Saturday, 29 December 2012

Naughty Or Nice

I gaze at Michael; he looks so gorgeous as always. Tall, slim and muscular with unruly hair and a smile that takes my breath away.  His arms are folded across his chest, head angled to one side contemplating me.  He’s wearing those loose, pale blue pyjama bottoms that hang in such a sexy way on his hips, and a white t-shirt, the type that shows off his well toned chest. His feet are bare, oh how I love his feet. 
Even after all this time I still can’t believe that he’s mine.  That I am his.
“So, what are you going to do?” I ask, my heart racing.
He grins his oh so cute grin at me and his blue eyes sparkle. “Oh I think you know what I’m going to do.”  
Hmm that American accent, so sexy
My heart does a somersault and all the muscles deep down in my belly become tight, such a wonderfully familiar feeling.  I can feel my face flush, no doubt betraying my feelings of submission and excitement.
Michael begins to walk towards me, giving me his knowing smile. I am rooted to the spot, legs like jelly and a million butterflies in my stomach.  My eyes are wide as he stops right in front of me.
“I’m going to take you over my knee and spank you.” He tells me calmly, his voice quiet.
My breath hitches in my throat and a huge tingle rips through my groin. Oh my.
“Are... are you?” I reply, almost whispering.
“Uh-huh.”  He leans in close. “I’m gonna pull down your pyjamas, and spank your bare behind.”
“Oh.” I can hardly breathe now, the atmosphere in the room is electric and I tremble with anticipation.
He gently takes my left hand in his right and leads me across the vast room, over to the large leather sofa. He sits down, gazes up at me briefly, and then pulls me so quickly across his lap that is almost winds me. In one swift move he has me positioned over his left leg, my upper body resting on the cool leather of the sofa. His right leg is wrapped around both of mine, pinning me down. I squirm and whimper pathetically.
“Hush.” He says, and gives my bottom a sharp slap making me yelp. “I said hush!” He slaps me again, and again I yelp. He loves this game. I sense him smiling, and then he smacks me hard again, this time I manage to keep silent. “Good girl, you learn quickly.”
I giggle to myself, then my breath hitches again as I feel his hands slip under the waistband of my pyjama bottoms. Slowly, oh so slowly, he pulls them down over my bottom. I’m not wearing any panties and am immediately aware of how exposed I am
“Hmm, beautiful.” he murmurs in admiration as he runs his fingers over my sensitised skin. I feel my face flush again. “Hands behind your back.” He orders.
“No.” I whine petulantly.
“Do as you’re told!” he growls
 I relent and he grips both my wrists with his hand, I turn my head to the left, then the right, straining to see his face, but my long hair blocks my view.  “Something wrong, honey?”
“I... I want to see you.”
He gently pushes back my hair, and I see him gazing at me.
“Hi.” I say quietly.
“Hi,” he smiles. He continues easing my pyjama bottoms down over my thighs, not taking his eyes off mine.
My breathing quickens, I’m trembling and everything from my waist down tingles. I watch Michael as he caresses my bottom. I feel him run his palm over my left cheek, letting his fingers slide in towards my most sensitive areas. Then, I close my eyes and let out a low moan as his fingers find my sex.
“Hmm, you’re wet for me already.”
He slips a finger inside me and moves it slowly around, sending me close to the edge. Then he withdraws it again just in time. I let out an involuntarily groan of disappointment.
 “All in good time,” he tells me. 
Then I’m brought back down the earth as I feel a sharp slap across my left buttock.
“Ow!” I yelp, more from surprise than pain.
Michael responds by caressing me again, then another sharp slap, this time on my right cheek.
“Ow!”  I look up at him, he’s gazing at me, and his expression is one of pure pleasure. Another smack, I manage not to yelp, but this one stings and I squirm across Ethan’s knee.
He maintains eye contact with me as he continues to spank me hard, alternating between my left and right buttocks, but it isn’t long before I look away. I’m straining against him, struggling to free myself.
“Oh no you don’t, young lady.  I’m not done yet.”
His grip tightens on me as I squirm more fervently, his palm is relentless.  My bottom is burning now.  In reality Michael has only smacked me a dozen or so times, but he’s an expert at spanking and achieves his desired result quickly. I come close to using my safe word, then, as if reading my mind he begins to rub and massage my bottom, easing the sting and allowing the fire to diminish.
“Hmm.” I sigh with relief and relax against the sofa.
“Better?” he asks softly.
“Yes. Thank you.”
He releases my wrists and suddenly slips a finger deep into my sex. I gasp loudly. Michael moves his finger around and around, teasing and delighting me, and I find myself grinding my hips against his thigh, trying to relieve the tension in my clitoris.
I feel a sharp smack across my bottom.
“Ow.” I yelp
“No self gratification.” He says firmly. “You’re mine, and I’m the only one to make you come. Remember?”
“Yes, sir.” I reply timidly
“Good. Now keep still, otherwise I’ll have to start your spanking all over again.”
He begins the slow torture deep inside me again, it takes all my willpower to keep still, but I know I must obey.
 Michael reaches his left hand underneath me and begins rubbing and pinching my clitoris. Oh the wonderful sensation. I let out low moans of pleasure as I feel myself building deep inside. I can’t help squirming and bucking across Michaels knee, but this time he doesn’t admonish me. He knows I’m close.
Michael quickens his pace, both inside and out, getting harder and faster. My body feels like it is ready to explode, my fists are clenched, my toes curled and my eyes are shut tight allowing all the wonderful feelings to overwhelm me.  Moments later I come spectacularly, shuddering and shouting out his name as wave after wave of pure pleasure ripples over me. Michael continues to work me, but more slowly and gently now, draining every last morsel of orgasm from me until I am totally spent.
I feel dazed and disorientated. Michael is stroking my hair as I get my breath back and my world comes into focus. My whole body is still tingling and I know I’m grinning like a lunatic.
As Michael sits me up onto his right thigh I gaze at him adoringly. “Hmm, I enjoyed that.” I mutter gratefully.
“Well, you’ve been such a good girl I thought you deserved a treat.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” He says grinning, and then kisses me on the lips. “Merry Christmas, honey.”
“Merry Christmas, my love.”

Monday, 22 October 2012

Executive Disciplinary Procedures.‏

As Patricia O’Hara made her way to the company parking lot it was clear to anyone passing her that her mind was elsewhere. Though if any of her colleagues saw her, they would only imagine that the look of deep concentration upon Patricia’ face was due to some work related problem.
Ninety nine times out of a hundred that would indeed be the case, today though was that elusive one percent, one of those most rare of occasions after all a person doesn't rise as high as Patricia had in the construction industry by day dreaming or having too wild of a social life in her personal time.  For anyone to be that successful in the corporation, it took hard work and good political skills, but that person also had to be viewed as going the extra mile.  

Occasions such as this were indeed rare, the fact that she was the only female on the company’s executive committee spoke volumes about not only how hard Patricia was willing to work, but also about what she had been forced to sacrifice on her way to the top. Many new members of staff would wrongly think that perhaps she was there due to family ties; this error in their thinking was always cleared up by Patricia at the earliest opportunity. Though in fairness it was an understandable mistake as there are so few women other than secretaries and PA’s in this so male dominated environment.

