Just a quickie

Just a speedy blog post about Just a Quickie.

We were both at home yesterday afternoon and the weather was hot. We had a snack lunch in the garden and I suggested that  we went up to the bedroom after I had done the washing up. My wife said, no, she had things to do. I looked disappointed  but accepted her rebuttal.

When I was stood at the sink clearing up she appeared back in the kitchen and said she had changed her mind. Turning around to face her she was totally nude and holding the carpet beater from the hook in the cupboard under the stairs.

She handed me the beater and then bent over in the kitchen.

"You can give me six of the best and then we go upstairs."

I did not look a gift horse in the mouth and gave her six gentle taps. She said I was being a wimp which was unlike her. I gave her six harder swats and she said that was enough and it was my turn.



I asked if we should go upstairs so I could wash. She agreed but told me to be quick. Following her cute naked body, with a slightly pink bottom, up the stairs I went to shower in the bathroom. Back in the bedroom I found her holding the carpet beater. I bent over the bed and she swatted me hard about twenty times. The beater is too broad to hurt much so I found it difficult to give the impression I was in any pain.

My wife went off and came back with the bath-brush. With this implement swinging freely, like an underhand tennis stroke,  the beating she gave me was a scorcher.

When she was done with the spanking and I was "ouching"  she stood with one foot on the  bed and pointed between her legs.

I went down on my knees quickly and licked her enthusiastically.

Falling back on the bed she commented that I didn't seem very excited.




I said it was an age thing. I was keen to fuck in my head but the reality of a suitably hard prick was not showing through. I offered to make her come and I got behind her to offer a rimming and a clit lick..






When she was fully serviced we lay side by side on the bed enjoying the sun streaming through the window. It reminded me of days gone by when we were in our twenties and spent much longer in bed than we do now.

My wife tried to tease some life into my erection but it wasn't playing. I left her to doze whilst I got on with some work. She suggested that I take a magic pill later that evening and have some fun with my prick if I wanted. So we did and it worked.

Down boy

I arrived home last week on Wednesday afternoon,after two nights away on work projects. I set about the laundry which my wife had left near the machine. I put on the first load and hand washed my her delicate knickers  and then went upstairs.

 The long whippy cane on the bed was a a bit of a shock but the when I saw the credit card bill next to it, with the extra charge that month for non-payment on time I worked out what might be coming my way. The note on the bottom of the bill confirmed that my wife would be home  at 6.30 from her exercise class and i should be ready. 

I thought that my previous wooden spoon spanking had cancelled out this mistake of mine but it seems that the arrival of the statement had reminded her all over again.

I spent an hour or so doing chores and started a second load of washing, then I had a shower and put on some pants and placed myself in the corner. I was staring at the wall when my wife arrived back and came into the bedroom. She did not speak to me and the next shock was a stinging stroke of the cane across the backs of my legs.

She pulled me into the center of the room and I admired her trim figure in the tight gym clothes.

"Get into this position." 

My wife bent herself gracefully and adopted the "downward dog "yoga stance.

This was not so graceful when I tried and I ended up on all fours before pushing myself up into an awkward angle. I strained my arms and legs to stay in position and then the caning started. 





The problem with the whippy cane is that it feels great across my bottom but the last 6 inches or so can whip and curl over the flank of my bottom and this stings like crazy. 

I took about 12 strokes before it became downright painful on the side of my bottom.

"I think you're enjoying this too much."  

My wife was half-right but still, I didn't think I could hold the position for much longer. 

The cane began to land on the bare skin of my legs  below the line of my pants.This was tough but actually wasn't that sore and I started to get in the zone of submissive pain.

She moved up and down with her aim and the cane strokes on my ass were actually quite pleasant, provided that  I ignored the side swipes.

"Get on your knees again and roll on to your back."

I did as instructed.

She leaned over me and pulled off my pants. I helped by tilting my legs in the air. 


I had no erection at that point but as I watched her in the tight lycra leggings there was a stirring in my loins.

"Now lets try the Bridge. Put your arms by your side, arch your back and go up onto your shoulders."

I lifted my body as she had said.

"Keep going and reach for your ankles."

 This was not going to happen but I  managed to grab my lower calves as my waist lifted higher into the air.





" Is that the best you can do?"

"Yes m'am."

"Well spread your knees apart then. You're not in very good shape are you?"

"No ma'am"

I was totally exposed by now and my prick had started to wave around enjoying the  erotic feel of fresh air  in front her.

She stood over my head and zipped the cane aggressively by her side. With a fast stroke she hit the inside of my right thigh and then with barely a pause she caned my left leg. I nearly dropped back down but gripped my legs tighter and pushed up against the floor to make my naked torso more accessible. 

Seeing me seemingly invite her to whip me harder  she whizzed the cane across my prick ad I groaned with pleasure.

This was heaven for me . In a slow random pattern she caned my legs, then my balls and my prick and I cried out "Yes ma'am , sorry ma'am , cane me ma'am."

The lacing went on for quite a few minutes and I still could have had more. Staring up at her tight elastic covered crotch whilst the cane delivered the agony  was simply an ecstatic joy.

