The Holiday Continues, a tale by JayTee

Meggie’s first waking thoughts on the second day in their Italian chalet on Lake Garda were of the spanking she had received the night before and the love making that had followed. She purred and stretched like a cat at the remembered passion, a smile forming, replaced by a frown as she realised Simon had left her in bed, quickly replaced by a bigger smile as she smelled coffee and bacon and knew she would be dining in bed. When Simon returned they shared the food and knowing smiles as they both remembered in their own way the feeling as Simon had warmed her eager bottom, how it had inflamed their passion.

For the next few days the couple enjoyed a wonderful time, exploring the lake, the woods and surrounding towns, enjoying especially the mountains. The guidebooks showed many walks, some hard, some easy, but as it transpired, all popular. They met fellow ramblers of many nationalities, many interesting, some boring. On the fifth day of their holiday they were dining at a local trattoria to celebrate a good 18-mile walk over fairly rough terrain. Simon was chatting occasionally to a French couple who had taken the short pass and only done the latter ten miles.

The trattoria was obviously family owned and served simple, wholesome peasant food. Meggie was thoroughly enjoying the international ambiance and the food, content to be in such a place with her dearly beloved. An elderly man sitting at the end of the bar rose, filled a carafe and brought it and three glasses across to their table and spoke to Simon in French as he filled the glasses. Simon tasted the rough Chianti and nodded approvingly and explained to Meggie that their host was the owner and that his son and daughter in law now ran the business. The old man’s mother had been French and he apologised but said he had overheard Simon talking about their walk.

Meggie smiled at the man, drank her wine and ate her carbonara and watched as her husband and the old man laboured to converse in a foreign tongue. Simon gave her a running commentary as they spoke. It turned out that the man had been a guide in his youth and he was impressed that they had chosen the harder but more spectacular route today. As they talked the man let it be known he had come from a family of guides but he was the last of his family to follow the trade as modern guidebooks, clearly defined easy tourist walks had become the fashion. He was philosophical even if disparaging of the modern trend. It was in his opinion sad that people had lost the spirit of adventure and the love of a challenge. Simon didn’t need to pretend as he agreed whole-heartedly and said that they had done the best they could find but still felt they had not been stretched. Meggie found it endearing when the guide shyly offered to show them his old guidebooks, started by his Grandfather in the 1800’s and added to by his father and himself. Simon was eager to see them and soon the table was covered by the most extraordinary documents taken from a small brassbound wooden chest. Soon they were engrossed in the study, Meggie smiling at the way Simon could respond to an old man, argue with him yet respect is point of view at the same time.

As they finished and shared a last glass a woman as old as the man appeared from the kitchen and began to harangue him about prattling and boring tourists. When the guide barked back and showed her the map she retaliated and Simon and Meggie exchanged looks thinking that it was an act, the love these too still shared shone through. The old guide cackled, said something in French to Simon and then to her amazement reached out and smacked his old spouse’s bottom! Even more amazingly the old lady just muttered something and wandered about turning out lights, and the old man cackled again and shouted something. He turned to Simon and repeated it in French causing Simon to burst into laughter even as he reached for Meggie’s hand and squeezed it and looked lovingly into her eyes and said something in an aside to the old man. He nodded and smiled somewhat enigmatically Meggie thought, then became still and nodded. He put his documents away and pulled out one final document and one map.

Simon explained that this was their elderly host’s favorite walk, one he rarely took anyone to, other than his wife whom he said he had taken often when they were courting. Since their marriage when they were still young and fit enough to celebrate happy events or come to terms with sad times he said they still went. Meggie thought this so sweet she reached out and squeezed the old mans gnarled hands.

Simon explained the old man said it was a tough 14-mile walk up steep inclines, across cold fords and through hard rocky trails but it was a walk not a climb. At the end of the walk was a hidden vale with a stream fed by a waterfall. He said it was possible to walk behind the waterfall into a cave that had a pool of crystal clear ice cold water. The ancient said he used to walk the 28-mile round trip in a day but had spent the night in the hidden vale once or twice. He let Simon transcribe the written directions and copy the route onto his own detailed map.