Because of these quite wrong assumptions Patricia forced herself to have a professional aloofness with her staff, not that that meant she was unfriendly in anyway, just that she was reserved when it came to matters not concerning work. For instance it would never cross any of her junior’s minds to call her Pat, Patty, Patsy or Trisha, she was always known as Patricia or in more formal situations Miss O’Hara.
Patricia reached her parking space, her Prius looked so out of place amongst all the higher priced luxury vehicles surrounding it, like most things about Patricia her choice of vehicle made a statement about her.  Though she could easily afford a higher end vehicle, such as a Lexus or a Mercedes she had chosen the Prius for its frugality, reliability and low emissions.
As with her choice of transport, her choice of clothing also made a statement. Rather than try to hide her femininity Patricia made a point of showing it; at the office she would always wear skirts rather than slacks, though the cut of her skirts and dresses were always long, to the knee or just slightly higher, like her transport her clothes were understated. As she didn’t want to be known as “that chick who wins contracts by flashing her rack”, Patricia made sure that her tops were modestly cut and to her “casual Fridays” did not exist. Her only vanity was to make sure that her bee sting waist could be seen and wore clothing that showed her tight waist to its greatest advantage.
 She could easily have fallen into being ‘just one of the boys’ and stuck to wearing jeans and work boots when visiting sites. That was not for her though, at all times she had to look the professional executive, so for site visits she would wear trouser suits and ladies safety shoes. For her being a successful woman was a huge part of her identity and she had no intention of sacrificing any part of her psyche.

The trouble was though over the last few years Patricia had allowed her workplace persona to travel home with her, to interfere with her domestic life. She had become so used to making major decisions in the office and these decisions being carried out without question from her subordinates, she started to transfer that thinking to domestic life.
When Patricia said that they should leave New York and move out to Morristown in New Jersey, her husband Eric reluctantly agreed even though he preferred city life.
When they had married twenty years earlier Patricia said that they should limit themselves to only one child, even though from a large family himself, Eric agreed.
Patricia always picked their holiday destinations; again Eric as always silently complied.
Eric always bowed to Patricia’s decisions just like her juniors did at work; the difference was Eric agreed because he loved her.

Everyone though has a line that cannot be crossed and Patricia had found Eric’s line last year. Their son Kevin had wanted to go to NYU when he finished high school; Patricia tried to railroad him into going to  Notre Dame, Eric backed Kevin much to Patricia’s chagrin.
Then one sunny April night when Kevin was staying over at a friend’s house the inevitable argument exploded between Patricia and her husband.

“I can’t believe you are going against me in something so important!” Patricia spat at Eric.

Eric shook his head sadly then said.

“No Patsy, you just can’t take it that someone is disagreeing with you full stop. You’ve become so used to everyone just going along with you, you now just take it as a given. I know some of it is my fault and some of it is work, but I should have put my foot down years ago with you!”

“Put your foot down?” Patricia said, her pale blue eyes flashing in temper, “You are going to put your foot down….put your foot down when all I want is what is best for Kevin?”

“No for wanting what you think is best for him…the two things are not always the same you know?” Eric replied his anger now showing, “He doesn’t want to go off to Notre Dame, he is not interested in the whole Fighting Irish thing, and he wants to stay nearer home…”

Patricia stared at her husband not taking in the situation.

“So now I’m a bad mother…that’s what you are saying isn’t it?”

“God no that’s not what I’m saying at all..sometimes I just wish that someone had knocked some sense…or at least some sensitivity in you when you were younger!” said Eric in desperation.

“So what are proposing now, wife beating? Or are you planning to spank me?” Patricia then felt either her heart skip or her stomach flip as she said that last sentence.

The look on Eric’s face told her that if the idea was not there before it most certainly was now.

“Somebody should have spanked you years ago.” Eric said quietly as he reached out and took Patricia by her arm and led her into kitchen to the rear of their house.

To her shock Patricia meekly followed her husband, all the time though she was thinking ‘He wouldn’t dare…would he?’.
Half of her demanded to be right, strangely though half of her also wished to be wrong!

It was those memories that were running through her mind now as she pulled out of the parking lot.
How Eric had pulled a chair out from the kitchen table; how he then pulled her unceremoniously over his lap, how he then after lifting her summer dress high up her back spanked her pantie clad behind.

She slammed her brakes on as she realised that the lights had changed to red!
She sat behind the wheel trying to catch her breath; she then sat trying to get those memories out of her head. She was trying not to think of what could be – probably will be – awaiting her when she reached home.
She just couldn’t do it though, the memory of that spanking stayed so fresh in her mind. Also the memory of how Eric had made love to her straight after that spanking stood to the front of her mind, never had he been so attentive, never had she felt so centred. Perhaps he had been turned on by disciplining her, or maybe he felt some guilt and was merely showing her that despite everything he still loved her?
Whatever the case she could not get it out of her head, or the subsequent spankings that followed.
For that spanking was not a one off thing, in fact since that night four other times Eric had cause to bring her bring her back in line . He never gave her erotic spankings; each spanking was a punishment and dealt to her as a punishment. These spankings were not the long drawn out situations of erotic fiction or films. These were short sharp shocks meant to curb her behaviour and meant to make her a more considerate person.

However the location of the punishment did change, rather than the kitchen the bedroom became Eric’s chosen venue. Also rather than being over Patricia’s panties, it was her bared bottom that now faced his wrath!
Patricia knew though that each spanking would be immediately followed by make-up sex, to her mind that sex was always the best. Eric moving inside her with her bottom still hot and stinging. She never failed to reach orgasm in these post punishment couplings.
In fact to a degree she enjoyed the spankings; if only they weren’t as harsh as Eric always made a point of taking the spankings well out of Patricia’s comfort zone. For as far as he was concerned he was indeed delivering a punishment, to his mind for a punishment to work it had to be more than a few token love taps.  

With what had transpired today at the office, Patricia was sure that once she reached home that she would be in for one of Eric’s corrections. This time though she felt that it was no fault of her own, just a little bit of a misunderstanding, no more no less.
Yesterday she had call to reprimand Julia - her PA - over some missing files for a large riverfront plaza contract. She knew afterwards that perhaps she had been a little over the top with Julia and meant to tell her so today. The trouble was Julia had thought that Patricia was off today, which was an easy mistake to make as she was supposed to be off spending some quality time with Eric, but she had decided to come in to do a little catch up on the plaza contract in the morning leaving the afternoon free.
So under the impression that Patricia would be at home Julia rang her to apologise for the missing files fiasco and to tell her that she had now found them. That phone call sent the snowball on its path down the mountain.

Julia greeted Patricia with the files as soon as she arrived in the office; also she told Patricia of the phone call, she went on to say what a kind and understanding man her husband was.

“What do you mean by that Julia?” Patricia asked warily.

“Well he could tell that I was a bit know with all that happened yesterday..he was just so nice, saying that he would have a word with know to help sort things out.”

Patricia didn’t know whether she wanted to slap the girl’s face, or give her a big ‘thank you’ hug, such was the confusion of emotions that she felt towards Eric’s domestic discipline regime.
The rest of morning was a waste, she just freewheeled her way towards lunch time her mind drifting to what may await her when she got home.
Now driving past the the Spring Brook golf club she knew she wouldn’t have long to find out.
Pulling into their driveway Patricia sighed as the drive was empty, and then she remembered that Eric’s pickup truck was in the shop getting its annual service.

With shaking fingers she turned the handle of the front door. The door opened which meant only one thing, Eric was in!

