Naughty Spanking Three

by Miranda Forbes

  Merrilee was so excited. She was on tenterhooks for Pete to get home from work.

  She’d been surfing on the Web and had found this fantastic site called Spanking Swingers. And, oh boy, there were actually other people out there – just like her and Pete. People who wanted to meet other couples that enjoyed playing out their fantasies.

  Just the thought of the fun they were going to have made her bottom tingle and her pussy pour out juices that soaked the crotch of her knickers.

  So by the time she heard Pete’s key in the lock, she was dressed in her sexiest lingerie.

  However, not wanting to appear too eager, she had on a black velvet wraparound skirt that covered her ankles. The blouse she chose to complete the outfit was white, high necked and long sleeved.

  She knew she looked every bit the prim and proper lady that she was.

  Pete came in. ‘What’s to eat?’ he asked. ‘I’ve ...’

  ‘How do you fancy eating this?’ she interrupted, pulling her skirt apart and revealing her black nylon see-through bikini briefs.

  ‘Roarrrrrrrrrrr!’ was Pete’s response as he lunged at her, pushing her across the room until the backs of her legs were pressed against the couch. He gave her one gentle push and she landed sprawling onto it, her legs wide apart.

  Falling to his knees, he touched her knickered pussy, stroking it gently.

  ‘Please tongue my clit,’ she silently prayed. But instead his lips made a trail of kisses up the inside of her thighs. Starting at her inner knees he kissed her lightly, up to her pussy.

  Moving aside the crotch of her knickers he kissed the thick auburn curling thatch beneath. She took a sharp intake of breath.

  He did this kissing journey up each leg once again. The third time he changed to licking her, leaving a wet trail behind. As he approached her throbbing pussy, she was thrusting her eager cunt towards his mouth. But to her disappointment he withdrew his mouth and let his fingers do the walking instead.

  So while his right hand fingers were very lightly moving up her inner thighs, the fingers on his left hand travelled up her belly, until they found their target. Her stiffened nipples that were by now standing out like organ stops above her black quarter-cup bra stiffened even more as he rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Placing his mouth over her right tit, he sucked the nipple into his mouth, pulling on it gently until it became elongated. He then moved his mouth over to give her left tit some attention. But it was when he attempted to get both nipples into his mouth at the same time that Merrilee took action.

  She loved his teasing, but when it went on for too long she decided that enough was enough. So she pulled her tits out of his mouth. Pushed him away so that he lost his balance and fell backwards. Laughing, she stood up, adjusting her skirt and said, ‘Thought you were hungry’ as she moved towards the kitchen.

  Pete caught up with her at the kitchen door. ‘You know what happens to little girls who tease?’ At six foot two he towered over her. Merrilee felt the usual flutter in her tummy. He was so masterful.

  Opening her green eyes wide, she asked, ‘How can you say that about me?’

  ‘Don’t you come all innocent with me, little miss,’ he answered. ‘It’s now comeuppance time.’

  ‘I don’t know what you mean,’ she sniffed loudly, putting her pretty snub-nose in the air.

  By now they were both in the kitchen. His left arm encircling her slim waist Pete manoeuvred her across the kitchen until he was sitting on a high kitchen stool with her draped over his knee. Both his feet were placed firmly on the ground. Merrilee being only five foot tall found her legs were dangling. This gave her a feeling of helplessness – which she loved. With nimble fingers he pulled on the Velcro at the waist of her skirt – it fell off her in a heap onto the kitchen floor.

  Her black lacy see-through briefs gave her no protection from his strong right arm, as he beat out a rapid tattoo on her quivering bottom cheeks, turning them from a delicate pink to a deep shade of red.

  ‘I thought you’d have had enough last night. ’Cos if I remember rightly, you had some difficulty sitting down.’

  ‘I don’t know why you keep on spanking me, you know how much I hate it.’

  He stopped spanking her.

  ‘I might just believe that,’ he said, ‘if you weren’t such a cheeky little brat all the time.’

  ‘Not,’ she said sulkily.

  ‘OK, Smarty Pants, shall I stop spanking you then?’

  ‘Piss off.’

  ‘Swearing at me, young lady, only goes to prove that you need regular spankings.’

  ‘You’re all gob and no action.’

  ‘I think you know better than that, Merrilee, don’t you?’

