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“Oh you bastard that fucking hurts like hell!”
“We’ll have no more of that foul language Mrs Reid, you’ve agreed to be punished and punished you shall be.”
After only the second stroke Heather Reid knew she was in trouble. A further ten was quite unthinkable, but that was what she had agreed to – twelve strokes of the tawse across her bare bottom and thighs as an alternative to being reported to senior management, an action that would almost certainly result in her dismissal. It was so unfair. She hadn’t done anything different from what she and her fellow reps had been doing for years. Everyone worked a flexible schedule – Christ her old boss Sam had once told her that she could work from the surface of the moon as far as he was concerned, provided she met the sales targets. And the claiming of expenses based on receipts, presented with her monthly form, was how it had always been done. Nobody had ever questioned any claim she’d made in the past, not until now at least. But things had changed since the take-over by Simpsons from the South of England. Much of their management team had been paid off and the sales team had been restructured. Heather now covered most of Northern Scotland with her three remaining colleagues covering the central belt between them. Which was how she found herself bent over a desk in a hotel room in Wick while her new boss, twenty-five years her junior, was applying a heavy leather belt to her ample bottom with some vigour.
She’d been completely unaware of her impending fate when she’d pick up the fresh-faced Stephen Baxter at Inverness Airport that morning. He’d been politeness personified when they’d met several clients in the city, then Dingwall and Brora before stopping for the night at their present location. It was over dinner when he’d calmly announced that he’d been checking her time sheets and expenses claims and had concluded that neither had been in order for many years. Apparently, I had been claiming excessively for mileage, meals and hotel stays, amounts which he calculated were far in excess of what could be justified for the territory I covered. While he accepted that most staff were guilty of minor exaggeration in claims, in my case he believed the amount would run to many thousands of pounds and he had no option to report his findings to senior management. I of course denied the accusations but he quickly pointed out that I had claimed to have stayed in the very hotel we now found ourselves in no less that 62 times in the past year, more than once a week and that was before taking account of holidays.
This I couldn’t deny, but my previous boss was very good at signing off my claims without question. In his late fifties, Sam normally joined me on three or four overnight stays each year and accompanied me on visits to key customers. He was only too happy to cut me some slack in return for giving me a good seeing to back in his room after dinner. I enjoyed the sex however, and Sam had a nice fat cock, which he knew how to use, so I’d been genuinely sorry to see him leave once the takeover deal was closed. I’d always submitted my monthly claims in person in Sam’s office at the end of the day. He’d sign them without question then lie back in his chair while I unzipped him and proceeded to lick him up to full erection before wanking and sucking him to a climax, always swallowing his spunk and licking his knob clean afterwards. I wasn’t stupid however, and realised that the new owners would be looking to achieve savings from the combined businesses and would scrutinise all outgoings. I hadn’t anticipated them to be quite so forensic however, and look back through all my previous expense claims for any sign of improper behaviour.
Stephen Baxter very quickly pointed out my failings and the consequences of fraudulent behaviour. Disciplinary action probably leading to dismissal. A huge stain on my career and little likelihood of a forty-eight-year-old woman securing further employment as a result. Loss of status and a lot to explain to family and friends. He was right of course – I’d fucked up big style and my best option would be to try and resign and hope they would agree to let bygones be bygones. It would be difficult for any enquiry to corroborate my misconduct without speaking to Sam, who of course was now spending most of his time in his holiday apartment in Majorca. So that’s how I played it. I offered my resignation over coffee and had it turned down flat.
A smirking Stephen explained that the company had no wish to lose my services and my sales figures were easily the best of the combined business. On the contrary, I was in a good position to attain the vacant position of Group Sales Director Scotland, the new title for Sam’s old position. Sam had spoken very highly of me, and management hoped I would take a lead role in introducing their new products to our established customers while chasing new opportunities too. Stephen explained his dilemma. Although he was the only one who had discovered my dishonesty he felt duty bound to report it, and there was no way that management would consider my promotion once aware of my crimes.
I had much to think about. Promotion to the sales director’s job would bring additional salary, status, and a lot less driving around the Highlands. I’d get to spend more time at home and might even have time to find a steady boyfriend following my divorce from Tom last year. But how was I to persuade this young upstart to abandon any attempts at disciplinary action and allow me to get on with my career? I’d nothing to lose, so I decided to use those skills that had served me so well over the years in closing contracts with reluctant procurement managers. I’d just fuck his brains out!
“There might be another way around your dilemma if you’d let me explain?”
“Do you think so Heather? And what might that be?”