“Hi Patsy, how was work…no missing files today…no assistants lives to make a misery of?” Eric asked as Patricia entered the lounge.

Patricia closed her eyes and shook her head as she stood there in silence.

“Common politeness goes a long way, you know not everyone works to your high standards…I think we have discussed this before if I’m not mistaken.” Eric said calmly as he remained sat upon the sofa.

Patricia opened her eyes though didn’t look at Eric; her eyes were cast down at the floor as she replied.

“It was just a little mix up, it’s all sorted out now.”

“Perhaps it is sorted out, but is your attitude sorted out?”

“I’m sorry…it was a big contract…” Patricia’s voice trailed off as she knew that Eric’s mind was already made up, he had already decided on adjusting her attitude.

“Pop along to the bedroom you know the routine.” Eric said as he picked up the TV guide and started reading.

Forlornly Patricia trudged off to their bedroom, all that was going through her mind now was how long would be before he followed her. This was a new thing that Eric had put in place two spankings ago, he thought that a little pre-spanking  time out would be good for Patricia, as it would help her to focus her mind on what was to come.
On entering the bedroom Patricia took off her dark grey jacket and carefully hung it in her wardrobe next she unbuckled her shoes and placed them to the side of the wardrobe.
Patricia undid her hair, then brushed it so that her long auburn locks fell down to frame and exaggerate the paleness of her face. Then putting the brush back upon her dressing table she went to take her allotted place by the side of the bed. Folding her arms behind her back, she waited.

Standing in this manner she often wondered what her colleagues would make of all this, would they even believe it even if they walked in upon her and Eric?

Most that knew her would think it impossible that she could give herself so meekly, so submissively. No one would think that this boardroom high flier could or would agree to such a situation. The fact of the matter was though at some deep dark level Patricia found her situation almost therapeutic.
She was giving herself both mentally and physically to her husband, she was stepping out of her ‘normal’ life to sometime long gone by. Some time that perhaps never really existed, save perhaps for in the I love Lucy Show.
A thought suddenly sprang to Patricia’s mind as she stared at the wall, ‘what underwear did I put on this morning?’ for the life of her she could not recall what she had put on this morning. She toyed with idea of checking, and then perhaps even changing into something more sexy if needs be, when she heard the footfall of Eric upon the stairs.

Eric entered the room and saw his wife standing obediently in her required position. He breathed deeply he took the scene in; there she was in a dark grey skirt and ivory blouse, her long hair flowing down across her shoulders, the sunlight catching and bringing out the redness of her tresses, there she was his beautiful wife waiting for his approval.
Waiting for his punishing palm.

He walked around the bed and sat down behind her.
He heard and felt her gasp, as he slowly lifted up her skirt till it cleared her womanly hips. Then Eric carefully secured the skirts hem by tucking it all the way around into its own waistband.
He then took hold of Patricia’s left hand, his finger rubbing over her wedding ring he then said in little more than a whisper.

“The sooner we start the quicker it will be over.”

Taking her cue Patricia moved past Eric then she draped herself over his lap, her eyes focussed now on the very familiar pattern of her bedside rug. As she looked at the Mahal pattern she felt Eric’s fingers tugging down her pantyhose. She knew that her denuding would be done slowly; slowly as to rank up her humiliation, slowly to take away her sense of maturity, slowly to make her feel like a naughty little girl!

Once her pantyhose were at her ankles, Eric concentrated upon the lowering of Patricia’s panties.

“You know it is really silly a woman of forty two having to have her bare butt tanned?” said Eric.

Patricia did not reply, as any reply would have just sounded vacuous.

Then once that her panties had joined her pantyhose Patricia knew that she would not have long to wait for the pain to begin.
Eric spanked hard from the very first slap, he had no intention of warming Patricia into a spanking, and he wanted the effects to be as instantaneous as possible.
Patricia did not know if Eric was a ‘good spanker’ or not, as he was the only person that had ever lifted a hand to her ass she had nothing else to compare to.
She did know though that he was a very effective spanker, his hand covered all of her butt and the tops of both hamstrings, he did so though in a random manner. He would not just spank alternatively from one cheek to another; his hand would sometimes fall perhaps three times in a row upon the same spot before moving off to a newer paler target area. He would continue till either Patricia was in tears - real tears though not the crocodile variety - or until he had painted her butt and the backs of her thighs bright red with his palm.
As always it took less than four minutes for Eric to have Patricia in tears and crying out her apologies for her behaviour.

Eric then helped his sobbing wife up to her feet; he pulled her close to him the weight of her breasts resting upon the top of his head, his mouth resting upon her tight stomach.
Patricia then felt a gentle kiss upon her belly, then one a little lower.

She knew that going for her run tomorrow would be a problem; she knew how raw her ass would still feel, then she felt Eric’s tongue probing at the slot of her sex, she knew that she would savour each and every pain filled step.

                             THE END.

Monday, 8 October 2012

The Second Red Box - Private Letters?

Jennifer lay in the bed basking in a double afterglow, her bottom was still hot from the spanking that she had just received from Paul, and she was still flushed from her orgasm in the post spanking sex. She also felt so wicked that they were in Paul’s house in the middle of the afternoon, the middle of a workday afternoon. That was one of the perks of going out with “the boss”; Paul had told his P.A. that he had to go to meeting about buying some new computers, and Jennifer as the head of I.T. would need to go with him.
No sooner were they in the house than Jennifer found herself over his knee with her skirt up. Jennifer could never really make her mind up about Paul’s obsession with corporal punishment; she wasn’t that sure if it was something that they had in common. She hated the pain of his punishments; oddly though she enjoyed the post spanking sensations, also when she knew that there was a punishment on the horizon the feeling of excitement turned her on, the actual pain though was another thing entirely.
Deep down she knew that she must be a spanko, if she wasn’t she would have slapped Paul’s face and resigned once she had learnt that he had tricked her into a caning by using a fake punishment ledger alleged to be from Victorian times, though in fairness to Paul, Jennifer had actually requested that punishment.

Now Paul was obsessing over two letters that he had found in the second red box left to him by his late uncle.
“If these are real they will be worth a fortune, not just to spankos but the British Museum would probably want them!” Paul said excitedly, as he came into the bedroom with two cups of coffee on a tray.
Jennifer sighed as she saw the two letters that were also on the tray. She had hoped that at least for this afternoon he would shut up about those dammed letters!
“Come on Jen read them one more time and tell me what you think. I don’t want to go to some museum with them only to get laughed out of the building.” Paul implored with his best puppy dog eyes.
“OK, give them here then.” Jennifer said shaking her head.
Jennifer then unfolded the first letter.

