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A cane at the lakes edge.
We were away on a weekend break as we had not been getting along well this last month, just one of those married spats that happen now and then, she had not been that happy, since her sister Joanne had come to stay since their mother had died, I can`t see why she was pissed off, it was her idea I shagged her sister, though after with a woman`s logic she said that I dint have too… and it would have been a compliment if I had refused saying she was enough… silly bitch, what man would refuse a pretty sister with a wife`s OK!!!!! perhaps to test my love for her …I don’t know… either way after a while she had calmed down and we had come for the weekend to build bridges so anyway, last night we had slept all three of us in the same bed, and it was now breakfast-time and she was up, so of course we would all be up and brightly she called me with a poke in the ribs.
She then had me dress, and with my recently showered and dressed companions we went to breakfast. Here she was her old self, no doubt for the benefit of the staff, enquiring if we could walk round the lake and how long it would take! The answer of 2 to 3 hours seemed to fit into her plans and encouraging her companion to drink plenty we were soon off to walk the length of the lovely lake, via our rooms to don sensible shoes and jackets and collect my camera. The day was bright sunny and warm, it being fairly early so there were few players on the greens which surrounded this end of the lake, so other than a couple of nods, and a brisk good morning, accompanied by envious looks from the golfers, we didn’t see a soul as we made our way along the woodland path.
The scenery was stunning, a bright shining lake in sparkles of reflected sun, high hills as a backdrop, and two of the most- lovely ladies imaginable, to use as models for my camera now clicking away like a typewriter…
After a while in a small clearing, Maggy suggested as we were fairly isolated here, if we were up for it, that we took a few more risqué shots, and I happily agreed, (well wouldn’t you) so we branched off the main pathway and found a much more secluded edge of the lake clearing, there was a small rowing boat way out on the water with two old boys fishing, but we reckoned they were too far off and totally engrossed so we would be gone before they could approach us if they did click on.
Unsurprisingly it was Maggy `s clothing that started to come off first, though with each removed item another click of that shutter heralded my interest, her blouse, then the bra being first! Then her panties leaving her skirt stockings and shoes. With the sun on her she was perfect! Joanne Her sister not to be outdone stripped too, and for a while we cavorted, girl on girl me taking picky after picky, till Maggy looking serious for just a moment and asked Joanne “well will you do it?”
Joanne said she would rather not, so shrugging Maggy, my sweet and not as innocent as folk think Maggy, said” then Micky must, though I so wanted it to be you…! I wondered what it was all about when Maggy explained that since being a young maid she had had a wish and it was that her sister or someone close would whip her hard, humiliate her and then someone would love her… and she had decided now was the time and if her sister wouldn’t do it, I must.
Then from her small clasp bag she took a pen-knife and to my amazement cut a hazel wand about 3 feet long, from a nearby clump, stripping the leaves and so on from it, carefully returning the blade to her bag and then taking my camera from me, handing it to Joanne, before presenting the wand to me, saying, in a voice not to be argued with, it has been my fantasy for years,” but, “she” indicating Joanne, “she wouldn’t do it for me, would you, you little bitch!” her sister said she wouldn’t want to hurt anyone, and Maggy laughed, “look I`ve let you screw with my husband, haven’t I , and you know I`ve wanted this forever, though till now I`ve never admitted it to him,[indicating me] as I wanted you to do it, as I asked you before.”
She turned to me saying “ I hoped by letting her have you I could persuade her to fulfil my one big fantasy, I treated you badly last week, though to your credit you haven’t complained, and I`ve been a bitch over lending you to her…” indicating Joanne with a jerk of the thumb, “so I beg you, chastise me with six marks please, and your to inflict them on me here and now, but be warned ,if you don’t administer them so they leave six clear and painfully hard marks, you will suffer blue balls for a very long while, and you won`t like that I can assure you!” she added I`ve always wanted my sister to do it for me, but again today as you see, she has refused, so, six even marks both at the back and the front between shoulders and waist, and to make it easier, I will tell you when and where to strike!”
