanking initiation yet.

He led me into the bedroom and laid me down on his bed – crisp white duvet and sheets – and spread my legs wide apart.  I was ready for him to fuck me into oblivion – I was hugely aroused still despite the spanking and caning.  But he turned to his dressing table instead and picked up a wooden kitchen spoon.

“I told you I was going to give you a pussy spanking” he said.  “I won’t do it hard but it’ll be another sensation for you to experience.  It will hurt but if you’re like some others the aftermath will have your whole pussy area feeling as sensitive as your clit.  I had one lady friend who liked it so much that she had me do it over and over and over again until I got worried about it!.  So anyway, keep your legs apart – if you bring them together I’ll just do it harder.”

He rubbed the wooden spoon over my naked body, gave my erect nipples a little tap with it and then raised it and brought it down full on the puss and clit.  A delicious pain shot through the area.  Talk about erotic sensation.  He stroked my puss with the end of the spoon for a few seconds before bringing it down again.  Wow it felt so painful and so good all at the same time.  He gave me another four and then put the spoon down and stroked me with his hand.

“Want me to kiss it better?” he said, “Well I may not be too enamoured of giving oral sex but I really do enjoy receiving it from someone who’s good at it and I though Mark might be really good.  He was. He nuzzled my puss and started with a gentle kiss.  His tongue worked it over and he sucked my engorged clit into his mouth massaging it with his lips and tongue.  Well I hadn’t had an orgasm for all of about 20 minutes, but wow did I come again.  As his tongue massaged all around my clit and puss I was quivering with the orgasm which just seemed to go on and on and on as long as his mouth and tongue continued its delightful work.  Eventually I came down from that particular orgasmic high and Mark’s head emerged from between my legs sporting a big grin.  “I sort of think you might have enjoyed that” he said.  “And how” I replied.  “I’m exhausted.  I’ve had more orgasms this evening than I’ve had in the past few months put together”.

“But we haven’t finished yet” he said.  “I think in your current state of arousal we might manage two or three more yet.”

So saying he picked up a condom from his bedside table and pulled it on over his erect penis, pushed my legs up in the air, resting on his shoulders and entered me deep.  “This was what I’d been desiring so much throughout most of the evening and now it was actually happening it felt so good as he moved his cock slowly back and forth, now pulling it out and massaging my clit with it, and then pushing it back in deep.  I could feel myself coming again.  Where I got these orgasms from I don’t know.

“Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me” I whispered exhorting him to do what he was very obviously doing already as I came again – and then about a minute later again.  Mark increased the tempo a bit and I could see he was getting near to coming himself.  He certainly deserved to.  I hoped it would be a massive orgasm for him too.  His face crinkled up.  He seemed in agony – but I’d seen that expression before on guys’ faces – just before they came and that only served me to enter yet another orgasm as we both came together.

He stayed in me for a minute or two as I felt his erect member come down to size inside my vagina.  He rolled off making sure the condom came with him as he withdrew and we lay side by side cuddling.  I wondered if he’d let me stay the night.  I was totally exhausted.  I’d even wake him up with a blow-job I thought – and I’d even swallow (not something I’ve ever taken to).  Anything for him.  I wanted more – maybe not right now.  I was too sore both in front and behind.  He’d given me a fantastic workover.

But it wasn’t to be.  His cleaner was coming in the morning and she wouldn’t approve, he told me and maybe I could stay the night then – but I’d be spanked night and morning – and probably with implements – “I’ve got a really nice bathbrush” he said, grinnig..  But we could definitely meet up again but, he warned me, the spankings would get more intense – I needed my limits really testing he reckoned.  He suggested we meet in the same bar in a couple of evenings’ time.  He’d probably have a surprise for me too (but that’s for another story!).

We cuddled and kissed – it wasn’t really that late – and I made my way to Moorgate tube station to get home a few stops out.  I was convinced I was walking bow legged and everyone would know what I’d been up to – well me and probably some of the other young women travelling home late on the tube, but I’d bet none of them would have had as many orgasms as I had.  I smiled to myself as the tube pulled in and winced as I sat down and my poor bottom touched the seat. I was sore.  Would I go back in two days time for more?  If I did would my bottom ever recover?  Could I ever wear my skimpy bikini bottoms again?  Well, of course the answer to the first question was yes.  The other two – well it would take a holiday apart for those to happen and the latter would take a couple of days into that.  But it was worth it.

And as for the surprise?  Perhaps I’ll write about it again.  But it would involve a now-famous former music student and a sex and spanking threesome and a very sore bottom and pussy indeed having them thrashed and abused by both, and I got to give her a spanking and pussy licking myself.  I’d never feel quite so in awe of her again. 

I really was getting an amazing sexual education at college and I’d thought I knew it all.  How wrong I was!

