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Stuart Middleton was aged in his mid-fifties and he was married to Eileen. Although to all intents and purposes, the marriage was in name only because, although neither of them had anyone else, it was a sexless and largely loveless marriage.
Stuart had a passion for walking in the wilds of Scotland and he combined that with another love of his, photography.
He had booked himself a week in a Bed & Breakfast just outside a small village way up in the north of the country and Eileen was not bothered that he would be away. In fact, she might not even notice.
Stuart had a further interest although it was one that he had never actively got involved in. The interest, or more correctly fantasy, was to be spanked by a strong woman and also for him to give this woman, or perhaps another woman, a good hiding.
Many years ago he had suggested to Eileen that they incorporate spanking in their then active sex life but she called him a pervert so that put an end to that before it had started.
So Stuart Middleton arrived at the remote cottage a mile outside an equally remote village to commence his weeks holiday. He was met by the lady that ran the establishment, Hannah Shackleton, and shown to his room. He would be the only guest.
Now Hannah Shackleton was aged sixty-five but, Stuart thought, was reasonably attractive and could be much more so if she wore some makeup. She had never married and, it seemed, was quite possibly in a lesbian relationship with a woman from the village that helped her run the B&B. This woman was named Bridget Farrow and was aged in her forties.
The first night of Stuart's stay was uneventful and he had a fine breakfast the next morning with the intention of having his evening meal in the pub in the village. Whilst eating his breakfast he noticed hanging in the kitchen/diner a leather strap or more correctly a tawse. This caused his cock to stiffen as he wondered quite what that was there for.
He went out for the days walking with his camera equipment and sone sandwiches made by Miss Shackleton. His mind kept going back to that tawse and he speculated that perhaps Hannah used it on Bridget's buttocks when the women were the only occupants of the cottage. He had his evening meal in the pub and then returned to his room in the cottage but not before again alighting his eyes on the strap.
He was on top of his bed slowly running his hand up and down his erect cock with thoughts of that tawse cracking against bare buttocks when there was a knock on his door and immediately the door opened.
Hannah Shackleton, who had come to ask about sandwiches for the morrow, stood open-mouthed at the sight of this middle-aged man with a quite large penis in his right fist.
Stuart was also in shock but managed to start to stammer, "I-I-I... was..."
"I can see what you were doing," said Hannah who had now found her voice.
Stuart had now taken his hand off his cock but he remained erect.
"I should have waited for you to tell me to enter but come to the kitchen now and we will discuss it further," said a flushed Miss Shackleton who now left the room.
Stuart was mortified and wondered what there was to discuss, presumably she would order him out of the cottage. He was red-faced when he appeared in the kitchen to face the stern-looking woman, although he again thought that she looked rather attractive.
"As I said, I should have waited before entering," she said.
"Um, well, I should not have been, um..."
"No, you should not, I don't want a mess made on my bed linen."
Stuart felt like a naughty schoolboy caught by the school matron. Hannah Shackleton then uttered some words that were music to his ears.
"I think you should be severely punished."
"Yes ma'am," he heard himself say and his eyes went to where the tawse had been, but it was not there.
"You looking for this?" asked Hannah producing the strap from behind her back.
"Y-y-y-yes, ma'am," came his nervous and excited reply.
"I suggest you lower your trousers and underwear and bend over the kitchen table," she said as she snapped the tawse against the table.
For Stuart one, at least, of his fantasies was about to come true as he undid and lowered his trousers and underpants. His cock was fully erect as he placed himself over the table. Miss Shackleton moved behind him and measured the strap against his bare buttocks.
It seemed like an age but could only have been a few seconds before the tawse was raised and slashed back down.
CRACK!
This was a moment that Stuart seemed to have spent half his life waiting for, the first stroke of a tawse applied to his bare arse by a strong woman.
CRACK!
