He rubbed the shoehorn up and down her pussy – and then with a quick flick gave her a hard spank with it right on her pussy. Tara squealed and leapt clutching herself in front and guarding this very private part from his view. An exquisite pain shot through her.

He admonished her for covering up her pussy, told her to take her hands away and he gave it two more spanks as a punishment. What a delicious punishment thought Tara – she nearly came then and there.

He went and sat on the bed and beckoned her over. He placed her over his knee. She could feel his penis hard and erect under her and the thought gave her a thrill. He started to spank her with his hand – methodically alternating between sides and covering her whole bottom. It was painful, but not excessively so. She could almost feel her bottom beginning to glow. He paused and began to stroke her bottom. She moved her legs apart and he obligingly continued to stroke her down between her legs where she could feel she was really wet. She moaned wanting him to carry on, but he stopped.

‘Now – that was just a light warm up’ he said. ‘The proper spanking’s about to start and this one is going to hurt’. I’m going to give it to you 10 strokes at a time and I warn you that the target is 100 in all , but I’ll make a judgement about how many you’re going to take depending on your reactions’

So saying he reached across and took the hairbrush in his right hand and started to spank her – hard. The first blow with the hairbrush really hurt, the second even more. Tara began to worry that she’d take 10, let alone 100. She started to squirm. The spanks kept coming, each one hurting more than the last. She could feel tears beginning to well up in her eyes, but she wasn’t going to let him stop now.

Suddenly he stopped. She felt his soothing hand caressing her bottom again. Again she moved her legs wider apart willing his fingers find her welcoming target. He duly did and she shuddered and groaned as his fingers played with her clitoris. Her first orgasm came fast and hard. He didn’t stop and she stayed on an orgasmic high shuddering and bucking around.

‘First pain – and then pleasure’ he said as he continued to massage her gently. Gradually he pulled his hand away and she could sense him picking up the hairbrush again.

She wasn’t quite ready for the first blow of the second session and nearly jumped off his knee with the pain. He pulled her back on. ‘Do that again and I’ll spank you even harder’ he said

He continued to spank her. Her bottom was on fire -all over. He gave her four successive spanks on her upper thighs, two on each side. She started to cry. And then the ten was over again. His hand started its stroking again – - this time it moved down between her legs much more quickly. She moved rapidly to another intense orgasm – one of the most intense she had ever experienced. She wanted to take his hard erect cock out and put it in her mouth and give him some of this pleasure back. She started to fumble with his zip with her left hand.

‘Later’ he said as he continued to massage her until she came again. God, this is like childbirth she thought – intense pain and when its over you forget the painful part and revel in what you have achieved. THWACK. The hairbrush descended on her bottom again. She remembered the pain again very quickly. By the end of the next ten she was sobbing copiously and her bottom was so sore she didn’t see how she could possibly take any more. She waited for his hands to start exploring again – but he told her to stand up. She did. Her cheeks were streaked with tears.

‘Time for a short break’ he said. ‘Go and look in a mirror. She did. Her whole bottom was glowing crimson and there were already some purple bruise marks beginning to show.

‘Now – do you want me to go the whole hundred’ he said. Part of her wanted him too – but her body was weak. She shook her head. ‘No I don’t think so thank you sir’ she said. She only just remembered to add the ‘sir’ on to the end of the sentence. Her bottom was too sore for even one more stroke at that moment.

‘Right – you’re going to get the next ten on the pussy’ he said picking up the shoehorn again. ‘Lie on your back on the bed with your legs wide apart’

She wasn’t sure about this, but did as she was told – anything had to be better than getting any more on her bruised bottom at that moment. He stood alongside her. She could see his erection pressing against the front of his trousers. He didn’t spank her hard with the shoehorn, but each stroke sent a spasm of delicious pain shooting through her whole body. She’d never had a sensation like it. At the end of the ten she wasn’t sure she wanted him to stop, but he did.

