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Tuesday, 31 May 2016

One piece swimsuit


No sooner had the fashionistas declared that thong underwear is passe, but now I read in the Sunday's that the bikini should go the same way and that one piece swimsuits are the order of the day for summer.

Well,  I guess there are many styles of one piece, so maybe the beach will still be fun,                     
I have never had the opportunity to spank a girl whilst she was in a swimsuit, but  I can recall a spanking of my own on a wet pair of trunks. My wife and I  were at a hotel in Portugal, on a six day trip in the sun. We were back in the bedroom after some time by the pool. The children were at a hotel day camp so we had time to ourselves. We had just got into the room and my trunks were still damp from the last swim. My wife turned round from the dressing table with a leather sandal in her hand and said she was fed up of me oogling the other woman around the pool. She bent me over the bed and spanked me hard before yanking down the trunks and spanking some more.

When she was done telling me off she turned me round and pulled me towrad sher. We were both hot and horny. Putting one foot on the edge of teh bed she pulled her bikini gusset to one side and I pushed myself in. He cunt had that lovely cool chill to it after the dip she had had in the pool but I could tell she was dry so I pulled out, licked my fingers and twiddled around a bit to get her lubricated. Then it was back inside for what turned out to be a very quick ending.

Later in the week when the children were asleep next door we had sex doggy style and she invited me to spank her bottom a few times. I swatted away over-arm fashion, left hand on right cheek and right hand on left cheek.

Happy days. She still has those sandals as they only get an outing a few times a year.

Monday, 30 May 2016

Sunday Spanklet - FM house visit

Tony lay over the bench strapped down over the waist and feet and hands bound at the base.

This was a customary position for every second Wednesday of the month.

He had just had long spanking with a hairbrush whilst bent over Mistress Kate's lap . The spanking was timed by a clock on the wall. Five minutes may not sound a long time, but when someone is spanking rapidly they can deliver well over two or even three hundred smacks.  Tony lost count after a minute or so - he was too busy trying to breathe and not cry. Mistress Kate did not like cry babies.

After the spanking he was tied to the cross with his back to the wall and she whipped him soundly with the flogger. 
“ Assigned caning for misconduct. I want to see how well you can misbehave.
“Don’t worry about the rules, I’ll cane you anyway”
His erection grew as Mistress Kate slowly removed her skirt and blouse in front of him. She read from the list of naughty things he had done and informed of his punishment strokes.

 Releasing him from the cross  Tony was made to crawl to the bench on which he was now strapped down. 

As the cane flew through the air he winced with anticipation, but it stopped short of his bare cheeks.

"Some friends and I are taking a house near the beach for a week's holiday next month."

In the wall mirror opposite, Tony watched as Mistress Kate lifted the cane high in the air behind him.

"We need a volunteer to attend to our needs, keep the house tidy, run errands, do the cooking."

The cane flew down but again stopped short of its target.

" I wondered if you might be free?"

"Yes Mistress. Of course, Mistress. It would be an honour.."
This is just a test we give to all the stable lads. 24 strokes from each of us. If you pass you get to choose who beats you in future.
"I thought so. That's what I said to the girls."

A second later, the first of  fifty strokes lashed into his bottom. The pain was intense but his mind was elsewhere.

Let’s go up to the senior boys dorm and see how many we can make cry.

Sunday, 29 May 2016

Thong down - larger panties up

There was an article in the newspaper the other day about the demise of the thong panty, as a woman's choice of underwear, and its replacement by bigger knickers.

Most people acknowledge that the modern thong came about in 1939 when a mayor of New York suggested that nude dancers should cover themselves a bit more. 

Then it was properly developed by an Italian fashion designer and taken up by those nice  Brasilian girls on the beach. 

The narrow, but often expensive piece of under wear, really hit the underwear shelves in the 90s I guess.

Now it would appear that larger knickers are the fashion.

 My wife opted for these some time ago and consigned the majority of her thongs to the bin. She kept one or two silk thongs for high days and holidays.

There is definitely something Mistress like and submissive making about those larger pants, for me at least, and, since they are comfortable for her, my wife is happier to play in them for longer.

Mind you, I still relish the memory of our games in the 90s.

