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In the room we shucked our jackets and stood together for more kissing and gasping as he unhooked my bra and massaged my breasts. By the time the bellhop arrived with the chair my bra was up to my neck and my knees were shaking. I had to hold my previously discarded jacket in front of me as the young man placed the chair in the middle of the room.
Damn the British and their cavalier attitude. He felt the need to explain why he put it there. "This will give you plenty of room gov'ner. She can kick her legs and not worry about hitting any of the other furniture. There's also a nice design of the rug right where her face will be so she has something to look at between spanks. Of course, if you're left handed you can turn it the other way. Good evenin Ma'am. Nigel said you had a nice bum and I have to say, he got that one right. Don't worry about expressing yourself none, these walls is plenty thick so you won't be botherin any of the other guests. My missus loves a good spanking too but she can be noisy about it. Is there anything else I can get for you. We have a nice collection of paddles, straps and the like. You can move that little end table next to the chair and it will hold whatever while you warm her up with your hand. If you want to use a cane she can lean over the arm of the divan but I recommend the exercise room. You have more room to swing and it has better soundproofing. Lord knows, the ladies can screech under the cane."
What in the world happened to privacy? Did everyone who worked in this hotel know I was going to get spanked and want to offer their opinions on the subject? Why didn't I slap both their faces and slam the door after I haughtily retreated to the sanctuary of my room? And the most curious thing of all is why did the humiliation of being the subject of this conversation make me want Brett's spanking even more? The answer is "I don't know" to all these questions but it was the last that made me want the bellhop to leave the most.
At last we were alone and I briefly considered returning to Brett's arms but there was something we had to do before we shared the gentle groping and caressing of each other's bodies. Silently, I dropped the jacket and slid my bra down my arms. As Brett sat in the hotel's most suitable chair the rest of my clothes joined the pile at my feet. No, that's not true. I was down to wearing only my panties when Brett asked me to leave them on so he could take them off as the final preparation for my spanking. I felt even more naked. My most private parts were covered but my old-fashioned upbringing said a man should never see you in your underwear except for the fleeting moments between the previously mentioned garment and total nudity prior to sex. In this case things were a little different. When he finished the job of undressing me it would not be for sex. At least, not right away. I took a deep breath and made another thousand mile journey to his side.
I took his hand and kissed the palm that was going to spank me before moving it to the waistband of my panties. I swallowed and gathered all the bravado I could as I said, "Please take these off and spank me." There I said it again and I realized I truly meant it.
As he slid them down and off my feet he patted his lap and assisted me in placing me. I don't remember if the pattern on the rug was interesting or not. I was sort of preoccupied with the anxiety and erotic excitement of being over his lap and feeling deliciously helpless. Once he had me positioned the way he wanted he reminded me that I was there voluntarily and while he expected me to cry out as the spanking progressed I could call a halt to it at any time. He gave me a special word so he would know when I really had enough and with a final warning that he was going to make this my first truly proper spanking he punctuated it with a swat as hard as the final dozen before dinner.
I gasped and a few seconds later number two arrived. After about six of these he slowed the pace. Each one was hard and the sting was rapidly rising out of that category but he gave me plenty of time to appreciate each one. He was also giving me the opportunity of gathering my wits and saying the magic word before the next time my rear end exploded. Gradually my Oofs and Ohs turned into Ouches and I was embarrassed the first time I actually cried. He waited a little longer until the next swat and now that this barrier had been broken I felt safe in expressing how much it hurt without receiving any mercy on the next stroke. I was accepting his spanking and through the pain was the security of giving myself to him totally. He was completely in control and every sharp pang was quickly making it's way to add to the heat building in the rest of my body. The tears were flowing and I was leaking at both ends.
Just when I thought I had reached my limit the spanking stopped. He rubbed my flaming skin and since my legs were wide open, took the invitation to let his fingers explore the other result of his efforts. I finally understood what he had been telling me all these years. A well-spanked woman is a horny woman and when I slid off his lap I almost ripped the clothes off him.
