Blushing at Both Ends (7 page)

And this nubile young beauty was his to punish whenever he wanted, his to put across his knee and spank as often and as hard as he liked, for weeks and months to come. For, though it seemed she had never realised it before, Susie clearly had a strong submissive
streak
. Despite her horrified reaction, she had made scarcely any protest and put up very little resistance to being turned over his knee. When she felt her knickers being taken down, she had uttered a tremulous plea, but had made no move to prevent him, nor even placed a protective hand over her vulnerable mounds.

And, having once submitted, how could she refuse on subsequent occasions? She would soon become used to resigning herself obediently to frequent regular chastisement. Her financial affairs were in such a muddle that it could take months to straighten them out – months that could easily be extended, since the management of the whole business lay wholly in his hands. And, all that time, Susie would be here in his house, at his mercy, his to punish. Here to be spanked to his heart's content, as often as he liked, as hard as he liked, as long as he liked – spanked with hand or strap, with hairbrush, paddle or tawse – spanked on this beautiful bare bottom that no one had ever smacked before. It was a breathtakingly delicious prospect.

Face-down across Matthew's lap, Susie wriggled nervously. What on earth was he waiting for? She knew he must be admiring her bare bottom, feasting his eyes on its voluptuous curves – and that was flattering, for she knew it was an attractive rear, even if (she had always felt) a little on the plump side. But what an undignified spectacle she must present – draped humiliatingly over the lap of a man she scarcely knew, with her knickers down and the soft full mounds of her bottom upraised and bare, ready for his punishing hand.

But was he really going to spank her, she found herself wondering – for if he was, why hadn't he started yet? Perhaps it was all an elaborate joke and in a moment he would release her scot-free. And, even if he was going to spank her, she thought hopefully, how bad could that be? He was only going to use his hand, after all.
That
couldn't hurt much – could it?

A moment later, she gasped out loud.

Susie's gasp was as much from surprise as pain. Until that moment, she'd had no idea how much the impact of a hard male hand, descending with pitiless force, can sting the soft pampered flesh of a bare female bottom. Now she knew – and how!

Her second gasp was closer to a yelp. Only two smacks – and already both cheeks were smarting vividly. When it came to the spanking of young ladies, Matthew, she realised, was an expert. He had given no indication how long this, her first ever spanking, would last, but Susie suspected it wouldn't by any means be brief. And, if her bottom smarted like this after just two spanks, what on earth would it feel like by the time he finished?

‘Oh please,' she begged pitifully, ‘not so hard! It
hurts
!'

‘That, young lady,' said Matthew cheerfully, ‘is the idea.'

Ten more times his hand rose and fell, each spank ringing round the walls of the room, echoing like a pistol shot – and each eliciting yelps, gasps and frantic protests from the pretty young blonde squirming bare-bottomed across his lap.

After a dozen spanks Matthew paused, admiring the effect of his efforts so far. Susie was clearly going to be every bit as enjoyable to spank as he had hoped. Hers was the kind of pale delicate skin that coloured readily – already a fetching pink blush suffused the trembling mounds. And she was proving a pleasingly responsive spankee, gasping and yipping at every stroke, writhing and kicking, already begging for mercy with her punishment scarcely started. Some spankers demanded that their victims stayed stoically silent, but not Matthew. To him, there was no more exquisite music than the squeals and wails of a naughty girl receiving a sound bare-bottom spanking, her cries harmonising perfectly with
the
crisp rhythmic smack of palm on soft bare female bottom-flesh. Such music, after all, no less than the ever-deepening blush on the bouncing cheeks, provided gratifying proof that his chastisement was having its full desired effect.

So with a sense of delight he resumed Susie's spanking, smacking now this side, now that, on her soft squirming globes and taking care to cover the full expanse of the luscious target area.

Matthew believed in taking his time; to spank slowly and deliberately not only prolonged his pleasure but also increased his victim's discomfort. So he spanked the lovely girl hard and steadily, pausing after each smack to let its sting sink in before administering the next one. And from time to time he indulged in a longer pause to stroke the yielding well-warmed flesh and feast his eyes on the vivid blush that steadily deepened on Susie's glorious bottom, turning it from warm pink to rosy red to fiery crimson, until the radiant mounds contrasted deliciously with the whiteness of her back and thighs.

