From the Top Shelf - Gloria Denham, part 1

It will be difficult to top our previous series, In a Mist, but I think it is time for an F/M spanking story, don't you? And who better to supply us with one than my dear departed friend, Rollin Hand. So without further ado, let's get comfortable and enjoy part one of "Gloria Denham", from Ladies in Charge.

Todd looked again. Yeah, his radar was pinging. The platinum blonde at the bar was on the make. He had a sixth sense about these things. He could sense that she’d been shooting glances his way. Maybe she’d want tennis lessons. That would be a way in. She looked good for an older woman in her forties – busty, great long legs, platinum hair coifed just so. And she looked bored. Hubby was likely off golfing and she was looking for action.

As the assistant tennis pro at the plush El Camino Resort he had plenty of opportunity to get close to rich society wives on the make. El Camino was one of a chain in the high end luxury resorts owned by Rockwell Corporation, a leisure time giant. In such a lush environment. His charm, boyish good looks and his position put him right in the sweet spot. The patrons were rich and the wives were trophy caliber. Many played tennis, and it was a given that tennis players were likely to be in good shape. He coaxed them into lessons, and more often than not, it all ended up in his king sized bed (or hers). It was his MO and it had worked.

It had landed him in hot water as well. The first time he’d been suspected of dalliance with a married guest, his boss had chewed him out royally. He brushed it off. What did they know? The way he saw it, he was providing a service. The second time he was caught, he had to pay a visit to corporate to listen to a boring lecture from the Rockwell Resorts VP of Human Resources, one Ms. Valerie Navarro, a ball breaking bitch if there ever was one. Thin and small of stature, she was nonetheless in a powerful position over him. Even though she looked like she’d blow away in a strong wind, she had the authority, so he had to listen. She went on and on about appropriate behavior with guests. Rockwell policy strictly forbade these liaisons, she said. He was told there had better not be a third time or there would be serious consequences, blah, blah, blah. This Ms. Navarro was just the kind of snooty bureaucratic bitch he hated. Screw her. This babe at the bar, she was just too much. He had to try.

 He looked again. She saw him and smiled. He took that as an invitation.

“Buy you a drink?” he asked.

“Sure,” she said. “Gin and tonic, if you will.”

He told Sammi to set her up. The bartender did, and placed the drink in front of her. She cupped it smoothly and took a long sip. The woman was a looker, that was sure. In that short dress he got a good look at some of the best legs he’d seen in a long time. The dress had a deep v-shaped neck, too, giving him a good shot at some prime cleavage.

“Ahh,” she said. “Thank you.” Then her eyes narrowed. “Say, I’ve seen you around. Aren’t you down in the tennis shop or something?”

“That’s right,” said Todd. “I’m an assistant pro. Do you play?”

“Yeah, I do. Used to be pretty good, too. In high school I went to the state finals three years running.”

“Yeah?” said Todd. “You ought to take a lesson from me. I’d sharpen your game up.”

“Yeah. I’d like that. Gotta do something around here.” She frowned, indicating her displeasure at her current circumstances.

“Husband out golfing?” That was the likely source of her displeasure. It was what they did. They dumped their wives and went off with their buddies on one of El Camino’s three championship courses.

“Yes, he is. And leaving me all alone like this.” She gave him a sly glance, looking him up and down. Its meaning was unmistakable. “You’re cute, but I bet all the girls tell you that.”

Todd’s cock swelled as she looked him over candidly. This is a live one for sure. “By the way,” she said, “I’m Gloria Denham.” She stuck out her hand.

“Todd Francis,” said Todd, taking it.

She scheduled a lesson for nine AM the next morning.

* * *

“You are pretty good,” said Todd as they volleyed back and forth. Actually she was more than good. Her forehand came at him like a bullet and her backhand was solid and accurate. He could not believe how she was running him all over the court. She was in great shape for her age, and not only that, she was a crafty player.

“I could take you, you know,” she said, after they had volleyed for several minutes, warming up, and were taking a breather. “For a pro, you need work. More practice.” She said it dismissively with a toss of her head.