Well, so much for our first intercourse being a slow and lengthy process. As soon as I threw his silk boxer shorts across the room he was on me and I welcomed his immediate entry. After that it was no holds barred and we attacked each other ferociously. I had never made love so violently and vigorously and he couldn't slam into me any harder and faster. Nope, nothing gentle about it and neither one of us wanted it any other way. The hours of waiting paid off in only a few minutes but they were wonderful minutes.
Call us slobs if you like but we left our clothes right there in the sitting room and he carried me to his bed. I was pleasantly surprised that a man his age could engage in that activity twice more before we fell asleep but for me it was a lot more than that. As he was recovering between bouts his lips, tongue, teeth and fingers kept this lady very happy. The top of my head blew off so many times I thought I was going to die or that I had and was already in heaven.
When I woke up the next morning I realized it was the first time I slept with a man and I'm not using that as a common euphemism for sex. I had spent the night wrapped in his arms and decided I could grow to like it. I slipped out of bed and after a quick trip to my bathroom put my robe on and went back to the sitting room to gather my clothes. I looked at his scatter where I threw them and felt like crying. It had been so wonderful. I was definitely turned on to spanking and the subsequent sex, No, make that making love. It was much better than just sex and was the best I ever had. What would happen now. He had his fun and now what? How could I sit next to him in the conference after last night? Chalk one up for the Mighty Brett. Another silly girl gave him a willing bottom to spank. Damn him. I may as well pack and see if I can change the plane ticket. The hotel staff is so damn efficient about seeing that someone gets spanked properly let's see if they can handle a change in travel plans.
I had worked myself into such a state that I didn't notice when he came into the room or hear him as he came up behind me. I jumped when I felt his arms engulf me and spun around. I opened my mouth to tell him what I thought of him and his fancy tuxedo and his big massive hands and his big massive...
That was as far as I got before my tongue was busy wrestling with his and while my head was spinning he did the same trick of getting the robe off me before I knew it. As my body pressed against his I ascertained two important facts.
1) He was naked also. 2) Part of him was poking into my thigh 3) He was rubbing my breasts in a most delight manner 4) I had forgotten how to count
He stroked my hair and said, "You look like a mess but a beautiful mess. Come back to bed with me."
Can you imagine the nerve of that guy? Asking me to go to bed with him after I had done such a fine job of convincing myself that I was just a one-night stand. And speaking of standing, that was getting very difficult. I've got to get a new pair of knees. Luckily I didn't need them as he carried me back to his room and.
Let's just say we missed the first session of the conference that morning and I ascertained two important facts.
1) He didn't need to spank a woman to get her or him in the mood for fantastic sex.
Although we were careful to keep our hands off each other during the meetings we took every opportunity to let our fingers touch. At lunchtime we grabbed a quick bite to eat and then to our room for the quickie he was reluctant to try the day before.
We skipped the last meeting to go shopping. He wanted to go out for dinner and dancing and I needed something special to wear. The dress I chose was beautiful. It was not like anything I ever had before and it was going to be a strain on my budget to pay for it but it was worth it. He said he would buy it for me but I insisted on keeping a little of my independence. He still managed to make me feel like a kept woman when he picked out the skimpiest and sexiest bra and panty set I ever saw.
I spent an hour in the hotel beauty parlor getting my hair done and up in our suite I shooed him out of my room as I got dressed. I had to or he would have destroyed my hairdo and we would need another shower. When I made my entrance into the other room he stared and said, "My God woman, you're beautiful. But there's something missing. I think this would go well with that dress."
This time it was me staring in disbelief. This was how he spent the hour I was undergoing the coiffeur's magic. He was holding a brooch. Not just any brooch but the one I fell in love with at the antique jewelry store. It cost a small fortune so I knew it was something I could only dream about and here it was being pinned on me. I wanted it so much but I couldn't accept such an expensive gift. He was already paying for this wonderful trip but as I shook my head he said, "Don't be silly. You're here as my assistant and you have been a tremendous help but that's not the reason I wanted you to come with me. I've wanted to get away on a vacation or something with you for years so we could, well, get to know each other better. For my part I'd say this trip has been a tremendous success. You've never let me buy you an expensive gift before. Please, accept this one as my way of saying thanks for being my best friend."
