Posted by Ian - not the original but a cute copy on September 10, 2001 at 14:33:14:
The Spanking Party.
@copyright me.
A bit of fun fer a cold autumn night here in Northumbria.
*
"Does my bum look too big in this ?"
George Perkins glanced across at his better half who was twisting too and fro in the mirror trying to see if her skirt was too tight to be decent. George grunted, as far as he was concerned her bum couldn't ever, ever be big enough for his tastes.
"No sweetie, looks fine by me. Honest." he smiled diplomatically as he fiddled tying his tie.
Mable made a face, reached across and playfully swatted his backside. "Well, of course it bloody well is, as if I expected anything else from you, you daft pudding. Hmmmm maybe I should change into one thats easier to pull up." she wondered aloud, "Something that doesn't cling so tight afterwards." she asked brightly as she ran to her wardrobe again. George grinned thinking about the before the afterwards.
Whistling happily, he tightened his tie and slipped on his jacket. It was nearly time for them to leave. After all he didn't want them to be late for their first meeting with Trevor and Cybil Smith. No siree, for he was really looking forward to tonights little get-together.
*
"Trevor, Treeeeeeevor !!" shouted Cybil at the top of the stairs. In the kitchen Trevor stood dressed in a pinny stirring a gently stewing pan of spaghetti and meatballs taking the occassional sip to see if it was done and adding a swig of rum while he was at it. At the sound of his wifes shout, he popped on the lid, turned the heat lower and went to see what she wanted. Standing at the bottom of the stairs he found his young wife still half-dressed in black stockings and suspenders.
"Crikey, aren't you ready yet Cybil ? They'll be hear in a bloody minute, whats wrong now ?" he sighed, his hands on his hips in exasperation.
His wife made a face and held up an alarmingly short skirt in each hand. "I know that ! Its just...well, red or black ?" she wondered,"I can’t make my mind up. Which do you think’ll make the right impression dear ?"
Trevor stuck out his lower lip contemplating the problem, "Red, definitely the red. Now hurry up !! " he ordered sharply as he heard the sound of a car pulling up outside.
*
"George, are you sure this is the right address ?" asked Mable as she peered out into the gloom lit only by the light of a streetlamp.
"Think so, number 73." he replied, switching on his overhead light to check the map just in case. Taking his car keys he turned to Mable."Right, you all set dear ?" he asked with a wink, "Still got time to back out if you want to you know…"
Mable sat quiet for a few seconds licking her lips. Reaching up she pulled down the sunshade on her side, peered in the small mirror and patted her frizzy perm before reaching across and pecking her hubbie on his cheek.
"C’mon tiger, lets get this show on the road. You know I never turn down the offer of a free lunch and besides, " she giggled in that girlish way that made him sweat buckets," I brought a cushion to sit on when we drive home later !!"
*
"Thank you," smiled Mable warmly as she accepted the glass of red wine from her host," That was a lovely meal Cybil. Wasn’t it George ?"
Sitting on the sofa beside his wife of twenty years George groaned melodramatically and patted his bulging waistline, "I’ll say. Smashing. Couldn’t eat another thing, I’m fit to burst." he grunted contentedly.
"I’m so glad you enjoyed it. " Cybil beamed as she sat on the arm of the chair where her husband was relaxing before the gas fire. As they sipped their drinks they exchanged pleasantries and small-talk in a kind of "getting-to-know-you" kind of way carefully avoiding the real reason for their get-together. Though this was probably due more to embarrassment more than anything else. It was one thing to talk about it between husband and wife behind closed doors, entirely another to discuss such a personal topic openly with complete strangers !!
But as the wine flowed and glasses were filled tongues and inhibitions were loosened…..
"Have you always been a bum man George ?" asked Trevor out of the blue.
*
"My Trevor’s always had a thing for big botties, haven’t you dear ?" said Cybil as she reached up and ruffled his hair playfully before stooping down to bend over his lap. Grabbing her red short skirted behind he gave it a squeeze, pat and a pinch that had her squeaking with delight as she settled herself down, resting her arms against the arm of their sofa.
"Think I can see why...." smiled Mable as she got up to sit closer to the anticipated action, "Are you sure you want to go first Cybil. I don't mind having my arse spanked before yours."
Glancing up, Cybil brushed back her short dark hair shaking her pretty head.
"No, no Mable, Trevor and I agreed before you arrived that as hosts he should deal with me first." the younger woman blushed as she raised her hips due to her husband's urging.
"Sounds fine by me." said George, "I'm sure Mable can wait awhile before I tan her fat backside. Can't you dear ?"
Mable made a face and stuck out her tongue.
"You'll pay for that luv." grinned George, linking his fingers and cracking his knuckles with a wink.
"I should hope so. My bum can't wait !!" laughed Mable expectantly.
*
"OOOOOOOOOOOO"
"OWWWWWCHHHH"
"Are you sure you don't want to pull my skirt up and take my knickers down sweetheart ?" groaned Cybil as Trevor gave her clothed arse another hefty therwack."AIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEE, ohhhh hmmmmm harder, you know I like it hard Trevor !!"
Her husband slammed his left hand down again resulting in his beloved arching with a shrill shriek before bucking and kicking over his lap as the sting sank into her slowly throbbing buns.
"Keep your feet down Cybil...." ordered her husband as her feet cycled in the air.
Moaning, Cybil twisted and turned as another resounding spank landed with a muffled splat,"AGGGGGGH, b..but I caaaaaaaaaan't dear. My bottoms starting to hurt!!" Squealing she gasped loudly as he slapped her thighs, right in her tender spot, the bare flesh just above her stockings and below her black knickers.
