After the severe punishment that Marguerite van Helz had received in front of all the students of the boarding-house, for several days I was kept in awe by what I had seen, and the same was true of all my terrorised playmates who showed good behaviour, more than exemplary.We can only guess what went on between Georgette and Lucette after lights out.
But that which must happen always happens; nothing can prevent the fatality of certain things that are due, and that one which was to rob my bottom of its school virginity happened quite naturally, since the efforts of the teachers and the playmates only tended towards forcing me to undress and to show the interesting parts of my anatomy.
In the reformatory which Madame de Quirinodo governed, informing and telling tales was cultivated to the point of becoming a match to a civil institution.
A playmate, I know not which one, for I would have scratched her eyes out with pleasure, went and told Miss Elisa that I had spent all morning drawing caricatures showing her in postures not flattering to her self respect.
Miss Elisa immediately concluded, with just cause, that I had not had time to learn my lessons, and without hesitating she questioned me first on my geography lesson which had been prepared for that day.
I did not know my lesson and I had hoped that having been questioned all the week, in all the other lessons, and having received the very best marks, that I would be left in peace that day. But it was not to be thus, and no sooner had we seated ourselves than Miss Elisa turned towards me and called my name.
"Mademoiselle Lucette."
I was so little expecting this that I felt myself suddenly become quite pale. The authority of our teachers was such that the least remark, the least warning was enough to completely distract us.
I shall always remember the question she asked me. It was the bed of the River Danube that I had to draw on the blackboard indicating the position of the cities through which it flowed.
Feeling more dead than alive, obnubilated by the consciousness that I did not know the least thing about the question, I went to the blackboard.
The whole thing was lamentable. With difficulty I stammered some confused explanations, disconcerted by the ironic look of my teacher who looked at me, while I floundered, with visible joy.
At each of my replies, the giggling of the pupils made me forget everything and it was with nameless anguish that I heard Miss Elisa conclude thus:
"Mademoiselle Lucette, you do not know a word of your lesson, you would have done far better to open your book than to have made caricatures all morning. In short, I think it is high time to be less indulgent towards you; you are, besides, sufficiently well informed as regards the practices of this school, to be able to bear like your playmates the punishments which it is customary to inflict on those who are lazy and undisciplined. You shall therefore be whipped; come up here near my desk."
Then all at once I became a coward, I was so afraid of being whipped that I threw myself at my teacher's feet and, joining my hands, I beseeched her to forgive me.
"For this time," I said, "please Miss, let me be. I promise that I shall never do it again, forgive me I beseech you!"
"Lucette, I have already forgiven you at least ten times. Your punishment is merited and, as I hate all this useless grimacing, I shall ask you to turn your back to your classmates, to lift up your skirts, take down your drawers, and to show these other young ladies your big naked bottom, that they may clearly see the sound whipping that you will get...for your first time I shall be satisfied with spanking your naughty bottom with my hand..hurry up and be quick!"
Tears darkened my vision and prevented me from seeing, my ears buzzed and I could not hear, and the sobbing in my sore throat left me unable to speak.
A slap fell on my cheek before I could make the slightest movements to hinder it.
"Will you hurry up and obey me, girl?"
"Yes..oh..ye-yes Miss."
But I stayed as motionless as a dormouse. Miss Elisa slapped me two or three times making my cheeks turn the colour of vermilion.
She had taken hold of my hair and she was violently shaking me, while railing at me in a hoarse voice.
"Will you obey...will you lift up your skirts..drop your drawers...tender your bottom...Ah, Mademoiselle is ashamed. Mademoiselle does not wish to show us all her moon, Mademoiselle does not wish to lose her dignity and appear ridiculous...in that case, Mademoiselle had but to study her lesson!"
All these vehement comments were intersected by slaps..The pain that Miss Elisa was causing me in pulling my hair made me yell...I no longer knew what I was doing.
"Yes, Miss...I am obeying...there, see...please do not beat me any more...please I am obeying...oh la la!...my head!"
In fact I was obeying in haste but awkwardly.
My two trembling hands lifted up my skirts showing my stockings and my bottom imprisoned in drawers. Arrived at this point of the indecent undressing exacted of me, Miss Elisa, seeing that I hesitated to unbutton my drawers, railed at me again.
"Open the slit of your drawers and bend down to show us all your behind!"
"Oh Miss, I cannot!"
"Well, and why not?"
"My drawers are closed ones."
"Stupid girl...then lower them and bend right over this table!"
