The Palace of Pain and Pleasure – Part Twelve

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Eleanor Powell

The Story so Far…

As it is leap year Cora has used the woman’s privilege of proposing to her lover (both of them).

She is in love with Master Percy and Master Peter of Harmonington. They are twin brothers – and they were identical but Master Peter is badly disfigured, due to a jealous husband.

Now she is full of despair. As Master Percy pointed out to her, she couldn’t legally marry the two of them.

What is she going to do?

Now read on…

‘I need time to think about this – there must be a way round it.’ She went to each man in turn and kissed him full on the mouth.

‘Both of you please go now and come back tomorrow. I love you both so much.’

Master Percy and Master Peter didn’t argue with her but left.

Cora spent that night tossing and turning, unable to sleep as her mind was in turmoil.

Next morning when Morag came with her breakfast she was already out of bed trying to hide the dark circles under her eyes.

‘Why Cora what happened?’ she asked.

Cora hesitated, not sure if she should confide in this young girl. But she decided another woman might help her sort out the problem.

She quickly told Morag about the happenings of the previous day.
Morag became excited. ‘Oh what a lovely story,’ she said sentimentally.

‘Do you think I could marry one legally and marry the other one illegally?’

‘How would you do that?’ Morag looked genuinely worried.

‘Well we could have a proper legal wedding ceremony where I’ll marry one of them – then another ceremony – like a mock marriage ceremony and I’ll marry the other.’

‘Yes, yes.’ Morag was jumping up and down with excitement.

Then she became serious.

‘What’s the matter?’ Cora caught hold of Morag’s arm and shook it gently.

‘You’re a trainee hostess here at the Palace of Pain and Pleasure.’ It was Morag’s turn to catch hold of Cora’s arm.

‘What’s that got to do with it?’ she asked.

‘Master Percy of Harmonington signed a contract that you would take a six month training course.’

‘So?’ Cora frowned at Morag.

‘I-I’ll have to go and check it with my supervisor, wait here.’

She left Cora who was by now feeling a little deflated.

Half an hour later Morag returned with Madam Chessington her supervisor.

‘Congratulations Cora, Morag has told me of your up coming nuptials.’

‘Y-yes,’ Cora stammered.

‘Well I’m sorry Cora but it’s not going to happen, at least not until your six moth training period is over.’

‘Is there no way round it,’ Cora beseeched Madam Chessington.’
‘I will not have you arguing with me Cora.’ The smile had left her face and now her countenance had turned ugly.

Grabbing hold of Cora’s hair she dragged her across the room – sitting down on the red velvet dressing table stool she pulled the protesting young girl over her knee.

With quick deft fingers Madam Chessington pulled Cora’s long dress up and bunched the rustling taffeta material around her waist. She then was so rough undoing the ribbons holding up Cora’s drawers she tore them off completely and as Cora felt her drawers sliding down her long slim legs and she felt the cool air against her bare bottom, she whimpered and wriggled about frantically trying to escape the stinging slaps.

Despite her cries of pain, Madam Chessington continued to give poor Cora a long hard spanking. After the last slap landed on her very sore aching bottom, Madam Chessinngton still held Cora down.

‘Morag,’ she addressed the frightened girl who had witnessed the whole thing. ‘Please bring me the pleasure box from the dresser.’

What’s going to happen now?

To be continued…

The Palace of Pain and Pleasure – Part Eleven

Original Spanking Storiesby

Eleanor Powell

The Story so Far…

Cora’s emotions were overwhelming her. Here she was in love with these two men. Master Percy is her master and she is his sub, while Master Peter and she are in love.

She looked from one to the other of the two brothers – a worried frown on her pretty face.

Then she brightened. She knew exactly what she should do.

The two men waited expectantly for her to enlighten them.

Now read on…

‘As I love you both and most importantly you both love me,’ she hesitated again glancing from one to the other. ‘As it’s leap year, I’m taking the right to propose to the man I love.’

She went to Master Percy and dropping down on one knee she took his hand and raised it to her lips, kissing it she placed his hand back in his lap.