“Let’s just get you out of those uncomfortable work clothes.
No darling, just because I greeted you at the door in my lingerie doesn’t meant we’re moving your scheduled orgasm up…

Wednesday, 25 May 2016

Just a few random thoughts

I won't buy a two hundred dollar pair of shoes without consulting you ever, ever again.

The audition at the lap dancing emporium was going well.

Darling, fetch the hairbrush will you? I won't ask twice.

Role play at the Jones' last Friday 

“ Annalynne McCord shot by Neave Bozorgi

OK darling, I'll take six with the beastly cane but after that I get to call the shots for the rest of the evening.

You only get in here when I get the ring!

Monday, 23 May 2016

Tasty weekend

Sun then rain. A bit like my own weekend. Friday night began with a bath-brush spanking after my shower. It wasn't delivered in a harsh manner and I enjoyed the smarting sting of maybe a dozen strokes. 

Kristel_Monarch_Sleeves_front_1That was to encourage you to get started on the shelf unit in the guest room, I was told by my Mistress and wife.

I was sent to the corner of the bedroom whilst my wife continued dressing. She said I could peep over my shoulders if I wanted extra cane strokes at a later session, so I did just that, two or three times. I also fondled my cock which got me additional strokes. I was up to 7 before I was allowed to come out of the corner and dress myself.

I asked if I could start the shelf job on  Sunday as it was going to be warm on Saturday, too hot for manual labour in a bedroom with smallish windows. So long as it is finished by the weekend I don't care when you do it, my wife said in a stern tone of voice.

When we were both ready to go out to a supper party at a friends my wife called me over to kneel on the ground. She wanted me to kiss her shoes to show that I would be subservient that evening and not get into any arguments.

I pushed at the boundary a couple of times over dinner, by making an inflammatory statement about politics. I got the "don't go there look." I think my wife knew what I was doing.

So Saturday we did some fun things and went out and about in the sun. We drove the car  for an hour or so and had a beach walk and fish and chips. After we got back I was sent straight upstairs and told to fetch the long paddle and the cane. I asked if I could wear panties and she agreed..
Yes, you should look worried. I have a great deal of practice with this paddle, Now try to take it well and count. Up to fifty.

It must have been the fresh air of the walk that made us both so excited. I was paddled harshly but I lapped it up. 

My wife told me I could take the cane  stretched out over a pillow on  the bed. She thrashed me slowly 36 times teasing me between strokes with the tip of the cane. Then she had me roll over and gave me the 7 punishment strokes, for peeping, across the front of my thighs. To finish the caning she awarded me 5 across my penis for being cheeky at the supper on Friday. I had to hold the head  of my  prick with my fingertips and keep it in place for 5 quick cuts of the cane.

We spent a long time on the bed after that, kissing and fondling. I tried to fuck her doggy style but my prick would not hold up. She let me wank by standing beside the bed with her hand spanking my bottom and telling me I was very naughty. When I came into my cupped left hand she made he swallow it and lick my hand dry.

After that it was all about her and she fell asleep in an afternoon doze.

I did finish putting the shelf up on Sunday and got myself a spanking with the wooden spoon as a thank you, whilst I was cooking dinner.

Saturday, 21 May 2016

Know your place.

My wife was chipper when I arrived home on an unexpectedly warm day in the last couple of weeks. She was on the terrace at the back of the house and had poured herself a glass of wine. In the kitchen there were containers of a "shop bought" meal which I was obviously meant to prepare for dinner.

When I greeted her with a kiss, she smiled wickedly and told me to a strip there and then because I looked so hot and bothered after my work.. The terrace is shaded from view by our neighbours by hedging and fencing but not so the rest of the garden.

Whilst I took off my clothes without question and placed them on one of the patio set chairs she unreeled the garden hose. I knew what was coming, or so I thought.

I jumped when she turned a  cold jet of water on my body. With my hands on my head I could only stand and grimace as the jet searched out every nook and cranny of my slightly overweight body.

Turning off the hose she moved a chair away from the table and called me over, where she bade me to kneel on all fours. She sat down on my back and continued sipping her wine and reading the newspaper whilst my knees became more pain ridden on the stone flags and my arms ached with the strain of keeping them locked to support her.