The Dinner Party

In honour of reaching 2,000 followers on Twitter for Sensual_Spanker another of my erotic spanking stories

It was the dinner party from hell. The guests were totally incompatible and the meal was eaten between long silences – and to make it worse the host and hostess, Piers and Paula, were sniping at each other all evening. Paula in particular was being a right B I T C H. After the dessert, Piers went out to make coffee, and Paula followed him out to the kitchen, but because the guests were in another silent spell, we could all hear exactly what was going on.

Paula was berating Piers for various inadequacies and eventually he could take no more and we all heard a thwack – sounded like a hand applied heavily to a bottom. Then we heard Paula yell (well we could hardly do otherwise given the volume of the sound) at Piers and Piers mutter something (rather more quietly) in return. We heard Paula’s response alright though. “You wouldn’t fucking dare!”

“I bloody would” said Piers

“You’re too pathetic” was the response to that.

Next we heard something like a struggle and Piers pulled Paula out of the kitchen into the dining room.

“I’m sorry this evening has been such a disaster” he said. “But to make up for it you’re about to witness the cabaret. My wife has dared me to spank her in front of all of you and I’m about to do so.”

Paula blanched and struggled – “Piers … you can’t”

“Tonight, Paula, you’ve carried things too far. You’ve dared me and I’m going to do it” so saying he sat down on a chair and pulled Paula across his lap. “And I’m going to do it on your bare bottom as he hoicked her dress up over her back. What we then saw was that Paula was wearing stockings and a garter belt, but no panties. Paul obviously was aware of that. We guests didn’t know where to look, but our eyes were inexorably drawn back to the scene unfolding in front of us.

Paula kicked and struggled, but Piers was extremely strong and wedged her between his legs. We noticed he’d brought a large wooden spoon from the kitchen and he started applying it to Paula’s bottom very hard and very fast.

We watched Paula’s bottom turn from ivory white , to pink, to vivid red and then scarlet with purple patches. After about 50 spanks Piers stopped and Paula lay sobbing over his lap.

“Piers, I’m so sorry” she sobbed, and got up oblivious to the fact that we all caught a glimpse of her shaven pussy and kissed Piers full on the lips and almost entwinred herself around him. It was one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen.

“I’m sorry. The party appears to be over. I need to take Paula upstairs and cool her down a little. Do help yourselves to coffee and another drink if you like. I shouldn’t be too long.

Well it was probably the best part of three quarters of an hour before Piers re-appeared. The other four guests left immediately, very embarrassed by the whole affair. Charles and I didn’t like to go without saying goodbye to our hosts so we stayed and had a coffee.

“Wow” said Charles. “That was quite a spanking”.

“I know” I said. I didn’t tell Charles that I was just about dripping between my legs I’d found the whole thing so sexy. In fact the arousal was made even worse by what we could hear from upstairs as Piers ‘cooled’ Paula down. They’d been in too much of a hurry to close the bedroom door; their bed creaked noisily and Paula was an extremely noisy lover – the kind you hate to have in the next hotel room to you. She must have come three or four times by the sound of it.

As everyone else had left and I was so aroused I hugged Paul and kissed him. I could feel he was aroused as well and felt for his cock with my left hand. It was standing out from his trousers.

“Didn’t know you’d get so turned on by the fair Paula flashing her shaved pussy at you” I said.

“No it wasn’t just that. It was the whole spanking thing – and now listen to what’s going on” Charles almost blushed. “It certainly seems to spice up their sex life”

That was really a barbed comment. Our sex life had been none to brilliant for a couple of years. I think a lot of it was reticence on both our parts in that neither would tell the other what we wanted in case we’d shock each other and harm the relationship. But, from Piers and Paula’s actions we both became aware that the other was turned on by spanking.

Me, for my part, had been spanked by my mother when I was a young girl and had been naughty – which was frequently. Usually she handspanked me, but sometimes with a flat butter paddle which stung like crazy, and when I was particularly bad she used a big long handled wooden clothesbrush which always left me bawling my eyes out and very sore for a couple of days. However the last time I was spanked was when I was thirteen – and somehow I had come to miss it ever since. Recently I’d been having fantasies about being spanked again – but this time by a strong man. Piers and Paula had virtually played out my own fantasy in front of my eyes.

But that Charles might be interested in spanking as well put a whole new complexion on our relationship.

“Charles. Did that spanking really excite you?”

He blushed and nodded.

“It excited me too” I said. “Would you do that to me one day – but in private, not in front of guests” I said smiling.

Charles looked a little taken aback I kissed him hard as I said it, forcing my body against his.

“When?” he said.

“Take me home now!” I said smiling and thrusting my pussy even harder against his erect penis, otherwise we’re going to have to fuck right here.

