Holiday’s End, a tale by JayTee

They woke early that day, shivering in the twilight just before dawn’s early light. Simon put on coffee while Meggie showered and carefully dried and powdered herself, taking extra care to thoroughly dry her feet. She dressed quickly in hard-wearing trousers, socks and wool work shirt. Simon had coffee on the table his half-drunk cup he carried to the shower with him as Meggie put on the bacon and eggs and sliced bread. They ate together in companionable silence, smiling over their cups at each other. Finally they were done and Simon asked if Meggie was ready. She replied she was ready and more than eager.

Simon didn’t want to dampen her enthusiasm but he made a point of checking both their packs were loaded correctly and reminding her this was not their longest walk to date but in places was going to be their toughest. Meggie nodded soberly but inside she was still so eager to start! They has spent most of the day before preparing and checking, everything was in place, now they just had to do it… a 14 mile walk across country to a hidden vale with a waterfall and a secret cave, and, Meggie couldn’t help hoping, a wonderful spanking.

About ten minutes before six, as soon as the sun was fully up they set off, making good time to the outskirts of town, using the footpath to the first off road track. This meandered up a slope, followed the contours, and was clearly defined, as it was also the beginning of other walks. After a mile and a bit Simon checked a bearing back toward the town, looked round studying his compass and pointed at a gap between a rock and a cliff face. Meggie could see that the middle was not overgrown, there was a faint outline of a path. Wordlessly Meggie smiled and nodded and in single file they entered a narrow gorge that rose steeply for what Simon had said would be a touch over 2 kilometers. The going was hard but not too demanding, there were small stones and some boulders on the path. The larger ones they skirted, the smaller ones Simon kicked aside so there would be less danger of turned ankles. They were still moving at a good rate and Meggie felt her muscles meshing smoothly, her body was enjoying this, as was her mind. After 2 hours walking they came to a convenient boulder and took their first snack, Simon insisting, as always, that they use Meggie’s first to lighten her load. They held hands like young lovers even though it made eating and drinking less convenient. After their snack and a shared kiss they set off once more, climbing out of the gorge and ascending a narrow ridge. At the top of the ridge Simon stopped, turned back and whispered, “wow Meggie just look at that. That alone makes it worth it!”

Meggie turned and was awestruck. They had climbed far higher than she had imagined and the view was unbelievable. She could see all the way back down the ridge, down the mountain even. In the distance Mont Blanc glistened with its’ white crown. The air was cold and crystal clear, they could be the only two people on the planet! Meggie became conscious of Simon again as he explained they followed the ridge perhaps 400 metres more and as it began to drop again there should be a path down into a valley, a path that would be the hardest part of the walk. The path when they reached it was, as promised clearly marked by a cairn of stones. It was more like a steep staircase as they descended at an angle down the slope, forded a stream at the bottom and worked their way up the other side. Here Simon showed Meggie they were on another ridge that met the mountainside. He said that it looked like a solid cliff but there would be a gap, a short walk through the gap and if their guide was right a short drop. The a quick turn and a small vale should be seen with a few old tortured trees, a pool and a waterfall.

Eagerly they pushed on Simon having to force them to slow, to take proper precautions, but very soon they came to the last drop. It was a wide enough path so Simon urged Meggie forward. “Want to go look sweetheart?” he asked tenderly. Strangely hesitant now Meggie went forward, wanting to see but not wanting to be disappointed. She suddenly took the last three strides and turned to look, her body froze. Simon walked slowly forward to stand at his wife’s side. The vale was there, a green oasis in these wild rugged mountains. A waterfall made a curtain against what looked like a cliff. It was a very shallow rivulet and even though it fell quite a distance there was remarkably little noise. With a tear in her eye Meggie took Simon’s hand and together they walked slowly forward.

