Sunday, 29 April 2012

Getting Ready For The Campers - Chalet Maids Disciplined

Britain February 1959, Harold "Supermac" MacMillan in power as Prime Minister, the country now emerging from the austerity of the Second World War, rationing now thankfully a thing of the past even the blip caused by the embarrassing Suez Crisis now just a memory, Britain wanted to have fun!

Marcus Lansky wanted to help the nation to do just that, or at least the part of the nation who came to new his spanking new holiday camp .
Lansky had bought an old, and now disused USA military base on the south east coast of England in the previous winter, after much work the base had been turned into the "Channel Holiday Complex". Just five minutes drive from the town of Folkestone and it's railway service, all it took for Lansky to do was to let the local coach firms vie for his business, each one dragging their own prices down in and effort to compete, as did the local farmers and butchers for their wares, Lansky found himself in very much a buyers market.
Also when it came to a workforce there was no lacking in enthusiastic locals all wanting to work in the new boom industry.

Marcus knew though that some members of staff had to be to of a high standard, his entertainment staff for example had to be of a certain cut. They had to be likeable, approachable (though in the case of the females, not available), and most importantly capable of working long hours and still seeming  just as jovial at midnight as they were at breakfast time.
His catering crew had to be up to an equal standard as his entertainment staff, fair enough none of his clientele would be coming here with any ideas of Cordon Bleu meals, but by the same token they would not expect to get poisoned either!
So the only place that Marcus could see that he could really cut corners on wages would be with the cleaning staff. Chalet Maids, he reasoned could be hired from young girls from the local villages, hired at very low rates, with veiled promises of customers tips, and the opportunity of perhaps at some point rising up through the ranks to be one of the entertainment staff, to become a coveted Orangecoat.

It was a plan that Marcus knew could only be put into place if he had a suitable head of housekeeping, after many interviews he found his perfect housekeeper, Miss Maureen Sedway.
Miss Sedway was a thirty five year old ex-WRAC, but more importantly in Marcus' mind, was the fact that she used to be a supervisor for Lyons, and Marcus had always had a liking for the crisp uniforms of the "nippy's" in the old tea houses.
The way the girls were always so well turned out, the attention to detail of their uniforms, the discipline drilled into them from their supervisors, as far as Marcus was concerned they were all thing that Marcus aspired to in his chalet maids!

So Miss Sedway was hired, her remit was to bring to the Channel Holiday Camp a team of hard working well turned out girls at the least amount of wages possible!
At first Marcus thought that he was perhaps asking to much of the pretty, and oddly unmarried, woman sitting opposite him, but then she spoke.
"I will of course have total control over the domestic staff," Miss Sedway stated rather than asked, "total control in both the hiring and the discipline of them, I should warn you now though that I am quite finicky, and I believe in old fashioned discipline, if it was good enough for us in the WRAC's during war time it should be good enough here!"

Marcus nodded slowly, not really sure by what she meant, but the ideas that came into his mind were causing a stirring in his loins. He knew better than to ask for to many details, that way if things went wrong he could honestly deny any knowledge of Miss Sedway's methods.

"OK leave everything with me then," Miss Sedway continued as Marcus moved off into some dreamscape, " I agree that local girls would be best, the rates we will offer will be better than farm or shop work that's available around here,so to realistically earn more they would have to travel into either Folkestone or Dover, also the country girls will prove to be a little more....shall we say malleable to our wishes, I think eighteen to twenty should be our ideal age range, with memories of school still fresh in their minds my methods will not seem to alien to them, also as they will be under the age of twenty one they aren't quite yet adults in the eyes of either society or the law,"

Now Marcus was pretty sure that Miss Sedway was referring to corporal punishment, and the stirring was now an uncomfortable throb  at the the mental images of caned young chalet maids bottoms!
"Yes Miss Sedway whatever you think is best, you have my total support!" Marcus said, in his minds eye though, all he could see was the woman opposite him clutching a rattan cane, ready to administer her aforementioned "old fashioned discipline".

