Spanking Fiction
Spanking Stories – Flight into Trouble – Part Twenty-Six
Friday, July 22nd, 2011The spanking story so far ……
The hotel’s fire alarm clanged out its warning – there is a fire. The door of the penthouse suite is roughly pushed open and four hunky firemen are standing in the doorway – taking in the sight of two men and two women in various stages of undress.
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The fire chief is the first to speak. ‘Sorry folks, the fire is no longer a danger – but from what I can see here, is two very hot chicks, with two fiery red bottoms.’ The other firemen laughed. ‘We came to save your lives,’ he went on, ‘would it be all right if we join in the fun?’
Tazeline and Margie were giggling.
‘It’s up to the girls,’ said the senior doorman. However, the two poor helpless girls have already selected one fireman each and have started to stroke the bulge in his trousers. Zips are pulled down and two rampant cocks come into view.
Margie kneeled down in front of her fireman – stretching her mouth open as wide as she could, she took his massive manhood into it. While she was giving her full attention to the job in mouth, the fire chief, seeing her bare bottom sticking up in the air, takes advantage of the situation and pulling his thick leather belt from its loops, lays six strokes on her mobile bottom. She tries to escape the bite of the leather on her already tortured bottom, but with his large hand firmly in the small of her back, he easily holds her in place. The shock of the pain that went through her bottom, made her close her teeth around the innocent cock she was sucking.
The owner of the cock felt her sharp little teeth graze it and hastily pulled it out of her mouth.
Meanwhile Tazeline has been placed on the couch; her legs are up in the diaper position. One fireman is thrusting his cock into her hot wet pussy, while the other one is trying to stuff both of her tits into his mouth at once.
The clanging of the fire alarm made everybody jump. The crackling voice of the control room, came over the fire chief’s walky talky. The fire is out of control again, it’s now on the 100th floor. Evacuate, evacuate.
Will they all escape this new danger?
To be continued ……
Flight into Trouble – Part Twenty-Five
Tuesday, July 5th, 2011The story so far ……
Rolf has spanked Tazeline so severely – she is bruised and blood is oozing from little cuts where her skin has been broken.
Now he is going to show her his gentler side by soothing her sore bottom with a lotion.
He wants to put her back over his knee, poor Tazeline is worried – is he going to spank her again?
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She looked up at him fearfully, with pleading in her eyes.
‘Trust me Tazeline, I promise I’m not going to hurt you again,’ he lifted her off the bed. ‘It will be easier to spread the lotion over your bottom if you’re over my knee.’
So she found herself once again lying over his knee, but this time, the hand that had hurt her so badly was gently spreading the pink lotion over her sore twitching bottom.
Rolf’s long slender fingers massaged the cream into the red-hot skin. He was using a circular motion – at first a wide circle, gradually getting smaller and smaller, until he was kneading her tender cheeks – occasionally stretching out his index finger and running it up and down the crack between them. Now, she is moaning softly, clenching and unclenching her bottom as she is being turned on.
When his probing finger slid easily into her hot wet pussy, making contact with her swollen clit, she bucked over his knee. Her juices were flowing freely and her love passage was so lubricated – his finger entered her and started finger fucking her. Sometimes he would withdraw his finger and use a circular movement around her anus; this sent her into a frenzy. Taking his cue, he gently put his digit into the tight little orifice. Then he withdrew his finger and this time she was gasping in disappointment.
She felt him fumbling in his pocket; twisting her head round trying to see over her own shoulder. She felt him pushing something into her anus. She couldn’t think what it was but it filled her – and when he once again slid his finger into her throbbing pussy, her cheeks tightened and relaxed, causing whatever it was he’d pushed into her, to go deeper and deeper.
As she became closer and closer to having an orgasm, she was about to go over the edge – he slowly pulled the beads out of her bottom hole. She let out a scream, causing both Margie and the senior doorman to rush into the bedroom to see what was happening.
They found her lying limp over Rolf’s knee, her bottom still gyrating and twitching. She became aware of something sticking into her stomach and he bent his head – whispering in her ear.
She scrambled off his knee and knelt down between his legs, Placing her hot little mouth over his stiff pulsating cock, she let him push it into her mouth, making her gag as it touched the back of her throat.
Margie and the doorman looked at each other, he raised an eyebrow and arm in arm, and they left Tazeline and Rolf and went back to the lounge.
There were grunts, sighs, and the occasional sound of a hand slapping a bare bottom.
Then came a clanging sound – it was the fire alarm. This was followed by a loud banging on the front door of the penthouse suite. Without waiting for a reply, the door was forcefully pushed open and four burly firefighters rushed into the room.
