Naughty Spanking Two

by Miranda Forbes

  “Hey,” she said, more softly. “You know I forgave you a long time ago.”

  “I know, I know – though I still feel guilty. But I’m lucky, because I get to show you I’ve changed every day; every breakfast I make you, every gift I buy, every time I fuck you.” It was his turn to reach under the duvet. He pushed a finger, slow and deep into her pussy; she was still slippery wet from sex. “How has Claudia shown her remorse, hmm?”

  Savouring the tickly jolts being triggered by Tom’s finger, Rachel hardly heard him.

  “With my help, this could be just the chance to teach her a lesson ...”

  At first, Rachel wasn’t sure, but she slept on the idea. In her dreams, she relived some of the hell that was her secondary school education. The taunts. The endless laughter. The sick, sick pranks. The other girl’s favourite warning – “Watch your back, Rachel …” By the morning, she needed no more convincing.

  “Do it,” she told Tom. “I mean it. Do whatever you have to do to get that woman here.”

  And now she finally was. Here. At least, at the bottom of the driveway.

  What was taking her so long? Rachel took yet another peek through the letterbox. She almost yelped with joy when she saw the hips sashaying towards her. This was it!

  Standing before the hallway mirror, Rachel slipped on the beautiful Venetian mask, tucking a few strands of black hair behind her ear and making sure it was secure. She didn’t want to give away her identity – at least not just yet.

  A flurry of ringing made her jump. Most people pressed a doorbell once. Of course, that wasn’t good enough for Claudia Greenwood. Claudia always had to make a statement. It seemed nothing had changed.

  “Ohh,” the woman said, when Rachel eventually opened the door. “You must be Miss?”

  Rachel nodded, beckoning the visitor in.

  Before stepping inside, Claudia threw one final glance over her shoulder, though whether she was looking for back-up or prying eyes, it was hard to tell.

  Once the door was closed, they stood silent for a few moments, sizing each other up. Closer, Rachel was delighted to pick out flaws in the woman who in her eyes had always been flawless – fine lines around her sly eyes, the tell-tale signs of children around her midriff.

  “Tom said you were ...” she pondered, studying the mask, “different. You know, Tom, yes?”

  All Rachel and Tom’s photographs had been carefully removed from the walls earlier that morning. Just one of the finishing touches to the long and complex plan to get Claudia here, along with several ‘dates’ with Tom which Rachel had orchestrated and a repositioning of some of their furniture.

  “He’s another client of yours, a very close friend of mine ...” she went on, “highly recommended you, so I hope you live up to expectations.”

  Rachel was almost trembling now. The anticipation that soon Claudia – the very person who had stolen her adolescence was to be begging for mercy was too much ...

  Pointing straight ahead to the living room, where she saw to all of her clients, Claudia murmured sarcastically, “Tom said you weren’t one for chatting, but I never – ouch!”

  A quick slap across her arse encased in the silky red material. Rachel hadn’t been able to resist it. Still, it shut the woman up.

  In the living room, Claudia paused to take in the airy space. It was Rachel’s favourite room in the house. The French doors allowed plenty of light to spill in, though today, they had put up an oriental screen especially. The high ceilings, Victorian fireplace and parquet flooring conspired to make an extremely grand statement.

  “Very nice,” the other woman had to admit. “This isn’t your conventional setting for this sort of thing, is it?”

  Ignoring her, Rachel crossed her fingers behind her back, and praying the other woman didn’t recognise her voice, directed, “Strip.”

  Claudia was not fazed. With one swift unzipping, her dress was pooling like molten lava onto the wooden floor. She wasn’t wearing any underwear.

  Claudia had always been confident of her body – then, she’d never had a reason not to be. No white patches suggested Claudia received only the best of tanning treatments, or had enough time on her hands to bathe in exotic climes in the nude. Her breasts were still pert, pink nipples were hardening in the sudden coolness. The faintest of silvery stretch-marks across her stomach, like a dewy cobweb. Her sex was as smooth as the silk of her dress.