“Well you could ask that young barman for a bottle of red and a couple of glasses and then we could go up to my room for a bit of a cuddle and forget all about my expenses and things.”
“I suppose I could, couldn’t I”
“But of course you could, and I could probably give you a bit of a massage and try and relive some of the tension you’re feeling.”
“Well that does sound nice. I’ll just grab that barman”
“Good boy. And I hope you’re feeling fit Stephen, because I’m needing a good workout.”
“Oh well I’m sure I can organise that for you.”
It was like shelling peas, and I soon had him up in my room where I drew the blinds and told him to sit on the bed. I sat down beside him and without breaking eye contact reached across and squeezed his cock through his trousers.
“Goodness Stephen, you do feel like a big boy. I think I’m going to enjoy this”
“I’m not so sure you will Heather. You see this is all very nice and I’m sure I’m going to enjoy riding you just shortly, but I’m still your boss and do require to be respected as such. You have been extremely dishonest over a significant period and I certainly won’t be able to overlook your crimes and recommend you for promotion without you enduring some form of punishment. Do you understand?”
“I’m not sure I do – what exactly was it you had in mind?”
“Very simple Heather. I’m going to take you across my lap and give you a good hiding. A long hard spanking followed by a dozen stokes of the belt while you’re bent over that desk. What do you have to say about that?”
“I think you’re bloody mad, that’s what I think”
“Perhaps I am, but it’s the only way you are going to hold onto your job.”
I tried to reason with him but in the end, it was useless. He had all the cards and unless I told him to stuff his job I was going over his knee, end of story. Resigned to my fate I reluctantly agreed to take a punishment from him but begged him to go easy on me as I had never been spanked as a grown up.
“Out of the question Heather. Serious crimes deserve serious punishment and I’ll be showing you no mercy on this or any other occasion I chose to discipline you.”
Stephen pulled the chair out from the desk and turned it to face the bed. He removed his jacket and hung it over the back of the chair. He also removed his tie before taking a seat.
“Right Heather – get your arse over here and stand beside me. That’s it. Now get your skirt up and then get across my lap. Come on get it right up so I can see your bottom.”
I struggled to get my skirt up over my hips – it would have been much easier to undo the zip and slip it down my legs, but although I’d asked Stephen up the stairs for a good fucking, I’d now changed my mind and didn’t want to encourage him. No sooner had I managed to raise my skirt than he was pulling me down across his lap. My tits were resting on his left leg and I was almost kneeling on the carpet. Reaching back, he forced his hand between my legs and hooked it around my fanny before heaving me right over his lap until my face was almost touching the floor and my bottom was pointing straight up. I tried to push myself up from the floor but I got two heavy slaps on the back of my thighs and was ordered to stay where I was. My spanking then commenced in earnest across my black tights which as usual I wore over my very practical white M&S, medium control, leg and waist cincher. Had I thought for a moment they’d receive this level of attention I’d have made sure I’d worn something a lot more appealing, but one’s underwear on these sorts of trips tends to be chosen more with comfort in mind rather than the titillation of any chaps one might meet. Likewise, my footwear, which was usually black leather fashion boots at this time of year, with only a moderate heel – practical if perhaps not particularly sexy, but there were few opportunities this far north and it was better to be nice and warm rather than have your cunt frozen off in your stockings and flimsies. That was all very well for a girl’s night out in Glasgow but on the early flight to Shetland In January it was way beyond the call of duty! So, I took some comfort from the suitability of my attire for this sudden onslaught, but I could certainly still feel the benefit of Stephens efforts on my bottom. He was now laying them on very smartly, and with metronomic regularity, and the underside of my arse-cheeks in particular was becoming very tender indeed. My thighs weren’t to be spared either, and although my shape-wear extended perhaps four or five inches down my legs, there was scant protection from the regular flurries of stingy slaps that Stephen chose to deploy there. Perhaps it was two minutes, certainly not three, but after well over a hundred firm blows he suddenly stopped with his hand resting on my thigh. I was fighting back the tears, trying to display what little dignity you can with your arse on fire and pointing at the ceiling. I was ordered onto my feet and told to stand with my hands on my head which I did. My legs were visibly shaking and my mascara had run onto my cheeks but Stephen was stroking my bottom and grinning widely.
“Well then Heather I hope you now appreciate the scale of your misdemeanours and also my commitment to doing something about them! We shall now proceed to the next stage in the proceedings which will be pretty much the same again, but this time without the protection of what I would describe as your quite ample underwear covering your more than ample bottom.”