My wife  eventually put the rod down and I lowered my body to the  ground.

"Thank you ma'am. " I muttered as the residual pain of the strokes and the fantasy look of her tight ass of her flooded my body and my brain.

"That wasn't meant that much of a pleasure. I will have to think of something else. You enjoy these scenes too much. Get on with dinner whilst I have a shower and think of how to punish you."

I dressed quickly. She handed me her sweaty gym clothes and I rushed off to give them a hand-wash. She is a joy these days.

Of course we all know that ladies are much more supple and I would love to have my wife in this position awaiting the strap, but it is not going to happen in our household

Spanking thoughts

It has been one of those sort of spanko thought filled kind of couple of days.

 First off, we were invited to watch the big game of football on Sunday night, with a group of people that my wife knows vaguely but who I have never met. I was kind of reluctant to go and when I looked grumpy I was cautioned to get my act together and be good company. As it turned out I should have been keener to go.

The household where the gathering was held was mad keen on horses and everywhere I turned there were photographs of young horsewomen in jodhpurs, with whips in their hands, looking attractive with a steed at their side. 

The downstairs loo of the house was accessed through a cloakroom in which an assortment of whips hung on hooks. They were kept correctly in horizontal fashion. I took the liberty of swishing myself on the backside on the two occasions I visited the loo. Even my wife commented on the way home that the house contained a lot of whips, so I just said yes, in a hopeful sort of voice.

Then on Monday I made my way across country to a meeting and got to my hotel early in the afternoon, because the business was finished at 3 .

Once settled in the bar with a drink I admired a splendid filly in a black top and stripey leggings. Her bottom was gorgeous and I spent too long admiring it from over my laptop.

The vertical stripes got me thinking of how useful horizontally striped leggings would be when engaged in caning a young ladies bottom. The pattern would provide a splendid aiming strategy, one black, one white, one black, one white and so on, for each stroke.

The same could be useful for my wife when aiming the cane on my own bottom. I might look into buying a pair of these pants.

Not that I look like this any more 

Shortly after the girl in stripey leggings left the bar, in-walked a deliciously stern looking woman in a short dress. Thank goodness for summer. She provided me with a short fantasy for later that night when I was on my own and could envisage a business meeting where my shortcomings in contract negotiation are discovered and a punishment is meted out.

And then once in my bedroom and on the naughty blogs I have discovered that Amelia Rutherford might be posting again.

 She is a spanker's delight and whether receiving or giving I am her adoring fan. 

What chance meeting a spanko like her for real?

Big Bikini Pants

A Sunday Magazine (the one that Ronnie likes so much) had a review of bikinis and the prominent style was of big pants (high waist) bikini bottoms.

It is probably an age thing, but I do like this style of swimwear and I was excited when my wife bought a big pant bikini set for a recent holiday. She has a great figure and a lovely ass and this is one time when I can take long hard look at a bikini bottom without getting into trouble, because it belongs to her.

I suppose I like the style so much because it is reminiscent of those blue gym pants that girls of my generation still wore on the hockey pitch and which went on to feed my spanko addiction over the years with Janus.










That's not to say that I would ignore this swimwear 
but I would have to take it from behind my sunglasses on the beach.

The other nice thing about coming back from the beach, all hot and sticky, is to shower in cold water and then getting your bottom spanked for oogling the girls.

Don't care? I do now after that spoon

“What did you just say?”

“Nothing”

“Yes you did. You said something about not caring"

“Well maybe, anyway it isn’t important.” .

“I seem to remember that, Don’t care was Made to care, wasn’t he? That’s how Nanny taught him a lesson in life.”

“Oh come on, I only said it because you were hassling me.”

“Well in that case what I am about do will just be more hassle for you. Drop your trousers!”

I looked at her and saw she meant business. I got up from the table where we had been having our supper and slowly I undid my belt and let my trousers fall to the floor. I got a bit stiff inside my pants and adjusted myself

“Leave that alone and go to the island and then bend over with your arms flat on the top. “

Looking foolish no doubt, I shuffled into position with my trousers flapping around my ankles. I watched her move from the table to the worktop, nervous but excited at the same time, as she made her way across the room and then I heard, rather than saw, the wooden spoon being taken out of the utility jar with a rattle. I was curious as to which one it might be but I knew in my heart that she would select the large jam spoon. Sixteen inches long with a very round end.

“Take off your shoes and get rid of that tangle round your feet.”

Hopping from one foot to the other I slipped off my deck shoes and chinos and stretched out across the cool granite top. Because it was summer (or supposed to be at any rate) I was without socks, so I went up on to my barefoot toes, haunches stretched in the way she likes my bottom to be presented.

Slowly she ran the tip off the spoon across my tight cheeks and in between my legs. I shivered with anticipation. Then she raised her arm and struck.

“So now, whack, you are, whack, going to, whack, care aren’t you? whack”

“Yes. Ouch that hurts.”

“It will hurt a lot more before I’m finished so take it quietly and learn your lesson, just like the naughty boy you are. I am going to spank you very hard.”

I always get aroused when she uses words like naughty and spank hard. I just can’t help it and my prick popped its head above the elastic of the pants.