Left to her own devices, Maureen Sedway quickly assembled a domestic team of twenty two girls all under the age of twenty one, also she had brought in a local nineteen year old lad called Tom to act as a sort of odd job boy, to do jobs perhaps to physically challenging for the girls. Tom had served almost two years in the Royal Engineers before being sent home with a bad chest infection, which thankfully now he had fully recovered from. Miss Sedway saw in him the ideal person for the role of her general gopher.

During the interview process she had tried to make it clear her views on discipline, though she felt the penny had not dropped with a couple of the girls. One or two seemed to know exactly what she was referring to but the look in their eyes seemed to hold some  disbelief in her sincerity.
To Miss Sedway this didn't really matter as she had a plan to hammer into the girls her seriousness long before the camp actually opened. So in that way should any of the girls decide that working for her was not for them she would have plenty time to find replacements before the season began and the camp opened.
To that effect, all the girls were issued with uniforms, nothing to fancy, just smart and functional.

Three powder blue thick knee length cotton dresses.
Four white tabards.
Two powder blue mop hats.
The girls were expected to keep their uniforms in immaculate condition, and would be inspected each morning before work began, demerits awarded for any stained or incorrect items. Also the girls were expected to supply their own plain black shoes (no high heels), and black stockings.

All the girls were to come to the camp six o'clock sharp on Monday the sixteenth of February to get the camp ready for the campers, that gave Miss Sedway a comfortable five weeks to weed out and replace any unsuitables, and also to stamp her authority upon the others before the season began. She was determined to have them all singing from the same hymn sheet before the gates opened to the public.

The first two weeks went by without any problems, or at least so the girls thought.
As the camp wasn't really open yet one or two looked upon the uniform requirements as being optional, even though Miss Sedway had pointed out otherwise!
Some had decided by the same logic, that timekeeping was also not as important in these "down weeks" as it would be once they were open for business, again these girls were also incorrect in that assumption.

In truth Maureen Sedway had hoped for just such a reaction from her blossoming staff, it gave her the chance to clear the air on certain matters, and to make things plain of how things would be dealt with in the future.
Each indiscretion, no matter how minor, was noted as a demerit. Once eight demerits had been reached within a calender month action would be taken, the girls were made aware of the demerits, the action though was to prove to be rather eye opening for the majority of her staff!

On the Saturday morning, the last day of February Maureen gathered all her female charges together in the staffroom after already sending Tom off to do any little odd jobs that he had on his to do list. Tom was really a boon to her, as he more or less just got on with things, so he was left pretty much to his own devices, also she didn't want him around on her "day of reckoning".

"Right ladies, if you could all line up please," Maureen said, her little notebook in her hand, "I'll just do a quick uniform check before we start,"

Maureen was quite pleased, she had three girls on her list with more than the eight demerits, if she had had only one the effect might not have worked. One person may have tried to keep the shame of being punished to herself, but with three there would be no way that it would be kept quiet. Some would tell another in strict confidence, and through "Chinese whispers" their fate would trickle through all the staff, as was Maureen's intention.
After the uniform inspection, Maureen was pleased to note that her constant haranguing over the previous thirteen days had paid off, all the girls had passed with flying colours, facing her staff who had lined up military fashion in two ranks of eleven.
"Well we seem to be on top of things now, so today I thought with it being Saturday we would have an early finish and also have tomorrow off," she couldn't help but notice the smiling looks of approval at this announcement, "so to that effect I thought that once the indoor swimming pool had been cleared of all the mess that the workers left, we could all finish up for the weekend at about lunchtime!"

Now the girls were all smiles, a little bit chatting broke out, and Maureen - unusually for her - waited for it to subside before continuing.

"Sadly though, with this being the last day of the month, we have certain disciplinary matters to deal with!" this wiped the smiles of more than a few of the assembled faces in front of her, "so could Joan Murray, Diane Stuart and Mary Irving please make their way to the Flamingo Room and I will join them presently, everyone else can now head off to the swimming pool and get cracking!"