My cheeks burned with embarrassment at the cheeky young sod’s remarks, but I held up my skirt as ordered while he peeled down my tights to the top of my boots. He had some difficulty with my pants however as the idiot was trying to remove them by pulling the hems of the legs down and of course with the stretchy material, and its grip on my “ample bottom”, all he was managing to do was stretch the legs. It was much easier to grab the waistband and pull it down, turning the garment inside out down my thighs, the normal procedure when I went for a pee, but there was an alternative.
“Look Stephen I think I’ve had enough, but if I must have more, then just leave my pants up and get on with it. You’ve no business taking them down and my bottom’s already very sore.”
“I certainly hope so after your disgraceful behaviour, but your pants will be coming down and we’ll have no such nonsense about whether it’s my business – you should have thought about that when you were swindling this business with fraudulent claims – you are very fortunate I’ve decided not to get the police involved, so get those pants down now and be quick about it!”
I was quite shocked at his outburst and he was no longer smiling – rather an impatient scowl instead as he pointed his finger downwards. I was deeply embarrassed and I needed to pee but he shook his head when I asked to go to the loo, quietly telling me again to get my pants down and get back across his knee. He held my hand for a minute before speaking softly.
“I’m sorry Heather I shouldn’t have shouted but I must insist you do as you’re told and show me some respect. You’ve been a very naughty girl and you must take your punishment. Now would you please take your pants down and get across my knee and we can get this part over with.”
My face was still burning but I slowly rolled them down over my bottom, inverting them onto my thighs and revealing my hairy bush at the same time. Needing to gain at least some control I stood with my hands on my hips and pushed my mound and tits forward, trying to look as dignified as anyone can with their tights and knickers down. Stephen licked his lips and then took my hand again and helped me down over his lap. This time he grabbed my pants and used them to hoick me up over his legs in to his favoured position with my face near the carpet and my arse displayed to him. Only this time it was my bare arse, and once he’d pushed my legs apart, he had all my womanly charms on display to him. This second part of my spanking was much more measured. He’d give me six or more quite hard spanks on the same spot before gently rubbing and massaging my whole bottom for up to a minute. Then I’d get another six on a different part but always followed by this gentle massaging of my cheeks and thighs which after a while was extended to the area around my lips. This went on for a good fifteen minutes or so by which time my arse was quite numb and not really registering the pain anymore, but my fanny was running like a tap, such was my arousal, and when Stephen’s fingers inevitably reached my clit I was coming strongly within seconds. As I came down after a most intense orgasm Stephen rolled me over on his thighs until I was lying across them on my back before bending my legs back onto my chest. He used my juices to lube up his forefinger before pushing it into my arsehole. He then used his thumb to work on my clit and with his free hand he managed to unbutton my blouse, although I had to help him get my tits out above my bra. He now pinched my nipples and redoubled his efforts on my clit and in less than a minute he had worked me up to a second wonderful climax. I must have looked a right mess with my legs up and my tits out, my hairy fanny lewdly displayed before him.
Once I’d calmed down he took advantage of my position and gave me twenty hard spanks on my bottom and which felt quite different now with the target area stretched much tighter than before. Stephen then stood up, lifting me in his arms and carried me to the bed where he positioned me with my bottom resting on the foot of the bed. He pushed my legs back as before and told me to keep them there. I then watched him take off his socks and shoes and his trousers too, before turning to his briefcase which he had left on the dressing table. He opened it and removed a packet of condoms, and after selecting one he moved over to the bed beside me. He was wearing a pair of black boxer shorts which were well tented out by the promising erection within. He certainly looked a fit lad, a bit skinny, but very young looking, and with only the slightest wisps of ginger hair showing just above his sternum. Likewise, when he pulled down his boxers there was only the slightest fringe of ginger pubes on the topside of his cock and his balls were completely clean. They were also tightly pulled up against his cock, which in my experience was a sure sign they were ready to discharge sperm very soon indeed. As he was opening the packet I pushed myself up and leant forward reaching out to him, grabbing his cock in my right hand and cupping his balls with my left. I slipped down onto my knees and took his cock into my mouth and started to suck and lick his knob while all the time stroking his balls. He started to thrust into my mouth but I kept my hand clasped around his dick to prevent him giving me the whole thing. I lubed up my forefinger in my honeypot, and as I pushed the tip into his arsehole he shouted out and came heavily, spraying my throat and then my face with his spunk. He was a bit unsteady on his feet but I held him still and cleaned him up before taking the condom from the packet and rolling it over his knob. I rolled it right down and then stretched the band back until it encapsulated his scrotum too. He howled in discomfort as I gave his supersensitive plumb a squeeze.