‘Stay there’ he said. He went to the ice bucket and took out a couple of ice cubes which he applied to her pussy. She almost leapt in the air. Then he bent down and gave it a gentle kiss. She could feel his tongue. Everything seemed so sensitive there after its spanking. He stood up again and massaged her pussy with his fingers. She went into orgasm immediately and miraculously stayed there coming and coming.

She reached up and drew him down towards her, her hands scrabbling at his zip. He let her pull it down and he undid his own belt and lowered his trousers and briefs. His cock sprang into view sticking out straight. Not too large, not too small just lovely she thought as she raised her head up and took it into her mouth massaging his balls as she moved her mouth up and down its length. He started to groan and then pushed her away.

He went down on her, his mouth closing over her still ultra sensitive pussy and his tongue working its magic on her clitoris until she came and came again. ‘Oh God’ she thought’ I don’t think I’ve come this often in the past year’ as she came yet again. He stopped and kissed her on the lips. She could taste her own pussy on his lips but she didn’t care. She had never had such an intense sexual experience in her life. He started to unbutton her blouse and remove her remaining clothes. She could feel her nipples were hard and erect. He started to play with them with his fingers – gently and then harder and then gently again. Pleasure shot through her once more. He brought his mouth down and kissed her left breast as he worked her right nipple with his fingers. He traced his fingers down her stomach and back between her legs, continuing to kiss he breasts. She could feel herself coming again.

He lay down beside her, his erect penis pressing into her side. She wanted it inside her, but he wouldn’t let her do that yet. ‘I’m sorry’ he said. But there’s still quite a lot of spanking to be given yet. I may not hold you to 100, but my absolute minimum is 60 which means you’ve got at least another 20 to go. However I’ll make it ten if you take the cane.

Tara thought that ten with the cane as opposed to 20 with the hairbrush sounded a pretty fair deal.

‘OK’ he said as she told him her decision. ‘There are rules that go with the cane. You bend down and grasp your ankles and you hold that position for the whole caning. If you let go you get extra strokes to make up.’

Tara did as she was told. She bent down and clutched her ankles. The cane can’t be any worse than the hairbrush she thought. Not worse, but different! She saw through her legs that he’d walked round behind her, the length of bamboo in his hand. She couldn’t quite see what he was doing with it, although she did feel the cane touching her bottom – presumably measuring the first stroke. She sensed him draw his arm back and then heard the cane swish through the air. It landed right across the middle of her bottom and to her it felt like someone had just touched her with a red hot poker. It was as much as she could do to hold on to her ankles. Unlike the hairbrush, the cane seemd to localise the pain. She could almost sense a weal developing along the line of the first stroke. SWISH she heard the next stroke coming and she flinched and clenched her buttocks hoping somehow that that would make it hurt less. It didn’t. She felt another line of fire, this time just at the really sensitive bit at the top of her thighs. She suddenly realised she wasn’t going to be able to wear those cutaway denim shorts for a few days. People would ask questions and there was no way she could answer. SWISH another stroke. She shuddered and started crying again. She didn’t know if she could take this, but the thought that he might make her take extra if she tried to stop him made her stay there and take it. After all she thought, I’m only here because I wanted to be spanked and its my fault if I’m finding it actually hurts. I wanted it to hurt. SWISH, SWISH two strokes in quick succession. She could feel her tears dripping onto the floor.

‘Half way’ he said. ‘No on second thoughts you’ve almost had enough. The typical English punishment is six of the best, so I’ll just give you one more – but this one is really going to hurt’

SWWWISSSH. The cane cut into her upper thigh again and this time she yelled ‘SHHIITT’ It must have been in exactly the same place as the second stroke. She was crying bitterly. He walked across to her and straightened her up and cuddled her gently.

‘Well done’ he said. It was pretty good to take all that. You should be proud.’

Her bottom was throbbing. He caressed her breasts flattened against his chest. He gave her a kiss.

