The Palace of Pain and Pleasure – Part Six

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Eleanor Powell

The Story So Far…

Cora is a guest at the Palace of Pain and Pleasure and in the few hours she has been there, she’s been spanked, caned, brought to a thrilling and exciting orgasm, and almost bitten off her assailant’s cock.

Now her new friend Bella had told her to get some sleep because in the morning they will have work to do.

Cora fell into an uneasy sleep wondering what Bella meant.

Now read on…

Cora was awakened in the morning by Morag gently shaking her.

‘Your breakfast is ready. Eat it while it’s hot,’ she fussed around Cora – helping her into her red satin dressing gown.

Cora found herself meekly doing as she was told.

She enjoyed her breakfast and Morag led her into the luxurious bathroom, where she ran water into the bath and added a handful of scented bath crystals – the aroma filled the bathroom.

Beckoning to Cora, she removed her nightclothes then helped her to step into the scented water and bade her to sit down.

When Cora reached for the soap, Morag shook her head. ‘No, Cora I must wash you.’ Cora was puzzled  as to why she was not permitted to wash her own body at the Palace of Pain and Pleasure.

Taking a large soft sponge, Morag washed Cora as if she was a baby. She used her bare hand to wash Cora’s pussy. Her long slim fingers inched their way into the by now throbbing cavity – yet again Cora felt the start of another orgasm. Then she was thrashing about in the water – in the throes of a never-ending orgasm.
When it was over Morag helped her out of the bath. She wrapped a big white fluffy towel around Cora and gently patted her dry.

Laid out on the bed was fresh new underwear – black satin pantaloons and a matching plunge bra. Pure silk black stockings and a black matching suspender belt were also visible.

The teal green dress that Morag put on her fitted so well it might have been made especially for her. To finish the ensemble, on her feet she had a pair of black patent six-inch high stiletto heel shoes.

Taking her by the arm, Morag led Cora to a full-length mirror. Cora gasped at the reflection – she felt a little bit cheap for all her finery.

Morag whispered to her, ‘Remember Cora, you have to please the clients.’

Still holding onto her arm, she led Cora out of the bedroom, along a narrow passage, through a leather padded door and giving Cora a gentle push into another luxurious bedroom, she closed the door, leaving poor Cora unsure of what to do next.

To be continued…

The Palace of Pain and Pleasure – Part Five

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Eleanor Powell

The Story So Far…

Poor Cora couldn’t understand where she was and what she was doing there.

Bella had made her acquaintance – and had started to fill Cora in with what was going on at the Palace of Pain and Pleasure but she hadn’t got very far when two masked men had run in and each put a girl over his knee and started to spank her.

Ten minutes and many spanks later the spanking came to an end.

What is going to happen next?

Now read on…

The masked man who had been spanking Cora pushed her off his knee; she landed on all fours on the luxurious carpet. When she attempted to scramble to her feet, he put his size 10 shoe in the small of her back, so preventing her from getting up.

She felt him moving above her. Twisting her neck round, she saw him opening his fly and releasing his throbbing rampant cock from the confines of his trousers.

Pushing his cock into her face, he said, ‘suck it, wench.’ He had grabbed hold of a hank of her hair and pulled her head back – the pain causing her mouth to open in a scream – he took advantage of this and rammed his cock down her throat until she gagged on it.

He kept his hand on her head – pushing downwards, so her mouth was full of him.

For a moment he released his grip on her – this gave her the advantage and she closed her teeth around his cock – the metallic taste of his blood nauseated her.
He let out a scream and fell back clutching at his deflated cock. He sat there rocking himself backwards and forwards sobbing in agony.

Cora got to her feet and ran toward the open door.

But she fell full-length face down on the soft carpet – she was winded. Bella’s assailant who was closer to the door had stuck out his foot and tripped her.

Poor Cora, as she lay there gulping in air, her victim had recovered and was after revenge.

He sat on her squirming body – facing her bottom. She felt something sharp digging into her sore bottom – it felt like a million pinpricks – she screamed shrilly.

