Red Hot Sauna, a tale by JayTee

Simon came off the squash court, his face lighting up when he saw his wife, Meggie. She looked especially lovely, her cheeks glowing, a sheen of sweat on her face.

“Hello sweetheart,” he said, “everything OK? Good game?”

“Yes, fine,” she replied, “but Richard’s daughter has finally been taken in. I said we would close everything up and drop the keys through his letterbox tomorrow. That’s OK isn’t it?

Richard was the steward, caretaker, manager of the private health club of which Meggie and Simon were members. An ex senior officer Richard found dignity in any work he did. The towels, soaps, shower stores, sauna buckets were always immaculate and well stocked. The loos were cleaner than most people’s houses, the courts pristine. Everyone at the club knew he worked because he liked to have people around him, the salary was a pittance compared to his pension. Nothing escaped his notice and he was always there to offer sensible advice. His daughter was overdue in delivering her baby.

“Wow that’s great, I know she was overdue, let’s hope everything turns out fine. No problem for us to lock up, we are almost the last here anyway.”

For the next 20 minutes they wandered round the club, wishing the stragglers goodnight, tapping on the glass wall of a squash court to remind a couple of intense gladiators of the time. Finally the club was quiet, Simon locked the door and they went to the top floor, the bar area and began a methodical sweep of all the floors. Picking up discarded towels and putting them in the laundry baskets, turning off a dripping shower, a solitary badminton racket they put behind Richard’s desk so he could return it to the errant owner. When they came to the steam room, sauna and Jacuzzi area as Simon turned the steam room electric off Meggie said impulsively “There’s no one here, no one will mind, do you fancy a sauna?”

Simon needed barely half a second to think, “that is a good idea sweetheart, why not? I’ll go turn off the main lights everywhere else, just leave the night lights on.” He hurried off, knowing that apart from the front door there was no way to see into the building, it was a converted mill, all the windows bricked up, false windows with back lighting illuminating the interior. When he came back he heard Meggie in the shower, then saw she was nude. She smiled impishly.

“We ARE alone aren’t we? I filled the water bucket and put the Olbis oil by the door.” Simon wordlessly smiled, nodded, removed his clothing and joined Meggie in the communal showers. The club only had one sauna and the rule was bathing suits had to be worn for modesty’s sake. Simon enjoyed the sight as his wife arched her back and lifted her hands to sweep her wet hair behind her head, her breasts silhouetted, shaped like ski slopes, delicious. He was naïve enough not to realise Meggie enjoyed his gaze and was also drinking in the sight of his lean hard body. Hand in hand they walked into the sauna, feeling the heat hammer into their bodies, feeling their pores open. Meggie rolled a towel out on the top shelf and used another for a pillow. Simon sat near her feet, preferring his head to be higher where the most heat collected. He filled a dipper from the bucket, added a few drops of Olbis oil and scattered it on the hot stones. As the steam hit him he breathed shallowly and absorbed the heat, feeling the sweat beginning to trickle. He heard a sharp hiss from Meggie as the heat hit her. Looking down he saw she was laid feet together, arms by her side, breasts flattened by gravity, stomach a hollow. As he delighted in the vision she occasionally swept her hands over her breasts, flanks and thighs to remove the sweat collecting there. The innocence with which she stroked her luscious body was incredibly erotic to Simon.