My grasp on that switch felt sweaty, here was I with one of the most beautiful women in my universe, my own wife, naked to the waist, her pert tits white in the sunlight, asking me to administer six whip marks with a hazel withy…. My mind went into meltdown…
She told Joanne take a photo as he strikes and another after, each time, I want a record, and a good one at that so don’t fuck it up…”
She went quiet her gaze steady as she patiently waited, those tempting breasts, her familiar nipples stiffly erect, her nakedness enough for me without this, she turned, still standing erect, then knelt on the grassy ground, as if to say I am yours, back straight as a ramrod and fixing her eyes on the distant boat said “across my shoulders…please…now”
Knowing I would suffer for weeks if I didn’t comply, and secretly it being one of my fantasies anyway, I took a tentative slash across her shoulders, there was no finesse about it, that first stroke and it left a red line across her shoulders, but she didn’t flinch or make any sound, just knelt and waited for her assistant to take a second photo of the mark, the first being as I swung the withy.
She told me not to tickle …. Then she leant back, her hands on her heals, her head looking skywards and said “above my tits, now” that wand descended, the thin straight branch striking the soft flesh harder than before, I could hear the shutter clicking, but my eyes were on the red welt now appearing horizontally on her upper chest
Again, she hardly had flinched, and not a sound was heard just the water quietly lapping the lake shore and our breathing,
She stood once more turning to face the lake, the two distant fishermen still oblivious of the drama onshore, as she said, “Mid back, and make it harder.” She knelt once more, and waited, I put some beef into it this time, the withy sang through the air and with a thump landed on the taught skin, another mark a livid welt appeared, she making a whimpering cry as it struck. The withy at its tip beginning to fray a little, a fact I pointed out to my victim, however to my surprise she said without changing expression “when I take the rest, it will hurt more then,” and just bent forward, lifting her skirt and presenting me with her naked backside framed by her suspender belt and the stockinged legs.
“let`s see if we can fray it some more before doing my tits” she said, “strike me when I nod and as hard as you possibly can!” stuffing her own disguarded knickers into her mouth.
I glanced at Joanne, her younger sister, knelt camera clicking away, face unmoved. me hardly believing what we were doing. She nodded. Then I with all my might swung that wand and this time instantly there came a muffled scream from my victim as a raw red welt appeared across her buttocks.
I fully expected the fishermen to have heard but neither had moved. As she slowly turned her head towards me, taking in air in deep breaths to steady herself and removing the gag which she gave me, saying, “a keepsake!” she looked at the withy, its end in tatters now, and said this time I want you to strike down my tits from my head, so the fray hit`s my nipples, the second strike to immediately follow the first, as I want a stripe down each breast finishing at my nipples and I want to be fucked hard tonight while I am still in pain… Micky… please!” who was I to refuse a lady, I agreed instantly. She kissed me, then turned to face the lake once more, then leant back so her body was arched her lovely breasts uppermost her hands flat on the ground, I took my place at her head and waited for her command, my tool stiff in my trousers as I lined up the wand for the two quick shots her upturned face gazing at me and waiting in anticipation.
The moment was an age long then she almost shouted “Do it Micky, hurt me, really hurt me…please… now!” the withy struck as if in slow motion soft tissue like a wave moved away from the invading rod, the erect nipple depressed itself into the breast, the fray caressing the nub painfully. Then the cane moved on up and away leaving first a white mark that quickly turned red in a single stripe leading straight too that nipple like a livid pointer, I had promised, so the second struck just as accurately and fast, arriving just as her body collapsed onto the grass and a blood curdling scream left her lips, as she instinctively rolled in a ball clasping her tits as if to ease her pain. It caused the two fishermen to glance our way but a friendly wave from Joanne settled them back into their worm drowning or rod watching or whatever they had as a hobby, they were luckily much too far from us to see Maggy`s writhing in the lush grass, no doubt putting the sound down to us playing… How right they were.
Maggy, soon lay back ,her body no doubt in some pain, but a fantasy of hers was fulfilled.
In a strange sort of reaction, we laughed, all three of us, like a near miss in a car accident, our reaction was laughter.