The Chief Fireman’s mobile phone rang and he answered it immediately.
‘Okay men, the fire has been contained on the twentieth floor,’ he informed the fire crew.
However, the air was thick with the smell of arousal.
What’s going to happen now to Margie and Tazeline?
To be continued ……
Spanking Stories – Flight into Trouble – Part Twenty-Four
Monday, June 20th, 2011The story so far ……
When Rolf the trainee doorman had forced his cock into Tazeline’s mouth, she had bitten it. He was so enraged he put her over his knee and spanked her. However, he was so intent on hurting her, as she had hurt him, that he ignored her pleas for mercy and apologies.
The doorman had left Margie and was now talking to Rolf.
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He had caught hold of Rolf’s arm, as it was on its way down to make contact with Tazeline’s bottom yet again. ‘Rolf, enough, you are going too far,’ he said.
Rolf came out of his daze and looking down at Tazeline’s bottom, he saw the bruises that were overlapping each other – spreading out from her lower back to the tops of her thighs. He had also broken the skin in several places where his signet ring had dug into her tender flesh and blood was oozing out of the little cuts.
‘Rolf you young fool, she can have you up for assault.’
‘But Wolfgang she assaulted me first.’
‘You did rather ask for it – forcing your cock into her mouth like that.’
Meanwhile, Tazeline was still lying over Rolf’s knee, her bottom twitching. She listened to the exchange between the two men. Her bottom was hurting and smarting and she was still sobbing.
Rolf lifted her off his knee and carried her through to the bedroom, gently laying her down on the bed. She winced as her bottom touched the feather mattress.
‘I’m sorry Tazeline, please forgive me.’
She looked up at him, her eyes still swimming with tears.
‘Rolf you’ve really hurt me,’ she said.
‘I know and I really am sorry, I’m not usually like that.’
‘What are you usually like?’ she asked softly.
‘Gentle and caring,’ he said. ‘Let me show you,’
‘How you going to do that?’
‘For a start, let me put some cream on your bottom.’
‘Ok, thanks,’ she looked up at him trustingly.
‘I’ll be back in a minute,’ he said, ‘I’m just going to find something to soothe your bottom.’
When he returned, he was carrying a large bottle with a pink lotion inside it.
As he approached the bed, her eyes followed him around.
Placing the bottle of lotion on the bedside cabinet, he bent over her. ‘Put your arms around my neck Tazeline.’
‘Why?’ she asked, looking puzzled.
‘I want to put you back over my knee.’
She gasped.
Is he going to spank her again?
To be continued ……
Flight into Trouble – Part Twenty-Three
Monday, June 13th, 2011The story so far ……
Rolf the trainee doorman at the Excelsior Hotel in Berlin had inadvertently stumbled upon the head doorman Herr Wolfgang Schmidt and the two young ladies, Tazeline and Margie – and the younger man couldn’t believe his luck, when Wolfgang asked for his help.
When given the choice, which girl he wanted to play with, he chose Tazeline.
However, he soon realised that he had a wildcat to deal with – would he be able to cope with her?
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His lack of confidence was obvious and Tazeline intended to take advantage of that.
‘Come on Rolf,’ she said, ‘now you’ve got me, what you going to do with me?’
‘I am going to … ,’ his voice came out as a squeak. He cleared his throat and started again.
‘You young lady, just swore at Wolfgang and that was very disrespectful of you.’
Sticking her tongue out at him, she laughed and said, ‘And you can piss off too.’
‘You know what,’ he said. ‘You’re not in the best position to say that.’
She was still kneeling with her sore bare bottom stuck up in the air. And being blindfolded, she was surprised at what he did next.
When he spoke to her, Tazeline knew he was now standing in front of her.
Roughly pulling off her blindfold, he said, ‘Look Tazeline, I want you to see what I’ve got for you.’
He was guiding his eight inch, purple headed, pulsating cock downwards from her forehead towards her mouth. She tried to pull away from him, but he put his hand on the back of her neck and held her in a vice like grip.
‘Open your mouth Tazeline,’
‘Shan’t,’ she said, too late, realising her mistake. Quick to take advantage, he slipped his rampant cock into her partly opened mouth, forcing her to open her mouth even wider. She gagged as his cock rammed down her throat. He then withdrew it slightly and she clamped her sharp little teeth around it.
With a loud scream, he pulled away from her. His proud cock was now shrivelled and hanging down between his legs – blood dripping from it, onto the rose pink carpet.
‘You vicious little bitch,’ he roared at her. ‘You’ll be sorry you did that.’