After 12 or so minutes of quiet sweating during which her breathing became faster Meggie half rolled put her feet on the bottom shelf and climbed down. Putting her hand on Simon’s knee she said “I need to cool off, you stay a while,” knowing he had a greater tolerance of the heat. “OK sweetheart,” he murmured. It was another three or four minutes before Simon submitted to the heat and joined his wife. He found her seated outside the showers, a towel draped over her head and back, her elbows were resting on her wide spread knees, her head drooping, her breasts dangling and swaying invitingly, she looked up smiling. They had no inhibitions about their own bodies in private, but even Simon was struck by the abandon of the pose. As he walked into the shower his thoughts were half on their possible bedroom activities later. Meggie waited for him to finish his shower so she could cool off fully and they could go back together. This time Meggie lay face down on the bottom shelf, Simon took a similar position on the top shelf so he could look down at his wife. He never tired of admiring the long legs, narrow waist, always felt proud she had chosen him. He smiled as he saw that the sweat was pooling in the hollow at the small of her back. Reaching down he ran a single finger nail down her spine, then used his palm to sweep the liquid clear. He swept his hand down her back twice, clearing the sweat, then flicked his palm at her bottom to sweep her cheeks, he thought he heard a soft sigh, was sure he saw her hips rotate, so he did it again, this time certain.

“Hmmm you liked that? Ever been spanked in a sauna? Want to be?” He ran a palm slowly over her cheeks, feeling them clench and relax, trickled a finger along the cleft. Meggie rolled her head to one side, smiled into his eyes and said, “I thought you would never ask.” Simon rolled off the top shelf and conscious of the wooden shelving folded his towel in half then rolled half of it along its length. Taking hold of Meggie’s waist and hip he rolled her towards him, enjoying the soft resilience of her flesh, put the towel under her, rolled her over the bulge, and straightened the towel so she was laying on a softer surface. He stroked her back from her shoulders, over her pert buttocks, her thighs and calves, feeling the sweat gather in front of his hand, then flicking it clear. Her body felt soft yet firm, cool despite the heat. All of his senses were attuned to one thing now, this gorgeous woman he called his wife. Meggie sighed, closed her eyes and rested her face on her palms, wanting nothing to come between her and the sensations she knew were to come. Without even realising it her bottom wriggled from side to side and lifted slightly as if reaching for the feel of his palm. When she felt Simon’s hand rest on her left buttock she became still, emptying her mind, not even anticipating now, content to just enjoy whatever he offered.

Simon was mesmerized by the way his wife’s bare bottom was wriggling and offered so generously, he reached out and rested his hand on her left cheek, feeling her become still. He didn’t know how long his hand remained there but suddenly he was conscious of her waiting. He lifted his hand and smacked her bottom gently, using a sweeping sideways movement so her body was not pressed down onto the hard bench. He repeated this smacking movement fairly quickly, alternating between each lovely cheek, chuckling happily as he set up the most wonderful wobbling, her bum in the short space of time between each gentle smack moving about as though dancing for his delight. He knew he was not hurting Meggie at all, knew from past experience she would be feeling a gradual build up of heat in her bottom, a heat that would work deeper into her being as he continued. He began to smack when his hand returned as well, catching the lower half of her cheeks in one direction, and the firmer upper half of each tight buttock on the return. Conscious of every tiny detail Simon could feel the dampness beneath his palm, the sound of the spanking was subtly different, a wet slap rather than the usual crisp snap. He could see the sweat flying as his hand continued to beat a rapid gentle tattoo on his wife’s perfectly positioned bottom. How long he continued he had no idea, but he realised his wife had remained perfectly still apart from the involuntary dancing cheeks and a slight curling of her toes. He slowed his spanking and stopped, but continued to caress Meggie’s delicious orbs, running his hand all over them, occasionally along her thighs and back along her inner thighs. He saw Meggie’s eyes open, saw her slow sultry smile, knew he had pleased her, felt his heart swell, but still asked, “Ok my love? Ready for a little more? I want to spank a little harder if I may?”