Then it was pandemonium.

Two men rushed into the room – they took in the scene at a glance. The man who was sitting on her was lifted off her and while one of the men led him out of the room, the other man lifted Cora and laid her gently face down on the bed. He blew a whistle and a young girl nervously came into the room.

‘Attend to her, Morag,’ he gently stroked her face.

‘Yes sir,’ she dropped to her knees at the side of the bed.

‘Cora,’ she whispered. ‘I’m just going to get something to clean you up.’

Cora gasped, she realised it was her escort from when she had first arrived at the Palace of Pain and Pleasure.

‘Thank you,’ she said gratefully.

Morag returned carrying a bowl of steaming water. Although she was very gentle, the water to which had been added some antiseptic brought tears to Cora’s eyes.

‘Sorry Cora,’ she said soothingly. ‘I had to wipe away the blood, now I’ll just apply some ointment and you’ll feel much better.’

She was right – Cora did feel much better.
‘Let me help you get into your nightclothes.’ Morag was fussing around.

Meanwhile, Bella had watched the whole thing and the terror was clearly shown on her face.

The man who had been spanking her had run out of the room as soon as the other man had been forcibly removed.

Now the two girls were sitting side by side on the bed. Dunking chunks of bread into a bowl of hot soup.

‘I’m so sorry about that Cora,’ Bella kissed Cora on her cheek. ‘We must get some sleep – tomorrow we will have work to do.’

What could she mean?

To be continue…

The Palace of Pain and Pleasure – Part Four

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Eleanor Powell

The Story So Far…

She had received a severe caning – her bottom was on fire – then she was brought to a wonderful orgasm – the pleasure went on and on for several minutes. She had had a sample of what the Palace of Pain and Pleasure had to offer.

Now she had been left alone.

Had she dreamed it all?

Now read on…

Cora struggled to her feet – still feeling rather unsteady.

As she looked around her, the subdued lighting threw shadows into the corners of the room. Her bare feet sunk into the soft pile of the rose-coloured carpet. There was the smell of jasmine from a smouldering incense stick on the beautiful dressing table.

As she moved there was a rustling sound – looking down at herself she saw she was dressed in a dark green taffeta dress – she looked at her reflection in the dressing table mirror – the green of the gown she was wearing matched her eyes exactly – in contrast her red gold ringlets cascaded over her bare shoulders – in that moment she realised that she was beautiful.

She was overwhelmed by her luxurious surroundings, as well as being puzzled. How did she get into this room? The last thing she remembered was the rat and cockroach infested room – with the bare walls and cold stone floor.

There was a gentle tapping on the door. She crossed the room and opened it. A girl of about her own age was standing there. But Cora gave a gasp – the raven-haired girl was dressed identically to herself, except her taffeta dress was bright red.
The other girl put a hand on her arm and whispered, ‘Can I come in?’

Cora smiled and opened the door wider.

‘Thank you, I’m Bella,’ the girl walked into Cora’s room and sat down on the dressing table stool. She stifled a scream and taking a pillow from the bed, she placed it on the dressing table stool and sat down again.

While this was going on, Cora was silent.

Bella broke the silence. ‘My Master sent me here, who sent you?’

‘My Master, Percy of Harmonington.’

The two girls embraced each other. ‘How long have you been here Bella?’

‘Three weeks.’

‘What are we doing here?’ She shivered.

‘We are the playthings of rich men who pay for us to please them.’

‘D-do you mean we are prostitutes?’

‘Oh no,’ said Bella, they give us fancy names like Hostesses.’

Cora suddenly felt apprehensive, but she tried to hide it from Bella.

‘Can’t we escape?’

‘No they are watching us all the time. All the rooms are wired up for CCTV.’

‘You mean they’re watching us now?’

‘Yes, but as far as I know, there is no sound.’

Cora shivered again.

‘What do we have to …….’

She was interrupted by another door crashing open and two masked men came into the room, brandishing canes and whips.