  Raising his right arm he rained some more spanks down on her upturned bottom, reddening it even more.

  ‘Yeowww! That bloody hurts.’

  ‘Watch that mouth, missy, a spanking is meant to hurt.’

  He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her knickers and pulled them down to around her ankles. He then went on hand spanking her.

  She was squealing so loudly that the sound of the doorbell ringing made them both jump.

  ‘Shhh! Let’s ignore it,’ she suggested.

  ‘’Fraid we can’t,’ he said. ‘I didn’t get a chance to tell you when I came in, but I invited Bob and Sue round for the evening.’

  ‘Ye gods, look at the state I’m in,’ she said.

  ‘Go and ge–’

  ‘Hiya, the door was on the latch.’ Bob and Sue had walked in.

  ‘Oops, oh dear! Looks like bad timing,’ said Bob. ‘Maybe we’d better go again.’

  Merrilee clambered off Pete’s knee. She scooped up her discarded skirt, trying desperately to replace it, but in her panic she tried to put it on upside down; then she almost lost her balance when her knickers that were still round her ankles got in a twist and became tangled with her skirt.

  ‘Shit!’ she muttered. She rudely pushed past Bob and Sue and dived behind the couch in the lounge.

  ‘Hey, Merrilee,’ Sue said. ‘Wouldn’t you be able to walk better if your knickers weren’t round your ankles?’

  Merrilee laughed, ‘Whoops, seems like you’ve caught me with my pants down.’ She kicked off the offending pants and came out from behind the couch, completely naked from the waist down.

  To hide her embarrassment she sat down hurriedly. ‘Ouch!’ she squealed as her sore bottom made contact with the soft couch cushion.

  ‘Bet you didn’t know how cruel Pete is to me?’ she went on.

  ‘And there was me thinking I was the only ill-treated wife round here,’ said Sue.

  ‘Sue,’ said Bob warningly. ‘I’ll deal with you later.’

  Merrilee and Pete looked at each other and burst out laughing.

  Sue and Bob also started laughing.

  ‘To think we’ve known each other all this time and didn’t realise,’ said Pete.

  ‘Do you need some TLC, Merrilee?’ asked Bob, sitting down next to her.

  ‘I sure could do with some,’ agreed Merrilee, lifting her bottom and rubbing it. ‘Why, are you offering Bob?’ she asked with a cheeky grin.

  ‘You bet, if Pete and Sue don’t mind.’

  But Pete and Sue were already eyeing each other up.

  ‘How about you, Sue, do you need some TLC too?’ Pete asked her.

  ‘Oh, I’ve been a good girl, so not been spanked for a week. Would you like to see my lily white bottom, Pete?’

  ‘Yes please,’ he said eagerly.

  Leaning forward, she flipped up her skirt at the back to reveal a pair of red backless briefs.

  ‘Wow! I’d love to make your bottom as red as your knickers,’ he said.

  ‘Well, what’s stopping you?’ she asked.

  Taking hold of her wrist, he led her across the room – pulling out a straight-backed dining chair and sitting on it, he pulled Sue over his knee.

  Meanwhile, Bob and Merrilee were also getting to know each
other better.

  ‘Stand up, Merrilee,’ Bob ordered. ‘Let’s see your bottom.’

  ‘Take a good look,’ she said, standing up.

  Bob examined her hot red quivering bottom, rubbing his hands over the shiny red globes. Then he gave his opinion.

  ‘I don’t believe that Pete has spanked you. I think I should give you a sore bottom before you need TLC.’

  ‘It takes a man not a mouse,’ said Merrilee giggling.

  ‘I’m not a mouse,’ said Bob, ‘although Sue has called me a rat a few times.’

  ‘Rob the Rat, Rob the Rat,’ chanted Merrilee.

  ‘You, young lady, deserve a sound spanking,’ said Bob, pulling her over his knee. ‘Wow! What a spankable bum you have.’ He ran his hands over the firm hot and flushed bottom lying there over his knee.

  Merrilee shivered in anticipation.

  Raising his right arm he brought his hand down on her right bottom cheek; it wobbled erotically; that was swiftly followed by a slap to her left cheek.

  ‘That hurts, you lousy rotten sod,’ said Merrilee, wriggling her even more reddening bottom.