They found the clearing next to the pool where obviously someone had camped but many years ago. There was evidence of dug rubbish pits, old fires. Meggie took her shoes off and dangled her toes in the pool, squealing at the cold. Simon laughed and said it was probably snowmelt and would be cold. In unspoken agreement they moved about and spoke quietly. They were careful to clean away all their refuse after a sandwich, then finally they approached the waterfall, hand in hand. They discovered that on the right hand side there was a three-foot gap between the rock face and the curtain of water. Timidly they edged inside and discovered it almost immediately opened into a large ledge running round the pool hidden to all by the tumbling water. It was surprisingly light and airy, the light refracted through the water gave a warm glow to the rocks. About three feet from the waters edge there was a large rock that Meggie immediately supposed she knew what it had been used for. She headed for the rock, reaching out to touch it, then realised she could now see a smaller cave, almost an alcove at the back of the main cave. Something glistened in the alcove. Curious now, all thoughts of spanking and other pleasures gone she moved across, saw a low wooden ledge made from a roughly cut tree branch. Beneath the ledge were a few rusty tins, two old ceramic cups, jars of goodness knows what, all congealed, dark and almost disappeared. On the ledge itself was a large, ornate iron cross, a candlestick covered in melted wax, a box of candles and a tin box with a picture of matches on it. Simon joined her and together they stared at this amazing find. Meggie asked in a whisper if it was a shrine, Simon merely shook his head unable to answer.

“What a wonderful old couple,” Meggie exclaimed, “and you know he sent us here didn’t he? Thought we might enjoy his experience, though we would understand that enduring love is possible.” Meggie was obviously deeply touched, Simon also to a lesser extent. His respect for the old guide and his wife had increased though enormously; to share this was indeed an act of courage.

Meggie became still in his arms, spoke into his chest, not looking up at him. “You know what I want to do now don’t you Simon?”

He nodded and kissed the top of her head as he whispered into her hair. “Yes, you are a romantic and you want to pay your respects, pay tribute by receiving the same spanking that he gave her all those years ago, if indeed he did.” Simon felt the familiar first stirrings of lust in his body as he thought of putting his wife over his lap here in this wilderness, spanking her, imagining how it would feel casting off civilisation and inhibitions.

Meggie stepped back, smiling half shyly, half cheekily up at Simon, the smile he thought of as her spanking smile. “I knew you’d understand,” she said, “and after all you did promise me before that I could have another outdoor spanking again one day, didn’t you? I know this is inside a cave but it is outdoors too isn’t it? Isn’t it?”

Simon reached forward and with his hands on Meggie’s shoulders kissed her forehead, her lips and whispered “yes sweetheart I did, and I shall.” Then he quickly and calmly took out of his backpack a blanket and a sleeping bag and covered the rock, making a soft cushion for himself. Sitting down he reached for Meggie’s left hand and tugged her to his right side, then eased Meggie forward till her thighs touched his. A further gentle tug had Meggie falling naturally over his lap, where she discovered the height of the rock didn’t allow her feet and her hands to touch the floor together. She realised Simon was also aware of this when she felt his hands on her hips easing her forward; Meggie needed no encouragement and shuffled forward until her hands were resting on the hard, dusty rock floor. She felt as though she had very little control, never had her bottom seemed so high, never had she felt as though she would not be able to move; even had she wanted to. Meggie surrendered to these delicious thoughts, she imagined she was under her husband’s complete control, imagined he was going to spank her as hard and as for long as he wished. Meggie had complete trust in Simon, knew one word would cause him to stop, but still she let her mind pretend she was now just his plaything, a plaything that would be spanked till her bottom was on fire, then spanked some more. The mixture of eagerness and nerves was making Meggie’s stomach twitch. She felt Simon’s hand stroking her trouser clad bottom, occasionally patting her cheeks softly. She sighed with satisfaction.

Simon was almost shaking with excitement as he helped his wife shuffle forward over his lap. He watched as she eagerly helped him position her cute posterior, saw her feet were off the ground, felt more of his wife’s weight settle on his thighs. He glanced round and the enormity of what they were doing hit him. He was about to spank Meggie in a rough cave miles from anywhere, hidden behind a thin sheet of falling water! Reaching out with his right hand he began to fondle his wife’s bottom, enjoying the feel of her buttocks beneath the rough material of her slacks, aware of the noise of the falling water, but ignoring it. He began to pat the bottom he knew and loved so well, determined that he and she would both be satisfied by the end of the day. Slowly, very slowly he reversed the pattern, eventually the periods of patting were far longer than the periods of caressing. Then he slapped Meggie’s bottom just once firmly at the top of her right cheek, drawing a soft hiss of surprise from her.

