A Double Spanking-Part Eight

Original Spanking Stories

by

Eleanor Powell

The story so far…

Joe, my beloved boyfriend, was actually giving me my first real spanking.

He lifted my skirt and pushed it so that it bunched up around my waist. Then he burst out laughing and called to my best friend Pamela and her boyfriend Mike to come and see what was amusing him.

There were the three of them laughing at what was revealed when Joe had pulled up my skirt.

So they took turns, spanking me – after all that was what I had asked for, the message was clear enough – and emblazoned across my bottom it said – ‘Please Spank Me.’

Pamela said she wanted a pair and I promised to give her the link to Kinky Knickers Website.

Joe had interrupted.

What did he say?

Now read on…

‘Good idea Natasha,’ Joe was stroking my by now sore bottom. ‘I want you to send for another pair of knickers – only this time, the message should be – ‘This bottom is the property of my master Joe.’

‘You my master,’ I spluttered.

‘Natasha, my darling, your bottom is still available and I can spank you like this – he placed a firm hand in the middle of my back and beat a rapid tattoo on my quivering bottom.
‘Ouch!’ I squealed loudly.

‘Who’s your lord and master?’ he asked me.

‘You are, you are,’ I giggled.

Then there was a bit of shuffling the other side of the room and out of the corner of my eye I saw Mike had dragged a giggling Pamela over his knee.

He was telling her what he wanted her to have on her knickers.

An hour later the four of us were sat discussing what had happened. We had had a double spanking.

The half empty bottle of wine was still open on the coffee table. Mike took a swig from it – pulled a face – then carried it through to the kitchen. We heard the glugging noise of its contents going down the plughole. Then he came back with a new bottle of wine on a tray – complete with four glasses.

‘Come on guys, let’s celebrate,’ Mike poured some wine into the four glasses.

‘What are we celebrating darling?’ Pamela smiled up at him.

‘We’re celebrating a successful evening,’ and he winked at her.

Meanwhile, I was fidgeting about – I had a sore bottom, but I couldn’t have been happier.

However, I was confused. So much had happened in such a short time. Yet what had happened was so like the fantasy I’d had about being spanked; a fantasy that had been my secret for so long – now it had happened. Was it still part of my fantasy? Then I changed my position and I was aware of my sore bottom. It was lovely, such a wonderful feeling – oh please don’t let me be dreaming I pleaded with the god of spanking.

‘Are you all right my darling?’ Joe put his arm across my shoulder and pulled me close to him.

Giving a contented sigh, I rested my head on his shoulder.
Mike raised his glass, ‘Here’s to our friendship,’ he said. ‘May this evening be the start of many more such evenings.’

We all raised our glasses, ‘to our friendship.’

Mike put on some music. Now what was Pamela up to?

She had carefully put her glass down on the table. Then standing swaying in the middle of the room – she slowly and seductively slid out of her dress. She kicked off her black high heel shoes and pirouetted around the floor discarding her flimsy underwear – tossing it in Joe’s direction. She gave a kick and her knickers went into flight – landing on Joe’s shoulder.

What Joe did then surprised me.

What did Joe do?

To be continued…

A Double Spanking – Part Seven

Original Spanking Storiesby

Eleanor Powell

The Story so Far…

After years of fantasising and yearning for a spanking – now it was happening for real.

Joe the man I adored was doing the honours. Why it was actually happening was ponderable – but I decided I’d enjoy it now and ask questions after.

He’d started the spanking – using his hand on top of my skirt – now he was onto stage two, he pushed my skirt up my back – then I heard him give a gasp that turned into a laugh.

He called to my best friend Pamela and her boyfriend Mike, ‘Come here guys, have you seen anything like this before?’

They too burst out laughing.

What was amusing them so much?


Now read on ……

For goodness sake, I should have been selling tickets. As I lay over Joe’s knee – like exhibit number one. The three of them just stood gawping at me and laughing.

Then I felt a spank on my upturned bottom – it wasn’t Joe but Mike. This was followed by a gentler spank from my bessie friend Pamela.