The taller man went to Bella. She squealed in fright. ‘What have you been telling her Little Miss Blabbermouth?’ Poor Bella, the colour had drained from her face, she looked terrified.

She didn’t get a chance to reply. She was still sitting on the dressing table stool – she was yanked to her feet and her assailant sat down on the stool, pulling her over his knee – in one fluid movement.

Her voluminous gown was pulled up and pushed roughly up her back. Her bottom was bare – with the signs of a very recent spanking.

Cora watched in horror as poor Bella received another spanking.

The other man came up to her. ‘What has she told you?’ he asked her.

‘N-nothing,’ she stammered.

‘Don’t lie to me girl,’ he shook her arm. ‘Or maybe you want the same as she’s getting?’

Without waiting for a reply, he sat down on the side of the bed and pulled her over his knee. When he lifted her skirt she was wearing silk pantaloons – which he unceremoniously pulled down to her ankles.

For the next ten minutes there was the sounds of hands making contact with bare bottoms.

What is going to happen next?

To be continued…

The Palace of Pain and Pleasure – Part Three

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Eleanor Powell

The Story So Far

Cora has been shown her room at the Palace of Pain and Pleasure. Gone was the luxury of thick piled carpets and crystal chandeliers.

When she wasn’t quick enough to respond to a question – she had been bent over the rough wooden table, her long full skirt had been pushed up her back and her red pantaloons pulled down. A harsh strapping was applied to her bare bottom. After that first strapping she pleaded that she couldn’t take any more.

She heard a strange whirring sound – she swiveled her head round, trying to see what was the source of the noise – what she saw shocked her and filled her with dread.

Now read on…

In the poorly lit room, shadows danced about, sometimes closing in on her and then receding.

The whirring came from a strange looking contraption attached to the ceiling. It was a fan – its three wide blades were rotating hence the noise she could hear. However, attached to each blade was a thin, whippy cane.

As if that wasn’t frightening enough – the whole contraption was lowered to within a couple of feet above her. The whirring sound became quicker and louder and a cane attached to the blade made contact with her quivering bottom – thwack. Before she could draw breath to scream – the cane attached to the next blade had struck downwards – again sending her poor bottom into a frenzy of activity – gyrating and quivering.

The next cane came so quickly after the previous that all her senses were centred on the pain in her bottom. Her screams mingled with the whirring sound became a deafening roaring in her ears and she felt dizzy.

She must have passed out, because the whirring noise had stopped and she found herself lying face down on the bed.

There was movement around her. Gentle hands were rubbing something cool and soothing into her tortured bottom. It felt so good. The hand stroked her bottom in circles – starting from the centre of her quivering cheek, becoming an ever-widening circle, slim fingers touching her wet pussy then moving away again. This was repeated several times – but to her own surprise she felt a yearning, her engorged clit was throbbing – she wanted more.

Now the finger didn’t pull away but entered her love passage and began to finger fuck her. She heard a voice saying, ‘Don’t stop, please don’t stop,’ and she realised she had spoken aloud.

However, the finger did withdraw and she felt distinct disappointment.

Then there was a whirring sound again. She opened her mouth to scream – a hand clamped over it – a hand smelling of some scented lotion. A soft voice hushed her like a baby – telling her not to be afraid.

The lips of her pussy were parted and she felt something cool and metallic enter her tight pussy – stretching the walls – it was withdrawn then plunged back into her aching pussy. In out, in out until involuntarily she realised she was raising her bottom to help it go ever deeper inside her.

It was so deep inside her, her vaginal muscles held it in place.

Then without warning she felt the waves of an orgasm building up inside her.

When the flogger fronds struck her bottom, curling round her hips – she felt a mini explosion inside her and she climaxed, wave after wave for what seemed like ages – when her orgasm finally stopped she felt exhausted.

The vibrator was withdrawn from her and a kiss was planted on each burning bottom cheek.

Now she was left alone.

Apart from her stinging bottom and still throbbing clit – it didn’t feel real – had she dreamt it all?