“Uugh. More naughtiness. Nanny will just have to punish you for that as well.”

“I didn't mean for it to happen.I am sorry. “ I tried to push the offending item back in its pouch but it wouldn't budge."

“You will be.”

The spoon stung the tops of my kegs and my wife laid it on with a flurry of spanks that got right to the heart of the matter and the pain penetrated  to the center of my bottom cheeks. The pants gave no protection whatsoever and any way she never removes them in the kitchen for hygiene reasons.

After maybe thirty sharp spanks I begged her to stop, and repeated that I was sorry.

“Don’t be ridiculous I am not stopping till I’m good and ready.”

She spanked me lower down my bare legs in a steady pattern, one two one tow on each leg. Then the spanks moved up and up and onto the side of each cheek.

I’m sorry Nanny, I’m sorry.” I yelped and wriggled. ”I really do care that I forgot to pay the credit card bill and I really do care that we will have to pay extra interest.

I don't know where all the nanny business came from - it just seemed appropriate since she had started off using it.

“Good ,” she said, dropping the spoon onto the table top. “Now stand up  and get on with the washing up.Stay just like you are and when you’re finished I will take you over her knee with the hairbrush.”

My wife stomped out if the room to watch the end of the tennis on TV and I coveted the feeling in my roasted butt. It was sore but I had deserved my spanking and I felt a rosy glow of a submissive. My head was clear after days of fuzziness and I still had a dose of hairbrush to come. You can learn a lot from a good Nanny.

Happy 4th of July

Happy Holidays











Hope you get to see some Stars with a sexy paddling 

before you give him his Stripes

and make him plead the 5th.

Tennis dreams and a tale of a tennis resort

The matches  are being played out at England's famous tennis competition and the all England Club Committee has delighted the nation's spankos by decreeing that white dress means white and that applies to knickers as well as dresses.

So even this simple pair of panties would be disallowed on court and the competitor would be sent back to the changing room.









The armchair TV viewer can now settle down to enjoyable acres of white knicker as the serve and volleys rattle around the green lawns.

As the matches get more difficult it can get hotter in the 
summer sun and the players may need to cool off. 

This outfit would follow the dress code but will  only be seen in fantasies.

On other less rule bound courts around the country, young women 

might be tempted to try the game and there, of course,

 they can wear their new outfit in any colour.

I have a tennis spanklet in mind which I will write up soon, but for a change may I introduce a tennis story by Case Wintermute ,that has provided me with much entertainment and quite a few kand relief jobs over the years.

The  Resort 

The hotel resort was set in the redwood trees and meadows, with a view of the ocean. The rooms where large and set in small groups in buildings scattered around the grounds.

Like most resorts of this kind, there was a pool and tennis courts, and you could get a seaweed facial or a Shiatsu message. But this resort offered services of a more private nature as well. At the customers request, after the whole body massage, a spanking would be administered, leaving a glow on the bottom to compement the fire in the muscles. The resort had what they referred to as a "full disciplinary staff". Guests might hear the sound of a paddle being applied to the bare bottom of an exhibitionists, taking a spanking over a spanking horse in the garden, only partly shielded by a hedge. For those with more private tastes, an appointment could be arranged with a staff disciplinarian of the customers choosing and the spanking would be administered in their room.

Cameron and Debbie had found out about the resort from friends. It was the sort of place that did not advertise. Walking through the garden after checking into their room they saw a woman wearing only a bra and a pair of sheer panties, bent over a spanking bench being paddled.

The next day, in the late afternoon they were walking by the tennis courts. They stopped and watched a tennis game. A man and a woman were playing and another woman was sitting in the raised referee's chair. The man scored a point by hitting the ball into the far corner and the referee called "match point". The male and the female went to the net, kissed and the referee got down from her chair. She was wearing a pair of spandex bike shorts that showed off the round curve of her bottom and a tee shirt with the resorts name on it. Her hair was in a pony tail, threaded through the back of a baseball cap.

The tennis players moved to the side where the referee stood. Debbie and Cameron noticed that there was a spanking bench behind the referee's chair. The woman tennis player drank from a bottle of water and wiped the sweat from her face with a towel. She was wearing a short tennis skirt with a matching top. She put the water bottle and the towel down and bent over a spanking bench. As her male tennis partner watched, the referee fastened the young woman's hands with straps attached to the spanking bench. The referee flipped up the woman's short pleated skirt and removed her tennis panties and the white bikini panties that were underneath. She then fastened the long slim legs to the spanking bench. Positioned this way, the woman's bottom was pushed up, her thighs spread exposing lips of her vulva. The young lady's legs and thighs gleamed with sweat from the tennis game that she was about to pay the price for losing.

The referee took a paddle down from where it hung on the back of the chair. She knelt down beside the bound woman's head, caressing her hair. The referee said something to the woman that Debbie and Cameron could not hear. The losing player nodded her head. The referee stood up and moved behind the woman, and brought the paddle down hard across the gorgeously spread buttocks. She gave a stroke ever few seconds, spanking the bound loser's bottom and upper thighs. It looked to Debbie and Cameron that the strokes were harder as the spanking progressed, as the helpless loser started crying out with each stroke. The referee spanked the tennis player's bottom and upper thighs until they were crimson.