“Unladylike language like that deserves a good spanking” said Charles with a wicked grin on his face as we walked to the door and shouted goodbye to Piers and Paula upstairs.

Well home was only three houses away. Unfortunately for me Charles found that long handled clothesbrush that my mother had used on me, and that I had kept as a memento. He used it to good effect.

“That’ll teach you to use such bad language” he said as we made love, my bottom throbbing.

God what an orgasm – the best for years. As I hugged him tight afterwards I whispered in his ear – “Fuck, fuck, fuck”. He smiled and picked up the clothesbrush.

Waiting for Karen 2 – Treatment in the spa

I have written about Karen before. She had a problem about time. Lateness and missed assignations are common – sometimes by several hours! However she had an amazing capability for achieving orgasms with the right kind of stimulation. This is a true story (no exaggerations) about one such occasion.

Treatment in the spa

I was flying into London’s Gatwick Airport from Houston and Karen was supposed to meet me at the airport and take me home after my long and exhausting flight. Needless to say, she didn’t make it – gave me some cock and bull story about teletext saying the flight was an hour late when, in fact, it was half an hour early. She agreed to come over to my home later, but quite how much later that would be I was not aware.

Anyway, to cut a long story short, I got home from the airport at about 10.15. I phoned Karen to say I was there and then spent the rest of the morning waiting for her to arrive – she lives about an hour and a half away. By 2 pm I got fed up with waiting and decided to try and get some sleep to counter my jet lag, but no sooner had my head hit the pillow and my eyes closed that I was woken by a text message from Karen saying she was in an argument in a local (to her) computer store. I replied that I’d got fed up with waiting and I was going to sleep.

About an hour and a half later I was awoken again by Karen saying that she’d run into a major traffic jam on the motorway, gone the wrong way, come off the motorway to turn around and got lost! It may sound like Karen is not the brightest spark in the fire, particularly as this kind of thing seems to happen a lot, but in fact she is highly intelligent and at one stage in her career attained a position in her totally male dominated profession never before, and never since, achieved by a woman. In short she is quite a remarkable, and high-powered, lady – as well as being very sexy indeed.

Well, eventually she did actually make it to my house – about seven and a half hours after she was originally supposed to meet me at the airport. I am quite equable in nature, and used to Karen’s foibles, so I decided that she needed some suitable punishment. However we could pursue some pleasure first. I have a large hot tub, which would supposedly seat about six people and I invited Karen to join me in it, sans clothes of course. I then told her that when she got out, and her rather fine bottom was softened and wettened in the spa, I was going to cane her – something I’d never done to her before. In reality Karen likes to be spanked more in theory than in practice, but the thought is a real turn-on for her. Consequently I don’t spank her hard – and sometimes I don’t spank her at all, but always the sex is good anyway.

We stripped and climbed into the spa and I turned on the jets – and the blower which pumps air up into the tub through a myriad of holes in the bottom. The temperature was a nice 38.5 degrees Celsius (101 degrees Fahrenheit for those of you who are more used to temperatures in such units). Karen had a delightful figure – and a shaven pussy – and squealed as first the jets played on her pussy and then as my fingers started stroking it. I think it took about a minute before her first orgasm and then she hardly stopped coming as I played with her pussy and her nipples, and eventually floated her across to me and entered her with my nice erect penis. I think she just came and came thereafter, facing me and riding up and down on my cock, and then turning around, my cock still in her, so she could play with my balls better. We were still like that after 20 continuous minutes when the jets and blower shut down on their automatic cycle. Karen continued riding me in the warm water with orgasm after orgasm – I don’t know how she does it – but eventually I pushed her off and told her it was time for the cane.

She made a bit of a fuss about bending over for the cane, but eventually concurred if I promised not to hit her too hard with it. Well I know the cane can hurt even if not applied hard so I agreed and managed to lay 12 nice pink stripes across her bum – not hard, but it did turn a lovely colour and she squealed with each stroke. I then dried her down and told her we were going to the bedroom where I was going to give her more of a spanking for being so late and making me wait so long, and after both of us taking a drink we went to the bedroom and I laid her on the bed face downwards.

Initially I spanked her with my hand – long and hard until her bottom was red all over and she was squealing and wriggling about. But I knew this wasn’t enough so I then used my long bamboo shoehorn on her which delivers a lovely sting – it’s a bit like using a cross between a cane and a light paddle. I gave her about a dozen with this – pretty hard to the point where she was almost crying and then relented and turned her round and took her in my arms cuddling her tight, kissing her deeply. She really responded kissing me back hard. I felt for her pussy – it was as wet as I had ever felt it – she was incredibly turned on. I pushed her legs apart and entered her gently with my cock, pushed her back on the bed.

