A Gentleman’s Pleasure 2 — Ordeal in the Loo

The second and concluding part, from New Blushes 2.13

Fortunately Derek didn’t want to ask or talk about it. He thought she had been to Mr Granley of course, because Amanda hadn’t yet told him about this new gentleman. Sometimes Derek wanted to hear about her visit. An edited version of course, she had never told him that Mr Granley fucked her. But he knew about the spanking. He knew Mr Granley got her over his lap and spanked her bare bottom. And sometimes Derek wanted to hear about this, although he pretended he didn’t. Sometimes it turned him on, Amanda realised that. He wanted to hear about it even though he made out he didn’t, and then Derek would get all horny and want to fuck her right away, or right after they had eaten at least.

But it all depended what mood her husband was in. At other times he really didn’t want to know and at those times he just wouldn’t refer to Mr Granley or anything about where Amanda had been that morning. Today was one of those days. And Amanda was thankful that it was.

Because if he had tried to get her talking about it, well, she didn’t know what would have happened. Maybe she would have simply blurted it all out. The whole story, not some carefully edited version. The fact that it hadn’t been Mr Granley it had been this new bloke, Mr Robson. And yes, quite possibly blurting out also that Mr Granley normally fucked her, or quite often at least. This new bloke hadn’t done that, not yet anyway. But he had whipped her bottom with that bloody cane. And getting that cane across your bare bottom was ten times worse than being fucked. And anyway she quite liked being fucked by Mr Granley…

Yes, Amanda could easily imagine all that pouring out. Sobbing it out, because tears weren’t far away in any case. Sobbing, blabbing tears. Remembering that awful bloody cane. As she knelt on the bed. And earlier of course, out in the garden. with that bloody lawn mower, the cane also slicing in across her bare bum. In the bedroom had been worse though.

But Derck fortunately wasn’t in one of those wanting-to-hear-about-it moods, and so Amanda was able to keep her feelings inside. Under control more or less. So at least it gave her time to think. Was she going to go to Mr Robson again? He had paid her of course, and like Mr Granley, quite generously. And she could certainly use the money. Maybe she could visit Mr Robson and not tell Derek — and keep what he gave her for herself. Amanda was always short of housekeeping money. Well it was a thought, although she really should tell Derek if she was going to start with this new bloke as well as Mr Granley. Maybe tell him it was the same, Mr Robson wanted the same. A bit of spanking on the side. No mention of fucking of course (anyway Mr Robson hadn’t fucked her yet). And no mention of that bloody cane.

But that was all supposing she could take it. Take more of that cane. Because he was going to want to do it again, you could bloody bet on that. And could she take it? Coming away from his place, with the little knickers back up tight to her still sore bottom and also her coat on again, Amanda had assured herself that no way would she go there again.

No way could she take any more of that bloody cane.

But back home and with the pain worn off a bit, she was able to think about it in a more rational light. Could she possibly endure further sessions? Further painful but well-paid sessions.

No. Amanda really didn’t think she could. The memory of that cane was too much. She would just have to phone and tell Mr Robson. Or maybe tell Mr Granley. She was to see him tomorrow.

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It was naturally the first thing James Granley wanted to know. He took Amanda through into the drawing room and sat down with her on the settee and then asked how had she enjoyed her visit to Stanley Robson.

Not that James didn’t already have some idea. He had phoned his friend Stanley yesterday evening and got a first hand account. Stanley had used the cane, as James had rather thought he would. He knew Stanley Robson was partial to caning young women. And Amanda? Stanley had chuckled and said he thought perhaps she hadn’t enjoyed it all that much.

Amanda said a hesitant OK to James’ query, not eager to broach the matter of the cane right away. She would rather not think about it. But James did want to think about it. He had. It was one reason why he had suggested she should visit Stanley. Stanley liked to cane girls — and James rather liked the idea of Stanley caning Amanda. He wasn’t that desperate to cane her himself, he preferred spanking — and fucking her of course. But the thought of Amanda getting the cane from Stanley was a definite tum-on.

So that was his next question. He wanted to hear about it.

‘OK? That’s good. But can you tell me something else? There’s a rather special thing that Mr Robson likes to do to pretty girls. He likes to cane them. Did he perhaps give you one or two with his cane? Did he, Amanda?

Squirming, Amanda admitted that Mr Robson had done this ‘rather special thing’.