)n the way back Meggie, with a woman’s curiosity, had to ask what the exchange was all about. Simon explained the old man had said they did more than walk when they were young just before he smacked his old wife. The wife had, according to the old man said he wasn’t capable at his age of that sort of thing and he had gone on to explain he would show her that night he was still her Master.

“And what did you say to him?” asked Meggie.

“Oh,” replied Simon with an innocent smile, “I just said, “yes I know how you feel.””

Meggie blushed, slapped Simon softly on his arm but just mumbled “Oh Simon!” Secretly she was pleased that Simon had found a way of congratulating the old man and showing his approval. After a few more steps Meggie said softly, “I hope he does, and she still enjoys it. I bet he spanked her in that cave too” Simon laughed, pulled his wife close, kissed her softly and said “Oh Meggie I do love you, have I told you that recently?” Meggie smiled, nodded and walked the final distance in silent contentment.

When they got back they parted, Simon checked the chalet, turned up the heating slightly in the bedroom, quickly changed into his dressing gown and joined Meggie in the kitchen for a final coffee before bed. They chatted about the walk, whether to try it. Simon’s opinion was at 2 miles an hour it was 14 hours walking, at 2 and a ½ it would be 11 hours, so they would probably take 5 hours each way. They would take a pup tent and enough food for an overnight stop though just in case if indeed they decided to try it. A 6 am start would give them 14 hours of daylight, maybe 15 on a clear day. He showed Meggie how much of it was on flat ground, how much rocky terrain and how many places and distances where the contour lines were close together.

Cupping her mug in both hands Meggie sipped thoughtfully and mulled it over. “I would love to see their cave” she decided eventually, “but only if you’re confident Simon.”

Simon nodded, “OK we’ll rest up tomorrow, prepare and I’ll charge the mobile up for emergencies and the day after we’ll go for it.” Happy now Meggie smiled impishly, Simon raised an eyebrow.

“You do realise you once spanked me in the open during a walk and promised you would repeat the performance one day.” As Simon began to share the thought Meggie continued, “if it’s possible I’d love to be spanked in their cave, sort of continue their tradition for them.”

Simon took Meggie’s empty cup, leaned close to kiss her tenderly and murmured, “it will be done if it can be sweetheart.” Meggie smiled happily and stood still wearing her walking trousers and shirt but not her boots. She began to unfasten them saying they needed washing and might as well go straight in the basket. She smiled a knowing, womanly smile as Simon’s eyes feasted on her body, her movements as she quickly stripped down to her bra and panties. She shrugged and said that they too needed washing and quickly unclasped her bra, let it fall, let her breasts swing free, stooped and slipped her pants down, stepping clear and standing naked before her husband, knowing the power her body had over his.

“I know you don’t like to spank me when you have drunk as much as you have, and I want my bottom nice and unmarked and eager for the cave but will you just spank me a few times now as a tribute to them?” With that Meggie turned and bent over, putting her elbows and forearms on the seat of a chair, offering her bottom so enticingly, so generously, so brazenly. “Please, just a dozen or so slaps to warm my bottom, make it pink.” Meggie wiggled her bottom, looked over her shoulder at Simon, “and I hope he and her are doing the same, hope we can at their age, so please Simon? For us and for them?”  With that Meggie turned and faced forward again, waiting, knowing he would never refuse her, would know exactly how she felt.

