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Get your own Free Home PageI've been on a job in Madrid and living in a hotel again. The project I'm working on is fairly large and there are folks from France, England, America and of course Spain. Conferences and meeting with all those languages represented are interesting to say the least. I'm fairly fluent in French and my Spanish is passable but how can you understand the British? Anyway, the bottom line is that I can't just fly home every weekend but most of us on the project are staying at the same place so there is always company for dinner or sightseeing. However, being part of the slightly older set I don't much care for going out drinking and carousing every night and the few of us with similar feelings tend to hang around together.
There was one other American in that group. A middle aged woman named Nora. We had been talking about the trials and tribulations of the consultant's life and I said it must be worse for a woman to dine alone since she may inadvertently attract unwanted male attention. She rather coldly replied that nothing of the sort had ever happened to her and I understood why. She was the most unsexy woman I can recall meeting. There was nothing physically wrong with her face or figure and her personality was quite pleasant once you got to know her but she had an air of unapproachability that overpowered any trace of femininity. However, I wasn't looking for sex, just companionship and since we shared the same language and culture we were together a lot. In fact, one of the younger workers commented that he thought we were married. We laughed it off and I tried to imagine this unpassionate woman sharing my bed every night. I just couldn't see it but she had been married for twenty years so I guess her husband, Sam, found something in her that I overlooked.
There was a much younger woman from Nora's consulting firm who went to some of the tourist attractions with us but she talked constantly about her boyfriend. She was twenty-four years old, very much in love and he was all Connie talked about. We heard how Mark did this and Mark said that and Mark was going to move in with her and Mark was... You get the picture. One day she went off with the younger crowd which left Nora and I to wander about the streets alone. That's when Nora shared her true feelings about Mark. She had met him and thought he was a shiftless, uncaring young man who never remembered things like Valentine's Day, Christmas or Connie's birthday and it seemed that Mark saw Connie as an easy lay and a free meal ticket since he seemed incapable of holding a job. Nora truly cared for the girl and wished she could get her to see Mark as an irresponsible parasite before she got hurt. She was working up good tirade and said that what Connie really needed was a damn good spanking to wake her up.
As you can guess, my ears perked up immediately and I said, "I understand your feelings but most people would think her a bit old to get a punishment of that nature."
She was still upset about Connie and wasn't thinking clearly as she answered, "Tell that to my husband. As far as he's concerned no female is too old to get a spanking when she needs it."
She realized what she said and turned beet red. I probably should've ignored it but I said, "I know it's none of my business but you don't have to put up with that you know. You have no children and a good job. Why don't you leave him?"
She looked surprised and said, "Why? Just because he spanks me? As long as it's out in the open that's what keeps me close to him. I need his discipline and he's never punished me when I didn't agree that it was necessary but can we talk about something else?"
I pointed out an interesting building and we went back to our sightseeing until we came to a statue of a naked woman. When we stopped to look at it she said, "That reminds me. I forgot to stop the newspaper delivery before I came here."
I'll admit it, I couldn't make the connection so I asked why that statue made her think of newspapers. She blushed and said, "Sam was on a trip when I left and when he came home there were five newspapers on our front porch. That's an open invitation to burglars and we were lucky nobody broke into the house."
Her explanation didn't go far in enlightening me so I asked, "And the statue?"
Now she really blushed and whispered, "The statue is dressed the way I'll be and looks like she could be getting ready to bend over for what I can expect from Sam when I get home since it was my responsibility and I screwed up."
I apologized for pushing too hard with my questions and making her talk about `that subject' again but she shrugged. "Don't be sorry. It's been on my mind and I've needed to tell someone. Since I've already opened my big mouth about getting spanked I figured I could tell you the rest. I hope I haven't shocked you."
We sat on a bench and I said, "It would take more than that to shock me and I get the feeling you'd like to tell me more. How does he spank you?"
She looked around and there was nobody in sight. Even if there was they probably wouldn't understand her so she said, "This is embarrassing and I've never told anyone about it but if you really want to know..."
She trailed off and I encouraged her to go on.