As her husband began to spank her Meggie let her body transmit the message of heat without thought. For her there was no submission of will, it was a surrendering to pure sensation. She thought of nothing because all she had to do was feel the heat, feel the wobbling of her cheeks, hear the impact, enjoy the sensation. Only once had she ever “submitted” to a proper firm spanking, and that had been at her request to deal with some frustrations she had allowed to trespass from work into their private lives. For her spankings were a shared gift, his to her, hers to him. When she felt her husband’s firm palm beginning to stimulate the top of her cheeks as well as the lower half she sighed with contentment, feeling the heat being generated over a larger area, intensifying more quickly, penetrating deeper into her. As the heat built she curled her toes, but other than that remained still. She wanted to rub herself against the coarse towel but a part of her mind commanded her not to in case Simon read the movement as a signal to stop. Even the spray from her own sweat, sent flying by each wonderful impact excited her, increased her awareness. Gradually the whole of her bottom became warm with that glorious heat. It was only when she felt her husband’s hand between her legs, caressing her thighs that she realised he had stopped spanking her some little while ago and had merely been caressing her cheeks. Slowly she forced her eyes open and smiled her love at him. She heard his words, knew he was aware of her needs, knew a nod would suffice, but wanted to do more than that, wanted to share with him, re affirm that she shared this passion with him. “Yes please,” she whispered, “I want you to make my bottom as hot as this sauna.” With that she rested her head on her palms again, closed her eyes, still smiling, waiting, and knowing she wouldn’t have to wait long.

Hearing his wife’s words Simon nodded, and with an almost comical look of concentration ran a finger along the cleft of Meggie’s bottom. He ran his hand between her thighs to her knees, then lifted it and slapped at the lower half of her right cheek with his right hand, then the upper half, repeating the action on her left cheek. The action had a little more downward movement, dug deeper into her buttock muscles, his hand moved faster. He felt the sting in his palm, but knew that Meggie’s bottom was already warm so the pain would be transmuted to that heat she craved. He enjoyed the louder wet splat as his hand made contact, loved the way her cheeks flattened beneath his palm, loving the fine spray of sweat flying from her. Simon made the cadence of these firmer slaps slower than before, giving Meggie time to absorb the sting each time, letting her enjoy the gradual crescendo of heat that must be spreading inside her. He was so finely tuned he even noticed a slight bunching of the towel beneath her as his slaps moved her groin about on the towel, suspected she might be accentuating that movement, loved her for that too. To him Meggie never looked so beautiful as she did when he was spanking her freely offered bare bottom. A dozen times he must have raised his hand to each cheek, 24 slaps to each side, yet Meggie showed no signs of wanting him to stop. He did notice however her ribs were heaving now and was vaguely aware of the effect the heat of the sauna was having on him. The passion of the moment had hidden this from them. Even in the dim light of the sauna he could tell her cheeks were more flushed than the rest of her naked body. He stopped, leaned down and kissed each sweet orb in turn, licked some sweat from the small of her back, smiled and murmured, “I think we need a shower sweetheart.” He felt his wife stir, looked up to see she had raised her head slightly and opened her eyes. Her eyes were unfocused, staring at something far away, possibly another universe. She seemed to shake herself, smiled into his very soul and nodded, “yes you are right, we should get out of here before I collapse.” Simon was immediately concerned and helped her from the sauna, flicking the master switch to OFF as they left. When he led her into the light and saw how red and flushed her body was, how much redder her bottom was, he was mortified he might have caused her real harm or pain. “I am so sorry sweetheart,” he said, supporting her by her upper arms, ignoring the sight of her naked body for now, just concerned. “I was stupid I am so sorry, are you alright?”

When Meggie felt the first slap on her lower buttock she stifled a gasp, by the time the second slap arrived she had already assimilated the new level of sting. Her mind seemed to be drifting free of her body. The pain was incidental to her pleasure, as each stinging slap arrived she felt the pain as increased heat, a heat that suffused her whole lower torso, from her lower stomach to groin. Meggie had no idea how many times her husband bestowed his delicious gift, she just new she was adrift on a sea of pain/pleasure. She knew her bottom was hurting but didn’t really feel it. Instinctively she used the force of Simon’s slaps to gently grind her groin into the towel covering the hard surface. Whether it was the heat, the blood being drawn to her lower body, a combination of both, Meggie had no idea, she just knew vaguely that she was becoming more light headed. When the spanking stopped Meggie wasn’t aware of it, she was still in another place. When Simon spoke she seemed to take an age to return and answer him. As she was helped from the sauna and the cool fresh air hit her she became aware of the stinging in her bottom, her cheeks felt as though a wonderful fire had been lit. Rather than regretting the pain she revelled in it, was proud she could share such an intense experience with her beloved. Meggie heard the concern in Simon’s voice and forced herself to focus on his words.

