Flight into Trouble – Part Six

By Eleanor Powell | July 12, 2010

The story so far ……

Margie and Pete had met up with Tazeline in the luxury bedroom at the Plaza Hotel – all part of the all expenses paid weekend in Berlin that Tazeline had won.

The two girls were putting on a show for Pete, re-enacting the last time they had been together. The musky smell of arousal hung heavy in the air.

Pete had joined them on the bed and was finger fucking Margie when Tazeline asked him to stop as there was something else she wanted to try.

She got something out of the drawer of the bedside cabinet.

Now read on ……

Pete had already rolled Margie over onto her tummy – she twisted her neck round trying to see what her friend was up to, but just couldn’t twist it round far enough.

Pete laughed, ‘be my guest Tazzy.’

‘Thanks Pete, hope you don’t mind, but I’ve wanted to do this for years.’

‘Like I said, be my guest.’

Margie let out a shriek as a two inch strip of leather made contact with her left quivering cheek – that was immediately followed by another to her right one.

The leather belt came down on Margie’s reddening cheeks again and again; she was arching her bottom upwards in an attempt to meet the belt as it descended onto her bottom.

She felt the old familiar feeling – an orgasm was imminent. Her moans and convulsive movements went on for a time then subsided. Her whole body went limp.

Tazeline’s face was red, her dark eyes glistening. ‘Margie, why didn’t you tell me you were into spanking?’

‘I didn’t think you’d be interested.’

‘You must be joking – ever since the boy next door put me over his knee, I was hooked.’

‘How old were you then?’ Pete interrupted.

‘Oh! Nine or ten,’

‘Phew! Aren’t I the lucky one? He said.

‘What do you mean? The girls asked in chorus.

‘I’ve got two lovely young ladies almost begging me to spank them, what more can a guy want?’

The girls giggled.

‘Right, Margie’s bottom is looking a bit sore, so Tazzy, how long is it since you had a spanking?’ he asked.

‘Errr! Seems like years ago – ok twelve hours since.’

‘Hey Margie, do you mind if I sort out your naughty friend’s bottom?’

‘Of course not,’ she answered. ‘This I’ve gotta see.’ She moved off the bed – taking a pillow with her, she sat down on the wicker chair.

Pete sat down on the side of the bed and beckoned to Tazeline to come and join him.

She came closer, but not close enough for him to reach her.

‘Come on you little tease,’ he reached out and caught hold of her wrist.

Pulling her over his knee, he jiggled her about, until he was satisfied with the position she was in.

At first he brought his strong right hand down on top of her mini skirt. Although with her wriggling about over his knee it had soon ridden up to reveal an already reddened bottom that her black see through knickers didn’t hide.

The sound of hand meeting bare bottom and Tazeline’s shrieks echoed round the bedroom.

The door burst open. ‘What’s going on ‘ere then?’ It was the hotel porter.
‘Is he attacking you Miss?’

Tazeline scrambled off Pete’s knee. ‘No, thank you, I’m all right.’

A bulge had appeared in his trousers. ‘This is the Plaza Hotel; we don’t condone behaviour like this.’

‘Are you going to throw us out,’ Pete had put himself in front of the two girls – gallantly trying to shield them.

‘No Sir, I’ve got a better idea.’

To be continued ……

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