‘Your turn now Joe,’ Pamela moved aside – giving Joe room to swing his arm.

After that they were taking turns each.
‘Oy!’ I shouted. ‘What’s going on?’

‘Joanne my sweet,’ Joe gently stroked my bottom. ‘How could we resist your invitation?’

‘What invitation?’ I squeaked. As if I didn’t know.

‘Aww! The lady doesn’t know. I’ll show you shall I?’ Joe pulled my knickers right off and stretched them, holding them under my nose.

‘See my darling,’ what does it say in black and white?’

‘Huh! It’s actually in red and white,’ I said cheekily.

His hand landed once again on my by now bare bottom. ‘Sarcasm Joanne is not your best idea, especially while you’re in the position you are in.’

I wriggled my bottom provocatively and that earned me another spank from each member of my appreciative audience.

‘Hey Joanne, where did you get them from?’ Pamela had picked up my discarded knickers and was examining them. ‘Hee hee,’ she giggled. ‘Please spank me,’ she read aloud.

‘I ordered them from Kinky Knickers Website,’ and I laughed. ‘I’ll give you the link if you like.’

Joe interrupted. ‘You can send for another pair,’ he said. ‘Only this time they should say …… ‘

What should they say?

To be continued ……

A Double Spanking – Part Six

Original Spanking Storiesby

Eleanor Powell

The Story so Far…

Oh how I envied my friend Pamela, she had just received a wonderful spanking from her boyfriend Mike – it was just as I had imagined it for years. Now just imagine – we may end up getting a double spanking.

Now my boyfriend Joe is standing in front of me – what was going to happen?

Now read on…

My beloved Joe was acting strangely – I’d never seen him like this before, but I liked it. I felt a shiver of excitement – my body was tingling and I knew now what the expression going weak at the knees meant. I felt nervous with anticipation – I was eager to see more of this unusual side of Joe, but maybe not sure if I would enjoy it.

“Natasha, stand up,” he was looking down at me – a strict look on his handsome face.

Without any argument I stood up, but nearly fell, as my knees were still feeling weak. However, he put out a strong hand to steady me.

For a moment I stood there, not sure what was to come next. He looked down at me, and whispered, “I love you.”

I turned my face up and our eyes met. Bending his head, he kissed me full on the lips.

Then his next words took me by surprise, “Natasha, you’ve been a very naughty girl and it’s time I showed you who’s the boss in our relationship.”

I gasped. Those were the very words I’d dreamed he’d say to me. Word for word. Had he been able to read my mind?
After that things happened quickly. He sat down on the chair that I’d been sitting on, and, in one movement, pulled me over his knee. As I am only five foot tall and he’s six foot four, I found myself dangling from his knee. My head was hanging down with my dark hair covering my flushed face. My face felt hot with the physical blood rush to my head and my rear seemed to flush in response to the attention I was hoping it would get.

Taking a firm hold of me, he started spanking me on top of my skirt. Was it meant to hurt as much as it did? In my fantasies it was definitely more pleasure than pain. I cried out in shock. But my Mr. Wonderful ignored me and carried on with the spanking.

When I put my hand back to stop his hand landing on my sore bottom, he caught hold of my wrist and held my arm up my back. I was scared to struggle too much in case he stopped and I didn’t want it to stop. I craved the attention, the pleasure, and the discomfort I’d only just gotten a taste of.

Then when he lifted my skirt – I heard him gasp then burst out laughing. He even invited both Pamela and Mike to come and see what was amusing him.

What was so funny?

To be continued…

A Double Spanking – Part Five

Original Spanking Storiesby

Eleanor Powell

Although I didn’t realise it at the time – this could be the story of a double spanking.

The Story so Far…

Pamela’s boyfriend Mike had come home unexpectedly early – bringing with him my boyfriend Joe.

Mike was being very masterful. He had sat down on the sofa, squeezing himself between Pamela and me. I made a flippant remark and the look he gave me made my tummy do a double somersault. This was a new feeling for me and I was thrilled to the core.

