Friday, 27 June 2014

Spanking Story: The Spanking Agency 7 - A Proper Charlie

Part 1.

Blimey. There are just some weeks when you don't know whether you're coming or going. And that was most certainly the case for twenty eight year old Melanie Sykes who was one of the Spanking Agency's favourite girls and who was making her way towards her next appointment.

It was the third that week and she was worn out. Her poor bum!! Monday had been another session with the very enthusiastically swishy, Mr Hall. He certainly was a whizz with his Colepepper cane. Good grief, he had her shrieking so loud she had lost her voice for a day or so. It was just as well she had a pain tolerance to admire for he had left her arse in right state.

Then on Wednesday the phone had rang. It was Dolly, the Agency's secretary. Was she available for an appointment later that day? Had her bum recovered? It was an emergency last minute booking. A little get together with some spanking enthusiasts who were looking for a lady to have some belt slapping fun with. Of course she was available. Was there a bonus for double time? Yup. Very nice. Seven p.m sharp. Taxi all sorted.

By the time ten o'clock ticked around, and she was safely on her way home, it felt as if her well therwacked and blazingly sore rear was the size of Mars. It had certainly been a novelty to be walloped by three men all at once with each holding their own leather belt just itching to have a go at her poor rump. Bent over a chair, first one had stepped up CRACK, then the next THERWHUPP and, finally, the third gentleman with a SHERLAPTHERWICK that had her yelping and drumming her feet as they went around again. And again. And AGAIN. Crikey, what a ta doo. As requested, to round off a thoroughly enjoyable time, she had to service her clients. By the time a taxi was called, her pussy was as red raw as her bum!!!

So, as you can see, Melanie Sykes was having a very interesting week...


It was a breezy Friday at the end of February that found the startlingly voluptuous and curvy Miss Sykes standing outside an old Victorian triple floor house on the outskirts of town. Reaching into her pocket, she took out a folded piece of paper and re-checked the details.

Client: Charlie Winters.
Session: Spanking. Tawse.
Looking for: Submissive 25-30ish Naughty Girl.
Requirements: Feminine and busty.
Extras: Sex (and stuff)

Melanie raised her eyebrows. "AND stuff?" she thought to herself. Stuff? Stuff could mean anything. "Oh well. There but for the grace of her large well upholstered bottom go I." She chuckled to herself and put the note away.

This was definitely the right address. Number 32. She reached forward and pressed the doorbell, hearing the ding dong chime echo inside the building. It was still chilly so she rubbed her hands together and blew into them as people went about their daily business around her. She often wondered what those same people would think if they knew what her day job was!! She stepped back as she heard someone coming to answer the door with a distended figure appearing through the warped glass.

"OOooo crikey," she shivered inside. "What's this Mr Charlie Winters going to be like?" She might get lucky. He might be a gazillionaire and sweep her and her bottom off her feet, and away to a life of luxury and bendy canes. She snorted. Yeah, right. There was more chance of that than...

The door opened and Melanie put on her best smile. Slightly startled, she glanced over the persons shoulder. "Er, hi hello," she began. She would have to be tactfully diplomatic seeing who answered the door. "I was ah er looking for a Charlie Winters. A Mr Charlie Winters. Is he er around?"

The person smiled. "Oh yes, he's definitely around. Sort of."

Melanie bit her lip. Sort of? This could get awkward if she wasn't careful. "Can you go get him as he has, er I have, an appointment with him."

The persons smile got wider.

"Oh, there's no need. You see I'm Charlie Winters."

What? Oh. Really? Melanie felt her jaw hit the floor...


Part 2.

As befitting the age of the house, the main sitting room was dominated by a grand fireplace with an oak surround where a bundle of logs crackled merrily. In front of that fire stood Melanie Sykes next client who was sipping the last drops of a fine red wine from a glass.

