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…