However, he told me to go and sit on an armchair on the other side of the room – I must have been a bit disappointed because I did what he told me to do, but sulkily.

Joe was also sat in an armchair on the other side of the room – but it seemed he was expecting something to happen.

But what?

Now read on…

My best friend Pamela was sitting on the sofa with Mike sitting on her left.

Why was she giggling?

She was laughing so hard the tears were rolling down her cheeks.

Mike gave her one of his withering looks while telling her to behave herself or else.

She ignored him and carried on giggling.

Then as I watched it seemed to be in slow motion – a re-enactment of the previous night at the restaurant – when she had provoked Mike by throwing a glass of wine in his face.

Now there was a slight difference. He was already sitting down. So taking a firm grip of her left arm he pulled her over his knee. After jiggling her about, he was satisfied with her position.

Oh! This was wonderful, I wished it was me in that position.

He pulled up her skirt and bunched it around her waist. As her red knickered-bottom came into sight, her cheeks were still pink from last night’s spanking.

She wriggled her bottom provocatively and he slapped her – the sound echoed around the room and she squealed loudly. “Keep still,” he ordered her. To my surprise, she was immediately motionless.

Mike pulled her knickers down to mid thigh.

I was fascinated.

Her black suspender belt and her black fishnet stockings framed her beautiful, shapely, reddened bottom.

What followed was Mike giving my best friend Pamela a thoroughly good spanking.

That tickly feeling I had felt minutes before in the pit of my stomach had returned and how – I felt my nipples stiffen and my pussy felt squelchy while my clit started to throb.

By this time, Pamela was no longer giggling, but squealing, although I couldn’t make out if she was squealing in pain or pleasure.

My imagination was working overtime. Just as I had done often in the privacy of my own bedroom, it was me being spanked and so enjoying it.

I was brought back from my reverie.

As if from a distance, I heard Mike speak to Joe and Joe responded.

I heard him utter just two words – “Right, mate.”
Then he was stood in front of me.

Why, what was going to happen next?

To be continued…

A Double Spanking – Part Four

Original Spanking Storiesby

Eleanor Powell

The story so far …

I’m Natasha and with Pamela, my friend of many years, we were having a girly night in – following an incident at a restaurant the previous night when Mike, Pamela’s boyfriend, had given her a public bare bottom spanking. The very thought of a double spanking set my clit a quivering.

Then by a strange coincidence we had just discovered that we both had the same want / need to be spanked – that is, without telling anybody about it. Now on this evening we were trading secrets.

She was telling me about an online dating site that she had joined. She was getting around to telling me how she met Mike.

The sound of a key in the lock made us both jump. Who could it be?

Now read on …

We heard the murmur of male voices in the hall – then the lounge door opening was filled by a tall broad-shouldered man – it was Mike and just behind him was my fella, Joe.

“Hello, girls,” Mike strode into the room with Joe trailing behind. “What have you been up to?” he kissed Pamela. “You’re looking rather flushed.”

Ignoring his question she asked him, “Why are you home so early?”

“Joe and I were missing you girls,” he said with a grin.

We didn’t really believe that rather lame excuse – so we waited somewhat impatiently for the truth.

Mike picked up the half finished bottle of wine. “Hmm! Look at this, Joe, methinks our two girls have been enjoying a glass or four.”

“You’re right Mike, just look at their flushed faces.”

I could feel my face flushing as the two men scrutinised us. And for some reason I felt guilty – although I couldn’t for the life of me think why.

“Do you know what, Joe? I think if we hadn’t come home these two little ladies would have been well sizzled. What do you think we should do about it?”

I couldn’t quite make out the look that passed between them.

“Weren’t you going to give me a demonstration, Mike?”

“Joe, my friend, I am thinking along the same lines myself.” Coming over to the sofa where Pamela and I were sitting – he squeezed himself between us.

“Why don’t you sit on me?” I laughed, but the laugh died on my face as he looked down at me sternly.