Now I am a diabetic – one of the drawbacks – or perhaps the advantages depending on how you view it, is that penile sensitivity can be reduced. This means I can usually keep inside a woman without coming myself for a long, long time. I love the sound and the feel of a woman reaching orgasm, and Karen went into one long orgasm. She told me later that she couldn’t tell when one finished and the next one started. I think we were like this for a good fifteen to twenty minutes, before I withdrew, pulled on a condom and finished the job properly amidst three or four more orgasms from Karen.

What a way to help me through my jet lag!

Waiting for Karen

I did have a girlfriend called Karen – and she was often very late, and I did spank her, but never this hard!

 

Waiting for Karen

As long as I’d known her, Karen was always late for anything – or at best would be there at the last possible second. Her mother had told me that this had been the case ever since she was little – and you certainly couldn’t call Karen little now. Her father, apparently, used to get extremely annoyed – but Karen was clever enough to be just on time for things she REALLY wanted to do – but would always be late for things she didn’t want to do, or was ambivalent about, so threatening to leave her behind wasn’t an option.

I’d known Karen for some time now and had got used to hanging around for her, but on this occasion – at the appointed meeting time – I received a text message on my phone saying she was going to be an hour late. I texted back that she was in for a severe spanking – and got the response HAHAHA.

Well I hadn’t been serious about the severe spanking before the response, but while kicking my heels waiting for her the more I thought about it, the more I thought what a good idea it was. Indeed the idea of spanking Karen made my loins tingle. This time I’d go through with it – and give her a spanking she’d remember. I searched through my flat for something appropriate. I didn’t think my hand would be enough to teach her to be a little more considerate for others.

I picked up, and rejected, various shoes and settled initially on a wooden kitchen spoon. But then I remembered my bath brush. A wicked long-handled implement with a large oval (and flat backed) brush at the end of the handle. I went into the bathroom and picked it up and gave myself a spank with it. Even through my trousers and underwear it hurt. Just the weapon to make Karen see the error of her ways.

Well, Karen wasn’t just an hour late – she was nearly three hours late by the time she arrived. I was, to say the least, a little annoyed, but knew that I was going to make it up to myself when I put her cute bum over my knee and I vowed to myself to have no mercy, however much she’d beg me to stop.

Eventually the front door bell rang and I opened the door for her. She swept in without a care in the world. Didn’t even say sorry she was late.   Some story about a holdup on the M25 and then being stopped by the police!  As I knew she’d started off late anyway I didn’t hold out too much credence to these excuses (reasons she insisted).   I helped her off with her coat. She was wearing a pale blue blouse, a shortish navy skirt and dark stockings which, I knew from experience would be held up by a suspender belt over what would undoubtedly be an extremely flimsy pair of panties which would offer no protection to her bottom at all. I got quite a thrill at the thought.

I went over to my couch and sat down and beckoned Karen over. She came and sat down beside me and threw her arms round my neck. I almost wavered in my resolve as her tongue found mine and I felt her breasts against my chest. I pushed her away a little.

“Karen. What did I tell you I’d do when you got here?” She looked puzzled and shrugged her shoulders. “I told you I was going to give you a severe spanking” I said. She looked at me as though I was mad. “Yes you did” she said. People are always telling me that and I haven’t had one yet.” She stuck her tongue out at me.

“Well” I replied “you’ve been late for things all your life which shows a lack of consideration for others and it’s about time someone carried out that threat to teach you a lesson” She just smiled at me and started to caress me between my legs – and grinned even more as she felt that I was already hard and erect. Little did she know that was mainly from the thought of spanking her!

“See – wouldn’t you much prefer to be doing other things with me than spanking me” she said coyly. “Probably” I replied, “But although it may put a damper on the rest of our evening I think this is something I am just going to have to do.”

So saying I swung her over my knee with her bottom in the air.

I still think she thought I was playing – but I wasn’t. I raised up her skirt – and as I surmised she was wearing a very skimpy pair of white panties – tied up with bows either side – virtually no protection at all. By the time I’d undone the bows – definitely no protection at all!  I reached over and picked up the bathbrush and started applying it hard to her milky white cheeks – which turned bright scarlet almost immmediately.

Well, Karen wasn’t expecting that at all. She yelled at me, she swore at me and tried to get off from over my knee, but I held her tight and continued to spank her. God I was enjoying it.

“Karen. Since I’ve been going out with you we must have met about forty times and I think you’ve been late for each meeting bar about three so I’m going to give you twice thirty-seven spanks for starters – a total of 74, and one for luck to make it a round 75”

I continued to lay into the poor girl’s bottom ignoring her pleas and promises that she’d never be late again. I was going to make really sure she wouldn’t be late again – or at least aware of the consequences that would follow if she was.

I didn’t stint with the bathbrush. I gave her seventy-five as promised and by the end she was just lying there sobbing over my knee. Her bottom and upper thighs were a deep deep red – purple in places. It must have really hurt.