  “It’s funny your mask wears that fixed, wide smile – that’s exactly the look I get from everyone when I take off my clothes,” Claudia purred. “Not that any of them know how to take control after that point – especially my boy-wonder of a husband ...”

  “Shut your mouth, now, you little whore.”

  She smiled brazenly, clearly enjoying being the mastered rather than the master.

  “Turn around and bend down.”

  “Surely there’s somewhere more comfortable ...”

  Rachel took a menacing step towards her. “Turn and touch your toes!”

  Claudia immediately obeyed.

  Bending down, she presented two tanned, rounded globes like some bronze-coloured exotic fruit, ripe for spanking. It took all of Rachel’s resolve not to run across the room.

  “Look, is this going to take long? Only I’ve yet another dull charity gala tonight, and I’ve a pedicure booked at five…”

  “I said, shut it,” Rachel barked, hitting home her point with three firm slaps. Claudia’s arse responded each time with a delicious wobble.

  “Hmm … I’ve been a very bad girl, Miss. I hope you shan’t punish me too harshly.”

  Rachel ran a finger as lightly as a butterfly’s wing between the woman’s arse cheeks and over her already glistening slit. She felt Claudia shudder with pleasure. How long Rachel had dreamed of this, of for once being the one in control – she could almost come herself just thinking about it.

  “You shall be punished as harshly as Miss sees fit,” she said, snatching back her finger.

  With each set of slaps she recalled the times at school that Claudia had hit her, had humiliated her in the classroom, tripped her over in the canteen.

  “Ooh, Miss, you certainly know how to teach a girl a lesson …” the woman smiled over her shoulder.

  Gritting her teeth, on her final volley, Rachel recalled the boyfriend – her first ever serious boyfriend – who Claudia had enticed into her bed, just as a challenge. The woman almost toppled over onto the parquet tiles.

  It was time to step it up a gear. “On the sofa,” Rachel snapped.

  Claudia rose, this time offering no backchat. The crimson marks on her buttocks clearly were having an effect, and by the time the slight woman was sprawled out over her lap, the extent of the effect was all too clear, her juices sopping into Rachel’s trousers. The plan was running perfectly – Claudia was enjoying herself. But not enough.

  After another round of ten slaps, Rachel slipped a hand into her bra and pulled out the tiny vibrator which fitted on the end of one finger. On hearing the sudden mosquito-pitch hum, Claudia swung around her head, only to receive a particularly stinging blow to the back of her legs.

  “Did I say you could turn around, you little hussy?”

  “No, Miss. I just wanted to see what was making that noise, Miss.”

  “You will feel soon enough.”

  To begin, she ran her pulsing finger over the tops of Claudia’s legs, along the gentle slope of her spine … Rachel made sure she intermitted the vibrator with unexpected slaps, the odd lingering caress, as she knew these would heighten the sensation. She moved onto the woman’s arsehole, drawing lazy circles around the tight skin, probing inside.

  Claudia whimpered. Another quick slap to the woman’s glowing rear. Then, teasingly slow, she pushed her finger further, flittering around the woman’s engorged labia, which were now virtually dripping. Over and over she ran the vibrator, but not once did she let herself slip inside.

  “Please, Miss!” Claudia pleaded, “I know I’ve been
a bad girl, but please, I don’t deserve this. Just finish it! I can’t take any more …”

  At school, Claudia had been the one who held all the cards. She might not have been the only bully, but while others, like Tom, had persecuted indiscriminately, Claudia had, without a whisper of provocation, settled on a personal vendetta to destroy Rachel’s life. Claudia had held absolute power to dictate Rachel’s happiness. But now it had turned full circle. She held the key to taking this woman over the edge, and she was begging. Claudia Greenwood was begging Rachel! Life did not get better than this. Though perhaps it was just about to.

  “First you must admit to how very bad a girl you’ve been. You must apologise to all the people you’ve ever hurt.”

  There was no resistance. “I’ve been very, very bad! I’m sorry! For everything,” Claudia screamed.

  “Good,” Rachel said. As she was slipping the very tip of her finger deeper into the other woman, she pulled away with a small, wet pop, turning off the vibrator.

