Room 2D

The final part, from Blushes Supplement 17 Harry was coming round again in the evening. Connie shivered. What was he going to want? He was going to want the other, as well as a spanking. He had wanted it this morning but hadn’t persisted. But this evening… He would say he wanted it again. And… Connie had the awful feeling that she might, that she could be open to persuasion. If he had persisted this morning in the bathroom she would probably have agreed, that was the way she had felt — or half felt. Connie shook her head. She was getting all mixed up. She should never have started this business with Harry. But what could she have done. She should have controlled her affairs better in the first place. That stupid gambling. ‘What…?’ she said to Dave. Then, ‘No. Not now. Let’s just sit here.’ They were in his car. Out on the common on a nice sunny Sunday afternoon. But Dave didn’t want to just sit there and enjoy the after...

The penultimate instalment, from Blushes Supplement 17 Lying in bed Connie thought of her rent book. There was still an awful lot owing on it. Harry of course with Madge planning to be away for two weeks was not keen to wipe off large sums in a hurry. Also his natural meanness pointed him in the same direction, Connie told herself. A mean, lecherous bastard. It would be really nice to tell his wife what was happening. Harry was certainly scared of Madge. But as he had pointed out that wouldn’t get her, Connie, anywhere. Apart from anything else Madge might insist on Connie leaving and she really liked her flat — although it had now been the scene of those various unpleasant happenings. She had had two sessions with Harry yesterday, Saturday. That morning one and then again in the afternoon. And what had she got for it? Another £40 off. Mean Harry, afraid no doubt that the total would go down too fast, had cut down the sum per session. ‘That other was just for starters, dear....

The story continues, from Blushes Supplement 17 Harry could scarcely contain himself. Had he really done it to that Connie? Spanked her bottom? Her bare, white, wobbly bum? It was almost too amazing to believe, the sort of thing you read about but never imagined actually happening. But he knew it  was  true, it  had  happened. Dreams and day-dreams were different, there was always that aura of otherness about them, whereas this… It had been unreal in a way simply because it was so fantastic but at the same time Harry knew it was reality alright. The solid splat of his hand juddering the resilient flesh. Flesh that hadn’t stayed white for very long. Those grunts and gasps from Connie. And afterwards when it was clear she had really had all she wanted to take, and was maybe even wondering if it was worth the twenty five quid off her arrears. Oh yes, it had happened alright. Afterwards, right afterwards, h...