Damn my mascara. I would have to do it again as the tears rolled down my cheeks. I was speechless and it took me four attempts to say, "Thank you. I'll cherish it forever."
What an evening, one of the best meals I ever had and then a lovely club where we danced to live music that wasn't rock and roll. He guided me around the floor effortlessly and I floated with him. Champagne and kisses abounded. It was the absolute best date I had ever been on and since the club was only a few blocks from the hotel we walked together in the moonlight holding hands like two young pups in love for the first time.
He carefully took my dress off in his room and I did my best sexy pose in my new almost underwear while he got a step ahead of me. He was good looking in a tuxedo but fantastic with nothing on. When he turned to pull down the bed clothes I decided he had seen enough of that outrageous bra and panties. He didn't seem to disagree with my judgment and the cad had me panting in lust an hour later when he finally filled me and drove me up to the headboard with his powerful and greatly appreciated thrusts.
For the second time in my life I slept without my night shirt and in the arms of a wonderful man. The next day we had to be at the first session so we had to forego any morning messing around and managed to keep sex out of our conversations if not off of our minds until we got back to the hotel. The door closed behind us and we were in each other's arms. It had been a long day and we decided to get dinner out of the way. Neither one of us wanted to go out so he called room service. After placing most of the order he asked me if what kind of salad I wanted and passed it on to the person on the other end of the phone. Then he put the phone to his shoulder to muffle our voices and said, "Shall I have them send up the chair also?"
I gave him a coy smile and rubbed my rear end as I asked, "Is this going to be your appetizer or dessert?"
He answered, "I'll wait till after dinner to spank you and we'll share our special kind of dessert after that."
I gave him a quick kiss and said, "We don't need the chair. You can sit on the edge of the bed and spank me the way you did the first time except we'll do it on your bed so it won't be a long walk to where I intend to show you how a well-spanked woman thanks you."
He put the phone back to his mouth. "That will be all. How long until it gets here? Thank you."
As he hung up he said, "We've got a half hour. How shall we pass the time?" I put my hand on his crotch and liked what I felt so I unzipped him and extracted the part I was interested in. I wrapped my hand around it as I kicked off my shoes and he moaned a little. When I was satisfied it was good and hard I had to let go while I peeled my panty hose and panties off. I held my dress up and straddled his legs. I had been wanting him in me all day and with our first kiss of the evening I was dripping so he had no trouble sliding right in as I settled down. I clenched my muscles around him and we went back to smooching.
As he discovered our first night in bed together, I love to have my neck kissed. And that's where he put his lips. Right below my ear and I was putty in his hands. After a few minutes the action under my dress was getting a little livelier and ten minutes later, without getting too acrobatic I felt him explode and that triggered my own climax. He stayed in me as he slowly deflated and had just about slipped out completely when there was a knock on the door.
As I stood up we both laughed at the mess on his pants and he said, "Sign for the meal and have him wait a minute for me to give him this suit to be cleaned."
The bellhop was the same one from the other night and but he didn't say anything about my spankings. A few minutes later Brett reappeared. He had changed into very casual clothes and as the bellhop took the suit he turned to me. "You really ought to be more careful where you leave your unmentionables Ma'am." I followed his eyes to my pantyhose and panties still lying where I left them and blushed bright red.
When he left Brett said, "They look so lonely laying there. Why don't you put your blouse with them?"
I giggled and said, "Is that all you want me to take off?" and he replied, "For the soup course. Bra off for the salad and the skirt can join them while we have the main course."
I was still a little unused to being nude while he was still dressed and doing it in slow stages while we ate made it one of the most interesting meals I ever had. Brett drove me crazy by talking about the weather, news from the states and the interesting things he learned at the conference as if dining with a naked woman he was going to spank was the most normal thing in the world. At last I couldn't stand it and threw a mushroom at him. A green bean came flying back towards me and dinner was over as he chased me around the room. When he caught me we were laughing and kissing while he carried me into his lair.