Meggie reached up with a single finger to touch his lips and silence his protestations. “Shush, shush my love,” she said. “I am fine, I am a big strong girl you know, I can take a spanking you know, in fact I loved it. I will be even better after a cold shower.” With that she led Simon through to the shower room. When she caught sight of herself in the mirror at one end of the room she hesitated, she could see her own rear in the mirror at the other end. She looked over her shoulder to confirm what she saw. Her bare cheeks were so red it looked almost as though she had on a pair of bikini bottoms. The colour was lined almost exactly with the creases at the tops of her thighs. “Ooohh wow look at that, you made my bottom so red. I bet you enjoyed that didn’t you? I certainly did! And I hope we haven’t finished yet!” With that she led Simon into the showers, heading for the corner. She turned the last two showers to cold on one wall, the first two on the next and directed the two nozzles to intersect. She held her face up to the freezing spray, pushed her hair back and turned to face Simon who was under the other two sprays. Meggie felt the spray hitting the back of her head and shoulders, cold rivulets running down her back and onto her buttocks. She half stepped forward so the deluge landed directly on her lower back and bare cheeks. Then Meggie slowly rotated cooling her whole body, the coolness mingling with the stinging of her bottom in a wonderful combination. Eventually she turned off one shower and pointed the one furthest from the corner straight down and positioned herself under it, facing the wall. Putting her hands about three feet apart on the wall at breast height Meggie “walked” back till her hands were at the same height as her shoulders. This had the effect of arching her back, making her bottom prominent, she spread her legs to the same span as her hands. The cold stream was landing on her back, trickling down her ribs to her breasts, trickling between her legs. Meggie looked across at Simon who was staring at her with naked lust and love in his eyes. “Well? Are you going to finish my spanking, warm my bottom again? Please dear, whatever you want, I can always say stop if it hurts too much.” Meggie moved her hips forward slightly, arched her back more as she tried to thrust her bottom out further, knowing how wanton she was being, not caring, wanting to please her beloved husband as he in turn would please and pleasure her. She turned her head to face the wall again, having said her piece, content now to trust Simon.

When Meggie shushed him Simon felt as he always did, like a child admonished and comforted. He accepted her wisdom and let the concern slip away, after all he had total trust in his wife’s instincts. As he was led into the showers his gaze was almost glued to Meggie’s glowing rear. When she saw herself in the mirrors and exclaimed her pleasure he began to feel proud of his ability to please her. His lust returned, and he eagerly joined her in the showers, feeling his blood cooling under the ice cold streams. When Meggie pirouetted he ran his eyes up and down her body lustfully, knowing she was parading for him. His mind went into overload when she leaned against the wall and offered her bottom so generously, his gaze lingered on her bottom, her dangling breasts, her nipples hardened both by lust and the cold water. Tentatively he stepped forward to reach out with his left hand to cup first one breast then the other, amazed to find the tip of the cone was hard, the nipples were harder and more erect than he ever remembered, he felt her shudder at his touch. He transferred his hand to the small of Meggie’s back, his right hand he gently rubbed against Meggie’s taught buttocks. He felt the cold shower cascading, felt as though he could feel each individual drop. He saw that his wife’s spread legs had exposed everything to him, nothing was hidden, she was sharing all of herself, body and soul. Feeling as though he was worshipping at an alter dedicated to the gods of spanking he raised his right hand and brought it down sharply on the top of Maggie’s right cheek, seeing it turn white as it flattened beneath his hand. Immediately the blood rushed in to deepen the already deep red hue. He saw her thrust her crutch toward the wall as she made a sharp intake of breath. Almost immediately her bottom was thrust back out towards him as he heard her gasp softly ‘Yes!’ Succumbing now to the moment Simon raised his hand and brought it down equally firmly on the top of her left cheek. The effect was the same, her cheek flattened, turned white then red, a quick thrust away from his hand with a sharp intake of breath, a fast return to her position of choice, an almost silent gasp of ‘yes!’ Transferring his aim to the middle of her right cheek then left cheek then the lower parts Simon continued to spank his wife firmly. Her heels he saw were lifting slightly when he caught her lower bottom. He knew she must be feeling very real pain now but also knew she wouldn’t be aware of it, she would be as lost as he in the passion of the moment. Each time his hand descended through the icy spray the effect was the same. The cheek flattened, turned white then red, thrust forward and back, her gasps of yes now a litany of supplication. Three times he bestowed his gift on each beautifully offered sweet cheek, 18 firm slaps in total. Simon only stopped because he realised even in the throes of passion if he continued much more there was a real danger of some slight bruising. He stopped and kneeled behind his wife, the water bouncing from her onto him, kissing each cheek in turn, giving thanks for her gift. “Enough sweetheart? Enough?” He whispered.