The second stroke soon followed and then lash after lash put red marks on his bare white skin.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
On and on the beating went and his already stiff cock was throbbing. Hannah Shackleton herself was highly aroused as she thrashed the man's buttocks.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
The pain in his backside was intense put there was the unmistakable feeling of spunk rising in his cock.
CRACK! CRACK!
Spunk shot from his penis and splattered against the table before dripping to the floor. Hannah was aware of what had happened and in fact, her knickers were extremely damp but she continued to flog him.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
His buttocks were bright red but she added a few more strokes.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
She stopped the thrashing and, very breathlessly, told him to stand up.
"Get a cloth and clean up that mess," she ordered pointing at the semen on the table and on the floor.
Stuart's face was as red as his backside but he painfully shuffled to the sink and acquired a cloth before cleaning up his spunk.
He had, despite the agony, possibly never felt happier and it crossed his mind that he might get to fuck this woman but she put the tawse back in its original place and announced that she would see him at breakfast. That night Hannah bit on her knickers to stop herself crying out loud as she came from her masturbation.
In the morning Bridget could see from the uncomfortable way that Stuart shuffled on his chair that the tawse must have been put to use the previous night although she had no idea why. She herself had, as Stuart suspected, often felt it across her backside and she had occasionally used it on Hannah.
Stuart's walking in the wilds that day was very uncomfortable but he was still elated with the fact that he had taken a beating from a woman. Nothing untoward happened in the cottage that night or the next and nothing was said regarding the events of that second night.
Stuart had two more nights remaining and was in his room, but not wanking, when there was a knock on his door. This time there was a wait for his response before Hannah Shackleton put her head around his door.
"I was wondering, Mr Middleton, if you would have a drink with me?" she said.
She had certainly got some makeup on and looked very appealing.
He had not really studied her body before but she had large breasts and what looked like a very large and round arse. Stuart was pleased to accept the offer of a drink and as he followed her downstairs his eyes went to her bottom in a quite tight skirt.
With drinks poured she said, "About the other night, I think you needed that didn't you?"
"Yes, yes I did. It was something that I have always wanted," he confessed.
"Yes, I understand because sometimes I like to feel the tawse across my bottom," she said with her eyes fixed on his.
"Do you Miss Shackleton?" he asked as his heart leapt.
"Hannah, please, yes I do and I would like to feel it now."
His cock was rigid in his clothing as he said, "I see, and you want me to do it?"
"There is no one else here," she replied.
"No indeed," he said as he went to fetch the strap from its place on the wall.
"On my bare bottom," she said removing her skirt and knickers.
"Of course," he said as he looked at her large buttocks in wonderment.
She bent over the kitchen table "As hard as you can," she instructed.
He thought he might cum in his pants as he looked at those white globes before raising the strap high.
CRACK!
"Mmmmm oh...lovely"
CRACK!
"Ohhhh, harder please."
CRACK!
"Owww yesss, that's it,mmmmm."
CRACK!
As her backside acquired more and more red marks she continued to comment as she swayed from side to side.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
She was sobbing but she was in sexual bliss.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
Stuart was having the best holiday of his life.
CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!
She cried out, possibly in orgasm, before breathlessly ordering, "Fuck me, Stuart, for goodness sake."
Stuart threw the tawse down and dragged his trousers and underpants to his knees before moving behind her led by his throbbing prick.
He entered her soaking wet cunt and both their arousals were so intense that after a few thrusts she screamed, "Shitttt, oh fuck, oh fuck," as he groaned and sent stream after stream of spunk into her.
They spent the night in her bed although they did not make love again until just before getting up.
Bridget detected from Hannah's movements that she had probably felt the tawse and there was not much doubt from the smiles on both Hannah's and Stuart's faces what else had happened.
Stuart's last night in the cottage was spent in Hannah's bed and he spunked in her twice, once with her riding him and once with her legs on his shoulders.
Stuart made a reservation for a return to the cottage in three months time.
He had had a holiday in which his fantasies had been fulfilled.
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