Saturday, 24 May 2014

Spanking Story: The Spanking Agency 6 - The Tale of Molly Malone

Winters bite had swept the world in a sheen of frosty white that sparkled in the late evening blackness lit only by shafts of humming neon. From her office window, Molly Malone sat in the darkness at her desk looking out across the white rooftops at the end of another working week. It was quiet now and the only noise came from the dull rumble of traffic down below. She enjoyed these moments of solitude, and mused idly where on life’s journey she now stood; both professionally and personally.

Professionally, things were good and on the up. The Spanking Agency was a great success as she always suspected it would be somehow. It was the nature of the beast and that beast needed to be fed. It was nearly six months now when she had decided to go ahead with what had been an idea that she had mulled over for a long time. The Spanking Agency. She smiled at that. To create and build something on so simple a premise. Of course it was going to be a great success. There was never any doubt for she never underestimated the dark side of human nature and the need to explore the inner self.

But, as in all things, there was a negative side.

That came with the sacrifices she had to make in her personal life. Her last relationship had ended nearly a year ago and the loss of emotional and physical companionship was beginning to cast their shadows over her. The physical was obvious but it was the emotional that she missed the most. The simple pleasure of being able to talk to someone and share the joy of conversation and those special moments. Molly rested her head back against her seat and sighed to the silence. “Come on,” she said to herself. “Let’s go home.”

She slipped her coat on and was about to lock up when the phone rang.

“Great.” she muttered. Leave it. Just go. But she hesitated. The phone continued to ring in the dark as if it knew there was someone there. Nine till six. What part of office hours don’t people understand? They’ll call back tomorrow when Dolly was back. Go home. She dropped her coat on her desk and picked up the phone mid ring.

“Hello?” she answered.

There was a soft hum on the line but no one answered, though she could hear the faint sound of someone breathing at the other end. “Hello, can I help you?” she asked again, slightly exasperated.

“Is that the Spanking Agency?” said a voice suddenly. A man’s voice, but not overtly masculine.

Molly shifted the phone to her other ear. “Yes it is. I’m sorry but you’re calling after hours if you’re looking to book an appointment,” She reached across her desk and picked up a large black book. “Can you call back tomorrow?”

A pause. “Is there no one available tonight?”

Molly ran her hand through her thick brown hair. She could do it now. He probably wouldn’t call back if she brushed him off now. It would only take a moment after all. “Tonight?” she replied. She had opened the book and was running a finger down the list of entries. She saw that every girl was booked up solid till at least the middle of next week – allowing for recovery period and all that. “No, afraid not. The earliest I can fit you in is Thursday. Depending on your requirements of course.”

Another pause. “That’s kind of disappointing.” Another pause. “What about you?”

Molly blinked with surprise. “Me?” She smiled despite herself. The cheeky bugger. “No, no. I don’t do that sort of thing.” She could feel herself blushing. He probably thought she was the secretary or something. Good grief, no, she most certainly didn’t do that sort of thing – these days.

“Why not?” asked the voice.

Molly shifted uncomfortably where she sat on the edge of her desk. “Why not?” she began, feeling slightly put out by his question. “I’d say it’s because I’m the boss of the Agency, that’s why not.”

Another pause. “I don’t see why that’s a problem. Does making you the boss make you somehow different from the others?”

Molly frowned. Just WHO was this guy? “Not at all. I run the business and hire girls who want to do this particular line of work. That’s how it is. Anyway, I don’t see how it’s any of your business if you don’t mind me being so blunt.”

She could sense the smile in his voice. “Sorry, no offence meant. I just thought that for someone to come up with this kind of thing in the first place they would have a reason to do so.”

“Reason?” She could feel her heart skip a beat. Reason? Of course there was a reason. Every adventure began with a reason. Her bottom began to tingle which made her blush even more. She should put the phone down right now.

“For doing what it is you do,” he said. “Since you’ve told me you’re the boss then I guess it was your idea in the first place. I was just wondering where such an idea came from.”

