Medieval Banquet,  a story by JayTee

“Oh look, isn’t it beautiful!” Meggie exclaimed in delight, leaning forward to peer through the screen as the ancient castle came into sight as they rounded the final curve. Simon smiled indulgently, enjoying his wife’s enthusiasm. He admitted to himself though that the castle was a very imposing edifice, towering high above them, perched on the edge of the cliffs. White water contrasted with the deep blue of the ocean. An ancient man dressed as a page directed them to park in the inner courtyard. Here another page, somewhat younger, carried their single case into the castle. Simon had to guide his wife as she tilted her head back to gaze up at the battlements.

This adventure had started three weeks ago at the charity event in their local pub. Meggie had bought five pounds worth of raffle tickets and had won a night at a medieval castle, to include a banquet. The prize included rail tickets, taxi from the station and food. They had been pleased at the time, but now seeing this magnificent structure they realised just how good a prize they had won. They found the interior matched the exterior, this was architecture on a grand scale. The reception desk was a huge slab of polished oak in a huge hall whose walls were covered in ancient armour and animal heads. Simon legalised their stay by filling in the registration card, Meggie turned in a slow circle, drinking in the size and scope of the décor. A smiling Simon took Meggie’s hand and almost dragged her behind the attending page who guided them to their room via an elevator that wheezed and swayed as though it was almost as old as the ancient pile.

“Wow” was Meggie’s subdued and somewhat limited response when they were finally alone in their room. The place was enormous, it seemed as though the bed was miles away, but when they approached it they realised it was on the same scale as the castle. It was a huge four-poster that seemed big enough for a soccer team to sleep together on. Meggie seemed almost intimidated by the atmosphere, but she soon bubbled back to life. “we going to have some errr fun on this later are we?” Simon laughed and turned from the window where he had been admiring the view over the headland and bay. “Yes and guess what? The door is about three inches of solid oak, these windows look to be triple glazed and the walls are solid rock. So we can play loud and maybe you could squeal a little and no one would hear you.”

Meggie suddenly looked thoughtful, mischievous and amused all at the same time. “You don’t mean you intend to, to, you aren’t going to spank me are you?” she said in a dramatic voice, hands pressed to her cheeks in comic horror. “I am the Lord here, women are chattels, and yes I shall be exercising my spanking rights this fine night. So fair maiden thou hadst best prepare thyself for thine ordeal.” With that Simon scooped Meggie into his arms, kissed her tenderly, running his hands down her back to cup her buttocks, lifting her closer. "But meanwhile, maid, "he continued, "you may take the first shower.”

He turned her towards what he presumed was the bathroom and patted her pert little rump. Meggie giggled over her shoulder and slowly deliberately walked towards the door. She threw her jacket on a chair, let her blouse slip down her back, let it drop onto the floor. Hesitated long enough to kick off her shoes, smiled over her shoulder again as she unfastened her skirt and let it pool around her ankles. Simon looked his wife up and down, drinking in a sight he never tired of. Meggie turned to face him and still smiling impishly unfastened the clasp of her bra. Letting it drop she stood proudly before her husband in just her brief eggshell coloured panties. “Well Sir,” she said, “would you really spank a poor maid like me?” With that she turned again and pushed her panties down over her cheeks, then onto her thighs. Simon watched speechless, not daring to speak or otherwise interrupt this erotic display. Meggie continued to push her panties down, leaning forward from the waist, over her knees, She bent over further until her panties were resting on her feet, she gripped her ankles for a few seconds. Simon had stopped breathing, he could feel himself growing, becoming excited by the site of this woman he loved showing no inhibitions whatsoever as she exposed all of herself to him. The muscles of her bottom and legs were stretched tight, he could see the tip of her left breast dangling, and he could see the pink moistness between her legs. He sighed and began to breathe again as Meggie stood and faced him again, a naked but glorious sight.

“Could you really spank little innocent me?” she asked head tilted to one side. Simon shook his head, laughing, “Too true I shall, later tonight after we have the banquet, and if you don’t get in that shower soon I shall not be able to wait till then. Satisfied Meggie ran giggling into the bathroom. Simon picked up his wife’s discarded clothing and went to the dresser and saw an information pack. Curious he picked it up, started reading, wandered over to the bed and laid down still reading.

Meggie soaped and washed thoroughly under the shower, her hands straying and lingering between her legs as she thought of the show she had just put on for her husband. Her body felt tingly and alive, as if it knew as well as her brain that tonight she would be well spanked. Finally she stepped from the shower, wrapped a towel turban like around her head and dried herself with the bath sheet. She emerged from the bathroom fresh faced and innocent looking to see that Simon had opened the chest at the foot of the enormous four poster and had laid out some clothes on the bed. The clothes seemed to be simple shifts and wooden soled sandals.