“Well Madame,” he said in a mock severe tone, “You wanted a spanking by a cave man did you?” He slapped Meggie’s left cheek, again just hard enough to sting a hiss from Meggie, “and that is what you shall get Madame, by the time I have finished with you there’ll be no doubt in your mind who ruled the roost in ancient times.” With that he slapped each of Meggie’s cheeks twice more, across the middle then the lowest, softest part. Smiling he ran his palm all over Meggie’s bottom, a bottom that was now moving slowly, sensuously, inviting more attention.

Meggie had been getting just a little impatient waiting for her spanking proper to begin, but when she felt that first sting she couldn’t help but gasp in surprise. When her left cheek was slapped she gasped, but this time she welcomed the sting as a harbinger of what was to come. When she heard Simon’s words her own fantasy of relinquished control melted into a similar fantasy but now one where men still held sway over their mates almost as chattels. When Simon stopped after just six slaps she moved her bottom deliberately to provoke his lust, knowing her husband so well. She knew she had to provoke the response she desired, she wanted a spanking now, a proper spanking, indeed she craved it. She giggled and grunted “duh ugh yeah the big brave Neanderthal spanks like a butterfly, I bet he can’t drag the girls back to his cave either!”

When Simon heard his wife’s mocking words he barked out a laugh and beat his chest briefly, crying aloud “Me man, you woman, man spank woman, woman serve man.” Then still chuckling Simons began to spank his wife hard, not driving his hand down yet, just snapping rapidly and at random at the surface. He delighted in watching his wife’s bottom bounce and jiggle as he peppered these firm slaps all over her cute, tight cheeks, cheeks as yet hidden by her trousers. How long he spanked Meggie for Simon had no real idea, but Meggie’s bottom was so inviting he felt he could continue forever. He watched her bottom wiggle and squirm, seeming to be trying to avoid his hand but always returning to receive his next slap. Listening to the rapid tattoo over the sound of the falling water, watching Meggie’s bottom bounce and wiggle he realised the only thing he couldn’t do was listen to Meggie’s breathing. He leaned slightly to one side and saw that Meggie was breathing a little faster but her eyes were closed and she was almost smirking with pleasure. He slowed his spanking and let it melt into caresses as his hand explored Meggie’s bottom and thighs. He asked “Woman now know her place, will serve her man, or must man be fierce?”

Meggie giggled at Simon’s parody of Tarzan, her giggle turning to hisses as a very real sting began to make itself felt. Her cheeks began to feel warm, the speed at which Simon’s hand arrived began to spread and increase the sting, often his hand landing before the full sting of a previous slap had become fully realised. The sting and the heat spread, caused Meggie to wiggle her buttocks and squirm and she loved every sweet slap! This she felt was what she was born for, the sting being transmuted to a heat that spread throughout her body. Her mind began to soar, her fantasy almost forgotten as she submitted her will to the passion. When Simon stopped spanking her Meggie wanted to scream her frustration, had to come down from her high and think back to understand what Simon had said. When realisation sunk in she knew how to respond to elicit that which she hungered for. “Ha,” she shouted, “the papooses hit harder when they want their food! Woman will never serve man who is not worthy.”

Simon, ever sensitive to his wife’s needs, a little bothered because he couldn’t fully gauge her reaction because he couldn’t hear her gasps heard Meggie’s words and nodded. Secure in the knowledge his wife was ready he lifted his hand and began to spank Meggie in earnest. He lifted his hand and brought it down sharply onto the top of Meggie’s right cheek, following through deep into her buttock. He was aware of Meggie’s cheek flattening and bouncing back, aware of her head lifting, eyes opening wide at the pain even as he landed a second hard smack in the middle of the same cheek, hard enough to hear clearly the smack over the sound of the waterfall. Even as he delivered a third hard smack to the sweetest part of Meggie’s right cheek he felt and saw Meggie clench her buttocks together and thrust forward away from his palm, then saw her squirm and push backwards, forcing herself to relax. Methodically he smacked Meggie’s left cheek the same way, each smack following through, stinging deep, feeling his palm bouncing off Meggie’s sweet cheek. Meggie he saw now had her head down, was receiving each hard smack gracefully, her bottom hardly moving now. He wondered again at her resilience, her ability to receive such pain joyously. Lost in his own and her pleasure Simon raised his hand and smacked the top of each cheek twice, then the middle then the sweet sit spot, all twelve of the smacks hard and following through, driving ever deeper the sting. He watched as Meggie’s buttocks flattened and then seemed to bounce up in time to receive the second smack, he felt Meggie beneath him expanding her lungs to draw in oxygen, felt her rate of breathing increase. Half way through these delightful twelve smacks he began to hear Meggie squealing softly even over the sound of the waterfall. He smiled happily and began to once again caress his wife’s bottom, calling over the noise “woman ready to obey man, know her place, will do as man says? Or must man take away woman’s furs?”

