The story so far ……

The sound of hand making contact with bare bottom echoed down the corridor at the Plaza Hotel.

Joe said he’d handle it and was almost at the door when Pete stopped him, suggesting that maybe she’d like to join them.

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‘No,’ Joe said, ‘we the staff at the Plaza feel we have to protect her. It would be like taking advantage of her.’

‘Oh right,’ Pete said. ‘Quick girls get dressed, we’ll carry on later.’

Knickers were pulled up and skirts pulled down. Joe hid in the wardrobe and Pete opened the bedroom door.

Christine came into the room carrying a pile of white fluffy towels. She went through into the bathroom – returning with the used towels.

Suddenly her whole face lit up. Picking up a leather tawse that had been left unnoticed on the bed; she bent down and started self spanking.

Pete was the first to recover, ‘hey Joe come and see this.’

Joe stepped out of the wardrobe – and Christine jumped, her mouth opened in a soundless scream.

Taking her in his arms, Joe held her tightly, rocking her gently and making soothing noises.

Christine disentangled herself from Joe’s arms and beamed at the other three occupants of the room.
She was still holding the tawse. Again she bent down and started self spanking.

Joe moved slowly towards her, taking the tawse out of her hand. She straightened up looking trustingly up at him.

Still moving slowly, Joe sat down on the bed and pulled her over his knee. He was encouraged by the beaming smile on her face, so he pulled up her skirt and tugged down her knickers to mid thigh. She wriggled for a moment then relaxed and lay over his knee waiting ……

To be continued ……

The story so far ……

Margie had just sat down on the couch next to Pete her boyfriend and was filling him in on what her old school chum Tazeline had told her.

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‘Go on Margie tell Pete – how much good friends were you and Tazeline?’

‘Oh errr, you know,’ she stuttered.

‘No, I don’t know, but you’re going to tell me aren’t you?’

She felt the blood rush to her face as his stare seemed to reach down into her very soul.

‘Now come on, tell me just what you meant.’

She stared mutely at him, embarrassed she lowered her eyes so that they were gazing into the region of where his belly button was situated.

‘Am I going to have to spank it out of you?’ he asked with an exasperated sigh.

‘It was four years ago, we were only sixteen.’

‘What happened?’

‘We were experimenting.’

‘Okay, I take it you don’t mean scientific experiments?’

She laughed nervously. ‘Let’s forget about it,’ she said. ‘What are you and your friends going to be doing next ….?’

‘No, we’re not changing the subject tell me now about you and Tazeline,’ he interrupted.

She hesitated a bit too long, and she found herself lying over his knee. He pulled her skirt up and her already reddened bare bottom was laid out before him.

‘As you seem to be having difficulty maintaining eye contact with me, now you can study the carpet instead.’

Raising his strong right arm, he brought his big hard hand down on her left cheek, quickly followed by a spank to her right cheek.

‘Ouch!’ she screeched. ‘That bloody hurt.’

‘Well you know how to stop me don’t you?’

‘Okay, okay,’ she mumbled.

‘I can’t hear you, speak up Margie.’

‘We – we had been to a club and had a couple of drinks.’

Slaapppppppppp! Slaapppppppppp! Where his hand had made contact with her bottom there was a fiery red handprint on each cheek.

‘That was for drinking under age,’ he explained.

‘Who the hell do you think you are – my father?’ she squealed.

‘I’m sure he would have done this, if he’d known what you were up to.’

‘My dad never laid a finger on me.’

‘That’s obvious,’ he said, giving her another half dozen slaps on her quivering cheeks.

‘Right, carry on,’ he said. ‘What happened when you were a little intoxicated?’

‘We were back at Tazzy’s place. Her mum and dad were away for the weekend.’

‘What happened?’ he asked.

‘We were all giggly and lying on her bed.’

‘And?’ he asked.

‘Tazzy kissed me.’

‘Did you like it, did you kiss her back?’

‘Y – yessss, our tongues were down each other’s throats. Then her hands were on my tits, she pulled them out of my bra cups.

It was as if the flood gates had opened. The words came tumbling out. He didn’t interrupt her.

‘She bent her head, and took my nipple into her mouth. It was lovely. Her hands were all over the place, they were moving downwards, then my mini skirt was up around my waist, and she nudged my thighs apart. Her finger was inside my knicker leg – sliding in and out of my pussy.’

She stopped talking for a moment; it was as if her mind was back in the past.

‘No one had ever touched me there before,’ she said it so quietly, he just about heard her.

‘Suddenly, her finger had been rubbing a particular place, and I heard a buzzing in my ears and I had this strange sensation.’ She laughed. ‘I didn’t know it then, but it was my first orgasm.’

‘I take it you enjoyed it?’ his fingers were wandering hither and thither over her hot cheeks.

‘Oh I did,’ she agreed.

Slipping his finger into her hot wet pussy, he started gently rubbing her clit. She gave a long drawn out sigh as she felt the walls of her pussy dilate and his long slim finger slid ever deeper into her love passage.

She came – convulsing over his knee. He remained silent. She was the first to speak.

‘Tazzy then asked me if I’d like to do the same to her.’

‘Did you? Did she enjoy it?’ he interrupted her.

‘Yes, she came so I must have done it right.’

‘Do you reckon it will happen again on Friday?’ he asked her.

‘I dunno, after all it is four years since we met.’

‘I really enjoy seeing two women together,’ now Pete was blushing. ‘If I give you a lift down to London, do you think I can watch?’

‘I’ve no idea,’ she said. ‘Let’s see what happens.’

What will happen on Friday?