“Well Stephen, that was quite a performance. I thought I’d just take your first come now, as it’s a good hard ride I’m needing, and I didn’t want you going off when I’m only half-cocked so to speak. So, I’m going to lean on the bed here with my arse up in the air and I want you to get your cock up my cunt and give it a good fucking – do you hear me?”
“All in good time Heather dear. I think you’re forgetting it’s myself that’s in charge here and if you recall, I did promise you a good belting as part of your punishment. I just couldn’t face letting you down by omitting to do so. If you’ll just hold exactly that position I’ll fetch my strap.”
His cock was still quite rigid and it swayed from side to side as he walked over to the dressing table and opened his briefcase again. I couldn’t quite see what he retrieved from the case until he turned around. He was now holding a heavy brown leather tawse which was curved upwards between his hands. Being a Scots lass, and not a very well behaved one, meant I’d had some previous experience of the tawse while at school. I had often felt it’s fearsome sting on my hands when being belted by male and female teachers for whatever misdemeanour I was guilty of. However, I had never ever felt it across my arse before and my stomach was doing summersaults at the prospect. Stephen positioned himself to my left-hand side as I was bent towards the bed and rested the tawse against my bottom. He used the leather to stroke my bottom up and down as he measured the distance and composed himself for the first stroke.
“I think you’ll find my tawse an excellent way for us to get to know one another and especially the bit about who’s in charge here. I’m going to give you a dozen hard strokes Heather, 9 across your bare bottom and a further 3 across the backs of your thighs. I’ll just slip these granny pants down a bit further as we don’t want these plump thighs getting any protection they don’t deserve. That’s better. We can now see the full target, so to speak.”
He cracked the first one in shortly after, across the middle of my rump and very hard. I stretched up onto my tip-toes to manage the pain but the second came in right on the back of the first, and this time half way down the backs of my thighs which had remained untouched until now.
“Oh you bastard that fucking hurts like hell!”
“We’ll have no more of that foul language Mrs Reid, you’ve agreed to be punished and punished you shall be.”
Numbers three and four followed, both applied just as hard and both to the backs of my thighs again, although number four was really in the crease below my bottom, and the upper edge of the tawse had just caught the bottom edge of my arse cheeks. I was screaming out by this stage, the pain was so intense, and I begged Stephen to show mercy.
“For fucks sake Stephen - not so bloody hard!
“The punishment must fit the crime Heather and I’m dammed if I’m letting you off with a hand spanking and a blow job. I’m going to give you another dozen and then it’s your arsehole I’ll be having, make no mistake!”
And that’s how it came to pass. I did indeed get a further dozen, most of them on my backside but a couple more across my thighs too. Not only that, but after the tawse he had me back over his knee for a final “warm down” hand spanking which was a full two minutes of peppering my excruciatingly painful bottom with some heavy cupped hand spanks. True to his word, after my spanking he produced a bottle of lube from his case and spread it liberally around my arse hole and coated his cock before mounting my sphincter from behind. I made a hell of a fuss at first but I actually enjoy it up the arse, and after a minute or two I was urging him on to ride me harder.
“Come on you fucker, ride me harder with that big cock – go on – fuck my arse – come on –harder you bastard!”
It seemed to get him there and within seconds he was spunking up my arsehole for all he was worth. I wasn’t quite there yet, but I reached back and gave my clitty a good rub while he spunked me and then I was cumming hard and squeezing his cock with my vaiginal muscles, wringing every last drop of spunk from his dick. My arse still hurt like hell and would be bruised for at least a week but he’d given me the good ride I’d needed and there would be plenty time for a repeat performance before we headed back down south the following day.
Stephen got up from the bed and walked across to the en-suite for a piss before returning to the bed and lying beside me. Even flaccid he had a pretty impressive package hanging between his legs and I could feel my cunt starting to juice again, the way one’s does when it needs some attention. As he’d walked away from me I also noticed something which I might be able to use to my advantage and gain the high ground for the foreseeable future. I rolled over on my back and spread my legs wide open, smiling at my young lover as a plan began to form in my mind.
“Right Stephen, my arse has had quite enough attention for one day and is off limits for the rest of your trip, no matter what you threaten me with. On the other hand my clit is feeling quite left out of things and a gentleman would now ensure that it was fully stimulated, both orally and then with a gentle fucking with that big dick of yours. Come on now get down there and start licking! Three comes for me and then you can ride it!”
I placed my hands on the back of his head and closed my eyes as he started to lap at my clit. I hadn’t worked out the fine detail yet but his would be a very painful bottom on the plane back to London if I got my way tomorrow!
