The Calm Before the Storm

From Roué 72. Jackie (Mel Penny) joins Sharon and takes up the story for the final part

Sharon and I had tried out quite a few things since she had moved into my flat. So I suppose it was just a matter of time before we got around to spanking. It was prompted, in fact, by her telling me one fateful evening about the way her mum used to punish her when she was naughty. [Another continuity issue here, in Curiosity it was revealed that Sharon’s parents died young and she was punished by her aunt growing up.] Immediately I experienced a surge of tingling excitement. I prodded her for more and more details. When I realised that she, too, was getting more than a little worked-up, I suggested that we continue the conversation in the bedroom.

I let her have first turn, having given her a gentle slap for starters. She was a natural. She had me kneeling on the bed, then laying on it as she spanked my bare bum with what appeared to be an experienced — if not expert — hand. Halfway through she took my knickers right off and really began to lay into me. It stung… but it was positively luscious.

A few smacks made me let out little squeals, to be followed by moans of pleasure — the latter noises not lost on her.

My poor botty was pretty sore when I suggested that we change places. It was my turn… and I was going to make her feel what a real spanking was about. I had her kneel down on all-fours and began to gently bring my hand down onto her lovely chubby bottom. Not one sound; not one word of protest left her lips. There would be, I thought… before very long. I took my arm back much further and whapped it down. She emitted a yelp, but no more. Again I slapped, again, again and again. She was squealing a bit more now, alright!

I then had her alter her position. Grabbing hold of her wrists, I turned her so that she faced the wall. I got her to place her palms on the wall and stick out her gorgeous young bum. Then I really went to town.

Her bottom swayed this way and that and her squeals turned into grunts as my hand did its work. Then came those sexual moans. These sounds served only to increase my excitement… and my eagerness to sting her magnificent plump behind. I let her have it.

She didn’t know what to do; it was hurting her but it was arousing within her those sublime erotic feelings that I knew only too well from my experiences with Mark, my boyfriend.

She let out a louder than usual squeal as I whipped in a real corker. I spoke, ‘Can’t take any more, then?’

She was breathing heavily as she replied: ‘That’s nothing. Go on — remember, I’m a tough northerner; we’re made of stronger stuff than you soft Londoners.’

She would pay for that, I told myself… and how!

My hand smacked down onto her yielding bottom-flesh time and time again, increasing in strength each time.

To tell the truth, my arm was aching and my palm smarting, but I couldn’t let her know that. She had had about five minutes of it when I stopped and said: ‘Tell you what… If you’re so bloody tough, perhaps you’d like to meet Mark.’

I had mentioned Mark to her a few times before, of course, and she knew he was a very domineering sort of bloke. She didn’t want to, but she said, feigning fear: ‘Okay. Why should I worry?’

If only she knew what she was letting herself in for, I thought as we embraced…

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Nearly a week had elapsed before Sharon and I turned up at Mark’s flat.

He and I had spoken about what was to take place this evening the previous day.

‘She’s stubborn as a mule,’ I had told him. ‘Start her off with a spanking,’ I said, and he interrupted: ‘Don’t I always go about things that way?’

I giggled, then continued: ‘If she still reckons she can take more perhaps you could get out your lovely tawse.’

He took over. ‘Listen, Jackie — I know what to do. She’ll get a good, hard hand-spanking, then I’ll use the strap… your favourite… then I’ll move on to the cane.’

I couldn’t wait. ‘Don’t tell her that I can’t take the cane very well, will you?’

He told me that that depended — which meant me going over his knee for a spanking of my own, followed by the necessary adjournment to his bedroom.

That following day he was true to his word…