He raised his hand high above his head and then brought it down swiftly. The slap of flesh on flesh filled the room, a sharp sound that brought a wail of horror to her pretty lips. He waited a moment, giving me time to admire the red imprint of his hand against her right bottom cheek, before marking her again. His hand made a graceful curve, then slapped down hard against her buttock. Again and again, such hard strokes of the hand I’d never seen. She struggled and wriggled, but to no avail, he was intent on punishing his pretty wife completely.
Her struggles succeeded only in arousing me further, each twist of her waist, each curve of her bottom only revealed more of her flesh. The panties were pulling tighter between her rear cheeks, exposing more of her reddening punishment. I noted the way her cries of horror had softened, and that she seemed to be moving into each stroke. Yes, I was certain of that. I watched her lift her posterior towards the stroke, offering her pert backside for her husband to spank.
‘I see what you mean about having to warm her up,’ I ventured to say at last. I was smiling, not even attempting to hide my pleasure. Her backside was tanned an even pink glow, contrasting to the darkness of her stockings and the whiteness of her upper thighs. She looked delicious, and with her punished bottom displayed so prominently I could hardly control my own feelings.
‘She does need a firm hand, sometimes,’ Alan admitted, slowly rubbing his palm across the reddest part of her bottom. He was savouring every second, and she in turn was reacting to it fully, her breath sharp, her eyes half closed with pain and pleasure.
‘I can see that,’ I agreed.
‘But we’re not finished yet, are we my dear?’ Alan continued, a cruel, taunting twist to his voice.
‘Please… Don’t…’ she whimpered, covering her face with her hands.
‘You’ve been very bad these last few days, a few slaps on the backside aren’t enough to pay for that,’ he said, then added, ‘even if it does hurt.’
He pushed her off his lap very roughly, and she fell heavily to the floor, her finger-marked backside making contact with the coldness of the floor. She winced, looked at me with nothing but shame in her eyes, and then turned back to her husband. Her lips were trembling and I feared tears. She bit her lip, trying to hold back everything she felt.
‘Get that off,’ he told her gruffly, pointing to the little black dress, which no longer looked as elegant as it had earlier.
‘But… but…’
‘Now!’ he ordered, in a voice that brooked no disagreement.
She stood up shakily, keeping her back to me, and pulled the dress off over her head. For a second no one said anything. She stood balanced on her stiletto heels, an image to enjoy. She had been topless under the dress, and from the rear I could see only the gentle curve of her breasts. Now she was clad only in stockings, panties and suspenders.
‘Get those off too,’ Alan decided, slapping her hard on the bottom and making her squeal.
This time there were no complaints, as if she had finally realised that resistance was pointless. She unclipped her suspender belt and pulled her panties down to her ankles. Now I could see the full roundness of her derriere, the firm globes of her shapely backside flushed pink from her spanking. She crossed her hands across her chest, covering herself while keeping her back to me.
‘Well?’ Alan asked, turning to me with a smile. He was justly proud of his wife’s body, I could see that in his eyes.
‘I’m just glad you’ve got her under control,’ I commented, unable to keep my eyes from her backside. ‘Only I wonder if she’s really been taught enough of a lesson tonight.’
For a moment he seemed thrown by my remark. I don’t know what he’d been expecting me to say, but it wasn’t that. ‘You don’t think she’s been spanked hard enough?’ he asked. I saw her swallow hard, gulping with anticipation.
‘A few slaps with the hand aren’t really enough,’ I explained. ‘It’s not exactly discipline, is it? I mean, you’ve tickled her, but that’s hardly what I call punishment.’
Alan nodded, intrigued by what I was saying. I saw her flick her eyes towards me and then look away, still too afraid to look me in the eyes. I was no longer worried; I liked the look of her and was staring openly, enjoying the sight of her reddened posterior, and of the way she was standing there between Alan and myself, vulnerable and exposed.
‘And what do you call a proper punishment?’ he asked inevitably. I liked the note of challenge in his voice; my remarks had irked him in a way he’d not counted on.
