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Flight into Trouble – Part Thirteen
By Eleanor Powell | July 25, 2010
The story so far ……
The doorman at the Excelsior Hotel in Berlin was taking Tazeline and Margie up to the penthouse suite on the 120th floor. When the lift stopped between floors, he had moved in to carry out his threat of giving Tazeline the spanking of her life.
He had stopped the lift and only restarted it once he had ordered her to take off her knickers – which she did reluctantly and he put them into his pocket.
Now they had arrived at the 120th floor – he had locked the door of the penthouse suite and pocketed the key.
Tazeline was really worried now. What was he going to do to her? Nobody would hear her scream.
Now read on ……
‘Right Fraulein, what did I say I was going to do if you were rude to me again?’
She lowered her head and didn’t answer.
‘Come now,’ he said. ‘You had a lot to say for yourself a short time ago.’
Still she said nothing.
‘Very well, I’ll tell you exactly what I said,’ he went and sat down on the couch and beckoned to her – patting his knee.
But instead of moving towards him, she moved further away from him.
‘Fraulein if I have to come and get you, you are going to be in even more trouble,’ he warned her.
By now she was cowering in the corner, all the cheek and rudeness had deserted her.
Margie was watching the scenario playing out in front of her. She suddenly realised that he was now speaking to her.
‘You Fraulein,’ he pointed his finger at her. ‘Come here.’
‘No, no what have I done?’
I’m just testing how obedient you are Fraulein.’ He again beckoned to her. But she too backed away from him.
‘I’ll give you one last chance Fraulein. Bring your friend to me or you will get the spanking she is going to get.’
Poor Margie didn’t know what to do. Unfortunately, her indecision paralysed her.
Giving an exaggerated sigh, the doorman stood up and within a couple of strides he was towering over her. Grabbing her left arm he pulled her over to the couch, sitting down on it again he hauled her over his knee.
‘Don’t touch Margie,’ Tazeline had moved across the room and was now standing in front of him.
‘Fraulein, your friend here has been just as naughty as you,’ he flipped up Margie’s skirt and in one quick movement he pulled her knickers down and off – stuffing the flimsy black scrap of nylon into his pocket. ‘I will not tolerate disobedience,’ he went on. ‘Just understand, whatever your friend is going to get now, you will get double because you are the troublemaker.’
Tazeline gasped and went back to cowering in the corner.
Raising his strong right arm he brought his big hard hand down on Margie’s left bottom cheek.
‘Ouch,’ Margie screamed, wriggling her bottom from side to side. Ignoring her squeals of pain he carried on with the spanking relentlessly.
By the time he had delivered thirty spanks to Margie’s bottom, she was in floods of tears and her bottom was a deep fiery red.
He pushed her off his knee, so that she landed on all fours on the lounge carpet.
‘Right Fraulein, let’s see if you have learned obedience – go and bring your friend to me and do it quickly.’
She hesitated again – taking it as disobedience, he pulled her up off the carpet and again over his knee.
‘Stop, please stop,’ she pleaded. ‘I’ll go and get her.’
‘Too late Fraulein, I expect instant obedience. If I do nothing else today, I will teach you two little brats the meaning of the word.’
Tazeline again stood in front of him. ‘Please spank me, leave her alone.’
‘Have patience Fraulein, it will be your turn very soon.’
‘But,’ she protested.
Raising his right eyebrow, he looked her straight in the eye. ‘Arguing Fraulein, isn’t that a form of disobedience?’
She went and sat down in the red velvet chair.
‘Don’t sit there,’ he barked. ‘Kneel on it and lean over the back. Then I know you are ready for your spanking.’
This time, she obeyed him immediately. ‘Good girl, you appear to be learning obedience.’
He went back to spanking Margie’s very sore bottom and she lay over his knee, again crying and wriggling about.
‘Fraulein,’ he called to Tazeline, ‘come here.’
What does he want of her?
To be continued ……
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