Sat perched on the edge of a dark leather chair, Melanie was, at last, coming to terms with the events of the previous few minutes. Talk about being knocked sideways. Now she understood just why Dolly had been so amused when she had handed over the details of her appointment that morning. She knew!! "Why that little cheeky bugger..." thought Melanie as her gaze dropped to the A4 sheet of paper and the phrase "and stuff." Oh blimey. THIS could REALLY get interesting. It never occurred to her that she would find herself in such a situation as this. Could she go through with it? She started to chew her lower lip. Maybe she should make her excuses and leave.

Aware that she was being watched, she thought she had better say something. "Ummm, ah, er, this is ummmm, well, not what I expected, not that this is ummmm..." Her voice drifted off into an awkward silence.

Her client extended a hand. "Charlotte," she said with a much amused look on her slightly angular face. "But everyone calls me Charlie."

Melanie took the proffered hand, hesitantly. "Ummm, hello." she replied. "I'm Melanie. The girl from the ummmmm," She suddenly felt herself blushing. "Spanking Agency." The Spanking came out as a rushed whisper. She blushed even more when she realised that particular hand would be getting rather more intimate with other parts of her person if she decided to go through with - everything.

She watched as the other woman sat down opposite her. At a reasonable guess, she appeared to be in her early forties. A taut six footish Amazonian figure with a shock of black curls which had been drawn back and pulled tight with a blue ribbon. She was dressed in a strict white blouse, buttoned to the neck from where a round silver pendant dangled between a hint of a sizeable bust. Her skirt was a dull speckled battleship grey which reached to just below her knees, and from which a pair of long black stockinged legs were crossed with absolute perfection.

Melanie suddenly felt like she was back at school, sat in front of her stern and starchy Headmistress trying to explain away some teenage indiscretion and failing. The result of which usually found her bare bottomed over Miss Stringers desk getting a thorough walloping with a well worn plimsoll. The memory made her shiver despite the fact that such experiences had defined both her character and sexuality.

"I guess I'm not exactly what you expected, Melanie." the woman said.

Melanie shook her head. "You could say that." she replied with a wry smile. The initial shock was beginning to fade and whatever reservations she had felt were starting to become less important. So another woman wanted to spank her - what was so bad about that? Absolutely nothing. Zip. Zilch. She had always gone by the mantra that life was meant to be explored and that each new experience added to the sum total of the whole. This appointment would most definitely be an experience to remember. The spanking or whatever she could handle, it was just the "other" stuff that gave her a moments pause. Do stuff with another woman? Stuff stuff? Hello Miss Beaver, how are you today? Melanie felt her heart skip a beat, and to her surprise, she found herself getting a bit hot under the old knicker elastic. Yeah. Yeah, she could do this. No problem.

"Does it shock you that I want to do things to your bottom?" asked Charlie. "Naughty spanking things."

"Ummm, it did," replied Melanie, thoughtfully. "Though it really shouldn't because of the things I've been asked to do, and have done, for the Agency."

"Sounds a job with prospects," laughed the older woman. "Working in the service industry above and beyond the call of duty. I think the Agency is a wonderful concept. Certainly for women like myself who have particular interests and needs they want to satisfy. It's not exactly something you can drop into a casual conversation is it.."

Melanie laughed. "No, I guess not. It's not the idea of being spanked by another woman that bothers me, it's just, well, you know, the other stuff. I've never been with..." Melanie felt herself blushing again.

Charlie nodded. "Don't worry dear, I won't bite." she laughed. "Well, not a lot." She suddenly got to her feet, walked to the door and opened it through which Melanie could see a staircase. "Shall we?"

Melanie took a deep breath and followed the woman as she made her way upstairs.


Part 3.

Upstairs was a tasteful, but sparsely furnished spare bedroom. Against the far wall, under an old fashioned single, cross framed window, was a single bed. To the right was what appeared to be an old wooden double desk, and in the centre of the room was a matching chair that once again reminded Melanie of her naughty adventures in fifth form which always ended with her nursing a sore bottom. She stood in the doorway feeling that awful but wantonly exciting tingle in her stomach as she watched Miss Winters go over to the desk and take out a large black bag.

Melanie felt her bottom twitch. What had she said again?

"From the moment you enter this room you will call me Miss Winters," said her client. "Do you understand, Melanie?"