To be continued…

The Palace of Pain and Pleasure – Part Two

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Eleanor Powell

The Story So Far…

Cora had arrived at the Palace of Pain and Pleasure – as she looked around her she felt overwhelmed by the sumptuous luxury of it all. It must have cost her Master – Percy of Harmonington a pretty penny – but she knew he had plenty of it. And that was why he sent her to the Palace of Pain and Pleasure – he had said it was to broaden her experiences.

She was escorted through the house, still marveling at the richness around her.

However, everything changed once she was led through the leather-padded door.

Gone was the thick-pile carpeting and crystal chandeliers – now the coldness froze her to the marrow. And when she was roughly pushed into a room – she looked around her in horror.

Now read on…

The room she was pushed into – if it could be called a room – a cell or a cage might have been a better description.

The walls were crumbling bricks covered in a dingy grey flaking paint.

The floor was cement – full of dirty cracks. In the dim light that emanated from the single light bulb that was hanging from the ceiling – she caught sight of a cockroach scurrying across the floor and under the rickety looking bed in the far corner.

In the centre of the room was a wooden table and a high three legged bar stool.

Up to that point, her escort had not spoken a word. Cora couldn’t make up her mind if the slim person, dressed all in black was male or female.

But now her escort spoke to her in a high pitched voice. ‘Your master has given us his orders, from now on you do whatever you’re told without question, do you understand?’

‘I-I-I don’t …… ‘ she began.

‘Without question,’ she suddenly found herself being pushed face down over the rough wooden table. Her voluminous skirts were pulled up and her red lacy pantaloons were pulled down to her knees.

She felt the coolness of the air on her bare bottom – but not for long. A leather strap struck her left cheek – cutting into the soft flesh and she cried out in surprise and shock, as the searing pain seemed to vibrate through the whole of her bottom.

When the strap descended again, it struck her right cheek, sending waves of agony through her whole body.

The strap found its mark another ten times, alternating between her left and right cheek – by which time she was sobbing helplessly.

She was pulled roughly to her feet and her escort spoke again, asking her if she understood, that she would do whatever she was told without question.

‘Yes, yes, I understand,’ she whispered.

‘I can’t hear you,’ and she found herself once again lying face down over the table.

‘Please, please no more,’ she pleaded.

‘Shut up.’

From behind her she heard a whirring sound. She strained her neck to be able to look behind her.

What she saw shocked her.

What has she seen?

To be continued…

Palace of Pain and Pleasure – Part One

Original Spanking Stories


Eleanor Powell

Everybody living in the area knew about The Palace of Pain and Pleasure.

It was a red-bricked house – some might call it a mansion – standing at the top of a hill – looking down at the town below.

People talked about it in whispers.

During the day, there was little to see or hear – but at night there were rumours of blood curdling screams coming from within the bowels of the house.


Now as the shiny black limousine – with the tinted windows swept up the driveway, Cora took a few deep breaths. Her Master Percy of Harmonington had warned her that she was going to stay at the Palace of Pain and Pleasure and it was for her own good.

As the car smoothly came to a stop – someone dressed all in black stepped out of the shadows and opened her door. A slim hand caught hold of her arm and helped her out of the car.

She stood for a moment – blinking in the bright lights that were coming from within the house.

A cold shiver went down her spine and just for a moment she was paralysed with fear and unable to move. Then the hand on her arm shook her and guided her towards the imposing heavy oak front door.

Cora’s eyes widened as she took in the details. The whole scenario – the entrance hall with paintings on the walls – the thick pile-carpet beneath her feet – the overstuffed sofas and the crystal chandeliers overhead – all these screamed out luxury – sheer unadulterated luxury.

Still being guided by her escort, she moved forward down the hallway towards a wide staircase.

However, as they approached the staircase, the hand under her elbow moved her to the left. Going through a leather-padded door, she found herself in a stone floored passage with a stone staircase straight ahead of her – a stone staircase with no banister – leading downwards. She shivered again – but this time it was the stark coldness mingled with fear that struck terror into her very being.

