The Story So Far ……
Merrilee had told Pete about going to Gorselee Farm to spend four days there playing at their favourite sport – spanking.
Merrilee had given some cheek to Pete – so she had locked herself in the bathroom.
Is she going to spend the rest of her life there?.
Now Read On ……
‘I can wait my sweet, I can wait,’ Pete said, sitting down on a chair he had placed outside the bathroom door.
Half an hour later Merrilee peeped round the bathroom door. Seeing her husband sitting there, she tried to brazen it out.
‘What you waiting for?’ she asked cheekily.
‘Not a bus,’ he answered. ‘Come here, it’s time we had a discussion about your behaviour.’
‘Why, what have I done now?’ she edged out of the bathroom trying unsuccessfully to keep out of his reach.
Catching hold of her slim left wrist, he pulled her down over his knee. ‘I’ll explain as we go along,’
‘Let me go you big bully,’ she squealed, as his big hard hand descended on her right bottom cheek, rapidly followed by a spank to her left cheek. Her wriggling and squirming about became more frantic as the heat coming from her reddening cheeks increased.
But there was no escaping from the stinging slaps.
‘Let’s get these off,’ Pete said, pulling her flimsy black briefs away from her bottom and sliding them down her legs.
‘Right, little Miss Red Bum, tell me more about Gorselee Farm.’
‘Thought I told you last night.’
‘Some of it, but come on, tell me again.’
‘Why, have you forgotten? Must be an age thing. Ouch! That bloody hurt.’
‘Your mouth is running away with you again my sweet. Now, I’ll ask you once more. Tell me more about Gorselee Farm.’ His hand made contact with her red bouncing cheeks, making them even redder.
‘Okay, hell I’m on fire.’
‘I’ll call the fire brigade when you’ve finished telling me. Now, what did Delia say?’
‘She said there was only enough room for us and another couple.’
‘Anyone we know?’ he asked.
‘No, they’re new on site. They call themselves Mature Couple.’
‘Hmmm! Did Delia say where they’re from?’
‘Yes, she said they’re from Warlington.’
Pete beat a rapid tattoo on her bottom, laughing as she wriggled about over his knee. ‘Hey, just think, they may know your grandma.’
‘Oh dear, how embarrassing that would be,’ she answered.
‘That will be a first, you getting embarrassed – a brazen hussy like you,’ he retorted.
‘I’m not brazen. I just know what I want,’ she pouted.
‘Exactly! And that’s regular bare bottom spankings, like this,’ as he went back to fanning the fire in her bottom.
She kicked her legs wildly – all thoughts of modesty gone, revealing her hot wet throbbing pussy to her husband’s eyes.
His hand now lay motionless on her upturned bottom cheeks, then it began gently stroking them, wandering across both cheeks in a leisurely manner. His fingers dug into the soft hot flesh, in a circular kneading action. The circles were getting smaller and smaller, until his fingers were moving up and down the crack between her bottom cheeks. Then returning to her pussy, he began stroking her pulsing clit.
Bucking over his knee, she came to a long shuddering climax.
‘Thanks darling, that was luvverly,’ she murmured scrambling to her feet.
‘A pleasure my sweet,’ he said. ‘I’m feeling horny now, what are you going to do about it?’
Kneeling between his legs, she unzipped his trousers and withdrew his rampant cock from its confines. Encircling it with her thumb and forefinger, she began stroking the length of the shaft – up and down, gently squeezing the purple head – making him moan softly.
Then, opening her mouth as wide as she could, she placed it over his throbbing cock, moving her head up and down, causing his already swollen cock to swell even more in her mouth.
Suddenly, he pulled his cock out of her mouth, spurting his cum all over her neck and chest.
‘Yuk!’ she said, ‘look at the mess you’ve made,’
‘No problem my sweet, I’ll clean you up.’
Using a baby wipe, he swiped it over her neck and chest. Then using a second wipe, he cleaned her up more thoroughly. Some of his cum had trickled down between her breasts.
Reaching behind her he unclipped her bra.
‘And what do you think you’re doing?’
‘I’ve just got to clean up your tits my sweet,’ he said.
Lifting up her right breast, he very lightly moved the wipe across her nipple that immediately stiffened at the touch of the cool wipe. Bending his head, he put his mouth over it, rolling it around in his mouth.
His hand moved across to her left breast, he tweaked the nipple, making her squeal loudly ……
An hour later Merrilee redressed and headed for the computer.
‘Now what are you going to do?’ Pete asked.
‘I must start our packing list.’
‘I’d rather have some lunch,’ said Pete. ‘Get into the kitchen woman.’
‘You’re always thinking of your stomach,’ she grumbled heading for the kitchen.
Although, their visit to Gorselee Farm was three months off, Merrilee kept making lists on her computer. They would soon become very messy, as she would think of something else she knew was essential to take with. So, she’d add it by hand.
The day of their departure to Gorselee they were up early as it was about five hours drive by car.
Merrilee had packed the night before.
‘Don’t forget to pack your school uniform,’ he’d reminded her for the third time.
‘For goodness sake Pete, I packed it already, now let me get on with it.’
‘Ok, sorry,’ he went back into the lounge to watch the news on the television.
Merrilee had lain awake for hours; she was too excited to sleep. Pete had no such problem and snored his way through the night.
The long awaited day had finally arrived – their adventure into Spankoland was about to start. ……