“OK sweetheart, here’s the deal,” he said when he saw Meggie. “We can wear ordinary clothes or these olde worlde costumes to the banquet. The hotel recommends that we enter into the spirit of things. Apparently I lead my lady down the grand stairs and a master of ceremonies announces us. The banquet is traditional too, unless we ask for cutlery we eat with our bare hands. There is mead, wine and ale available in unlimited quantities, if we want soft drinks they have a honey flavour cordial that mixes with soda water. We can go down any time and have a glass and meet the other guests.”

“Sounds good,” said Meggie. “I think we should stay reasonably sober if you are really going to brutalise my poor bottom,” she added with a grin. “Now your turn to go shower my Lord and Master, my Knight Error, errr I mean Errant of course.”

Simon raised and eyebrow, “You are Maid Minx for the evening, and you are building up a debt your bottom will be hard pressed, nay wench, hard spanked to pay.” With that Simon left his wife to look over their outfits and went to shower. Emerging he was amazed. Meggie had dressed in the plain purple shift, only made more colourful by narrow gold brocade near the neck and hem. She had managed to braid her short hair into a very small bun at the back of her head. Bereft of make up she looked almost waif like. It did his ego no harm at all when he saw the hunger in his wife’s eyes as they consumed his naked body when he walked across to don his own artificial ermine robe. They walked out of the room arm in arm, Simon’s hand caressing his wife’s buttocks as they negotiated the corridor and stairs, only returning to a more chaste location when the other guests came into sight. “Later wench” he whispered in her ear.

The night was a huge success, they were introduced and then mingled for an hour, not drinking anything. They were called to table and joined eight others. Serendipity played a part, everyone at their table was either pleasant or downright good company. The Great Hall had twelve tables each seating ten. There were twelve entertainers passing from table to table. Jugglers, sleight of hand, fool, acrobats, belly dancers, singers that played the lute. Throughout the evening there was a constant supply of food, birds, hams, joints and even a boar’s head. Fresh fruit and bowls of yoghurt and cheeses were ever present. All the food had to be eaten by hand, which meant much licking of fingers and messiness. Simon clearly remembered one moment being entranced by his wife’s lovely white teeth voraciously nibbling away at a ham shank. When she finished she gracefully dropped the bone into the trash basket in the centre of the table. Catching Simon’s eyes n her she slowly, seductively sucked each finger in turn. Simon leaned towards her, pinched he bottom gently and whispered in her ear “just you wait Maid Minx.” Meggie leaned towards him, her hand high on his thigh, warm and exciting, stroking closer to his crutch and whispered, “But Sire, I have done nothing except enjoy this gathering, surely I am not to be spanked for that?” Her breath was warm in his ear, her tongue flicked out to lick him briefly. Simon shuddered and nodded.

They were taught old fashioned square dancing, which was great fun and meant that Simon could enjoy his wife’s lithe body beneath the thin smock. Every time their bodies met Meggie made sure she rubbed herself against Simon. Later when they were allowed to do modern ballroom Simon took the opportunity to slide his hand down to cup Meggie’s cheek and whisper “oh you are going to be so red.” As the night progressed they were both more and more conscious of the electric atmosphere between them. They were taking any and all opportunities to touch each other. Whenever they got the chance they whispered teasing remarks to each other. There was only one possible release for all this tension.

About midnight guests started to drift away and Simon thought they could safely slip away without being too obvious. He led Meggie up the stairs and ushered her into the room, followed her in and sighing leaned back against the door, reaching down he snicked the lock into place. Meggie heard the lock and turned, and showing mock horror dropped face down on the carpet. “Sire spare me.” She wailed, “I am naught bit a poor maid, I have not yet known a man, no man has ever spanked me.” Simon grinned, “well tonight I claim droit de seigneur, and I shall take you, but only after that bottom of yours pays me for all the minxiness you have shown.”

Meggie stood and led Simon over to the bed. “Sire, I want you to make love to me but first I want my spanking. I want you inside me though, so can the spanking be quick?” Meggie lifted the small travel alarm and said, “can I have a non stop five minute spanking? You always slow down when you spank me harder, so can you make it just a bit harder for each subsequent minute? Is that OK with you?” Simon replied by bouncing onto the bed, leaning back against the headboard and patting his lap. “Well, what are you waiting for wench? Your fate awaits, conquer your fear, disrobe and with as much grace as you can muster present your bottom to your Lord and Master.”