Maureen saw the look of horror on the three faces that she had called out, she had also noted the relief upon the other nineteen faces, perhaps all the girls did really acknowledge the prospect of possible corporal punishment, either way any doubts still being held would be dispelled today!

The Flamingo room was a strange building, it must have been used as some sort of theatre or cinema when the camp site was still a military base, at the back of the hall like room was a projection booth high up in the rear wall. Never the one to waste an asset Marcus decided to use the room as a daytime family cinema for rainy days. Also he had a sprung wooden dance floor fitted to rival the best of ballrooms, and installed a bar, so that the room could be used on the late evenings as a little night club by the parents once the kids were all tucked up in bed.
To Maureen though the little stage in the room would add a dramatic effect to her first and exemplary disciplinary action, any future actions would take place in the privacy of her office, but this first one had to memorable for not just  the three recipients, but their colleagues also.

What Maureen didn't however know was that the Flamingo Room wasn't empty, on his "to do list" Tom had the instruction, replace bulbs for the glitterball.
So Tom had decided, probably driven along by his Saturday morning hangover, that the quickest way to replace the bulbs would be to hook a crawl board from the projection room over the lighting rig on the ceiling, then wriggle his way out high above the dance floor change the bulbs then wriggle back again. It was quicker than messing about with scaffolding, and health and safety in the workplace was not really an issue in those innocent bureaucracy free days.
After the third attempt Tom finally managed to secure the thin board onto the lighting rig, he quckly shuffled himself along to the lights, after unscrewing the first dud and placing it on the board, he heard the doors open and the click of footsteps on wood beneath him.

Watching the three girls below, he noticed that one of them was Joan a girl from his village, a girl that he loved to tease and flirt with. Bringing the index finger and little finger of his right hand to his mouth he was just to let out a wolf whistle, when he noticed the distressed look upon the girls faces, he tried to hear what they mumbling about to each other, but couldn't quite grasp what they were saying.
Only certain words drifted up to him, "caned", "ridiculous", "to old for this" and "slipper".
These phrases caught his attention, and held back his intended whistle, instead he just lay there stock still waiting to see what, if anything may develop. 

Tom did not have long to wait, he heard the door open again, this time the footsteps were the unmistakable click of high heels on wood. He then swallowed hard as he saw Miss Redway walk below him, a thin yellow cane in her hand!

"Right ladies," Miss Redway spoke breaking the silence "as you were all warned in your interviews, I take discipline very seriously, I think I also made it clear of what you could expect for accumulating demerits, in case anyone is still unsure I shall now explain it in full,"

Tom watched as the three faces below darkened at Miss Redway's words.

"More than eight demerits in one calender month will require disciplinary action, that action is one stroke of the cane for each two demerits,"

The girls looked at each other, their feet shuffling, but no words passed from their lips.

"If action needs to be taken on two consecutive months, the third month will cause me to look seriously at whether to continue with the said girls employment, do you all understand that?"

Three heads nodded in silent assent.

"So that brings us to today, Diane and Mary both have eight demerits so you both will receive four strokes," Maureen said, her eyes now locked upon Joan's, "Joan however has managed to collect a spectacular eleven demerits! which I shall round up to a traditional six of the best!"

Maureen made a point of looking each of the three now miserable girls in the eye as she continued.

"If any of you wish to not receive my allocated punishment, the door is open for you to leave, and you will be paid up till today, so if anyone wishes to leave, please leave now!"

Each of the girls gave each other a questioning glance, but to Maureen's delight no one made a move.

"Mary I think you can be first, I would like to make this as quick, though I can assure you not as painless as possible, over to the foot of the stage please Mary,"

With leaden feet, Mary walked to the stage, then turned around to face Miss Redway and held out her now shaking right hand in anticipation of her up and coming punishment.