‘I’ll be back in a second,’ I told them both, and turned to leave the room.
‘Where are you going?’ she asked softly, hardly daring to speak.
‘Never you mind where he’s going,’ Alan scolded.
I was in the kitchen in an instant, knowing exactly what to look for and where. I’d been their guest many times before and knew their house as well as I did my own. In seconds I had what I wanted and marched straight back into the front room.
‘May I?’ I asked, pointing to the sofa.
Alan stood up to make way for me. Maddy was panicking, trying to cover her breasts and her sex with her hands, which only made Alan and myself smile.
‘Across your lap, or on the floor?’ Alan asked.
‘My lap, I think.’
She took one long beseeching look at Alan, but there was no mercy for her. I made way for her and she slipped over across my lap, the warmth of her body and the scent of her enveloping me immediately. My hardness pressed against her side, but I made no move to hide that. Her bottom was pink and soft, her buttocks slightly parted so I could glimpse the swell of her pussy lips.
I raised my hand and then brought it down hard. She squealed, her cry filling the room, a few decibels louder than anything Alan had elicited from her. I looked down and saw the fresh, red imprint of the wooden spoon across her right buttock. I touched it with my fingers, pressing hard against the redness, feeling the contours of the raised flesh. Alan peered across and nodded appreciatively.
Maddy seemed to be having hysterics, but I didn’t let that interfere at all. The spoon smashed down hard again and again, the sharp slaps of wood on her firm flesh a delightful sound to my ears. I patterned her body with red marks, each as sharp and well defined as the last, across her buttocks, at the top of her legs, between her thighs. She squirmed and struggled, and I was in torment as my hardness pressed her soft body.
She cried out once, louder and more intense, and I realised that the pain had become pleasure for her. Her sex was moist, and I saw the sinuous way she moved and offered herself to the strict punishment I was giving her.
‘Well?’ I asked, a note of triumph in my voice.
‘I see what you mean,’ Alan replied thoughtfully.
‘Stand in the corner,’ I told her dismissively. Meekly she did as she was told, easing herself off my lap and limping to the corner. She understood what I was after, and turned her back to us so we could admire her punished backside from a distance.
Alan passed me my drink, and we stood in silence contemplating his wife’s chastised body.
‘Do you use a strap?’ I asked, enjoying the warmth of the drink.
He nodded. ‘Occasionally, though I prefer to use my hand. I’ve thought about getting a cane sometimes, like those old fashioned ones you see in documentaries about Victorian times. What do you think?’
‘You have to be careful with a cane,’ I explained, ‘but if used properly they’re an excellent instrument of correction.’
He laughed. ‘You know,’ he said, ‘if I’d known you were such an expert I’d have called you in sooner.’
‘She’s slacking over there,’ I pointed out. Maddy was no longer standing as straight as she had been, and she was touching herself surreptitiously, tracing the marks on her backside with her fingers.
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�You’ll stay the night?’ Alan asked me quietly.
I gestured with my empty glass. ‘I can hardly drive after what we’ve had in the restaurant and this.’
‘Good, the spare room’s all made up for you. Now to put things right.’
I gave him the wooden spoon and watched him cross the room. Maddy was taken by surprise when he grabbed her by the arm and pulled her to the armchair.
‘Sometimes you just don’t learn,’ he snapped. He pushed her over the padded arm of the chair, pushing her legs apart with his foot. She was bent over, her beautiful breasts hanging free, the ripe nipples exposed completely. There was a dazed look in her eye, as though she had no idea what was going on.
‘How many?’ he asked.
‘Six, and make them count,’ I told him.
She cried out before the first stroke had even touched her. It snapped hard on her thigh, and then again, but higher up. He had taken my example to heart, and each stroke counted, each touch of the rough wooden spoon left it’s mark on her quivering body. She sobbed and moaned, and I couldn’t tell what was pain and what was pleasure for her.