She scolded me that she didn't think I had been submissive enough recently and that I needed reminding who was the boss. I kept silent. She slid her bottom along my back and ran her hand down the crack of my cheeks. Then she grabbed me at the scrotum and yanked my testicles upwards. I just spoke to you, she said. Yes ma'am, I squeaked in agony. I will be more attentive ma'am. She kept on pulling.

You had better. She shifted her weight and pulled off one of her sandals and began to spank my bare bottom. It wasn't painful and she knew that but it was exciting so I wriggled a bit.

I want you to cook dinner and serve me in the dining room. You can go without, you need to loose weight. She got off my back and I struggled to my feet pushing myself up off my knees. As I followed her she reminded me to bring my work clothes. 

An hour later and still in the nude I placed a dish of salmon tagliatelle and a side salad in front of my Mistress. Wine, she demanded, and a glass of water. When I returned with the drink she told me to get down on my knees. She swung sideways on her chair to face me and pulled her skirt up and wriggled out of her knickers. . I caught a glimpse of her shaven pussy before she leaned forward and scrunched up the silk panties and forced them into my mouth. She then turned and proceeded to ignore me whilst she ate her meal and looked at her laptop screen.

I served her with more wine and a cheesecake slice dessert, returning each time to my kneeling position. When she had finished I tidied up the dishes and came back to her to say I was done.

Proper.I was going to cane you but now I can't be bothered. So we''ll have session this weekend. You can get on with the laundry and ironing now whilst I watch some TV.

Yes ma'am.

I was slightly disappointed because a part of me was begging for the feel of the cane, right there and then. 

However she's the boss so it would just have to wait.

Wednesday, 18 May 2016

Tennis vacation

This story is not new and it's not mine but it is good and we are, after all,headed for the tennis season.

Acknowledgements to Wintermute 2004.

Just Married #102

The Resort

The resort was set in the redwood trees and medows, 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, 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 message, a spanking would be administered, leaving a glow on the bottom in addition to 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.