Even before Simon had finished talking Meggie had begun to disrobe. The shift was pulled over her head, her bra seemed to disappear as if by magic and one swift movement had her panties off. Naked she crawled onto the bed, licking her lips lasciviously, smiling. Taking a pillow she placed it across Simon’s lap, then laid across it, her head on his left side. From past experience she positioned herself so her bottom was high, but at a slight angle. This Simon could spank down onto the top of her bottom or from a slight angle could minister to the centre and lower cheeks. As she tucked her elbows tight to the pillow and Simon’s legs, rested her head on her hands Meggie purred with pleasure and wriggled her bottom. She felt Simon shift, then saw the small clock appear in front of her on the bedspread. She shivered in anticipation as his hand began to caress her bottom and thighs, every sense alert to the slightest touch. Meggie saw the second hand approach the twelve and felt Simon’s weigh shift. She sighed and gave one last wiggle of her eager bottom.

When the first smack landed Meggie relaxed totally. This was what her body had ached for, all the teasing comments, the sly glances, the touching. The smacks were more like gentle pats, rapid and random, covering all her bare cheeks. The warmth slowly pervaded her cheeks and deeper. As her husband’s hand slowly warmed every square centimeter of her eager cheeks Meggie wasn’t consciously aware that her hips were slowly pushing her groin onto the pillow and back. She just knew the heat was kindling a passion that would only be finally extinguished when they made love. Every few seconds Meggie opened her eyes and glanced at the clock, eager for more heat to fuel her need, but wanting this to go on forever. She saw the minute hand completing the minute and pushed her bottom up to greet whatever new sensation was to come.

When Simon began his rapid petting he knew Meggie would feel no pain. He delighted in watching her bottom bouncing and wobbling, enjoyed the feel of her creamy skin against his palm, loved her total lack of inhibition as her hips thrust her bottom in and out, first revealing then hiding her moist pink spot. Simon was very careful to cover all of her bare bum, paying rapt attention as a gentle pink hue began to show. Keeping an eye on the clock he finished the crease at the top of Meggie’s thigh just as the first minute ended. Resting his hand briefly on Meggie’s soft cheeks Simon began a regular rhythm of gentle slaps, trying to land one slap every two seconds. He was careful to snap his hand down and back so Meggie merely felt a stinging sensation and no pain. He wanted to deepen the shade of red without hurting. Beginning at the top of his wife’s right cheek and alternating he worked his way down to the creases at the top of her thighs. Simon had calculated he could slap his wife six times on each side repeat these then land six smacks down the centre of her bottom straddling the cleft. This he did, watching each slap set Meggie’s sweet cheek wobbling, not landing hard enough to leave a white palm print, merely encouraging the blood to the surface, making the pink become two shades darker. To Simon this was one of the most perfect experiences, watching his wife’s bottom gyrating, hearing the sounds, and the feeling. As the thirtieth slap landed he saw it was time to start the third minute.

When Meggie felt the slightly heavier slaps, became aware of the steadier rhythm she sighed, felt herself settle deeper into the heated bliss, and sank into her body. There was no pain at all, just a rhythmic sting that slowly, deliciously increased the heat, a heat that seemed to be spreading out from her bottom to her deepest sexual core. When Simon’s hand began to land across the cleft between her buttocks she purred with pleasure, her groin thrusting into the pillow, in tune with his hand. She opened her eyes and saw the second minute was coming to a close. When the next smack landed at the apex of her right cheek she heard herself gasp out “yes.” The heat in her bottom grew, as did her passion as Simon smacked her in exactly the same place. Moving to her left cheek he again smacked her twice. As each loving smack landed Meggie thrust into the pillow, and pushed her bottom back to receive the next. The hot blood from her bottom seemed to be coursing through her whole body and brain, she felt lightheaded and adrift on a sea of sensation. She was vaguely aware that Simon had moved back to her right cheek and smacked it twice but slightly lower. The only important thing to Meggie at this point was the heat continuing to build, and the feeling of the pillow against her groin. She realised Simon was smacking the lowest part of her bare buttocks and opened her eyes and with difficulty focused on the clock, and saw it was time for another ascent to a higher plane.

A tiny part of Simon’s brain had worked out that in the third minute if he timed the spanks three seconds apart he could land ten smacks on each of his wife’s pink cheeks. He determined to smack each cheek in the same place twice, and work his way down covering a fifth of each cheek at a time. He knew this would increase the heat significantly without having to smack too hard. His hand snapped down onto the top of her right cheek, a white palm print appeared and her cheek wobbled. He heard his wife moan “yes” softly. Three seconds later, just as the palm print was filling with red his hand landed again. Simon felt a surge of emotion that his wife could share this with him. He knew that because he had warmed her bottom first there would be no real pain just heat. They discussed this many times. Any guilt Simon used to feel about inflicting pain on his wife had long since disappeared, he was confident now in their shared passion. As a steady clapping sound reverberated round the room Simon concentrated on making sure Meggie’s bottom turned to an even all over red. All the time though he revelled in each sensation. As his hand landed the twentieth smack he settled it back at the top of Meggies bottom and then began the fourth minute by slapping firmly down across her cheeks. Four seconds later he smacked her again in a spot chosen at random. He saw that Meggie separated her hands and rested her forehead between them on the bedspread. She remained perfectly still as every four seconds a smack landed and her bottom became progressively redder. The only movement from her was an involuntary slip forward from the movement of his hand and a settling back into position. Fifteen times his hand landed, fifteen times a loud clap sounded, fifteen times a white palm print appeared and fifteen times Meggie rocked forward. Simon was so entranced by the effect he was having that he barely noticed his wife was starting to gasp softly as each slap landed. He saw now that Meggie's bottom was bright red and her cheeks were clenching and relaxing as she fought to remain still. All too soon he saw it was time for the final minute, the last crescendo of sweet pain and passion.