At one point, much to Susie's alarm, the door opened and Helen came in. But, mortifying though it was to have someone else see her in this ignominious position, she felt a surge of hope; surely the other woman, astonished and outraged, would put a stop to the proceedings? But Helen merely smiled calmly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world to find her respectable husband with a pretty young girl lying half-naked across his lap. ‘Ah, I see Matthew's taking good care of you, my dear,' she observed. ‘That's wonderful. It'll do you so much good, you know.'

Helen kissed her husband warmly on the lips, then leant down and patted Susie's roseate mounds. ‘Such a lovely bottom, my dear,' she said, ‘just perfect for spanking. And I'm sure Matthew will do it full justice. He's a wonderful spanker, isn't he? So skilful and
confident
. I'll never forget the spanking he gave me on our wedding night. I was just about the same age as you. What finer way for a young girl to start out on married life – face-down across her handsome young bridegroom's knee, having her soft bare bottom spanked hot and crimson? You can think yourself lucky, my dear. Matthew doesn't spank just any girl, you know.'

She patted Susie's bottom again, squeezing it lightly. ‘Oh yes, beautifully hot and tender – just the way a naughty girl's bottom should always be. But I think she can take a bit more, darling, don't you? Anything you need – hairbrush, a nice paddle? Oh, you're keeping them for the next time? Yes, that's probably the best plan. Well, then, I'll leave you both to it. See you at bedtime, dear child.' Another serene smile and she was gone.

With a sigh of satisfaction, Matthew resumed Susie's punishment. The brief pause had given time for the sting to sink in yet more deeply, and on her now exquisitely tender and ultra-sensitive bottom it felt to poor Susie as if he were spanking her harder than ever. An experienced spanker, he'd had good reason to ask if she was comfortable before her chastisement began. He wanted to be sure that nothing, not the least little thing, would distract this sweet girl's attention from the fires he was kindling on her lovely bottom. And in this he was wholly successful. All Susie's consciousness, all her quivering nerve-endings, seemed to have rushed to her outraged hinder parts. Her skin was aflame and her nether globes felt like two blazing fiery mounds, as if swollen to twice their normal size.

Helpless across his lap she yelped and wailed, squirming frantically as spank after spank assaulted the tender trembling masses of her bouncing bottom-flesh. She would never have believed that a mere hand-spanking could hurt so much – or that it could go on for so long! And the indignity of it! Never before had anyone so
much
as raised a hand to her; and now here she was face-down across a male lap, wriggling and squirming, with her knickers round her knees and her trousers round her ankles, having her defenceless bottom-cheeks soundly spanked until – as she didn't need Matthew to tell her – they must be blushing red as ripe tomatoes. Oh, how it hurt! How sore her soft bottom was! ‘Oh please, Matthew,' she begged, ‘that's enough! I'm so,
so
sorry! Oh please, won't you stop?'

But Matthew was in no mind to stop. This was Susie's first ever spanking, and he was resolved to make it a memorable experience. Besides, she was such a joy to spank that he couldn't resist continuing to his heart's content. So plump and well fleshed a bottom, he knew, could take a long hard hand-spanking with nothing worse than temporary discomfort. And of course it was always good to start as you meant to go on. Amazing as it was that such a pretty, flighty girl, with such a delicious bottom, should have reached age 21 quite unspanked, it did mean that Susie would have no idea how severe a typical spanking should be – how hard it should be applied, nor how long it should last. A good long bottom-smacking session now would set a fine precedent for all those to come.

So for a good thirty minutes Matthew's hard hand remorselessly rose and fell, steadily deepening the rich crimson blush that now mantled every inch of the succulent target area. Poor Susie squealed at each smack, pleading tearfully for mercy, writhing and kicking desperately as the punishment built up the smarting heat in her defenceless cushions. Once she tried to protect her flaming cheeks with her hand, but Matthew simply captured her wrist in his left hand and held it out of the way.