Cimarron 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 man and the woman 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 Cimmeron 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 woman's legs to the spanking bench. Positioned this way, the womans bottom was pushed up, her thighs spread exposing lips of her vulva. The young woman'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 womans head, caressing her hair. The referee she said something to the woman that Debbie and Cimmeron could not hear. The woman nodded her head. The referee stood up and moved behind the woman, and brought the paddle down hard across the womans raised buttocks. She gave a stroke ever few seconds, spanking the bound womans bottom and upper thighs. It looked to Debbie and Cimmeron that the strokes were harder as the spanking progressed, as the woman 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 it's hook and took down a spanking strap. She caressed the womans bottom and said something again. When the woman answered she raised the strap and brought it down hard across the bound woman's 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 womans 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 woman'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 woman 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 woman tennis player then fastened his legs to the bench. She bent over and wispered in his ear while she caressed him between the legs. The referee waited behind them, holding a rattan cane. When the woman moved out of the way, the referee raised the cane and brought it down hard across the man's 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 woman tennis player caressed her partner between the legs, moving her fingers over his hard cock and his balls. The woman tennis player moved aside to allow the referee to spank her partner 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 they had very hard, very intense sex. They had both asked for spankings along with their messages, but they both wanted more, the images of woman and the man being punished after losing their tennis matches fresh in their minds. As they were passing the front desk Debbie asked "Why don't we sign up for a spanking session?"
Cimarron 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", 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?", Cimarron 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 concent 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 sheer 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 discression.
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 postion 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.
Cimarron looked at her. "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 until after Julie spanked them.
Waiting was hard, as they both kept thinking about the spanking they had coming. They both wondered more than once whether they really should have signed up for the "hard" session instead of the "severe" session. They both ate lightly that evening, and were back to their room at 8:00.
"Maybe we should get undressed", Debbie said nervously glancing at the clock, which read 8:30. They undressed to the panties, Cimarron wearing only a pair of cotton bikini briefs and Debbie in a pair of sheer string bikini panties. 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.
Debbie 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 each would feel applied to her bare bottom.
At exactly 9:00 there was a knock on the door. Cimarron opened the door to find the tall dark haired woman from concierge'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 Cimarron?" 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 flaired 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 stilletto 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 a spanking. 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 spanking, 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." Julie looked from one of them to the other and said with a bit of sadness 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."
Julie did seem like a very nice sweet, even gentle girl and it occured to Cimarron that Julie really might be sad that it would be her job to punish them. A spanking is supposed to hurt and they had asked for a severe spanking.
chastisement and correction looking so GOOD: "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 discression. 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 storkes 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 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"
"In that case, I think that its time to give you a spanking." 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, Cimarron 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 Cimarron his turn under the paddle."
Cimarron stood to Julie's right side, watching as she paddled Debbie with the thin paddle, bringing the paddle down across Debbies buttocks every few seconds. Debbies 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, honey", 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 Debbies turn to watch as Julie's paddle redden Cimarron's bottom.
After Julie finished paddling Cimarron's 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 3/8 inch in thickness.
Julie held one end of the cane in each hand, across her upper thighs. "I want you both side by side over the end of the bed. Please move move those two ottomans to the end 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 ottoman. When they were both bent over the end of the bed, Debbie on the left and Cimmeron on the right, their bottoms pushed up by the pillow she told them "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.
“ I sometimes like the frustration of my erection straining for stimulation during my spanking. I find myself humping the air.
”A few seconds later Julie administered another stroke across Cimmeron's bottom. She alternated strokes between then, 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.
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. Cimmeron 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 honey, but you need to stay still. I'm going to have to add two extra punishment strokes". Debbie began to cry as the 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 Debbies 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 spanking." Julie drew the cane back and brought it down hard across Cimmeron'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 spanking was 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 tappered down from the handle into a rod-like end. She returned to the end of the bed, where Debbie and Cimmeron waited for their spanking to continue. Their buttocks and upper thighs where crimson and lined with darker red welts, which on Debbies bottom where shading toward purple. Julie caressed Debbie's bottom and thighs. The skin was hot. "Do you want to continue, honey" she asked.
"Yes, Ma'am", Debbie answered. "I've been a naughty girl and I need to be punished."
"Well then, I'm going to have to give you both a whipping", she told them. Even though they had asked for the spanking 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 soundly.
"You will get thirty strokes with the whip, 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 with the punishment cane and resist squirming and clenching so I don't have to give you extra punishment strokes."
Julie began whipping them. The whip hurt as much as the cane, but with a deeper more penitrating stroke. Julie was pleased that they both stayed still, although the 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 buttcks.
After Julie finished whipping them, 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 caresses. "You both took your whipping very well. I know that it hurt a lot and it was hard to stay still." Julie spent a few minutes rubbing 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 get those bottoms up" Julie ordered. Cimmeron heard the strap crack loudly across across Debbie's upraised ass, followed by her cry. A few seconds later he felt the strap burn across his buttocks. The heavy punishment strap had a penitrating stroke which rocked them forward slightly as they where spanked across the ass or their thighs. They were both very sore from the caning and the whipping Julie had given them and they barely managed to stay still, with their bottoms raised, as Julie punished them with the strap.
“ Hm…naked yoga ;-)
”After she finished strapping them, let the catch their breath for a few minutes. They both lay limp over the end of the bed as she put the strap back and got the bath brush.
"You can get up now", she told them. Julie sat on the edge of the bed, in the middle. "Cimmeron, honey, please come over here. I'll take you over my knee first."
Cimmeron went over to Julie's right side. She patted her lap, "Almost over honey, 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 Cimmeron with the brush, alternating 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, honey. 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 Cimmeron over Julie lap.
"You can get up, honey", Julie told Cimmeron. 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 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 aroudn 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 Cimmeron 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 Cimmeron 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 your bottom hurt, my love".
“ A good hard paddling can surely buckle the knees.
"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 raping 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 raised his hips as much as the cuffs allowed, taking the dildo a little deeper. "You like being raped up the ass, don't you nasty 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 Cimmeron's hands and ankles. He got up and she moved the cuffs out of the way and replaced him over the pillows, leaving the lub beside her. She reached back, cupping a buttock in each hand and spread her cheeks, pushing her bottom up. Cimmeron 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 moving deeper. She moved her right hand to her clit and fingered herself as he fucked her. She started to move against him, pushing him deeper and he started to fuck her harder. He also loved the feel of her hot punished ass as he fucked her. She came first and he came a few seconds later.
When they went to breadfast 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.