I undid the ribbon and felt very embarrassed. All my refinement of a young virgin shattered by the affront I was about to receive. I felt the frail garment slip down my legs and twist itself around my ankles.
"Now bend down and lift up your chemise!"
"Oh Miss...please, you do it! I cannot. It-it is too shameful!"
"I require you to expose your own bottom...you yourself...now do it and bend over!"
I obeyed and first lay down over the table resting on my stomach, the points of my feet just touching the floor, in a posture tendering my bottom in a shamefully provoking manner.
"Now lift up your chemise!"
Miss Elisa stood next to me, my hands gripped the frail garment which veiled my posterior charms and I raised...the curtain. The cold air tickled my naked flesh...the cup of satisfaction was drunk to the dregs by my audience.. I was showing everything to my playmates who were giggling at my shameful exposure.
Miss Elisa did not hurry to spank me, for she was enjoying the beautiful sight that I was granting the class. I can say 'beautiful sight' without false modesty, for at that time I knew I was beautiful physically, as I had admired myself from all angles in front of my looking-glass, privy to my coquettishness.
After having scrutinised the ivory roundness which it was her mission to turn to bright red, Miss Elisa encircled my slim waist with her right arm, spread my chemise and my skirt as high as she could over my shoulders..and the merry dance began. She beat me in a painful and ridiculous manner, as they beat very little girls, with the flat of her hand. And yet I assure you that the pain was as burning as it could be; after the first slap I pressed the cheeks of my bottom together as tightly as I could to diminish the surface rendered, and to avoid the play of the thighs which would have shown the audience more than it was necessary to show.
Flac! Flac! Flac! The characteristic noise of a naked bottom that is being slapped rang in my ears and made me cry out "Oh, la, la!" each time that the stiff and nervous hand of my teacher came violently into contact with the satin skin of my bottom.
I felt the burn in my fleshy parts, that I soon spread out in all its roundness, despite my good intentions. The frantic dance that my bottom executed at each slap must have been a most amusing and revealing sight, if I was to judge from the choking laughter of my playmates.
The pain of the punishment was not sufficiently violent to prevent my hearing the whispering amongst my fellow students; their little laughs exasperated me; in spite of my pain I wished that Miss Elisa would beat them all too, to punish them for laughing at me. Oh how happy I would have been to see the bottoms palpitate and jump beneath the slaps or beneath the blows of a whip.
Now the sensation of burning that had seemed at the beginning quite tolerable, so that I had been thinking "So this is a spanking?" became quite frightful, and the screams that I had held back till then escaped me, although I did all I could to bravely bear this beating, which was to initiate my bottom to the delights of flagellation.
My supplications did not differ much from those of my playmates when they were in similar postures. We were all like little girls, and the only words that we could utter were exclamations of pain or cries of supplication.
My bottom, during this beating which was the first but far from the last in my life, was slapped some forty times. My flesh was now so painful that when I was sent back to my seat I felt that I was sitting on a red hot iron, inasmuch as Miss Elisa had not allowed me to pull up my drawers...I had been obliged, skirts lowered, to take my seat, my ankles enclosed in my drawers whose fine linen trailed lamentably in the dust.
Once seated I dare not raise my eyes as I felt the looks of all my playmates fixed upon me. I sat with head lowered, tears of mortification filling my eyes.
Suzanne Lance, who sat at my right hand, maliciously touched me with her hand.
"Why it's warm down below!" she whispered.
I blushed but did not reply, yet more tears formed on my lashes.
Georgette, who was my left hand neighbour, comforted me in a low voice, while the teacher corrected another student's copy book.
"My poor little thing..you are suffering..tonight I have something with which to open your door...I shall come and comfort you...to nurse you, yes?"
The bell rang for recess.
Humbly I turned to Miss Elisa:
"May I pull my drawers up now, Miss?"
"Yes you may do so...you have been sufficiently punished this time."
The pain of my bottom lessened and I did justice to the tea and bread and butter which we got at tea-time.
Then that night...I infringed on the rules of the school. Georgette found means of opening the door of my room although Miss Elisa had locked it.
Georgette, Georgette, in writing these lines, I think of you who were so loving and kind, and although the threat of the whip is no longer there to frighten me, I still blush at the memory of certain things that passed between us.
This article is addressed directly to men. Yes I know Februs has a large female following but the fact remains that it's men who generally buy the magazine. (This is probably due to the difficulty we women have in reaching anything on the top shelf of a newsagent's shop, and of course there is also the embarrassment factor - the kind that used to afflict men buying condoms from snickering female pharmacy assistants before 'Johnnies' became politically correct).
