Spanking Story: The Spanking Agency #8 - The Interview.

Scenario: A series of episodes based around the idea of a special escort agency set up by a woman called Molly Malone and the spanking adventures of the girls who work for her.

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High summer and the air simmered gently as the sun sat lazy in the sky peeking in through the blinds of Molly Malone's office as she interviewed the, potentually, newest recruit for her Spanking Agency. A 50 year old gentleman by the name of Bernard Bertram Bigglesworth the Third who sat opposite her in an outfit that made him look like he had just walked out of a 1950's catalogue and who was the bearer of a smart slicked back grey quiff and a bushy moustache that made him look even more like he came from another era.  Molly smiled as she listened to his lyrical tones and the way he made each word sound like a story in itself. The man was an out and out charmer.

"...oh crikey," he said thoughtfully. "Forever and a day I suppose. The Mater and Pater were brought up religious and strict so it was only natural that they did the same with the six of us. Myself and five sisters that is. Any misdemeanour or hint of mischief was met with the strap which hung by a hook on the back of the pantry door. Many a time I would come home to find an elder sibling yelling blue murder bent over a fireside chair as Mater strapped seven bells out of her bare bottom. I suppose that's where the seed was sown for this sort of thing."


Molly glanced down at his resume. "A teacher then a Headmaster?"

Spanking Story: Rosie Dixon - Spanked Nurse

 Authors Note: "Isn't it amazing what you find when looking through an old hard drive. I discovered this story about Rosie Dixon!! Blimey, this was one of my very first stories I wrote years ago. I had completely forgot about it until this morning. So here it is. I think its a fun story. Its a bit rough and ready with my punctuation all over the place but I do hope you enjoy reading it. Ian."

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Slipping his fingers into the waistband of her white knickers, he began to tug them down over the cheeks of her fat bum which were still throbbing smartly after the first few spanks her had given her over her underwear.

"Oh..hmmmmmmmmm must you?" sighed the blonde haired girl as she lay over his lap wriggling slightly as his warm hand grazed a particularly sore spot on her upthrust behind.

"Fraid so petal. Remember, its intended to be a punishment to teach you not to be so forgetful in future isn't it?" he replied starkly as the full bulging expanse of her arse popped into view.

"Oh well, s'ppose so, I guess." she sniffed, wishing she wasn't so scatterbrained with her money for look where it had got her........about to be spanked!!

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"Brrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!" shivered Rosie standing in the lobby to the block of flats where she and the other Nurses lived as she shook out her black umbrella sending raindrops flying everywhere. The building, a grey concrete tower, five stories high with around ten individual apartments was situated just across the road from the Royal Victoria Hospital and so was popular with those that worked there. At the sound of her moaning a head popped itself out of the "Enquiries" window as she folded her brolly, wincing as she started to undo the buttons on her bright yellow raincoat.


It was Mr Hardy. Her landlord.


"Hello petal, raining hard?" he smiled as she looked down at the puddle forming round her feet and groaned.


"Its bloomin' tipping it down outside Mr H so it is, oh bugger I'm wet through!!" she sighed slipping off her waterproof to leave her standing shivering in her rather tight white uniform. Watching keenly as she tottered around, Mr H stuck out his tongue and licked his nose as she bent over at the waist trying to straighten her white stockings and giving him a first class view of her rather large white covered bum sticking up at him.

"By gum....." he muttered to himself, smiling innocently as she straightened up and came to stand before him as he looked out through his office window. One thing twenty-four year old Miss Dixon was not and that was lacking in the "well-stacked in all the right places" department for she filled out her uniform with a kind of innocent "umphhhhh" that whenever he saw her had him walking around with a hard-on for the rest of the bloody day!!

"Hard day luv?" he asked trying hard not to stare like a dirty old man.

"Hmmm hmmm, I was on bed bath duty today...blecchhh, never seen so many randy old men Mr H, it was like privates on parade. I tell you Mr H, I didn't know where to look half the time aaaaaaand even some of the buggers offered is money to..to...well, you know." she stuttered to a blushing halt as her landlord bit his lip trying not to laugh at the disgusted look on her pretty young face.