She stood at the top of the stone staircase – her high-heeled shoes threw her off balance and if it hadn’t been for her escort’s steadying hand she would have overbalanced and fallen down the flight of twelve steep steps.

At the bottom of the stairs she felt herself relax slightly.

Now she was being led down another passage – through another stout wooden door.

Up to this point, she had been able to hear the sounds of music, conversation and laughter from above – now there was an eerie silence, except for the clicking sound her heels made on the stone flags.

When the sound of screaming cut through the silence she jumped at the suddenness of it. She knew then what fear real raw fear felt like.

Then a door on the left of the passage was pushed open and Cora was pushed roughly inside.

She looked around her in horror.

To be continued…

A Double Spanking – Part Ten

Original Spanking Stories


Eleanor Powell

The Story so Far…

We had had a double spanking. Mike Pamela’s boyfriend spanked me and my fella Joe spanked Pamela.

The whole thing was so wonderful; it was as if all my fantasies had come to life.

But I had questions buzzing round in my head.

Joe kissed me goodnight and promised that we’d sort it all out in the morning.

Giving a happy sigh – I drifted off to sleep.

Now read on…

Luckily the next morning – or I should say next afternoon we awoke to the sound of the postman delivering the mail. Glancing at the bedside clock – I squinted at it still feeling drowsy, crikey-it was ten past twelve. I panicked until I realised it was Saturday.

I got out of bed – stretching and yawning.

Joe-my darling Joe-was still in the land of nod. So I tiptoed through to the bathroom and took a cold shower.

Creeping back into the bedroom, Joe was still sleeping. I crept round to his side of the bed and bent down planting a kiss on his forehead. I didn’t half jump when his hand grabbed hold of my wrist and he pulled me back into bed.

Our lovemaking was the best it had ever been. After a while we put on our bathrobes and arm in arm we went through to the kitchen, because we were feeling ravenous.

We had a leisurely brunch.

A quick tidy round and we settled down arm in arm on the couch.

I moved slightly away from him –looking intently into his face.

’Questions and answers please Joe,’

Looking down at me, he kissed me on the tip of my slightly turned up nose.

‘Ok Natasha, my sweet – ask away.’

Now it came to it, I didn’t know where to start. So I blurted out, ‘how long have you been into spanking?

‘For about five years, quite some time before I met you,’ he planted yet another kiss on my nose.

‘Why didn’t you tell me?’ I was now feeling even more puzzled.

He laughed. ‘Well it’s not something you talk about – I thought you’d go ballistic at the mention of spanking.’

Now it was my turn to laugh. ‘So I wanted to be spanked since I was – well forever – and I thought you’d think I was off my head.’

‘Thank goodness we got it right eventually,’ Joe was beaming at me.

‘Yes,’ I said, ‘but darling what made you – you know, suddenly come out with it?’

‘It was the other night at the restaurant, I was so turned on watching Mike spank Pamela.’

‘I was really turned on too.’ I clung on to him. ‘Just think, if Pamela hadn’t thrown her drink at Mike, we’d never have known.’

‘It was all staged my sweet.’
I was amazed at this revelation. ‘How, why?’ I asked

Joe pulled me closer to him. It was some weeks ago, when you girls were in the ladies, Mike and I got talking about kinks.’

I opened and closed my mouth like a goldfish – but no sound came out. I was gobsmacked.

Then the words came tumbling out. ‘How did you know about my kink?’

Joe laughed. ‘I was watching your face in the restaurant,’ he cleared his throat. ‘There was such a look of longing on it.’

I swallowed. ‘Was it so obvious?’

‘Probably only to a kink like me.’

I blushed to the roots of my hair.

‘Anyway,’ Joe continued. ‘We worked it all out, the three of us.’

‘W-what did you work out?’

‘Everything about last night, from your going round to see Pamela to the spankings.’

‘So it was all a trap,’ I pretended to be shocked.

‘No, not a trap darling, more like a honeypot.’

‘I …, ‘ he started. But the phone shrilled out.

I disentangled myself from his arms and getting up went to answer it.


