Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (01) Legally Binding

 

Fifty year old Yvonne Makin is a former masseur who along with her husband Clive ran a small country Spa Hotel in the village of Pangmere on the Finchbottom road and they were doing very nicely thank you, or so she thought.

However after her husband’s death she realised that the business she thought was thriving was in fact in dire straits.

As a result she was faced with some very hard choices to make, sell up, sell out or change direction.

She was a small dark haired woman who had maintained her figure well over the years, and was still considered attractive, but the strain of trying to keep the business afloat was beginning to tell.

She had bags under her eyes and was losing weight she could ill afford to lose and her once chestnut hair was streaked with grey.

But finally after weeks of uncertainty and sleepless nights a solution presented itself and that much needed solution eventually came about in a very serendipitous manner.

 

It all happened as a result of Yvonne’s efforts to increase the numbers using the Spa, even a small increase in trade would have been beneficial.

So in an attempt, bordering on desperation, and in order to revive her fortunes, she placed adds in several bridal magazines extolling the benefits of having a hen party at a Spa Hotel, detailing all the treatments, plus a bar and restaurant.

And the response to the ad was even more promising that she could possibly have dreamed of, mainly because she hadn’t even considered that the spa weekend idea would be taken on board by hens and stags alike.

For a while it looked like her idea was truly inspired and verged on the genius and it looked to all the world that it was destined to save the business.

 

Things were going so well, Yvonne had even started sleeping soundly again but then came the weekend when they had a hen party and stag booked in at the same time, even though they were not the two halves of the same wedding, the writing should have been on the wall.     

Yvonne took it in her stride however and with carful management,  both groups appeared to be having a great time and there was no crossover of parties, until that is the quantity of alcohol eroded all inhibitions to such an extent that the libidinous and lascivious urges won out and the lusty room hopping took over.

And it wasn’t just an isolated incident either, it was a case of Stag on Hen, Stag on Stag and Hen on Hen, in fact it had in a very short space of time turned into an anything goes full on orgy.

Even the Groom in waiting was involved and was found tied to a four poster bed, being beaten on the buttocks with ping pong bats by the maid of honour and the bride to be of the other party.

Although the Hen and Stag Spa weekend turned out to be an unmitigated disaster in terms of what it was supposed to be, a great time was had by all, as was one girl in particular, by the name of Kylie.

But far from damaging the Hotels reputation it led to a spate of enquiries from those who were looking for the more exotic off menu activities.

 

So as a result of that mad sex and alcohol fuelled Saturday night Yvonne had the idea to close the traditional loss making Spa Hotel and open the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the more unusual pleasures.  

Massages were still on the menu but always had a “happy ending”

Saunas also still featured in the new regime they were just much steamier.

Some would stay at the Hotel for varying durations while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins.

Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on the erotica express.

 

Many of the staff from the old business stayed on to give the new trade a go, most of them merely continued in their old roles,

Cook’s, laundry staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance staff.

Whereas others chose a career change and stayed on in a different capacity.

For example Howard Dixon, who was a rather ordinary looking forty year old reflexology therapist, who it transpired had a foot fetish which during his work at the spa he was never able to fully act upon.

So for him the change from Spa Hotel to sin palace was manna from heaven and he had managed to turn a hobby into a very lucrative profession.

Yvonne was surprised at the speed at which Howard had built up a regular clientele, she hadn’t fully realised just how many foot freaks there were in Downshire.

 

The surprise package of the transition was Aidan McCauley who was the quiet and unassuming odd job man at the Hotel who would never have said boo to a goose in his old life.

But when Aidan was transformed into his alter ego and he was dressed head to toe in black leather and wearing a heavily studded ski mask, he found his true voice and he could not be silenced.

 

Two other survivors of the old Spa days were the undoubted stars of the infamous Stag/Hen orgy night, who were in fact the bride to be, Cathy Ridge, and her maid of honour, at the wedding that never was, Lucy Thomas, who were now two of her best “performers” in the S and M rooms, where they had access to a lot more than ping pong bats to use in their arsenal.