Joanne now had Maggy stand and have the marks pictured, then made her put on her bra helping her to do it up it hurting if Maggy stretched, which cause her sister to wince then came the blouse which covered all but the above breast mark across her chest. Joanne too dressed then we then began to wander along the path once more, me with the camera now and Joanne carrying the frayed rod. Strangely the onus of power seemed to have moved, both women referring to me as `sir` now and Maggy seemed to be happier since I had used her as she desired, though obviously in some discomfort. We chatted as we ambled along, Maggy not walking fast it must be said, explanating all about this strange fantasy she had had for years, and of her being the subject, with Joanne not wishing to mark her, me being more than a little in awe of her self-control and shear grit.
At the head of a knoll we found a seat, Me taking the centre, Joanne to my left and reluctantly Maggy to my right though sitting on those marked buttocks was a tender procedure.
Maggy`s father, she explained had always disciplined her and Joanne as youngsters, he had died a year or two back, and she had always missed the Friday spankings, which she said had turned her on big time, which he well knew, but being her dad he had declined to go further than a spanking, always taking mum off into the bedroom immediately after having done the deed leaving the girls “to sort themselves out!” Joanne however said that she had not found the spankings fun at all just the sex afterwards.” Laughing I asked “if Joanne had any fantasies, her sister having amazed me with hers this morning…”and laughing she said she had fulfilled one this very morning watching her sister chastised, though she couldn’t have done it herself…!” then looking a little ashamed she said that “she had a thing about asphyxia, and about pee, but had never before told anyone. She then asked me about my own fantasies…
So, I said “for my part I was happy to enjoy and when we got home to administer either of those vices, if Maggy was happy… I had long wanted to enjoy bdsm, though I had never admitted it, but till today it had not seemed something I would ever experience, but perhaps Maggy had more revelations she wanted to reveal!”
Quietly Maggy explained that to fulfil the fantasy of this morning, she still needed to be humilisted, secured and screwed hard before the pain had subsided, then she wanted to be tenderly bathed, in a warm bath, by someone who loved her.
We began to walk back then, knowing that we would not let her down, and that our shaky period was over, Joanne was now part and parcel of our world and life would be fun from here on in.
After the weekend at the hotel we drove home together pondering our stay and remembering that yesterday, we had returned to the hotel after having a walk along the lake, some would say a leisurely stroll, but my wife Maggy, who was by then in pain, might have disagreed. She had received the first part of her fantasy, to be whipped in an outdoor location, by me, and photographed by her sister Joanne.
We had returned to the hotel to continue the second part… humiliation then care and cuddles before the pain wore off even a little.
We wandered up to the reception where Dominic, a bright intelligent young man, was receptionist. Maggy was sent to collect the key, me knowing of course that her low-cut top would show him the rather prominent single welt that crossed her chest in a livid red, purple bruise.
Dominic`s eyes never left it the whole time she was with him, the shirt gaping a little, though I know not if he could see either of the other welts down each breast, but despite Maggy being suitably red faced, it took all his professional training to keep his face straight as he handed her the key. She grimaced as she lifted her arm to take our key, no doubt the movement of marked flesh against clothing causing her some extra discomfort.
She blew him a kiss of thanks and moved silently with us to the lift, leaving a confused looking receptionist a little non-plussed. We used the lift to save her the pain of the stairs, the bell hop on his way to a higher floor, joining the three of us in the thing and though nothing was said, again like the receptionist, he didn’t take his eyes from my wife`s marked chest during the whole uplifting journey.
We all fell into the room laughing, Joanne remarking “did you see the face on that boy…” Maggy chuckled, that she wondered what he would say if he saw the rest!” we laughed but the face fell when I said ”well let`s find out then!” the sisters exchanged glances while I unabashed rang the desk, spoke to Dom, and asked if the bell boy would be so kind as to fetch my wife up some cold cream or balm , to administer to the marks that he had so avidly noticed while she collected the key and if he was lucky he or the lad, could administer it as the lady couldn`t reach for herself and her sister and myself were allergic to cold creams…! ten minutes and the lad from the lift appeared accompanied by Dominic. They knocked and I let them in, saying I was sorry to have to bother them but my wife had caught herself in a bush and needed some balm, explaining that her sister and I would be in the next room if they needed any help, and that she would be compliant, or I would be less than happy, and sweeping Joanne up in my arms I strode into Joanne`s adjoining room, leaving the door ajar as we went.