Todd’s jaw dropped. Had she really said that? “You could not,” he countered. “You’re just…”
He didn’t finish.

“A woman? I’m just a woman?” She turned and walked toward the net. “So, I couldn’t beat a buff guy like you?” She said it with a flirtatious smile that signaled the game was on.

Todd got the message. It was an unmistakable challenge. One that could end up in her bedroom (or his) if he played his cards right.

“The hell you say.” Todd stopped and put his hands on his hips, eyeing her with an expression of disbelief.

“Care to put your ass on the line then?” Again the flirty smile.

“Sure, what’s the bet?”

“Well…” she tapped her lips with her index finger, thinking. “Loser buys lunch and then we go back to my place and…. what the winner says goes -- for the rest of the afternoon.”

Whoa! It looked like she meant it, and no mistake about what she was suggesting. That was an offer Todd couldn’t refuse. He didn’t care what the hell corporate VP Miz Navarro said, he was going to take advantage of this one. This was one hot babe. Company policy be damned.

“But I must warn you,” she said with a wicked grin, “my tastes are exotic.”

Bring it on, thought Todd.

* * *

Todd nursed his wounded pride as he sat across from Gloria Denham at a trendy (and expensive) La Jolla watering hole. She had kicked his ass, but good.  He’d struggled to win even a point while she had run him ragged all over the court. In fact, they were lunching early because Gloria had made such quick work of him, 6-1, 6-0. It was like she was some sort of ringer.

“Don’t pout, Todd,” she said. Her tone was sharp, a change from the seductress of earlier. He blushed. The admonishment sounded like something his junior high schoolteacher would say. “I whipped your ass, fair and square.” She was almost gloating. “Maybe that’s what I’ll do when we get to my suite.”

“Do what?” said Todd.

“Why, whip your ass, of course. You have a nice one, you know. Very cute and tight. I like that.”

Todd leaned forward. “W-what do you mean?” Had he heard right?

“I told you my tastes were exotic,” she said. “Come on, let’s go.”

She rose abruptly, signaling that the meal was at an end. Todd paid and followed after Gloria Denham like a puppy dog as she got up and strode out of the restaurant. Despite what she’d said, Todd was in full arousal mode watching the svelte hips of hers sashay in that flippy little tennis dress. So what if she was a little kinky? Once she got a look at the Todd Rod she’d be his to command. They all fell into line eventually.

Her suite was the most luxurious one in the resort. Large, isolated and fully furnished with everything one could wish for, it was a statement about how the other half lived. Fully three thousand square feet in a penthouse setting, its commanding view of the Pacific Ocean was magnificent. Through a whole wall of glass he could practically see from downtown San Diego to Carlsbad and beyond. Todd’s thought was that Gloria’s husband must be one serious player to be able to afford all this. Which made him worry. What if he came back? On these trysts Todd usually took them to his place, modest digs, but safe.

“Look, this is all very nice, but what if your husband comes back?”

“He won’t. Trust me, we have plenty of time.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes, I am,” she said. Gloria was still wearing the tennis dress. It displayed her long legs to their best advantage. “In fact I’m going to shower and change,” she said, flashing another seductive smile. “In the meantime, you could go in the bathroom down the hall and do the same.”

Todd gave her his best wolfish grin. “Or, I could shower with you.”

“Oh, that would spoil the fun,” she said. “You just get yourself back here. And don’t worry about clothes – you won’t need them.”

Hot damn! Todd’s eyes followed that twitchy butt out of the room, and he then went into an adjacent bedroom. It had its own bath, of course. He showered and decided to come back out into the main suite clad in one of the plush robes the resort provided for the guests (a mere two hundred dollars if you wanted to take it home with you after your stay). Gloria was still not out yet, but the water wasn’t running. Todd stood at the large west facing window looking at the ocean, waiting.

“Todd?” she called from the master bedroom.

“Yes?” he said moving in that direction.