“We’ll have no more of that foul language Mrs Reid, you’ve agreed to be punished and punished you shall be.”
After only the second stroke Heather Reid knew she was in trouble. A further ten was quite unthinkable, but that was what she had agreed to – twelve strokes of the tawse across her bare bottom and thighs as an alternative to being reported to senior management, an action that would almost certainly result in her dismissal. It was so unfair. She hadn’t done anything different from what she and her fellow reps had been doing for years. Everyone worked a flexible schedule – Christ her old boss Sam had once told her that she could work from the surface of the moon as far as he was concerned, provided she met the sales targets. And the claiming of expenses based on receipts, presented with her monthly form, was how it had always been done. Nobody had ever questioned any claim she’d made in the past, not until now at least. But things had changed since the take-over by Simpsons from the South of England. Much of their management team had been paid off and the sales team had been restructured. Heather now covered most of Northern Scotland with her three remaining colleagues covering the central belt between them. Which was how she found herself bent over a desk in a hotel room in Wick while her new boss, twenty-five years her junior, was applying a heavy leather belt to her ample bottom with some vigour.
She’d been completely unaware of her impending fate when she’d pick up the fresh-faced Stephen Baxter at Inverness Airport that morning. He’d been politeness personified when they’d met several clients in the city, then Dingwall and Brora before stopping for the night at their present location. It was over dinner when he’d calmly announced that he’d been checking her time sheets and expenses claims and had concluded that neither had been in order for many years. Apparently, I had been claiming excessively for mileage, meals and hotel stays, amounts which he calculated were far in excess of what could be justified for the territory I covered. While he accepted that most staff were guilty of minor exaggeration in claims, in my case he believed the amount would run to many thousands of pounds and he had no option to report his findings to senior management. I of course denied the accusations but he quickly pointed out that I had claimed to have stayed in the very hotel we now found ourselves in no less that 62 times in the past year, more than once a week and that was before taking account of holidays.
This I couldn’t deny, but my previous boss was very good at signing off my claims without question. In his late fifties, Sam normally joined me on three or four overnight stays each year and accompanied me on visits to key customers. He was only too happy to cut me some slack in return for giving me a good seeing to back in his room after dinner. I enjoyed the sex however, and Sam had a nice fat cock, which he knew how to use, so I’d been genuinely sorry to see him leave once the takeover deal was closed. I’d always submitted my monthly claims in person in Sam’s office at the end of the day. He’d sign them without question then lie back in his chair while I unzipped him and proceeded to lick him up to full erection before wanking and sucking him to a climax, always swallowing his spunk and licking his knob clean afterwards. I wasn’t stupid however, and realised that the new owners would be looking to achieve savings from the combined businesses and would scrutinise all outgoings. I hadn’t anticipated them to be quite so forensic however, and look back through all my previous expense claims for any sign of improper behaviour.
Stephen Baxter very quickly pointed out my failings and the consequences of fraudulent behaviour. Disciplinary action probably leading to dismissal. A huge stain on my career and little likelihood of a forty-eight-year-old woman securing further employment as a result. Loss of status and a lot to explain to family and friends. He was right of course – I’d fucked up big style and my best option would be to try and resign and hope they would agree to let bygones be bygones. It would be difficult for any enquiry to corroborate my misconduct without speaking to Sam, who of course was now spending most of his time in his holiday apartment in Majorca. So that’s how I played it. I offered my resignation over coffee and had it turned down flat.
A smirking Stephen explained that the company had no wish to lose my services and my sales figures were easily the best of the combined business. On the contrary, I was in a good position to attain the vacant position of Group Sales Director Scotland, the new title for Sam’s old position. Sam had spoken very highly of me, and management hoped I would take a lead role in introducing their new products to our established customers while chasing new opportunities too. Stephen explained his dilemma. Although he was the only one who had discovered my dishonesty he felt duty bound to report it, and there was no way that management would consider my promotion once aware of my crimes.
I had much to think about. Promotion to the sales director’s job would bring additional salary, status, and a lot less driving around the Highlands. I’d get to spend more time at home and might even have time to find a steady boyfriend following my divorce from Tom last year. But how was I to persuade this young upstart to abandon any attempts at disciplinary action and allow me to get on with my career? I’d nothing to lose, so I decided to use those skills that had served me so well over the years in closing contracts with reluctant procurement managers. I’d just fuck his brains out!
“There might be another way around your dilemma if you’d let me explain?”
“Do you think so Heather? And what might that be?”