“You’re an utter bastard” she sobbed. I gave her a couple more for good measure for that. “It’s about time you got your come-uppance young lady. Now I won’t spank you yet for all the other times you’ve been late in your life – but next time you’re late without an absolutely cast iron excuse, I’m not only going to spank you for that, but I’m going to take previous offences into account. (Karen is a barrister so I decided a legal simile might be appropriate.)

Karen gingerly got up from across my knee, rubbing her bottom . Her face was streaked with tears. I wasn’t sure if she’d just leave, make more of a protest or what.

I stood up too and started to put my arms around her wondering if she’d pull away, but she fell into my arms sobbing on my shoulder. I let her sob on. I was actually feeling a little guilty at how hard I’d spanked her, but I kept on telling myself that she deserved it, and that she’d never improve without it. The sobs quietened and she playfully lifted her knee into my balls – but gently. “You’re an absolute bastard” she said. I slapped her on her bottom – not hard – with my hand, but I guess it still hurt as she winced. But she smiled. “Maybe I’ve had that coming to me for a long time” She said. “And maybe I’ve just been waiting for someone to do that to me. Admittedly I do push the envelope.”

“Not something you’ll do again in a hurry I shouldn’t think?” I said.                              

She smiled and hugged me tight and kissed me sticking her tongue well into my mouth. I realised she was turned on by the spanking despite the pain. I ran my fingers up her thighs under her skirt and her pussy was wet. I looked into her eyes and they were laughing at me.

“You know I’ve been waiting for years for someone to care enough about me to do that and now it’s happened I feel warm inside – and out” she added with a smile. She led me into the bedroom where she looked at her now almost all-purple bottom in the mirror. She winced as she rubbed her fingers over it.

“Wouldn’t they just love to know about this in court tomorrow” she said with broad grin. “bet there are plenty of barristers and judges who’d like to see that – but they won’t” “Hell it’s going to be uncomfortable just getting up and sitting down – hope there aren’t too many objections necessary”

She pulled me onto the bed and had my clothes off me faster than I would have believed possible. “After that spanking, I want the longest slowest fuck you’ve ever given me” as she curled her legs round me. Well – she got it – and more. I have never known her come so often and so hard. There must be a moral in that somewhere!

 

 

ROOM WITH A VIEW

ROOM WITH A VIEW

 

The apartment was small, but had huge picture windows out onto a narrow balcony and views across a courtyard to the theatre and office complex about 60 metres away. It comprised a living room and kitchen with a bedroom off, plus a small hallway and a tiny bathroom. You don’t get much in Central London these days for even a little under £200,000!

 

Annabel loved it though. She worked in the City and made good money and this was her first step on the property ladder. She’d only had the apartment for about a month and had already had a flat warming party and some of her best friends round to dinner – and now she was showing it off to her new boyfriend.

 

Well – perhaps boyfriend wasn’t a very suitable term for Mark. Although Annabel was 29 – well 30 next month – she’d always been attracted to older men. She had lost her virginity when she was 17 to a friend of her father’s who was more than twice her age and that had been an extremely pleasant sexual awakening. He had taken his time to arouse her with extremely sensuous foreplay and subsequently she’d found the wham bang thank you ma’am behaviour of most of the youths of her own age to say the least disappointing. Older men who take out much younger women may well be sexual predators for the most part, but they do seem to appreciate what they are getting so much more – and the sense of adventure in trying out new sexual practices she found exceptionally arousing.

 

Mark admitted to 50, and although he didn’t look it a couple of throwaway statements had already made her realise he was definitely a little older than he claimed. She guessed about 57 or 58, but she didn’t mind. He’d already brought her to heights of sexual ecstasy she had not encountered before. She marvelled in her own sexuality – her ability to achieve orgasm after orgasm at Mark’s gentle touch – and he so obviously delighted in her coming and coming again. And he’d just introduced her to sensual spanking.

 

She’d been first appalled at the idea – and a little afraid. She hadn’t been spanked since she was about ten when her father had applied a hairbrush to her bare bottom with such intensity that she really hadn’t been able to sit down comfortably for a few hours. She knew she’d deserved it – she’d niggled and pushed her parents to their limits. It wasn’t a calculated spanking from her father – it was an angry one and in a way she knew she’d won even though she went bawling and screaming to her bedroom to nurse her poor bruised bottom. He’d never spanked her again – she’d realised he was ashamed how hard he’d beaten her and she now knew just how far she could push her parents. She was, she admitted, a rather spoilt child and much of her behaviour with the opposite sex was a direct result of this. She used to trample all over her boyfriends – and somehow despised them when they did what she wanted. Sure she granted sexual favours when she felt like it – maybe that was why the sex was nearly always so unsatisfactory – except with some of the older and more self assured males she’d found attractive.