"First of all my spankings are never a surprise. I know when I've done something to deserve getting punished and if he isn't already aware of it I usually tell him what it was. I've tried keeping some of my sins secret in the hope that he wouldn't find out but it's never worked. He knows me too well and can tell when I'm hiding something. When he has to probe to find out what's bothering me I can count on an immediate spanking for trying to avoid the proper punishment. That rarely happens anymore but I'm getting off the subject. Once it's established that I need it he decides on either the belt or the hairbrush and we wait at least one full day so I can think about what I've done and what he'll do to help me correct my behavior. Because of our work schedules there are times when the next day is not convenient so we have to make a later appointment. I never thought about it but in a way it's funny. The two of with our calendars out and trying to find a time we can mutually agree on for me to get spanked. Anyway, I get to choose from the first three days he has available and if I can't make it I get an extra swat for every day I go beyond that without proper retribution. When I agreed with those terms I wasn't considering being stuck 5000 miles away and it will be three weeks until we're together. He understands that I have no control over the travel plans on this trip but the extras will add up anyway. Every day I think of how much worse the punishment is going to be."
She stopped and curiosity got the better of me so I asked, "What happens when you finally meet for your appointment?"
She looked around again and asked, "Do I really have to tell you that?"
I detected a vulnerability in her that I had not seen before. Along with it was a form of submissiveness that was very out of character. Rather than just refuse to relate this very personal part of her relationship with her husband she wanted my permission. The question was, permission to do what? Stay silent or be `forced' to expose her secrets? I chose the latter and commanded, "Yes. Tell me everything and don't even try to gloss over the slightest detail."
She waited a minute and I wondered if I had overstepped my bounds but then she said, "The appointment is not only for a specific day but for a definite time. That's when he'll come into the bedroom. I must be nude like that statue and waiting with my nose in a corner. I hate that. The spankings I can accept. Just because I'm a mature woman doesn't mean I don't need a physical reminder from time to time to keep me honest but the corner business makes me feel like a little girl. I'm supposed to stay in that spot for ten minutes before he arrives. I tried waiting till I heard him approach once but he knew from my whole attitude that I hadn't obeyed him. Our schedules were open so it was easy to arrange another appointment the next evening to deal with my sneakiness. I had only one day to recover from the spanking I got that night with the hairbrush before I got another with the belt. So like it or not, I do what I have to and I'm reduced to a little girl every time. I don't expect the spankings to hurt any less but just once I'd like to be treated more like a grown-up first. I'm sorry, I shouldn't complain. He says the extra humiliation is good for me and I suppose he's right. If it was only a spanking it might not go as far in convincing me to be more careful. Be that as it may, all I can see is the wall as he lectures me. That's another thing I don't like. I know damn well why I'm going to be punished and don't need him to remind me but it's part of the humiliating little girl routine. Finally he says he's ready to give me the spanking for making the appointment."
She must have seen the confusion on my face because she explained, "No matter what I've done wrong I always get spanked for the simple fact that I've let my self-discipline lapse. That's the way we always start. An old-fashioned over the knee hand spanking and since it's supposed to be a punishment in its own right he makes it good one. I can tell you it's not any fun at all but then again, it isn't supposed to be. Then I pile the pillows on the bed and lay across them. Over the lap is good enough for the first spanking but he can cover more territory by striking from one side and then the other as he addresses the specific reason for the appointment with the hairbrush or the belt."
I asked, "How long does that last?"
She sighed, "Twenty-five strokes. More if do something stupid like try to cover my bottom with my hands which I learned not to do a long time ago and then any extras I've earned for delaying the spanking. When I get home I'll have almost fifty strokes waiting for me and it will be with the belt. I wish there was some way I could go home early or get him to come here so I could get it over with and avoid at least some of those extras. After the hand spanking even a light swat with the belt or the hairbrush would be agony. Of course, he wouldn't think of depriving me of the full benefit of the punishment so there's nothing gentle about the way he uses either of them. He goes slow so I have time to reflect on every stroke and anticipate the next. When we get to twenty-five all I can think of is that my rear end is on fire and any extras are almost unbearable. I've only had to get the additional strokes a few times and I do everything I can to avoid them. I'll cancel meetings with clients if I have to in order to make room on my schedule for our appointment. Now there's nothing I can do except wait but the thought of my welcome when I get home is always on my mind"
She needed a sympathetic ear and I was there to give her what comfort I could. I might also find a way to help with part of her problem. I asked, "When was his last available time?"
She looked up and said, "The day before yesterday. Why?"