“Be careful, young lady,” he said. “That kind of talk could get you into a lot of trouble.” As he uttered those words, my stomach did a delicious somersault.

“Be a good girl,” he said. “Go over there and sit down.”

“Yes, sir,” I said cheekily. I stood up and saluted him. He gave me that look again and I thought my heart was going to stop beating.

Very quietly he told me to watch my tongue as it was going to get me into trouble.

Pamela was giggling helplessly. What was the matter with her?

Anyway, sulkily I went across the room and sat down in the armchair he had indicated.

Joe sat in an armchair on the other side of the room.

Then there was silence.
What was going to happen?

To be continued …

 

A Double Spanking – Part Three

Original Spanking Stories

Part Three

by

Eleanor Powell

The Story so Far ……

Pamela and I were both admitting to having yearned to be spanked for years – but neither of us told anybody about our fantasies. I didn’t know at that time – we were heading for a double spanking.

Now after an incident the previous night at a restaurant when Mike gave Pamela a bare bottomed public spanking – we girls were having a girly night in and we were now trading secrets.

I wanted to know how the incident at the restaurant came about.

We settled down with a glass of wine each – Pamela was going to spill the beans.

Now read on ……

It had been her big secret – the yearning, the longing to be spanked – that no one knew anything about, not even me Natasha, her best friend.

Can you imagine the coincidence? I too had had the same longings and told no one else.

A dreamy look came on her face. She took a sip of her wine then smiled at me.

“As I said, Natasha, I had this longing – but I didn’t have a clue how to make it happen,” she blushed.

I didn’t interrupt her – just sucked in my breath and waited to hear her story.

“I was browsing on the Internet – I typed ‘Spanking’ into the search box – and…” she paused and I urged her to go on.

“You should have seen it, Natasha, pages and pages of websites and blogs.”

“Wow!” My jaw dropped open. What I was hearing was mind-boggling.

“Yes,” she said, “that was my reaction at first. I was like a dog in the park, I didn’t know which tree to visit first.”

“Go on, please,” my excitement was obvious, because my voice always became squeaky when I was excited.

“Okay,” she said taking another sip of her wine.

“Well, I started looking more closely and I came across a dating site for spanking lovers – and the rest is history,” she laughed at my disappointed face.

“Pamela, don’t you dare leave me up in the air like this – tell me all the whats, whys and wherefores.”

“Patience, patience. I’m coming to it, but if you’re going to keep interrupting me, I shan’t tell you.”

I was so afraid she might carry out her threat – I closed my mouth. And just nodded to her.

She smiled graciously at me. The little minx.

“Well, as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted,” she giggled, “I started looking more closely at the ads and I saw an ad for a spanking dating site.”

I didn’t dare interrupt her, but willed her to get on with it.

“I signed on to the dating site.” she paused again. “They were offering free membership for fourteen days.”

“That’s wonderful,” I squeaked. I cleared my throat and tried again. “How did you sign up? What did you put? Did you use your real name?”

“I’m coming to that my impatient friend.”
“That’s ok,” I said. “Take your time – only hurry up.”

She laughed. “I had to fill in my profile. S/L/A.”

“What’s that?” I had to know.

She gave a big sigh and said, “Sex, location, age.”

I laughed. “So you answered, ‘yes, please, at home and whatever.’”

She too joined in the laughter.

“Oh Natasha, you’re a scream.”

“Right, let’s get back on track.” I settled back against the fluffy cushions on the sofa.

I listened attentively while she told me how she filled in her profile. Describing herself and saying what she was looking for in a man. Then she had to be patient and hope to get some replies.

“How long did you have to wait?” I was impatient to know.

“I didn’t expect it to be instant – so as it was two o’clock in the morning I went to bed.”

“And?” I asked.

“And next morning at eight o’clock I was back at my computer.”

“And?” I said again.

“I couldn’t believe it.”

“What couldn’t you believe?” I prompted her.

“There was not one single reply.”

“Why?” I asked her.

“Had an email in my inbox. I’d not agreed to the terms and conditions.”