"NOT THERE, you know I hate it when you slap me there Trevor!!" she whined as George crossed a leg over hers to keep her still and in place.
"Whups, sorry forgot." he smiled as he grasped, kneeded and squeezed his wife's volumptious arse as it wriggled in fron to fhis nose.
*
"This stool ?" asked Mable as she came out of the kitchen.
"Yep, thats the one, "nodded Trevor,"Put it in the middle of the floor. Alright Cybil get your fat botty over that right now or else !!" he ordered, grasping her shoulder and pointing to where he wanted her. Cybil squidged up her face and with a last look at Mable she sighed and clambered down over the stool. Immediately, her husband stepped forward, placed his right hand on her shoulders to hold her still and with his left began to tug up her red skirt.
"Hey...." Cybil gasped, surprised.
"Time for a bare arse spanking dearest. Don't you want Mable and George to see what a lovely big fat behind you've got hiding under that skirt ?" chuckled her husband, who nodded to their male guest, "Here, give me a hand George this buggers too tight. Now you know why I told you she's got a big fat arse..." he finished, laughing as George glanced to his wife for approval before kneeling down and helping him to tug and pull her skirt up to around her waist.
"Eeeee you fibbah Trevor, I haven't got a big fat bum !!" pouted Cybil,"Its..its just..." she floudered.
"Well developed." interrupted Mable with a knowing grin.
"Exactly !! Isn't that right George ?" agreed the younger woman as she rocked her hips too and fro.
George knelt staring at her wobbling botty barely contained in her snug-fit black knickers.
"Hmm well, to be brutally honest no, you're Trevor's right Cybil dear, you do have a bloody big fat arse and thats no mistake..."
MEN !!
*
"Here you go George, you have a go at her backside with that..."
Taking the split leather paddle George swung it through the air with a swoosh,"You sure Cybil ?" he asked politely.
Kneeling, knickers pulled down to her stocking tops, Cybil glanced back over her shoulder and stuck out her tongue.
"Of course I'm bloody not, but I thought I'd give you a treat anyway seeing its our first get-together. Now hurry up before I change my flippin' mind !!"
Suddenly Trevor stepped forward and walloped her one.
"OWWWW, HEY !! What was that for ?!!!" she hissed, wiggling her red glowing cheeks to ease the sting of his slap.
"For being cheeky and telling fibs." warned her husband as he slapped her other cheek.
"Eeekk, I wasn't honest !!" she moaned as the pain rolled up to her skull.
"Fibs?" asked Mable, sitting back and enjoying the show. Though what she had to enjoy she didn't know because once they'd finished with Cybil it would be her arse next for a thrashing. She couldn't wait.
"Aye, as if she doesn't want your husband to belt her black and blue to start with. She's a little exhibitionist is my missus and loves to be the centre of attention don't you dear ?" smiled Trevor.
"Oh you, you...take no notice of him Mable. I am so not." pouted Cybil reaching back to feel her tender situpon.
"Stop the backchat and bend over while George deals with you, Hurry up or else there'll be trouble and you know what happens when you end up in trouble don't you dear ?" he ordered sharply as he went into the kitchen and brought back a wooden chair for her to kneel on.
"Oh Trevor, you wouldn't...would you ?"
"I would," he answered,"....in fact, maybe I will."
*
Slipping off her top Cybil kept her modest in a skimpy top as she bent over again for another six, this time from Trevor who was swishing that awful bloody thing through the air with much gusto and relish.
"Hmm, ohhhh Its really starting to hurt now Trevor, so not so hard ok, please ?" she whimpered as they all stared at hre ruby red rump.
Her husband just grunted and whipped in the leather again which resulted in a devastating crack that echoed around the small room with a piercing.....
"AAAAGHHNOOOOOOOO!!!!" ....following close behind.
"Ouch !!" thought Mable to herself.
Heaven knows what the neighbours were thinking !!
*
Blushing, Cybil slipped off her top and coyly crossed her arms across her pointy boobs, blushing as George fiddled with his tie trying hard not to stare at the younger woman's obvious charms. Concentrating on the stick in his hands, he waggled it as Mable caught his eye.
"And you fancy some of this too Mable ?" he asked, gripping both ends and bending it into an arc menacingly.
Mable just bit her lip.
*
SWISSH...CRACK !!
"Wow...ouch, bet that stings Cybil !!" whistled Mable, watching as the younger woman shrieked, jumped up and bounced around the room holding her scalding hot arse and cursing blue bloody murder.
"Oooh ooooooeeeeeeeee not so hard George, go easy !!" whined Cybil dancing around topless in front of him, tits jiggling, chewing her bottom lip and massaging her welted bum tenderly. Both men laughed at the expression on her face as she tried to rub and squeeze away the throbbing sting trying not to think of the last swish of the cane she had left. Still, if she was brutally honest this sure as hell had set all her bells ringing.....
*
George, Trevor and Mable sat sipping another glass of wine listening to the thump thump thump as Cybil ran up the stairs to the bathroom in order to use a damp flannel to soothe her red bum.
"Are you sure she loves it Trevor ?" asked George.
Trevor just waved his hand.
"Oh don't mind her, she's just a tease and is probably more into it than I am. Besides, she bought the cane." he laughed as they both sat open mouthed."Now then, who's up next for a spanking ?"
Mable gulped and downed the last of her drink.
"Guess thats me..." she replied with a trembly smile.
*
A little while later....
"Oh...."
"Sorry."
"OW..."
"Whups."
"EAOW, you're doing this on purpose aren't you ?" winced Mable sitting in the passenger seat.
"No, honest I'm not...." protested George, glancing across at his wife who was looking daggers at him as their car bounced over another pot-hole....
"OUCH !!!"
The End
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