Maggy as red as a post-box, stood speech-less as I called to her to “get undressed then you daft beggar, they can`t smear your body without seeing it!”
Unbeknown to her we could see what went on in the mirror on the wardrobe door in the master bedroom, Joanne and I killing ourselves laughing silently on the second bed.
Cursing me silently the lady in question removed her clothing to her waist, the boys eyes bulged as she revealed the marks, but Dom took it in his stride, dipping his fingers in the cream pot, and beginning what Maggy later described as a most sensuous massage working on her back first!
The lad though stood dumfounded, mouth open, neither knowing what to say or to do. Dominic cursing him then telling him to take over at the back he would see to the front!
Silently the lad did as bid, eyes still like organ-stops and hands trembling. My wife just stood, passive as ever, enjoying the soothing hands. Even she could see the effect it was having on both the men, so she whispered to the older man “perhaps he should sit and let the lad enjoy the job in hand, and after the lad had gone, perhaps he would stay to assist her further and do the honours with the other marks! This was agreed, and the lad duly enjoyed the soft massaging of her upper body, I suspect for the first time in his young life, it took 30 minutes, before his line manager suggested that he could return to his duties, and to tell Stephany his assistant on reception that he would return to the reception shortly! The lad, we never knew his name, left thanking Maggy as he went, an obvious wet patch on the uniform trousers!
Maggy, then had Dominic close our bedroom door, by that time however I was busily engaged with Joanne, so my interest was not as high as it might have been so whatever went on we must leave to your imagination, and Maggy`s later comment that “our Dom was well named, as he both took over, and his time! And though it was painful on her back, it was brilliant.” All I can say was that the service that evening at dinner and again at breakfast…was superb!
Anyway, we left next morning as I said and after a steady cruise we were soon home. Over tea, we talked, (before we had left, we talked but not like this,) the weekend had loosened our tongues, our inhibitions now gone, we talked, each of us now finding that we were a bunch of repressed perverts who had a lot of fantasy`s.
It was agreed that we should enjoy them, and I would write them up, for my friend Alibodge Eddy, that’s if we get enough comments
We were away on a weekend break as we had not been getting along well this last month, just one of those married spats that happen now and then, she had not been that happy, since her sister Joanne had come to stay since their mother had died, I can`t see why she was pissed off, it was her idea I shagged her sister, though after with a woman`s logic she said that I dint have too… and it would have been a compliment if I had refused saying she was enough… silly bitch, what man would refuse a pretty sister with a wife`s OK!!!!! perhaps to test my love for her …I don’t know… either way after a while she had calmed down and we had come for the weekend to build bridges so anyway, last night we had slept all three of us in the same bed, and it was now breakfast-time and she was up, so of course we would all be up and brightly she called me with a poke in the ribs.
She then had me dress, and with my recently showered and dressed companions we went to breakfast. Here she was her old self, no doubt for the benefit of the staff, enquiring if we could walk round the lake and how long it would take! The answer of 2 to 3 hours seemed to fit into her plans and encouraging her companion to drink plenty we were soon off to walk the length of the lovely lake, via our rooms to don sensible shoes and jackets and collect my camera. The day was bright sunny and warm, it being fairly early so there were few players on the greens which surrounded this end of the lake, so other than a couple of nods, and a brisk good morning, accompanied by envious looks from the golfers, we didn’t see a soul as we made our way along the woodland path.
The scenery was stunning, a bright shining lake in sparkles of reflected sun, high hills as a backdrop, and two of the most- lovely ladies imaginable, to use as models for my camera now clicking away like a typewriter…
After a while in a small clearing, Maggy suggested as we were fairly isolated here, if we were up for it, that we took a few more risqué shots, and I happily agreed, (well wouldn’t you) so we branched off the main pathway and found a much more secluded edge of the lake clearing, there was a small rowing boat way out on the water with two old boys fishing, but we reckoned they were too far off and totally engrossed so we would be gone before they could approach us if they did click on.
Unsurprisingly it was Maggy `s clothing that started to come off first, though with each removed item another click of that shutter heralded my interest, her blouse, then the bra being first! Then her panties leaving her skirt stockings and shoes. With the sun on her she was perfect! Joanne Her sister not to be outdone stripped too, and for a while we cavorted, girl on girl me taking picky after picky, till Maggy looking serious for just a moment and asked Joanne “well will you do it?”
