copyright Sensualspanker 2000

The Dinner Party

It was the dinner part from hell. The guests were totally incompatible and the meal was eaten between long silences - and to make it worse the host and hostess, Piers and Paula, were sniping at each other all evening. Paula in particular was being a right B I T C H. After the dessert, Piers went out to make coffee, and Paula followed him out to the kitchen, but because the guests were in another silent spell, we could all hear exactly what was going on.

Paula was berating Piers for various inadequacies and eventually he could take no more and we all heard a thwack - sounded like a hand applied heavily to a bottom. Then we heard Paula yell (well we could hardly do otherwise given the volume of the sound) at Piers and Piers mutter something (rather more quietly) in return. We heard Paula's response alright though. "You wouldn't fucking dare!"

"I bloody would" said Piers

"You're too pathetic" was the response to that.

Next we heard something like a struggle and Piers pulled Paula out of the kitchen into the dining room.

"I'm sorry this evening has been such a disaster" he said. "But to make up for it you're about to witness the cabaret. My wife has dared me to spank her in front of all of you and I'm about to do so."

Paula blanched and struggled - "Piers ... you can't"

"Tonight, Paula, you've carried things too far. You've dared me and I'm going to do it" so saying he sat down on a chair and pulled Paula across his lap. "And I'm going to do it on your bare bottom as he hoicked her dress up over her back. What we then saw was that Paula was wearing stockings and a garter belt, but no panties. Paul obviously was aware of that. We guests didn't know where to look, but our eyes were inexorably drawn back to the scene unfolding in front of us.

Paula kicked and struggled, but Piers was extremely strong and wedged her between his legs. We noticed he'd brought a large wooden spoon from the kitchen and he started applying it to Paula's bottom very hard and very fast.

We watched Paula's bottom turn from ivory white , to pink, to vivid red and then scarlet with purple patches. After about 50 spanks Piers stopped and Paula lay sobbing over his lap.

"Piers, I'm so sorry" she sobbed, and got up oblivious to the fact that we all caught a glimpse of her shaven pussy and kissed Piers full on the lips and almost entwinred herself around him. It was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen.

"I'm sorry. The party appears to be over. I need to take Paula upstairs and cool her down a little. Do help yourselves to coffee and another drink if you like. I shouldn't be too long.

Well it was probably the best part of three quarters of an hour before Piers re-appeared. The other four guests left immediately, very embarrassed by the whole affair. Charles and I didn't like to go without saying goodbye to our hosts so we stayed and had a coffee.

"Wow" said Charles. "That was quite a spanking".

"I know" I said. I didn't tell Charles that I was just about dripping between my legs I'd found the whole thing so sexy. In fact the arousal was made even worse by what we could hear from upstairs as Piers ‘cooled' Paula down. They'd been in too much of a hurry to close the bedroom door; their bed creaked noisily and Paula was an extremely noisy lover - the kind you hate to have in the next hotel room to you. She must have come three or four times by the sound of it.

As everyone else had left and I was so aroused I hugged Paul and kissed him. I could feel he was aroused as well and felt for his cock with my left hand. It was standing out from his trousers.

"Didn't know you'd get so turned on by the fair Paula flashing her shaved pussy at you" I said.

"No it wasn't just that. It was the whole spanking thing - and now listen to what's going on" Charles almost blushed. "It certainly seems to spice up their sex life"

That was really a barbed comment. Our sex life had been none to brilliant for a couple of years. I think a lot of it was reticence on both our parts in that neither would tell the other what we wanted in case we'd shock each other and harm the relationship. But, from Piers and Paula's actions we both became aware that the other was turned on by spanking.

Me, for my part, had been spanked by my mother when I was a young girl and had been naughty - which was frequently. Usually she handspanked me, but sometimes with a flat butter paddle which stung like crazy, and when I was particularly bad she used a big long handled wooden clothesbrush which always left me bawling my eyes out and very sore for a couple of days. However the last time I was spanked was when I was thirteen - and somehow I had come to miss it ever since. Recently I'd been having fantasies about being spanked again - but this time by a strong man. Piers and Paula had virtually played out my own fantasy in front of my eyes.

But that Charles might be interested in spanking as well put a whole new complexion on our relationship.

"Charles. Did that spanking really excite you?"

He blushed and nodded.

"It excited me too" I said. "Would you do that to me one day - but in private, not in front of guests" I said smiling.

Charles looked a little taken aback I kissed him hard as I said it, forcing my body against his.

"When?" he said.

"Take me home now!" I said smiling and thrusting my pussy even harder against his erect penis, otherwise we're going to have to fuck right here.

"Unladylike language like that deserves a good spanking" said Charles with a wicked grin on his face as we walked to the door and shouted goodbye to Piers and Paula upstairs.

Well home was only three houses away. Unfortunately for me Charles found that long handled clothesbrush that my mother had used on me, and that I had kept as a memento. He used it to good effect.

"That'll teach you to use such bad language" he said as we made love, my bottom throbbing.

God what an orgasm - the best for years. As I hugged him tight afterwards I whispered in his ear - "Fuck, fuck, fuck". He smiled and picked up the clothesbrush.