She climaxed again, clawing at the armchair as her body spasmed from the intense sensation of being punished. When he released her I knew she had enjoyed an experience more intense than anything she had ever felt before. Not only had she been cruelly chastised by her husband, but her punishment had been witnessed by me, and I had punished her as well.
‘Now it’s time for you to get to bed,’ Alan told her, his voice a whisper of excitement.
Hesitantly, as if afraid that she’d collapse, Maddy pushed herself from the armchair. She turned and kissed Alan on the mouth, a hot, passionate kiss that had her melting. I saw his hands reach down to explore the smarting cheeks of her behind.
At last he released her and she turned to me. Her chest was patterned red too, as though her pleasure had exploded all over her. She walked towards me and I took her in my arms. We kissed, our mouths joining, her body pressed onto mine. I could not stop myself, my arms traced the curve of her back and found the firm roundness of her bottom, her flesh giving over a raw heat that was completely sexual.
‘Thank you,’ she whispered, her eyes ablaze with gratitude and excitement. ‘This has been the best birthday present I’ve ever had. I’m so happy, so very happy.’
‘It’s okay,’ I told her, ‘I’ll be here tomorrow morning too. If thing’s aren’t right I’m sure Alan won’t mind if I put you across my knee.’
She turned to him excitedly, and he nodded his assent. ‘It seems to me that I’ve got a lot to learn too,’ he admitted. ‘Anytime you think Maddy needs warming up, then be my guest.’
‘And this,’ I said quietly, ‘is the best birthday present I’ve ever had.’
Promotion
‘You’re not nervous, are you?’ Todd asked me as we pulled up to the massive wrought iron gates that guarded the entrance to the estate.
‘A bit,’ I lied, smiling because I could tell he was as nervous as I was. He’d been nervous about it all week, ever since he’d got the phone call from Jack Salter.
Todd smiled back, and was about to say something when the gates began to creak open. ‘Don’t worry,’ he said, looking away from me and towards the estate, ‘Jack’s a nice guy, I’m sure you two will get on.’
He steered the car carefully between the black gates and on to the gravel drive that curved ahead of us into a dense copse that almost obscured the view of the grand house in the distance. Of course I was nervous, why shouldn’t I be? Not only was Jack Salter extremely rich, powerful and well known, he was also Todd’s boss. Now, out of nowhere, the two of us had been summoned to his estate to meet him. It was routine, Jack liked to get to know all of his employees, but it still made us nervous. What if I said something stupid? What if I embarrassed Todd? What if… All week I’d been going over the possibilities and all week I’d been hoping that something would crop up and we’d have an excuse not to go.
Todd drove slowly, the tyres crunching up the gravel, until we were through the trees and in clear view of the house. I’d seen it once on TV, but now, in the glorious summer sunshine and under a clear blue sky, it looked like a palace. Which it had been, once, before Jack had taken it off some down-at-heel aristocrat and restored it to its full, majestic brilliance. The acres of land around went with the house, a vast expanse of rolling green, woods, and stretches of water glistening in the sun.
‘It’s like something from a film,’ I said, my voice almost a whisper despite the fact that we were alone and in the car.
‘They say this place put him back a few million,’ Todd said, a note of pride in his voice. That was the thing about Jack Salter, he seemed to inspire loyalty in everyone who came into contact with him. I knew Todd was the only one who felt a sense of admiration for a man who’d made millions from nothing and yet still came across as a normal sort of man rather than an accounting machine with a computer instead of a brain.
‘I wish we didn’t have to do this,’ I said quietly as Todd steered the car into a space near the entrance. Ours was the only car there, alone in the shadow of the great mansion, which only added to my nervousness.
‘Don’t worry,’ Todd insisted, trying to inject a relaxed note into his voice. He was tense, but I knew he couldn’t admit that to me.
‘What if I say the wrong thing?’ I asked.
Todd took my hands in his and looked at me. ‘Don’t worry,’ he repeated, ‘he doesn’t bite. Look, forget everything you’ve heard about him, treat him as though he’s just some other bloke.’