The mood was so loving I had absolutely no fear when he sat on the bed and I lay across his knees. He gently rubbed, massaged and kneaded my bottom until I couldn't stand it any more and almost begged him to spank me. He's such a sweet man he immediately complied with this shy maiden's request and only when I was in tears and had a fire in my rear end I would feel for hours did he roll me onto my back and with my legs wide open I impatiently waited for him to get his clothes off. Since it was his second entrance of the evening he was able to stay hard longer and I lost count of my orgasms but the most special one was when I felt his fast irregular movements that I had come to recognize as his way of showing I had pleased him.
Just before I drifted off to sleep I had the happy thought that I might not spend another night in what had been my bed. I was comfortably ensconced in what was now our bed and it got another fantastic workout in the morning.
The next night we went out to a show and it was very late when we got back so by mutual but unspoken agreement we decided not to have sex and he wore the cutest pajamas. I usually sleep in a night shirt and I don't know why I packed a clinging burgundy peignoir but that night I was glad I did and so was Brett. It got me a wonderful kiss and except for the exhaustion we both felt, almost got me something else. That had to wait until we woke up. I was definitely beginning to like starting the day like that and I love a man who rises early in the morning.
It was at lunch when we began a journey to a different kind of spanking. It began when he calmly said, "I'd like to spank you tonight."
What's a girl to say to an offer like that? How about, "OK, I think I'd like that. Do you want me to strip completely like last time or leave my panties for you to take off the way you did for my first one?"
He took a bite of his sandwich and after a moment replied, "Neither. I'd like to try something else. Something I've never done with anyone before. I want to do it before dinner so you can keep the clothes you have on. Your skirt is nice and loose and I'll have no trouble lifting it up. Of course I'll bare your bottom but I will only pull your panties down enough so they don't cover anything important. Pass the ketchup please. And we won't have sex afterwards. At least not immediately after. Thank you. I'd like to make this spanking seem like a punishment so you'll stand in the corner for a while before and after it. That might be fun."
I took a sip of soda and thought about his idea of a fun evening and decided, what the hell, so I agreed and then stuck my tongue out at him.
If he wanted to spank a naughty girl I was going to act like one. Actually, that was the only show of defiance I could manage but he did lose his secretary for the rest of the afternoon. Not because I was acting bratty but my hands were shaking too much to hold the pen. He took over the duty of taking notes and on a piece of scrap paper wrote, "We don't have to do this."
I retrieved the pen and responded in what looked like a fourth grader's first attempt at cursive. "Yes we do. Make it a hard spanking."
The fact was that I was nervous as hell but at some level I was enjoying the suspense. I was regressing to a little girl who's parent had said she was going to get spanked for some misdeed and had to live with the fact that the sentence was irrevocable. There was nothing I could do to avoid it and I had to know that it was going to hurt to make my apprehension real.
I spent the next few hours contemplating my inevitable punishment. How would it feel compared to the one two nights ago that led to our first fantastic sex? Would knowing that I was not going to have the desire that the previous spankings had ignited fulfilled make it hurt more? Did I want it to hurt more? What was it going to be like to stand in a corner for the final minutes of waiting when the spanking would be so close? And what was I going to look like standing there in my finely tailored clothes? The well-dressed college professor with a Ph.D. and a bottom quivering in fear and expectation. I'd read about those kind of spankings and one or two had slipped into my fantasies. I would raise my dress while standing there to display the part of me that was going to bear the brunt of my punishment and afterwards I would be in the same spot but my panties would be pulled down so my bright red rear end would be plainly visible to the one who got it that color.