 

Mark was indeed self assured. Last week when she’d thrown a mini temper tantrum to try and get her way, he’d hoicked her over his knee and spanked her – not hard, but enough to sting. She was so taken aback that it totally silenced her – but she knew it had also aroused her. Mark sensed it too and a little later he massaged her bottom and eased her panties down and gave her another light spanking. She’d wriggled and writhed over his knee as this warm glow reached from her bottom to other parts and his first gentle touch of her clit had sent her right over the top. She didn’t think she’d ever had such a powerful orgasm. She wanted him to spank her harder – maybe even very hard, but didn’t like to say so. Even though he didn’t the sex that evening was terrific and she could hardly wait for her next spanking – and tonight could be the night! She could feel herself dampening between the legs just at the thought. How would she get him to spank her harder, without telling him directly which she felt might put him off her somehow? Maybe another minor tantrum was in order.

 

Mark’s arrival gave her the opportunity straight away. He was nearly an hour late. He’d been caught on the underground on a broken down train. She did believe him, but pretended not to and was sarcastic – and remembering her childhood she pushed and niggled away until she achieved her objective.

 

“Annabel” he fumed at last, “I’m going to give you the benefit of assuming you actually want what’s about to happen to you and that’s what all this is about. But young lady this time you are going to be really sorry.” He stood up and went to the bathroom. Annabel at first thought he was going to leave and was about to rush after him when he re-appeared holding her long handled Body Shop bath brush. “I saw this last time I was here” he said, “and I thought at the time that this could make a useful implement – and now both you and I are about to find out how useful.”

 

Annabel started to plead. She didn’t like the idea of the bathbrush at all. She’d actually played about and spanked herself with it and even that had hurt. But even so she realised she was also very excited in areas that mattered! He dragged her by the arm into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her over his knee. He took her panties straight down and proceeded to spank her. God it hurt – and the Annabel realised that the curtains were still open and anyone looking out of the building opposite could see what was going on. “Mark, stop – draw the curtains – please” she shouted. Mark didn’t stop. “Someone might be watching” she shouted. “Let them. I hope they are” he said as he applied the brush even harder.

The spanking hurt – really hurt, but what was worse was the thought that they might be being watched excited her as well. She could feel herself getting so wet between the legs as the bathbrush continued to be brought down relentlessly on her bare bottom. She was genuinely sobbing now and Mark stopped. He rubbed her bottom and between her legs and felt how wet she was. He picked her up and kissed away the tears, all the time fondling her between the legs until she came in a huge orgasm that made her shake and her knees tremble. And as he continued massaging, she continued coming – it went on almost endlessly. She was crying, she was breathless, she had never experienced such pleasure as he laid her gently down and eased off his own trousers. She felt for his erect penis. He used its head to massage her clit some more without putting it in and at the same time eased up her blouse and expertly unhooked her brassiere so he could play with her very erect nipples. She knew she was now virtually naked on her bed and still in view of anyone who might have been watching from the office building – she didn’t care – it enhanced everything in her mind. ‘Let them watch and be jealous’ she thought. Anyone would surely love to be in her place now. Such pleasure despite the burning ache in her bottom.

 

She sensed Mark ease on a condom as at last he entered her, kissing her breasts – raising her legs high in the air as he thrust in deeply. She had never stopped coming since that first orgasm – she was almost exhausted, but still her body defied her shuddering as the pleasure coursed from her brain right down to her feet. She realised he was coming too and pulled him in tight. She watched his face as he grimaced seeming like he was in pain – the petit mort as the French called itt – so apt. He gasped as he came and then they lay in each other’s arms cuddling each other tight. Who cares who was watching – probably nobody – but you never know. Just the thought that someone might be. She had to do this again. But maybe the spanking was too hard she thought – but then I don’t have to be such a bitch and maybe he won’t do it quite so hard. But then maybe….. She thought back on the pleasurable part. “If I need the pain to achieve that kind of pleasure then it’s a no-brainer” she thought. And as for the watchers in the wings – “well maybe we can sell tickets and help pay off my mortgage” she thought with an inner grin as she curled up beside Mark and the evening drew in.

The Apartment Game

Its been a long time since I posted a story here, but some recent spanking encounters have prompted me to add to those on the site.  My most recent encounter was with a lady who initially professed she didn’t want to be spanked but had read some of my stories and found herself incredibly turned on.  Needless to say she eventaully let me handspank her very lightly – and wow – what a result.  Don’t think I’ve ever known anyone achieve so many orgasms in such a short space of time.  What a bonus!  Anyway thats a digression – here’s the story – not quite as erotic as some but hope you enjoy it anyway

The Apartment Game

She turned the key in the door and entered the apartment. No sign of life yet. She dumped her briefcase in the kitchen and quickly changed out of her office gear. She pulled on the very short pleated skirt and white blouse, white ankle socks and her trainers and wrapped a cloth round her hair holding it up at the back. She went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Yes she looked the part alright.