‘I’m going to get some ice and some lotion’ he said, walking across to the dressing table. She turned and looked at her bottom in the mirror A red and purple patched bottom with four bright red weals across it and one double width weal at the top of her thighs. She was still crying, but somehow it felt good to have gone through with it despite the pain.

She lay down on the bed as he rubbed ice and then lotion into her flaming bottom. She moved her legs really wide apart and sure enough his fingers found their way to her clitoris. He massaged it gently until she had another really intense orgasm.

He lay down beside her and turned her towards him and began kissing her breasts again. She felt for his penis and realised he’d put a condom on. She drew him to her and let him enter her gently. She came really quickly again. He continued to move inside her building her up to yet another orgasm. How many have I had she thought – she’d lost count at ten and that seemed a day away. She smiled to herself at the thought. She looked at him and saw that he was grimacing as though he was in agony and she realise he was coming too this time – a just reward she thought as another explosive orgasm wracked her body and she could feel him juddering with pleasure as he came as well.

They kissed and cuddled for several more minutes as his erection went down. She took his condom off and marvelled at the male anatomy – and how rapidly it could go from being hard and erect to soft and smaller. She massaged him as he smiled. He kissed her and pulled her over to one side, pulled back the bedcovers and they rolled into the bed, her bottom warm and glowing and still really painful in places. They went to sleep in one another’s arms. She wondered if he was going to spank her again when they woke up. If this was what all spankings were like, she thought, I’m probably not going to be able to sit down painlessly ever again!

Weekend in New York

March 28, 2010

To start the blog off here’s one of my favourite spanking stories. This one is based on a true event when I was travelling on business and staying in the Marriott Marquis hotel in Times Square. It was written as a scenario, but the actual events followed it pretty well. The lady involved had come in from Vermont to meet me. Obviously I am putting thoughts into her mind in the story, but she was happy with the story so I guess it was fairly accurate as to what transpired. Enjoy:

A Weekend in New York

Sally could feel the butterflies churning in her stomach as he held the hotel room door open for her. This wasn’t reality. It wasn’t happening to her – she was watching from some disjointed plane. Here she was – sensible Sally – at the age of 40 going into a hotel room with a virtual stranger who she’d onlycorresponded with by e-mail and met in the flesh three quarters of an hour ago downstairs in the hotel bar. Sure he seemed nice enough, but to virtually commit oneself to what was certain to comprise some quite severe pain and heaven knows what else on the strength of a long time fantasy and a few e-mails. Surely this wasn’t really her.

He seemed to sense her worries. “Are you OK?” he said solicitously. Sally forced a smile and nodded her head. She’d come this far and she wasn’t going to back out now. She’d had a fantasy about being spanked for years and this was her opportunity to experience it. She convinced herself that Charles was OK really. Really.

The hotel room was well equipped and spacious. Orangey brown decor and the window looked out over the city. There was a large king-sized bed, a sofa and an armchair, a work desk and an upright wooden chair There was what seemed to be a large armoire which housed the television and a minibar/refrigerator. There were prints on the walls. Not bad for central New York she thought and somehow the good vibes from the room calmed her fears a little. She saw his computer on the desk – the means by which they had been in contact for the past six months off and on. This was the first opportunity they’d had to meet.

“From now on there’s no turning back” he said smiling. She nodded again.

He stood in front of her. She knew the scenario that he’d outlined to her was starting. She steeled herself.

“Well Sally, do you consider yourself a nice girl?” he said. The question

surprised her a little. “Yes, I suppose so” she replied tentatively. “Suppose so who?” he said sharply. She didn’t know what he meant, then all of a sudden realised. “I suppose so, Sir” she said. “That’s better. Remember to address me properly” he said.

“Yes Sir, sorry Sir” she responded automatically.

He looked her up and down. “If you were a nice girl you wouldn’t be in a hotel room with a strange man would you?” he said.

“No, Sir, probably not” she replied

“Do you know what happens to women who go into hotel rooms with strange men and lie about being nice?”

“They get their bottoms spanked Sir?” she replied tentatively.