Time and again I meet men who are keen fans of various disciplinary activities but are nervous of broaching the subject with their partners. Others are already 'active' but want to know where to obtain the implements, clothes or accessories commonly featured in spanking magazines and videos. To the more experienced or sophisticated devotee, some of the questions I get asked may seem ludicrously innocent and naive; on the other hand, some common practices can seem quite bizarre to the new enthusiast. We should remember that we all have to begin somewhere, but, once started, we are limited only by our imagination, tastes and considerations of safety!
If you know where to look, the opportunities to obtain the artifacts you want are legion. And whether you are trying to seduce a partner into her first CP experience or wanting to extend your existing repertoire, Christmas, birthdays and anniversaries provide ideal opportunities fro giving that slightly unusual present or introducing a new activity.
Unfortunately men often make the mistake of thinking if they buy the toys, their partners will automatically want to join in the game. WRONG! Apart from the January sales, the reason stores are jam-packed after Christmas is because droves of women are returning ill thought out and unappreciated tokens of esteem from their men folk.
Handy hint: SLOW DOWN!
Whether your desire is to see her in frothy lace-and-silk lingerie or tight-laced leather bondage gear, if it isn't what she happily buys for herself she will need time to get used to the idea. Just think of all the jumpers and pullovers women have given you that have been completely at odds with your usual tastes. Remember their looks of love and anticipation as you unwrapped the gift they had agonised over for weeks, and how you struggled to make a tactful response.
Then remember how you have usually come to like the item once were given time to appreciate it and become acclimatised to the change of fashion. Now imagine her feelings when you present her with goodies that are not just unusual but which seem to challenge her basic sexuality.
You may be feeling romantic, dominating and randy as she opens her package under the tree - but she might simply feel threatened.
It's your timing - not your taste - which is at fault. If you want her to experiment, you are going to have to prepare the way in advance. If you are thinking of getting traditional sexy undies, go shopping with her and casually show her the kind of things you like in a respectable department store. That's important. Don't make any attempt to buy them. Just take the opportunity to gauge her reaction. If she's totally repelled, don't waste your time going any further, but if she is willing to touch and talk you know Santa Claus can bring them safely down the chimney this year.
For something more esoteric in either the clothing or 'novelty' line send off for some mail-order catalogues to whet her appetite. The back pages of several Sunday newspapers - yeah you know the ones - carry suitable advertisements for first-time buyers. If it makes things easier, tell her you found the brochures on the bus or got them from someone at work.
Talking - even laughing - about the pictures and descriptions is a lot less menacing for many women than suddenly being confronted by a pair of crotchless rubber knickers and a sorority paddle wrapped in Rudolf the Red-Nosed Reindeer wrapping paper. Once you feel she is comfortable with the idea you can send off for the real thing.
In either case it is important to play down the importance of all this to you. Don't put her under pressure. Make it a 'funny' supplement to her proper present of perfume, fluffy slippers or whatever she usually wants. Better still, save it for later and give it to her when the main celebrations are out of the way and you're settling down with cocoa, sandwiches and a television movie. You can create a more appropriate setting another time!
Another handy hint. If you buy clothing, do make sure it is the right size. This may seem obvious but many men are hopeless when it comes to their partner's real measurements. A generous bust can be the result of a narrow back rather than overall girth -understand bra sizing. Slim does not necessarily mean small. Badly fitting underwear of any sort is simply uncomfortable and clothes that men might fondly believe to be sexy and figure-hugging are simply embarrassing to your partner if they are too tight - and downright unflattering if they are too large. So do your research thoroughly.
Christmas and New Year celebrations provide great opportunities for initiating spanking games if you have not managed to introduce them into your lives before. At a time when it is natural to be somewhat merry and people are devoting themselves to fun and frivolity, a few physical forfeits can be slipped into the proceedings almost unnoticed. Like ludo, bridge and golf what starts off as a party game can soon become a pleasurable addiction. For the more adventurous, a trip to a club such as Whiplash or The Torture Garden (both in London) may provide new ideas and introduce you to people with similar tastes. Finding venues outside London can be difficult, but joining the mailing list of one organisation usually leads to publicity for others arriving through your mail box. You will need to adhere to the prescribed dress codes, so don't bother going if one or the other of you has nothing suitable to wear - and the club foyer would probably not be the best place to give a lady her first experience of a latex catsuit!