Melanie had nodded. "Ummm, yes Miss Winters."

"The reason for your punishment shall be one which I shall wander upon at my leisure as our little game progresses. I feel the anticipation of the unexpected is much more exciting, don't you?" she asked.

Still standing in the doorway, Melanie frowned because whatever the reason the other woman came up with, it would end as it always did with her having a scorching hot bot that would be sore and bruised for days. Taking a deep breath, she went over to stand in front of "Miss Winters" who was now sat on the chair wondering what the next half hour or so would bring..


Shrugging off her blouse, Melanie stood before her punisher in nothing other than her whispy white bra, matching stretched knickers, stockings and suspenders. This was her first female on female encounter and she felt, well, just how exactly did she feel? To her immediate surprise, she was tingling from head to toe in anticipation and was a tembling blancmonge of moist fruitiness!! She could definitely get used to this.

Miss Winters sat looking her up and down. Melanie wondered what the "excuse" would be for her spanking and whatever. Maybe she would be the naughty schoolgirl caught snogging behind the bike sheds or a temp who happened to send an important package to Timbuktoo by mistake and now it was take a thorough thrashing from her butch supervisor or else get the sack instead. Just your bona fide every day roleplay scenario. Such musings were about to disappear in a spectacular poof though...

"So Sykes," said Miss Winters tartly. "Just how big was his cock?"

Melanie felt her mouth drop open in surprise. What? "What?"

"You heard me girl," said the other woman sternly. "I asked you how big his cock was. Are you going to tell me or not?"

His cock? WHO'S cock? "Ummm, I'm not er ummmm sure I.... er understand." Melanie mumbled. She must appear beetroot from head to toe. Crikey, talk about expecting the unexpected. What had one of the Agency girls said to her again? Never underestimate the imagination and being able to think on your feet. Boy, she had that right. Melanie bit her lip. What had she expected? Why should a female client be any different in their reasons and desires than a male one. Past boyfriends always had problems keeping up with her own imagination!!

Miss Winters sighed. "Get across my lap, Sykes."

Melanie reached around and cupped both her full bottom cheeks. Here we go girls. She stepped to Miss Winters right side and let the other woman guide her over her lap. With a soft grunt, Melanie felt herself being bumped and maneuveerd into the most helpless position imaginable - with her knickered bum sticking right up in the air!! Her bum was so high, her nose was practically touching the carpet at the other end. She felt a firm hand laid on her bottom and waited.

"I know all about you and that lout from the Warehouse." said Miss Winters. "Murphy I think his name is. A time waster and slacker from all accounts. You know the rules, Sykes. No cock sucking at work!!"

Melanie bit her lip to stop her bursting out laughing. Murphy? She sucked his cock and it was against the rules? " did you find out?" she sniffed.

"Grapevine, Sykes. Grapevine. If so much as a paperclip goes missing in this place I'd get to know about it."

Melanie felt her knickers being tugged up so that the thin gusset disappeared between the cheeks of her arse. "I didn't know," Melanie paused, feeling the rush of heat at what she was going to say next wash over her. The thrill of thinking and saying such naughty things. "Ummm, that ummmm sucking cock was against the rules." She embelished the story some more. "I mean, I couldn't resist doing it. It was a very juicy cock to suck."

CRACK!! Melanie yelped at the first spank. "OOoooooooo, yeowch." she mumbled as she wriggled her hips. The sting was nice.

"A juicy cock or not," said Miss Winters. "It is against the rules to suck it. So now you must pay the consequences of your actions. I asked you once - how big was his cock? Are you going to answer me or not?"

Melanie twiddled her nose. "Well, seeing as I didn't have anything to measure it with, I'll have to have a guess. Let me think now, oooh, I'd say it must have been all of ten inches long and as fat as a tin of beans!!"

SMACK!! "OwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwCHHHHHHH!!" Oh wow, now that one stung. Blimey, she had a hard hand. "Hmmmm please, Miss Winters. That hurt my poor bum."

"It was meant to hurt girl." she replied. "Ten inches you say? Well, the rules state that for every inch you shall receive ten good hard and firm spanks followed by twenty lashes of the office tawse. Do you understand?"