She made his coffee as instructed and when it was ready she nervously knocked on the bedroom door. There was no response. She quietly pushed it open. He was lying there waiting for her.

‘Good Morning Sir’

‘Morning Liz’ he replied as she walked over and laid the cup and saucer on his bedside table.

‘I hope you’ve done exactly as instructed’

She shivered as he reached out and slowly lifted her skirt.

‘You’re wearing panties’ he said sternly. ‘I thought I’d told you no panties’

‘Sorry sir. I just didn’t feel right without my panties.’

‘Well, I consider that wilful disobedience and you’ll be punished for it. Take them off now – and then go and get that hairbrush off the dressing table’

‘Yes sir’ she said as she removed her panties. She walked across the room and saw the long handled polished wood brush lying on his dressing table. It looked like a clothesbrush to her but she wasn’t going to argue – not now anyway.

She turned round to see he was getting out of bed. He wasn’t wearing any clothes. She could see he was very aroused as he sat on the edge of the bed. She started to feel damp between the legs. She knew what was coming – indeed she welcomed it – which was why she’d left her panties on to give him the quick excuse to spank her.

‘Come and lie over my lap’ he said.

She lay across his lap and felt him pick up her skirt. He started to gently rub her bottom. She had that half-fear half burning desire of the lady who both desires and dreads her punishment.

‘I think 20 spanks are called for for wilful disobedience’ he said as he continued to rub her bottom edging his fingers down the now almost dripping area between her legs. She moaned as he touched her clitoris. She could feel his erection pressing hard against her thigh.

He took his hand from her bottom and she tensed as he picked up the clothesbrush. He started to spank her – slowly, but hard, allowing the pain to sink in and intensify before the next stroke. God it hurt, but it was so good. He was an accomplished spanker. He covered every inch of her bottom turning it shades of pink and red and a couple of purple patches too. She wriggled and yelped as he spanked, but didn’t cry – she prided herself on not breaking down however much the spanking hurt.

The spanking over she climbed gingerly off his knee, rubbing her sore bottom.

‘So next time, remember not to wear your panties’ he said trying hard to repress his smile as he said it.

‘Yes sir’ she replied knowing full well that if she did she’d find some other way of ‘disobeying’ him and receiving her first spanking of the day.

‘Now you can tidy the sitting room and make my breakfast – and as an additional forfeit take your top and bra off too’

She stood in front of him and removed her blouse and unhitched her brassiere freeing her breasts. They were one of her best points she thought, not too large and still firm despite her 35 years. She displayed them proudly and revelled in his admiring look. She noticed his erection hadn’t diminished either. She wondered if he’d fuck her this time – or perhaps punish her more by making her make him come without any direct sexual pleasure herself. Although this was a game they’d played many times he usually managed to bring some new nuances too it so she was never sure how it would work out.

As he repaired to the bathroom, she tidied the sitting room and then prepared his breakfast, in both cases making sure things weren’t quite perfect. She definitely needed more this morning.

He came out of the bathroom, wrapping his dressing gown around him and sat down to eat his breakfast. He noted she’d fried the eggs hard, instead of easy as he liked them, the toast was slightly burnt and the coffee had too much sugar in it. He smiled to himself. After he finished breakfast she washed up and he inspected the sitting room. A couple of cushions were out of place, a dirty glass remained on the sideboard. No she certainly had been a little remiss.

‘Come here Liz’ he said.

He pointed out all the faults in his breakfast and in the room tidying.

‘What have you got to say for yourself?’
‘Sorry sir’ she said with a half smile.

‘Sorry isn’t good enough’ he replied, and took her by the hand and steered her towards an upright chair which he had placed in the centre of the room.

‘Now you know what that chair means’ he said

‘Yes sir’ she stammered. She did know. He was going to use the riding crop on her and she was beginning to wish she’d not left things out of place and had cooked his breakfast as he liked it.

‘You are going to receive three strokes with the crop for each fault – and an extra six for carelessness. That makes 18 in all. Is that right?’ She realised he’d missed one fault out – should she tell him or not. She decided, on balance, not to mention it. ‘Yes sir’ she said.

Raise your skirt, bend over the chair and place your legs wide apart. You don’t get up, or allow your skirt to fall over your bottom or rub your bottom until I say you can, or you get six more. Do you understand?’

‘Yes sir’ she replied as she bent over the chair, raising her skirt so the hem rested on the small of her back.

She sensed him move round behind her and gasped as he rubbed the crop up between her legs. He flicked it so the end slapped against her again-wet pussy. She gasped in both pain and pleasure as he repeated this a few times.