Callum McDonnell, who was the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, was a gently spoken, good looking and very muscular man who also turned out to be particular well sort after by the punters in the new business, due partly to the fact he was very good looking and fit, but it was much more likely because he was hung like a horse, well maybe not a horse but certainly a decent sized pony.

He was also very popular with the ladies who liked a firm hand as he was extremely well versed in the spanking department as he had hands like shovels.

 

But perhaps the two most versatile of those who had embarked upon a new career choice were Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn, they had formerly worked in the pool and sauna suite but chose to make the change to amongst other things, dominatrix, although not exclusively.

Claire was a skinny and flat chested brunette, and she wore her hair in a pixie cut which worked perfectly with her elfin features.

Kelly on the other hand was more substantially made and had a voluptuous figure, and what Claire called “Lego hair” which was thick and ginger.

They were both 5ft 4 inches tall but Kelly looked taller because of her Lego hair.

As the pair were quite adventurous in their own sex life they were really open to anything, and dabbled in anything and everything and as they were both approaching 30 they were not naïve about the ways of the world, so nothing phased them.

There was one man, a regular visitor, who liked to sit naked on the lavatory, masturbating obviously, as a succession of girls walked into the bathroom pulled down their knickers and pee’d in the bath.

Not that it was just the men that were weird a woman in her sixties liked to lay naked in the empty bath and have Callum urinated on her.

 

Claire and Kelly took pleasure from everything they turned their hand to and one of the bonuses, other than the fact they got horny a lot, was that they didn’t need to be nice to any of them in fact you could be rude to them very rude, in fact in some cases the ruder the better.

But they liked the dominatrix role because they really enjoyed punishing men.

However not that all the customers on the receiving end of a beating  were men it was in fact not far off 50-50 so they got to play with some very pretty women as well.

 

Yvonne Makin didn’t participate in any of the sessions herself, she liked to remain at arm’s length, but she did like to supervise, which she did quite diligently, and she became something of a voyeur over the months and liked to watch events through the two way mirrors and she would sometimes satisfy herself in the darkness.

With business doing so well she no longer suffered sleepless nights through worry, but had many nights where she was sleep deprived because despite being a widow she enjoyed a very heathy sex life with a local Chief Superintendent, Martin Reed, who would pop into the Hotel most nights and pop into Yvonne while her was there and fill her boots.

When it was a Spa Hotel Yvonne and her husband Clive prided themselves on the variety of services and treatments that the Spa could offer.

So when she set up the House of Fun she was determined to adopt the same principles.

The biggest problem was the price list she knew how much the Spa charged for a massage but had no idea what the “happy ending” should cost.

So everyone involved went to on line forums to try and ascertain what the going rate for a spank was, a hand job as well as the more colourful and kinky items.

And after diligent use of the interweb they came up with a basic price list.

 

It turned out to be a very lucrative business indeed and it seemed the weirder the request from a patron was the more she could charge them for it.

Having carte blanche however did not mean that there was an “anything goes” policy there were still plenty of things that were well off menu and deviances that would not be entertained under any circumstance.

Under 18’s were a no no, animals of any description were not permitted on the premises, not even snakes which for some seemed to be a must have for erotica.

One request that was very firmly refused came from a retired high court judge who wanted to lay beneath a glass topped table while a man defecated above it.

 

It wasn’t always about the physical, one ex professional rugby player paid handsomely for the privilege of sniffing the girl’s soiled knickers which had to be stored in Tupperware boxes to keep them “fresh”.

 

An old Shakespearean actor liked watching Claire hovering his room wearing nothing but wellington boots and a retired vicar liked to be walked up and down the corridor wearing a dog collar.

Voyeurism was very popular and some two way mirror were installed in a number of rooms for the peepers.

Although some wanted to be in the room with the couple during the act, that was very expensive, in fact, any request the deviated from the norm was extra and anything that the client “insisted on” doubled or trebled the price.