‘Hi Natasha, it’s me.’

‘I take it you are my ex friend Pamela,’ I giggled.

‘What do you mean?’ she squeaked.

‘I know all about your little plan.’
‘Natasha, you’re not upset are you?

‘No way,’ I said. ‘I love you and Mike for it, otherwise I might have gone on living in my fantasy world for the rest of my life.’

‘Right, I’m just phoning to ask you and Joe to come for a meal with us, our treat.’

I spoke to Joe and as he’d heard every word, he nodded his head vigorously.

‘Okay, we’ll pick you up at 9 ok?’

‘Looking forward to it,’ I put down the receiver.

The phone rang again. It was Mike. ‘Pamela should have told you, after the meal we will come back here,’ he paused. ‘That is if it’s all right with you two.’

‘Sounds like a lovely plan,’ I couldn’t keep the excitement out of my voice.

‘And Natasha, wear your sexiest underwear.’

‘Why? I asked teasingly.

‘We’ll be carrying on where we left off last night.’

As it was seven o’clock, Joe and I had to hurry a bit to get ready.

After I had had my shower, I chose my underwear carefully – bringing out a new pair of knickers from their tissue paper.

I wondered what their reaction would be this time.

The end

A Double Spanking – Part NIne

Original Spanking Stories


Eleanor Powell

The Story so Far…

After a few glasses of wine – Pamela was giving an impromptu striptease in the centre of the room. Kicking off her knickers – they landed on my fella Joe’s shoulder.

What he did next surprised me.

Now read on…

Joe, my beloved man, removed the flimsy scrap of nylon from its resting place on his shoulder. Putting them to his nose, he breathed in deeply – enjoying the musky aroma.


He marched across the room and grabbed hold of a still-spinning Pamela. She laughed and caught hold of his arm.

‘Hello,’ she said, holding up her face for a kiss.

But Joe’s mouth was set in a straight line. Keeping a firm hold on her arm, he dragged her across the room, stopping in front of a surprised Mike. ‘This young lady is acting like a real tart. What she needs is a good spanking.’

‘I agree with you,’ Mike said. ‘Why don’t you do it and I’ll spank Natasha.’

This was getting better and better. Not only had my beloved Joe given me my first real spanking, but now we were going in for swapping partners. How lucky can a girl get?

Mike strode across the room and stood in front of me. ‘Right young lady,’ he grinned down at me. ‘May I have the pleasure of spanking you?’ And he bowed.

I got the giggles. It seemed so absurd, this 6ft 4ins hunk of man bowing to me as if he was asking me for a dance.

I stifled my giggles and tried to straighten my face. I nodded my consent.

He pulled me to my feet and in one quick movement sat down on the couch and hauled me over his knee.

When he pulled up my skirt – he gave a gasp then burst out laughing.
‘Hey Joe, come and see what your tart is wearing.’

Once again the three of them were looking down at my bottom. What a fuss over a bare bottom!

‘Now what am I supposed to do,’ Mike pretended to look puzzled. Well I think he was pretending. ‘I need instructions,’ he laughed.

Soon the four of us were laughing.

So we sorted ourselves out – Joe was spanking Pamela, while Mike was spanking me.

Being spanked was everything I’d hoped it would be. It turned me on big time. I felt the beginning of an orgasm.

Suddenly there was a shrill shout from Pamela – ‘all change partners again.’

We were having a double spanking.

Moments later I was back over Joe’s knee. It only took another half a dozen spanks from him and I came – and I came – and I came.

I lay there over his knee – sore but satisfied – very satisfied.

In the taxi on the way home, I still had some unanswered questions buzzing round in my head.

As Joe kissed me goodnight, I whispered that I had some questions.

‘Tomorrow Joanne, tomorrow is another day.’

With a happy sigh I drifted off to sleep.

What am I going to find out tomorrow?

To be continued…

A Double Spanking-Part Eight

Original Spanking Stories


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?’

‘Natasha, 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, Natasha, 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 Natasha, 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 ……