Paying for Their Holiday

Photo-story from Blushes 88 featuring Vicky Maxwell and the model who looks like she might be her sister.

Mr Malving, senior English master at Fairgrove School, had a cottage in France, in the Cevennes, a lovely unspoiled wooded region in the south-west, and each year he took four or five sixth formers there for a week’s holiday. Five was the most he said he could comfortably get in his estate but quite frequently it would be just four, always two girls and two boys.

Mr Malving’s invitations were extended seemingly in a purely personal way; that is it wasn’t only people studying French at A Level. If there was any basis on which these invitations were made it seemed to be that the girls were always particularly nice-looking ones. And then if those girls had boyfriends at the school they were also invited.

When there were occasionally five rather than four it was jokingly said that the third girl was for Mr Making — because it was always a third girl, not a third boy. But people would say that sort of thing, wouldn’t they?’ There were also of course rumours as to what went on on these holidays. But they were only that, rumours. And aren’t there always rumours? Certainly, whatever people might whisper, Mr Malving’s invitations were never refused.

This year it was four rather than five who went. Monica Selby and her boyfriend Simon Melways, and Andrea Newburgh with her boyfriend Robed Durnfor. Perhaps there hadn’t been a third girl who took Ken Malving’s fancy? Or perhaps… he particularly liked Monica and Andrea. Boyfriends or not. Monica and Andrea were both extremely attractive blondes.

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The first indication that those funny rumours might possibly have some grain of substance came for Monica and Andrea halfway through the morning of their first day at Mr Malving’s place. They had arrived late the night before and hadn’t done much before going to bed. Now this morning they had had a first quick look round: at the pretty stone cottage, and also outside where Mr Malving had several acres, mostly rough lawn and woods. chestnut trees primarily. On this hot and sunny June morning Mr Malving had wanted to cut down one of the trees at the edge of his property. He had done this with Simon and Rob, with the girls then helping to lop off the branches.

But now at about 10.30 the boys had been sent off to the nearby village to get some provisions. Mr Malving had specifically said the two boys, rather than for instance Monica and Simon. He explained this by saying he wanted the girls to continue cleaning off the branches now the heavy felling work had been done.

So now there were just Mr Malving and Monica and Andrea in the clearing in the wood with the hot sun beating down. Mr Malving was sitting on a section of the trunk, breathing a little heavily still from his exertions. And smiling up at the two standing girls as if what was coming might be a joke…

‘What you girls need is your bottoms spanked. Your jeans and knickers taking down. And then a good spanking on your bare bottoms!’

Well that was the sort of thing some of those rumours whispered. Namely that girls could get their bottoms spanked at Mr Malving’s French cottage. And here was Mr Malving saying it, after deliberately sending the boys off.

Both girls gave embarrassed grins. Monica said a nervous ‘Ha-ha!’ Then, ‘Why, what have we done?’

Mr Malving took a red handkerchief from the pocket of his denim shorts and mopped his face. ‘Well some people would say 17-year-old girls should routinely get their bottoms spanked. Maybe once a week, to keep them up to scratch, properly disciplined etc. And as I imagine neither of you has been having it once a week, there’s probably a lot of leeway to make up.’

He paused to put away the big red handkerchief. ‘But more to the point, last night. Nocturnal wanderings, for I am sure improper purposes. The act of sexual intercourse if I am not very much mistaken. Which is definitely forbidden. There can be definitely no fucking on this trip, Monica. And you too of course Andrea. I suppose both of you were at it last night.’

Monica flushed deep red. So Mr Malving had heard! The girls were in single beds in one room and the boys similarly in another room. And it had been Simon, leaving his room to come and get in bed with Monica, after he thought Mr Malving would be asleep. Actually Robert had intended the same, to get in with Andrea but she had said she was too tired after the long drive. But Andrea had been awake, hearing the rhythmic sounds of the bedsprings, and the breathy gasps. As in the other bed Simon and Monica energetically fucked.

‘Yes? Both of you at it?’ Mr Malving queried again.

‘I… it was only Simon…’ Monica stuttered. ‘I mean… Simon c… came into our room…’

‘To do you? So that the two of you could have a nice vigorous fuck? In the common vernacular.’ Mr Malving was clearly intent on having a spade called a spade. No mealy-mouthed evasions.