Some of the request that were made were more bizarre than others and were more akin to “Children in Need” challenges.

A woman having her breast covered in peanut butter or a man having his genitals painted with warm honey.

 

There was also a lot of dressing up involved so they had amassed quite a wardrobe for the punters delight which cost a fortune but if the clients wanted them then they could have them but of course they came at a price, which partly covered the cleaning bill, not all fabrics are wipe clean.

 

A lot of what the staff did was less about sex and more about humiliation, whether it was verbal chastisement, or psychological bullying or actual physical punishment or just being tied up or restrained.

Some of the punishment were bordering on torture for example a university professor enjoyed punishment by Tens machine which involved having the electrodes connected the parts of him that should only feel the tingle of sexual anticipation and not an electric current.

 After the first 12 months the business was really thriving and they had a steady core of regulars and plenty of newbies to keep everyone occupied.

But as well as things were going it wasn’t busy every day, Mondays in particular were normally very quiet and everyone got a bit bored or got down and dirty themselves in a quiet corner.

Yvonne turned a blind eye to the staff having sex on the premises during work hours, after all doing what they did all day, they were bound to get a bit horny.

But as liberal as she was she didn’t encourage sex between her staff and the customers, it certainly wasn’t part of the services on offer.

But if it was mutually desired then that was strictly between the consenting adults involved and nobody else.

 

It was on one quiet Monday in particular when Yvonne walked in to the staff lounge and said

“Right we have a newbie on the way in”

And because it had been so quiet Claire couldn’t volunteer quickly enough

“We’ll do it” she said

“Well you can get her settled into the leather room”

And as soon as Yvonne gave the instruction, Claire and Kelly were on the move.  

Although the leather room sounded quite kinky it was only actually the furniture that was leather and the chairs in there were ideal to be used for gentle restraint and mild chastisement, but it was still a really fun place.

As Claire and Kelly were on the way out Yvonne called after them

“We don’t know whether she’s fish or fowl yet, so Callum might have to do the deed”

 

Daphne Cosquer was an attractive woman, tall and slender, in her early thirties wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles and carried a briefcase.

It was apparent looking at her that she was of mixed race, her height and long slender limbs betrayed her European DNA while the luscious caramel coloured skin and black shinning hair hinted at the long past liaison between Europe and the exotic east.

She was just slipping off her jacket when the girls arrived.

“Hello I’m Claire and this is Kelly”

Daphne turned towards them and offered her hand in greeting

“Daphne Cosquer” she said “I believe I’m expected”

“Yes indeed” Claire said lustfully

“I’m here for a meeting” Daphne added

“Well we are going to take you to the “meeting” room and get you settled” Kelly said

So with pleasantries exchanged Kelly led the way and Claire followed on behind in the wake of her exotic heady fragrance.

 

They went out through the reception door and down along the corridor and Claire followed on mesmerized by Daphne’s form and admiring of its perfection.

As she strode down the corridor behind Kelly, Daphne’s straight black hair cascaded onto her shoulders and danced softly on them in time with her movement.

All though in truth Claire wasn’t looking at her hair, her eyes were all over the girl’s pert rolling buttocks. 

Daphne Cosquer was immaculately dressed in a fitted white silk blouse tucked into the waist of a grey flared skirt, which complemented her slender frame perfectly, her narrow waist and the flaring of her skirt accentuating her hips deliciously.

Her pert round buttocks contained within the tailored skirt were quite hypnotic too and her shapely legs clad in black tights were gorgeous.

They were tights if Claire was not mistaken, it was a shame it wasn’t stockings, Claire liked stockings and she had always been able to pick out a girl in stockings, it was a knack.

But stockings or tights the ensemble was finished off with four-inch heels which shaped her calves like sculpture and by the time the destination was in reach Claire was quite moist.

“I do hope we get to play with this one” Claire said in her head.