My dearest W,
I write this in a state of some confusion and disbelief, I have just entertained lady LP this very afternoon, she told me a tale that I under normal circumstances would not give the time of day to. However knowing your little – how should we say this – predilection for young ladies behinds and their chastisement, I feel bound to ask you of its veracity.
She told me that whilst visiting you on some matter of political importance, that a young lady came to you from the poorhouse with the hopes of gaining some employ as a maid in your home.
Upon the girl entering your study – Lady LP said that she would have been about nineteen years of age and quite comely in a common sort of way – you turned to Lady LP and told her.
“I always like to test a girl as to how she takes to discipline before letting them enter my employ.” 
Then according to you went to your bureau and took out a short horse whip. She told me the look of horror upon the young girl’s face would live with her forever!
She then said that you demanded that the poor girl lift up her skirts and bend over your sofa so that you could “test her mettle”, according to her the poor girl looked so distraught, but because she also seemed to be over awed to be in the company of someone as powerful as you she meekly and tearfully complied to your wishes.
She says the poor girl did not even have the benefit of drawers to either lessen the impact of your whip, or to save her modesty.
She said that when she bent over, not only was the girls pale naked buttocks on display but also the folds of her feminine purse could be clearly seen.
Then she said that you whipped the poor girl till she was brought to tears and impeachments for mercy!
As you stopped the girl’s physical torment, Lady LP said that you then proceeded to stand behind her fondling her beaten flesh remarking upon the heat emanating from her. She said that you even invited her to feel the poor wretch’s bottom.
She said that that was the final straw for her and she then left your study leaving you alone with the poor girl.
Please my love tell me that this story is not true, for I don’t think I could bear it for this to be so!
Yours CN

“Well it was clearly written by a female hand, so it could be genuine.” Jennifer said shrugging her shoulders.
“Trouble is that doesn’t mean much. Uncle George was a randy old goat and after his divorce he started teaching a creative writing course at the college, he told me he only did it so he could get into some of his students knickers, he even said to me ‘you see Paul nearly all the people who turn up for these courses are women in their thirties or early forties. Desperate housewives!’ So he would have plenty of prospective writers.” Paul said.
“A randy old goat eh? Must run in the family!” Jennifer said winking at Paul.
“Does your arse need re-warming?”
Jennifer shook her head in mock horror as she pulled the duvet up around her neck.
“Trouble is I don’t even know who Caroline Norton was.” Jennifer said peeking out of her protective bedclothes.
Paul sighed, as he went over old ground again with her.
“She was the mistress of Lord Melbourne when he was Prime Minister. Lord Melbourne was one of Queen Victoria’s favourites, she looked upon him as a father figure who educated and coached her in the ways of royal protocol.”
“A father figure, as in a strict Victorian father?” Jennifer said giggling at the idea of the young queen being spanked by her first minister.
“Well it had been rumoured! As it was common knowledge that he liked giving out the odd spanking to any receptive ladies; as a matter of fact Lord Melbourne just seem to stagger from one scandal to another. Lord Byron cuckolded him with his first wife Lady Caroline Lamb, it was her that said Byron was ‘mad bad and dangerous to know’.”
“I’ve heard of those two!” Jennifer said triumphantly, “Now their letters would be worth some money!”
Paul nodded, then handed Jennifer the second letter.

My dearest C
I am at a loss as to how you could take these accusations seriously. If I was to behave in such a manner I would be no better than an overseer on a cotton plantation, indeed I would be even worse, as the whipping that I allegedly administrated was without any real cause.
The fact of the matter is, that when one holds such a high office as I do one is always open for brickbats being hurled ones way.
Indeed Lady LP did come to see me at my home, she came with a petition from her husband, and she also made it clear that she amenable to any method to get that petition into parliament. She made it quite clear that she was open to using sexual favours to gain my compliance.
I admit that indeed I did indulge in a minor dalliance with her. I said to her, ‘madam I cannot believe that you think that the governance of the empire can be swayed by the charms of a lady, such arrogance cannot go unpunished’
I then sat down and patted my lap, indicating where I wanted her.
Without any complaints she lowered herself over my knees, indeed she even lifted her own skirts and parted the back of her drawers exposing to me her pale chubby cheeks. As you can imagine her cheeks did not stay pale for very long, as my hands got to work on them. In no time at all she was squirming upon my lap, her hips rising and falling either to evade or to meet my falling palm. In fact she seemed well versed in the delights of a good firm spanking, so much so that without any other ministrations upon my part I fetched her with just the touch of my hand upon her bottom.
Of course by now I was myself in the need of relief, rather than being unfaithful to you or making Lady LP be unfaithful to her husband I made use of her mouth, which again she seemed well versed in and gave no hint of shame as she took me in that manner.
The problems arose later when it became clear that I was not going to support her husband’s petition, after all I had not promised her that I would, though she seemed to think otherwise.
So the whole tale that she related to you was pure fiction on her part, no doubt just a bid to break up our relationship.

Your loving W

“So what do you think Jen?” Paul asked.
“Two lovers sending each other fantasy letters to get off on.” Jennifer replied.
Paul nodded, though he was hoping for something more definitive than that.
“So should I try and sell them or keep them?”
“Keep them, at least till you can get hold of samples of Melbourne’s hand writing.”
“I’d never thought of that.” Paul said, amazed that he could have missed something so obvious.
“I know typical male, goes at everything like a bull in a china shop!”

“You aren’t too big to go over my knee you know!” Paul said in his sternest voice.
“I know Sir, I’m such a cheeky girl I just can’t help myself.” Jennifer replied, then bit down on her lower lip and looked at him doe eyed.
“Yes well let’s get those cheeks over here!” Paul said as he tapped his lap in the same way the Melbourne did in the letter knowing that Jen had been turned on by the faked missives.
As Jennifer draped herself over Paul’s lap, he noticed that the redness of her previous spanking had not yet faded. So for the second time that day Jennifer found herself wriggling under the rapid falling of Paul’s hard palm, all doubts that she had previously held about whether she was really into spanking or not were now dispelled.
For the second time this month Jennifer was receiving corporal punishment due to one of Uncle George's Victorian forgeries!

Wednesday, 19 September 2012

Murgha Most Fowl pt2.

Helen watched as Chloe slowly and painfully climbed off the two chairs knowing only too well that it was her turn next. Her eyes then caught Gabby's, she could tell by the half smile on Gabby's face that her punishment was going to cause even more frenetic activity of Gabby's fingers under the table.
Helen sighed and shook her head.
Chloe made her way to her side, still unaware that her punishment had been causing her sister such sexual excitement. Helen then stepped forward still glaring at Gabby, the younger girl raised her eyebrows and shrugged her shoulders as if to say “it's not my fault”.

“So keen Helen?” Lady Pria asked.

Helen Didn't reply, she just mounted the chairs and got into position as quickly as possible, knowing all to well that Gaby's eyes would now be focused upon her naked bottom. With that in mind she kept her knees tight together making sure nothing else would be on view.
Then for some reason that she could not fathom out Helen spread her knees as wide apart as the dining chair would allow, knowing only too well what Gabby could now see.

“Now are you finally nice and comfortable?” asked Lady Pria.

Helen felt anything but comfortable as the backs of the two chairs dug into her upper stomach and the lower part of her ribcage. Grabbing at the seat of the second chair, she felt herself more precarious than comfortable.

“I take your silence as an affirmation,” Lady Praia said, “so we will begin, twelve strokes I believe we agreed upon.”

Even after just watching both Andrea and Chloe being punished, Helen was still ill prepared for the sheer pain of the first stroke as Lady Pria lashed the leather strap across her upturned backside.
Helen had viewed internet clips of multi stroke punishments which were of course fictional and made by actors and actresses, this first touch of the belt was a real punishment stroke delivered with full force!
Before Helen had a chance to grit her teeth and compose herself the second stroke landed, causing her to call out in pain.

“Oh dear, so vocal already and we have hardly yet begun. It looks as though Helen is going to be as equally as noisy as your big sister was Gabriel.” Lady Pria said sarcastically.

By the third stroke Helen really wished that she had tried harder to win the Murgha challenge.

