Meg And I Went For A Walk And Then
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My wife and I wrote this story as a joint effort. Like some stories, thereis an element of fact, and a huge amount of journalist licence.
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My wife and I are busy professionals with children who find it difficult toget away on holiday breaks, even for short periods of time, but when we dowe misbehave a treat and dine out on the memories. Over our recent Xmas summerbreak we had a great four days of submission, spanking and fantasy role-play,which hopefully some readers might enjoy.
As tends to be the case, I often have a hand in orchestrating our major spankingescapades, and over the past year they have also involved one of my wife'sbest friends, Faye. Meg regards Faye as something of a mentor to her. For amonth or so prior to the holidays Faye and I chatted on a number of occasions,without Meg's knowledge, planning what erotic havoc we could inflict on Megover the holidays. Finally we agreed on the basic details. My wife, Meg, ofcourse would have no advance knowledge of anything.
Once Xmas was celebrated, and the kids safely shipped off to their best friendshouses, Meg and I set off on a nine day holiday at a cottage we had rentedon a lake. The cottage was relatively secluded, which suited us just fine.When we arrived we quickly settled into the holiday mode, lazing in the sun,swimming, and plenty of reading. Unbeknown to Meg, I had planned with Fayefor the first five days of the holiday for Meg and I to be free of our deviouslittle plans to give the two of us a chance to relax and unwind. During thesefirst five days I could tell Meg was suspicious. She knows me well, and shewas pretty sure I would not miss an occasion like this to plan something forher. I can tell you, it is a real burden being your wife's SSSPC (Secret SexualSpanking Planning Coordinator). Tough job but the rewards are priceless.
After five days of relaxation in the sun, with wining and dining in the evening,Meg seemed to have dropped her suspicions and was focused on enjoying the holiday.
She was lying in the sun on the porch of the cottage listening to her walkmanand did not hear the car pull up. I knew Faye was due late afternoon and hadbeen keeping an eye out for her to ensure she found our cottage okay. As Fayewalked around to the porch I couldn't suppress a broad smile. The real funwas about to begin.
Faye was standing beside Meg before she was noticed. Meg jumped up and gaveher good friend a hug and didn't even enquire as to why she was there. As thetwo ladies disappeared inside Meg gave me an excited look over her shoulder.She was full of anticipation, and we were not about to disappoint her.
I followed them inside and made coffee while the ladies caught up on theirgossip.
Eventually Faye looked over to me and I sat down beside her, resting my handon her shoulder. Meg was opposite us across the dining table. The conversationinstantly died, and I couldn't help notice Megs adam apple bobbing up and downnervously. She knew her conventional holiday was about to take a twist, andwas obviously experiencing the delicious mix of excitement and nervousnessthat she enjoys so much.
I broke the silence. ?Listen to me little Meg. Faye and I, as your lovingparents, think you are a gorgeous little girl. But as you blossom into a younglady there are aspects of your behaviour that concern us. Because of our love,your parents have set aside the last four days of their holiday to provideyou with the training and discipline you need to fulfil your potential.?
Meg's jaw hung open, and her eyes were wide. Despite her 38 years, she hada delightful innocence that could make her pass for someone younger. Meg haslovely pert, firm breasts, slimly framed, and a firm round butt just made forspanking.
I should explain at this point that on a number of occasions in the past Meghas asked me to spank her while talking to her like a naughty child. It isone of her favourite fantasies. This gave me the idea of Faye and I becomingher parents, and the plan over the next four days was to treat her as our daughter.
I continued, ?Now thank your Mummy and Daddy for making such a huge sacrifice?
Meg looked down at the table, with her hands fidgeting in her lap. She respondedin a quiet voice ?Thank you mummy, thank you Daddy. I know I can be a naughtygirl. How are you going to train and discipline me??
Much to my intense relief, it was clear Meg was already slipping into herrole, and I was pretty sure she was going to really enjoy the next four days.
?Don't you worry about that my little darling?, I responded, ?you will findout in good time?.