I didn't answer her directly. Instead I mused, "So as of today it's twenty-seven strokes. I wonder if he's more concerned with you getting the proper punishment or the fact that he's the one to deliver it."
She was starting to catch on and said, "I don't know. Are you suggesting that someone else spank me while I'm here?"
I nodded and she thought for a moment. "We've never discussed that possibility but even if he agreed how would he know I really got it? Any marks would be long gone by the time I saw him again."
I asked, "Could you lie to him?"
She smiled and said, "I know what you mean. No, I couldn't and he knows it. Am I correct in assuming you're volunteering to do the honors?"
This time I smiled and said, "What are friends for? However, I should warn you. I have some experience in this area and can assure you and Sam that if you accept my offer it will not be a friendly spanking. You will be well punished but on the bright side, you'll be spared twenty-one extras. I'm living at the end of the hall and none of the rooms between mine and the elevator are occupied so we'll have some privacy unless you make too much noise."
She grimaced and said, "He doesn't like it if I scream too loud either but don't worry, I know how to muffle myself in the mattress. I get the feeling that your comment about me being well punished is probably true but it can't be any worse than what I'll get from Sam. I'll ask him. When would be a convenient time for you to do this?"
I looked at my watch and did some time difference calculations. "We can head back now. He should be awake by then and if he agrees I'll expect you in my room in time for a six o'clock appointment."
She nodded and said, "Which means I better get there early so I have time to do my corner thing. All right, I'll call him as soon as we get there."
Neither of us said anything on the long walk to our hotel where we went our separate ways. About thirty minutes later my phone rang and it was Sam. We talked for a while and I gave my credentials. He seemed satisfied and said he would call back to listen to her punishment. We discussed a few more details and he hung up.
At a quarter to six Nora arrived looking very nervous. She unceremoniously stripped and her front parts were not bad at all. I had to move some furniture to make a proper space for her and for the next ten minutes I had the chance for a leisurely visual inspection of her rear end. She was looking better with each passing minute. When Sam connected with us I put him on the speaker phone and he asked Nora if she was properly prepared. She had a catch in her voice as she said she was nude and had been standing in a corner for the required time. I expected him to ask me to verify it but he knew she was telling the truth. Then he went into his recap of her irresponsibility, why she should've stopped the papers, etc. He did a good job and she was sniffling from just his verbal reprimand.
When he said it was time for the first spanking she faced me. Her face was red from the embarrassment of me hearing her get a lecture and I'm sure her nudity in my presence added just a touch of mortification. She told the voice on the phone when she was getting over my lap and I took over the narration. I said his wife had a very nice rear end but it was badly in need of some color. He chuckled but Nora failed to see the humor in her situation. From then on he heard my hand slapping, her grunts and my impressions of her physical response. In time her moans became barely controlled expressions of pain and the phone call cost Sam a few dollars more before we both decided her punishment for needing the appointment in the first place was satisfactorily completed.
She told us both she was sorry to have caused this trouble and she was now ready to pay the price for not calling the newspaper carrier. I kept Sam up to date as she stacked the pillows, climbed over them and put her bottom in readiness for my belt. I promised both of them that I would show her no mercy and I didn't. Even with her face buried in the bedclothes he could hear her and know she was getting as good a punishment as he would've done himself. I told him where each stroke landed and how she reacted. He suggested where a few should be placed and I moved from side to side to evenly distribute the applications. At his request I made the two extras as hard as possible. I could see why she so readily accepted my offer. Another twenty-one like that would be almost impossible for her to endure.
When it was over we both listened to her crying before he asked me to turn off the speaker and let him talk to Nora privately. She had a hard time making her voice work properly but luckily she didn't have much to say except for an occasional affirmative reply. She would look at me from time to time before answering and she finished the conversation by saying, "I love you too. Good-bye."
I hung up the phone and after a moment she turned her tearful face toward me. "Sam says I'm supposed to tell you about what we do afterwards. I didn't mention it before because it's not really punishment. I was a little uncomfortable talking about how I get spanked but this is something very private. I feel like I don't have any secrets from you anymore but he wants to make sure so I'm supposed to stand up and let you look at me before I tell you what usually happens next."
