A quiet night in

“Why don’t we have a quiet evening in?” I suggested and he was happy with that as we weren’t always able to spend that much time together.

I put on a simple short dress and lit lots of candles and we ate a little and drank rather more,

And, being us, before we knew it we were kissing, his hand on my breast and his breath heavy on my neck. Where this was going was all too clear but neither of us were in a hurry.

“Why don’t you tell me one of your stories.” He asked and I was happy to do so as we both enjoyed them and never knew where they might take us.

“What about …..?” But I knew what he wanted anyway. ”Maybe some of the things that happened to me at school?” And as I said it I was gently stroking his cock and suddenly it was hard for him to speak so I just went on.

“At school I was a very naughty girl.” I said and his cock gave a jerk in my hand and I knew that this was just what he wanted to hear. “I wore very short skirts with tiny white panties and although I pretended not to notice I loved it when the boys and teachers used to try and look up my skirt.

“It meant that I was both very popular and very unpopular at the same time, and for the smallest excuse the teachers had me bent over the desk in front of the class for a spanking. I think it was because they wanted to do other things to me but couldn’t”

“I wish I had been one of your teachers!” He managed to mutter and I slowed down my stroking so as not to bring him off too quickly.

“One of the women teachers, Miss Robson, always took me to her private room when she spanked me. She’d make me take my knickers right off, and the whole time she was spanking me I had to tell her just how much I deserved it. She never gave me my knickers back afterwards and I often think she must have a big collection of them somewhere.”

He was whimpering now, so I guessed I was telling him what he wanted to hear, so I carried on. And anyway, I was getting myself excited now so I didn’t want to miss out on the rest of it.

“But it wasn’t just the teachers. One of the prefects was always looking for an excuse to spank me. I think is was because she secretly fancied me, but that didn’t mean it hurt any the less. Can you imagine it, me in my school uniform across another girl’s knee with my skirt up being spanked and spanked till I was squealing for mercy?”

And clearly he could as he went into a little spasm in my hand but I managed to keep him from going off completely.

“Do you want to hear some more?” I asked, and he gave a little moan which I knew meant he did.

“Not all the prefects hated me though, and there was one who was really nice. She was in charge of me during a detention and although she bent me over a desk and spanked me with a hairbrush she did it in a very loving way so it felt really nice.

“When she finished she said she hoped I was OK and then she kissed me. It was really nice being kissed by a girl so I kissed her back.

“I told her that when Miss Robson spanked me she took my knickers off, and then we paused our kissing and were looking at each other the way people do when something really exciting is going to happen, and after a second she said that maybe she should take my knickers off but that it would only be fair if I took hers off as well, so that’s what I did.

“It didn’t take long before she’d got my knickers off and then we kissed some more and eventually we ended up completely naked and it was all getting really sweet when in walked the headmaster and caught us!

“You are such a bad girl” My boyfriend said, twisting round and kissing me and I was so excited myself now that I nearly forgot to go on with my story but he wanted me to hear some more and so I did.

“So there we were,” I went on “Stark naked and guilty as sin . So what do you think happened?”

“Tell me!” He muttered, his cock jerking in my hand. “Please tell me!”

“The next morning,” I said, ” The two of us were marched into the headmaster’s study . He bent us over his desk side by side and told us what wicked little strumpets we were and just how thoroughly we were going to be punished. Then he pulled both our knickers down and caned use, first one then the other and back again. It was so painful I didn’t know how I was going to bear it, but just when I thought I couldn’t cope a second longer, you’ll never guess what he did next………”

But I never did get to tell him as there is a limit to how far two over excited people can hold back and nature took over.

I’m really looking forward to tomorrow night. He’s going to show l me how he would have punished me if he had been in charge!
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A Night in Florence

I saw her for the first time at the Piazza Della Signoria, just by the statue of David that we were both staring at with rapt admiration .

For a moment I felt the heat of her eyes, and had no choice but to flicker mine away from David's stony perfection to meet their gaze, then, both of us embarrassed at what we must have recognised in the other's look, pulled them away to go back to looking at his wonderful member, almost as if to say that we were neither of us that sort of girl.

Back in my hotel I could not stop thinking of her, her heavy eye lids and olive tinged skin knowing that I would never be likely to see her ever again, and that maybe that would be for the best.

But I did. In an evening alleyway as the light faded and I was wondering what I could do with myself that could possibly live up to the beauty of this Florentine evening, there she was!

"You will drink with me? " She asked, her English heavy with overtones of fashion houses and magnificent fast cars with foreign names.

And so we did, sharing wine and shameful secrets as we quietly tangled ourselves together in a cats cradle of intimacies and erotic confessions, so when the moment came to leave, where else were we to go but to my hotel.

We were kissing almost before we knew it , but what else were we here to do, nervous at first, and I wondered maybe this was her first time as well as mine though I did not ask,

and when I found myself impaled against the wall, my body and hers locked together with mutual need, it was as if I had been making Sapphic love with such girls as her all of my life.

Her nakedness was a strange and beautiful thing to me, and it seemed that mine was to her as well, and as we kissed and explored and delved into other I knew that for this night at least, this was precisely what I desired and wanted, and that everything else was for naught.

But as we writhed and fondled, I could not forget a fundamental truth. At home I had a man, a man in his own way as beautiful as her, and that when I was back there with him again I would not demean him and everything that he and I shared by hiding the events of this night from him.