“Don’t come in. I’m dressing. Take off the robe and go stand facing the corner.”

“What?” Face the corner? This was weird.

“I said, get yourself totally naked and stand in the corner like the naughty boy you are.”

“Well, really? Ok,” he said, reluctance clearly in his tone. Yeah, this babe was kinky somehow, he thought. But he figured he had to play along. She sure sounded different. Businesslike. Commanding. Not at all the seductress from earlier.

“I won the match. You agreed. This is my game. I want you bare as a newborn babe, got it?” She shouted from down the hall.

“Uh…all right,” he said. He shrugged out of the robe leaving it in a pool on the floor and stood in a corner feeling embarrassed and really stupid. He stood there waiting…and waiting. Oddly he felt his erection rising. I’ll just get ready for her, he thought. Give her a good gander at the ‘ol Todd Rod. But after stroking it for a while he merely felt foolish and ridiculous. He was about to turn and go looking for Gloria Denham when he heard a sound behind him.

“All right, young man. Turn around.”

Todd turned. Instead of finding Gloria in a some skimpy bit of negligee (he’d imagined what it might be – black, frilly with lace and skimpy), she was dressed as if for work in a short tight business skirt, a white blouse, high heels and hose. In her hand she carried an object. Todd looked closely. It appeared to be a wooden hairbrush. Now Todd really felt dumb. She was fully dressed, he was naked. What was this?

“What is this?” said Todd. “I thought…”

“I don’t care what you thought, Todd.” She took a chair from the dining area and pulled it over into the great room, then sat down. “Come over here.”

Todd obeyed but as he approached he got a sinking feeling in his stomach. This was feeling to him like a repeat of a scene from his childhood. The last woman seated in a chair to summon him to her side while holding a hairbrush had been his mother the day he had been caught with Joey Clinton out in the garage looking at Joey’s Playboy collection. He had been ten. His mom had whaled his bared bottom hard with that hairbrush, lecturing him the whole time on the evils of pornography. He’d dissolved in tears, blubbering, pleading forgiveness, promising anything if only it would stop. It had finally stopped, but not until his salty tears and the snot running out of his nose had made a mess of the carpet next to that chair and his bottom was burning like the fires of hell. The shame of being bared and spanked had stayed with him for weeks, but strangely enough when he had attained puberty, recollection of that event usually produced a woody. He had one now.

“And just what is THAT?” said Gloria Denham, pointing the end of the brush at the Todd Rod, now sticking straight out, pointing at her tits which strained the front of the blouse. “Do you think this is going to be fun, Todd?”

Todd was tongue tied. He didn’t know what to say. In a heartbeat her whole demeanor had changed from seductive temptress to no-nonsense schoolmarm. “Wh—what are you going to do?”

“Isn’t it obvious, Todd? I’m going to spank you like a little boy.”

“Wh—why?” Todd couldn’t believe this was happening.

“Because. Just because. It pleases me. I won the match and what I want is to give your cute little boy butt a good shellacking. It should be an exemplary experience for you. So, mister. Get across my knee.” To emphasize the point she tapped her leg with the brush.

She pulled her skirt back revealing more of those shapely legs. Todd felt conflicted. On the one hand, this was crazy. On the other he was strangely turned on by the whole scene. So he eased himself across her lap, his cock nestling between her thighs clad in the sheerness of nylon hose. The feeling was electric. His penis slid down between her legs and she closed them slightly trapping his erection like a vise.

“Now you won’t go anywhere, young man. Since you’re new to this, I’ll start with just my hand.”

The next thing Todd felt was her hand, rubbing his bare bottom, patting it, making little circles on it. If the situation hadn’t been so embarrassing he would have said it actually felt good, sexy, titillating.

Smack! That first hard slap was like a dousing with cold water. It stung.

Smack! An identical smack on the other side.

Then she launched into a volley of brisk spanks, slapping one cheek then the other, sometimes bringing her hand down hard right across his central crease. It burned. The tingling mild sting from those first few slaps morphed into mild discomfort. He waggled his body, trying to shake it off.