Meggie lay quiescent, waiting, anticipating, but even so the pain when Simon drove his palm deep into her bottom made Meggie gasp, the sting hurting but turning to heat. The gradual warming of her bottom now allowed her to accept this new stinging with a singing heart. Her body reacted instinctively, clenching and moving away from Simon's hand even though she needed it. Meggie forced her body to relax, let her mind deal with the pain by changing it to fuel for her passion. When she felt the double smacks forcing their way through her trance she had to really concentrate to keep her bottom still for Simon, not wanting him to stop to spare her, she reveled in the sting, the heat growing and growing, her passion growing too. The pain ripped soft squeals out of her mouth but Meggie didn’t even know she screamed, she was drowning in a sea of pain, heat and lust. When her husband stopped spanking Meggie lay still, letting her mind explore the blaze that was spreading from her bottom. Through her maelstrom of pain and pleasure she heard Simon’s words, fought to make sense of them. She knew how hot her bottom was, but when she realised the meaning she did not hesitate, she was greedy for more! “You not man you beast, woman not your toy, woman not frightened.”

“Man teach woman,” Simon said firmly, even as he reached for Meggie’s hip and half rolled Meggie towards him. He reached for the fastening of Meggie’s trousers and managed to unfasten them. “Man take furs,” he said as he rolled Meggie face down again and began to tug Meggie’s slacks down over her hips and half way down her thighs. He was vaguely aware of three things; Meggie was rocking side to side to help him take down her pants, her panties were coming down at the same time revealing her naked red cheeks, lastly her bottom was almost as red as he had ever seen it! Simon didn’t want to spoil the mood but he felt a need to check his wife was still happy. “You’re very red sweetheart, you sure you want me to carry on?” Simon's hand had automatically begun to stroke and caress her bare cheeks even as he drank in this most glorious sight, a woman half naked over his lap, bottom bright red, sweetly offered for his pleasure.

When Meggie felt herself being handed like a rag doll she sank deeper into fantasy of being totally dominated, even though she did help, knew she helped. The cold air on her cheeks made her even more aware of how much her bottom was stinging, made her eager to feel Simon's palm against her bare flesh. The slacks and panties around her thighs made her feel more exposed than if she had been naked. When Simon spoke her heart melted and tears filled her eyes as he proved once again how worthy of her trust he was. She knew how much Simon enjoyed spanking her but knew he would curtail his pleasure gladly for her. More than ever she wanted to prove to him that she could endure more to share that trust with him, and enjoy the ecstasy that would follow. Meggie turned smiled with all the love she could muster and said, “You cannot stop now, I want you to spank me just as hard! I want this, need this.” With that she smiled again and said, “woman strong, man not be wimp, earn my service!” She took a deep breath, held it, took another, prepared herself.