“So Gabriel where do you work then?” Lady Praia asked casually as she delivered another fire brand like swipe onto Helen's rapidly reddening skin.

Already only a third of the way through her allotted punishment and Helen's tears were now adding to dampness of the seat beneath her. Helen tried to mentally zone out of her predicament, clenching her teeth she concentrated on Lady Pria's conversation with Gabby.

“Er....I used to work as a waitress in a place in the city centre but it now I just do a few nights behind the bar at our local social club.” Gabby struggled out her voice now noticeably gaspy.

“Really! That is so interesting, I run a catering company of sorts and I'm always looking for the right kind of staff.” Lady Pria said as she raised the tawse for the fifth time, “Would you be interested in working for me?”
Lady Pria's question was punctuated by another cry of pain from Helen as for the fifth time the belt lashed across her behind.

“Well yeah....I suppose so Ma'am...I mean yes Ma'am that would be great....” Gabby answered.

“As you can see I can be rather strict when it comes to staff discipline, that won't be a problem for you?”

“No Ma'am it won't.” Gabby answered, her voice now trance-like.

As if for a reminder Lady Pria then laid on three rapid licks of the tawse, as Helen wondered if she could cope with another four Lady Pria spoke again.

“Of course Gabriel you know that I still hold you partly responsible for last night's fiasco?”

“Yes Ma'am....I know you do.” Gabby answered in her dreamy voice.

“Helen still has four strokes to go, perhaps when I'm finished with her I should deal with you?”

“Er...I....well....” Gabby struggled out.

“Of course it wouldn't be with this leather belt. I was thinking more of a good harsh hand spanking, then I could see if you have the mettle to work for me?”

“I...I...suppose just your hand nothing else?” Gabby said, then Helen realised that Lady Pria had finally baited and sprung her trap, the randy little nineteen year old was going to get it after all!

Helen's rejoicing was cut short as Lady Pria laid on another biting stinger to her poor bottom.

“Yes but don't be thinking it will be easy, I intend this to be a real punishment. Though I do feel foolishly lenient today, so lenient that I'm going to let Helen here get off with only eleven strokes.” Helen sighed in relief at Lady Prias words till she heard her add, “ Do you think those last two should be across her legs, you know, like we did with your sister?”

“Oh yes Ma'am, I think that would so fair of you!”

'Little bitch!' Helen thought to herself as she felt the first fall of the lash across the backs of her thighs. The second lash had her, like Chloe before her, sobbing.

“OK Helen that is you finished stand up and join your two friends.” Lady Pria ordered Helen.

Helen climbed down from the chairs her thighs racked with pain from both the murgha and the last two punishing strokes of the tawse.
Her only consolation was the thought that now Gabby was going to be getting a spanking, “see how she likes it”, she thought to herself as she joined Chloe and Andrea.
Lady Pria picked up one chair and returned it to under the table, the other she turned around so that it would be at a right angle to the three already punished girls.

“Right Gabriel if you could come here please,” Lady Praia said pointing at the floor in front of her, “your turn now, so let's see if you can take your medicine!”

Sheepishly Gabby stood up and made her way to stand in front of Lady Pria.

“Hands behind your back please Gabriel.” Lady Pria said, then started to undo the five buttons on Gabby's pink and silver striped pyjama jacket.

Helen looked on through teary wide eyes, even though she would never consider herself gay she did find the naked female form exciting, though she would never ever admit that to anyone!

“I see I was correct about how pale you are,” Lady Pria said as she exposed Gabby's breasts, “if you pardon the pun your breasts are almost milky white, the paleness so brings out the pinkness of your nipples!”

Helen could see Gabby blushing madly as Lady Pria pulled off her pyjama jacket and threw it to the floor, next Lady Pria's fingers went to the waistband of Gabby's pyjama bottoms.
Slowly she peeled the thin trousers down over Gabby's ample behind and hips revealing a pair of full cut black knickers.
As Gabby stepped out of her pyjama bottoms she asked.

“Can I keep my knickers on please Ma'am?”

“What do you think Gabriel?” Lady Pria asked, “Really what do you think?”

Forlornly Gabby shook her head, as Lady Pria's fingers went to the waistband of her underwear and they too were brought down to her ankles for her to step out of.

“Now let's have a proper look at you, starting to get a little stubbly here aren't you?” Lady Pria said as she ran her index finger over Gabby's pubic mound.

Helen watched now transfixed, as Gabby dropped her head in shame then Lady Pria picked up Gabby's panties and started to closely inspect them.

“I see the marks of your not so very furtive activity is very obvious here! Did you think that I didn't notice you playing with yourself as your sister and your friends were being strapped?”

Helen knew that she should feel sorry for Gabby, but she was enjoying watching her humiliation too much to shed any crocodile tears for her friends little sister.

“When I ask a question you answer!” Lady Pria said as she delivered two quick slaps to the front of Gabby's thighs.

“Ow!...I...I'm sorry...I'm sorry Ma'am!” Gabby shouted out, more in surprise than in actual pain.

As Lady Pria read the label on Gabby's knickers a wicked smile crossed her face.

“How ironic! How so very apt, Spanx! I bet when you put these on last night you never dreamt that you would end up in this position?”

Helen bit on the inner of her bottom lip to stop herself despite her own pain from laughing at Lady Pria's little quip.

“Talking of positions I think it is time that you got over here.” Lady Pria said as she patted her lap by way of an invitation.

Now a picture of misery personified Gabby lowered herself across Lady Pria's thighs.
Then without warning, without even allowing Gabby to get herself comfortable Lady Pria started a harsh volley of hand slaps across Gabby's full naked buttocks. Gabby struggled to keep her balance as Lady Pria slapped her bare backside. Helen could clearly see individual red finger marks appearing all over Gabby's very full and now no longer pale bottom.
For her part Gabby was taking this very enthusiastic spanking in good part with hardly any noise coming from her as the kitchen echoed with the sound of Lady Pria's hand hitting Gabby's bare flesh!
Then Lady Pria just as suddenly brought her chastisement of Gabby to a halt.

“Now Gabriel, I think it is only fair that as you were so keen for both your sister and Helen to have leg punishments that you should also have the backs of your legs slapped. First though I would like you to part your thighs just a little for me!”

As Gabby reluctantly obeyed her instructions from Lady Pria, Helen was treated to a similar view to the one that only minutes earlier she had been affording Gabby. From where she was standing Helen had a clear view of Gabby's obviously wet sex and the view was having a rather disturbing effect upon her!
Now that Gabby's inner thighs were available for chastisement Lady Pria wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation.
Both the backs and high up the inner parts of Gabby's fleshy thighs were treated to a similar salvo to the one that her bottom had just received.
In almost no time at all Gabby's, up until now, admiral resolve was broken as she gave into a sudden burst of tears, her sobbing interspersed with a rash of pleas for mercy.
Then just as suddenly as before Lady Pria stopped her onslaught.
Then what followed made Helen's jaw drop, as Lady Pria started to explore Gabby's lewdly open slit.

“Gabriel! So hot and wet!” Lady Pria announced.

“Please....please don't Ma'am....please it's so...please...” Gabby begged but then her voice trailed off under Lady Pria's ministrations.

“Shh girl, just a little reward for be so very.... very obedient!” as Lady Pria whispered those words Gabby, like Helen had the first time over Sir Ian's lap, came to a shuddering climax.

Lady Pria then helped the now very shamefaced Gabby back to her feet.