Joanne said she would rather not, so shrugging Maggy, my sweet and not as innocent as folk think Maggy, said” then Micky must, though I so wanted it to be you…! I wondered what it was all about when Maggy explained that since being a young maid she had had a wish and it was that her sister or someone close would whip her hard, humiliate her and then someone would love her… and she had decided now was the time and if her sister wouldn’t do it, I must.
Then from her small clasp bag she took a pen-knife and to my amazement cut a hazel wand about 3 feet long, from a nearby clump, stripping the leaves and so on from it, carefully returning the blade to her bag and then taking my camera from me, handing it to Joanne, before presenting the wand to me, saying, in a voice not to be argued with, it has been my fantasy for years,” but, “she” indicating Joanne, “she wouldn’t do it for me, would you, you little bitch!” her sister said she wouldn’t want to hurt anyone, and Maggy laughed, “look I`ve let you screw with my husband, haven’t I , and you know I`ve wanted this forever, though till now I`ve never admitted it to him,[indicating me] as I wanted you to do it, as I asked you before.”
She turned to me saying “ I hoped by letting her have you I could persuade her to fulfil my one big fantasy, I treated you badly last week, though to your credit you haven’t complained, and I`ve been a bitch over lending you to her…” indicating Joanne with a jerk of the thumb, “so I beg you, chastise me with six marks please, and your to inflict them on me here and now, but be warned ,if you don’t administer them so they leave six clear and painfully hard marks, you will suffer blue balls for a very long while, and you won`t like that I can assure you!” she added I`ve always wanted my sister to do it for me, but again today as you see, she has refused, so, six even marks both at the back and the front between shoulders and waist, and to make it easier, I will tell you when and where to strike!”
My grasp on that switch felt sweaty, here was I with one of the most beautiful women in my universe, my own wife, naked to the waist, her pert tits white in the sunlight, asking me to administer six whip marks with a hazel withy…. My mind went into meltdown…
She told Joanne take a photo as he strikes and another after, each time, I want a record, and a good one at that so don’t fuck it up…”
She went quiet her gaze steady as she patiently waited, those tempting breasts, her familiar nipples stiffly erect, her nakedness enough for me without this, she turned, still standing erect, then knelt on the grassy ground, as if to say I am yours, back straight as a ramrod and fixing her eyes on the distant boat said “across my shoulders…please…now”
Knowing I would suffer for weeks if I didn’t comply, and secretly it being one of my fantasies anyway, I took a tentative slash across her shoulders, there was no finesse about it, that first stroke and it left a red line across her shoulders, but she didn’t flinch or make any sound, just knelt and waited for her assistant to take a second photo of the mark, the first being as I swung the withy.
She told me not to tickle …. Then she leant back, her hands on her heals, her head looking skywards and said “above my tits, now” that wand descended, the thin straight branch striking the soft flesh harder than before, I could hear the shutter clicking, but my eyes were on the red welt now appearing horizontally on her upper chest
Again, she hardly had flinched, and not a sound was heard just the water quietly lapping the lake shore and our breathing,
She stood once more turning to face the lake, the two distant fishermen still oblivious of the drama onshore, as she said, “Mid back, and make it harder.” She knelt once more, and waited, I put some beef into it this time, the withy sang through the air and with a thump landed on the taught skin, another mark a livid welt appeared, she making a whimpering cry as it struck. The withy at its tip beginning to fray a little, a fact I pointed out to my victim, however to my surprise she said without changing expression “when I take the rest, it will hurt more then,” and just bent forward, lifting her skirt and presenting me with her naked backside framed by her suspender belt and the stockinged legs.
“let`s see if we can fray it some more before doing my tits” she said, “strike me when I nod and as hard as you possibly can!” stuffing her own disguarded knickers into her mouth.
I glanced at Joanne, her younger sister, knelt camera clicking away, face unmoved. me hardly believing what we were doing. She nodded. Then I with all my might swung that wand and this time instantly there came a muffled scream from my victim as a raw red welt appeared across her buttocks.