Experienced couples may find buying good quality products to suit their tastes a problem. The classified ads may help, but if you have specific needs you may want to find a supplier with whom you can build up a personal relationship. It is a common fallacy that if you want to buy erotic/fetishist goods and publications over the counter you need to go to London. While there are a number of well-established easy-to-find shops in the capital (Janus, Libido, Skin Two, Zeitgeist..and so on) there are several outlets in the provinces whose lower profiles may make the experience of shopping, especially for a first timer, much more relaxing. I am not talking here of conventional 'sex shops' , but rather those dedicated to specialised clientele or providing an ostensibly 'straight' service that happens to appeal to the fetishist.
Just recently I came across a shop in the back streets of Brighton that at first glance seemed to stock mainly leather watchstraps and bootlaces. It was only when I went inside and looked around more closely that I realised its major trade was in bondage harnesses. A picture-framer in Winchester offers prints of Victorian spanking scenes; a market stall in Manchester selling accessories for heavy metal fans has provided me with several interesting belts and chokers; a saddler in Newbury left me spoilt for choice when I wanted a new riding crop (and he clearly knew I had no intention of going anywhere near a horse!) In Stockport, goths and hippies buy their patchouli oil and tie-dyed skirts in the same shop that sells a tantalising range of PVC and leather garments.
The back streets of Britain are literally brimming with suppliers keen to satisfy our personal desires.
Should your tastes involve an element of nostalgia, be it for Victorian split-drawers or 1950's dirndl skirts, try bric-a-brac shops and flea markets. The owners are often seemingly oblivious to the fetish-value of much of their stock and will happily dispose of carpet-beaters, wooden rulers, leather satchels and other items for small change.
Yet another handy hint. Men, go window shopping on your own first until you have mapped out locations. Trailing around town in December in pouring rain looking for a kink shop you've heard of but can't find will not put your lady-friend in the right frame of mind for buying kinky collectibles!
For the shyer connoisseur there are quality mail order companies such as AE Services. Their discreet catalogue offers a comprehensive range of implements with pictures and full descriptions. Just bear in mind that if you are planning to buy that special lady something for a special occasion you need to order a catalogue well in advance - particularly if she is new to all this - so that you can read it, talk it through, get her in the right frame of mind and then place your order and have it delivered in time.
A final word of advice. Just remember it's the thought that counts. So think about how much pleasure she will get from having her horizons broadened rather than how totally she will act out your fantasies - and then you never know your luck!
I'm speechless!JENNY
"Well, now," said the beefy gentleman in a cowboy hat, "This is what you two need." He regarded the sign with interest while addressing two attractive women, apparently his companions. Noticing Jenny he said, "Now ain't she just the cutest little filly?"
His companions, two decidedly younger women, a blonde in a halter top and denim cutoffs and a brunette in tight jeans and a tank top gawked at the sign.
"Paddling Booth?" said the blonde, turning to her companion. "You mean like a lickin'?"
"So Uncle Bob, why'd you bring us here?" said the brunette. The girls looked at Bob warily. Bob was nonchalant.
"I reckon we should make a donation, seein' how it's for charity and all. Besides you gals need a demonstration. I haven't forgotten the mess the house was in when I got back from Tucson--and you know what I mean," said Bob with a pointed look at the "gals". They looked at each other with a sickly "uh, oh" expression. "This gives me an idea of how to deal with you two."
Jenny cringed as the guy hauled out a wad of bills and started peeling them off. He reminded her of one of those caricatures of a big brash Texas tycoon. If those two girls were really nieces she'd eat his cowboy hat.
"Uhhh...this might be fun, Sue Ann," said the blonde, brightly, but it was false cheeriness. Sue Ann rolled her eyes like "oh, brother".
"Hmpf," said Sue Ann. "maybe. A sorority gal taking a paddlin'. I don't like Uncle Bob's interest in this," she whispered to her friend.
"Well, girls," said "uncle" Bob, "we're gonna see. I'm going to give this boy here $100."
"Whoa!" said Ron, "I, uh, don't know--that's," he quickly calculated, "that's 21 swats."
The big man put his hands up. "I know, I know, son. Listen, here's the deal..." and he lowered his voice. "It'll only be a round dozen, see, but here's the catch..."
Ron listened. There was always a catch.
"...I want her to take 'em on the baretail."
Ron's jaw dropped. "Now wait..." he started, hands raised.