She hung the paddle back on its hook and took down a spanking strap. She caressed the woman's bottom and said something again. When the prone woman answered she raised the strap and brought it down hard across the red marked buttocks. The referee spanked the woman more slowly this time, her body rocking forward slightly with each stroke. The man stroked his partner's hair while the she was spanked with the strap. It looked like the woman was crying. They counted twenty strokes before the spanking stopped. The lady's bottom was a deep crimson and lined with wide welts from the strap. 

The referee unfastened the woman's arms and legs, speaking to her softly as her partner caressed her. The woman got up from the spanking bench, rubbed her bottom and and wiped away some tears. She winced slightly as she dressed, putting her white bikini panties and tennis panties back on. The couple got their rackets, towels and water bottles and left the court with the referee. The crimson blush on the lady's upper thighs could be seen under her tennis skirt as she walked away.

The next day they returned to the tennis courts to watch another game, between another man and a woman. A different woman was refereeing this game. The lady player was very good and this time the man lost. After the match he bent over the spanking bench to take his punishment. His partner removed his shorts and bikini briefs while the referee fastened his arms to the bench. The female tennis player then fastened his legs to the bench. She bent over and whispered in his ear while she caressed him between the legs. The referee waited behind them, holding a rattan cane. When the winner moved out of the way, the referee raised the cane and brought it down hard across the man's tight ass. The cane left a dark red welt against his the pale skin of his lean muscled buttocks. She caned him until his bottom and upper thighs were heavily lined with welts. Then the referee exchanged the cane for a strap, while the female tennis player caressed her partner between the legs, moving her fingers over his hard cock and his balls. The woman moved aside to allow the referee to spank her male with the strap. The strap cracked loudly across his ass and his thighs and he cried out after each stroke.

After watching the tennis court spankings Debbie and Cameron enjoyed very hard, very intense sex. They had both requested spankings along with their massages, but they felt they wanted more, the images of woman and the man being punished after losing the tennis matches fresh in their minds. After their afternoon delight the young couple headed off for a drink at the bar As they were passing the front desk Debbie asked "Why don't we sign up for a spanking session?"

Cameron agreed and they went to the concierge desk. Debbie told the woman at the desk what they were interested in. 

"Have you had a spanking session here before?" she asked.

"No Miss", Debbie answered

The concierge gave them a book of photos, with short paragraphs describing the kind of session each disciplinarian specialized in. One of the women was named Julie. The paragraph said that one of Julie's specialties was governess style punishment spankings for "naughty boys and girls". That made them both shiver. 

"Is Julie available?", Cameron asked.

The concierge pulled out an appointment book, and turned to a page labeled "Julie". 

"You're in luck. Julie has a 'bedtime' session available tonight at 9:00. Will that work?"

The looked at each other and both swallowed mentally. "Yes, that would be fine", she answered.

The concierge pulled out three sheets of paper. "I'll need you to fill out these forms. On the first sheet you need to put your names and room number down, I'll fill in Julie's name and the appointment time. The second sheet describes the kind of sessions that are available. You will need to answer the questions on that page. The last page is the consent form for the spanking. You will both need to sign that.

Debbie filled in their names and room numbers and gave the top sheet to the concierge who completed it and wrote their names and the time on Julie's page of the appointment book.

On the second page was printed:

The Resort has an experienced disciplinary staff that is available to provide spanking sessions. Several issues should be understood before signing up for a spanking session.
Spankings are administered on the bare buttocks or over light panties, depending on the spanking session. This allows the disciplinarian to properly gauge the effect of the spanking.
Although the sessions are intimate in nature the disciplinary staff does not provide any sexual services.
During the session the customer is expected to explicitly obey all requests from the disciplinarian and address them as Sir or Ma'am. Failure to address the disciplinarian properly during a session or to follow the disciplinarian's requests may result in extra punishment or an end to the session, at the disciplinarian's discretion.
Spankings are painful and will result in soreness. Depending on the person and the severity of the spanking selected, there may be marking or brusing.
To help the disciplinarian give you a satisifying session, please indicate a level of severity that most suits you.

·         Moderate

The spanking will consist of between sixty and eighty strokes given with the hand and a light or medium paddle, leaving the buttocks a deep pink and resulting in short term soreness. Extra punishment strokes will only be assigned after a warning has been given first. The spanking may be taken over sheer panties.

·         Hard

The disciplinary session will consist of between eighty and one hundred strokes, given with a paddle, strap and cane. No more than thirty storkes will be administred with the cane. No more than twenty strokes will be administered with the strap. Some extra punishment strokes may be assigned for disobedience or moving out of position. Punishment strokes will be administered with a paddle. The spanking will leave the buttocks red, with some mild brusing or welting. There may be some soreness the next day. The paddling may be taken over sheer panties. Strokes with the cane or strap will be administered on the bare bottom.