"Silly girl it is your bottom that I am going to be attending to!" Miss Redway informed the shaking girl, "lift up your dress and bend yourself over the stage!"

Tom held his breath, Diane and Joan stared at each other wide eyed, inwardly Maureen smiled.

"I'm sorry Miss....I...er...thought it would be like at school....it..it..was always on the hand for the girls," Mary struggled out.

"Perhaps it was at your school but it wasn't at mine, or for that matter in the army either, it was always on the bottom, so get a move on girl we don't have all day,"

Cowed, Mary turned to face the stage, slowly she lifted up the hem of her dress at the back, Tom watched intently as first the tops of her stockings and the pale flesh above came into view, then her blue knickers were revealed to his eyes.

"I wonder if she is going to get it bare bum?" he whispered to himself.

That inaudible question was soon answered as Miss Redway went to stand to the left of the prostrated chalet maid, the first cut fell across Mary's knickered bottom without any warning or preamble.
Mary shrieked out in both shock and pain.
Maureen waited for what seemed like an age, she wanted that first stroke to seep in, she wanted the heat and pain to work itself fully into the girls muscles before administrating the second stroke.
Then in a harsh salvo the final three strokes fell in quick succession, leaving Mary sobbing her tears now dampening the stage.

Diane looked on in horror knowing she was to be next, Joan was nearly in tears knowing that for her it would be six! Above them Tom struggled to make himself comfortable, his now burgeoning erection causing him some discomfort.

"Diane would you like to swap places with mary please?"

Diane could not believe the stupidity of the question, of course she would not like to swap places, what she would like to do was run for the door.
"Yes Miss Redway," she replied forlornly, as Mary rose again to her feet, her dress falling back down over her now hot and stinging bottom.

Tom watched engrossed as the taller darker haired girl went to the stage, he again held his breath as she lifted her dress. Smiling to himself as Diane's bright yellow satiny knickers came into view, often he had wondered what different tastes the girls would have when it came to underwear, now he was finding out first hand!

As with Mary before her, Miss Redway allowed for the first stroke to truly savoured before recommencing with the final part of the punishment. Unlike Mary though, Diane took her strokes in silence without any histrionics.
Tom licked his lips, knowing that Joan the object of so much of his teenage lust would be next, so many nights he had lain in his bed thinking of her, sometimes even thinking of her in a situation none to dissimilar to this one.

Joan stood in front of the stage, just as the two preceding her had done, she lifted up her dress to reveal a white panty girdle, then bent forward over the stage.

"No this is no good at all!" Miss Redway called out, "you can't expect to wear that, it wouldn't be fair to Mary and Diane, come on stand up!"

Joan stood up and turned to face Miss Redway her face the personification of confusion.

"That girdle will be like allowing you to wear armour plating, Mary and Diane had their caning's over thin knickers that offered almost no protection, so to make things more even you will have to have yours on the bare!"

Joan gasped wide eyed at Miss Redway's suggestion, her head slowly shaking in incredulity.

"After all we are all girls together!" Miss Redway added, knowing all to well the added shame and humiliation of having to bare ones self for punishment brought with it.

"Please Miss...." Joan pleaded, her blue eyes sparkling with tears, her right hand fingers tugging at and making little curls in her dark brown hair.

Tom looked down with a strange conflict of emotions, half of him pitied Joan's current situation, to his shame the other half wanted to see her bared and punished.

"Come along we don't have all day girl!" Miss Redway said making it clear that she was unmoved by Joan's childish display. 

Joan again lifted the hem of her dress, this time pulling it clear up her hips and high up her tummy, fingers shaking she struggled to loosen her suspender belt.

"Really Joan we don't have all day, just get that bottom of yours bared and hurry up about it!" this final admonishment from Miss Redway caused the poor girl to burst out into tears, "and you can stop that crying, you will have plenty cause for tears in a minute or so!"