"Now just hear me out, son. Now I know that under those britches she's got one of them thong things on...hell, you can see it. You get the C note if she shucks those pants and takes her licks bare butt." Motioning towards his nieces he continued, "Your booth here gave me an idea. These two need a right smart lickin' and I want to show'em what they're in for if they don't shape up."
Ron shook his head. "I can't ask Jenny here to..."
But Jenny had overheard and she stepped in. She squared her shoulders and spoke up. "I'll do it, mister." This was her chance to impress Ron--and show off her charms. "You donate the $100, I'll take the swats on my bare butt."
Ron was nonplussed. "You will? You're a plucky girl. Something like this could win us the championship for the team with the most money."
Jenny was beaming in the glow of Ron's admiration.
"Ok, you heard her. We'll do it."
The group trooped into the room. Jenny walked to the center of the room and, taking a deep breath, hooked her fingers into the waistband of her shorts. Giving a few little wiggles, she tugged the shorts down baring the lovely white moons of her bottom. Her butt was high set and round, the jouncy globes pale except for a sprinkling of freckles. Deftly she stepped out of the shorts which left her clad only in a thong and her halter top. Ron's mouth dropped open--wow, what a great ass.
"I'm ready," declared Jenny, and she dutifully bent over, placed her hands on her knees and stuck her butt out for the attentions of the paddle.
Bob directly addressed his nieces. "Now, girls, pay attention, cause this is how you take a lickin' when you've been naughty."
The girls looked on with sullen expressions. The fair was no longer fun, it seemed.
Jenny gripped her knees tightly. Ron measured his distance and patted her behind with the paddle. "Ready?" he asked. Jenny nodded. Ron drew back his arm and brought the paddle down with a loud smack! Jenny flinched and muttered a silent "ouch".
Smack! Number two hit her cheeks low, causing them to ripple. "Yeow, that stung," she yelped.
"Well, honey, course it's going to sting," said Bob with a chuckle. "It's a paddlin'."
Whap! Three was like a brand of fire. Jenny's mouth flew open. She wiggled hoping to throw off the pain. It didn't work.
Crack! Number four made her raise partly up, but she recovered and held on.
Ron laid on crack after crack with the paddle. He aimed carefully so that the paddle would hit flat across both cheeks on the fleshiest lower part of her fanny. The swats were firm without being brutal, but even so, Ron knew that this bare bottom paddling had to sting like hell. Each swat made her bottom cheeks wobble then spring back into their rounded pert shape. He waited about 15-20 seconds between licks to give Jenny time to regain her composure. She would raise halfway up and shuffle her feet with a gasp of "Whew...Ahhh" before assuming the position, presenting her cute rump for another hard crack. Her ass had now turned a bright red. Each one made Jenny flinch. A couple of times she came up on her toes and her hands flew out.
Crack! "Yeow...ooh...ohh," yelped Jenny.
"That's ten," muttered Ron, whispering in her ear as he bent over. "Only two more. Be brave, Jenny."
Jenny nodded. Smack! Crack! the last two came fast.
"Whooo....eee...yow! That stung!
Wow!" said Jenny, rubbing vigorously and dancing from foot to foot.
"There you go, sir," said Ron, satisfied by a job well done.
"Very good son, very good," clapped Bob. "You two see that?" said Bob to his nieces. "I hope you paid attention."
"So what?" said Sue Ann. "You can't do that to us."
"Yeah," said the blonde. "We're too old for that."
Uncle Bob shot the girls a wicked grin and said to Ron, "We got a few more minutes here, I reckon. Hows about I borrow that spankin' paddle there?"
"Sure," said Ron, now clearly intrigued.
Bob hefted the paddle. "A little light but it'll do."
He addressed the girls. "Awright you two, now we're gonna have a little lesson. You saw how Miss Redhead over here took her licks? Now I want both of you right over here," he said pointing to a spot in the center of the room.
The girls whined when the realization hit them that Uncle Bob was actually going to use that awful paddle on their own hind ends.
"C'mon Bob, no, please. It's too embarrassing."
"Yeah," pleaded the blonde. "We'll never do a party like that again. C'mon, please."
Bob looked at the floor for a minute, waiting for them to finish, then looked up.
"You either get over here and shuck those britches right down or you can go back to that titty bar in Houston where I found you. And that means no trip to Aruba, or Cancun or any other place I was going to take you."
With the sickly realization that he had them, literally, over a barrel, the two young women shuffled forward and started to unbutton their jeans. Jenny, amazed at the spectacle unfolding, backed up toward Ron who put his hands on her shoulders. Unconsciously, she let her body relax against his. Ron felt her hot bottom cheeks pressing into his groin as she backed up. It gave him an instant hard on which had been building as he had paddled her sweet bare tushy.