·         Severe

This is a punishment session that will consist of between one hundred twenty and one hundred and fifty strokes, administered with a paddle, strap, bath brush, cane or whip. At least forty strokes will be given with the cane and/or whip and a minimum of twenty strokes will be administred with a heavy punishment strap. Extra punishment strokes will be liberally assigned for any disobedience, clinching of the buttocks while being spanked or failure to maintain position. Punishment strokes will be administered with a cane or whip. The spanking will leave the buttocks and upper thighs lined with welts over a deep crimson blush. Brusing will be visible the next day and sitting will be uncomfortable. The client will take the spanking naked.

If a couple is spanked together, any extra punishment strokes earned by one person for disobedience, clenching or moving out of position during a spanking will be administered to both.

During a session, the client may request an end to the session, but once a severity level has been selected it cannot be changed.

Cameron looked at his lovely partner who showed no sign of nervousness. "What do you think? Hard or severe?"

Debbie looked down at the paper and then back up. "Severe, I think. What about you."

"Yes, severe"

She checked the box next to "severe" and passed the sheet to the concierge.

"Are you sure that this is what you want?" asked the concierge. "Julie is a beautiful, kind, warm, sweet girl. I think that comes across in her photo. Some people don't think that Julie could administer a severe spanking. From personal experience I can assure you that if you ask for a severe spanking you will get a long hard punishment session."

"Yes", Debbie said, "that's what we want. I'm glad that Julie can be both warm
 and strict."

"OK. You're down for 9:00. An hour is scheduled for the session. You need to be ready and wearing only panties. If you change your mind or want to change the severity of the session you can do so anytime before 7:00."

They thanked the concierge and left. Talking to her about the spanking and reading the descriptions made them both very hot, but they did not want to make love again until after Julie spanked them.

Waiting was hard, as they both kept thinking about the discipline they had coming. They  wondered aloud more than once whether they should perhaps have signed up for the "hard" session instead of the "severe" session. They ate lightly that evening each aware of the tingling in their cheeks and wobbles in their tummies and were back to their room at 8:00.

"Maybe we should get undressed", Debbie said nervously glancing at the clock, which now showed 8:30. They  undressed to their panties, Cameron wearing only a pair of cotton bikini briefs and Debbie in a pair of sheer string bikini panties. Ruefully she remembered that she would have been allowed to keep her panties on when she was paddled if they had selected "hard", instead of severe. Cameron sat quietly at the dining table in the anteroom area of their large suite.

Debbie paced nervously around the room and went to the cabinet next to the clothes closet and opened the double doors. 

Hanging on the doors and in the back of the cabinet were a variety of paddles, canes, whips, spanking straps, a hair brush and a bath brush. She looked at them thinking about how the instruments  would feel when applied to her bare bottom.

At exactly 9:00 there was a knock on the door. Cameron opened the door to find the tall dark haired woman from the receptionist's photo. She was wearing a tan trench coat, closed to her collarbone, her long dark hair cascading over the shoulders of the coat. He moved aside to let her in.

"Are you Debbie and Cameron?" Julie asked. 

When they answered yes, Julie said "I always confirm names and room numbers. One of the disciplinarians once gave a severe spanking to the wrong person and did not find out until it was over. I'm Julie and I'll be your disciplinarian this evening."

Julie took off the coat and hung it on a hook near the door. She was wearing a black boned corset, giving her figure an hourglass shape, her breasts pushed up by the top. The corset flared out above her hips, emphasizing the small black lace string bikini panties she was wearing and the garter belt, holding up a pair of seamed black stockings that ended small feet inserted into black stiletto heels.

Julie sat on the couch, her legs tucked up under her. "You are my last clients for this evening, so I can take a little longer to get to know you" she told them.

At first they were both very nervous, intimidated by this beautiful woman who had come to give them the spanking of their lives. Julie started asking them a little about themselves and in a few minutes they were at ease with her. She moved the topic to their experience with discipline, asking if this was part of their relationship, who got spanked and how hard spanking were given.

"Its important that I know a bit about you and your background to help me decide what kind of spanking you need." 

Then without warning, Julie looked from one of them to the other and said with a hint of regret in her voice "I'm afraid that you both need to be punished. I'm going to have to give you are very hard spanking, quite severe in fact. You have both been very naughty and that sort of behaviour cannot go unpunished. "

Julie did seem like a very nice sweet, even gentle girl and it occurred to Cameron that Julie really might be regretful that it was now her job to punish them. A spanking is supposed to hurt and they had asked for the harshest treatment.


"I'm going to have to punish you, but I have some leeway in deciding the severity of your punishment. I'm going to have to give you between one hundred-twenty and one hundred-fifty strokes. Forty with the cane or whip and twenty with the heavy punishment strap. That leaves sixty to ninety strokes, plus any punishment strokes, at my discretion. You are being punished, so the final decision is up to me, but I would like to get your input.
I think that you both need a spanking that leans toward the severe side, so I think that one hundred-forty strokes would be appropriate. You will get a warm-up paddling of forty strokes over my lap. Then I'll bend you both over the end of the bed and give you twenty strokes with the cane, followed by a thirty stroke whipping with ten strokes across the thighs. After you take the whipping I'll give you the required twenty strokes with the heavy spanking strap. I'll then finish your punishment back over my lap with thirty strokes with the bath brush, the last ten given extra hard.
I have to give you most of this spanking, but I can leave out the whipping and add strokes with the cane and the bath brush if the spanking is too severe?"