Simon's watched his hand stroking Meggie’s hot cheeks, fascinated, saw Meggie turn, saw the tears shining in her eyes, saw not pain but joy, lust, trust and love. When Meggie spoke then turned her head face down again he knew what he must do, was determined to fulfil his wife’s wishes even as he pandered to his own perverse kink. His hand rose and fell in double spanks, again driving deep into Meggie’s cheeks. He alternated between the left and right buttocks, from top to bottom. Simon was amazed at the different sound his palm now made as it landed on sweet naked flesh. The red was driven away as white palm prints appeared, prints that quickly filled with a deeper richer red. Twelve times his hand rose and fell, a real sting in his own palm, his wife laid quietly, her obviously sore bottom accepting each sweet smack. Simon turned his attention to the centre of Meggie’s bottom, his palm spreading across both cheeks, four times he smacked his wife, once across the top of her bottom, once across the lowest softer flesh and finally twice across the middle of her bottom. As soon as he began these last four smacks he heard a ragged gasping scream torn from her lips. The scream was repeated each time his palm landed, becoming louder. Meggie started to buck on his lap, squirming as she screamed but making no attempt to roll off his lap, making no appeals for him to stop. Sighing, aware of guilt, pride, love, lust, erotic thoughts Simon almost reverently traced the contours of Meggie’s bottom with his fingers. He waited for Meggie to come back from wherever she was, waited for her harsh heavy breathing to slow, content now to delight in the sight of this woman he loved so much in the position he loved so much, her bottom the colour he loved so much.

Meggie prepared herself mentally and physically and when Simon's hard hand landed she lay as still as she could. The force of the slaps rocked her body but she ignored that, just let the pain, heat, joy run through her like an electric current of ecstasy. Her lungs were like bellows fuelling the fires, the pain drove her into a world of her own, when Simon began his last four smacks across her blazing cheeks Meggie was vaguely aware of the screams torn from her, screams that for her signaled the rapture she was in. When Simon began to caress her bottom and thighs she began to feel the pain, the burning, but it was a fire that now needed to be quenched with an equal fire another passion. Meggie didn’t want to leave her husband’s lap, but she needed to. Meggie kissed Simon's leg and rolled from his lap, silently and urgently pulled him to his feet, kissed him passionately, and tugged his belt loose, unfastened his trousers and roughly pushed them and his pants down round his ankles.

Impishly Meggie pulled back and smiled into Simon's eyes, “you have mastered me, I am yours to do with as you will, woman belongs to man, man take woman.” With that, Meggie pulled her pullover and shirt off and naked she shamelessly turned from Simon and leaned across the rock and pushed her bottom out letting Simon enjoy her pose and wanton behaviour.

When his wife behaved in such a way Simon was lost, as she well knew. He stepped forward and ran a hand lovingly over her red, sweet buttocks, leaned forward and ran his lips over her warm cheeks. Standing he moved a hand to each of Meggie’s lovely hips and stooping slightly moved forward and at the same time eased Meggie back onto himself.

Later Meggie cuddled on Simon's lap, he was leaning against the rock that had afforded them such pleasure. They had mumbled silly words to each other, made the silly jokes all lovers make, reaffirmed their love. Now Simon knew they had to return to real life, he stirred and lifted Meggie, together they walked to the pool and bathed, squealing at the ice cold water. After dressing they set off back, walking hand in hand where they could. Wearily they made their way into the village and without discussing it went to the trattoria of their old guide. They ordered the plate de jour, Chianti and shared smiles over the candles. The old guide joined them after their meal, again bringing a jug of wine across. Meggie stood up and kissed his cheek, expressing her heartfelt thanks for their adventure. Simon spoke to the guide in French who promptly shouted at the top of his voice through the back from where his elderly wife appeared. She came across and joined them, the guide threw questions at Simon, laughed at some of the answers.

Meggie poked Simon, demanding a translation. He explained he had told the old man that the cave traditions had been honoured and his wife was grateful. The guide had joked all women should be grateful for a spanking, at which Meggie had blushed, but smiled. The old lady muttered something which the guide translated through Simon as meaning the young of today were as foolish as her old fool of a husband. Meggie saw the glint in her eye though when she spoke of her spouse, and incredibly when she walked back to the kitchen she looked over her shoulder at Meggie, rubbed her own elderly haunch and winked! The men looked at her as if she were mad when she burst out laughing. It was only later when they were snuggled in bed that Meggie revealed her reasons to Simon.

When they were on the plane home Meggie squeezed Simon's hand and whispered, “we don’t need to go back to Italy, but some day sweetheart you must prove your manhood to me again.” Simon had squeezed back, leaned towards Meggie’s ear and growled softly “woman I shall be exercising my rights as soon as we get home, asserting my proper place.” Meggie had smiled complacently and happy with the prospect settled back in her seat to fantasize about her homecoming.

The End Copyright © JayTee 2005