‘You like that don’t you?’ he said.

‘Yes sir’ she replied.

‘Well the idea’s to punish you, not pleasure you so I’d better start the spanking’ he said.

Again she sensed him raise the crop and tensed her bottom as she heard it swish through the air and crack sharply across her bare bottom. She’d had the crop many times before, but each time the pain of the first stroke always took her by surprise. She gasped and bit her tongue with the pain.

She heard it swish through the air again and again as he laid a neat line of scarlet welts across her bottom. She counted a dozen. She desperately wanted to stand up and rub her bottom furiously, but knew that to do that invited more and she wasn’t sure she could take more.

Thirteen – across the top of her thighs. Fourteen slightly lower. She cried out with the pain. then the last four across the middle of her bottom again. It was over, but she didn’t get up.

‘Oh – I’ve just seen you left a dirty glass on the sideboard. I didn’t count that one. I owe you another three – plus six more for not telling me. However I’ll let you off the crop – you can have those with the hairbrush again.’

Liz wasn’t too sure that this was in any way a letoff. Her bottom was already very sore and the hairbrush over the top of the cropping was not going to be pleasant.

‘Right – you can count these out and thank me as I give them to you’

‘Yes sir.’

He went into the bedroom and re-appeared with the clothesbrush.

‘Ready?’

‘Yes sir’

He rubbed the shiny back of the clothesbrush across her bottom – even this gentle action hurt as it crossed the weals left by the crop. She sensed him lifting it up. She tensed and flinched as it was brought down hard across her bottom. Pain shot through her again.

‘One sir, thank you sir’ she gasped out.

He waited for the pain to well up and diminish slightly before the next stroke. This was right across the fleshy part at the top of her thighs. She hardly managed the ‘Two sir. thank you sir’ this time and desperately wanted to stand up and rub her poor abused bottom, but knew if she did that he would only prolong the spanking. She could feel tears forming in her eyes – no dammit, she wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of seeing her cry.

The clothesbrush descended again – right across the middle of her bottom. She had to draw breath before the ‘Three sir, Thank you sir.’ which came out with difficulty. God, six to go – could she handle this?

Somehow she did survive the next six strokes – maybe he’d eased off just a little, but if he had it was not much. He gave her permission to stand up. She did and grimaced as the movement had an effect. She started to rub her behind, but even that hurt.

‘Now you’ve been suitably chastised for the sloppy cleaning and cooking, you can go and make my bed – and it better be perfect.’

She walked slowly and tentatively back into the bedroom and started to tidy his bed. She made sure his bottom sheet was stretched taut and tucked in with hospital corners.

She felt him come up behind her. She fervently hoped this didn’t mean another spanking – she certainly wasn’t trying to leave anything undone any more. She’d had about as much as she could take.

She tensed as she felt him lift up her skirt, and jumped as he started to caress her bottom. His gentle touch hurt, but she forgot that as his fingers worked their way down between her legs and generating her desire which expressed itself in dampness. He pushed her legs apart and her face down to touch the bed leaving her totally exposed to whatever he wanted to do. She smiled as she felt him manoeuvre his erect penis into her vagina.

He moved it in and out really slowly and she exploded in an orgasm almost immediately. She hoped he could keep it up for a bit because once she started coming she could go on and on. She could feel his thighs and stomach pressing against her sore bottom as he moved in and out – what a sensation. She came twice more before he gently rolled her over onto the bed.

The heat in her bottom added to the sensation as he caressed her breasts and fondled her pussy until she came again. He moved her legs apart and entered her yet again building both of them up to a huge climax which they reached virtually simultaneously, before collapsing spent on the bed – which Liz noticed wryly now needed remaking.

After several minutes of gentle caresses he looked at his watch. ‘OK Liz, roleplay over I’m afraid – we both need to get cleaned up and dressed and get to work.

‘Probably just as well – my bottom’s really sore’

‘Give you something to remember through the day’

‘Yes, it’ll really set me up – those wimpy merchant bankers won’t know what hit them’ said Liz. She had a heavy day ahead negotiating terms for the takeover of a rival company. She felt the need to submit on occasion as an antidote to her powerful position in her company which, as often as not, had her riding roughshod over employees and competitors alike. It was a real release.

They ended up in the shower together, washing each other down. He actually felt a little guilty when he gently soaped the weals on her bottom, but he knew that was what she wanted, needed. She soaped him gently all over and smiled as his penis began to stir again under her attention. They made love again in the shower. A great way to start the day they both thought to themselves. Well it worked for them in their different ways.

‘Same time next week Liz?’ he said as she left. She turned and smiled an affirmative back at him luxuriating in the sated post coital state and the delicious effect of her slip and skirt rubbing over her sore bottom.

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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!