He could just about picture all those old codgers lying in bed when in walked Nurse Dixon with her soap, water and sponge. "Hello Mr So and so...would you like me to give you a bath this morning?" Hah, bet they all thought Christmas had come early the lucky devils!!


"Best get yourself upstairs and dry off before you catch yer death of cold Rosie." he smiled as she reached up to untangle the tats in her long hair, just as he was about to return to his desk a thought occurred to him as he watched the sway of her arse as she made her way to the lift.


"Oh nearly forgot pet, remember its that time of the month again oky-dky?" he called after her as the doors shwooshed open and she stepped in. Rosie blushed and gave him a weak smile.


"Oh crumbs," she thought to herself as the lift shuddered its way up to her 4th floor flat."...the rent!!"


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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...

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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.”

 

Spanking Story: The Winner Takes it All

"Joe," pleaded Jenny as she tried to tug her hand free of his firm grip. "Be reasonable. It wasn't my fault!!"

Her fiance ignored her and dragged her into the bedroom. When she resisted at the door, he gave her a firm tug which made her stumble forward onto their double bed. This time there was going to be no arguments, no escaping consequences, and definitely no post punishment moods. Nope, this time, he was going to cane her pert little bottom then he was going to make her do what she had always been reluctant to do.


Not listening." he said as he locked the door then stood with his back to it.

Jenny scrambled to the other side of the bed and stood facing her soon to be husband. What was he going to do now? She sniffed feeling affronted, miffed, angry and nervous all rolled into one. It so wasn't definitely absolutely NOT her fault that she had forgotten to do what he told her to do. He sure looked determined. She swallowed hard.


They'd been together a mere six months and she was beginning to realise her man had serious bossy boots issues, which was sort of a problem because she was more stubborn and headstrong than him! Just why did he have to be so right for her?! She glanced at the crotch of his jeans. Apart from that silly. Though THAT was definitely a bonus, it was his all round yumminess which she loved about him. He did have his faults and she shivered for she knew he was about to show her what one of those faults were.

What would it be this time?

She figured he had a sliding scale of "Jenny's Boo Boo's" that he referred to when needed. Which she realised was becoming more and more regular the longer their relationship went on. Instinctively, both hands crept around and grabbed each full bum cheek which were clothed in a tight white pair of panties beneath a full pleated summer skirt. The scale so far had been spanking, slippering, belting and strapping - all suffered under duress but always with a tingle at the end. To think he wanted to make love straight after he had given her a sore bum. The nerve of the man! But today's little mishap went far beyond anything that she had done before. Think worst case scenario and double it. That meant only one thing..

"Fetch the cane, Jenny." he told her.

Oh no!! She stood fiddling and twisting on the spot. Her pretty faced screwed up in imagined pain and she pouted as she tried to wheedle her way out of this new punishment. When he had brought a bundle of canes back from the DIY store she thought they were for his tomatoes!! Boy, was she wrong.


When he had laid the strap, the belt and his slipper on the bed one morning and told her what they were for she could only stand there open mouthed and wonder what on earth had gotten into him. When he snapped his fingers and said, "Oops, forgot something." and then went to the cupboard and took out one of those canes she wondered if she really knew him at all. "For when you're really really bad, Jenny." he warned her as he bent the wood into a rainbow shaped arc between his hands.

And what had she replied? Had she told him if he so much as pointed that thing at her she would run a mile? Nope. Call the police? Nope. All she had done was stand there looking at him with wide eyes and muttered "Then I shall have to be a very very good girl all the time then, won't I.."

There was less chance of that than the moon being made out of cheeze.

 

Spanking Story: Like Mother Like Daughter

It was late one winter's Wednesday evening when the phone rang at Mrs Bentley's thatched roof cottage. Constance Bentley, a slim, well proportioned lady in her late 50's and recently divorced from her slapdash of a husband Bruce of some 25 years put aside her sewing and went to answer it. It was her daughter, Abigail, on the other end of the line sounding, well, quite upset by all accounts. Constance was a little shocked as to be expected. "Abigail dear," she asked concerned, "Whatever is the matter ?!"