I would tell him what I had done in exact detail and then submit to his burning redress knowing that as he scourged my flesh it would bring alive the memory of this night, punishment and pain and this wicked pleasure all blended together into one glorious whole.

And I would tell him exactly what this woman was like so that he desired her in the way that I did and he would engorge with need for her,

and so for a while at least, each time he fucked me he would be fucking her too, and that way I would be able to have her in my bed again and again, prolonging the memory of that night.

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Oh dear, from that confused look on your face , you clearly have lots to learn young lady.

It can’t have escaped your notice that from the moment your young breasts appeared that all the boys couldn’t stop staring at them, and later on when you were ready for such things you were happy to allow the more cute and fanciable of them to feel and fondle and kiss them; be honest it was a two way traffic and it felt nice for you as well and encouraged you to let things move on into even more pleasurable territory. So taking that a step further, hardly surprising that one day one of them wants to cut out the middle man of his hands and investigate your pretty breasts with the very part of him that swells with pleasure each time he thinks about them .

Yes that can lead to unexpected results like this, but take it as a compliment. It’s when things like this no longer happen that you have to start worrying!
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Room Service

If you are feeling a bit cheeky and ring for room service once to often,

The service you get might not be quite what you had in mind,

But the chances are that it will all end up be fine in the end!

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What's the punishment....?

Look, you’re a man of the world. What is the punishment for a girl who spends all her money on enticing lingerie,

Runs of to Paris where she idles away her time wandering the streets

Then checks into expensive hotels where she waits in the bedroom for rich men to visit her.

And when they do, she does whatever they might ask of her to satisfy their perverted sexual needs

After which, instead of giving her their phone number, they go off leaving her nothing but diamonds and money?

It’s what? She has to be blindfolded,

Stripped and shackled,

Repeatedly spanked,

Preferably naked,

And then thoroughly ravished?

Gosh! All that!

I'm definitely going to do it then!

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It’s strange! Sometimes he threatens you with a spanking, you accept that you deserve a spanking, you dress up all ready to be given a spanking, he drags off your knickers for the sole purpose of giving you a spanking, and then it’s not a spanking but something else entirely he ends up giving you!

Men! Honestly!
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Spanking Miss Jones

“Miss Jones.”

“Yes, Sir?”

“Miss Jones, it goes without saying that you are an exemplary secretary, possibly the best I have had....”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“But nevertheless, I did have cause to spank you last week. I’m sure you remember.”

“Oh, yes, Sir! I’ve thought about it a number of times, particularly on warm nights just before going down to sleep.”

“Hmm! Well leaving that to one side, the way you dress for the office is tending to cause some distraction amongst the male staff.”

“But, Sir, I only wear the most correct clothing possible. Tailored suits, sheer stockings, high heels…… “

“But that very correctness can be provocative in it’s own right, particularly if the girl in question is exceptionally pretty and with a body like yours.”

“But….what is my body like then, Sir, and why are you kissing me?”

“Oh yes! I am kissing you aren’t I? I didn’t realise. Anyway, the other day when you were bending over the filing cabinet……”

“Oh dear! My skirt was rather short that day wasn’t it!”

“It was…..Well let’s just leave it that I’ve decided to give you a further spanking to get my point across about the way you present yourself.”

“Oh Good! I mean, of course, Sir. I’m sure it’s exactly what I need. I’m sure a thorough spanking with my knickers down will really teach me a lesson.”

“Miss Jones, I said nothing about taking your knickers down.”

“But you are going to take them down, aren’t you, Sir.”

“As it happens I am going to take them down…..Why are you kissing me, Miss Jones?”

“Sorry, Sir. I hadn’t realised!”

“Mmmmm……..you are just so kissable!”

“So are you, Sir!”

“Even so…….where were we?”

“You were about to give me a good spanking, Sir.”

“So was. OK. Now let’s get you in position….that’s it over my knee… Are you comfortable.”

“Very comfortable, Sir.”

“Fine, now I’ll just slip your knickers down…..My goodness, you have the most beautiful bottom, Miss Jones.”

“Thank you, Sir. Oh, Sir, it feels so nice when you stroke me like that…..!”

“ Even so, are you ready to be spanked?

“Oh yes, Sir! Owww! Ahhh! Oooooh!………..Sir……!!!”


“It’s nice being on your lap like this, Sir. “

“Well you did take that that spanking very well.”

“I’m sure a few more and I will have learned my lesson. Sir….?”


“It’s funny but when you spank me…..it makes me feel all warm and moist. You know……”

“I hope that being punished isn’t giving you some sort of pleasure, Miss Jones.”

“I wouldn’t say pleasure, Sir , but I am very moist down there. Look, give me your hand….If you feel….”

“Yes you are, aren’t you!”

“What about you, Sir? I mean doesn’t having me wriggling across your knee with my knickers down do something for you?”

“Not at all, Miss Jones! The very idea!”

“Well let me just check…..My goodness, Sir! You’re as hard as rock!”

“Nonsense, mean…..”

“Come on, I just want to get it out and have a look….”

“Miss Jones…..!”

“That’s got it! Wow, it’s really big and stiff. You really do like spanking me, don’t you!”

“Look, it’s nothing to do with…What are you doing?….. Miss Jones…! Miss Jones!!!!!!!!”

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