"No, Ma'am" Debbie said. "I don't think that the punishment is too severe"

"Young man?", Julie asked.

"No, Ma'am. It's not too severe and I deserve it."

"In that case, I think that its time I started." She turned to Debbie. "Do you need to go to the bathroom first, honey?"

"No, Ma'am"

"Come with me", Julie said as she walked into the bedroom. They followed her, Cameron looking at Julie's bottom as she walked, her buttocks moving under the sheer lace of her panties. Julie went to the cabinet of spanking implements, took down a ruler paddle, went to the bed and sat down on the end. "I'll start with you Debbie. Please take off your panties and lie across my lap".

Debbie pulled her panties down to her thighs, letting them slip down to her ankles and stepped out of them, leaving her naked when she lay across Julie's lap.

"I'm going to start with twenty strokes across your bottom and then we'll give Cameron his turn under the paddle."

Camerron stood to Julie's right side, watching as she paddled Debbie with the thin paddle, bringing the paddle down across Debbie's buttocks every few seconds. Debbie's legs were slightly spread, giving him a view of her pussy between her thighs. When it was his turn to take his panties off and like naked over Julie's lap, he had a very stiff erection. Julie ignored it as she settled him over her right thigh.

The pain of the first stroke of the paddle was a bit of a shock and soon the smacks of the paddle across his bare buttocks took his mind off his erection which was pressing against Julie's bare thigh.

"You can get up now, young man but don't touch yourself" Julie told him. He got up and Debbie returned to Julie's lap to finish her paddling. Julie was spanking harder now and soon each stroke was eliciting a faint "ow" from Debbie. Her bottom was blushed a deep pink when it was Debbie's turn to watch as Julie's paddle redden Cameron's bottom.

After Julie finished paddling Cameron and he had gotten up from her lap, she put the ruler paddle back in the spanking implement cabinet and took out a rattan cane. The cane was about three feet long and maybe 3/8 inch in thickness.

Julie held one end of the cane in each hand, flexing it across her upper thighs. 

"I want you both side by side over the end of the bed. Move move those two ottomans to each side of the bed." Julie told them. "Then put two pillows on the end of the bed, kneel on the ottoman and lie over the end of the bed, with the pillows under your hips."

Julie stood watching them as they moved the pillows and the furniture. When they were both bent over the end of the bed, Debbie on the left and Cameron on the right, their bottoms pushed up by the pillow as they lay side by side.

"I'm going to cane you now." She moved to Debbie, patting her right thigh "I want you to spread you legs a bit, honey. Good girl." 

Bent over the end of the bed in such a submissive position Debbie felt very exposed, her thighs spread showing her pussy, her bottom pushed up, presented, waiting for the first stroke of cane.

"You asked for a punishment session. The paddling I just gave you was a warm up. Your punishment is going to start with twenty strokes of the cane. I'm going to cane you hard and it is going to hurt. You both need to stay in position, with your bottoms up and your buttocks relaxed. If there is any squirming or clenching of your buttocks after a stroke, I'll have to give you both two extra punishment strokes."

Julie tapped the cane lightly across their buttocks "Bottoms up", she told them. Debbie raised her bottom a little higher. She heard the whistle of the cane and felt the first stroke burn across her bottom. Debbie's buttocks quivered a bit, but she stayed in position and did not clench.

A few seconds later Julie had walked around to the other side of the bed and administered her first stroke across Cameron's bottom. The disciplinarian worked quickly alternating her strokes between them, drawing the cane behind her and whipping it forward fast and hard every few seconds. Each stroke left a red welt across buttocks that were already reddened from the paddling. Soon each stroke was followed by a cry of pain from the well whipped couple.

After giving them each ten strokes with the cane, Julie let them catch their breath for a couple of minutes, before administering the last set of ten strokes. The curve of their buttocks where lined with ten welts. When she started caning them again she gave the strokes lower, across the lower part of the cheeks and the upper thighs. Cameron was the first to squirm and clench after she gave him a hard stroke across the upper thighs.
Julie caressed his bottom. "I know that it hurts sweetie, but you need to stay still. I'm going to have to add two extra punishment strokes". 

Debbie began to cry as her caning continued and both of them clenched and squirmed under the painful cane strokes.

"I'm going to have to punish you both for not staying still during your spanking" she told them after she finished giving them the last ten strokes. "I want to see those bottoms raised while you wait for your punishment."

Julie returned the rattan cane to the spanking implement cabinet and took out a black carbon fibre cane. Julie used this cane to administer extra punishment strokes because strokes from this cane hurt more than those from the rattan cane. When she moved back to the couple she was happy to see their bottoms raised as she had ordered. Julie thought that Debbie looked lovely, her welted bottom pushed up, her thighs spread exposing her pussy.