She struggled to her feet and put her arms behind her. Now that I had a longer time to review her charms I was quite impressed. She stayed in this display posture until I said I was ready to hear the rest. She let her arms fall to her side as she continued, "He has a way of showing that I'm forgiven and I get to demonstrate that I don't hold a grudge against him for hurting me. I'm talking about the physical hurt. He would never hurt me emotionally and that's why I love him. When he spanks me he gets aroused and... and I do too. We always make love after my spankings. This is humiliating."
I had a feeling I knew where this was heading and I stepped closer as I said, "Remember, humiliation is good for you."
She took a deep breath, "He asked me if you had an erection and it looks like you do."
That part was certainly true and she closed her eye as she said, "He also asked if I felt the need for a man that way and I had to admit I did so he said he wouldn't consider me unfaithful if we..."
She was at a momentary loss for words so I tried to continue her sentence. "If we made love."
She quickly looked up and said, "No. We can't make love. That's just for Sam and me. I'm sorry. Since he's making me tell you about our sex life I should explain that part. We consider being face to face in bed together making love and something very special but if we do it in any other position it's just sex. That's what he's talking about. You can touch me wherever you wish but I have to turn around and bend over when you penetrate me."
I asked if she would be punished if I didn't have sex with her and she shook her head. Her obligation was to give me the offer and she had complied with his command.
She had shed her aloofness with her clothes and was very tempting but I said, "In that case I must refuse. You're a very attractive woman but I don't want to force myself on you or feel you're only doing it out of obedience to Sam. Maybe you'd better get dressed now."
She looked down to see that my pants still had a significant bulge and placed her hand on it as she put mine between her legs. She gave a small gasp as my fingers stroked her and said, "As I've already told you, Sam knows me and understood what I'd want after the spankings when I talked to him in my room. We agreed that having sex with you was going to be part of the bargain. Our last little conversation was just to verify that I still felt the same way and if it looked like you wanted me. I know my answer and the thing I'm touching tells me yours."
I tried to kiss her but she pushed me away. The rules were fondling and sexual intercourse only. Kissing had too many emotional attachments. She kept herself aroused as I disrobed but urgency was the order of the hour and after the minimum amount of frantic groping she spun around and put her hands on the bed to brace herself for my impatient advance into her well lubricated entrance. We were both in such a state that it didn't take long for either of us to finish. I leaned back against the wall as she fell forward onto the bed.
After a while she gathered her clothes and went into the bathroom to get dressed. I also put my clothes on as I waited and when she came out she was her old self again. She thanked me for seeing to her punishment and there was just a bit of twinkle in her eye as she added, "and other things."
The next day she didn't sit at her desk at all. Instead she found things to do with other consultants and would lean on their desks in the process. A few times her rear end was pointed in my direction and I had a whole new outlook towards it. She glanced over her shoulder once and when she saw me looking she smiled and gave her bottom a little wiggle. Aside from that incident there was no indication or mention of the spanking even though we still spent hours together at dinner or traveling around Madrid. That is, until tonight. I leave tomorrow and she came to my room to say good-bye in a special way.
She closed the door behind her and said, "Sam and I both want to thank you again for what you did for me but I need to ask for one more favor. When we were by that statue you wanted me to tell you all about our appointments and were quite clear in your command that I not leave out any details. We discussed this and both came to the conclusion that since making love is the way we always end the punishment sessions I should've told you about that too. So I'm guilty of being less than completely truthful and disobeying you."
I smiled and asked, "And what do you think would be a proper punishment for that?"
She returned my smile and answered, "Since it was totally innocent and I had the best of intentions to keep our sex life private he doesn't think I deserve the whole punishment. I won't have to stand in the corner and get a lecture but the hand spanking over your lap for my lack of self-discipline with my dress raised and panties off is definitely called for."
As I pulled out the chair I said, "That sounds like the way a grown-up woman should be punished but what about afterwards?"
She was raising her dress to her waist as she said, "I keep the dress up as I lean on the bed and you'll see why my underpants are off rather than just pulled down."
I thoroughly enjoyed getting her bottom nice and red and then slamming my pelvis against it. Judging from the way she cried during the first part it didn't hurt any less without the little girl preparations. However, she was as ready for the second part as I was and really seemed to enjoy it. We were both sporting silly satisfied smiles when she stood up and she allowed me to kiss her cheek before she left.
It's almost midnight and I'm alone now. Just me and my computer writing all this down. I'll miss this place but who knows what adventures are waiting for me in some other hotel.
Life is good.
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