I fully expected the fishermen to have heard but neither had moved. As she slowly turned her head towards me, taking in air in deep breaths to steady herself and removing the gag which she gave me, saying, “a keepsake!” she looked at the withy, its end in tatters now, and said this time I want you to strike down my tits from my head, so the fray hit`s my nipples, the second strike to immediately follow the first, as I want a stripe down each breast finishing at my nipples and I want to be fucked hard tonight while I am still in pain… Micky… please!” who was I to refuse a lady, I agreed instantly. She kissed me, then turned to face the lake once more, then leant back so her body was arched her lovely breasts uppermost her hands flat on the ground, I took my place at her head and waited for her command, my tool stiff in my trousers as I lined up the wand for the two quick shots her upturned face gazing at me and waiting in anticipation.
The moment was an age long then she almost shouted “Do it Micky, hurt me, really hurt me…please… now!” the withy struck as if in slow motion soft tissue like a wave moved away from the invading rod, the erect nipple depressed itself into the breast, the fray caressing the nub painfully. Then the cane moved on up and away leaving first a white mark that quickly turned red in a single stripe leading straight too that nipple like a livid pointer, I had promised, so the second struck just as accurately and fast, arriving just as her body collapsed onto the grass and a blood curdling scream left her lips, as she instinctively rolled in a ball clasping her tits as if to ease her pain. It caused the two fishermen to glance our way but a friendly wave from Joanne settled them back into their worm drowning or rod watching or whatever they had as a hobby, they were luckily much too far from us to see Maggy`s writhing in the lush grass, no doubt putting the sound down to us playing… How right they were.
Maggy, soon lay back ,her body no doubt in some pain, but a fantasy of hers was fulfilled.
In a strange sort of reaction, we laughed, all three of us, like a near miss in a car accident, our reaction was laughter.
Joanne now had Maggy stand and have the marks pictured, then made her put on her bra helping her to do it up it hurting if Maggy stretched, which cause her sister to wince then came the blouse which covered all but the above breast mark across her chest. Joanne too dressed then we then began to wander along the path once more, me with the camera now and Joanne carrying the frayed rod. Strangely the onus of power seemed to have moved, both women referring to me as `sir` now and Maggy seemed to be happier since I had used her as she desired, though obviously in some discomfort. We chatted as we ambled along, Maggy not walking fast it must be said, explanating all about this strange fantasy she had had for years, and of her being the subject, with Joanne not wishing to mark her, me being more than a little in awe of her self-control and shear grit.
At the head of a knoll we found a seat, Me taking the centre, Joanne to my left and reluctantly Maggy to my right though sitting on those marked buttocks was a tender procedure.
Maggy`s father, she explained had always disciplined her and Joanne as youngsters, he had died a year or two back, and she had always missed the Friday spankings, which she said had turned her on big time, which he well knew, but being her dad he had declined to go further than a spanking, always taking mum off into the bedroom immediately after having done the deed leaving the girls “to sort themselves out!” Joanne however said that she had not found the spankings fun at all just the sex afterwards.” Laughing I asked “if Joanne had any fantasies, her sister having amazed me with hers this morning…”and laughing she said she had fulfilled one this very morning watching her sister chastised, though she couldn’t have done it herself…!” then looking a little ashamed she said that “she had a thing about asphyxia, and about pee, but had never before told anyone. She then asked me about my own fantasies…
So, I said “for my part I was happy to enjoy and when we got home to administer either of those vices, if Maggy was happy… I had long wanted to enjoy bdsm, though I had never admitted it, but till today it had not seemed something I would ever experience, but perhaps Maggy had more revelations she wanted to reveal!”
Quietly Maggy explained that to fulfil the fantasy of this morning, she still needed to be humilisted, secured and screwed hard before the pain had subsided, then she wanted to be tenderly bathed, in a warm bath, by someone who loved her.
We began to walk back then, knowing that we would not let her down, and that our shaky period was over, Joanne was now part and parcel of our world and life would be fun from here on in.