?Now, as a special surprise, Mummy has brought you a new present?, spoke Fayein a matronly voice. ?I want you to put it on now and you are to wear it allthe time during the day unless mummy and daddy give you permission to changeinto something else?.
Meg's eyes lit up when she saw it was a new bikini, and excitedly turned togo into our bedroom to change.
?Where are you going young lady??
?To change Mummy?, Meg responded with those big innocent eyes.
?Don't be a silly little thing. Mummy and Daddy see you with no clothes onall the time. You can get changed here while your parents finish their coffees.?
Bashfully Meg stood beside us and removed her tee shirt and bikini panties,while Faye and I chatted like the happily married couple. Just as Meg reachedover to pick up her new bikini from the table Faye snatched it away.
?Don't be in such a hurry my little one. Mummy hasn't seen you for such along time. Let me see what a lovely young lady my little girl is becoming?.
With that Faye grabbed Meg by the wrist and turned her to face us. InstinctivelyMeg placed her hand in front of her pubic area.
?Don't be silly, put your hands by your side. Put your shoulders back andbe proud to be a young lady?.
Meg arched her shoulders back, delightfully pushing her pert breasts forward.Her nipples were already hard and pointed. She was standing less than a coupleof feet in front of me and I had to fight a strong urge to take those nipplesin my mouth.
?My oh my, how my little girl has developed. Look at those lovely breastsand beautiful erect nipples?.
Following Faye's cue, we both reached out and rubbed the back of our handsover her nipples, then squeezed them in our fingers. Meg let out a sigh andher knees seemed to buckle slightly. We continued to manipulate her nipplesand they were as hard as pebbles. Her cheeks and neck were flushed in delightfulrouge.
?Why don't you open your legs so Mummy and Daddy can get a good look at yourlittle honey pot??
?Please Mummy, don't make me do that, as I will be soooo embarrassed.?
?Don't be silly, now open those legs,? Faye responded firmly.
Slowly Meg edged her feet outwards.
?Wider honey?, I requested, while adjusting my seating position to relievethe pressure on my hard on.
Meg opened her legs wider and her swollen clit was now clearly visible, pokingdown through her blonde pubic hair. Meg is a natural blonde and her pubic hairis absolutely straight and sparse. She keeps it trimmed short, and if anythingit enhanced her young girl look.
When satisfied her legs were wide enough, Faye reached out and stroked herhand over Meg's vagina. This time the sighing graduated to a little cry ofecstasy, and she closed her eyes and bit on her lower lip.
?My little girls all wet, Daddy?, Faye commented while turning to me and givingme a sly little wink. Megs face screwed up in genuine embarrassment, but shedidn't move or say a word.
?Why are you wet honey?, I asked, trying to sound like the innocent father.
?I'm not Daddy?, she whispered.
?Yes you are honey?, Faye responded quickly, ?Open your eyes?.
Slowly Meg opened her eyes and focused on the index finger Faye was holdingup in front of her face. It was clearly glistening with Megs juices. Meg gavea little whimper. What could she say. The evidence was clearly there for everyoneto see.
Well? I enquired, not easing up on Meg's embarrassment, as I knew only toowell from past experience that she gets so sexually excited by being placedin these humiliating situations.
?I'm so excited Daddy that both of you are now with me on holiday?.
?But little girls shouldn't get wet in public dear?
?I'm so sorry Daddy?
?I think this is one of those training situations that Mummy talked about?
?Yes Daddy?, Meg responded with a pout
?Now why don't you get over my knee??
Relieved to have the embarrassment over, Meg didn't hesitate to go over myknee. I took plenty of time to adjust her into the right position, all thetime enjoying the sight of my wifes lovely snatch and her cute butt. SlowlyI began to spank her with my hand, gradually increasing the tempo until shewas squirming on my knee.
Once her butt was a delightful shade of red I instructed Meg to hop onto hermother's knee so that her spanking could be completed. Without protest Megslide off my knee, crawled the couple of steps to Faye and mounted her knee.Faye left her draped there for an agonising period, lightly running her nailsover Meg's tender behind. This elicited more whimpers.