“Go and join your sister and your friends Gabriel. See Helen it is not only my husband who can pick out those who are really into spanking.” Lady Pria said grinning like the Cheshire Cat, then added, “Now girls I would think that the four of you will want to make yourselves very busy tidying up all your post party mess. More so as I intend to ring for a builder to come around to give me an estimate for a new door. It may take a while for Mr. Glover to get here, what with it being a bank holiday. Or he could land in twenty minutes or so and I'm afraid girls you are all going to be naked till this tip is tidied up to my satisfaction. So unless you want Mr. Glover seeing your red arses I would get a move on if I was you!”

Lady Pria sat smiling at the sudden flurry of earnest activity around her as she dialled the number.


Thursday, 6 September 2012

Murgha Most Fowl pt1

(This story features characters from the 'Sir Ian's Stables' serial)

It was surprising really that it had taken the three girls this long to find themselves in this position, after all if you place three single girls in their early to mid-twenties in a large luxury apartment in the centre of one of the most renowned party cities in England, it was only just going to be a matter of time before they threw a party! 

What better time to have a party than on the Sunday night of the last holiday weekend of the summer, more so after such an awful summer of heavy rains and storms. The problem is in these days of Facebook and Twitter what was meant to be a little get together of twenty or so friends soon gets 'poked and tweeted' till you end up with close on a hundred with friends and the friends of friends turning up.
Of course such a gathering of people in the city centre could not go unnoticed from the CCTV cameras, the camera operators watched with great interest as the revellers made their drunken way to the girls' apartment. One young couple, who it would seem were both locked in a mutual and urgent need to swell the city's population, had decided that the bank doorway underneath the apartment was the ideal site for their rather public and very lewd congress. This sudden and rather bizarre behaviour had been the action that resulted in Northumbria's finest being sent to the girls address to break up the now very out of hand party.

The Monday morning though was now the time for the girls to count the cost of their merrymaking, to count the cost in real monetary terms!

“So what else is broke apart from the fridge door?" Helen asked as she tried to work out what she could have for breakfast that she could actually keep down.

“I'm not sure, the hallway door is sort of off it's hinges and someone was sick on the stairs, the whole place smells rank and the TV and DVD remotes have disappeared.” Chloe answered.

Helen wondered if she looked as bad as Chloe did, she certainly felt as if she did, with her head throbbing and her stomach performing somersaults as she stared vacantly into the now broken fridge.

“At least Sir is away in Belfast this week so we can get everything sorted out before he gets back.” Helen said desperately trying to find a bright side to their predicament.

“I don't know why you are both so worried, you pay your rent and if you want to have a bit of a party what has it got to do with your boss. Once you clock out it's your life and has bog all to do with him!” Chloe's sister Gabby chimed in.

“Yeah well it's a bit more complicated than that.” Chloe said trying to silence her aptly named sister.

Helen gave up on her search for a suitable breakfast and slumped back to her chair and the waiting black coffee on the table. She looked at Chloe and Gabby no one could ever take these two as sisters she thought to herself.
There were no familial likenesses to speak of, unlike her elder sister Gabby was quite short probably only just scraping past the five foot mark her short mousy coloured hair exaggerating the roundness of her face, Helen also assumed that Gabby's pyjama top would not be hiding cobblestone abdominal muscles like those of her sister's, or that her pyjama bottoms were covering up well toned calves and thighs.
Now the only likeness that Helen could see in the two sisters in front of were, that for this morning at least, they both looked terrible!
Chloe's long blond tresses were an unkempt tangled mess and Gabby looked like she had tried to do her hair with a hedgehog!

“So what! Just because your boss is your landlord it doesn't mean that he can lord it over you!”

“Really Gabby please just shut up will you? You are totally doing my head in!” Chloe said trying to hush her kid sister.

Helen wondered what Gabby would have said if she had known that only two weeks ago Sir Ian had given herself and her big sister four strokes of the cane across their bared bottoms for the sin of missing a gym session?
Would Gabby be so gabby if she too had the imminent threat of corporal punishment hanging over her head?
The idea of telling Gabby about their domestic situation amused Helen, how embarrassed would Chloe be if her little sister knew the truth about the girls lavish lifestyle, of course though Helen could never let on about it, but the idea did make her smile.
Then to Helen's annoyance Andrea walked into the kitchen looking like she had just fallen out of the pages of Sports Illustrated.
Wearing Lycra shorts and crop top, her hair tied back impeccably in a pony tail her skin glowing under a sheen of post jogging perspiration.

“Where have you been Andy?” asked a surprised Gabby.

“Just been for a little jog to blow the cobwebs out, I thought I would get out before the rain hit us, I just went for a mile or two, up past St James' and around Leazes Park.” Andrea replied as if everyone with a hangover should just jog it off.

For all that Helen liked Andrea, at times she found her serenity and rock hard constitution just a bit too much to handle, more so when she felt this ill. Also there was Andrea's Mediterranean heritage meaning that just the slightest of sunshine seemed to bring out a deep golden tan on her, even in this god awful summer.

“Be an angel Gabbs, and make me a quick coffee please,” Andrea asked Chloe's sister as she joined her two flatmates at the kitchen table, “looks like we are going to be forking out most of our pays this month on putting the flat right aren't we?”

No sooner had Andrea sat down and asked her question than the door buzzer sounded, Gabby answered it as she was the nearest to the intercom only to be met by.

“Whoever the hell that is let me in now!”

Chloe shook her head in despair slumping across the table putting her head into her crossed arms and muttering.

“That's all we need, you are going to wish that Sir Ian was here!”

“Who's that?” Gabby asked the three girls.

“Lady Pria the bosses wife, you might as well let her in Gabbs.” Andrea said matter of factly.

Helen looked at Chloe and Andrea, their countenances could not have been more different. Chloe looked as if she wished the earth would swallow her up. Andrea on the other hand looked totally disinterested that Lady Pria would be in the rubbish strewn and vandalised apartment in only a matter of seconds.
As soon as Lady Pria entered the kitchen, with Gabby trailing behind her, she wasted no time in getting started on her three tenants.

“So apart from the ruined stair carpet and broken door what other damage has been done?”

“The fridge freezer is broke, but we have all decided that we will pay for any damage done.” Helen said trying to placate the clearly fuming Lady Pria.

“Really? That is so gracious of you all, I'm honoured to have such caring tenants.” Lady Pria said sarcastically at Helen's innocent statement.

“We are really sorry Ma'am,” Helen said dropping her gaze to the table top in an effort to avoid eye contact.

“Hold on sorry for what?” Gabby rashly interrupted, “after all it was only a little party, OK it got a bit out of hand but that is not really our fault is it?”

Lady Pria turned to face the interrupting interloper.

“I'm sorry my dear, but exactly who the fuck are you?”

Helen watched as Gabby stared in open mouthed shock that this elegantly dressed Indian lady would use such language and use it so venomously!

“That is Gabriel, Chloe's little sister she was just staying with us for the bank holiday weekend Ma'am.” Andrea said by way of belated introduction.

“Well for your information Chloe's little sister,” Lady Pria said emphasising the 'little' whilst staring Gabby down, “I'm not sure what misapprehension you have over your sister and her flatmates presence here in this apartment but it is not the usual landlord and tenant situation as you are about to find out!”

“Please Lady Pria.....can we not deal with this know not with her here,” Chloe begged.