Tom shuffled a little further along his ceiling top perch, his neck craning, desperate for a better view of what was taking place below.
Joan finally loosened her suspender belt, still sobbing she started to wriggle her girdle down and over her womanly hips, Tom breathed deeply in expectation of what was to be revealed. Then Tom felt his shoulder touch something, quickly he turned his head.
He turned just in time to see the dud spotlamp bulb twisting and turning in the air below him.

Twisting and turning, as it made it's downward spiral to the wooden dance floor below.

Tom closed his eyes tight as he listened for the inevitable impact!










Sunday, 15 April 2012

A Night Out In Saskatoon

The last time I posted it was of what I would call a "defining moment" in my life, my introduction to the physical side of corporal punishment. The paddling that I received at high school at the advanced age of eighteen, that punishment marked me in many ways, those marks remained after the bruising and redness had long gone!
The licks that I received from the coach followed by the short brisk hand spanking from my young teacher was at the time a horrible and humiliating experience. Later though at home, in the privacy of my bedroom that experience took on a memory of sweet, sweet submission!
My history lessons with Miss Bolan also took on a whole other dimension, even though she never mentioned or even hinted at that lunchtime paddling she had condemned me to, and also taken a part in. I would however some times notice her giving me long thoughtful looks, or at least in my minds eye I did.
Now though I would like to tell you about another "defining moment" the moment that brought corporal punishment out from the deep recesses of my sub-conscious to the fore of mind, where it still stays even to this day. Again it involves my erstwhile teacher, but four years later with me now a truly mature adult.

It was a cold Friday night, and I was in a club in the city centre waiting for two of my friends, when the weather started to cut in. The snow fell quickly driven by high winds, it soon started to drift. I realised after about half an hour of sitting alone nursing a glass of Molson, that my buddies were not going to turn up, no doubt put off by the quickly deteriorating conditions outside. As it was only 2002, my life  wasn't quite yet run by a cellphone, so it hadn't even occurred to me bring my cell out with me when I left my parent's house. Yes I was still living at home, a happy little singleton with no ties or commitments. So with no way of getting in touch with my friends, I had decided to call it an early night and just go home writing off the start of my weekend!
Then I felt a tap on my shoulder, and heard an all to familiar voice.

"Hi Jenni, you here all on your ownsome?" I turned to face my old history teacher, though when I say old I really mean young as she was only some four years older than me.

"Er..hi Miss Bolan," I said feeling my stomach churning, and my face flushing in that way that they always did when she spoke to me after that memorable lunchtime humiliation, even now four years later she still had that effect upon me.

"We aren't in school now hun call me Alice, you know as in School's Out," she said seemingly laughing at my discomfort ,and her pun.

I just nodded, as she invited me to join her for a drink with her friend, leading me through the bar by the arm she took me to an alcove where there sat to say the least, was a strange looking girl.

"This is my little buddy Paula!" Alice said referring to the oddly dressed girl, Paula was an elfin faced girl with short almost shaven black hair, the top of which though had been allowed to grow in to what could only be described as an Elvis quiff. It wasn't so much her hair though that caught one's attention, it was her dress. She was wearing a thin blue denim summer dress, adorned with an almost childish white floral pattern combined with her semi laced black boots and black pantihose it all made a weird ensemble, more so with the weather conditions outside!
As I sat down at the table Paula gave me a reluctant, almost petulant nod.

Alice took over the conversation as she used to in her classes, flitting around from one topic to another but somehow holding the listeners attention, and making all the disjointed topics into one cohesive whole. After about ten minutes or so she declared.

"I'm off to powder my nose, I'll get some fresh drinks on the way back!"

Alice then left the two of us sitting in an awkward silence, I could almost feel the loathing seeping out from Paula as we sat there, thankfully Alice wasn't to long in returning, a tray in her hands with three beers and three tequila shots on it.
Sitting down she looked at me her face full of concern and said.

"Jenni do you still live out in Furdale?"