When Faye began her spanking, each blow was slow, measured and hard.
Meg began crying, ?please Mummy, please Daddy?.
Faye did not prolong her spanking. This was the first of four days with ourdaughter and we did not want to over do it on the first day. Faye reached downand assisted Meg up to sit on her knee and gave her a motherly cuddle.
?You know Mummy and Daddy love you little one?.
?Yes Mummy?
?Why don't you hop up and sit on the table?.
Meg clambered onto the table, facing us, wiping a tear from her eye.
?Now open your legs and show us that pretty little honey pot?
?But Mummy, its still swollen and wet, and I don't want another spank?, Megresponded provocatively, with her little finger demurely in the corner of hermouth.
?I know it is darling, and don't worry we wont spank you again. Lets see ifwe can solve the problem?.
With that reassurance Meg opened her legs to display her womanly charms.
?Now why doesn't my little girl rub herself down there to help make the wetnessgo away??
?No Mummy?, Meg protested, ?that's naughty and you and Daddy will see me doingit?.
Meg was playing her role a treat and obviously enjoying herself immensely,the proof being the wetness on the table between the cavern of her thighs.Despite her protests Meg needed no further prompting to slide her fingers downto her honey pot, with two fingers instantly sliding deep inside of her. Shearched back, lifting her feet up onto the table so that we had a magnificentview of all her womanly charms. This exhibitionist display is so typical ofMeg and just heightens her sexual pleasure. Her aroma filled our senses.
Megs climax built and then exploded in a display of unadulterated pleasure.As the waves dissipated she lay back on the table, her legs still wide open.
We let her lie there for several minutes before Faye spoke, ?Why don't youput that bikini on now. Wearily Meg dragged herself off the table, and withno self-consciousness stood before us and dressed?.
Meg fidgeted with the bikini for ages and had trouble getting it to coverher vital parts. This was not surprising as it was a real micro bikini thatFaye had made herself especially for Meg. Not only did it barely cover hernipples and pubic area, but the fabric was virtually transparent. Meg disappearedto look at herself in the mirror. Silence followed as Meg was obviously surveyingthe affect of her micro bikini.
?Do you like it honey?, Faye enquired, flashing me a grin.
?Mummy, it's so small, and you can see through it?.
?Come here and let us have a look?.
Self-conscious again, Meg returned to stand before us. There was no way todescribe the bikini except indecent. There was virtually no material, and whatmaterial existed was indeed transparent.
?Turn around honey?. Meg revealed that the bottom was a thong that left herstill red cheeks exposed.
?It looks absolutely brilliant on my little girl, do you not agree Daddy??
?Absolutely?, I responded without hesitation
?But I can't wear this outside Mummy?
?Of course you can honey. Such false modesty. That is another undesirabletrait we will have to train you out of. Ten minutes ago you were lying nakedon the table with your legs open and your fingers deep in your honey pot, andnow you are trying to tell us you cant go outside with a bikini. Now hush,I want no more protests or you will be over our laps again.?
Meg hung her head in humiliation and knew better than to continue the argument.
?Now why don't you and Daddy go outside and enjoy the last of the days sunwhile Mummy prepares dinner??
I couldn't help smiling as Meg opened the front door and peered outside tosee if anyone was around. Satisfied it was safe, she scrambled to her towelon the porch and lay down sunbathing. I lay down beside her and began reading.
?Happy?? I enquired
She smiled, punching me playfully. ?Delirious. You are the best Daddy ever?.
I gave her sheepish smile ?Who me??
Dinner passed well. Faye and I acted like Meg's kindly but strict parents,ticking her off about her manners and only letting her have a glass of wineafter we had had a light hearted debate about whether she was old enough todrink.
After dinner Faye informed Meg that as a special treat she could sleep inDaddy's bed tonight as she had a friend she was visiting tonight. Meg gaveme a big grin and licked her lips.
Faye had told me she had a friend staying at a motel ten minutes down theroad. I had enquired who the friend was but got an evasive response so didnot push the matter further.