Bent over, feeling the cold water, Meggie’s mind was already retreating to that non-pain place where she could feel only heat and need and want. She felt her breasts cupped in turn, knew her body shuddered, felt Simon’s hands on her back and bottom, felt her mind soar as she prepared for their bonding. When she felt his hand removed she was ready, god was she ready. The blow landed and she felt her body react, thrusting forward away, then back, begging for another gift. She knew it had hurt but it had not. If he had slapped twice as hard she would still have loved him for it. The pain was working deeper into her being with each hard slap, each a gift of fuel for her passion. As her hips thrust backwards and forwards she felt the gap between her legs opening and closing, knew again there were no barriers between them. Her sharp gasps of pain/pleasure became her chant in celebration of this most intimate of acts. The fire in her bottom increased exponentially, but so did the fire inside her, she felt as though she must be burning inside like a volcano. As his hand landed time after time Meggie truly became lost, she was hardly aware of it when he stopped spanking her, it was only when she noticed the passion had peaked and was not increasing she focussed and understood his words. For a few moments she remained bent over, letting the heat and feelings sweep through her as unbridled passion. Eventually she felt the chill of the water and knew her body was cooled now, all except that deliciously hot place that was her bottom. Almost reluctantly Meggie straightened, only now feeling the very real stinging in her cheeks. Her muscles were slightly stiff. As Simon stood she bent from the waist, touching her toes to stretch her muscles. She knew Simon would watch and enjoy the sight, was proud she could offer him this small extra pleasure. As she stood she ran her hands slowly down her bottom, feeling nothing but smooth flesh and heat. “Mmmmm thanks sweetie,” she murmured, that was wonderful. “I feel so sexy now, err shall we make love in the Jacuzzi? Can we?” She smiled as his face lit up with delight and he replied “Of course we can sweetheart, I will turn it on.”

Suddenly aware of dryness in her throat and a raging thirst Meggie said “You do that, I’ll go fetch some cold juice, be right back.” She felt Simon’s gaze on her till she turned the corner out of the shower, knew she was swaying her hips more than was strictly necessary. She heard the switch being thrown to turn on the Jacuzzi as she pressed buttons on the machine and retrieved two cold cans. As she walked back to the Jacuzzi area she couldn’t resist running the cold cans over her hot stinging cheeks, she saw Simon smiling at her as he stepped into the Jacuzzi just as it started to bubble. Meggie felt no shame or embarrassment, she merely grinned at him. “Ok, I know, but you did warm me up good and proper.” She was rewarded by a smile of love. When she got to the Jacuzzi she put a can on the table and popped the other, drank half and offered the can to Simon, feeling the liquid being absorbed into her dehydrated systems. Whilst Simon drank, Meggie turned and holding the safety rail took the two steps down onto the base of the now fiercely agitated Jacuzzi pool. She put her hands flat on the edge, once again bending over, offering her bare, hot bottom to Simon. She smiled and said “it still stings, it’s fiery hot but I want the feeling to last all through our love making, please sweetheart, do this for me, I really do want this.” With that Meggie looked down at a tile between her hands, content and sure in the absolute belief he would trust her and do as she asked.