‘I love you Master – err Percy, I have done so since the very first spanking you gave me.’ Then to his astonishment, she draped herself over his knee.

He took his cue from her. Bunching her skirt above her waist he then untied the ribbons that kept her bloomers up and they fell down her legs arranging themselves in a frothy pile around her ankles.

Raising his right arm, he brought it down so that his hand landed on her left cheek, raising his arm again his hand landed on her right cheek. Her beautiful rounded bottom now had a red imprint of his hand on each cheek.

‘Please spank me some more.’

Without hesitation he proceeded to give her a full blown spanking. Her bottom twitched and she wriggled about over his knee. With her head thrown back she screamed and groaned in ecstasy as she climaxed – thrashing about in an orgasmic frenzy.

When she was still Master Percy bent his head and kissed each red-hot cheek in turn.

She scrambled to her feet. And putting her arms around his neck she kissed him full on his moth.

‘Master Percy of Harmonington, will you do me the honour of being my husband?’

‘Yes of course I will, my beautiful girl.’

Now Cora moved across the room and stood in front of her lover Master Peter of Harmonington. Sitting down on his knee, she put her arms around his neck and forced her tongue between his teeth. The tip of her pink tongue darted in and out of his mouth. He gasped. Then removing her arms from around his neck, he pushed her backwards so that she was lying on the bed. Her legs parted and his long fingers opened the lips of her pulsating pussy.

‘Oh it feels so good,’ she sighed. ‘Please don’t stop.’

‘Never,’ he said, ‘I love you Cora.’

‘I love you too,’ she assured him.

With his magic vibrating finger, he strummed on her clit, bringing her to a noisy orgasmic climax.

Once again when she had stopped her frantic thrashing about, she again stood up.

Then again she dropped to her knee and said,

‘Master Peter of Harmonington will you marry me?’

‘I will, I will, I will,’ he said eagerly.
She stood beaming at the two men.

‘Lucky me,’ she said. ‘I’ve just proposed to the two men I adore and they have both said yes.’

‘But Cora my love,’ Percy interrupted her. ‘You can’t marry us both – it’s illegal.’

The beam left her face and tears welled up in her eyes, overflowing and running in rivulets down her cheeks.

‘I love you both so much, now what can I do?’ She wailed.

To be continued…

The Palace of Pain and Pleasure – Part Ten

Original Spanking Storiesby

Eleanor Powell

The Story so Far…

His very touch thrilled her through and through. As his magic finger caressed her engorged clit she could feel the onset of an orgasm.

Then he stopped.

She opened her eyes and they pleaded with him to carry on but he was already withdrawing from her.

He had frozen and was watching the door with a fixed stare on his face.

She was puzzled – what was wrong?

Now read on…

She heard a scuffling outside the door of their room at the Palace of Pleasure and Pain – it was roughly pushed open and in came a familiar figure brandishing a sword.

‘Where’s that runt of a brother of mine?’ he made a dive at the man lying on the bed.

Cora screamed in sheer terror. ‘Master Percy please don’t hurt him.’ She threw herself over her lover in an effort to shield him from the incensed man.

‘What about him hurting me?’ Master Percy was seething. ‘My own brother has deceived me.’

‘How Master Percy, how has he hurt you?’ she asked him earnestly.

‘How, how – by stealing my beautiful sub from me.’ Master Percy was red in the face and blustering.

‘But that’s all I am to you Master – just your sub. Master Peter makes me feel special – a woman.’
Master Percy gave a grunt, and throwing down the sword he went to her. Pulling her upright, he sat down on the bed and hauling her over his knee he lifted her skirt away from her bottom and dragged her pantaloons down her legs where they gathered round her ankles – he began to spank her.

Cora wriggled about but it wasn’t long before her struggles to escape turned into wriggles of enjoyment. She thrashed about over his knee as the waves of an orgasm sent her into frenzy. He then set her back on her feet.

‘Go on admit it Cora, you’re just a slut who loves to have her backside spanked,’ he said triumphantly.

For a moment Cora bit her lip, uncertain of herself.

‘How dare you speak to this lovely lady like that,’ Master Peter stood up, towering over his brother who was still sitting. ‘I have loved her from the first moment I saw her photo.’