"Let's go, Sue Ann, Betty, get 'em all the way down," ordered Bob.
Groaning both girls complied pulling shorts and jeans down to their knees.
"Panties, too. I want those asses bare."
The protest to this last indignity was cut off by Bob, and two pairs of panties soon joined the jeans at knee level.
"All right now. Bend over. Put your hands on your knees and stick out those fannies. Do it now. And stay put while I paddle your sassy butts."
Sue Ann had long legs and an oval cheeked bottom. Although slender, she had an amply padded seat for what was to follow. Betty, the shorter of the two, had a jouncy bubble shaped rear end that stuck out as if begging for the attentions of the paddle. Reluctantly both girls bent over and gripped their knees. Bob gave the paddle a few practice swooshes that made the girls flinch. Then he stepped to Betty's side and landed a sharp crack right across the fattest part of her sit spot.
Betty howled and started to get up, but Bob put his hand on her back and pushed her back down with an admonishment to stay in position. Then he moved to Sue Ann's side and gave her a solid crack across her ass that made her jump up and yelp.
Bob alternated between the two chagrined women, delivering a hearty paddle swat to one, then moving to the other. He stood to the left and lined up each lick, checking his distance and patting the proffered bottom a few times before letting go with a hefty smack. The licks were solid and deliberate. Bob seemed determined to punish his naughty nieces soundly for whatever their infraction had been.
Jenny marveled at the way the buttocks of the girls would quiver as the paddle struck. A steady chorus of "Ow...ow...ouch!" accompanied the paddling. By the end of what Jenny could see was a very sound licking both pairs of bottom cheeks were a bright red and Betty and Sue Ann were wriggling, crying and pleading with "Uncle" Bob to go easy on them. He didn't. The last two swats were the hardest yet and made both girls screech with pain.
When it was over a very chastened pair of nieces struggled back into their tight pants. Their faces were as red as their behinds had been and tears had to be wiped from eyes. Bob handed Ron the paddle.
"Thank you, son. Let's go you two," he said to the sniffling pair, " and any more foolery like last week and your behinds will be feeling my belt."
Wide eyes, Jenny watched them go. As she did she became aware of how hot she was. Of course her butt was blazing, but she was horny, too. God, she was dripping wet. She hoped it wouldn't make a spot on her shorts. What she really wanted right now was to go down on her knees and pull Ron's cock right out of his pants so she could go down on it, then get him to fuck her good and proper. She had felt the boner in his pants as she had leaned against him. That must mean he wanted her too. She began plotting how to get him alone...maybe later.
She didn’t know it, but Ron was thinking exactly the same thing.
"Now, isn't he cute?" This comment was obviously directed at James from a trio of well dressed women in their thirties. They looked like career women slumming.Whew! *fans self* Wasn't that hot?
"Imagine, Kate, finding something like this at a county fair. I had no idea." A buxom brunette eyed James like a cat eyes a canary.
"Come on in, ladies," invited Kirsten. "As you can see I've got a very naughty boy here who needs his bottom warmed." Kirsten spun him around and patted the seat of his tight shorts. James blushed and tried to act calm, but the attention from three lovely women was unnerving, and Kirsten's pats on his bottom gave him an instant woody.
"Well, I can see that," said Kate. "He looks like a bad boy in need of a good spanking. What do you say, June," she asked speaking to a second member of the group.
"I say we go inside and see this bad boy get a good sound paddling."
"You're on," said June. "So how much..." She had turned to the third member of their group, a thin blonde with short bleached hair.
"Hmmm...I have an idea," she said, musing.
"Carrie, you always have ideas...usually the wrong kind," laughed June.
"What'll it be ladies? Only 10 bucks and he gets 3 solid swats."
"Well, I have more in mind than that," said Carrie with a sly wink. She huddled with her two friends, explaining her proposal. They giggled and nodded. Then she pulled Kirsten aside.
"Are those rooms private?" she asked.
"Yep. No one can see in. It's just us," Kirsten assured her.
"Well...we'd be willing to chip in $20 a piece..."
"Wow! That's great," Kirsten exclaimed.
"But what we want is to see you put your bad little boy there over your knee and spank his bare little bottom for us."
"What? A spanking? Bare?"
"That's right," confirmed Carrie. "A good old fashioned bare bottom spanking. I'd say...since you're not using the paddle...about 100 smacks with your hand. What do you say?"