Perhaps Monica could have tried to deny it. But then Mr Malving might have got it out of Andrea. She muttered something about it not being a crime.

Mr Malving said sternly that it was a crime. They weren’t allowed to do it at school and he had to have the same rules at the cottage. And to punish her, and so that she wouldn’t forget the rule the next time Simon no doubt suggested it, he was going to spank Monica’s bottom.

‘Come on!’ he told her. ‘If you get moving we can have it over before the boys get back. Or would you prefer to have your bottom spanked in front of them? We can do that if you like.’

Monica desperately shook her head. Clearly no! But the thought of it even with the boys out of the way was really sickening. Mr Malving… wasn’t joking?

No. He wasn’t. Monica gave Andrea a panicky look, but there wasn’t anything she could say or do. Andrea was in fact desperately hoping that the proposed spanking only applied to Monica, who had been the only one involved in this awfully embarrassing business. Although earlier Mr Malving had spoken of spanking in more general terms.

Monica had now decided on the lesser of the two evils. To accept it and get it over with. Before the boys re-appeared! Her hands had gone to the belt of her tight-seated jeans.

Mr Malving was on his feet now, with it seemed a gleam in his eye. He said he wanted Monica over at his car, standing bending over with her hands on the floor in the open rear door. With her jeans down to her knees. And her knickers too of course.

Andrea watched, biting her lip as Monica did it. Monica’s jeans coming down to reveal the pale cheeks of her bottom in a pair of skimpy semi-transparent white nylon knickers. And then this insubstantial garment too being thumbed down. At least she herself wasn’t having to suffer this awful experience!

But then Mr Malving stepped close, and gave Andrea’s ripe bottom a grope. ‘You’re going to be next Andrea. So you may as well get your shorts down too so you’ll be ready.’

‘No!’ An involuntary yelp. ‘No, please… I… haven’t done anything.’

But no doubt you’ll be thinking about it,’ Mr Malving replied curtly. ‘And no doubt that Robert will be thinking about it and planning to persuade you, if you need any persuading. Either nocturnal wanderings or creeping off to some secluded corner during the day, to get his end in. Well I’m afraid we can’t have any of it.’

Andrea’s bottom in her tight denim shorts was given another firm squeeze. ‘That’s the undertaking I’ve given both your parents.’ Ken Malving hadn’t in fact given any such undertaking. ‘Well in effect,’ he added. ‘So come on, get these shorts down. And your knickers. It’s a warning in case you are tempted.’

Monica by now had hers down and was bending unhappily as instructed with her hands on the car floor. Her bare bottom a pale and inviting split moon. Leaving Andrea, Ken Malving closed in to deal with it. The first bare bottom on a trip was always a highly stimulating event and his penis was somewhat uncomfortably erect in his brief shorts. It would be very pleasant to slide down his zip and give his stiff cock the freedom it was demanding — but they weren’t quite at that stage yet.

His hand deliciously fondled Monica’s trembling nude rear. And then delivered a hard, sharp smack to one quivering cheek. She let out a blurting yelp. He grinned, and splatted his hand hard down again on the other cheek. Another squeal from the unhappily bending girl.

He glanced over his shoulder. Andrea was still standing hesitantly, with no move as yet to take down her shorts. He possibly fancied Andrea even more than Monica. She had bigger tits for one thing and this morning they were shown off in a really sexy top. It was white with parts of it see-through but there were more substantial circular sections where Andrea’s tits were. So that she didn’t have to wear a bra — and she clearly wasn’t wearing one. Yes very sexy — but of course he fancied both girls. They were certainly the two he fancied most from this year’s crop. Which was why they were here, with their dear boyfriends.

‘Come on,’ he told Andrea. ‘Or do you really want yours with Simon and Robert watching!’

There was nothing for it but for Andrea to comply. Sliding her own tight shorts down. and then the brief white knickers underneath. As Mr Malving continued his vigorous spanking of Monica’s increasingly red bottom. He was using his hand… and also a wide leather tawse that he must have had hidden in the car. Poor Monica was gasping and squealing. Her red bottom clenching and writhing.

It kept going. And then for variety Mr Malving pulled Monica up and himself sat down on the floor of the estate. Pulling the half-crying Monica over his lap. And then continuing where he had left off, with his hand again now…

Finally, having had to stand and watch all this, it was Andrea’s turn to suffer the same fate. Hating it but stepping forward reasonably briskly when Monica at last stumbled away. Because if Andrea had to have it — and she clearly did — she certainly wanted it over and finished before the boys appeared.