‘And how did you see her photo?’

‘You left your wallet lying around and I happened to see it.’

‘So you’re not just a thief, you’re a sneaky liar as well.’ Master Percy began to stomp about the room, punching the air in frustration.

Then turning to Cora he stormed at her, ‘look at him – he’s so badly scarred, how can you bear to even look at him let alone love him?’

‘I love him because he’s sweet and gentle.’ She sat down next to Master Peter and put her arm around his shoulder.

‘Cora, oh Cora I love you too.’ Master Percy sat down next to Cora. ‘I thought you knew.’ He tried to prise her arm away from his identical twin brother. ‘Please I beg of you – let’s start again.

Cora was perplexed. She looked from one brother to the other. ‘I love you both,’ she blurted out. ‘I – I don’t know what to do.’

Then suddenly she brightened. ‘I know- I know what to do,’ she said gleefully.

What is she going to do?

To be continued…

The Palace of Pain and Pleasure – Part Eight

Original Spanking Storiesby

Eleanor Powell

The Story so Far…

Cora is a trainee hostess at the Palace of Pain and Pleasure – she was sent here by her Master Percy of Harmonington.

Since her arrival the previous day she has learned two rules:

1.She must obey all commands immediately and without hesitation. Failing to do so was extremely painful.

2.She was reminded several times that her job was to please the client. Failing to do so could again result in very painful consequences.

Now she is lying over the knee of a cloaked and masked man. Bending his head he put his mouth close to her ear and whispered something to her.

What has he whispered?

Now read on…

She listened carefully – trying to make sense of what he was saying.

‘Do you understand,’ he asked her quietly.

She shook her head.

‘Okay,’ he gently rolled her off his knee. Clapping his hands, he ordered his two bodyguards to leave the room. They obeyed immediately.

‘That’s better my dear, now we can talk.’ She was still crouching on the carpet. Lifting her he gently sat her in a big red quilted satin chair.

‘Sorry about the cloaks and dagger stuff, I didn’t mean to frighten you,’ he said.

Pulling the mask off his face, she recoiled at what she saw. She couldn’t stifle the scream that rose up in her throat and she had to swallow hard to rid her mouth of the bile that trickled out of the corners of it.

‘I’m sorry,’ he said again. I know it’s a shock and that’s why I wear a mask.’ He put the mask back on.

Cora shuddered. But then her natural compassion came to the front and curiosity got the better of her.

‘What happened?’ She gently stroked his face, tracing his features through the mask.

Taking her hand away from his face, he lifted it to his lips and kissed it.

She was shocked as a tingle ran up her arm – causing her heart rate to increase.

Pulling her hand out of his grasp, she was flustered. How could this stranger have such an effect on her?

He sighed and mumbled an apology to her.

‘I would like to tell you more about me,’ he said.

She nodded her head.

‘I was in my late teens and believed I was not afraid of anything or anybody.’

Again she nodded then quietly told him to carry on.

‘There was a very wealthy man living in our village, he had a very beautiful wife,’ he paused then went on. ‘I was arrogant and was sure that I could have her. So I bedded her.’

Now he shuddered as he recalled the scene.

‘Her husband came and caught us.’

Cora put her hand over her mouth, her eyes widened.

‘What happened?’ she asked.
‘He didn’t say a word, just left the room, closing the door quietly behind him.’

Again he lifted her hand to his lips. She felt the tingle run up her arm but this time, she did not pull away from him. She realised that she had been holding her breath and let it go – then she was still, waiting for him to tell her more.

‘I dressed and moved towards the window, it was on the ground floor,’ he continued. ‘But I was stopped in my tracks as her husband climbed in through it.’

Cora gasped.

‘He had a bottle in his hand. Pulling out the cork, he threw the contents towards the bed where his wife was still cowering.’

‘Oh my God, then what happened?’ Cora asked.

‘I didn’t stop to think – but threw myself across the bed in an effort to shield her.’

‘The pain was excruciating. My face felt like it was on fire.’

By now Cora was crying. The scalding hot tears ran freely down her painted cheeks. ‘What was it?’ she asked.