She knew exactly where the idea had come from. A five year, virgin relationship with the perfect man who showed her what it meant to be a woman both in body and spirit. A man who knew how to handle women who wanted to be handled in a certain way. He had certainly done that. Her bottom had never been the same since. The many spankings he had given her in their time together had lit a fire that burned twice as bright today as it had back then. From such feelings the Spanking Agency had been born.

She wasn’t going to tell him that. Not if she could help it.

“Well, that’s for me to know and you to never find out.” She laughed despite herself. She had to admit she was warming to him.

“That makes me sad.”

“Sad?” She thought he even sounded sad. The charmer. Curiosity was getting the better of her. Admit it. You would love to know just who this guy is she thought to herself.

“Yes,” he said. “You sound,” A pause. “Interesting and interested.”

“Oh I do, do I?” Go home woman. Let the day end as it always did. This guy could be a complete loon for all she knew. Bypass Heartache Avenue. “And just why is that?”

“Because I know that you know the reason you haven’t put the phone down.”



Snow had begun to fall. An icy breeze caressed and swirled between skeletal trees as Molly stood outside their agreed rendezvous. It was a café. Lorenzo’s Café to be precise, and a place she knew well. More importantly, it was a place where people knew her. Shivering against the cold, she pushed open the door and went inside where an old fashioned stove sat in the corner warming the place with a coal fired glow.

A short while later, she found herself sat at a window table watching the world shuffling past, grey shadows leaning against the winter wind. She glanced at her watch. He was late. But she reasoned that he was the one who was the stranger and had to find this place. She took a sip of her coffee and sat waiting. Every dark figure that passed the window made her heart skip a beat. Was this him? No. Not yet. Maybe not ever. She’d feel silly if he didn’t show up. He sounded interesting in a non physical way. She wondered what he looked like. How old? Hard to call, but he had a sort of confidence that only age can bring. Like her, mid to late 40’s she mused.

The five minutes became ten when the door to the café suddenly opened and a tall figure entered. He was wrapped up in a thick dark grey overcoat to keep out the numbing chill and wore a hat which seemed to confirm her idea’s of his age. She sensed it was him. Could feel it somehow. Her heart had suddenly begun to thud louder and her mouth felt dry.

She was sat behind the door so he hadn’t seen her. She watched as he approached the counter and spoke to the proprietor who nodded in her direction. She bit her lip as he turned and walked over to her table.

She looked up as he stopped before her.

“Miss Malone?” said the figure.

Molly nodded. He was in shadow due to the glow of the flames behind him. He held out his right hand and she took it.

“Hi, I’m John,” he smiled. “I think you’re expecting me.”

He stepped from the shadow into the light and Molly heard herself gasp with surprise.


Molly took a sip from her coffee and looked at the man sat across from the table to her. He was most definitely NOT what she had expected. He looked no older than about twenty five.

He smiled. “I guess you were expecting someone a little…older.” he said, with a twinkle in his eye.

Now that the initial surprise was fading, she could at least see the funny side of it. “You could say that.” She raised her eyebrows in agreement. “Though in the business I’m in I’ve seen my fair share of surprises.”

“I can imagine.” he nodded. “Your business is – unusual – to say the least. I’m curious as to how you got into it in the first place. If I’m not being too presumptuous or forward with the question.”

Molly put her cup down and shook her head. “No, not at all. To cut a long story short, it came about by chance through a friend of a friend. This friend of a friend was, how shall I put this, someone who knew the in’s and out’s of the worlds oldest profession. She had a conversation about her experiences with that friend who in turn had a conversation with me. The main point being that for someone with foresight there were opportunities to be grasped if you targeted certain niche interests which were not part of the mainstream sex industry. One of those niches being BDSM, S&M or whatever it is you want to call it.”

He considered her explanation. “Makes sense. Sure beats ringing a number from a card you found stuck to the inside of a phone box. How many women do you have working for you now?”

“Well, including my secretary and the cleaning lady, I’d say ten.” she smiled, not sure whether to include Dolly as one of her “professional” girls. “Eight on the payroll. I think that’s enough for now as I’m not sure I could handle anymore. Each brings their own particular qualities to their job and these cover pretty much whatever service we’re asked to provide.”