Her daughter took after her both in good looks and deportment. Even though she was dark and her daughter blonde. Her daughter was also a headstrong girl of nineteen who had been married to George, a city broker, for some 3 months and they had moved into a large stately home nearby thankfully. It sounded like her precious pumpkin was crying. What on earth had happened ? Had there been an accident ? Was she alright ? She clutched the phone closer to her ear and listened as her daughter spoke. "M..mer..Mummy, c..can you you come round quickly. I....that is, George wants to...wants to speak to you right this m..mer minute...please Mummy." whimpered her daughter sniffily.

Where her daughter was concerned nothing was too good. "Of course dear, I shall get my coat and be there forthwith. Don't cry pumpkin, I'm sure whatever the problem is we can sort it out. Leave the backdoor on the latch and I'll be there in about 5 minutes. Is that husband of yours home from work yet ?" There was a pause.

"Y..yes Mummy, he's right here....waiting for you." she finished enigmatically.

Constance frowned. She didn't know what to make of that. Perhap's they'd had an argument. "Well, can't stand around thinking about it." she thought to herself. If that oaf of a husband has been upsetting her pride and joy there'd be hell to pay. "I'm on my way sweetie, won't be long...."

Spanking Story: When A Spanking Isn't Enough

It was a warm spring day that found yours truly with a day off from the daily grind idly wandering between the shelves of an old backstreet city bookshop that bore the quaint name of "Books ‘R’ Us ". Wandering just about summed it up. That’s the problem with days off work, you invariably find yourself at a loss, bored rigid and wishing you were really back at work so you wouldn't be bored on your day off.

Anyway, I really needed something to take my mind off life, the universe and everything since my last would -be-forever relationship had walked out spectacularly a week ago.

I was probably feeling sorry for myself and now bereft of regular bonking it felt like my scrotum was dragging on the floor. My lack of an emotional and sexual outlet had come about suddenly during a heated row about something I forget with a hysterical Cybil, a drama queen if ever there was one, running round our/now my flat screaming blue murder that I was, to quote delicately, "Uptight, bloody boring and useless in bed!!"

Oh ouch, is that all. Spare my feelings why don't you. At the time that hurt more than I was willing to admit, even if there was more than a grain of truth to it.

As she threw her things in her suitcase, and I stood there like a stuttering idiot, she reached the door and delivered her coup de gras "And you've got a tiny dick too!!" SLAM.

With that, Cybil, the bitch queen from hell, left my life. I stood there stunned for a second watching in the third person as my whole existence went down the proverbial toilet. As things unravelled, I walked to the window and happened to glance out just in time to see a flash blue convertible pull up and Cybil, my Cybil, throw her suitcase into the back and jump in next to a grease ball with slicked black hair and sporting a pair of cool looking shades.

My nice, cosy, humdrum life that had deflated like a lead balloon suddenly went pop.

Why that conniving, lying, two faced little slut !!

In a sudden flash of angered inspiration I flung my window wide open and shouted to the two figures lipo-sucking below "AND YOU'RE A CRAP COCKSUCKER TOO !!" before slamming it shut again enjoying her new beau's rather startled double take no doubt wondering where that rather despiriting bit of information had come from. Despite knowing it was a complete lie, Cybil could suck a golf ball through a straw and make me whimper like a little pup, it made me feel better…..a little.

So here I was, single, sexless and bored browsing in a backstreet bookshop trying to keep my mind off where the hell my next shag was going to come from when an angel spoke to me.

"He's good isn't he ?" said a soft feminine voice from somewhere behind my left shoulder.

Jumping slightly, I turned to find myself staring open mouthed at a young woman of, say, 20 years with dusky blonde straight hair reaching just past her slim shoulders, a figure that was hidden behind sensible clothes consisting of a white blouse, a dark black skirt, legs in black tights and a pair of scuffed low heeled black shoes. She had a pixieish face that tapered into a cutish small chin and was wearing owl like spectacles behind which a pair of wide green eyes twinkled at my confused and blushing state.