Simon watched Meggie walk away for the juice, eyes fixed on her bottom, red and glowing like a beacon of love. He trod on the floor button to activate the Jacuzzi and climbed into the tub. When Meggie returned he watched closely, grinning when she ran the cold cans up and down her buttocks, laughing at her explanation. He enjoyed the movement of her breasts, stomach and throat as she swallowed her juice, accepted the can gratefully and then his gaze narrowed and he concentrated as his wife climbed down into the Jacuzzi. Her red bottom to him looked glorious, he was so amazed and proud that they could share this. He also checked carefully that he had reddened her cheek and not bruised them. His body was so lost in lust he was on the edge of pain. When Meggie turned and bent over again he was startled, couldn’t believe she still wanted more fuel for her passion. He heard her words and knew he would do anything for this wonderful woman he had married. Standing he realised because of the shape of the tub he had to be almost directly behind her, everything was exposed for his pleasure and delight. Gently he used his left hand on her hip to ease Meggie sideways, seeing her right hand stay flat on the tiles, her left sliding to the leading edge. Simon raised his right hand and brought it down swiftly and sharply, moving his left hand from Meggies hip just before the sharp impact. The sound was like a wet rifle shot, he heard Meggie gasp, saw her right cheek turn white as it flattened, saw her half rise, and quickly bend over again. His heart swelled with love at her brave and generous nature. He eased her back with his hand on her hip again and swung his right hand again, this time targeting the left buttock. The effect was the same, the same wet sounding crack, the flattening, and the colour. Meggie again lifted but this time not as far, but again she involuntarily shifted straight again. Simon adjusted her position twice more, each time enthralled by the sound, the sight, the colours. The third hard slap had elicited a sharper gasp from Meggie, the fourth time Meggie stood all the way up gasping “enough sweetie, enough” as she rubbed rapidly at her bottom. Simon immediately stepped away, giving her room to turn, smiling when he saw the look on her face, like the cat that got ALL the cream. How it happened Simon wasn’t quite sure but as he reached for her, Meggie seemed to slip into his arms and he was seated in the Jacuzzi with Meggie astride him. She kissed him slowly, looked into his eyes and whispered, “thank you darling, for loving me.”

When Meggie had bent over in the Jacuzzi for her husband’s ministrations she was excited, knowing love making was going to happen soon, wanting to feel the heat all the time. She offered her bottom eagerly and when she felt Simon’s hand on her hip guiding her she instinctively positioned herself for him. When the slap landed she could not prevent the gasp that escaped her lips, or her involuntary movement. This was harder than she had expected, but she hoped Simon would not misinterpret her movement, she gloried in the new heat the extra sting induced, she willingly resumed her position, adjusting it again as directed by his hand on her hip. Each smack now drove the heat deeper, Meggie gasped each time, felt the pain even through the ecstasy, she wanted more, she wanted to make love, she accepted, offered, shared two more wonderful gifts and stood up, whispering her satisfaction, wanting now to quench that other raging need. She loved the pain/sting/heat/pleasure but without thinking vigorously rubbed her flaming cheeks. Meggie felt so right, so complete when she found herself in her husband’s arms, straddling him. It seemed so natural to kiss him and thank him for his love. Meggie saw him smile, heard his reply “thank you, for your love ………. my love,.”

Meggie smiled dreamily and closed her eyes as she heard his voice say love the first time, when he said love for the second time she was lowering herself onto him.

The End © JayTee 2002