Mr Malving seemed to know what he was doing. Presumably he didn’t want the boys coming back when he was still in the act either. And you could imagine he had done this before and knew how long it would take for them to get back.

So everything was back to normal by the time Simon and Rob reappeared. Monica and Andrea now with their jeans and shorts respectively back in place and no sign of the intense little drama that had just taken place. Well perhaps the girls were both a little flush-faced, but the boys weren’t going to notice that.

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But what was going to happen next? It had been an awful experience for both girls. A very nasty shock. Having your bare bottom spanked! And it wasn’t just the spanking. Mr Malving’s hand had fondled too. Fondling the bare cheeks, and fingers also sliding down in between the cheeks, into very intimate regions. He had done the same to both of them. Yes, all in all a pretty desperate experience. But what was going to happen now? That was the question. Because it wasn’t difficult to imagine Mr Malving wanting more.

What Mr Malving did was really awful. He told the boys! At lunch time. Told them what he had done while they were down in the village! And then…

They had just finished lunch in the big farmhouse-type kitchen: bread and a salad the girls had made, washed down with some cheap but good red wine. And perhaps as a result of the wine, the memory of the spankings was not so bright and incandescent in their minds. Indeed, after a second glass each Monica and Andrea had for the moment forgotten the feel of Mr Malving’s hand on their bare bottoms. Spanking. Fondling… So it came as a real shock. Mr Malving leaning back in his chair.

‘There’s something I’ve really got to say. Now we’re all together here. Something you boys don’t know about, but I think you should know. This morning while you were down at the village…’

Through the happy wine-induced haze it dawned on the girls. Mr Malving was telling Simon and Robert! That he had spanked them. Made them bare their bottoms and spanked them. Because Monica and Simon had screwed last night.

No! He couldn’t possibly tell! But he was! And that wasn’t all he was saying. Mr Malving was going on… to say he thought Monica should have another session of it. Right now! In front of all three of the others this time! To make sure she understood that he really meant there was to be no screwing. And of course as a lesson to the others at the same time.

Monica felt faint. The headiness of the wine and now this. She glanced helplessly round. Seeing Andrea’s face, red with an expression of shock. And the boys’ bewildered, disbelieving looks at this turn of events. But they of course would also have heard the rumours. Of spankings. Girls of course, there was no suggestion that Mr Malving was into doing it to boys. But girls. Monica and Andrea. He had done it to them already! On this first morning. And now, Monica again.

‘Come on,’ Mr Malving said, getting to his feet. ‘Let’s get it over with, and then we can go out and do a bit of sight-seeing. But I’d like to do it first. So get your jeans down. And your knickers. And then bend yourself over the table.’

Simon finally found some words. ‘Mr Malving. Sir… C… Can’t she just have a warning. I mean, it was really my fault. And it won’t happen again. Really.’

Mr Malving shook his head. ‘It’s easy to say that Simon, but I am well aware how powerful emotions can be at your age. I know if you and Monica don’t have a bit of a sharp shock then you’ll be sneaking off and doing it whatever you say. You shouldn’t be doing it at all. Not until you’re older and left school certainly. That of course goes for Andrea and Rob too. I know I can’t control what you do at home, out of school hours. Here. though, I have to set firm standards. It’s what your parents expect of me.’

Having delivered this unctuous little message, Mr Malving stepped round to Monica who was still seated. He took her arm and hauled her to her feet. Then turned to her to face him. His hands went to the belt of her jeans.

‘I’ll do it for you young lady as you seem to have trouble making a move.’

Monica yelped and struggled, but not with any sort of resolve. She still had that fainty feeling, and also it was clear that Mr Malving really intended doing this mind-bending thing. So though her hands pushed at his hands she wasn’t stopping him doing what he was doing. Which was unfastening her belt, and then sliding down her zip. The opened jeans split apart to show flesh and the brief white knickers. The jeans were briskly pulled on down. And then Monica’s little knickers.

The others were all watching, spell-bound. Shockingly there was Monica’s soft brown pussy-hair, at the centre of the pale flesh. And then it was out of sight as Monica was turned and bent over the table. Her dazed face on the cloth close to the wine bottle. And her bare bottom thrust up over the table’s edge. Ripe and pale. Defenceless. With Mr Malving’s hand there, unashamedly fondling.