  ‘And with a mouth like that you deserve it,’ Bob said.

  As Merrilee bucked over Bob’s knee, she knew she was getting very aroused. Her nipples were so hard they were straining to get out of her bra, while between her legs her clit was throbbing, and knowing that her juices were soaking his trousers turned her on even more.

  ‘What’s that sticking into my side?’ she asked innocently.

  ‘You’ll find out very soon,’ said Bob, hoarsely. His breathing was becoming ragged. ‘Maybe it’s time now for that TLC I promised you.’

  He stopped spanking her, letting the hands that only a moment ago had been causing her to wriggle about over his knee as she tried to escape the stinging blows now stroke her burning cheeks, making her squirm about as she became even more aroused.

  Bob was squeezing her cheeks, tracing his finger around the shape of her bottom. He parted her cheeks. Slipping his finger into her very wet pulsing slit, he gently flicked her engorged clit. Removing his digit from her steaming pussy, he trailed his wet finger along the crack between her bottom cheeks, stroking her puckered hole with a gentle circular movement.

  Merrilee was moaning, longing for him to slip his finger into her hole. But retracing the path his fingers had taken, he again let his wandering finger enter her sopping wet pussy. He gently opened up her vaginal lips with his thumb and forefinger of his left hand – the forefinger of his right hand entered her love passage and started to finger fuck her. Using the muscles in her vaginal walls she gripped onto his finger, while she squirmed about over his knee. His fingers moved in and out of her, while the gyrations of her bottom soon brought her to a shuddering climax.

  Bob pulled her up into a sitting position. Taking her hand he placed it over the bulge in his trousers. ‘Look what you’ve done.’

  Merrilee sucked in her breath. ‘You’re so hard.’ She deftly pulled down his zip and took his cock out from its confines. It stood to attention – thick and purple-topped and visibly throbbing. It was now her turn to get down on her knees between his legs.

  Putting her thumb and forefinger around the base of his stiff prick, she slowly moved up the shaft until she reached his purple helmet. Placing her mouth over his cock she began to lick him. Her tongue was darting in and out of her mouth. She licked around his cock – back, front and sides, up and down the shaft. Then, lifting his balls, she licked under them, while at the same time she gently squeezed his balls between her finger and thumb.

  Bob was groaning as her hot little mouth travelled up from base to tip of his ever more swelling cock. Finally, reaching his purple helmet, she placed her mouth over it sucking it – elongating it – bringing the blood to the surface.

  His breath was coming in short gasps. She knew he was about to come. Withdrawing her mouth from around his cock, kneeling down resting her elbows on the couch, she suggested, ‘Why don’t you come over my sore bottom?’

  Bob didn’t need telling twice; he too dropped to his knees, wanking himself. Within seconds he was spurting his white cum over her waiting bottom, cooling her sore cheeks. It trickled down her crack onto her still throbbing clit. She too came.

  Merrilee and Bob sat on the couch, both spent – arms around each other.

  Over at the other end of the lounge, Pete and Sue were also satiated.

  Yawning loudly, Merrilee said, ‘Who’s for a cup of cocoa?’ Three hands shot up.

  ‘I’ll help you,’ offered Pete. He and Merrilee went to the kitchen, leaving their two friends alone.

  Two hours later, they emerged from the kitchen, looking dishevelled but very contented. The lounge was empty. A piece of paper on the table with a note written in lipstick said, ‘Thanks for a fantastic evening, hope we can do it again soon. Love Bob and Sue.’

  Merrilee sighed contentedly. ‘Wasn’t that a wonderful coincidence, darling?’

  ‘It sure was,’ he agreed. ‘I’m shattered; let’s go to bed.’

  ‘That reminds me of what I was going to tell you when you got home,’ she said, turning to Pete, but his gentle snores greeted her words.

  She smiled to herself, thinking of the wonderful times they were going to have once she did tell him about the ‘Spanking Swingers’ site.

  Imagine

  by Beverly Langland

  Suzie had the most sensuous voice. The quality drew you in, made you feel as if she were seducing you personally. It was the reason her erotic recordings were so popular. Suzie was also beautiful to behold. Gina never tired of watching her alluring lips as the girl recited with an apparent air of complete innocence. Though at the moment Gina’s eyes were firmly fixed on the inviting stretch of Suzie’s thighs as the young woman drove them to their illicit assignation. Occasionally, Gina shook her head in disbelief, uncertain exactly how events had led to this point. She was trembling at the memory of what she had done, yet was now more anxious at what she intended to do next.