Hauling her to her feet, he sat down on a chair, putting her over his knee. He jiggled her about until he had her in position, then raising his right arm; he brought his hard hand down on her upturned bottom. She let out a loud scream. However, he totally ignored her pleas for mercy and his hand made contact with her bottom time and again. Her screams turned to sobs but still he carried on. To Tazeline, the whole thing was a blur of pain.
Then she heard the doorman’s voice.
What was he saying?
To be continued ……
Flight into Trouble – Part Twenty-Two
Thursday, June 2nd, 2011The story so far ……
Margie is cleaning up her friend Tazeline, by using her tongue, causing her to moan softly as she is being aroused by the wandering tongue. Meanwhile, the doorman is on his hands and knees using his tongue on Margie. He’s cleaning her up after coming all over her sore bottom; therefore, Margie was also moaning and the doorman was breathing heavily.
The three of them jumped, as there was a knock on the door.
Who could it be?
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Instinctively they froze and were silent.
Again, the knocking could be heard, echoing around the lounge of the penthouse at the exclusive Excelsior Hotel in Berlin.
‘Herr Schmidt – Wolfgang what are you doing in there?’
With a big sigh, the doorman stood up. Putting a finger to his lips, warning the two girls to keep quiet, he went to the door, opening it slightly he spoke to the caller in a whisper.
Margie and Tazeline strained to hear what was going on, but they couldn’t make out what was being said.
Then the doorman opened the door wide enough to admit a younger man, also wearing a doorman’s uniform.
‘See Rolf, these two young ladies have been keeping me busy.’
Rolf’s eyes widened in amazement at the sight before him.
The two girls were still on their hands and knees with their very red bare bottoms stuck up in the air and in full view.
The younger man sucked in his breath.
Tazeline scrabbled to take off the blindfold.
Then the doorman was across the room in a couple of strides – slapping both their bottoms, he said, ‘Keep still both of you.’ Pulling Tazeline up, he sat down on a chair putting her over his knee. ‘Fraulein, you will leave that blindfold in place or …’ he punctuated each word with a slap to her bottom.
After twenty slaps, poor Tazeline’s bottom was a bright crimson and she was lying limp over his knee, whimpering. When he pushed her off his knee, she landed on the soft carpet on all fours. With another hard slap to each cheek, he told her, ‘Don’t move Fraulein, stay right there.’
‘That’s better,’ he said. ‘We can’t have Rolf thinking I can’t control you two.’
‘Wow! How do you do it you jammy sod?’ Rolf looked at the doorman in absolute awe.
‘Come on Frauleins, be nice to Rolf. He’s new here and I’m showing him the ropes.’
Margie was the first to speak, ‘Hi Rolf, pleased to meet you.’
Rolf’s face reddened as the attention of both the girls was now on him.
‘Don’t stand there gawping man,’ the doorman said, putting an arm across the younger man’s shoulders. ‘I’m finding it a bit tiring having to deal with these two; do you think you could give me a helping hand?’
‘Wow, you bet,’ Rolf said eagerly. There was a bulge that was very visible in his trousers.
‘Okay Rolf, which one would you like to play with first?’
‘Is it all right if I choose this one?’ he pointed to Tazeline.
‘No problem my friend,’
Tazeline tried to crawl away. However, the doorman stood in front of her, blocking her path. ‘Now Fraulein be nice to Rolf.’
‘Piss off,’ she said.
‘Disgusting language for a young lady,’ he said. ‘She’s all yours Rolf, maybe you can tame her.’
Will Rolf manage to sort her out?
To be continued ……
Spanking Stories – Flight into Trouble – Part Twenty One
Thursday, May 19th, 2011The story so far ……
Margie is obediently cleaning up Tazeline after the doorman had cum inside her – leaving his spend trickling down her legs.
She is so busy using her tongue – starting at the inside of Tazzy’s knee and moving upwards towards her friend’s gaping pussy, she didn’t notice what the doorman was up to until ……
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She felt something warm and wet trickling over her sore and burning bottom – as it meandered down over her hips – the fire in her blazing nates was extinguished.
Looking back over her shoulder, she saw him tucking his flaccid cock back into his trousers.
‘Carry on with what you were doing Fraulein,’ he ordered her. ‘Is your friend enjoying what you are doing to her?’
Margie didn’t answer, but carried on cleaning up her friend.
A sharp stinging slap to her left cheek, quickly followed by a spank to her right cheek made her gasp and wriggle her bottom.
‘Do you know why I did that Fraulein?’
‘Because you’re a pervert,’ and she gyrated her bottom provocatively at him.
‘Do that again Fraulein and ………..’
So, she cheekily gyrated her bottom again – then paused – waiting to see what would happen next.
