Lizzie's awakening

Let me tell you about myself first - and then I'll explain what happened that turned me on to being spanked. My name is Elizabeth - Lizzie to my friends - and I run a small intimate B&B on the edge of the Peak District in Derbyshire. I run the B&B to try and help make ends meet as my husband is away a lot, in the Merchant Marine and is not that good at making sure I am provided for. I keep chickens as well and sell eggs to the hotel just down the road. When I say a small intimate B&B, I only let out a maximum of three rooms, and while I'm kept pretty busy through the summer months, business can be pretty slow at other times. Sometimes the hotel sends people to me if they are full, but with foot and mouth and all that even the summer business was poor this year.

It was a mid-September day when Charles came to stay at the B&B for a couple of nights. He was the only guest and I was alone in the house as my husband was at sea. He was a charming gentleman. Probably about 50, well spoken - rather sexy in a refined sort of way and as for his eyes - they were the deepest blue I'd ever seen. I have to say that when I looked into them I felt a strange tingle between my legs - well my husband had been away some time. I actually stammered a little when I spoke to him, but as I say he was absolutely charming.

That evening he went over to the hotel for a meal - I left him a key to let himself back in, but I couldn't help thinking about him while he was out. I'm quite an attractive woman - I've taken care of myself - and for the first time ever while I'd been running the B&B I decided to put some temptation in a guest's way - purely experimental of course. I wasn't going to go too far - I wanted to see how he'd react. Well that's what I told myself anyway.

Anyway I put on a sexy short nightie and a house coat which I left unbuttoned down the front so that he could get a flash of my cleavage and my rather nice legs. The nightie was long enough to cover my now twitching pussy, but not by very much.

I heard him coming back from his meal at the hotel and put my plan into action. As I heard the key turn in the lock, I came out of my room on the pretext of checking what time he wanted breakfast and what he would like to eat. I prided myself on the standard of the breakfasts I served. Fresh new laid eggs, locally cured bacon, sausages, black pudding, fried bread, fried tomato - the works.

He wasn't fooled for a moment. He knew what I wanted as soon as I stammered out my dubious reason for coming out to see him so scantily attired.

"Well, well Elizabeth" he said. "An attractive lady like you should be a little more circumspect in front of your guests, or you may get surprised - or then perhaps.."

He paused and looked into my eyes and smiled and I went weak at the knees "..you may want to get surprised."

"I don't know what you mean sir" I tried to say demurely but found myself stammering again - and blushed right down to my breasts.

He placed his hands on my shoulders and looked deep into my eyes. "Well, I will surprise you. I think such audacity deserves a little punishment. Don't you?"

All I could stammer out was "Yes sir" although I didn't know what he meant by punishment. It sort of went over my head.

He took me by the hand and led me into his room. I could hardly walk, my knees were so shaky. I'd only ever been unfaithful to my husband once and that was a time when I'd had far too much to drink which somehow helped me expunge any guilt feelings from my mind. I wasn't really there so it didn't count. But this time I was most definitely there.

He sensed my nervousness. "I assume you don't do this very often?" he asked. "No sir, never before" I stammered.

"Well that makes you a wicked lady" he said with a broad smile on his face. "And do you know what happens to wicked ladies?"

I shook my head. I suppose a question like that should have scared me, but somehow it didn't. It just made me wet.

"Well I'm going to show you. They get their bottoms spanked until they are sorry, and then they get their pussies spanked and massaged until they come over and over again and then when they can take no more they get well and truly fucked"

I gasped - somehow the thought of being spanked, something that hadn't happened to me since I was about 11 - sent a strange thrill through me. The idea of my sensitive pussy being spanked was also exciting and then somehow his using the word 'fuck', being such a gentleman, was even more exciting. My puss was positively dripping by now. I don't think I had ever been so aroused.

He closed the door behind me and still holding me by the hand drew me over to the bed. He sat down and pulled me across his knee. I could feel his hard cock pressing into me. I was scared and excited at the same time. He made me feel like a little girl - but with big girl desires.

He slowly eased my housecoat up leaving my bottom barely covered by my nightie - and that wasn't for long, as he lifted that up too. I shuddered as he gently rubbed my bottom and cried out as his fingers probed between my legs and touched me on my dripping clit. I was so aroused that I came almost immediately. I suppose on a man that would be premature ejaculation, but I didn't care. I knew I could come two or three times in a session with the right stimulation - although I think that had only ever happened twice.

"That was quick" he said, "But I think before tonight is through you'll manage an awful lot more of those. But now down to your punishment.

He then proceeded to spank me, gently at first, alternating from cheek to cheek. That felt so good. And then he spanked harder and harder until I started kicking my legs and trying to protect myself with my hand as my bottom became sorer and sorer. I could feel it getting so hot. And all the time he was interspersing the spanks with more massage of my puss - enough to bring me to the point of comming, but never quite getting there.

"I'd take your hand away young lady if I was you" he said. I suppose I must have ignored him as he stopped spanking me and made me stand up.

"You will find it pays to obey me" he said. "Now you are going to be spanked naked and with my hairbrush, but while I'm getting that take your housecoat and nightie off and go and stand in the corner". I hesitated. Somehow being naked in front of this man I'd only met that day was perhaps more than my sheltered upbringing could come to terms with.