  The cold Saturday morning had started slowly. Gina had drawn the short straw for the weekend shift so she came in especially early to switch on the heaters in the freezing studio. She was busy checking equipment when Suzie arrived – late – and headed straight for the recording booth. Gina noticed the shoes first, then the seemingly endless expanse of legs. They hovered on the periphery of her vision demanding to be noticed. Suzie had a stunning body as well as her voice. Gina often marvelled why the young woman hadn’t exploited both on the stage or film.

  Suzie, full of apologies, got straight on with the sound check – a limerick to make a sailor blush. Gina looked up from the console and smiled through the glass partition just as her artiste removed her coat. She was a little taken aback – Suzie was dressed in a tight, short dress, the neckline of which plunged to reveal deep cleavage. The dress may be fine for a Friday night on the town, but was inappropriate for work, insane for the inclement weather. The poor thing must be freezing. Gina decided the outfit was far too dressy for work, far too sexy. Besides, she felt distinctly frumpy.

  Suzie noticed Gina’s frown. “Too dressy?” she asked.

  “No.” What could Gina say? It seemed impolite to ask why Suzie wore a dress instead of her usual denim and T-shirt.

  Suzie seemed to read her thoughts. “Darren made me wear it.”

  Darren is Suzie’s gorgeous husband. Gina had met him once. She remembered clearly his dark, brooding eyes, his seductive mouth, the physique ... Suddenly, she registered what Suzie had said. Made? She considered the clothing again. The outfit looked like something Darren would like, what any hot-blooded male would like. Didn’t mankind realise how bloody cold it was? Suzie lifted a toned leg to show Gina the ridiculous open-toed stilettos. “Like?”

  The question seemed intentionally vague. Did Suzie mean the shoes, her skimpy outfit or something else ...? Gina felt a lump rise in her throat. She was not averse to ogling the young and beautiful herself. She decided Suzie meant
the shoes. “I’m surprised you can walk. It’s icy out there.”

  “Darren has trained me well.”

  Trained? Gina shook her head. Something felt wrong. Suzie had never struck her as the submissive type. At least, Suzie always came across as a confident young woman. Yet, the shoes, the dress ... All on Darren’s say-so. “You let Darren decide what you wear?”

  “Sometimes. Yesterday was Darren’s birthday.” Suzie fondled the front of her dress. “In a way we’re still celebrating. I told him that for his birthday I’d do anything he wanted for the whole weekend.”

  “Anything?” Gina asked, captivated. Suzie had Gina so intrigued the sound engineer had completely forgotten the recording schedule. She watched with bated breath as Suzie climbed onto the high stool, her unsuitable dress sliding higher up her trim thighs. She looked so damn sexy perched with her legs dangling haphazardly. They were still communicating via microphone and speaker through the partition. Suzie looked directly into Gina’s eyes and moved her mouth close to the microphone. “Anything,” she repeated.

  Her reply seemed almost a challenge, as if Suzie wanted Gina to react. Of course, Gina’s curiosity remained aroused. What would Richard do given an opportunity like that? What did Darren do? What happened? Perhaps innocent-seeming Suzie wasn’t so naive after all. “How did that work out?” Gina tried to keep her voice casual, but realised whatever she said would appear nosy.

  Suzie didn’t seem to mind. “Darren took me out. In this dress, too.”

  Gina’s eyes were once again drawn to the high hemline of Suzie’s flimsy dress, to the plunged neckline. “Somewhere quiet I imagine.”

  “The Carlton.”

  Gina was genuinely surprised. The Carlton was an expensive hotel. The restaurant in particular had an excellent reputation and consequently it was often difficult to obtain a reservation. Obviously Darren wasn’t the jealous type. He probably enjoyed showing off his trophy wife. No doubt, having Suzie on his arm bolstered his manhood. Gina despised men like Darren. All would be fine until Suzie got older, put on a little weight. Gina took an immediate dislike to him. “Darren likes to show you off?”

  Suzie smiled. “Actually, it’s me who likes to flaunt.”