Then he was down on his hands and knees behind her. ‘Your friend needs cleaning up still,’ he said gruffly. ‘So carry on.’
Margie went back to licking the inside of her friend’s thighs; she was now approaching her hot moist pussy. Her pointed tongue would gently probe the twitching slit – causing Tazeline to gasp and moan, before letting her tongue wander downwards again.
‘You’re doing well Fraulein, your friend seems to be enjoying what you’re doing to her.’
Then Margie was moaning softly, gasping and wriggling her own bottom from side to side as the doorman was mirroring whatever she did to Tazeline. His tongue moved up her legs, reaching her pulsating pussy – then teasingly withdrawing it and starting its journey downwards again.
She gasped again, only this time in disappointment. However, he cleverly played her, letting his hands wander hither and thither over her bottom, then allowing his forefinger to trace a path down the crack between her cheeks. Pulling her cheeks apart, he replaced his forefinger with his tongue – which he used to lick all around her anus. She was wriggling about so much, he had to hold onto her hips to keep her in place.
Tazeline was moaning, Margie was moaning, while the doorman was doing some heavy breathing.
A knocking on the door made the three of them jump.
Who could it be?
To be continued ……
Spanking Stories – Flight into Trouble – Part Twenty
Monday, May 9th, 2011The story so far ……
The doorman has just come inside Tazeline and his cum is running down her legs.
He has ordered Margie to come and help her friend. But what kind of help does Tazeline need?
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‘You’re definitely learning obedience Fraulein,’ he said to Margie. ‘Now don’t go letting me down.’
Margie is standing in front of him, waiting nervously for him to tell her what he wants her to do.
‘Your friend needs cleaning up,’ he tells her.
Margie moves away from him.
‘Fraulein, where do you think you’re going?’
‘I –I’m going to the bathroom to get some tissues.’
‘Oh no Fraulein, that’s not what I meant.’
‘Sorry,’ she mumbles, looking puzzled.
‘I want you to clean her up with your tongue.’
‘No, I-I-I,’
‘Are you arguing with me Fraulein?’
She remains silent.
He gives an exaggerated sigh. ‘Seems to me you haven’t learned obedience after all, have you?’
‘B-but,’
‘How dare you stand there like that, brazenly arguing with me.’ Taking a firm grip of her left arm, he leads her across the room. Sitting down on the couch, he puts her over his knee. ‘Let’s see if another sore bottom changes your attitude.’
The sound of a hand making contact with a bare bottom echoes round the room. Intermingling with the sound of the spanking is the squeals of pain from Margie.
‘I would have thought that you had learned your lesson by now Fraulein.’ He carries on spanking her.
‘Stoppit, please stoppit,’ she pleads with him.
‘I will stop – the minute you tell me you’re ready to obey me in future without question.’
‘Okay, okay, I will do as you want.’
‘That’s a good girl, I’m glad you’re seeing sense at last.’ With a final slap on her bottom, he helps her to her feet.
Slowly, very slowly, she approaches the table where poor Tazeline is blindfolded and still in position.
‘Move it Fraulein – or …’ and he moves towards her.
The implied threat galvanises her into action and within seconds, she is stood behind Tazeline.
‘Right Fraulein clean her up, inside and out, using your tongue only.’
Margie drops to her knees and starts licking the inside of Tazeline’s thighs – starting at the inside of her knees. She concentrates on one leg at a time.
Her tongue moves slowly upwards towards Tazeline’s pussy. She is so engrossed in what she’s doing – that she freezes when …
What is the doorman doing now?
To be continued ……
Spanking Stories – Flight into Trouble – Part Nineteen
Thursday, April 28th, 2011The story so far ……
Margie is reluctantly following the directions of the doorman at the Excelsior Hotel. She has removed Tazeline’s clothing, so that she is now standing there naked.
But, what is happening; the doorman appears to be having difficulty breathing? He’s gasping and grunting.
Margie turns away from Tazeline – and what she sees makes her catch her breath. He is ……?
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He’s standing there, his purple headed cock in his hand, and he’s wanking himself. Meanwhile, he’s oblivious to her standing there staring wide eyed at him.
However, when she moves, he notices her. ‘Come here,’ he orders her.
She approaches him nervously. His next command really shocks her.
‘Kneel down Fraulein and close your eyes.’
Pushing his long thick rampant cock towards her mouth, he says, ‘Go on Fraulein, open your mouth.
She clenches her teeth and twists her head away from him.
‘Open your mouth, you stubborn girl.’
She clenches her teeth even more.
He grabs hold of a handful of her hair and pulls on it so hard, she opens her mouth and lets out a loud ear splitting screech.