?Now why don't you run a bath so that you are nice and clean for bedtime?? Meghopped on one foot to the bathroom, really enjoying her baby girl role.
When the bath was run Faye and I took Meg's hand and went into the bathroom,singing playfully like one happy family. Into the bath darling. Meg slippedoff what passed for her clothing, and slipped into the bubble bath. Faye andI sat on the edge chatting away, while Meg was content to lay back in contentedwarmth, her eyes closed.
?Time for a wash puppet?
?But I can wash myself Mummy?.
?Don't be silly. You know you don't do it properly. Now kneel in the bathand pass me that flannel and soap.?
Obediently Meg passed them over, and Faye proceeded to wash her like one woulda young child. Not surprisingly she paid special attention to her breasts,rubbing them vigorously with the flannel until her nipples were erect. WhenFaye reached her lower body, Meg had to kneel up so that her bottom and honeypot were out of the water. She supported herself by gripping the side of thebath. Meg grumbled about being washed down there, but Faye simply flashed hera condescending smile and continued regardless.
Again Meg's bottom and pussy got special attention and were soaped vigorouslywith Fay's hand and then equally vigorously rubbed with the flannel. Meg wasbeginning to look decidedly flushed, and I don't think it was from the heatof the bath.
Once Faye was satisfied Meg was clean she suggested I make us coffee, witha hot chocolate for the little one, while she dressed our daughter.
When Faye eventually emerged from the bathroom with her daughter in tow Icould not believe my eyes. Meg could have passed for a teenager. Her long blondehair was in pigtails and tied with pink ribbons. She was wearing a pink babydoll nightie that reached her hips, and full pink panties. There was an eroticinnocence about her that initially took my breath away.
Shyly Meg came up to me and gave me a big hug. She smelt of talcum powder.
?Do I look pretty Daddy??
?Darling, you take my breath away?. And I was speaking the truth.
All three of us retired to the couch to watch a television documentary wewere keen to see. Daughter sitting contently between two proud parents.
Once the TV program finished Faye said it was time to visit her friend. Withouthesitation Meg gave her a hug and thanked her for a wonderful day.
?Don't worry honey, we still have three more days ahead of ourselves to enjoy.But before I go there is one more element of your training that needs to beaddressed now?.
?Mummy!? Meg whined
?You need to learn that mothers and fathers always know best and you are notto question our judgement, such as you did with the bikini and at bath time?
?Mummy, I'm sorry?
?I want you to go and get the hairbrush out of my bag and bring it to me now,no arguments?.
Meg obeyed, handing the brush to Faye with downcast eyes and pouting lip
Pull down your panties, bend over and grab your ankles. Meg obeyed withouthesitation, giving both of us a delicious view.
Without comment or ceremony Faye gave Meg ten solid swats with the hairbrushthat had Meg quietly sobbing by the last stroke, but she bravely retained herposition. When Faye placed the brush on the table, I instructed Meg to standup and thank her mother for caring so much about her.
Meg complied, giving Faye a hug, ?Thank you Mummy, I know I deserved thatand I promise Ill try better tomorrow?.
Faye departed with a big grin on her face. She was enjoying the charade asmuch as Meg and I.
Not surprisingly, Meg and I decided it was bedtime once Faye and gone forthe night.
Before we jumped into bed I gave my daughter a little lecture that she hadto be good to share my bed, but if she behaved she could play with Daddy allnight. Meg gave a delighted squeal and dived under the covers.
What a great day I reflected. Little did I know the next three days were goingto be equally as much wicked fun.
Day two of our unusual family charade dawned fine and warm following overnightrain. I awoke in a sleepy haze, and gazed contentedly across the bed at mysleeping wife Meg. She was still dressed in her teenager pink nightie, butwas minus her panties and the pink ribbons in her hair hung haphazardly offher pigtails, the result of the previous nights lust.
Meg heard me stirring and opened one eye.
?Hello Daddy?, she smiled, ?what have you and Mummy got planned for your littledaughter today?.
?Wouldn't you like to know??
?Yes??