“Well you could ask that young barman for a bottle of red and a couple of glasses and then we could go up to my room for a bit of a cuddle and forget all about my expenses and things.”
“I suppose I could, couldn’t I”
“But of course you could, and I could probably give you a bit of a massage and try and relive some of the tension you’re feeling.”
“Well that does sound nice. I’ll just grab that barman”
“Good boy. And I hope you’re feeling fit Stephen, because I’m needing a good workout.”
“Oh well I’m sure I can organise that for you.”
It was like shelling peas, and I soon had him up in my room where I drew the blinds and told him to sit on the bed. I sat down beside him and without breaking eye contact reached across and squeezed his cock through his trousers.
“Goodness Stephen, you do feel like a big boy. I think I’m going to enjoy this”
“I’m not so sure you will Heather. You see this is all very nice and I’m sure I’m going to enjoy riding you just shortly, but I’m still your boss and do require to be respected as such. You have been extremely dishonest over a significant period and I certainly won’t be able to overlook your crimes and recommend you for promotion without you enduring some form of punishment. Do you understand?”
“I’m not sure I do – what exactly was it you had in mind?”
“Very simple Heather. I’m going to take you across my lap and give you a good hiding. A long hard spanking followed by a dozen stokes of the belt while you’re bent over that desk. What do you have to say about that?”
“I think you’re bloody mad, that’s what I think”
“Perhaps I am, but it’s the only way you are going to hold onto your job.”
I tried to reason with him but in the end, it was useless. He had all the cards and unless I told him to stuff his job I was going over his knee, end of story. Resigned to my fate I reluctantly agreed to take a punishment from him but begged him to go easy on me as I had never been spanked as a grown up.
“Out of the question Heather. Serious crimes deserve serious punishment and I’ll be showing you no mercy on this or any other occasion I chose to discipline you.”
Stephen pulled the chair out from the desk and turned it to face the bed. He removed his jacket and hung it over the back of the chair. He also removed his tie before taking a seat.
“Right Heather – get your arse over here and stand beside me. That’s it. Now get your skirt up and then get across my lap. Come on get it right up so I can see your bottom.”
I struggled to get my skirt up over my hips – it would have been much easier to undo the zip and slip it down my legs, but although I’d asked Stephen up the stairs for a good fucking, I’d now changed my mind and didn’t want to encourage him. No sooner had I managed to raise my skirt than he was pulling me down across his lap. My tits were resting on his left leg and I was almost kneeling on the carpet. Reaching back, he forced his hand between my legs and hooked it around my fanny before heaving me right over his lap until my face was almost touching the floor and my bottom was pointing straight up. I tried to push myself up from the floor but I got two heavy slaps on the back of my thighs and was ordered to stay where I was. My spanking then commenced in earnest across my black tights which as usual I wore over my very practical white M&S, medium control, leg and waist cincher. Had I thought for a moment they’d receive this level of attention I’d have made sure I’d worn something a lot more appealing, but one’s underwear on these sorts of trips tends to be chosen more with comfort in mind rather than the titillation of any chaps one might meet. Likewise, my footwear, which was usually black leather fashion boots at this time of year, with only a moderate heel – practical if perhaps not particularly sexy, but there were few opportunities this far north and it was better to be nice and warm rather than have your cunt frozen off in your stockings and flimsies. That was all very well for a girl’s night out in Glasgow but on the early flight to Shetland In January it was way beyond the call of duty! So, I took some comfort from the suitability of my attire for this sudden onslaught, but I could certainly still feel the benefit of Stephens efforts on my bottom. He was now laying them on very smartly, and with metronomic regularity, and the underside of my arse-cheeks in particular was becoming very tender indeed. My thighs weren’t to be spared either, and although my shape-wear extended perhaps four or five inches down my legs, there was scant protection from the regular flurries of stingy slaps that Stephen chose to deploy there. Perhaps it was two minutes, certainly not three, but after well over a hundred firm blows he suddenly stopped with his hand resting on my thigh. I was fighting back the tears, trying to display what little dignity you can with your arse on fire and pointing at the ceiling. I was ordered onto my feet and told to stand with my hands on my head which I did. My legs were visibly shaking and my mascara had run onto my cheeks but Stephen was stroking my bottom and grinning widely.
“Well then Heather I hope you now appreciate the scale of your misdemeanours and also my commitment to doing something about them! We shall now proceed to the next stage in the proceedings which will be pretty much the same again, but this time without the protection of what I would describe as your quite ample underwear covering your more than ample bottom.”