"Well, gee, I don't know. I'd have to ask..."
"Honey, you don't have to ask that pledge. The way he looks at you, if you asked him to strip bare and run around the parade grounds, he'd do it."
Kirsten smiled. "Ok, I'll do it. I'll give him the soundest bare fanny whacking he's ever had. You won't be disappointed."
Carrie turned around and gave the thumbs up to her friends.
Kirsten took James aside and explained it to him. He paled as she told him what the trio had requested. This would be embarrassing beyond belief, but at the same time he was feeling a powerful arousal. "C'mon, James, it's ok. You want to do your part for charity, don't you. You don't want to let your frat down...or disappoint me do you?" This last was said with a wide smile and a husky tone in her voice, filled with implied promises of delights yet to come.
James let himself be led like a lamb to the slaughter. Kirsten took him by the elbow and ushered him inside the room. Someone had thoughtfully left a chair against the wall and Kirsten let go long enough to drag it to a good spot away from the wall. The giggling trio took in James' embarrassment with glee and weren't above teasing im.
"Well, little boy, looks like you're due for a good spanking," said June.
"And on his bare little fanny, too," added Carrie.
"I want to see your sorority sister make you kick and squeal, sweetie," cooed Kate.
Kirsten seated herself. "Come here, James."
"Better go to mommy, James, or she'll spank harder," laughed June. It had turned into a delightful source of mirth for these attractive women to see James in his current predicament.
"Oh, look, he's blushing," observed Kate. She was right. James was so embarrassed he was red in the face. Kirsten had to reach out and take his hand. She drew him close and undid the buttons on his pants. Deftly she yanked down the tight shorts leaving James in white cotton y-briefs. James could not have blushed redder, but to his horror he felt Kirsten's fingers in the elastic of his underwear. The problem was the raging hard in his briefs. He bent over in an attempt to hide it but Kirsten scolded him.
"Stand up straight, James, while I take your pants down. These ladies paid to see you get it on the bare, so stand still."
As the pants came down, his turgid member popped straight out, prompting renewed giggles from the trio of patrons.
"Nice buns," remarked June, admiring the white round contours of James as yet unmarked ass.
"And a nice big boner," laughed Carrie.
"And just what do you think that is?" said Kirsten, indignant, but clearly amazed at the fleshy muscle that was now bobbing slowly up and down in front of her. "Why, James Hubbard. I don't believe this. You really are a naughty boy." Then her demeanor became stern. "You should have your bare hiney smacked. And good and hard too. You get right over my knee, pledge." Wasting no time, she pulled James over her knee until his body was positioned so that his nose was to the
floor and bare bottom was poised properly right over Kirsten's lap, pointed at the ceiling.
The girls watching had practically cracked up, it was so funny. Kirsten realized too, that there was something quite humorous about James' coming down with a woody at the prospect of getting his bare bottom spanked in front of a group of women. Well, she was going to give him a good one, then she'd see if that didn't melt down his unruly cock.
The problem for James was that the contact with Kirsten's thighs was keeping his prick hard as a rock. She was wearing a thin cotton skirt and he could feel his dick pressing against her soft thighs right through the material. Squirming around made it worse. Oh, God! he thought. Don't let me cum on her skirt.
He almost did come as Kirsten palmed his buttocks with her hand, rubbing in circles, testing the resiliency of the tender hind cheeks she was about to blister. "All I can say is, James, you deserve this, you naughty boy."
Smack! Crack! Whap! Smack! Kirsten smacked James' bottom hard with a barrage of spanks that landed on alternate cheeks at a rapid rate. To James it felt like the shock of being plunged into cold water, only it was hot. His backside tingled at first as he felt the repeated impact of her palm on his rear. Then his ass began to sting as Kirsten spanked relentlessly from side to side.
Smack! Smack! "Ow...ow...ow..." gasped James. This was starting to really burn. Kirsten could spank! He was really getting a hot one.
"Now that's what naughty boys deserve, don't you think?" asked Carrie. "Wasn't this a good idea?" Her friends argreed wholeheartedly. It was a delightfully entertaining spectacle to see James with his little shorts and underpants at his knees, held over the knee of a woman only a few years older than he, getting his nude fanny warmed. And Kirsten was doing a superb job of warming it. The first red handprints on James cute cheeks had merged into a red mass of blotches. He
squirmed uncontrollably as Kirsten smacked his bottom with gusto, putting smack after smack across the fleshy summits. He squirmed. He couldn't help it, his legs started to scissor and he drummed his toes on the floor.