I smiled, as Meg could never resist wanting to know what we had planned forher in these sexual escapades. Yet I knew only too well that she would be disappointedif I told her, as deep down Meg thrived on the delicious excitement of notknowing what humiliating experience might be around the next corner. She hadtotal trust in Faye and I to respect her safety and confidentiality, whileat the same time giving her the sexual experiences she enjoyed so much. Notthat Faye and I had our planning done to detail. We had decided on the broadthemes, but it was important to let much of what happened be spontaneous. Dowhat seemed right at the moment.
I reached over and stroked Meg's arm affectionately, my mind beginning tofill with the sort of lustful thoughts that would get me arrested if Meg wasreally my sibling. The noise of the front door opening, signalling Faye's return,interrupted my intentions.
I hollered out to Faye we were in the bedroom. She entered, and instantlysmiled at Meg's dishevelled appearance.
?My, it looks like you were a good girl for Daddy last night.?
Meg responded with a great sheepish smile.
?You surely were?, I whispered in Meg's ear while kissing her lightly on thecheek.
?Now why don't you two lazybones shower and get dressed while I put some breakfaston.?
Meg did not seem in a hurry to rise so I showered first and joined Faye atthe coffee table, asking her if she had enjoyed her evening with her friendat the motel. She responded affirmatively but did not elaborate.
Eventually Meg joined us at the table, wearing her micro bikini, but witha tee shirt over the top. Faye was clearly not impressed by the tee shirt andindicated this by giving a deathly stare.
?Did we, or did we not, inform you to wear only your very special bikini,given to you with our love, unless you had our permission to wear other clothing.?
Meg gazed at feet, as if realising for the first time she had ten toes. Shewas clearly still embarrassed about wearing the bikini, but realised her modestywas going to have dire consequences for her.
?It looks to me as if our training is going to start early today. You haveclearly not learnt to follow instructions, and it is our responsibility asyour parents to take the necessary action, and believe me it is going to bea painful lesson.?
Meg moaned and was obviously genuinely apprehensive about the consequencesof her misdemeanour.
?Breakfast first, and we will deal with your behaviour after.?
This was a masterly move by Faye. Delaying the punishment would give Meg timeto dwell on what was in store for her, which would ensure she would be workedup a treat by the time the spanking was due.
Although Faye had prepared a cooked breakfast, Meg was dismayed when a bowlof cereal was placed in front of her.
?When you learn to be a well behaved young lady you will be able to sharewhat your parents eat.?
Meg was smart enough to realise she would only end up with worse punishmentif she debated the matter with Faye, so sullenly picked up her spoon and consumedher cereal in silence. At one stage, when Faye had her back turned, Meg lookedover to me and gave me a cheeky grin that seemed to say, ?Am I having fun orwhat?. This gave me the reassurance I needed, as I was a little concerned.Faye's grim face suggested she was about to dish out a punishment that wasvery likely more severe than Meg has been use to in the past.
Once breakfast was over Meg asked politely to be excused to go to the toilet,however Faye told her she would have to wait and instead instructed Meg toreturn to the bedroom, put the pink ribbons in her hair, get totally undressed,and then to come out and put her nose in the corner until her parents wereready for her.
In less than five minutes Meg had returned, naked as instructed except forthe pink hair ribbons, and a contrite look on her face. She went to serve hercorner time while Faye and I turned to watch a television news item on thehorrific fires in Australia. Once the item was finished the television wasswitched off and Faye and I turned our attention to Meg. She was hopping fromone foot to the other and was obviously getting desperate to use the toilet.
I told Meg her corner time was over and to come over and stand in front ofus. She slowly shuffled over, a small coquettish smile, a mix of pleasure andapprehension, shaped her lips in a pouting display of submission. She stoodbefore us, hands obediently at her sides, with no attempt to cover her femininity.
?Please Mummy?, she addressed Faye, ?I am sooo desperate to go to the toilet.?
Faye glanced over to me, looking for direction. This was obviously unplannedand uncharted territory, and the decision was up to me. My first instinct wasto let poor Meg relieve herself, however my kinky instincts kicked in and Idecided to see where this might lead. Besides, I suspected Faye obviously hadsomething devious on her mind, otherwise she would have let Meg use the toiletin the first place.