Apart from being gorgeous and well dressed in expensive clothes Daphne also spoke in wonderful plummy tones which was something else that got Claire hot, a combination of the two set her on fire.

 

They arrived at their destination which was to all intents and purposes a small meeting room, very plush with warm wood paneling and leather upholstery but it was a meeting room all the same.

“Here we are” Kelly said and took the briefcase off her and placed it on the desk.

Claire closed the door behind them and took Daphne by the elbow and said “let’s get you ready for your meeting then”

 

Five minutes after they had arrived in the leather room, Daphne was being bent forward over a leather arm chair.

“Will it be uncomfortable?” she asked as the two girls tipped her forwards over the back of the leather chair so that she pivoted on it at the waist.

“No it will be fine” Claire replied as she winked at Kelly.

Kelly then tied her wrists to the chairs front legs with silk ropes.

While Claire was at the back of the Chair admiring her magnificent long stocking clad legs which were left dangling over the chair back, which despite the fact they were so long, didn’t quite reach the floor.

She slipped off Daphne’s 4 inch heeled shoes and discarded them and then she tied her legs, one at a time, to the chairs back legs, resulting in the restriction of her movement significantly.

The two girls stood back to admire their handiwork and looked proudly at Daphne bent over the upholstery.

“That isn’t too uncomfortable” Daphne said

“Good” Claire said

“Well I think I’ve had enough now though” she said

“Nonsense” Kelly said “We haven’t even started yet”

“What do you mean?” Daphne asked with real alarm in her voice

“I’m not a customer, I’m only here for a meeting”

“Don’t be silly” Claire said “it’s only cold feet”

“No really” she said

“You’ll love it” Claire said and lifted Daphne’s skirt up as far as her waist

“What are you doing?” she screamed “Stop” 

“I’m afraid that’s not going to happen” Kelly said and yanked her tights and knickers off her gorgeous arse in one deft movement.

 

“I’m not a customer” Daphne exclaimed “I’m only here for a meeting”

“Don’t be silly” Claire said “it’s only cold feet”

“No really” she said

“You’ll love it” Claire said and lifted Daphne’s skirt up as far as her waist

“What are you doing?” she screamed “Stop” 

“I’m afraid that’s not going to happen” Kelly said and yanked her tights and knickers off her gorgeous arse in one deft movement.

“Oh my God, what is wrong with you two?” Daphne screamed “untie me right now”

“Oh stop being such a baby” Kelly snapped and unzipped her skirt and tugged her White silk blouse from the waistband.

“Please stop” she begged

“Daphne you are going to love it” Kelly reassured her

“But I keep telling you I’m not a customer” she shouted

“I really am here for a meeting”

“Oh do shut up now” Kelly snapped and slapped her bare arse really hard.

She had done it as hard as she could, because she had noticed the way Claire looked at her as she yanked down her knickers and tights, it was obvious to her the she found Daphne hot and she was jealous.

“Ow” Daphne exclaimed

“Right let’s get this off” Kelly said and reached around her to unbutton her white silk blouse and then pulled it over her head and as far down her arms as it would reach all accomplished without a single word of protest.

Then Claire unhooked her bra to release her not unsubstantial breasts which hung down delightfully, lusciously tipped with large chocolate coloured nipples which Claire found almost irresistible.

She was just about to grope one of them when Kelly slapped at her hand, Kelly then walked around to Daphne’s rear end.

The slap that she had delivered had made a very satisfactory sound to her ears and left a lovely bright red handprint on the caramel colored buttock.

And then just for the sheer fun of it she slapped the other cheek equally hard.

“Ow” Daphne exclaimed again “are you punishing me?”

“Do you deserve to be punished?” Claire asked hopefully

 “Yes I do” Daphne replied and giggled “you should punish me”

“Oh really?” Kelly asked

“Yes” she replied “I’m a really naughty girl”

“You soon changed your tune” Kelly said and slapped her arse again

“Oh that was nice” Daphne said “do it again?”