"Getting a little hot?" teased Kate.
"Spank him harder," urged Carrie, "he can take it. Punish him for waving that boner in your face." They all nearly collapsed in laughter at her comment.
Kirsten got into a good spanking rhythm, landing smacks on alternate cheeks about a second apart. She spanked hard, making each one count.Sometimes she smacked him across the dark crease between his hind cheeks right at the base between legs and ass. Those spanks seemed to produce a more pronounced wriggle. Then she varied it, smacking briskly and fast for six smacks or so, pausing and giving him six more. She could hear his hissing intake of breath. She marveled at the way his bottom quivered when her palm landed. It was getting quite red now.
"Hold still, James." He was squirming and bucking on her lap. She wrapped her arm around him, pulling him closer and resumed the juvenile chastisement.
"Stop struggling," she whispered in his ear. "These ladies paid to see you get a good bare bottom tanning and you're going to get one."
Smack! Crack! Whap! Crack! Kirsten's arm pistoned up and down splatting the quivering fanny.
"Oh...ow...yeow!" James yelped. He must look like quite a sight, bare bottomed over Kirsten's knee. He couldn't help it, he was wiggling and squirming as she spanked him like he was a 12 year old boy. It was even more humiliating with his pants down to his ankles. Ironically, with just his bare butt waving in the breeze he felt more bared than if he'd been naked.
"That's it," said Carrie clapping. "Spank that bare hiney. Go to it!" Her friends hooted and cheered at Kirsten's determined efforts. Her solid smacks continued to redden James' bottom quite thoroughly.
It was really stinging now, but the more James flopped around on her knee the more aroused he became. Twin sensations of pain and desire were driving him now, and neither had gained the upper hand. The delicious sensations of pain and pleasure were poised in balance as James endured smack after stinging smack from Kirsten's capable palm.
She decided to give him about 10 more really good ones, so she paused. "I'm going to give you 10 more James, really hot ones. Are you ready?"
James was wriggling, breathlessly almost, but he managed to croak out a "Yes".
Kirsten patted his bottom and delivered 10 slow blistering spanks as hard as she could. It was all James could do not to howl as each one landed, but his whole body clenched and his head flew up. As tender as his buns were, those last hard smacks each felt like a fiery brand on his ass.
"Woo Hoo, way to go, sister!" There was laughter and high fives all around as the watching girls enjoyed the blazing climax of James spanking.
"Well," said Kirsten, helping an almost sobbing James to his feet, "That's it, girls. Thank you for your contribution. I'll get James put back together here. Thanks again."
The lively trio exited the room babbling in animated voices. When they had left, Kirsten closed the door again.
"They can wait a few more minutes. Come here James, sit on my lap."
James started to pull his pants up, but Kirsten told him to leave them down. Kirsten sat back down and motioned for James to sit on her knee.
"That's it, James, just sit down here." He winced as his hot buttocks made contact with her lap. As James meekly complied she said, "You were my very brave boy. I had to spank you pretty hard, I know, but for all that money they were entitled to a good show." As she spoke softly, James felt his erection returning. To his utter shock, Kirsten fondled his stiffening member with her fingers.
"I noticed this too," she said stroking the turgid cock. "You were a good boy--a good bad boy, I should say, So you get a reward. Besides it turned me on to give your naughty fanny a good smackbottom. I just loved the sight of your cute buns all bare and turning red over my knee--I think you liked it too," she continued coyly.
James nodded and groaned in ecstasy as Kirsten stroked his penis with her soft hand, moving faster now. He couldn't control himself. Pleasure was washing over him in waves as Kirsten stroked faster. He bucked up and down in her lap, flopping like a fish on a dock. Then from deep inside came the explosion that had been building during the spanking and he spurted gobs of creamy white jism that shot straight up into a tissue that Kirsten had produced from a pocket.
"There now, there's my good boy," cooed Kirsten, who continued the milking as James shuddered in waves of climax.
Being returned home, I encountered Greeting, the flageolet-master, come, and teaching my wife: and I do think my wife will take pleasure in it, and it will be easy for her, and pleasant.What was a flageolet-master? I envisioned a black robed flagellation expert giving his wife a flogging lesson. Then I looked up the term, and what Google surprised me with was the flageolet bean (see image above). Was the flageolet-master a cook? I searched further and discovered that the flageolet was a small, easy to play flute, now no longer in existence. Mystery solved. Except...
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