"Er...yeah I do, still with mom and dad," I answered surprised that Alice remembered, or even knew for that fact exactly where I was from. I also noted a little smirk on Paula's face when I said that I still lived with my parents.

"Well I think you should ring your mom and tell her that you are staying in the city tonight, I noticed when I was coming back from the bathroom that the snow is really cutting in, I can't see any cabs wanting to go out that far in this weather,"

I think Alice must have read the panic in my face as she then added.

"You can stay the night at my place, it's just a block away and after all who could be more trustworthy than one of your old teachers?" the smile on her face though hinted at something else, something untold but implied, something that I was not at all sure about!

"Great...er thanks, is there a phone in here that I can use...?" I couldn't really turn down her offer without seeming rude, I could see though that this turn of events was not at all to Paula's liking.

"No probs hun, here use this," Alice said handing me her cell.

After I phoned home, Alice again ruled the conversation till she dropped the bombshell.

"Did you know Paula, Jenni was the first person that I sent off for a paddling?" Paula sat in her now customary stony silence, "not only did I manage to catch the end of her paddling, but I gave her a little hand spanking on her poor botty as well!" my stomach started turning over as she told her friend of my punishment as if it had been some sort of entertainment for her, "that was naughty of me of course, hand spankings were a big no-no, it was an odd system really, you could send a girl, or a boy for that matter off to get their butt's whacked by a muscly guy with a plank of wood but you couldn't slap their bottoms with your hand, go figure eh?"

I noticed that Alice's eyes were sparkling, almost lighting up at her recollections.

"Just think Paula of the effect that I could have had smacking some naughty eighteen year old boys little tensed up bottom? I bet their cocks would get thicker and longer with each slap, what do you think Paula?" Alice asked her friend in rather unfriendly badgering manner, then added, "but of course yo never think of cocks getting hard do you?"

Now it seemed that it was Paula's turn to be the one blushing at Alice's jibes.

"Aren't you going to ask what it was that Jenni did to earn a paddling, aren't you just dying to know?"

"No not really, but I'm sure that she deserved it!" Paula spat out.

"Oh dear, we aren't going to add bitchiness on to your sin sheet are we?" Alice said to Paula sarcastically, then turned to me, "we had a little childish temper tantrum from Paula before we came out, so I told if she was going to behave like a child I would dress her like a one, hence her lovely little dress!"

I searched Alice's face for a hint of humour. There was none, only a look of almost demented glee, was she drunk, high, or both I wondered, now having second thought about staying at her apartment.

"Anyway grumpy-grumps," Alice said turning back to Paula, "I caught this innocent looking young girl here deliberately flashing her panties to all the boys in the yard! now you would never do anything so naughty would you?" Alice then burst out laughing, apparently just at the thought of Paula flashing boys!

"Anyway enough chitter-chatter, let's get back to my place before we need another round of drinks, I've got plenty alcohol there to last us through the storm!" with that Alice threw back the rest of her beer and stood up to leave.

Like two little sheep, Paula and I followed.

So when we got back to the flat, I entered with an odd mixture of fear and excitement, as I still could not work out exactly what Alice and Paula's relationship was.

"OK Jenni, what would you like coffee or wine?" before I could answer Alice had picked a bottle of red wine out from a rack on the wall before even removing her coat. "Paula pop in the kitchen and get us three glasses please,"

Paula stomped off into the kitchen, and upon her return she slammed the three glasses down onto the coffee table in an over theatrical manner.

"Ah I've had enough of this," Alice said with a sigh, "I'll tell you what Paula, take one of these glasses back and fetch me your brush"

"No...you can't be serious...not with her here," Paula said, her voice in now childish whine.

"Yes I'm very serious," Alice said now looking and sounding very sober, "you have been in a rude sulk all night, and as Jenni is my guest and it is her that you have been rude and disrespectful to, I think it is only right that she sees how I deal with you behaviour!"