  “Tom, sweetheart, have you got all that?”

  Before Claudia even had a chance to register what had been said in the midst of her ecstasy, Tom appeared from around the oriental screen, digital camcorder in hand.

  “Think I’ve got everything we need,” he smiled. From the bulge in his jeans, it seemed Claudia hadn’t been the only one enjoying the performance.

  Claudia scrabbled to her feet. “Tom! What the hell … Is this some kind of sick joke?”

  “Don’t be mad with your ex,” Rachel said calmly. “He has only done what I’ve told him to.”

  Anger was turning into fear now, as Claudia ran and scooped up her dress from the floor. She wrapped the scarlet material around her chest, a feeble barrier. “This is sick! Who are you?”

  “I’m someone you’ve hurt,” Rachel continued. “You probably don’t even remember me, but I remember you. You took away my life from me for a while – told me to watch my back, and you stabbed me there enough times – but this is to let you know,” Rachel slipped off the mask. “This is to let you know that I accept your apology.”

  “Rachel! But you’re … you and Tom?” She looked as if she was about to self implode. “I’ll have you arrested for this!”

  Rachel smiled. “I don’t think so. I’ll be hanging on to the tape, just so I’ve a record of your apology, but if ever I was to feel the need, just think of all the places I could send it. I wonder how that Lord of yours and his family would react …”

  Claudia’s eyes flashed – she knew she was defeated.

  “Now, haven’t you a pedicure to get to?”

  With that the woman – and in all her naked vulnerability, a woman was all she was – darted for the front door.

  They said that revenge was a dish best served cold, but that hadn’t been good enough for Rachel. As far as she was concerned, the cruellest torture was putting someone in touching distance of the sublime only to take it away. Just like Claudia had held Rachel back from the merest hint of happiness all through school. Of course video evidence of a ‘Lady’ getting sopping wet from being disciplined couldn’t hurt on the revenge stakes!

  Claudia looked terrified as she fought with the latch on the front door. Finally succeeding, she glanced back just long enough for Rachel to wiggle the finger which still bore the micro-vibrator, “Bye bye.” It was a final goodbye – this was banishing Claudia – and all the pain – to the past. Where it belonged.

  But as the naked woman clinging to a dress as hot a red as her arse was tearing down the driveway, Rachel couldn’t resist calling after her, “Oh and Claudia, you will watch your back, won’t you?”

  My Husband’s Other Life

  by Eva Hore

  I’d slotted in the tape thinking it was one of our home movies and wondered what it was doing here in his office. I stared in disbelief as my husband, a respected psychiatrist, whipped a naked woman. Shocked, I quickly turned the tape off, hoping my eyes had deceived me. I’d had suspicions about Michael with some of his patients, and now here was proof. All I had to do was watch.

  Rewinding the tape, I poured a drink, steeling myself for what I was about to uncover. I hit the play button and turned up the volume so I could hear what was being said.

  “Hi, Mary,” Michael said. “Just take a seat, I’ll only be a minute.”

  Mary, I noticed, was an extremely good-looking woman.

  “Right,” Michael said, flicking through a file. “Your boss, Marcus McManus, he’s the Company Director, isn’t he?”

  “Yes,” she said.

  “He says you like bullying the employees there.”

  “I wouldn’t say that,” she said defensively.

  “The idea of this treatment is to put you in a vulnerable position,” Michael was saying. “This is to give you an idea of the power and fear you instil in other people. To do that I need you to feel submissive. In order for that to come about you have to do everything I say without question. Understand?”

  “I think so,” she said.

  “You don’t mind the tape going do you? I always think it’s good to look back on. See how you react to certain situations.”

  “No that’s fine,” she said recrossing her long legs.

  “Remember what we spoke about in our last session. It’s important for you to try to imagine yourself as just an employee while we play out your therapy.”

  “Okay,” she said.

  “I heard you’ve been disobedient, Mary.”

  “I don’t know what to say, Doctor.”