‘On your bare bottom?’ James was fondling Amanda’s tits now. ‘And did you enjoy it?’

So that brought them right away to the crux of the matter. Amanda blurted out that she hadn’t enjoyed it at all. And she didn’t want any more of it. She didn’t want to go to Stanley Robson again.

Amanda, was saying this, pleading. with some animation. Some distress. James had her blouse open now and was mauling her bare tits. Amanda was agitated and James was excited. He wanted to hear the details. Details of the caning. Amanda was forced to relate the traumatic facts, which she would much rather forget. As she did, James got even more excited. And inevitably he progressed from mauling her tits to getting her over his lap. Getting her skirt up and her knickers down. Spanking her bare bum. And then wanting the other too. Bending her face-down over the arm of the settee and getting into her from behind. Fucking her.

And when he had finished fucking her, and had calmed down somewhat? James said of course she had to go to Stanley again. Regular visits. Stanley was his very good friend and James wanted to share Amanda with him. And besides, a little caning was good for a young woman. A taste of discipline and all that.

They were sitting on the settee again now. Amanda with her skirt back down but her knickers still off. Also her blouse still open and her bra off too. James reached to fondle Amanda’s nude tits again. Due to all the recent activity her nipples were nice and erect.

‘Of course I may decide to use the cane myself. I’m thinking about it, my dear. For the moment, though, I’m content for just dear Stanley to do it. And you can tell me all about it afterwards when you come round here, can’t you?’

So it seemed Amanda was going to continue with Mr Robson. It seemed she had no choice. She couldn’t really argue with Mr Granley now she had got used to going to him regularly. And got used to those regular payments. Also she had got used to having her bottom spanked, and being fucked. She didn’t mind having her bottom spanked and she didn’t mind being fucked either. When she was in the mood both could be a turn-on. But that cane…

And she was due to go to Mr Robson again tomorrow!

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Amanda decided she had better tell Derek about Mr Robson. Not about the cane, just that she had started seeing him.

She told him that night in bed. When Derek mentioned that he supposed she would be seeing Mr Granley again the next day; thus giving Amanda the opportunity. Because of course she wasn’t seeing Mr Granley tomorrow, it was Mr Robson again. Mr Robson it seemed was now getting Tuesdays and Thursdays. With Mr Granley now Wednesdays and Fridays. It was Wednesday today of course.

So Amanda hesitantly explained. She had seen Mr Granley today. Because there was this friend of his. She had seen him yesterday, for the first time. And tomorrow she was seeing him again.

They were in bed and Amanda was holding Derek’s stiff prick. Stroking it. Yes he was horny and she guessed that was why he had mentioned Mr Granley. He was in one of those moods when it turned him on to talk about it. Mr Granley getting her over his lap and spanking her bare bum. That was what Derek wanted to hear as she wanked his stiff prick… and then he would get on top of her and put it in.

So if she was going to tell him, now was a reasonable time. There was a sort of stunned silence as Derek digested this information. Then his incredulous voice:

‘Another bloke! Christ! You randy cunt. You love it, don’t you?’

Amanda kept her voice calm while continuing stroking. ‘Don’t talk to me like that, Derek. You know I don’t like it. It’s just… I thought we could use the money.’

Another pause and then, in a somewhat more controlled voice, Derek wanted to know about this new bloke. And what he had done.

Amanda said Mr Robson hadn’t done anything that first time. But when Derek pressed her she said she thought he was going to want the same. To spank her bottom.

‘Jesus!’ he breathed.

But Derek was also hot to fuck now. He got over on top of her and spread her legs. And Amanda was ready too, from the tension and excitement of bringing herself to tell him. Her cunt was wet and ready. Derek slid up into her…

Naturally she had said nothing about the cane. And it was the cane which was in her mind now. As Derek fucked her. That fierce sting throbbing in her bottom.

And tomorrow she was going to get it again.

Yes there could be no doubt about that.

Oh Christ!

She shuddered. Gasping a breathy, ‘Don’t stop!’ in Derek’s ear.

Amanda didn’t want to stop fucking. The feeling of not ever wanting to stop. Because while she was being fucked, with Derek’s cock ramming her, she was being transported on a sea of physical pleasure where what was going to happen tomorrow wasn’t important. But as soon as the fucking stopped… and she came down that high……

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‘Hello, my dear. Lovely to see you again.’