I couldn't take it all in, my heart beat was racing at what her words were implying, Alice intended to punish Paula? No I must have misunderstood the situation, mustn't I?
Then with rather downtrodden look upon her face she again left the room.

"and fetch some pins back with you as well!" Alice shouted as an afterthought.

Alice then smiled at me as she poured us both out a large glass of wine.

"I can't apologise enough for Paula's behaviour, I think it's the weather getting her down, either that or she just doesn't like you!" Alice then laughed loudly at her little joke.

When Paula returned the first thing I noticed was the large wooden backed clothes brush in her hand, the second thing I noticed was the tears in her eyes. She silently placed the brush, and four safety pins on the coffee table.

"Don't worry though Jenni, I intend to teach her a memorable lesson in manners," Alice said though whether she meant the lesson would be memorable for Paula or for me I'm not at all sure, dry mouthed in anticipation I gulped deeply at the wine the hot peppery liquid causing me to cough. "you can get a chair now Paula, no hold on not yet, come here," Alice said pointing at the floor to the right of the sofa that we were both sitting upon.

Still in complete silence, Paula stood on the appointed spot.
Alice leant forward and grabbed Paula's hips and span her around so that her bottom was now facing us. I heard Paula let out a little gasp as Alice lifted the back of her denim dress up her back way past her hips, then she pinned the dress up with two of the safety pins.
I was quite surprised to see that Paula had a much fuller bottom than I had expected, her opaque pantihose masking the colour of her full cut panties. 
Then with another push at her hips, Paula was again facing us, her eyes locked with mine, looking for sympathy perhaps, or maybe hoping for my intervention?
Either way, neither were forthcoming, I was too much looking forward to seeing how this would all conclude.
Now it was the front of her dress that was being lifted and pinned up, her hand fell in what must have been an automatic reflex to cover her crotch from my view.

"Hands on your head....stupid little girl!" Alice growled, and Paula did as instructed, closing her eyes tight as she did so "there that is much better!" Alice then turned to face me, her eyes sparkling wildly, "of course you know naughty little rude girls don't get to keep their pantihose up for a spanking don't you?"

Much to my shame I nodded enthusiastically.
I watched in rapt fascination as Alice's fingers drew Paula's pantihose down to her knees, revealing a pair of pale blue panties.

"Jenni, do you think that rude girls should get to keep her panties up?" as Alice asked, Paula's eyes flew open in terror she looked at me pleadingly.

"No I don't think that they should Alice!" I replied much to Paula's distress.

Slowly, ever so slowly Alice tugged down Paula's panties till they met up with her pantihose at her knees.

"You notice that I make Paula keep herself well shaven," Alice said her finger running down the length of Paula's slit, "I so hate it when pubes end up in your mouth, don't you Jenni?" Alice asked, staring at me intently as her finger continued lazily playing at Paula's exposed sex.

"Er....well....I don't know.." I replied, now it was me who was blushing again, Alice smiled at me knowingly.

"Go and get the chair now Paula!" Alice ordered giving Paula a smart smack across the front of her thighs to hurry her on.

Watching Paula teeter along out the room, tiny little steps through the hindrance of her bunched up underwear, I was torn between a strange cross of pity and envy at her abject humiliation.
When she returned with a straight backed wooden chair, I poured myself another glass of wine and sat back to enjoy the show.
Alice took up her seat and patted her lap, the now shaking Paula lowered herself over, then placed one hand upon the floor, the other hand gripped hard at the rear chair leg.

Then Alice started, no warning, no preamble, just a volley of staccato slaps with the brush. The blows didn't look or sound all that severe, the rapidity of them though was obviously causing Paula some distress going by the look upon her face, and the writhing and twisting of her body.
After what seemed an age, but was probably only a minute or maybe two, Alice slowed down, but as she slowed the velocity of each slap seemed to increase. Each slap echoing through the room, causing the now teary Paula to call out.