She then went on to tell me how she went back to her profile and ticked the little box.

“After that did you get any replies?” I asked.

She giggled. “I had fifty that first day and, now, three months later, I’m still getting replies.”

“Wow! So when did you meet Mike?”

Before she could reply there was the sound of a key in a lock.

Who could it be?

To be continued ……

A Double Spanking – Part Two

Original Spanking Stories

Part Two

by

Eleanor Powell

The Story so Far ……

I don’t know when or how it started, but I always wanted to be spanked. Now I was heading for a double spanking.

I told no one of my dream of being turned over a man’s knee and spanked. No, I told no one – not even my best friend Pamela.

Then one night we were having a meal together – me, my boyfriend Joe, Pamela and her boyfriend Mike.

Next thing Pamela seemingly without provocation swore at Mike and called him a fucking bastard and threw a glass of wine in his face.

Mike then gave her what I’d been yearning for – a bare bottom over the knee spanking – in public.

I felt like howling. How come she got what I had always wanted, dreamed of, yearned for?

And more importantly, how could I make it happen for me?

Now Read On ……

The following evening – after the incident at the restaurant, Pamela and I were having a girly night in.

After some trivial tittle-tattle – I hemmed and hawed trying to get around to the subject of spanking.

Eventually, I just blurted it out.

“Pamela, how long have you and Mike been into spanking?”
“Oh, er, more or less ever since I met him. Why?”

I could feel myself blushing.

“I’ve always wanted to be spanked,” I told her. “But I’ve never told anyone before.”

“Natasha, we’ve been best friends all these years and I didn’t realise that you had the same yearning as I had.”

She came and sat next to me on the sofa. Putting her arm around my neck, she pulled me towards her, so that my head was resting on her shoulder.

“Tell me,” she coaxed, “when did you first have this desire to be spanked?”

“I can’t remember exactly, but it was years before Mr. Lucas…?”

“Mr. Lucas the science teacher?” she interrupted me.

“Yes.” I must have looked a bit puzzled. “Why?”

“He was so handsome, with those gorgeous dark blue eyes and his thick dark, wavy hair.” She had a dreamy look on her face. “I used to fantasise about him spanking me.”

I gave a gasp.

“What is it?” she asked.

“How weird that we had the same fantasy, and didn’t realise, did we?”

“Very strange,” she nodded her head in agreement.

“Anyway,” I went on, “Mr Lucas wasn’t the beginning. I had the yearning to be spanked long before him.”

“How old?” she asked excitedly.

“Not sure, maybe five or six.”

“Same here,” she again interrupted me. “How come you didn’t tell me? Remember when we became blood sisters and vowed to have no secrets from each other.”

I giggled. “To think we both had this big secret and didn’t know.”

“I didn’t tell you Pamela because I thought there was something wrong with me.”

It was her turn to giggle. “Weirder and weirder,” she said. “Cos that’s exactly why I didn’t talk about it. That is, until I met Mike.”

“What happened, how did you come to tell him?” The questions tumbled out.

I refilled our wine glasses.

Then I was ready to listen to her.

To be continued ……

A Double Spanking – Part One

Original Spanking Stories

Part One

by

Eleanor Powell

Pamela has been my best friend since we were at school; we were inseparable, and we went to youth clubs together and eventually started double dating together. And as I was to find out some time later – we would receive a double spanking.

Anyway, as you can imagine we were very close – we had no secrets from each other – except …

I did have a secret yearning – and I was too embarrassed to tell anyone about it – not even Pamela.

Where did this yearning come from? When did it start? I can’t answer that question – I remember I must have been very young – well long before I even knew what sex was.

I-I-I wanted to be spanked. There I’ve said it out loud for the first time. Now I’ve said it – what now?

Let’s move on two years.

We were both eighteen. I had noticed something a bit odd about Pamela and the way she acted with her boyfriend Mike. We still double dated occasionally, yet I could see firsthand the way she treated him – especially on that night. She was usually a sweet girl – but there were times when she was a real bitch towards him. However, Mike had the patience of Job with her.