“Oh, no you don’t,” she said, and tightened her left arm which encircled his waist and pulled him tight against her.

Then the spanking began in earnest. She was methodical, relentless and thorough. Spanks piled on top of spanks. His flesh burned. Sometimes a quick volley of wrist snappy spanks, sometimes full on hard whacks delivered slowly, each one a real burner. How could her hand be so hard? And sting so much? He tried to be stoic about it. Part of him wanted to cry out, to beg her to ease up. It was hurting – really hurting. Finally he couldn’t stand it. He reached his hand back to protect his inflamed bottom.

“C’mon! Ow! It hurts!” He yelped in a high pitched voice.

“You get your hand away,” she said, swatting it away. “I’m going to tan your little fanny good and don’t you try to interfere. We can go all afternoon you know.” As if to emphasize she delivered a set of rapid fire spanks that had him arching his back and fluttering his feet.

“Ow! Ow! Ok – ok!” he said, wriggling. “Just…just, it hurts!”

“Well, I know, silly. It’s a SPANKING. A real one. It should hurt plenty. To teach you a lesson. A good one.” The spanks continued to fall even as she spoke.

This was new information. What lesson? What had he done?

“I think we are ready to graduate to the hairbrush,” she said, after a furious barrage of stinging spanks that took his breath away. Todd felt her right leg slide to the side and she pushed him farther over her left knee. Then her right leg clamped his legs behind his knees. His nose was pushed into the carpet and his butt was arched in a prominent curve over her left knee. He had never felt so vulnerable. That wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was the spanking with that merciless hairbrush.

The first crack sent a burst of flame that blossomed out from his bottom and engulfed his senses. The awful sting dwarfed the discomfort of the hand spanking. He flailed while she laid it on, smack after smack. This time he wasn’t silent.

“Yeow! Ouch! Stop!” He pleaded, but it was an exercise in futility as the spanks rained down, sonorous whacks, each one igniting an explosion of heat on his tortured skin.

“When I spank a boy, I make a good job of it, Todd.”

Todd was beyond listening. He was just trying to cope with the harsh cracks of the hairbrush that were scorching his behind.

“Your cute little butt is almost done, I’d say. Ten more good ones and you count.”

How Todd managed to croak out a count of ten, he didn’t know, but finally it was over. She released his hand and lifted him up, making him slide down to his knees so he was kneeling between her legs.

“Now, that’s a good boy,” she said, grabbing his hair and pulling his head back until his eyes stared up at her. From somewhere she produced a blindfold and slipped it over his eyes. “Stand up,” she said. “Give me your hands.” Todd did. He was too dazed to oppose anything. His ass was burning up and tears were running down his face. Something was going on but he wasn’t sure what it was. This whole thing was something other than what he had thought.

While he was trying to figure it out, handcuffs were snapped on his wrists. This was another alarming event. “What are you doing?” he said. She had grabbed him by the elbow and was marching him somewhere. He stumbled along, helpless now. They hadn’t gone far. He felt his crotch touch something. The leather couch that dominated the main room, that’s what it felt like.

“Stand here,” said Gloria Denham.

He stood waiting. With his hands in the cuffs he couldn’t rub his buttocks. His seat felt swollen to twice its size and hot – flaming hot. If only he could rub some of the sting away. He heard the soft beep of numbers being punched into a smart phone. Then he heard Gloria’s voice. “He’s ready,” she said.

He was ready for what? Now what?

The next thing he heard was the soft chime of a doorbell. Someone was here. Who? Her husband? Oh God! No it couldn’t be her husband, he would just come right in.

“You stay right there,” said Gloria.

He heard her pad away and go open the door. “Come in,” he heard Gloria say. “Yes, he’s all ready for you.” He heard the new voice say, “Yes, I can see he’s all primed. Good job, Gloria.”

Female. It was another female.

That voice. That voice. He knew that voice.

Oh my! Who could possibly be at the door that Todd knew? I'm afraid we must all wait until next week to find out.