And then Claire joined in and slapped her other cheek but she left her hand on Daphne’s buttock slightly too long for Kelly’s taste so she glared at Claire and slapped Daphne again

“Oh yes I’m so naughty, do it harder” Daphne screamed “Do it harder?”

“Oh so you want it harder perhaps we’re not strong enough for you Miss Snooty” Kelly retorted and continued in a baby voice “would you like us to get a big strong man to spank your little brown bottie?”

“Oh yes do that” she cried “get me a big strong man, with big strong hands”

“Ok then we will get you a man” Kelly said

“Come on Claire”

Kelly headed straight for the door but Claire was a little reluctant and followed on slowly looking back wistfully at the figure sluttishly draped over the chair back, with her knickers and tights around her knees and her slightly blemished caramel coloured buttocks and just a hint of black pubic hair on display.  

Kelly headed straight for the door but Claire was a little reluctant and followed on slowly looking back wistfully at the figure sluttishly draped over the chair back, with her knickers and tights around her knees and her slightly blemished caramel coloured buttocks and just a hint of black pubic hair on display.  

“Bye Daphne” Claire sighed as she said goodbye to the knicker wetting view.

As she went out the door and committed the image to her wank bank.

Closing the door behind her she trotted after Kelly who possessed the only piece of arse she was going get any time soon.

 

When they reached the staff lounge again they found Callum slouched on the sofa watching TV

“Girl in the leather room Cal, she’s all yours” Claire said

“Ok what’s she in for?” he asked “Just a spank or a spank and wank?”

“Just give her everything you’ve got big boy” Kelly said

 

As he walked into the leather room he was greeted by the sight of the posh piece of tottie tied over an armchair with everything very much on display and he found himself instantly aroused.

“Well what have we here?” he said rubbing himself

“You must have been a very very naughty girl”

“Yes I have” she admitted proudly

He walked towards her rear aspect and due to his arousal and his generous endowment he found it quite uncomfortable.

So as his instructions were to give her everything he had he saw no reason to keep his cock trousered a moment longer than he had too, so he undressed.

When he reached her he looked at delicious round arse dressed with the distinct bloom were small hands had spanked her, he thought the bloom would be considerable deeper after his big hands had been deployed.

“So what do we do with a naughty girl?”

“You spank her” she squealed excitedly “You spank her hard”

“Yes I do” he said and gave her two firm slaps on each cheek with his shovel like hands and she wriggled and squealed.

He decided to leave her magnificent arse alone and wait to see the evidence of his punishment before he gave her any more.

He feasted his eyes on her full breasts which hung down delightfully, lusciously tipped with large aroused chocolate colored nipples.

He stood in front of her as her head went from side to side seeking him out but her vision was obscure by her lustrous black hair.

He stepped to the side and scooped up her unruly locks and tied them roughly at her nape.

It wasn’t the neatest job but it would serve a purpose.

Callum return to his previous location and she could now see him, all of him.

He lifted her head up so he could see her face but her eyes were firmly fixed on his cock.

“Oh so that’s what you’re interested in is it?” he asked but she didn’t answer

He was standing about two feet away from her but his cock was nearer.

“Do you want a closer look?” he asked and she nodded

Callum was standing in front of Daphne about two feet away from her but his cock was nearer.

“Do you want a closer look?” he asked and she nodded

So he slowly moved closer to her inch by tantalizing inch, and as it got close to her face, her mouth opened invitingly

“So you want it in there do you?”

“Yes” she grunted without closing her mouth

So he inched further forward until he was in her mouth and the moment it touched her lips she took over.

She only had free use of her head but that was clearly enough.

And when his cock was well and truly in her mouth he said

“You really are a naughty girl”

She would have nodded in agreement but her head was already nodding.

 

After Callum had left the girls alone in the lounge Claire immediately leapt at Kelly and pushed her onto the couch.

“I’m so horny” she said and her hand went straight up Kelly’s skirt and yanked her knickers off.

“You’d better get your off then” Kelly said

“I already did” she replied and lifted up her skirt to provide the evidence.

