I
have missed writing up quite a few spanking sessions over the last few weeks,
including those which occurred last year. The time just goes by and my head has
been confused and my libido was not high in late 2013, so my sexual
inspiration about spanking and writing about spanking has been at a dismal
level. In the last month or so there has been a dramatic improvement in my
mental state so I will attempt to be a better blogger (and husband).
In
late September I accompanied my wife on a two-day business trip, acting as her
driver. As I have described previously, driving her around is quite a pleasing
task to take my wife to her different clients and then stay over in an hotel
with her. She would need to be staying in the hotel anyway and we do not cost
her business any more if there are two of us in the room, providing I pay for
my own food and drink. She enjoys being chauffered around and not having to
worry about maps and parking.
We
had an evening on this particular trip, when she was not entertaining clients
and she suggested that we play one of our little games, where she is an Escort arriving
at the hotel to have dinner with me, the high powered executive. Supposedly we
are just out having dinner, but you know what it is like with Escorts; they are
full of ideas to increase their basic fee, and so it was with this one.
I
left my wife in the bathroom of our hotel room after I had dressed and then waited
downstairs in the bar until she made her entrance. We acted as if we were total
strangers, shaking hands, introducing ourselves, asking each other questions,
chatting about the weather and what have you.. I had arranged for a taxi and, when
we were called by reception to say it had arrived, we set off to a nearby
restaurant.
During
the meal my “Escort” took off one shoe and played footsie with my crotch
underneath the tablecloth. I pretended
not to notice and acted as if I was above that sort of thing.
Over
coffee, she enquired in a low voice, if I would like her to come back with me to
the hotel?
Nonchalantly
I asked her how much and she responded by wanting to know what I had in mind. I
told her that I was into spanking and she smiled, informing that would cost
extra, quite a bit extra in fact. She would only take a light spanking, she
said quietly, but if I had any toys with me she would be happy to deal with me
more severely. I stiffened in my pants as she asked me casually, was it me or
her who was to be spanked?
In
an equally quiet but throaty voice I told her that I liked to be spanked and
dealt with like a naughty boy. She laughed and said that she had thought as
much adding that “all you high powered
men seem to like being dominated.”
We
agreed on a basic fee for an hour, with the rest of the money to be decided during
our play and I phoned for the taxi to take us back to the hotel.
Acting
like the vamp tease in the back of the taxi, my “Escort” opened her coat, raised her dress and slipped off her knickers.
I caught a glimpse of white flesh above her stocking tops. Leaning across she
pressed the scrunched up panties in my hand and whispered that she was sure I
was the sort of man who likes wearing girl’s knickers and that I should put
them on at the hotel.
When
we were back at Reception I picked up
the key and went ahead to the room, whilst my wife slipped away to the bar, as
part of the pretence. I don’t know what attention she might have attracted as
she sat there alone, looking terrifically sexy. I wondered if she might
re-enact a knickerless Sharon
Stone manoeuvre on the bar stool, but I figured this was unlikely
Once
in my room I pulled the cover from the bed and stripped to my pants. I popped a
Viagra and a few minutes later there was knock on the door.
Letting
my “escort” into the room she went straight for the bathroom but not before
telling me to set out whatever spanking toys I might have with me. I opened my suitcase
and withdrew the paddle, a riding crop and the small red whip and placed them
on the desktop. She called me into the bathroom.
“I
just need to make sure you’re clean. You would be surprised how many gentlemen
don’t look after their personal hygiene. Stand in the bath.”
Taking
down the shower head she told me to wash myself whilst she sprayed the water. I
did as she wished, using the soap gel front and back.
She
ignored my erection and dried me off with a towel then took hold of my penis
and pulled me into the bedroom.
“Put
on those panties and get on your back on the floor” she commanded.
I
scrabbled around looking for the black silk knickers and wriggled my way into
them. I then dropped to the carpet, first onto all fours and then down onto my
front before rolling over.
I
gazed up in admiration at the tall figure in stockings and black bra standing
over me, with the riding crop flexed in a tight curve between each hand.
“For
£200 you get whipped,” my escort wife said, in a cold commanding tone. “For
anything else it’s extra. Understand?”