“So business is good?”

He seemed genuinely interested in both what she was doing and the Agency in general. He had the easy manner of youth and with enough charm to set her mind at ease and let the problems of the day float gently away. It was also refreshing to be able to talk to someone away from the business, and who didn’t have a vested interest in her thoughts and decisions. “I was going to say surprisingly so. But I’m not surprised at all to be honest. I always had a level of expectation and the male of the species is yet to let me down. The variety in most male fantasies never ceases to amaze me. Long may it continue.”

They both laughed and raised their cups. “Amen.” he agreed. “I guess you’re going to have to add me to that list.” He paused. “What about you?”

“What about me, what?” She took another sip from her cup and avoided his slightly unnerving gaze for she knew exactly what he was leading up to. He did have a certain something that she found rather appealing and he was a bit of a dish in a clean cut way. She frowned slighty. Good God, she was old enough to be his mother!

He sat in silence for a moment and she could see he was considering his words carefully. Despite the age difference, she was quite enjoying their game of kinky chess. Would she let her Queen be checkmated with the handsome knight? Maybe.

He started off slowly but gathered momentum. “Personally speaking, from an outside perspective you understand, I can’t see how someone could create such an enterprise and yet not be at all curious about what it means and is required to be in that business.”

She looked up at him. “Are you asking if I play the game personally?”


She sat forward slightly. “And what makes you think that?”

His answer was simple, direct and absolutely on the money. “Well, because you wouldn’t be sat here, right now. Opposite a total stranger if you didn’t.”


Less than an hour later they found themselves in a sub let one bed roomed apartment that the Agency used as a “safe house” for those customers who didn’t want anyone to know of their little kinky escapades – especially their vanilla spouses or nosey neighbours.

The room was plain with a muted red décor and furnished only with the basics. Molly turned to her, what was he?, her client? No. This could get real complicated. She hadn’t even asked him what he wanted to do. Good God, just what is it he DID want to do? To her bottom. A bottom that hadn’t had anything done to it in quite a while. What on earth was she doing here? She closed her eyes then opened them again to find this young man looking at her. She knew the answer. She needed to feel wanted. To live in the moment and let life follow its own path for awhile. So maybe a spanking. Maybe even something a little more daring. She could, she supposed, tell him about all the special toys in the top drawer of the cupboard next to the big double bed. But that would be so naughty. Naughty Molly.

“Isn’t this the part where you ask me what I want?” said a voice behind her.

She turned to find him watching her with a smile on his lips and a glint in his eye. He had the charm of youth that she found both endearing and strangely alluring. The age difference had faded away into inconsequential memory and she found her heart beginning to trip just that little bit faster. He was right. Where were her manners? Time to satisfy her customer like a good Agency girl should. She suddenly realised she had no idea what he actually wanted by way of her service. What if he had sadistic leanings? What if he was a strict disciplinarian with a penchant for a decent length of swishy wood? Did he want her to roleplay? Would he tell her to be a naughty schoolgirl? A scatter brained secretary? A disobedient wife? Or maybe he wanted her to be a lady of the night, a whore.

Never mind what he wanted, just how much was she able, or prepared, to take? Her bottom felt it was at the centre of the whole universe at that moment. Her gaze met his as he came to stand in front of her. He was taller than her. He seemed to dominate the room somehow.

She nodded. “So then, John,” she spoke softly. “Just what is it you want to do with my bottom?”


Slap!! Smack!! Swat!!! SPANK!!!!

Molly dropped her head, her thick hair falling down around her and covering her flushed face. She grunted and crossed her ankles as he spanked her hard over her skirt again. It had been a while since she had been spanked so hard, and it was not even on the bare! She had lain ladylike over his lap as he sat on the end of the single bed, her long legs crossed at the ankles which gently swayed up and down to the rhythm of her spanking. She felt warm all over. That golden glow feeling radiating out from her full bottom with every breath she took.

SPANK! “Oh, ahhhh, mmmm,” she mumbled as she raised her head with eyes closed tight. “I’ve been such a bad girl, John.” Chosen words that thrilled them both.