After the weekend at the hotel we drove home together pondering our stay and remembering that yesterday, we had returned to the hotel after having a walk along the lake, some would say a leisurely stroll, but my wife Maggy, who was by then in pain, might have disagreed. She had received the first part of her fantasy, to be whipped in an outdoor location, by me, and photographed by her sister Joanne.
We had returned to the hotel to continue the second part… humiliation then care and cuddles before the pain wore off even a little.
We wandered up to the reception where Dominic, a bright intelligent young man, was receptionist. Maggy was sent to collect the key, me knowing of course that her low-cut top would show him the rather prominent single welt that crossed her chest in a livid red, purple bruise.
Dominic`s eyes never left it the whole time she was with him, the shirt gaping a little, though I know not if he could see either of the other welts down each breast, but despite Maggy being suitably red faced, it took all his professional training to keep his face straight as he handed her the key. She grimaced as she lifted her arm to take our key, no doubt the movement of marked flesh against clothing causing her some extra discomfort.
She blew him a kiss of thanks and moved silently with us to the lift, leaving a confused looking receptionist a little non-plussed. We used the lift to save her the pain of the stairs, the bell hop on his way to a higher floor, joining the three of us in the thing and though nothing was said, again like the receptionist, he didn’t take his eyes from my wife`s marked chest during the whole uplifting journey.
We all fell into the room laughing, Joanne remarking “did you see the face on that boy…” Maggy chuckled, that she wondered what he would say if he saw the rest!” we laughed but the face fell when I said ”well let`s find out then!” the sisters exchanged glances while I unabashed rang the desk, spoke to Dom, and asked if the bell boy would be so kind as to fetch my wife up some cold cream or balm , to administer to the marks that he had so avidly noticed while she collected the key and if he was lucky he or the lad, could administer it as the lady couldn`t reach for herself and her sister and myself were allergic to cold creams…! ten minutes and the lad from the lift appeared accompanied by Dominic. They knocked and I let them in, saying I was sorry to have to bother them but my wife had caught herself in a bush and needed some balm, explaining that her sister and I would be in the next room if they needed any help, and that she would be compliant, or I would be less than happy, and sweeping Joanne up in my arms I strode into Joanne`s adjoining room, leaving the door ajar as we went.
Maggy as red as a post-box, stood speech-less as I called to her to “get undressed then you daft beggar, they can`t smear your body without seeing it!”
Unbeknown to her we could see what went on in the mirror on the wardrobe door in the master bedroom, Joanne and I killing ourselves laughing silently on the second bed.
Cursing me silently the lady in question removed her clothing to her waist, the boys eyes bulged as she revealed the marks, but Dom took it in his stride, dipping his fingers in the cream pot, and beginning what Maggy later described as a most sensuous massage working on her back first!
The lad though stood dumfounded, mouth open, neither knowing what to say or to do. Dominic cursing him then telling him to take over at the back he would see to the front!
Silently the lad did as bid, eyes still like organ-stops and hands trembling. My wife just stood, passive as ever, enjoying the soothing hands. Even she could see the effect it was having on both the men, so she whispered to the older man “perhaps he should sit and let the lad enjoy the job in hand, and after the lad had gone, perhaps he would stay to assist her further and do the honours with the other marks! This was agreed, and the lad duly enjoyed the soft massaging of her upper body, I suspect for the first time in his young life, it took 30 minutes, before his line manager suggested that he could return to his duties, and to tell Stephany his assistant on reception that he would return to the reception shortly! The lad, we never knew his name, left thanking Maggy as he went, an obvious wet patch on the uniform trousers!
Maggy, then had Dominic close our bedroom door, by that time however I was busily engaged with Joanne, so my interest was not as high as it might have been so whatever went on we must leave to your imagination, and Maggy`s later comment that “our Dom was well named, as he both took over, and his time! And though it was painful on her back, it was brilliant.” All I can say was that the service that evening at dinner and again at breakfast…was superb!
Anyway, we left next morning as I said and after a steady cruise we were soon home. Over tea, we talked, (before we had left, we talked but not like this,) the weekend had loosened our tongues, our inhibitions now gone, we talked, each of us now finding that we were a bunch of repressed perverts who had a lot of fantasy`s.
It was agreed that we should enjoy them, and I would write them up, for my friend Alibodge Eddy, that’s if we get enough comments
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