Yes here she was again at Mr Robson’s. It wasn’t such a nice day today and he wasn’t outside. So Amanda had knocked, rather tentatively, at the back door. He had led her through into the sitting room.

‘Yes, let me see you then.’

He was helping her off with her coat — and she was trembling already. Unable to think of anything else but that cane.

Under her light coat Amanda had on a white T-top and short grey skirt. And under the brief skirt were those little red knickers again. Under the tight T-top there was nothing at all. Just Amanda. Her big boobs thrusting out, her nipples jutting. On her feet she was wearing white high heels today, with white ankle socks,

Stanley Robson, eyes aglow with anticipation, took hold of Amanda’s tits. He had phoned her half an hour earlier and she was dressed as he wanted. It was lovely to see the sweet girl was so obliging. So co-operative. But of course nonetheless…

Amanda squirmed as her tits were squeezed. But she didn’t object of course. She wouldn’t object to most things. Except… you know what…

‘Well we won’t be cutting the lawn today. It’s not the weather for it, is it? Not that you made much progress the other day. None at all in fact. No, not a very good start.’

Stanley’s hands squeezed more firmly at her tits. ‘Remind me, my dear. Did I give you a proper disciplining for that? A proper little lesson?’

‘Yes!’ Her voice had a panicky edge. ‘Oh yes. You definitely did.’

The cane? A touching up with the cane?

‘Yes! Yes Mr Robson…’ A touching up? It had been a bloody awful whacking.

‘Ah…’ One of his hands left Amanda’s tits and slid down. To cup her pussy through her skirt.

‘And did you enjoy it?’

Amanda squirming with his one hand at her tits still and the other now at her pussy. Shaking her head rather desperately.

‘No… ooooooo!’

‘Ah. Some girls do, you know. It gets them hot. Here. Between their legs. You weren’t by any chance extra hot in bed with your husband that night?

Amanda shaking her head again. Quite hot and bothered now. Stanley let go of her, and moved back a pace.

‘Mmmmm. Really? Anyway why don’t you take your skirt off now? And your knickers. You look so nice with your bottom bare. And your pussy too of course.’

He was going to cane her again! The thought came careering into Amanda’s head like a runaway horse. He wanted her skirt and knickers off so he could cane her again. She had known he would! But at the same time she had tried to tell herself that maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe it had been just that once. She had known she was kidding herself though. Known that Mr Robson liked caning girls. Well Mr Granley had confirmed it. And so he was going to want to do it again. Without a doubt.

‘Look sharp. Or should we perhaps have another caning right away?

But he was going to cane her whether she looked sharp or not. Amanda just knew he was. Nonetheless she wasn’t hanging about. Her hands went quickly to the zipper of her skirt. As she nervously slid it down she fell the first darting stab. An urgent need to pee.

Oh Christ!

Probably it would go away. It was just this awful state she had got into. An awful panicky state. Because of that cane! Yes it would go away. All she had to worry about was the cane. All!

She had her skirt off now. She was sliding down the brief little pants. Baring her bottom. And her pussy. But it wasn’t going away! Those darting pangs from the region of her pussy. They were worse. Telling her she really did need to go!!

Oh Jesus Christ!

Skirt and knickers both right off now. Standing straight in front of him, in just her tight T-top and the white heels with ankle socks. Looking very sexy…

Stanley’s hand reached out. To cup that bushy mound. Amanda uttered a strangled gasp. Because having his hand there… Oh Christ! She couldn’t control it. It was just going to gush out!!

‘Pl… please…’ she blurted. ‘I n… need to go… to the bathroom!’

Stanley’s hands squeezed her pussy. ‘A little wee?’

‘Y… yes!! Oh God…’

She squirmed away. Turning she presented her bare bum. Which Stanley’s hand took hold of.

‘A nervous reaction,’ he observed. ‘At the thought of the cane perhaps?’

No doubt it was, but Amanda couldn’t hang about discussing it. Unless Mr Robson wanted it gushing uncontrollably onto his smart carpet. She headed precipitately for the door. Stanleys eyes followed her wobbling nude rear.

At a somewhat more leisurely pace he followed on foot. He had paused to pick up his cane, and then as an after thought, her little red knickers too.