?Punishment first?, I directed sternly. ?Naughty girls can wait to use thetoilet?
Faye gave a satisfied grin. Meg's groan was genuine.
Faye turned her eyes to something resting on the table. For the first timeI noticed a small riding crop sitting menacingly down the far end. Meg gaspedwhen she also saw it.
?Oh no?, she uttered, virtually speaking to herself.
Faye picked up the riding crop and swished it through the air. Meg's eyeswidened, and I think I could see genuine fear.
Faye took Meg by the arm and directed her to stand in a tiled floor area besidethe kitchen.
Place your hands on your head and open your legs.
Meg opened her legs, then opened them wider when Faye flicked the insidesof her thighs with the riding crop.
If you move from this position your father will start again. To my surpriseFaye turned and handed me the riding crop.
I quickly gathered my thoughts.
?You will count each stroke out aloud and thank me?, I commanded.
Meg stood motionless, apart from the clenching and unclenching of her asscheeks. I savoured the view and was in no hurry to start. I was also a littleapprehensive about how hard to swing the riding crop.
Taking a deep breath I swung the crop, catching Meg on the left cheek. Shegasped loudly but held her position. I waited.
?One?, she eventually muttered, ?Thank you Daddy.?
I knew that due to the delay I should probably have got her to start the countagain on the next stroke, but to be honest I did not have the heart.
I aimed the second stroke on her right cheek, and the third square on bothcheeks. I was beginning to feel a little more confident with my action.
Meg continued to count and thank me after each stroke. After the fifth shewas sniffling and grunting loudly, and was obviously having difficulty retainingher position. Following the sixth stroke she began sobbing and I noticed liquidrunning down one of her legs. I realised she was wetting herself and stoodfascinated. It dawned on me why Faye had deliberately asked Meg to stand onthe tiled part of the floor rather than the carpeted area. She had suspectedthis could happen and had the foresight to plan for it.
I noticed the look on Megs face was one of abject humiliation. She was obviouslyfighting to cut off the flow of urine but the combination of a full bladder,standing with legs apart, plus the spanking was making the job very difficult.She also had a weak bladder, something she contributed to the birth of threechildren.
?Two more strokes, I think Daddy?, spoke Faye, obviously pleased with howthing were developing.
I resolved not to hold back and the seventh stroke was probably the hardestof them all. Briefly Meg's hands left her head as she fought a reflex actionto cover her unprotected backside, but showed grit by returning them to therequired position. Urine was flowing more freely down her leg and gatheringin a pool around one foot.
Meg had no sooner counted the seventh stroke and thanked me, when I landedthe eighth stroke low down where her backside meets her thigh.
Meg was now openly sobbing and had the hiccups to add to her turmoil.
She was staring at her feet and seemed transfixed by the steadily increasingpuddle. In a weird way it was a very erotic sight, and for a long while noone moved.
Eventually Faye threw her a towel and I thought she was going to tell Megto clean up her mess, but instead she flashed her a warming smile and suggestedshe might now like to use the toilet and perhaps a shower to follow.
As Meg retreated Faye called out to her in a light-hearted voice, ?And darling,thank you for being so patient about using the toilet. Patience has its ownrewards?.
I am not sure, but I think I heard Meg quietly chuckle to herself as she enteredthe bathroom.
After helping Faye clean up the puddle, I heard the shower turn off, and Megcalling out to me. As I entered the bathroom I worried whether Meg was upsetthat we had gone too far and she was going to give me a piece of her mind.
As I closed the door she pulled off the towel wrapped around her midriff andthrew it on the floor. In one swift action she grabbed my shorts and loweredthem to the floor. Kneeling she put my penis in my mouth and instantly I washard. She then rolled back onto the floor pulling me down on top of her. Shereached for my penis and guided it into her pussy, which to my amazement wassoaking wet. I think I could rightly assume she had indeed enjoyed herself,despite my misgivings. In no time we climaxed in a chorus of grunting and moaning.
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