She felt him shift slightly and smiled. The reason why obvious to her. She could feel it. Feel him. Growing beneath her weight. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.” she sighed again. It was going to be a long night leading to a satisfied dawn.

“How bad?” he asked her. His hand was moulding her bottom lovingly. Men had such simple pleasures, she mused. Spanking a bottom a day keeps those big bad sad man blues away.

She looked at him over her left shoulder. “Oh, really, really bad, John.”

A moment. Shared. Eyes meeting. Holding. Understanding.

She felt him tugging her skirt up over her firm thighs, revealing the crest of her firm smarting buttocks. She was so glad she had worn stockings and suspenders. Black. Another pleasure for him. Her little treat for his eyes only. “Ahhhh.” she gasped. Skin on skin. He was running his hand up her thighs until it reached the join of her sex. He paused. Answering his question, she closed and captured his hand between her legs.

“Bad and naughty.” she heard him say. “I think you really deserve a spanking on your bare bottom, Miss Malone. Don’t you?”

“Of course, John.” she replied. “I’d be disappointed if you thought anything less.”

The cool air was wonderful as he removed her knickers. He was looking, staring, and devouring her full rear with his eyes. She felt that special tingle knowing that he was taking pleasure in her form. The tingle of female submission. The giving of oneself to another in complete trust.

“That is a spectacular bottom.” he said. He was definitely impressed.

“Thank you, John.” she sighed. She wished he’d hurry for she was quickly losing rational thought. “I am so glad you like it. It is yours to do whatever you want with it.” She settled herself over him, waiting for him to spank her bare bottom. “John?”

His right hand was raised over her flushed cheeks. “Hmmm?”

“I am yours to do whatever it is you want. Not just the spanking. You can do anything with me. Anything.” she whispered.

“I know.”

Her spanking was as wonderful as she had imagined it would be.



They were naked now. He stood over her as she knelt at his feet.

Molly felt the dull throbbing beating out from her well spanked bottom. He had spanked her good and hard. A proper man’s spanking. She would be bruised for days. It had been a thorough spanking. A spanking from tail to toe. He had spanked her thighs too. The beast. How sweet was THAT sting! This man was very thorough. It had been a spanking to remember. She had missed the delicious agony of the act which had always left her feeling spent but sated like nothing else ever could. Happy, but exhausted.

This was the reason she had created her Spanking Agency.

He turned slightly in the soft light of the room and she gasped. She looked up at him and saw he was grinning at her. “It won’t bite.” he laughed.

She reached up a hesitant hand and grasped him at the base. Then she took her other hand and grasped him some more. Still there was more of him. “Oh my,” she chuckled. “This isn’t right.” It was a monster. The warm feeling was caressing her again.

This beautiful man.


There was a knock on the office door. Molly looked up from doing her paperwork. “Yes?”

Dolly, her secretary, poked her head around the door. “Hey!” she began, excitedly. ”Special delivery for a Miss Malone!!”

Molly frowned. “Special delivery?” She wasn’t expecting anything.

Dolly entered her office hiding something behind her back. Something that smelled wonderful. With a flourish and a girlish giggle, she presented her employer with a huge bouquet of flowers tied off with a red bow. “For you!!!”

Molly came around and sat on the end of her desk. She winced inwardly for her bottom still felt sore and fragile. She took the proffered gift. The flowers were beautiful. Dolly was skipping around her and a number of the girls had gathered at the door to see what was happening. It was obvious their Boss had a secret admirer.

“Card, CARD!!” squeaked Dolly excitedly. “Who’s it from?”

Molly gave the bubbly blonde a look that had her rolling her eyes. “That would be telling.”

“Awwwww.” said Dolly. “We can keep a secret. Isn’t that right, ladies?!” There were nods of agreement by the others.

“Sure.” Molly shooshed them out of her office. Once alone, she opened the envelope and took out the small white card. It was a brief note. A few words that brought a smile to her lips. Of course she would. There was no doubt. No question she would not. It was only a matter of what, where and when.

For her. For him. For them both.


The End.

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