Julie caressed the welts on Debbie's bottom. "I'm going to give you each eight strokes with the punishment cane. This time I will not give you extra punishment for squirming or clenching, but I do expect you to stay in position and take your treatment well." 

Julie drew the cane back and brought it down hard across Cameron's upraised ass. Julie quickly followed with a stroke across Debbie's bottom. She gave the strokes fast and hard and Debbie was crying when the well deserved thrashing was finally over.

Julie went back to the cabinet and exchanged the black cane for a spanking whip. The whip looked like a riding crop, but where a riding crop would have a flat leather slapper, the spanking whip tapered wickedly from the handle into a rod-like end. 

She returned to the bed, where Debbie and Cammeron waited for their spanking to continue. Their buttocks and upper thighs were a deep crimson and lined with darker welts, which on Debbie's bottom where shading toward purple. Julie stroked Debbie's bottom and thighs. The skin was hot. "Do you want to continue, honey" she asked in a soft voice.

"Yes, Ma'am", Debbie answered. "I've been a naughty girl and I need to be properly punished."

"Well then, I'm going to have to give you both a good whipping", she told them, "because Cameron is just as naughty and has led you astray."

Even though the couple had requested their dsicipline session and they could stop it if they wanted, Julie always felt some reluctance to inflict the pain called for in a severe spanking.

 But she reminded herself that it was what they needed and it was her job to whip the naughty pair soundly.

"You will get thirty strokes with this crop, ten across the bottom, followed by ten across the thighs and finally ten on the bottom. The whipping is going to hurt, so I hope that you will remember the lesson I gave you with the punishment cane and resist squirming and clenching so I don't have to give you additional strokes. I won't tolerate any nonsense.You obviously both need this"

Julie began the beating. The whip hurt as much as the cane, but with a deeper more penetrating stroke. Julie was pleased that they both stayed still, although they both cried out after each stroke.

Julie caressed their inner thighs with the tip of the whip. "Put your legs together so I can whip you across the thighs" she told them after giving them the first ten strokes. The whip strokes across their thighs burned like hot metal and they both cried out as Julie slowly whipped them. The pain made the whipping seem to last a long time. When it was finally over, she told them to spread their thighs again and she whipped them across the buttocks.

When it was finally over and Julie had given the last stroke each with a special flourish, she sat down on the bed between them. She rubbed their backs and caressed their bottoms and thighs. Debbie was crying, but stopped under Julie's cool touch.

 "You both took your strokes very well. I know that it hurt a lot and it was hard to stay still." 

Julie spent a few minutes massaging their backs, feeling them relax under her touch. If she had to cause pain it was nice to give comfort too.

"Your spanking is almost over" she told them. "I have to give you twenty strokes with the punishment strap. Then I'll take you each over my knee and finish your spanking with the bath brush. Can you take that for me?"

After they had both answered "Yes, Ma'am" Julie got up and put the whip back in the cabinet and got the strap. It was about two feet long, with a wood handle attached to a heavy leather blade.

"Lets have you in a different position. Get up both of you  Cameron stand in front of Debbie so you can hug each other and push those bottoms out!" Julie ordered. 

They got to their feet leaving the soft comfort and support of the bed. each was tempted to rub their sore cheeks but resisted when they saw Julie shake her head. 

They stood toe to toe in the middle of the room. Cameron looked sympathetically at Debbie's tear stained face. He gave her a tight hug as they came together chest to chest. His erection was long gone but some stiffening started again as he felt his partners naked touch. Moving as if choreographed their hips parted company as each pushed their bottom out to meet the punishment strap. They were both alive and electric after the hard caning but wanted more from this strict disciplinarian.

Cameron watched Julie move to Debbie's right side and saw the strap swinging back before it cracked loudly across across her bare cheeks, followed shortly by a soft cry. A few seconds later he felt the strap burn across his own buttocks. The heavy punishment strap had a penetrating stroke which rocked them forward slightly as they were each spanked in turn across the ass and the backs of their legs. They were both very sore from the caning and the whipping Julie had given them and they struggled to keep their balance , with their bottoms  pushed out, as Julie punished them slowly with long hard swings of the strap. 

After she finished strapping them, Julie let them catch their breath for a few minutes. They both stood silently in the centre of the room, but now with their hips and genitals back in contact and Cameron's hard-on trying to poke between Debbie's thighs, as Julie placed  the strap carefully on the bed and went off to fetch the bath brush.

"Go and fetch a chair from the dining table Cameron and be quick about it."

Julie straightened her stocking tops as she sat,  knees together, on the upright chair holding the bathbrush in one hand.

 "Cameron, please come over here. I'll take you over my knee first."

Cameron went to stand at  Julie's right side. His prick waved strongly in the air as he thought of his naked wife's well caned bottom and enjoyed the sight of the nylon clad thighs of his new disciplinarian. She patted her lap, 

"Almost done for you, you just need to take a paddling over my knee and it will be all over." 

He lay across her lap. Debbie watched as Julie spanked Cameron with the brush, alternating between cheeks. When Julie had given him twenty strokes on each side, she stopped for a few minutes and let him rest. "The last ten are going to be extra hard, young man. I want you to take your punishment for me and then it will all be over." Julie spanked him slowly and very hard as Debbie watched, knowing that she would soon replace Cameron over Julie lap.