I shook my head. ‘But he’s not, is he? I mean, he’s your boss for a start. Our whole future depends on him, doesn’t it? I mean, if he likes you then you’ll do well, and if he takes a dislike to you then…’
Todd cut me off right there. ‘Don’t think about it like that,’ he insisted. ‘Just relax, okay?’
I nodded, though there was no way I could relax. ‘I’ll do my best,’ I promised, feeling once more out of my depth. God, here I was only just gone eighteen, and I was going in to meet one of the most powerful men in the country. What could I possibly have to say to him? I knew I was going to come across as some tongue-tied silly girl…
Todd was out of the car first, and he came round and opened my door. I stepped out and felt the cool breeze touch my thighs. I was wearing a summer dress, short, loose, cotton, and way too simple for the occasion. It was Todd’s idea, and now I wished I’d dressed up a bit more.
‘You look fine,’ Todd remarked, as though reading my mind.
He took my hand and we began to walk towards the house. In the distance I could see a group of men working in the fields, putting up fences, and beyond them a lake sparkling with jewels of light. It was so peaceful, a perfect summer’s day, the sort that only the very rich can afford.
There was someone at the door to greet us, a ready smile to hand. She was tall, elegant and tanned, with long blonde hair and deep blue eyes. Todd had obviously met her before, they shook hands and said hello and then she turned to me.
‘You must be Elaine,’ she said simply, speaking with the effortless diction that only those born to wealth can acquire.
‘Hello,’ I replied, nervously returning her smile. She seemed friendly enough and I longed to know who she was. Jack wasn’t married, we all knew that, but was this woman his girlfriend? Whoever she was she was dressed immaculately in long wrap-around skirt and a simple silk blouse. Simple but expensive, that was obvious.
‘I’m Amanda,’ she said, ‘I work here at the house. Come on, Jack’s out by the pool.’
We entered the house and followed her through a hall that could easily take our flat and still leave room for a party. The walls were lined with ancient portraits, coats of arms and the like. A wide oak staircase curved upwards to our right and left, heading up to a first floor landin
g that looked down over the hall. There were doors to left and right, and corridors leading off all over the place. I felt dwarfed by it all.
‘This place is amazing,’ Todd remarked, probably impressed by the vast scale of things. He always seemed to take pride in Jack Salter’s success; there was never any hint of envy in his voice.
Amanda laughed softly. ‘I don’t know,’ she said, looking over at us and smiling broadly, ‘I sometimes feel like I need a road-map to find my way around.’
I smiled because she had put into words exactly what I was feeling. ‘It’s like visiting a stately home,’ I said.
She laughed again. ‘I know,’ she agreed, ‘but at least there are no crowds here.’
Although outside it was hot and sticky, inside the air was cool and still, as though the house was untouched by what went on around it. We walked in silence until we came to a door which lead out to the back. Amanda opened it and the bright light spilled inwards, offering us a view of the back of the house and the rest of the estate. The light dancing on the pool was dazzling, a shimmering gold vision that drew the attention instantly.
‘Go on through,’ Amanda told us, perhaps sensing our nerves.
I followed Todd, stepping on to the paved path that cleaved a pure green lawn in two and which led directly to the pool-side. Jack was there, on his feet and waiting for us. He looked relaxed in pale cotton trousers, a short-sleeved shirt and deck shoes, the only sign of ostentation the gold ring that flashed in the light as he held his drink.
He walked over to meet us, flashing a smile that seemed like the real thing rather than a mask of politeness. He shook Todd’s hand vigorously and then turned to me, fixing me with his grey-green eyes. My stomach did a somersault as I shook his hand and mumbled a hello to his greeting. I’d seen him on TV and in the newspapers, but in the flesh he was different. His dark brown hair was streaked with silver, his face slightly lined, and the expression in his eyes both intense and detached. I was blushing, I realised, and that made my face burn even more.
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