My cheeks burned with embarrassment at the cheeky young sod’s remarks, but I held up my skirt as ordered while he peeled down my tights to the top of my boots. He had some difficulty with my pants however as the idiot was trying to remove them by pulling the hems of the legs down and of course with the stretchy material, and its grip on my “ample bottom”, all he was managing to do was stretch the legs. It was much easier to grab the waistband and pull it down, turning the garment inside out down my thighs, the normal procedure when I went for a pee, but there was an alternative.
“Look Stephen I think I’ve had enough, but if I must have more, then just leave my pants up and get on with it. You’ve no business taking them down and my bottom’s already very sore.”
“I certainly hope so after your disgraceful behaviour, but your pants will be coming down and we’ll have no such nonsense about whether it’s my business – you should have thought about that when you were swindling this business with fraudulent claims – you are very fortunate I’ve decided not to get the police involved, so get those pants down now and be quick about it!”
I was quite shocked at his outburst and he was no longer smiling – rather an impatient scowl instead as he pointed his finger downwards. I was deeply embarrassed and I needed to pee but he shook his head when I asked to go to the loo, quietly telling me again to get my pants down and get back across his knee. He held my hand for a minute before speaking softly.
“I’m sorry Heather I shouldn’t have shouted but I must insist you do as you’re told and show me some respect. You’ve been a very naughty girl and you must take your punishment. Now would you please take your pants down and get across my knee and we can get this part over with.”
My face was still burning but I slowly rolled them down over my bottom, inverting them onto my thighs and revealing my hairy bush at the same time. Needing to gain at least some control I stood with my hands on my hips and pushed my mound and tits forward, trying to look as dignified as anyone can with their tights and knickers down. Stephen licked his lips and then took my hand again and helped me down over his lap. This time he grabbed my pants and used them to hoick me up over his legs in to his favoured position with my face near the carpet and my arse displayed to him. Only this time it was my bare arse, and once he’d pushed my legs apart, he had all my womanly charms on display to him. This second part of my spanking was much more measured. He’d give me six or more quite hard spanks on the same spot before gently rubbing and massaging my whole bottom for up to a minute. Then I’d get another six on a different part but always followed by this gentle massaging of my cheeks and thighs which after a while was extended to the area around my lips. This went on for a good fifteen minutes or so by which time my arse was quite numb and not really registering the pain anymore, but my fanny was running like a tap, such was my arousal, and when Stephen’s fingers inevitably reached my clit I was coming strongly within seconds. As I came down after a most intense orgasm Stephen rolled me over on his thighs until I was lying across them on my back before bending my legs back onto my chest. He used my juices to lube up his forefinger before pushing it into my arsehole. He then used his thumb to work on my clit and with his free hand he managed to unbutton my blouse, although I had to help him get my tits out above my bra. He now pinched my nipples and redoubled his efforts on my clit and in less than a minute he had worked me up to a second wonderful climax. I must have looked a right mess with my legs up and my tits out, my hairy fanny lewdly displayed before him.
Once I’d calmed down he took advantage of my position and gave me twenty hard spanks on my bottom and which felt quite different now with the target area stretched much tighter than before. Stephen then stood up, lifting me in his arms and carried me to the bed where he positioned me with my bottom resting on the foot of the bed. He pushed my legs back as before and told me to keep them there. I then watched him take off his socks and shoes and his trousers too, before turning to his briefcase which he had left on the dressing table. He opened it and removed a packet of condoms, and after selecting one he moved over to the bed beside me. He was wearing a pair of black boxer shorts which were well tented out by the promising erection within. He certainly looked a fit lad, a bit skinny, but very young looking, and with only the slightest wisps of ginger hair showing just above his sternum. Likewise, when he pulled down his boxers there was only the slightest fringe of ginger pubes on the topside of his cock and his balls were completely clean. They were also tightly pulled up against his cock, which in my experience was a sure sign they were ready to discharge sperm very soon indeed. As he was opening the packet I pushed myself up and leant forward reaching out to him, grabbing his cock in my right hand and cupping his balls with my left. I slipped down onto my knees and took his cock into my mouth and started to suck and lick his knob while all the time stroking his balls. He started to thrust into my mouth but I kept my hand clasped around his dick to prevent him giving me the whole thing. I lubed up my forefinger in my honeypot, and as I pushed the tip into his arsehole he shouted out and came heavily, spraying my throat and then my face with his spunk. He was a bit unsteady on his feet but I held him still and cleaned him up before taking the condom from the packet and rolling it over his knob. I rolled it right down and then stretched the band back until it encapsulated his scrotum too. He howled in discomfort as I gave his supersensitive plumb a squeeze.