Somewhere south, Melanie mumbled. One hundred spanks followed by a leathering. Followed by....goodness knows what else. "Yes Miss Winters." whispered Melanie. SLAP!! "AAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaoooo!!!!!"

The spanking that followed was as erotically and painfully thrilling as anything she had ever experienced - and then some.


Her bottom felt twice it's normal size as she lay exhausted and glowingly satisfied over the womans lap. One hundered spanks she was told she was going to get, and one hundred spanks was what she got!! The throbbing was delicious. She was also as horny as hell.

Whatever was coming next, she was more than ready for.

"Alright Sykes, get up, remove your knickers and kneel on the chair with your bottom stuck out." Miss Winters ordered.

Melanie struggled to her feet and stood for a moment massaging her burnt bumpers. Blimey, it even FELT hot. She glanced at her client who had gone over to the desk to get something from the bag. She quickly slipped off her knickers and stepped out of them. Instinctively, she crossed her hands over her shaven pussy. The tinge of embarrassment making her face as red as her bottom. Thrillingly awkward was the best way to put it. To be naked and sexually aroused in front of another woman was a situation she never thought she'd find herself in. But here she was. And she was loving it!! She glanced up as Miss Winters came to stand in front of her. In her right hand was a fearsome looking tawse. Her other hand was behind her back - hiding something.

"Remove your tits from your bra, Sykes."

Melanie blinked. "Excuse me?"

Miss Winters poked the tawse handle at the younger woman's impressive bust. "I said, pull those big tits of yours out of their cups and let them hang over the top of your bra. Like the brazen little cock sucking slut you are."

Melanie blushed even more. "S...ser...slut?"

"Yes, slut." said the woman. "Isn't that what you are? A dirty little whore who likes nothing more than giving disgusting blow jobs to every Tom, Dick and Harry she meets. I wouldn't be surprised if you enjoyed sucking out their creamy spunk and swallowing it when they cum. Isn't that right?"

Melanie nodded sheepishly. It DID taste tasty.

"What about up your bottom?"

"My...bottom?" Melanie felt her ears burning. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest as she lifted out each full breast to let it flop erotically over the rim of each bra cup.

Miss Winters teased each nipple with the handle. "Arse, my dear. Do you let him fuck you up your arse?"

Melanie didn't have to pretend on that score. She and her various boyfriends had done that deed plenty of times. Maybe the whole loving "taking it up the bum" was a symptom of her spanking thang.

"Sometimes." she conceded. "When I'm really turned on."

Miss Winters nodded triumphantly. "I thought so. You little cock sucking, arse shagging tramp. Kneel on the chair and stick that naughty bottom of yours right up. You're going to get a right thrashing from my tawse."

Doing as she was told, Melanie hesitantly kneeled on the wooden chair and stuck her posterior up as far as it would go. Even though she loved getting a proper spanking, she absolutely LOVED getting whipped with anything leather. The feel of leather on her sore bottom was absolutely heaven - and she couldn't wait.

But wait she would have to...


Miss Winters stood in front of a submissive Melanie Sykes as she knelt on the chair and removed her left hand from behind her back.

Melanie gasped as she saw what her client was holding. It was a HUGE and LONG multi-sphered butt plug!!!!!

"Huhhhhhhhh, what.." gulped Melanie. "Wh what are you going to do with that thing?" Now that was just about the dumbest question ever asked she thought to herself. Of course she knew what she was going to do with that thing.

Miss Winters bent forward until they were practically touching noses. "My dear, I am going to shove this wonderful contraption so far up that tight little arsehole of yours you'll hear bells ringing. Now then, reach behind yourself and pull those well spanked bottom cheeks apart so I can get at your special little place and put a dollop of cream on it."

Oh WOW. Melanie did as she was told and squeaked when she felt the cold splodge of lubrication being squidged around her twitching anus. She turned and looked over her shoulder as Miss Winters held the knobbly plastic butt plug in her hand for her to see. "Ooooo Miss Winters, that looks ever so big. Please be careful when you push it in. I've never had something so big up there!!"