"I really wouldn't hesitate any longer" he said, and somehow his tone impressed me enough to do as I was told and I stripped in front of him and stood in the corner as directed.

I heard him rustling around in his case and then he called me over to him. I turned round and walked towards him. I didn't know whether to cover myself up in some way as he looked me up and down, but modesty was long since past. I was thrilled by his appreciative look. I knew I had nice breasts and I could see his eyes linger on them. He pulled me towards him and nuzzled my neck as he fondled my breasts. My nipples went hard as rocks under his touch. They'd always been sensitive - somehow they seemed to have a direct nerve connection with my puss and as he gently squeezed them I shuddered and gasped with the pleasure. He ran his hand down between my legs again and pushed me onto the bed, on my back, legs apart and fondled my breasts and puss until I came again� and then again .. and then again. I'd never felt anything like it. Each orgasm seemed to exceed the previous one in intensity.

"I think you're enjoying yourself a little too much" he said with a wicked grin. "Now you will find it pays to do exactly as I tell you".

He pulled me up and put me over his knee again. I saw him pick up his hairbrush - a wicked piece of polished wood with a long handle. It wasn't a hairbrush at all, but one of those long handled clothes brushes. The though of him using that on my bottom scared me - and somehow excited me too. But then everything about this encounter was both exciting and scary.

"I'm going to give you twenty with this - ten on each side, and I advise you to keep your hands to yourself. If you try and protect yourself again you'll get even more"

Well I heeded his warning, but I don't know how I managed to. He brought the hairbrush down hard on my poor bottom over and over again. I kicked and cried and yelled - but I didn't dare put my hand over my bottom. I just couldn't take any more.

Suddenly the spanking was over. He pulled me to my feet and I just stood there with tears in my eyes. He brushed my hair back and kissed me gently. "All over now" he said as he again squeezed my nipples, and at the same time guiding my hand down to massage his erect member. God I wanted that inside me so badly. I undid his belt and his trousers and felt them drop to the floor. His penis felt so hard through his underpants. I eased them down too and his cock sprung out. It felt so great in my hands. I slid down his body and took it in my mouth. I'd always felt uneasy about oral sex beforehand, but somehow I just wanted to do that to him. I wanted to please him. It tasted salty as I licked it and massaged his balls. I heard him sigh as he clasped my head to him.

And then he pulled my head away. "Too soon for me to come" he said - we've got to pay a little more attentiion to you yet.

He pushed me back on the bed, stripped off the rest of his clothes and lay down beside me. More nipple nirvana and pussy pleasure as he stroked and massaged and played and kissed me all over. I think I came another four times, but honestly I'd lost count by then. I didn't know I was capable of achieving such pleasure.

"Pleasure and pain are a complex mixture" he said "and you have more of both coming to you yet". I didn't know if I could take any more of either at that stage, but I was putty in his hands. I think by that time I'd have done anything for him he had made me feel so good.

"I promised you a pussy spanking" he said - "and that's what you're going to get next. Your pussy's enjoyed itself far too much so far."

He pushed me back and pulled my legs wide apart so I was incredibly exposed. He reached down beside him and picked up what I saw to be a wooden kitchen spoon.

"This could have been designed for the purpose" he said and rubbed it up and down my pussy. I lay there enjoying the sensation. Every nerve end was tingling. Everything else he'd done had been so good despite the pain - was this to be different. He raised the spoon and brought it down on my puss - not hard, but even so a different kind of sharp pain shot through me followed by a glowing in my pussy. He rubbed some more and spanked again. He repeated this about five times. What a sensation! Such pain and such ecstasy at the same time. He stroked the wooden spoon up my body and gave me a couple of sharp slaps on the nipples with it - more exquisite pain - and then put it down and kissed each nipple gently. He then kissed down my body towards my pussy, climbed down between my legs and kissed and licked my pussy area - what a sensation. He somehow managed tto suck my clit into his mouth where he played it with his tongue. Heaven on earth. I orgasmed again and again.

He slid up over my body kissing me everywhere again until he came to my lips. He kissed me hard, tongue on tongue and I could feel his penis hard against me. He sat up and undid a condom package and pulled the rubber on and then entered me slowly in and out. He played with me bringing me to new heights, now just massaging the clit with his penis, then driving it right in. He lifted my legs up straight into the air so they rested on his shoulders and went in deep and long. I came and then came again immediately. He started moving faster. I was fascinated as I watched his face contort. I knew he was coming. The thought made me reach orgasm yet again as he shuddered and jolted inside me. I could even feel him ejaculate through the condom. He collapsed spent next to me.

We lay in each other's arms cuddling and caressing for what seemed like an age. Eventually I left - somehow I felt he needed his peace from me. I knew he had work to do in the morning and I went to sleep in my own bed, although sleep was fitful. My warm bottom and tingling puss kept me half awake the feeling bringing me pleasure throughout the night.

I knew he wanted waking at seven. I was up at six and showered and went to him naked at the appointed hour. He was still asleep. I lifted the bedclothes and snuggled in beside him again and woke him the best way I knew - with my mouth around his cock, which rrapidly hardened. This time he didn't stop me. It was my turn to repay some of the pleasure of the night before - and he was still booked in for anotherr night. Good customer service always gets repaid in the end.