Whoa, holy shit. As usual in first meetings with the opposite sex my mind went walkabout as it scrambled around trying to think of something sensible to say. Involuntary, my eyes dropped to the dark divide which peeked alarmingly from the open neck of her blouse which hinted at a pair of breasts that would make Dolly Parton feel inadequate.

Noticing my eyes popping she just smiled a lovely smile.

And those lips. The thought of those slipping slowly over my pecker end, down to my short and curlies before drawing back up with an obscenely sucking pop made me feel like I'd just eating a hot chillie whole. Oh my, where the hell have you been in my life ? Do you want to have my babies? Why'd I have to go through dispiriting relationships with Angela, Lulu, Jenny and finally that slut from hell, Cybil, to get to you? I stood there still mute, doing my best Goofy impersonation with the book clutched to my chest.

"Who ?" was the best I could come up with. Shit Henry, get with the program. I lifted the book and looked at the cover. "Oh Baxter, y..yes very. You a fan?" I finished lamely as she tilted her head to one side as if considering the gibbering wreck in front of her. I'd begun to notice things, little things, like the faint spray of freckles across the bridge of her nose. The fine arch of slightly darker eyelashes. The way she "ummmed" before saying anything and, with a twinge of relief, no rings on her fingers.

It was then I also realised she was pulling a wooden trolley stacked with new paperbacks behind her. "Oh, you er work here ?" I asked.

She turned and picked up a few books in her slim hand. "Ummm huh. Nearly 3 months now. I'm on my gap year at Uni. Figured I needed to earn some money to help pay off my debts and keep the landlord off my back, literally!!" she laughed, with more than a hint of irony. She even turned a delightful shade of pink.

I wanted to beat her landlord senseless and shake his hand for having exquisite taste at the same time. My eyebrows rose at her comment.

She just waved her hand. "Kidding," she grinned. "He's ummmmmmm like 70. Seriously, it isn't easy being a student these days you know," She nodded at the book in my hand. "Its nice to see someone with good taste. Not everyone's a Tolkien or Star Trek groupie. God knows we get plenty of those in here. I like my science fiction more science than fiction and I just love Stephen Baxter."

Trying to ignore the vision of her being ravished by Klingons, I nodded. "Same here, though some of his stuff is pretty way out. I'm just surprised that a, you…er."

"That a girl like me is into hard science fiction ?" she laughed gently. "Oh ummmm, we're not all obsessed with Mills & Boon you know." she finished, reaching past me to re-stack the shelf with new books.

She had that faint sent of primrose which wafted enticingly under my nose making my toes curl as my eyes caught the subtle shift of her bust under her blouse. She looked well graced in that department. What I wouldn't give to suck on those babies. Nervously, I glanced around wondering why she was talking to me. Perhaps she thought I was a shoplifter or something.

But she seemed content to make small talk and not let our one sided conversation slip away into an awkward silence. Her charm and easy manner dragged me out of my shell and we talked about familiar things like work, interests and, of course, books. She appeared in no rush to end our chat and not in the least bothered that I was obviously a good few years older than her (I'm just 30 and look it).

It then dawned on me that maybe I should ask her out. A date? Oh shit. I could feel my heart thudding at the very thought of asking her. What if she was just doing her job and making small talk to help the time pass? Unsure, I began to "ummm" and "ahhhh" which I always did when I was outside my comfort zone. Right now, I was so far out of it I was on another planet. Good God, you uptight fool, just ask the bloody woman out!!

Just as I had grown a set of major stones she suddenly said, "Ummm, I'm due to finish work in 15 minutes or so and there's a coffee shop just round the corner I usually go to. Ummm, I was wondering if you fancy joining me?"

I was so surprised that it took a while to lift my jaw off the floor and accept her invitation.

With a knowing look, she offered me her free hand. "Hi I'm Rachel by the way."