Many things were rushing through Meggie’s brain as the harder smack signalled the beginning of the fourth minute. Her eyes opened wide at the sudden deeper pain, she knew she was drowning in the sea of heat spreading through her, knew she was perilously close to climaxing because of her rubbing against the pillow. She moved her head from her hands, settled her forehead against the bedspread and became still as the second smack arrived. Meggie tried to concentrate on her bottom and the pain there, tried not to move in any way which would stimulate her further. As each loving smack landed she felt a sharp sting, felt her body convert the pain to pleasure, but fought to think of nothing but her tender cheeks, tried not to think of her sex. Some of the random smacks landed on the site of previous smacks and this did briefly make her gasp and register pain, but in a flash this too became part of the glory of the moment. She knew her bottom was on fire, but that wasn’t important, she focused on the clock, saw the second hand sweep up to the number twelve and knew she was about to climb the final peak. She surrendered her willpower again, let her body do as it pleased and let her spirit soar free. She felt Simon’s hand settle briefly on the top of her left cheek, grunted with pain, desire and pleasure as a hard smack sent a wave of heat directly to the fire in her veins. Her groin thrust hard into the pillow again, she took a deep breath and thrust her bottom back and waited till after a five-second delay Simon’s hand slapped hard at her left cheek. Again she grunted, thrust and steadies her bottom for her beloved. Inside she was singing “yes, yes, yes.” Three times on each side of her bottom Simon’s hand was received eagerly, a grunt and thrust accompanying each smack. Meggie felt the heat as a white-hot flame now, her sex was tingling with the need for release. When Simon returned to the top of her right cheek Meggie knew that her body was feeling discomfort now, her bottom was writhing as well as thrusting. This mattered not at all, she wanted this to continue forever, but she wanted it to stop so she could offer herself to Simon in another way too. Meggie heard herself squealing softly now, felt the tears in her eyes, felt the unbridled passion bursting free. When she realised no more smacks were landing she slowly stopped her writhing and thrusting, looked through misty eyesight and saw Simon must have stopped a full half minute ago. As if in a dream she looked over her shoulder at Simon, smiled and whispered “thank you, thank you Simon, now let me please.” She knew no other words were necessary as she lifted herself to her knees and removed the pillow.

When Simon started their final minute he determined each smack would be measured and methodical and hard. He knew from past experience that Meggie’s body would by now be converting any pain into passion. He delighted in smacking hard, seeing Meggie’s bottom thrust away from his palm and then push back into such a sweet position. He saw her pink moist centre appear and disappear, heard her gasps, saw his white palm print turn her cheeks a glorious red. His hand was feeling the sting now and he could only imagine the pain Meggie must be accepting with such obvious delight. After 30 seconds and six hard smacks he began at the top of her bottom again, alternating between cheeks. Now he heard Meggie’s gasps becoming soft screams, saw her bottom writhing as well as thrusting into the pillow. But he felt nothing but eager passion, confident in their trust because each time Meggie returned her bottom within the five seconds ready and apparently eager for the next loving slap. Finally it was over. Simon felt emotionally spent but physically he was so excited he was in pain. He watched as Meggie’s bottom continued to thrust into the pillow heard her rapid breathing, enjoyed the deep red that was her sweet naked bottom. Meggie’s movements gradually slowed and her breathing became deeper. She turned to smile at him, smiling through her tears, face alight with passion. Simon felt a lump in his throat, was unashamed to feel a tear form in his eye when Meggie whispered her thanks.

He watched as Meggie knelt before him, held his hands above his head while she pulled his ermine slip off. He shivered when she looked greedily down and cupped him in her hand. When Meggie straddled him and leaned close so her breasts rubbed against his chest Simon rested his hands lightly just above her hips and looked over her shoulder and smiled. He was pleased Meggie had not noticed the way he had angled the dresser so he could watch her bright red bottom moving up and down in the mirror. He knew he would tell her later and knew what she would do. She would blush and laugh and then hug him!

The End Copyright © JayTee 2002