"You can get up, honey", Julie told him. Without being told, Debbie lay over Julie's lap to take her spanking. It brought back memories of being a girl getting spanked on the bare bottom over her mothers lap with the heavy ebony hairbrush her mother kept on her dresser. The paddling Julie gave her with the brush hurt exquisitely and soon she was crying like a she had done when she was a girl. As Julie gave her the last ten strokes on each cheek, very hard and slow, memory fused with the present. She was a girl again, with her panties around her knees and her dress pushed up. As she cried while Julie spanked her, she promised her mommy that she would be a good girl. When the spanking was over Julie held Debbie in her arms, stroking her hair, telling her she was a good girl, until she stopped crying.

"You can put you panties on" Julie told them, as she handed Debbie her panties which were lying on the bed. Julie hugged them both and told them that she was every proud of them for taking such a hard spanking.

"It has been a pleasure and an honor to be your disciplinarian and I would be happy to spank you both again if you want another session." Julie put her trench coat on, buttoning it to the neck, slipped into her spike heels and left.

As Cameron kissed Debbie he cupped her bottom in his hands. Her bottom was hot through the sheer material of her panties. He slipped his hand down the front of her panties, caressing her pussy, which was very wet.

"Will you do something for me, my love?" Debbie asked.

"Yes, of course"

"I want you to pile the pillows in the middle of the bed and lie face down over them."

As he did as she asked, she got a pair of sheepskin cuffs from the cabinet.

"Hold out your hands" Debbie ordered as she attached the cuffs. She clipped the rope from the cuffs to the head board. She got two more cuffs and removed his panties, attaching the cuffs to his ankles and clipping them to the sides of the bed. His bottom was pushed up by the pillows, his legs spread. He was totally helpless and she could do to with him what she wanted.

Debbie went to her bag and removed a silicone dildo, a condom, a dildo harness and a tube of lube. She put the condom on the dildo, put the dildo through a hole in the harness and slipped the harness on. The welts on her thighs hurt as she tightened the harness straps so that the dildo was held firmly, pushing out from her mons.

Debbie got a paddle from the cabinet and went to where Cameron lay and knelt between high spread legs. She caressed his bottom. His buttocks and thighs were still red and hot from the spankinig. She ran her fingers over the raised welts left by the cane, whip and strap. "Does you bottom hurt, my love".

"Yes", he said, raising his bottom in response to her caress.

"Spankings are supposed to hurt", she reminded him. "But your punishment is not over. I'm going to finish punishing you by fucking you with the dildo. I want you to be a good boy and take a good hard fucking. If I get any resistance, I'm going to have to spank you."

She put some lube on her right index finger and spread his buttocks with her left hand. He was helpless to move away from her probing finger, but he tightened as she pushed her finger inside him.

"Naughty boy!", she told him.

She picked up the paddle and started spanking him, alternating cheeks. His bottom was very sore from the spanking Julie had given him and each smack with the paddle elicited an "ow". When Debbie had given him ten strokes on each cheek, she put the paddle down. "Have you learned your lesson, naughty boy? Are you going to take your fucking like a good boy?"

"Yes, Ma'am" he answered.

She put lube on her finger again and spread his cheeks. This time when she pushed her finger into his anus there was no resistance. She put more lube on the dildo and guided the tip to his lubricated anus. Spreading his buttocks open with the fingers of each hand, she pushed the dildo inside him. She moved on top of him, supporting herself on her arms, pushing the dildo deeper inside him with her hips. When she pushed the dildo all the way inside him, she could feel his bottom, hot against her loins. Debbie started fucking him, using shallow strokes, pushing hard against his sore bottom. The dildo felt good as it pushed aganst her mons. She loved punishing him with the dildo, fucking him and the feeling his hot freshly spanking ass beneath her.

As she fucked him she wispered in his ear "Are you my boy?" 

"Yes, Ma'am" 

"Raise your ass and take it for me." He lifted his hips as much as the cuffs allowed, taking the dildo a little deeper.

 "You like being fucked up the ass, don't you bad boy?" 


"Oh, Yes Ma'am"

After fucking him for about five minutes she slowly withdrew the dildo and took it out of the harness. She unbuckled the cuffs on Cameron's hands and ankles. He got up and she moved the cuffs out of the way and replaced him over the pillows, leaving the lubricant beside her. She reached back, cupping a buttock in each hand and spread her cheeks, pushing her bottom up. Cameron used his index finger to put lube in her anus and then put more more lube on his cock. He started fucking her ass, moving just the tip of his cock in and out, then gradually sliding deeper inside. She moved her right hand to her clit and fingered herself as he fucked her. She started to grind back against him, forcing him deeper and he fucked with a swifter motion. He also loved the feel of her hot punished ass as he fucked her. She came first and he swelled and ejaculated a few seconds later.

When they went to breakfast the next morning they found that the concierge had informed the breakfast staff that they would have two sore bottomed guests and their chairs had thick pillows on them.


Acknowledgements to Case Wintermute, September 2004 

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