He pushed open the door to the downstairs loo. Amanda was sitting on the seat, an expression of desperate relief on her face. Or at least that was her expression until she saw what Stanley was carrying. His cane!

Better now?’ he enquired benignly.

Amanda had been feeling better. She had just managed to get on the seat before releasing a frantic jet. But that feeling had rapidly dissipated. She shook her head.

‘I was just wondering,’ he continued, ‘If It might be possible to use the cane in here. I think there might be just room to bring it into play. If I don’t use a lot of backswing of course. What do you think?’

‘No! Please!!’

‘Well we won’t know unless we try, will we? Get up on the seat. Kneeling. With your bottom facing me.’

She didn’t want to of course. But a couple of zippy cuts with Stanley’s cane across bare flesh persuaded Amanda that there wasn’t a lot of choice. Kneeling on the seat was awkward, and also painful. But not as painful as the cane!!

Stanley eyed her wobbling bum. He had never caned a girl like this, kneeling on the loo, and something. the newness of it perhaps, was highly arousing.

He tapped the cane lightly across Amanda’s quivering rear. And was rewarded with a shrieking yelp.

‘You should wait until you feel it my dear,’ he observed mildly. And then whipped it down.

THWATT…!

Amanda shrieked again. Her stricken bottom went into convulsive writhings.

‘There is room. Just enough…’

THWATT…!!

‘No!! Oh Christ…’

‘Wouldn’t you say so, my dear? It is possible…’

THWATT…!!!

To deliver an effective stroke…’

THWATT…!!!

At the fourth one she collapsed and half fell off the seat. Stanley caught her, hauling her back into position. He held her there with one of her arms twisted behind her back. Amanda was making desperate whimpering sounds. Her poor bottom was red-hot.

‘You need to show more discipline, my dear. I thought you were doing quite well, although a bit noisy. But then falling about like that…’ Stanley had put the cane down and his other hand was fondling her red-hot bum.

‘M… my bottom… my…’ Amanda was trying to say her bottom was killing her but the words wouldn’t come out properly. Stanley’s hand was enthusiastically groping.

‘Well, as I say, it’s all down to discipline. I mean I’ve only given you four. That’s not a lot, is it? Turn round. We can have a little break… and then continue…’

Amanda stumbled down off the seat. Stanley made her get back up, facing him this time. His hand fondled her bare pussy. And then her tits. He made her pull the T-top hard down, and played with her nipples through the taut material.

Then she had to pull it right up, to bare her tits. Her nipples were fully stiff now.

‘I think you’re just a little bit aroused,’ Stanley observed. ‘Aroused tits… and a wet pussy… well some girls do like the cane…’

‘No more!’ Amanda gasped. ‘Please, no more of that bloody cane. Look… can’t we… you know… do something else…?’

Because she was feeling hot now, and she wouldn’t mind it at all. And also anything was better than that cane.

‘What?’ Stanley asked. ‘What exactly do you have in mind, my dear. Can you spell it out.’

‘A… fuck,’ her voice was still stuttery. ‘Wouldn’t you like that? Mr Granley does. But please… no more of the cane…’

Stanley did have a fuck. But not immediately. Not first of all. First of all he did want to use that cane again. Making her turn round on the loo seat once more, to present her nude, flinching bottom again. Some more of that bloody awful cane…

Amanda didn’t want to think about it. Try and put it out of your mind. Afterwards he had fucked her. Up in the bedroom, on the bed. It had been OK. Well, good in fact. She had enjoyed it. As a relief perhaps from what had gone before.

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That evening when Derek got home he wanted to know what had happened. She told him Mr Robson had spanked her. Well, she had to tell him something. She said he had got her over his lap and pulled her knickers down, and spanked her bare bottom.

Derek seemed excited by this. ‘You randy bitch! Two of them doing it now!’

Then he wanted to fuck her right there. On the sofa in their sitting room.

On top of her and sliding in and out Derek gritted. ‘Perhaps I’ll get away from work one of these days and go round there. Sneak a look in the window. See him at it. Eh? And maybe I’ll see something else. Maybe he’s fucking you too. Eh?’

Amanda thought for the moment of telling him, but she didn’t. She was thinking of that bloody cane. She was going to get more of it from Mr Robson. Twice a week. Bloody Stanley Robson loved doing it. Even more than screwing. Oh Christ!