It happened one evening – when we were having a meal out together in a restaurant.

Everything was going well – when without any reason that I could see, she stood up, loudly called him “a fucking bastard” and threw a glass of wine in his face.

The babble of voices went silent – no one knew what to do. I felt prickles all over me – I was so embarrassed for poor Mike. Then people went back to their own lives.

“What she needs is a damned good spanking,”Joe, my boyfriend, voiced my thoughts as he said this.

Meanwhile, Mike also stood up and took a clean white handkerchief out of his pocket, and he wiped his face. Then he spoke quietly to her. I couldn’t catch what he said, but I could have sworn I saw a cheeky grin on her face for a fleeting moment.

What happened next again killed all conversations going on around us.

Mike turned his chair ’round so it was facing the front of the restaurant. Then in a smooth movement – as if it was well rehearsed – he pulled Pamela over his knee.

She didn’t protest – she didn’t struggle – she just accepted what was happening.

Mike raised his right arm and brought his hand down hard on her beautiful shapely bottom. All she did was let out a long sigh.

Nobody spoke, nobody moved. But there was a gasp from the onlookers when he raised her skirt, revealing a black nylon covered bottom – framed by a matching black suspender belt. Then he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down to her knees.

The sound of his hand making contact with her bare bottom rang around the room.

Some of the other diners were talking amongst themselves. I heard someone say “deserved.”

By now Pamela was wriggling her red bottom about provocatively.

Mike had stopped spanking her. Now his hard hand was gently stroking her bottom.

Then after a few moments, he pulled her to her feet. Standing up himself, he turned his chair round again and without a word, he sat down and carried on eating his salad.

Wow! That was quite a show.

But I had difficulty sitting without fidgeting. While the spanking had been going on, I’d imagined it was me being spanked by Joe.

And I felt as if I was sitting in a pool of water – I knew that if I stood up, my juices would run down the inside of my thighs. I was so turned on.

I yearned for a spanking right there and then. It seemed so unfair – she had got what I wanted for so long.

But when and how could I make it happen for me?

To be continued ……

Spanking Stories – The Brat

Free Spanking Stories - The BratKelly drove down the twisted road with her thoughts racing. She was driving the 30 miles to see Hunter again. She was nervous to see him again because she knew she was to be severely punished. Kelly knew she deserved every stroke he would give her but was still nervous. Still yet she couldn’t wait to see him. She thought she must be crazy to want to see him so badly knowing it was for punishment. Kelly couldn’t help it though. She loved the way he made her feel.

Kelly pulled into the parking lot of his hotel, getting more nervous by the second. She thought of turning around and leaving but she couldn’t do that, not after he drove 4 hours to see her. She picked up her phone and saw a text from Hunter. Kelly read the message and answered with “I just got here.” Hunter texted her the room number. Kelly went inside and straight to the elevator afraid to make eye contact with anyone. She felt like everyone knew why she was there or they would know when his belt started cracking on her bare bottom.

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A Spanking Christmas Story – Merrilee Meets Santa and Trouble

MERRILEE MEETS SANTA AND TROUBLE

Part One

Merrilee is sat at her computer – staring at a blank screen. Propped up on a jar of jam was yesterday’s newspaper, opened at the ‘Jobs Vacant’ page.
She looked again at the advert she had circled. Reading it aloud to herself,

‘Secretary needed for a very busy gentleman. She must be able to answer letters and keep a proper filing system. A willingness to travel extensively would be a definite plus. This is a temporary post, until December 26th. Please send a letter and your CV to The Man In Red, PO Box 999, North Pole.’

‘Okay Man In Red,’ she said, opening her Word programme. ‘I hope the pay is good.’

After a few stops and starts, she printed off the letter, and then checked it for typos. ‘No point in sending a letter full of typos etc, not if I’m applying for a Secretarial job.’

Dear Sir,

I’m replying to your advertisement in the Daily News dated November 1st 2011.