“No your sister was here for your party, so she can witness the consequences.” Lady Pria said and then added. “Do any of you have any idea at all the embarrassment that I felt this morning? Can you even imagine my feelings when I received a phone call from the police to say that they had been called out to a wild party at one of our properties. That there were people drunkenly screwing in the street outside?
I would think that the fact that you are all my husband's employees caused in even more mirth at the station!”

Helen glanced over at Gabby, she could see that the young girl was more than a little curious as to where all this ranting from Lady Pria could be leading, more so after Chloe's little outburst.

“Well I can tell you now, that when you are all running around later tidying up all this mess that you will be doing so with more than a little sting in your tails to remind you not to undertake upon another excursion into the world of party planning. Andrea go to the dining room and fetch me the tawse please.”

Helen did a double take, first she registered the look of total confusion upon Gabby's face, then she realised herself for the first time that there were instruments of corporal correction kept within the apartment.

“Yes Ma'am,” Andrea said then left the kitchen as ordered.

“So Chloe's little sister, as you were here last night when you sister and her friends celebrated in the English tradition of drunken behaviour and casual copulation, today you will witness a traditional Indian punishment.” Lady Pria told the wide-eyed nineteen year old.

Helen felt the urge to point out that none of them had been involved in any copulation the previous night, either drunken or sober, but wisely held her tongue.

“Also it will give you the chance to see just how competitive these three young ladies can be,” just as Lady Pria said those words Andrea returned with the tawse and now Gabby's eyes practically lit up as she finally clicked on as to what was about to happen, “you see I propose to make this well deserved punishment into a little competition, nothing to hard, just who can hold onto their ears for the longest.”

Helen noticed that at those words Chloe closed her eyes and shook her head in disconsolate misery.

“Whoever lets go of their ears first shall receive twelve strokes of the tawse across their bottom, the runner up shall receive ten and the lucky winner shall get away with a mere eight, under the circumstances I feel that I am possibly showing too much clemency.” Lady Pria then looked away from Gabby and turned her attention back to her three recalcitrant tenants, “right ladies it is time for you to prepare yourselves, Helen and Chloe pyjamas off please, Andrea shoes and leggings off!”

Even though Helen had half expected that Lady Pria would make them strip she had also hoped that she would have spared them that embarrassment in front of Gabby. Then again though she realised that the embarrassment was to be part of the punishment, also that whatever the shame that she would be feeling she knew for Chloe it would be manifold, being treat in such a way in front of her little sister!
As she undid her pyjama top Helen wondered what her first 'chariot race' would be like for her, being in a state of undress in front of hundreds of people?
She reasoned with herself that this was different, that with her knowing Gabby as a friend made it worse than being paraded in front of strangers, also she would not be naked for the race, she would be in costume and in character. Today though was going to be her herself, being herself and being punished naked in front of a younger girl!
After a minute or so they were ready, Helen and Chloe were both stark naked apart from their collars and Andrea was left wearing only her crop top and collar.

“As way of instruction for Helen and by way of information for your little sister I would like you to show us all how you hold your ears in Murgha,” Lady Pria said to Chloe.

Already close to tears Chloe stepped forward then with her feet about shoulders width apart she bent forward as if she was about to touch the floor in front of her, though instead of touching the floor she threaded her arms behind her knees and reached so that she could grab her ear lobes with her fingers.
Helen breathed deeply as she realised the view that she herself would be showing in a matter of moments, all of Chloe's intimate anatomy was on clear view, her buttock cheeks were parted making her puckered anus clearly visible her sex was split wide open the coral interior on full show to all who cared to look!

“OK Chloe you may stand again,” Chloe didn't have to be told twice as she immediately responded to Lady Pria's request, “the reason it is called Murgha is that in this position the victim looks a little similar to a cockerel, or as you will soon see Gabriel these three shall look more like pale frozen chickens.”

Helen looked over at Chloe who looked even more disconsolate than earlier, she then looked to Andrea who already had her 'game face' on and had left to where ever it that she goes to tap into her mental strength. Helen could see that it was going to be at least ten strokes for her as Andrea was more or less unbeatable in a direct physical challenge, so for her it was a case of beating Chloe to gain the second spot.
For after all two strokes of the tawse, were two strokes of the tawse!

“Right then ladies and I use that word with severe reservations could the three of you line up along in front of the fridge and the sink,” Lady Pria ordered, “now get into position, I'm sure you all remember the tariffs. Gabriel please take a seat, I expect this to be a long wait!”

Once Helen managed to struggle herself into the rather unnatural required position, she thought to herself ' this isn't that bad'. She was actually more concerned about Gabby gawking at her nakedness than the actual pain from the Murgha. That thought soon changed though less than two minutes later, her mind was then fully concentrated upon the pain in her shoulders and the rear of her thighs.
Her nakedness was now a forgotten thing as her whole body shook then she heard Lady Pria's voice.

“You see Gabriel they have brought this upon themselves, they have broken our very liberal tenancy rules by having a party. Also it has crossed my mind that perhaps you being here could have been a possible catalyst for their plainly unwise decision?”

“Er...I don't was know a couple of drinks...well that's all it was supposed to be...but all these people just like turned up from no where...” Gabby struggled out, now trying desperately to distance herself from the previous nights activities, the very same activities that she was so keen to defend just minutes earlier.

As she listened Helen knew what Lady Pria was doing, she was trying to somehow bring Gabby into the upcoming punishment.
The outcome of Lady Pria's scheming was the least of Helen's worries though as the pain built up in her muscles and joints under this alarmingly effective torture.
She wondered what would be worse, the sharp pain of that heavy looking leather strap, or this slow insidious building up of lactic acid?
As her whole body was now shaking under her Murgha torment she decided that the full twelve strokes were going to be for her after all, she let go of her ears and stood up. To her shock she could not believe what Lady Pria said “Only four minutes Helen? I had expected so much more from you!” surely it had been ten or twelve minutes at least, but no when she looked at the clock on the cooker she saw that Lady Pria was right, it had only felt so much longer.

“You see Gabriel, Helen is still new to our little group she has not quite yet got the tenacious outlook of her two comrades,” Lady Pria said in a mocking tone, “of course though you don't know of our little group do you?”

As Gabby shook her head, Helen heard Chloe sigh deeply knowing that her baby sister was about to learn things that Chloe would have preferred were kept secret.
Lady Pria spared nothing as she told Gabby of the true situation that her elder sister was in, she explained in full the pony girl chariot races and the strict corporal discipline used by herself and Sir Ian, hand spankings for minor indiscretions and canes or leather straps for the more serious, as she would see today.
She also explained in full the financial and material rewards that the three girls received and also the significance of the girls leather collars.

“I'd wondered about those collars,“ Gabby said, “I thought maybe it was some sort of gang thing, you know you read about stuff like that,”

This seemed to cause Lady Pria a great deal of amusement, the idea of Andrea, Chloe and Helen being gang-girls!
As Lady Pria continued detailing the girls true situation Helen took this as her chance to sit down at the back of the table to try to at least minimise her nakedness. As she sat she felt the coldness of the vinyl cushion cover on her naked bottom knowing only to well that soon she would be getting that very area very warmed up.
As Lady Pria continued talking to Gabby, Helen felt so sorry for Chloe, it was bad enough for herself having her secret life talked over in such a manner but how must Chloe feel hearing her little sister being told such details?
Helen then noticed that for all that Lady Pria was talking to her Gabby's gaze was firmly locked upon the two lewdly displayed figures in front of her, 'did she look so closely at me?' she wondered, of course she knew that the answer would be in the affirmative.
Then finally, after twenty tortuous minutes Chloe gave in and let go of her ears and struggled back to the upright position.
'So that's it,' Helen thought to herself, 'now we just have to wait for the running order to be belted in!'