‘No, no, my dear,' he murmured, continuing to spank her. ‘No interruptions, please. You must take your punishment like a good girl. Otherwise I'll have to get
out
my hairbrush – and you won't like that, my sweet, not one little bit. But, meanwhile, young lady, I'm afraid that act of disobedience has earned you another hundred good hard spanks.'

‘Oooooh!' wailed Susie, but Matthew, true bank manager that he was, never overlooked a debt.

After a few more minutes of crisp steady spanks, he paused and said, ‘Right, my dear, we're nearly through. But now for that extra hundred I promised you.'

‘Oh no,' Susie yelped, but, even before the words were out of her mouth, Matthew, with a startling change of pace, had unleashed a tornado of fast stinging spanks, delivered so rapidly that it seemed he was smacking both her blazing wobbling cheeks at once. The hundred spanks were administered in less than a minute, searing her tormented flesh. Poor Susie squealed desperately, her blonde hair tossing and her legs scissoring wildly.

And then at last it was over, and Matthew was lifting her up from off his lap, cuddling her, kissing away the tears, telling her in that calm warm fatherly voice that she was a good girl, she'd taken her punishment very well, and that now it was time for bed. And Helen was there cuddling her too, rubbing soothing cool cream on the fiery mounds, congratulating Matthew on having done such a good job. Together they helped Susie upstairs, undressed her, washed her, dressed her in pale-blue pyjamas and put her to bed – lying face-down, of course. Matthew sat down on the bed, stroked her hair and kissed her forehead – for all the world like a strict but fond father saying goodnight to his naughty but much-loved daughter.

And Susie, to her utter amazement, found herself taking his hand – the hand that had so mercilessly assaulted her tender bottom – kissing it and thanking him. ‘I know I deserved it,' she whispered, ‘but now I've been properly punished, haven't I?'

Matthew smiled, kissed her forehead again and gently patted the plump mound of her bottom through the bedclothes. ‘Yes, of course you deserved it, dear Susie. And I'm glad it had such a salutary effect on you. But I hope you don't think, my dear, that two years' flagrant irresponsibility can be requited with one little spanking?'

‘
Little
?' thought Susie incredulously.

‘Oh no, young lady – that was just your first spanking, and a very mild one at that. You'll be getting another one tomorrow,
and
the next day – and every night for many weeks to come.' He smiled his fatherly smile. ‘And of course if you're naughty in any other way, the punishment for that will be additional. Now go to sleep, my dear.' A final pat on her upturned rump and he was gone, switching the light out as he left.

Susie lay there, face-down in the darkness of a strange bedroom. Her bottom was still very sore, but the pain had transmuted into a deep warm glow that seemed to radiate all though her nether regions. Unbidden, her hand crept down inside her pyjama trousers, seeking the hot wetness between her legs – a wetness she had been humiliatingly aware of even while she was still across Matthew's lap. (Still worse, she suspected
he
had been aware of it too.) In no time at all her questing fingers brought her to a gasping shattering climax more intense than she had ever known before.

She drifted down towards a deep sleep. One small part of her mind, the modern rational part, was yelling at her, telling her she must be utterly crazy. If Matthew meant what he said (and not for a moment did she doubt it), then the next few weeks would see a sustained assault on the tenderest portion of her anatomy. No doubt those other implements – the paddles, hairbrushes and tawses he had spoken of – would soon be brought into play. They would
hurt
– hurt like hell! Sitting down in comfort would become a distant memory. A vision arose of herself pinioned face-down over Matthew's
broad
lap, kicking and squirming, her all-too-plump and spankable bare bottom blushing scarlet beneath his merciless spanks. She must leave this house
tomorrow
, first thing, insisted Susie's rational mind.

But its protests became a faint squeak and then faded out altogether. For an older, deeper, more powerful part of her told her that this was where she truly belonged – in this house, across Matthew's knee. This, or something very like it, was what she had been unconsciously seeking all her life. Tomorrow, she told herself as she drifted away, I'll be spanked again. And the next day, and the day after, and the day after that. Every day, without fail. And if I'm naughty (and somehow I think I shall be), then I'll be spanked some more. Lots more. And that's right. That's the way it should be.