Spanko Bellisimo, a tale by JayTee

It has started, Simon supposed, four months ago when in the depths of a cold miserable British winter they had planned a spring break. After a week of teletext and Internet searching they had decided a chalet near Lake Garda in Northern Italy looked ideal. They booked it and that gave them something to look forward to over the dark winter nights. They discussed what trips to make, Mont Blanc, across the border at Cuisso into Switzerland, down to Milan so Meggie could shop. Everything had been perfect, the flight was smooth, the hire car was ready, even the usually chaotic Italian drivers had seemed to cooperate and facilitate their journey. Meggie had claimed to fall in love with the chalet, bewitched by the view over the lake, liking the fact it was set back away from the hubbub of the lakeside, had a private, not shared access. Meggie had as usual insisted they unpack and do what she called the domestic chores as soon as they arrived, the kitchen was stocked, the wine stored on the rack. Meggie had made a light meal, just a warm salad of bacon, black pudding and tomato dressed with grain mustard and white wine vinegar dressing. This was perfectly complemented by a glass of very dry Soave wine. They had eaten together on the cane furniture by the huge picture window, watching the shadows of encroaching darkness racing across the lake.

Full darkness found Meggie almost nodding off. She shook herself, smiled in the gloom at Simon. “Sorry sweetheart,” she had said, “I am about done in, but we are on holiday, can my first holiday spanking be a slow, easy warm up, and finish with just a few harder smacks to make me hot. Then maybe make love gently, I couldn’t face bedroom athletics tonight.” Simon had turned, smiled and nodded. “Sounds good to me,” he had agreed.

Meggie had stood taken Simon’s glass and on her way to the kitchen had whispered “clothes off sweetheart.” In the kitchen she rinsed the glasses and unhurriedly took off her travel clothes, dumping them in the laundry basket. Naked, she shivered in the strange surroundings, she felt that familiar hollowness in the pit of her stomach, felt the stirrings of passion. She walked back to join her husband and saw he had moved her chair back, folded his shorts and shirt, and had positioned his chair right in the middle of the picture window. Meggie enjoyed his naked body, she loved watching him when he thought he was not being observed. When he turned and smiled she grinned and began lighting the candles, knowing his eyes would be feasting on her body. Finally she joined him, reached for the nape of his neck, thumb stroking, smiling when he shivered at her touch, she leaned forward to kiss Simon briefly, sweetly, her left breast brushing his right shoulder. Then without haste she had used his right thigh for balance and eased herself into position over his lap. Meggie was careful to position her bottom over Simon’s right thigh, her stomach on his left thigh, and rather than stretch her hands onto the floor had wrapped her arms under his left thigh, crushing her breasts. Her legs she stretched out and when she felt Simon’s right hand caressing and patting her bare buttocks she turned and kissed his hip, murmured “love you,” and let her head fall forward as he replied, “love you too sweetheart.” Meggie closed her eyes and surrendered herself to the joy of her spanking.

The spanking was exactly as Meggie had hoped. Simon started ever so gently, and took his time. After each spanking period he stroked, caressed and explored her bottom, thighs and between her legs. Sometimes he spanked her methodically, one cheek then the other, sometimes he spanked her bare bottom at random, each time though increasing the heat, the warmth flooding her body. When he explored between her legs each time she felt more of her body juices flowing onto his hand. Though she still felt tired and lazy, her body was betraying her, her hips and bottom were moving in time with the wonderful spanks, she knew she was grinding her groin into his right thigh. Simon had sensed her mood and put his hand against her bottom, stroked her and whispered, “last ones sweetheart, time for love.” Meggie had just sighed and nodded and received that last flurry with her heart singing, her body eager. The spanking was not anything like as hard as she sometimes liked, but it suited her mood exactly, the sting and heat was enough to inflame passion without bringing her all the way up to full, alert wakefulness. After Simon had finished, she lay across his lap, smiling secretly, sighing with pleasure, not even realising her bottom was still delighting her husband with its’ wriggling. At last she shivered again and levered herself off Simon’s lap, once again kissing him briefly, whispering into his lips, “thanks love.” By mutual agreement they had parted and separated to blow out the candles, meeting at the bedroom door, kissing again, squeezing their naked bodies together. In the bedroom Meggie stood patiently while Simon turned down the bed, turned on a bedside lamp and dimmed it by putting a towel over the shade. Meggie had wordlessly eased Simon into bed first, draped herself across his lap again and said in a sleepy voice, “Please, just a few more like the last ones, heat me up again, just remind me of the pleasure?” Once again she felt that wonderful sharp snap as he husband rekindled the sting in her eager cheeks, she moaned and sighed with pleasure. When Simon judged her ready by her movements and the heat he began to caress her thighs and explore between her legs again their bodies seemed to twist and come together naturally. Meggie buried her head in Simon’s neck, his right hand seemed to be under her burning bottom, lifting and they became one, their coupling not urgent, just a natural progression. Their bodies undulated, hardly moving, endlessly expressing their love for each other. Neither knew how long they remained like that, but Simon felt Meggie begin to shudder, felt her nails dig into his back and followed closely. Meggie just knew that when the heat inside her matched the heat of her bottom she relinquished all control. Her last thoughts, as her hands stroked slowly up and down Simon’s back and she drifted into a deep, deep sleep, were of how lucky she was to have found her soul mate.

This tale will continue, Meggie has not had the last of her Italian spankings, remember she was once promised another outdoor spanking? Well they enjoy an unusual alfresco adventure later.

The End ©JayTee