And then cracking down. Hard, smarting spanks. Bringing squeaking gasps from Monica. As her bottom and thighs writhed and twisted weakly.

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Mr Malving took the four of them out sightseeing in the car that afternoon. Things were rather tense at first but gradually became more relaxed as they all did their best to forget what had occurred. Well, perhaps not all — because Robert, for one, wasn’t in a hurry to forget the fantastic spectacle of Monica having her bare bottom spanked. He wouldn’t mind watching that again! As long as it was just Monica, not Andrea of course. And that morning Mr Malving had done it to both girls. Robert wasn’t so keen on imagining that.

There was another development at tea time. Mr Malving mentioned that he had a very nice two-person tent and on earlier visits the boys had slept out in it when the weather was warm, as it was at the moment. Mr Malving suggested Simon and Rob might like to try it. He seemed keen to press the idea. It would of course prevent a repeat of the previous night’s nocturnal wandering — in the unlikely event of either boy contemplating it after Mr Malving’s violent reaction.

Simon at least was keen to show he wasn’t planning a repeat, so he said yes, he’d like to try it, and Robert agreed.

Mr Malving as a result said the girls might as well have both spare rooms. Why didn’t Monica transfer to the boys’ room? And, well, that seemed like a reasonable idea too.

So Monica and Andrea were tonight to be in separate rooms. The boys were out of the house in the tent. And the same thought now came to both girls’ minds: that she maybe might get a visit from Mr Malving. A scary thought which each of them did her best to dismiss as soon as it occurred to her.

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It was Andrea who got the visit. Because Andrea was the one Mr Malving really fancied. Although he had certainly earlier enjoyed spanking Monica’s bare bottom. But Andrea…

He slipped silently into her room half an hour after Andrea had gone to bed to give her time to be undressed and actually in bed. Andrea wasn’t asleep, and suddenly Mr Malving was there. Sitting on the side of the bed. She would have yelped out in fright — but Mr Malving put his hand over her mouth. But in any case the room was on the other side of the cottage from Monica’s and she was not going to hear.

He took his hand away, after telling Andrea to relax. He had just come in to see how she was. Had she had a nice day?

Andrea said a nervous yes. Mr Malving was sliding the bed cover down, and then his hand was at Andrea’s firm boobs through her thin nightie. He said he hoped she hadn’t minded getting spanked. But it had been necessary. And then, he asked her how often she and Robert did it. How often they screwed.

What could she say? With his hand fondling her very sensitive big boobs! Not much. Just stuttering something. Finally, with prompting from Mr Malving, ‘Uh… well… once a week perhaps,’ came out.

Mr Malving shook his head. His hand slid further down. Under the cover to the region of Andrea’s pussy. She gave a little squeal and shot her own hand down there in protection. But didn’t in fact stop Mr Malving’s hand, didn’t feel she could, as it proceeded to push up her nightdress, and then cup Andrea’s nude crinkly-haired pussy-mound.

‘You really shouldn’t be doing that.’ he admonished in a soft and caring voice. ‘A girl can’t concentrate on her studies doing it regularly like that, not at 17. And then when you’re stopped from doing it, as I have to stop you, well you’re bound to be awfully frustrated Andrea dear.’

And did Mr Malving have an answer to this problem? Yes he did. He proceeded to explain his solution.

Andrea blurted out a panicky ‘No!’ What Mr Malving was saying was of course the other main ingredient of those rumours. Spanking, and the other. Those were the two areas in which a girl staying with Mr Malving could expect to receive guidance. Expert physical guidance.

You might argue that there was no logic to what Mr Malving was saying. If he was taking such a firm and authoritarian line with regard to the boys. But — it all depended on your point of view. And if it was Mr Malving’s point of view and he was keen on doing it. Keen on spanking and also keen on doing the other, to girls he invited to his cottage. Well then there was logic alright.

Mr Malving, fondling Andrea’s pussy, asked if she would like a spanking first of all. He thought maybe another spanking was a good idea, because she hadn’t had one at lunch time like Monica.

Andrea violently shook her head. She didn’t want a spanking and she didn’t want the other.

But did Andrea have any choice? About either!