  “Mary, I’m not the doctor now. From now on we’re role- playing. You’re only to address me as Sir. Speak as though you’re just one of the employees. Let’s begin again. Your supervisor told me you’ve been giving him cheek and sent you in for me to deal with.”

  “Well, he’s always picking on me. I can’t do anything right, by him.”

  “Come here so I can punish you. Come closer. Bend over my knee.”

  “No, Sir. Please, I promise to be good.” She stayed in the chair.

  “Do you like being called into my office?”

  “No, Sir, I don’t.”

  “Then why haven’t you come over here like I asked?”

  “Sorry, Sir,” she went over and stood in front of him with her hands folded.

  “You’ve been rude and I have to punish you. Bend over my knee.”

  Giggling, she bent over his knee. He pulled up her skirt and started to spank her on the bum. When she didn’t respond he spanked her harder.

  “Oww,” she cried.

  “That’s what happens when you don’t do as you’re told,” Michael said.

  “Sir, you’re hurting me,” she whined. “Please stop. I promise I’ll behave.”

  Michael kept on hitting her, slapping his hand backwards and forwards, ignoring her pleas.

  “That’s hurting,” she said loudly, looking over at the camera.

  “It’s supposed to hurt, Mary. You’ve been disobedient, and all disobedient employees need to be punished,” Michael said, lifting her skirt higher and pulling her panties down, exposing red cheeks.

  I couldn’t believe what I was watching. I knew he was deviant, but this … Anger surged through me.

  He rubbed his hands over her bum, caressing it with circular motions. He ran his finger down the crack, over her hole, up and down. He kneading the cheeks, opening them and inspecting her, before sliding his finger further towards her pussy.

  She moved her hands, trying to cover her bum. He smacked her hands away. She squirmed trying to get up, but he held her down.

  “You’re hurting me!”

  “You shouldn’t have put your hands there. You know the rules. Now I’ll have to spank you with the ruler.”

  “I get what you mean, doctor. I think I’ve had enough,” she said turning her head to speak to him.

  “I’m your boss, not a doctor. The second rule is no talking. Now I’m going to have to spank you harder.”

  I could see her bum getting even red
der as he hit her with a ruler. He expertly slipped her panties down to her ankles, sliding them off one leg, to leave them dangling on the other. With his free hand he pushed her legs apart, giving himself a nice view of her pussy.

  “Sir, please don’t,” she said pleaded, trying to pull her legs back together.

  “I said no talking, Mary. You like being a bad, don’t you?” he said, forcing her legs back open.

  “No, I don’t, Sir. I don’t think you should have taken my panties down. I’ll tell Mr McManus,” she said in a pathetic voice.

  “Rule number three, Mary. What happens in this room, stays in this room. Remember, you must never tell him because he will be disappointed in you. He’s paid good money for your therapy. He only wants to help you. You don’t want to get the sack, or do you?”

  “No, Sir, I don’t.”

  Michael alternated the spanking, giving her one stroke with the ruler, then rubbing his hand over her bum and giving her a sharp slap. Occasionally, he’d touch her pussy. I noticed she didn’t seem to mind, even pushing her bum up seductively, as though encouraging him.

  How dare he! Using his position as a doctor to get his rocks off. And this Mary woman? How could she believe this was therapy? She was as bad as him.

  “Ow,” she squealed in pain. “Stop it. My bum’s going numb. You’re hitting too hard.”

  “Shut up!” he commanded, hitting her hard on the pussy. “Shut up, or I’ll do it again.”

  Mary stopped complaining and started moaning, making whimpering noises. Now she actually seemed to be enjoying it. The smack on her pussy made her open her legs wider for him.

  “I think you like this, Mary,” Michael said chuckling. “Do you think I need to punish you some more?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said.

  “Come, stand up for me,” he said smoothing her skirt over her naked bum. “That’s a good girl. Turn around and take off your skirt.”

  Mary had a sly smile on her face and took off her skirt. She kicked up the other leg, discarding her panties and stood there in front of him. He turned her around slowly rubbing his hands over her.

  When she was facing him again he caressed her stomach, travelling slowly downwards until he touched her pubic hair.