Melanie yelped as she felt the first - and smallest - little globe being inserted up her poop chute. It disappeared with a soft pop and the larger next was immediately being fed into the slot. Squeezing her eyes shut, Melanie bore the insertion with hyper charged stoicism until the ten inch long sex toy was fully inserted with just a loop of string peeking out. Melanie felt like she had steam coming out of her ears and was leaking a river from her over charged cunt. Any second now, when she got the first swat from the tawse, she was going to go off like the proverbial fucking rocket.



She was right.


An hour so so later, Melanie found herself staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her face was flushed and she felt absolutely alive and wonderful. Now THAT had been a session to remember. Her gaze dropped to her lips. Those cock sucking - pussy munching - beaver licking lips. The taste of the other woman was there still and lingered. Different but familiar somehow. Her breasts were still sore and her nipples a pinched spectrum of nibbled agony. Her sated pussy still felt the swollen insertion of various sized sex toys that had been vigourously, yet lovingly, inserted into her venus and each of which had brought her to another submissively shuddering climax. Miss Winters had certainly been the dominant partner in this sex session.

Running the cold tap, she took a hand cloth and soaked it. Turning around so that her bottom faced the mirror, she gasped for the criss cross of leather welts was all too obvious from her tawse thrashing. A proper thrashing. No need for secret words. Just grit your teeth and let the pain and ecstacy wash over in wave after sweet wave. She carefully rubbed the cloth over her bottom to soothe the dull ache before she got dressed.

"Are you alright, Melanie?" said a voice behind her.

It was Charlie.

"Oh yes." smiled Melanie as she took a towel and dried herself off. "Just a bit surprised I guess. That was the best session ever."

"I'm glad. I wasn't sure how far I should go."

"Go?" asked Melanie as she slipped on her blouse.

The older woman shrugged and looked a bit bashful. "Well, you know. With my imagination. You were the first I've ah ever done it with."

"First?" said Melanie. "I was your first?"

Charlie nodded. "Well, the first where I've done what I really wanted to do. For real, I mean. Those secret dreams. The things you think about when no one is looking as it were. Does that make sense?"

Melanie came across and kissed her on the lips. A lingering kiss. "Oh yes, I do understand. It's why I joined the Spanking Agency. To make those dreams a reality. Both mine and whoever I meet. I hope I made those dreams of yours come true."

Charlie gave her a hug. "Oh you did." she sighed. "You did."

Melanie walked downstairs to the hall. At the front door, she paused next to a small table with a phone and notebook on it. Picking up a pen, she opened the notebook and scribbled something on it. Tearing out the page, she handed it to Charlie. "My personal number. If you want to see me again you don't have to ask the Agency." she smiled.

They kissed briefly before parting.


Walking into the Agency reception, Melanie saw a group of girls gathered together whispering to each other. In the middle was Dolly, the Agency secretary, who was trying so very hard not to giggle when she saw her approaching. Melanie smiled inside. "The little minx." she thought. "I'm going to show you."

"Melanie!" exclaimed Dolly, rushing from behind her desk to give her friend a hug. "How are you? I'm so happy you're back. What happened? How did it go? Did you have ah er," she bit her lip. "Nice time with your er client?" She turned and practically winked at the other women who were watching and grinning knowingly.

Melanie stepped back and looked at everyone in the room in turn before her gaze returned to Dolly who was obviously enjoying the situation. Suddenly, she put her hands on each side of the secretaries face, held her firm, then planted her lips onto those of the totally startled woman who stood stunned and frozen to the spot as Melanie French kissed her deeply for what seemed a very long time. There was a lip locked smack as she finished the kinky smooch. "Darling, you have no idea how much I have loved today!!!"

With that, she turned and walked out of the room, leaving a stunned silence behind her before she heard everyone burst out laughing and making fun of Dolly. Melanie smiled. Yup, today had been a day to remember. It might even have been the beginning of something very special indeed.

The End.



The Spanking Agency. Bottoms for Hire.
More great stories from the Agency coming soon.


No comments:

Post a comment