“You dirty little cow” she said “come here”

 

The girls were laying on the sofa noshing each other in a classic 69 pose when they were disturbed,

“I thought I asked you two to settle the newbie in the leather room”

Yvonne said

“We did” Kelly said as she peered up from beneath Claire’s thighs

“I don’t think so” Yvonne insisted

“We definitely did” Claire said briefly lifting her head up from Kelly’s minge

“Then why is she still sitting patiently in reception?” she asked

“Um” Claire said as the two girls extricated themselves from their intimate repose “that’s not possible, we left her tied up and stripped down ready for action”

“We even gave her a bit of a spanking” Kelly said

Yvonne went to speak but then a thought crossed her mind.

“The woman that you took to the leather room, what did she look like?”

“Tall” Kelly said

“Very pretty” Claire added

“Lovely long legs” Kelly said

“Fabulous arse” Claire recalled which provoked a glare from Kelly

“And big tits” she added and Kelly slapped her arm.

“Was her name Daphne Cosquer?” Yvonne asked and held her breath

“Yes” Kelly said “A proper posh bird”

“Oh God” She said and plopped down on an armchair and put her head in her hands

“What’s the matter boss?” Kelly asked

“She’s not a punter she’s a solicitor representing a very prestigious firm that I’m hoping will take us on as a client” Yvonne explained

“Oh no” Claire exclaimed “she kept saying she was only here for a meeting”

“We thought it was just part of her fantasy” Kelly said “And slapped her some more”

Yvonne lifted her head from her hands and said

“So if she’s tied up in the leather room then why were you two in here noshing each other?” she asked

“Because she wanted a man” Claire said failing to keep the disappointment from her voice

“So we sent Callum to finish her off” Kelly said

“Oh shit” Yvonne said and shot up and ran for the door

“What’s wrong?” Kelly said as she and Claire ran after her.

 

When they reached the door to the leather room the girls hung back in the corridor as Yvonne quietly opened the door and peered in.

Then her shoulders slumped and she closed the door again.

“Is he in there?” Kelly asked

“It’s worse than that girls” Yvonne replied “he’s in Daphne”

“Oh shit” Claire exclaimed

 

Neither Callum nor Daphne heard the door open and close again as he was joyfully plugged into her juicy posh parts while groping her ample tits and she was vociferously receiving him.

It became so frenetic that every time he plunged into her tender loins the chair moved until like a prize bull servicing a heifer he unloaded into her and she screamed.

 

Daphne entered Yvonne’s office very gingerly looking disheveled, flushed and strained and carrying her four inch heels.

There was a pronounced dark patch on her skirt, probably ejaculate, and a large ladder in her black tights and her hair looked like it was the result of being dragged through a hedge backwards.

“Miss Cosquer” Yvonne said getting up from her chair “I can’t apologize enough for the misunderstanding”

She didn’t respond other than to offer a weak smile

“Please sit” she said and watched as Daphne settled herself gently in a chair and winced.

“I…” Yvonne began but Daphne over spoke her

“Please don’t apologize to me anymore” she said flatly

“I came here today as a highly respected professional in my field, and instead of having the expected meeting I found myself thoroughly used and abused”

“I…” Yvonne began again but again she was prevented

“I had thought that after one meeting and a brief tour of the facilities I would be able to rubber stamp the business as clean and sound” she said and left Yvonne crestfallen and then added

“Instead I find that I will have to insist on further tours of the facilities to review what you have to offer while my recommendation to the partners goes through”

“What?” Yvonne said not believing her ears

“Is that going to be an issue?” Daphne asked

“No that won’t be a problem at all” she replied “would that be a weekly review?”

“Oh God yes I couldn’t manage more than that” she said letting her polished façade down momentarily “Due to my very busy schedule of course”

“I understand” Yvonne said

And so the meeting was concluded satisfactorily and Daphne Cosquer certainly walked out of the office as if there had been some considerable satisfaction.