This was going to bring a whole new dimension to real life spankings and I squirmed in my seat like I did at the dinner but now it was not due to a lingering pain but with the anticipation of how uncomfortable it was going to be to sit and eat tonight. Time and time again I reviewed my questions and didn't find many answers except to one of them. I made a decision about something but I wouldn't tell him until we got to the hotel. Then I felt impish and thought, "If I can be distracted by the knowledge that I'm going to get a severe spanking why shouldn't he. He knows the stuff they're talking about already so I'll let his mind wander a bit too." I looked at him and realized he had been staring at me with a silly smile for some time. Well, it seems he's not paying much attention to the lecture either but he'll have something more to think about when he reads this.
My hands had stopped shaking as I took the pen and paper from his but I have to admit my courage waned towards the end of the sentence and it was hard to read the last few words. "We'll need the chair again and when we tell Nigel to send it up ask for one of the paddles."
He took the note, smiled when he read it, crumpled it into his pocket and leaned over to whisper. "We'll have dinner in the room. It's going to be a severe spanking and you're going to be too sore to sit in public. I want the gyrations of you and your bare bottom on the hard dining table chairs to be a private event."
With those words he held my hand and this naughty little girl with the worst spanking of her life only an hour or two away felt safe and secure.
As we entered the lobby I reminded him to order the chair but after the sweetest little kiss he said, "No. Your punishment will start now with a little humiliation. I'll meet you at the lift after you tell good old Nigel you are going to get another spanking and we'll need the chair and a paddle. Go."
Fortunately the was no one else at the front desk to hear me make the quiet request. Unfortunately, Nigel did not feel the need to respond at the same volume and my face turned bright red as I'm sure everyone in the lobby heard him say, "Right. One spanking chair and paddle to room 2205. Come with me Miss and we'll pick out a nice paddle."
As he led the way to a small room behind the desk he added, "I'm sure we'll find something suitable. Something you'll like or not like as the case may be." There wasn't as large a selection as in that little shop but there was enough to stop the heart of anyone who was going to be on the receiving end. Canes of varying thicknesses, leather straps with buckles for restraining reluctant penitents and a few without any adornment and obviously meant to be applied to the bottom of said penitent. Some of them long, thick and wide and a few short, thin and supple. The latter category was not intended for use on the larger target of someone's rear end and I shuddered as I thought of where they might connect and we finally got to the paddles. If Brett had been with me I would've asked his advice but I'd be damned before I asked for Nigel's counsel. He gave it anyway. He asked, "First time getting paddled Miss?" I eloquently nodded my red-faced head and he went on, "Thought so. The one's with a bit of experience don't blush so much in here. May I recommend this one. It's rather thin and provides an excellent stinging sensation without bruising. The heavier ones take a bit of getting used to. Would you like to take it with you or would you rather I had the bellhop bring it with the chair?"
I jumped when I heard Brett's voice. I hadn't realized that he had followed us into the room and now he was returning the favor I did for him by answering Nigel on my behalf. "She'll carry it."
Nigel spoke to him first, "Very good Sir" and then turned to me. With an exaggerated bow he presented me with the chosen tool and said, "Here you are Madam. I hope you find it's capabilities enlightening. Just leave it on the chair when you're done and we'll pick it up tomorrow unless you wish to keep it for the rest of your stay."
The roller coaster my emotions were riding on dipped and soared and dipped again as Brett said, "I'll make sure she appreciates it but we won't keep it. However, would it be an inconvenience to you if she brought it back to the front desk tomorrow morning herself?"
Nigel smiled in understanding and said, "That will be a brilliant way of reminding her to mind her P's and Q's for the rest of the day Sir. As luck would have it, Alfred will not be here so I'll be manning the desk for the early shift also and I would love to hear her opinion of it."
Brett's smile didn't match his response. "She'll be happy to tell you how it felt given the alternative of keeping it with her all day for a repeat application in the evening as a prelude to an appointment in the exercise room."
On our way out to the lobby Brett was a real gentleman. He carried our notebooks and my purse so I wouldn't be overburdened and or hide that fact that I had a paddle made just for spanking naughty bottoms in my hand. I don't think everybody in the hotel saw me but there were enough knowing smiles and smirks to keep me in humiliation for quite a while. When we were alone in the lift I said, "You were kidding back there, weren't you?"
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