“Surprise, the indomitable Andrea wins again! Please stand Andrea,” as Andrea obeyed Lady Pria's instruction and rose upright in one fluid movement, Lady Pria added “if you could be a dear Andrea and set out two chairs, musical chairs style please?”

Helen did not have a clue what 'musical chairs' meant until Andrea got two of the chairs from the kitchen table and placed them back to back. Then it became clear what Lady Pria intended.

“Gabriel you may remain seated where you are, Chloe, Helen could you both stand over there by the door? Andrea as the winner you shall be first, up on the chairs bottom facing this way please.” Lady Pria said rearranging the girls viewing and punishment positions to her liking.

As Andrea mounted the chairs she knelt upon one and draped herself over where the two backs met placing her hands upon the second chair. From where they were standing Helen and Chloe would have a perfect view of Andrea's facial reactions whereas Gabby would be viewing from the 'business end' of the proceedings.
Lady Pria picked up the tawse in her right hand, to Helen the leather strap now seemed that little thicker than before, it seemed that bit more frightening as it's use and it's hot kiss became very imminent.
Helen looked deeply into Andrea's eyes as Lady Pria drew back the tawse, holding its tip in her left hand she then let go and unleashed it with her right hand across Andrea's upturned bottom. The noise of the impact of leather on bare skin registered deeply in Helen's consciousness, involuntarily her bare toes went to grip at the tiled floor like a kitten trying to climb a scratching post as she tensed her own buttocks. Looking at Andrea, Helen could see that the first stroke seemed to have had more effect upon herself than on Andrea. Andrea merely winced slightly at the tawse's biting caress.
Helen knew though that her real gauge of the effectiveness of the tawse in Lady Pria's hand would come with Chloe's punishment and not that of Andrea's. Andrea openly admitted that to an extent she enjoyed receiving corporal correction, whereas Chloe looked upon it as a consequence of their lifestyle and though Helen had found a certain sexual frisson with the punishments she had received at Sir Ian's hands she felt none of that pent up excitement today.
Today she only felt a deep dark dread!
By the fifth stroke Helen could see that Lady Pria was now having a real effect upon Andrea, instead of only wincing as the belt fell upon her, her eyes were now tightly closed as she awaited her final three strokes, in Helen's mind this did not bode well at all for Chloe and herself.

“Right Andrea, you and Chloe may now swap places. As always you have taken your licks with admirable stoicism.” Lady Pria said as she stood back from the still kneeling and bent Andrea.

With the minimal amount of fuss the now red and teary faced Andrea stood back to her feet and walked over to where Chloe was standing. Helen took this opportunity to check out Andrea's backside and she did not like what she saw. Andrea's arse was a mass of painful looking red and black overlapping weals.

“Please Ma'am can you send Gabby out of the room for my just doesn't seem right her watching.” Chloe pleaded.

“Since when did you decide what was right or wrong?” asked Lady Pria.

Chloe went to say something but then changed her mind and looked at the floor instead.

“I would have thought that you would be happy to have your sister here as moral support, I'm sure that Gabriel would like to stay here for you, is that not right Gabriel?” Lady Pria asked, or should I say stated.

“Well...” Gabby said unsure of how to put her feelings into words, “I think that I should stay know to give my what her Ladyship just said there...”

Helen could tell by the look in Gabby's eyes that she had no intention of missing this for the world, being an only child though she could never understand the whole sibling rivalry thing.
What she could understand though was the look in Gabby's eyes, the look that told her little Gabby was quite enjoying this morning, no matter what her words said.
Chloe then looked at Andrea, hoping perhaps for some support from her, that support though was certainly not forth coming.

“Come on Chloe just get on with it and get it over with,” Andrea said impatiently still rubbing at her beaten buttocks.

Throwing in the towel Chloe moved forward to take up her place upon the chairs. Helen could see that Chloe's extended time in Murgha had taken its toll upon her muscles as she winced as she bent herself across the chair backs, her pain no doubt accentuated by her sisters gaping presence.
Lady Pria took up her now familiar position tawse in hand.
Then Chloe's first stroke hit home but unlike Andrea, Chloe was very vocal as she let out a strange noise, a sort of cross between a loud gasp and a quiet scream.

“Now Gabriel, you can see that your sister's paler complexion marks up very differently to Andrea's olive skin. See how her flesh reddens so easy almost upon impact!” Lady Pria said not only by way of a commentary for Gabby but also as a method to heap further humiliation upon Chloe.

The second stroke came down, again causing the same 'aaahumph' noise from Chloe.

“See Gabriel, quite quite red!” Lady Pria then added, “I dare bet looking at you that you are even paler than your sister, under that clothing I bet you are milky white, am I right?”

Gabby did not know whether Lady Pria expected an answer, her questioning eyes darted to Andrea who gave her a little shake of the head to ensure Gabby's silence.
Then the silence in the room was broken by her sister's guttural shriek of pain as stroke number three found it's mark.
Helen could see that Chloe's face was already tear streaked, she was not even yet half way through her allocation of ten strokes!

“Yes my dear, you 'English roses' mark up so well, it's a real joy to see the paleness give way to crimson don't you think?”

Again Gabby stayed quiet to Lady Pria's question, again her elder sister filled the yawning silence as the fourth stroke hit home.
Helen then noticed that Gabby was sitting differently, she had slightly moved her lower body around and her left arm was now underneath the table, Helen wondered if Gabby's fingers were now at work hidden from view?
Lady Pria then stopped, or at least postponed her running commentary as she delivered a further four strokes at rapid speed. These strokes caught Chloe out, she was not expecting the sudden change in tempo the rapidity caused her to buck and twist upon the two chairs, each stroke taking her breath the another landing before she could compose herself.

“Oh dear, quite a little display she is putting on for you here Gabriel, it would seem your sister has no shame with all this gyrating!” Chloe then burst out into tears at Lady Pria's words.

Gabby was now red faced and Helen could clearly see that her elbow was moving as she watched her sister's chastisement. Helen wondered how much worse Chloe would feel if she knew that her sister was frigging herself as she was being strapped?

“Two more strokes to go, I wonder where they should land?” Lady Pria said as she moved her right hand over Chloes naked buttocks, “Where do you think they should be placed Gabriel, overlapping the other strokes, or perhaps down here across the backs of her thighs?”

Gabby was now quite boggled eyed as she looked at Lady Pria, she knew that this time an answer was required.

“The backs of her legs....won't that really hurt her Your Ladyship?” She said in a far away daze.

“Two things Gabriel, I'm not a 'Ladyship', Ma'am or Lady Pria will suffice. Two, it will indeed hurt as that is my intention otherwise it would not be a punishment would it? I do recognise your sisterly concern and your valid point about her legs. So if I do strap her legs it will be done less harshly than it would be across her bottom.”

“Well....I suppose her legs then...” Gabby finally said.

As she heard Gabby speak Chloe started sobbing before the first of the last two strokes found their mark. By the time the final stroke landed Helen could see that the seat nearest her was soaked with Chloe's tears and it was her turn next!