Quick to take advantage – he rams his cock into her open mouth, so far down her throat, she finds herself gagging on it.
‘That’s right Fraulein, now suck on it.’ He still has hold of her hair and is able to force her head to nod up and down.
Poor Margie thinks she is going to choke, because his ramrod cock is swelling in her mouth and the more she tries to pull away from him, the tighter he holds her.
Suddenly, he pulls his cock out of her mouth; it happens so fast, she falls backwards onto her sore bottom, and she cries out.
He goes back to wanking himself; while in a couple of strides, he is behind Tazeline. Dragging her across the room, he pushes her face down over the table. Roughly nudging her legs apart with his knee, he enters her from behind.
She can’t escape, as she is impaled on his cock and he plunges into her – deeper and deeper.
His grunts become louder as his cock grows ever larger inside her. Faster, faster, faster he goes, while she is screaming and crying with the pain.
Then her cries change to a soft moaning and she is moving in time to his thrusts. Unable to help herself, she comes at the same time as he does.
Withdrawing his limp cock from her pussy – he wipes it on her still sore red bottom, while his cum begins to run down her legs.
‘Stay there,’ he orders her as he pushes her back over the table.
‘Fraulein, come here,’ he beckons to Margie and like a zombie, she obeys him immediately.
‘Your friend needs some help,’ he tells her.
What kind of help does Tazeline need?
To be continued ……
Spanking Stories – Flight into Trouble – Part Eighteen
Monday, April 18th, 2011The story so far ……
He’d whispered something in her ear – now Margie was about to carry out his command on her best friend Tazeline.
What was she going to have to do?
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As Tazeline was still blindfolded and due to the thick carpet muffling the sound of Margie approaching her, poor Tazeline was shocked by her friend’s actions.
She suddenly sensed that Margie was behind her. Then her especially redesigned panties were being pulled down, down, down her long slim legs – until they were round her ankles.
Instinctively she took her hands down from her head and attempted to stop her knickers being pulled down.
‘Fraulein put your hands back on your head this minute and keep them there, do you understand?’
‘Sorry,’ she said, putting her hands back on her head.
Margie now stood there – not sure what to do next.
‘Come on Fraulein, quickly, help your friend to get her knickers off.’
Crouching down, she urged Tazeline to lift one foot at a time, so her panties could be removed completely.
‘Good Fraulein, now bring them to me.’
Putting the scrap of red nylon into his pocket, he said,
‘Go back to your friend she’s missing you,’
Margie hesitated.
‘Well don’t stand there gawping Fraulein, you know what to do.’
Tazeline felt her friend’s trembling fingers fumbling at the buttons on her blouse. When all five of them were undone, she sharply told Tazeline to bring one hand at a time down from her head in order to slip the blouse off her shoulders.
When Tazeline protested and put up some resistance, Margie gave her a sharp slap on her bare bottom.
‘Keep still you wicked girl,’ she said. ‘Or I will have to give you a proper spanking.’
‘Well done Fraulein, well done,’ the doorman actually smiled at her. ‘See, being my assistant is easy isn’t it?
Not knowing what to say, she said nothing.
‘Let’s not go through that again Fraulein, I expect an answer every time I speak to you.’ He frowned at her. ‘So I repeat – isn’t being my assistant easy?’
‘Yes, yes,’ she answered.
‘Good girl,’ she felt herself beaming at his praise. ‘Now carry on, remember what I told you to do.’
Tazeline felt her skirt being pulled down to her ankles and that too was removed completely.
Now, all Tazeline had on now was her red wonder bra. However, Margie had put her arms around her and unhooked it, so that she found herself braless.
‘Go on Fraulein, you know what to do next.’ His usual commanding voice was now cracked and gasping.
She also gasped, when she saw what he was doing.’
What is he doing?
To be continued ……
Spanking Stories – Flight into Trouble – Part Seventeen
Wednesday, April 6th, 2011The story so far ……
He’d ruined her favorite pair of knickers.
The doorman at the Excelsior Hotel in Berlin was disappointed because Tazeline didn’t like his handiwork. He told her that he did it to help her – in future, she’d be able to put her knickers on blindfolded.
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‘Right Fraulein, now let’s get in some practice.’ He pushed her off his knee, so that she landed on her hands and knees on the soft carpet. ‘Stand up,’ he ordered her.
Hurriedly she scrambled to her feet.
‘Before I blindfold you again,’ he handed her what was left of her knickers. ‘Go on, take a good look at them – memorize them.’
She looked at them in horror. As she had mistakenly put them on back to front, he had completely cut out the back of her knickers. All that was left of them was the elastic waistband, the whole of the front and the crutch was still intact.