Simon felt his body and his mind respond to Meggie’s words and actions. What man could refuse such an offer, especially one with his kink? He stepped forward and rested his left hand on the small of Meggie’s back and ran his right hand over her smooth cool bottom, felt her shiver and raised his hand and systematically began to slap her cheeks. He did not pat her bottom lovingly as he usually began their spanking, he went directly hard enough to make Meggie gasp softly, stinging the surface skin without causing deep pain. Meggie gasps soon became purrs. Simon carefully covered all of Meggie right cheek, watching her bottom jiggle, watched white patches appear then turn pink. He was as always surprised at how much noise his palm made in a quiet room, he transferred his attention and spanking to Meggie’s left cheek, again careful to cover every inch, feeling his palm begin to warm, watching Meggie’s left cheek in turn jiggle, turn white then pink. After five smacks on each cheek Simon planted a nice firm four smacks across both Meggie’s cheeks, letting his palm cover each. His hand landed across Meggie’s now pink and warm buttocks, first across the top, then the lower parts and finally two sharp smacks across the middle of her bottom. He drank in the sight of his wife’s body, her bottom red and squirming back and forth as though making love, her eyes closed, almost lost in a world of her own. He smiled and was content to enjoy this most intimate spectacle.

When Meggie had begun to strip in front of Simon her plan was not fully formed, just wild half ideas streaming through her head. She had been thinking about the elderly couple, their enduring love, lust for life and suddenly she was clear about what she wanted. She had felt no shame, just glory as she had bent and presented herself for her husband. She did not think she had expressed herself well but she knew Simon would understand all she meant, and she grew calm as she waited for what she knew was inevitable. Already, even though her bottom was cool she could feel heat of another kind building between her legs; a heat she knew would catch fire soon.

Meggie felt herself shiver when Simon touched her back and caressed her now so sensitive bare cheeks, she didn’t even realise she had involuntarily moved her bottom in invitation. Her brain was filled with half fantasies about the old couple, about herself and Simon as old people, of a gnarled hand spanking a sagging ancient bottom, made beautiful by their love. When the first slap landed firmly on her right cheek her body was taken by surprise because it had expected the usual warming pats, but her gasp soon became a purr as her mind acknowledged this was perfect. As her right cheek was warmed Meggie began to feel heat spreading, felt her mind soaring, and as the last smack landed low her left cheek knew… knew and accepted the gifts as eagerly as her right cheek. Her bottom was moving in a rhythm of its’ own, her bare buttocks were warm but her passion was ablaze. When both cheeks had been fully covered Meggie’s mind was still a whirlwind of half thoughts and fantasies, thinking of old leathery hands, a cave, cold water, and hot cheeks.

When she felt the sharp smacks across the middle of her bottom her mind screamed an exultant “YES!” each time Simon’s expert hand landed, feeling the sting being driven deeper, feeling the heat, the heat that affected her as nothing else could. The final two slaps landing on the same spot made Meggie hiss, but not with pain, with passion, desire for more even as she knew they must stop now while they could. Her brain was lost in its’ own world, her hot cheeks were moving so she could squeeze her thighs together. Slowly she became aware of her surroundings, still feeling all the desire, but now it had a new focus. She felt warm heat as her own moisture trickled down her thigh. Smiled seductively as she stood and turned to hug Simon, her hands passing inside his dressing gown around his waist. “That was delicious my love,” she whispered, “but now take me, make love to me.”

Simon stepped forward to meet Meggie’s hug, returning it, hugging her naked, supple warm cuddly body close. When he heard her words he tenderly moved Meggie to the rough kitchen table and eased her down onto it, gazing into her eyes all the time. He felt Meggie’s legs lift and lock behind his waist, drawing him ever forward and once more they became one.

Later when they were snuggled warm and safe under the quilt, Meggie in her favourite position, on their sides, like spoons, her pert bottom snug against his belly, an arm on her flank, his breath warm against her shoulder she giggled softly. “Not bad for a young’un I hope you can still see to my needs when we are old.” Simon had kissed her shoulder, whispered close to her ear, “well I intend to practise a lot, starting day after tomorrow. Night night sweetheart.” Meggie had drifted off to sleep with a happy, contented smile on her face, hoping to dream of caves.

To be continued ... © JayTee