"Please Alice......I'm sorry....please...I've learnt my lesson......I'm so sorry,"

"Don't apologise to me," Alice replied nonchalantly, "it was Jenni that you were rude to all night, not me."

"Jenni.....please tell her to stop....I'm sorry...sorry I was rude to you!"

As I watched her hair brushing, and listened to her pleas I felt disembodied as if I wasn't really in the room.

"Jenni....plea-se...she won't stop till you tell her to!"

"Alice, I think she has had enough now!" I called out as Paula's voice finally brought me back from my semi transcendental state.

Alice stopped, and helped Paula to her feet.

"I think a half hour in the corner would now do you the world of good," alice told the sobbing Paula, "while we finish our drinks,"

Without any back chatting, Paula stumbled her way into the far corner of the large living room, Alice then gave me a conspiratorial smile and said.

"Jenni hun, have you ever felt a freshly well spanked bottom?" for a few seconds I thought she was planning to treat me to the same punishment as Paula, "you can actually feel the heat on your hand you know?"

Alice then rose up from her chair and went over to Paula, who had more or less calmed her self down, to what seemed to my eyes Alice then ever so gently ran the palm of her right hand over Paula's red and purple bruised butt cheeks.

"Come here Jenni, try for yourself, I can assure you that Paula won't mind!" feeling rather light headed as the wine was really starting to hit home, I sort of stumbled over to them.
Paula was still standing with her back to Alice me, her arms tightly folded in the small of her back. I tentatively reached out to her naked rear, first just my finger tips, expecting one of her hands to brush mine away from her.
She didn't!
Feeling a little more confident, I cupped her right cheek in the palm of my right hand. Alice was right, I could actually feel the heat coming off her! It felt so alien to me to be feeling another woman's naked butt, it was so different to feeling a guy's. So soft, jelly like almost, but with not so much an underlying hardness, more of an underlying springiness.

Paula's silence in the proceedings made me wonder if I had indeed really just witnessed a punishment, or had I just been duped in a rather elaborate S and M foreplay?

Then I felt Alice's hand upon my bottom!

"Whoah.....I'm not gay!" I protested loudly.

"Neither am I," Alice said softly, "I so hate labels, Paula though she is a fully paid up member of the sisterhood, no male members in her club, is there"

"No Alice," Paula whispered, and Alice lightly ran the fingers of her right hand through Paula's black quiff, whilst her left hand somehow found it's way back onto my bottom. This time though I didn't shrug her away.

"You see Jenni," Alice said her eyes locked on mine, "life is about experiences, why deny yourself something just because of a silly label?"

I didn't answer, neither did I complain as that her hand slipped itself down the waistband of my trousers, her fingers then moved down inside my panties, her nails running down the cleft of my bottom. 

"I think it's time for bed now don't you?" Alice asked me, her stare still unwavering, "perhaps the two of us can console poor Paula here?"

Again I didn't answer, again my throat to dry to speak, I just nodded.



Friday, 6 April 2012

Labels

I'm currently in the long - very long - process of labelling all of our posts, to make finding stories/letters a little easier. Please bear with us on this, as it's taking a tad longer than I thought that it would, and I'm not blessed with either patience or a fast PC!

Wednesday, 4 April 2012

Comments - Deleted/Suspended

Regretfully we have felt the need to both suspend and delete the comments on this blog. Although on many occasions I have personally found the comments to be both entertaining, and at times an inspiration to write further stories, of late we seem to have been dipping into a forum type situation.
This was never our plan at the outset of starting this blog, we only ever intended this to be a bunch of spanking related fictional stories involving adults only, intended for an adult only readership. For those who wish for a forum type website, where the pros and cons of CP can be debated, there are already many such sites on the net., all of which who are better geared up for that type of correspondence than we are.
So for the time being at least, comments will be limited to "followers" only, and those comments will not be public - at least for the time being.
We have not made this decision lightly, in fact I was thinking of making this action a couple of weeks ago but held back, over the last few days though a few comments have brought this to a head.