“Well Stephen, that was quite a performance. I thought I’d just take your first come now, as it’s a good hard ride I’m needing, and I didn’t want you going off when I’m only half-cocked so to speak. So, I’m going to lean on the bed here with my arse up in the air and I want you to get your cock up my cunt and give it a good fucking – do you hear me?”
“All in good time Heather dear. I think you’re forgetting it’s myself that’s in charge here and if you recall, I did promise you a good belting as part of your punishment. I just couldn’t face letting you down by omitting to do so. If you’ll just hold exactly that position I’ll fetch my strap.”
His cock was still quite rigid and it swayed from side to side as he walked over to the dressing table and opened his briefcase again. I couldn’t quite see what he retrieved from the case until he turned around. He was now holding a heavy brown leather tawse which was curved upwards between his hands. Being a Scots lass, and not a very well behaved one, meant I’d had some previous experience of the tawse while at school. I had often felt it’s fearsome sting on my hands when being belted by male and female teachers for whatever misdemeanour I was guilty of. However, I had never ever felt it across my arse before and my stomach was doing summersaults at the prospect. Stephen positioned himself to my left-hand side as I was bent towards the bed and rested the tawse against my bottom. He used the leather to stroke my bottom up and down as he measured the distance and composed himself for the first stroke.
“I think you’ll find my tawse an excellent way for us to get to know one another and especially the bit about who’s in charge here. I’m going to give you a dozen hard strokes Heather, 9 across your bare bottom and a further 3 across the backs of your thighs. I’ll just slip these granny pants down a bit further as we don’t want these plump thighs getting any protection they don’t deserve. That’s better. We can now see the full target, so to speak.”
He cracked the first one in shortly after, across the middle of my rump and very hard. I stretched up onto my tip-toes to manage the pain but the second came in right on the back of the first, and this time half way down the backs of my thighs which had remained untouched until now.
“Oh you bastard that fucking hurts like hell!”
“We’ll have no more of that foul language Mrs Reid, you’ve agreed to be punished and punished you shall be.”
Numbers three and four followed, both applied just as hard and both to the backs of my thighs again, although number four was really in the crease below my bottom, and the upper edge of the tawse had just caught the bottom edge of my arse cheeks. I was screaming out by this stage, the pain was so intense, and I begged Stephen to show mercy.
“For fucks sake Stephen - not so bloody hard!
“The punishment must fit the crime Heather and I’m dammed if I’m letting you off with a hand spanking and a blow job. I’m going to give you another dozen and then it’s your arsehole I’ll be having, make no mistake!”
And that’s how it came to pass. I did indeed get a further dozen, most of them on my backside but a couple more across my thighs too. Not only that, but after the tawse he had me back over his knee for a final “warm down” hand spanking which was a full two minutes of peppering my excruciatingly painful bottom with some heavy cupped hand spanks. True to his word, after my spanking he produced a bottle of lube from his case and spread it liberally around my arse hole and coated his cock before mounting my sphincter from behind. I made a hell of a fuss at first but I actually enjoy it up the arse, and after a minute or two I was urging him on to ride me harder.
“Come on you fucker, ride me harder with that big cock – go on – fuck my arse – come on –harder you bastard!”
It seemed to get him there and within seconds he was spunking up my arsehole for all he was worth. I wasn’t quite there yet, but I reached back and gave my clitty a good rub while he spunked me and then I was cumming hard and squeezing his cock with my vaiginal muscles, wringing every last drop of spunk from his dick. My arse still hurt like hell and would be bruised for at least a week but he’d given me the good ride I’d needed and there would be plenty time for a repeat performance before we headed back down south the following day.
Stephen got up from the bed and walked across to the en-suite for a piss before returning to the bed and lying beside me. Even flaccid he had a pretty impressive package hanging between his legs and I could feel my cunt starting to juice again, the way one’s does when it needs some attention. As he’d walked away from me I also noticed something which I might be able to use to my advantage and gain the high ground for the foreseeable future. I rolled over on my back and spread my legs wide open, smiling at my young lover as a plan began to form in my mind.
“Right Stephen, my arse has had quite enough attention for one day and is off limits for the rest of your trip, no matter what you threaten me with. On the other hand my clit is feeling quite left out of things and a gentleman would now ensure that it was fully stimulated, both orally and then with a gentle fucking with that big dick of yours. Come on now get down there and start licking! Three comes for me and then you can ride it!”
I placed my hands on the back of his head and closed my eyes as he started to lap at my clit. I hadn’t worked out the fine detail yet but his would be a very painful bottom on the plane back to London if I got my way tomorrow!
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