‘Pure acid,’ he answered. ‘A few drops splashed onto her right shoulder. I could hear her screams as if from a distance.’

He went quiet. Cora put her arms around him – trying to comfort him. He kissed her. His lips travelled over her face, kissing away the tears – travelling downwards – leaving a trail of feathery kisses down her neck until they reached her heaving breasts. He buried his face in her décolletage.

‘Oh dearest,’ she sighed. ‘What happened next?’

‘I must have passed out with the pain, because when I regained consciousness I was in a bed in a private hospital.’

‘H-how did you get there my darling?’

To be continued…

The Palace of Pain and Pleasure – Part Seven

Original Spanking Storiesby

Eleanor Powell

The Story so Far…

The following morning Morag had awakened Cora, serving her breakfast in bed. Then she ran a bath for Cora and wouldn’t let her do anything for herself. While washing Cora’s pussy, Morag’s long slim fingers easily slipped into the well-lubricated love passage – causing Cora to have another long satisfying orgasm.

Once Cora had settled down after her orgasm, Morag helped her out of the bath, wrapping a white fluffy towel around her, gently patting her dry.

On the bed was a complete change of clothing – the reflection looking back at her made her feel a bit cheap – certainly not the way she would have normally looked and felt. However, with a big sigh, she realised this was a different life to the one she was used to.

Morag then led her down a passage and through another leather padded door. As she pushed Cora into another luxurious bedroom, she whispered to her to remember that her job was to always do everything to please the client.

The door closed behind her – leaving Cora unsure of what to do next. She was here at the Palace of Pain and Pleasure.

Now read on…

Spotlights in the ceiling and wall lights in the alcoves lighted the room.

This subdued lighting cast shadows around the room. As her eyes became accustomed to the light, she saw there was a large armchair in the centre of the room. Somebody was sat in the chair, but had his back to her – all she could see was what appeared to be someone wearing a black hooded cloak, the type monks wore.

Then the chair slowly turned round so that the occupant of the chair was now facing her.
She jumped in fright and shock.

The mystery person’s full frontal became visible to her. The black hood covered most of the upper face and forehead. But the lower part of his face was wearing a mask – the type people wore for Halloween – with a wide open mouthed evil grin.

She gasped again as the cloak fell open to reveal a massive fully erect cock that pulsed and moved about as if it had a life of its own.

‘Come closer girl, see what I have for you,’ the voice was high pitched and querulous.

She tried to take a step back, but there was just the closed door behind her.

‘I said come here girl, you must obey me.’

Still she hesitated.

Out of the shadows two figures dressed in black – their faces also fully masked, rushing at her grabbed an arm each and dragged her across the room, roughly pushing her until she was standing only a foot away from the mysterious person in the armchair.

‘On your knees girl,’ the taller of the two barked at her.

When she didn’t obey immediately, she was unceremoniously flung over his knee. Her long flowing skirts were pushed up her back and her voluminous black bloomers were pulled down to her ankles.

There was a cackling laugh from the figure in the armchair. ‘That’s how I like them – feisty – nothing like a girl who puts up a fight.’

The masked man who had her pinned down over his knee was now giving her a hard hand spanking on her bare bottom.

There was a slightly pungent smell from him that she recognised from yesterdays encounter – she shuddered – now regretting her attempt to bite off his cock.

He was making her poor bottom very sore and she screamed in agony. But he ignored her pleas for mercy – he even laughed at her predicament.

‘Yesterday I was in agony, now it’s your turn to suffer,’ he said gruffly.

Then again came the cackling laugh from the person in the armchair. ‘Bring the bitch to me,’ he ordered.

Cora was pushed off the spanker’s knee and she rolled onto the carpeted floor.

However, she wasn’t there for long as she was dragged to her feet and propelled the short distance and plonked over the knee of the mysterious man.

Bending his head, he put his mouth close to her ear and whispered to her.

What did he whisper?

To be continued…

A Double Spanking – Part Ten

Original Spanking Stories

by

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.

‘Hello,

‘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

by

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.

Then…

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

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?’

‘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 ……

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…