“Yes
Miss. Can we do that by card Miss? “
“Oh
yeah, sure thing. You think I want a card payment do you?.”
“Sorry
Miss. It’s just that I don’t have the cash.”
“Well
after I have finished you can crawl off to a cash machine, can’t you? Now be
quiet. You’re in for a long night so you can get the money in the morning if I
am still here.”
My
erect prick was bursting through the tight material of the knickers which did not
cover much of my crotch. The “escort” flicked the crop and teased me from my chin
to my crotch, gently slapping the leather tab across every part of my body. She
spent over ten minutes treating me to a masochist’s dream of a Mistress in her underwear
dominating my thoughts and body. With the tab of the crop she explored every
hidden part of me and spanked my prick and testicles with excruciating results.
“Roll
over!”
Reluctant
to have this full frontal session stop I nonetheless pulled my body round on to one side and then
turned completely on to my front. The knickers rode up into the crack of my
bottom and offered no protection to my bottom. I love that sensation,
resembling as it does, the pull of a tight rope around my scrotum.
With
one stockinged foot on the back of my neck she whipped me more seriously on my bare
bottom. To me they were just light stings, when compared to the cane, but nonetheless
my submission was complete. I moaned, “Yes Mistress, whip me harder Mistress.”
She flogged me for a long time and I relished every stroke.
“Kneel
up on all fours and kiss my feet.”
She
stood at the front of my head and began to bring the whip down hard over my
bottom and into the crack between my cheeks. Seeking more pain from the crop I
spread my knees apart to open my thighs wider and she flogged at my testicles
and at the tender skin of the inside of my legs. I kissed and licked her toes
in gratitude.
After
quite a few minutes of fabulous pleasure she told me to stand. Placing the crop
back on the desk she picked up the paddle and looked at me.
“This
might be too noisy for a hotel room but if you are a good boy and come back to
see me then I might use it another day. For now I will just give you ten quick
ones. They will cost you ten pounds each. Agreed?”
“Yes
Mistress, please spank me hard.”
“
Stand up then and place your hands on the desk, feet together.”
I got into position in front of the mirror on
the wall of the bedroom. I relished the opportunity to watch the gorgeous
figure behind me and my prick strengthened in its desire to escape the
knickers.
In
a flurry of strokes she cracked the paddle across first one cheek and then the
other and the sound of wood on skin reverberated round the room.
When
I thought she would stop and started to get away from the desk she just laughed.
“Oh,
I’m sorry, did I forget to tell you it was ten each cheek?”
She
did not hold back and those next strokes were ten of the strongest paddle whacks
I had ever received. I was sweating with the effort of taking the strokes full
on.
“We
don’t want to disturb the neighbours do we, so let’s have a change.”
She
got on the bed and lay back. “Let’s see how well you can service your Mistress.”
I
get down on my knees on the carpet as she opened her legs wide. I did not rush
things. Starting with small kisses on the inside of her thighs I gradually took
more of the soft folds of her vagina into my mouth and rubbed with my tongue
across the hard bone of her mound. She began to come and I pushed and licked
harder.
“Very
nice,” she moaned as the orgasm subsided. “ Now get the whip and lie here
beside me.” She pulled off the tight knickers as I stretched out on the bed.
Slowly
and carefully she played with the whip up my thighs and onto my penis. I
squirmed in delight.
I
grabbed hold of my cock and pumped away.
“Stop.”
She
whipped me some more.
“Now
again.”
I
started pumping and again she brought me to a frustrating halt. This “stop-go”
whipping continued for ten minutes or so and I was gagging to finish the job and cream myself.
“No
penetration, but you can come on my bottom if you want.”
She
turned onto her front and I got on top with my cock nestled in the crease of
her cheeks. In only a few seconds I had come.
We
tidied up and got into bed. She reminded me of the fee, adding another £50.00
for the whipping. I promised to get the cash in the morning.
“Good
boy, now go to sleep.”
As
I lay there in the dark with my eyes closed, I felt the vibrations in the mattress
as she rubbed herself to orgasm for another two or three times.
Needless to say that I paid my dues the next day and we stopped at a shopping mall on the way home.