My name is Merrilee; I’m nineteen years old and living in Personchester.

I’m a qualified secretary. My typing speed is forty words per minute and my shorthand is one hundred and twenty words per minute. Attached is my CV and Diplomas from the Secretarial College of Personchester.

I am available to travel extensively. Do you pay travel expenses?

Looking forward to hearing further from you.

Yours faithfully,

Merrilee

Putting the letter into an airmail envelope, she sealed it. Then put it near the front door – so she wouldn’t forget it when she went out the next day to the Post Office.

Returning to her computer, she clicked on Freecell, becoming so involved with the game she didn’t hear Pete come in.

‘Merrilee my sweet, what’s this?’
He came into the lounge holding the letter she had left ready for posting.

‘Oh hi darling,’ she held up her face for a kiss. ‘I’m applying for a job.’ She explained.

‘Great, but the North Pole?’

‘Why not? It’s just a job,’ she answered. ‘And anyway, it’s only temporary.’

‘Well, tell me all about it,’ he said sitting down behind her on the chair.

‘This guy says he’s looking for a Secretary.’

‘You a secretary,’ laughed Pete. ‘He’d have to be desperate if he hires you.’

‘If I’m good enough to write your letters, why shouldn’t I be able to write his?’

‘There’s a bit of a difference between putting a stamp on an envelope and writing a letter.’

‘You’re a cheeky sod,’ she said indignantly.

‘No I’m not,’ he said, ‘just truthful.’

‘You did say I should get a job, if I wanted to go to Benidorm next year.’

‘True, I did, but I wasn’t thinking of the North Pole.’

‘Neither was I, but, when I saw this ad I thought why not.’

‘I’ll tell you why not my sweet,’ he started nibbling the back of her neck. ‘What am I supposed to do with myself while you’re away?’

‘You won’t have time to miss me; it’s only for thirteen days. Besides, I haven’t got the job yet.’

‘Oh you’ll get the job ok, you’ve got enough cheek to pull it off.’

‘Hey, I’m never cheeky,’ she protested.

‘Of course you’re not,’ he laughed. ‘Anyway, talking about cheeks, you know what I’d like to do right now?’

‘Haven’t a clue,’ she said.

‘Stand up,’ he ordered.

‘What for?’

‘This,’ he spun the chair round facing away from the computer. Catching hold of her wrist, he pulled her over his knee.

She struggled, but he held her down firmly, his left arm encircling her slim waist. ‘Let me go,’ she gasped.

‘No way my sweet,’ he laughed. ‘I’ve got you exactly where I love having you.’

‘You’re a pervert. Ouch!’ She wriggled even more as his large hand made contact with her bottom.

‘It takes one to know one,’ he said. ‘You know you enjoy being spanked as much as I enjoy spanking you.’

Her bottom turned from white to pink to red. Despite her wriggling, he kept on spanking her. She could feel her clit swelling, the crutch of her knickers becoming soaked with her juices.

‘I can’t see what I’m doing,’ he said, pulling her knickers down to mid thigh.

‘My sweet, your bottom is so red and you know red is my favourite colour.’

‘Sod off darling,’ she said sweetly.

‘Say that again my sweet and you’ll be getting a taste of my belt.’

‘Sod off – sod off – sod off.’

Pulling her up and setting her on her feet, she watched enthralled as he slowly pulled his wide leather belt from its loops.

Wrapping the belt around his right hand, he left about twelve inches dangling.

Sitting down and putting her over his knee again he said, ‘right let’s carry on where we left off.’

After the belt had made contact ten times with her quivering cheeks, they had become an even deeper shade of red. She was clenching and unclenching her cheeks.

‘Stop clenching,’ he said.

‘I can’t help it,’

‘You’ve told me it hurts more, so why do it?’

‘Cos I’m a masochist and enjoy pain.’

‘Of course you are, why didn’t I realise that?’

‘Piss off.’

‘You’re going to hate what I’m going to do next,’ he said. ‘But I think you need it.’

What is he going to do to her?

To be continued in Part Two ……