Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (04) The Customer is Always Right

Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened 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.  

Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”

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

Patrons stayed at the Hotel for varying durations while taking their particular pleasures while other were walk-ins.

Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers in the delights or even one timers but the majority were frequent flyers on Yvonne’s 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 etc. 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 realized just how many foot freaks there were in Downshire.

 

Then there was Callum McDonnell, the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, 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 physically fit, but mainly it was 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.

 

Because he was in such great demand he had made a great deal of money while enjoying himself in the process.

As liberal as Yvonne was and as willing as she was to accommodate the punters requests she didn’t encourage sex between her staff and the customers, it 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 and any financial arrangement made was nothing to do with the House.

 

His popularity brought about a great change in his fortunes and he never turned anyone down even the unpleasant ones.

But he would only have to do it for a short while longer until he paid off his mortgage and then he would pick and choose from his list of clients which ones he would enjoy.

One of those that certainly wouldn’t make the list was Lady Carissa Hamilton-Wilkes, an attractive woman, tall and slender in her early thirties whose beauty was only matched by her arrogance.

 

It was Saturday morning and July had arrived and furthermore it had delivered a very hot day, the hottest day of the year so far and Callum was hot and bothered.

He was in a really bad mood, for several reasons, one of which was because he had a fender bender on his way to work.

This he found particularly irksome, firstly because he had only had the car for three weeks and secondly because it was his fault because his mind was elsewhere, as it often was.

 

The transition from Spa Hotel to Sin Palace happened as a direct result of Yvonne’s efforts to increase the numbers using the Spa, even a small increase in trade would have been beneficial to a struggling business.

So in an attempt to boost visitors 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 a restaurant.

And the response to the advertisement was 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, verging on the genius even, and it looked to all the world that it was destined to save the business.

Things were going so well in fact, that 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 consumed 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.

The bride to be was Cathy Ridge and her maid of honour was Lucy Thomas and they were the undoubted stars of the infamous Stag/Hen orgy night.

Neither wedding subsequently took place and Cathy and Lucy, were now two of Yvonne’s 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.

 

It wasn't long after the two girls started working for the House of Fun that Callum McDonnell fell for Lucy hook line and sinker.

He thought she was gorgeous, stunningly attractive and with a very sweet nature, when she wasn't beating seven bells out of someone in the S & M rooms of course.

But it wasn't Wynona Whiplash that he was in love with it was the kind and gentle Lucy Thomas.

Unfortunately, his love for her was unrequited and her heart belonged to another, her fiancé Peter.

 

Callum walked into reception and at once spotted Carissa Hamilton-Wilkes sitting in one of the luxurious armchairs wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles she was a very pretty young woman a year or two older than he was.

And he thought if he hadn’t known her she would definitely be on his “yes I would” list.

But he did know her and he didn’t like her,

She was a snooty cow who thought her money could buy her anything, which of course it did.

When he told Yvonne he didn’t like her and asked if she would assign her give her to someone else she said

“The customer is always right, but if you don’t like her charge her double”

So that was what he did.

Carissa stood up when she saw him approaching and offered her hand to him in greeting accompanied with a broad smile and a hearty hello and he accepted them reluctantly.

Her hand was soft and smooth like silk and she gripped Callum’s firmly and in his large paw her little hand was almost like that of a child.
He apologized for his tardiness but she brushed it off, pleasantries were exchanged and then she turned away and he let her lead the way.

He followed her exotic heady fragrance, doubtless very expensive, out through the door and down along the corridor and as he followed he studied her form and he thought that he should have been admiring of its perfection.
He had admired her rather delightful arse once before when she first frequented the House of Fun but that was before he got to know her.

As she strode down the corridor her straight brown hair cascaded onto her shoulders and danced softly there in time with her movement.

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

Her pert round buttocks contained within the tailored skirt were quite hypnotic and her shapely legs clad in black stockings, if he wasn’t mistaken, and the ensemble was finished off with four-inch heels.

To be honest his huge cock should have been throbbing at the prospect of nailing a class “A” piece of posh tottie, but he was as limp as lettuce.

After following Carissa down that corridor he should have been loaded and ready to fire.

He would have to do something to get the old chap to rise to the occasion she was after all paying a lot of money for his services to service her.

Her wonderful plummy tones accompanied him all the way down the corridor, normally a posh voice was a huge turn on for him, but with her it was like nails scraping on a blackboard.

 

They finally arrived at their destination which was a small meeting room, very plush all wood paneling and leather upholstery where the action was supposed to take place and he was still flaccid.

“I’ll leave you for a while to get settled” he said

“Oh ok” she replied and he closed the door.

She was a real looker and had a great body but she was just so obnoxious, so he went into the nearest voyeur room and luckily found Claire and Kelly double teaming a Vicar’s Wife and he was suitably aroused, he just hoped that the image of his two favourite lesbians in action would be enough to sustain him thru his ordeal with Carissa.

 

Callum left the voyeur room after watching Claire and Kelly take turns noshing off a Vicars Wife and was suitably aroused he just hoped that the image of his two favourite lesbians in action would be enough to sustain him thru his ordeal with Carissa.

 

He returned to the room and walked inside and saw she had put her briefcase down on the desk and she was standing at the other end of the room and just as he looked towards her she drew back the blind and the sunlight spilled through the window and illuminated her form through the white silk, the sudden transparency left nothing at all to the imagination but just to make sure he hadn’t missed anything she turned first left then right which caused the illumination of her fine unrestrained breasts perfectly.

All the while her floor show was going on she carried on chatting in her rich plummy tones which grated on him less than before and he was managing to maintain his erection but mainly because he was imagining that the woman he was watching was Lucy.

His cock might be available for hire but his heart belonged to Lucy.

Carissa closed the blind again clearly delighted with the effect she had achieved and walked towards him quite deliberately catching the vent of her skirt momentarily on the edge of the desk showing a tantalizing glimpse of her stocking top, confirming his earlier suspicions.

She of course didn’t realize who he was seeing when he was looking at her.

Carissa walked behind the chair he was sitting in and when she reappeared she was minus her skirt and her blouse was unbuttoned.

He gave her a good look over and his final appraisal was one of disappointment.

White silk blouse and no bra, there was nothing wrong with that, she had great tits, and he hadn’t seen them before, the four-inch heels and black stockings, very nice indeed, but they were hold ups, stockings should go with suspenders.

He then noticed, as she moved around in front of him and the unbuttoned silk blouse wafted open, and he noticed two things, which would have been major point droppers if he actually fancied her.

First she had a flower tattoo on her hip, desecration as far as he was concerned and second she had trimmed her bush to leave a small square of hair above her mound which quite frankly looked like Adolph Hitler’s moustache.

She sat down facing him, perching on his knees, with her legs astride him.

Then she unzipped his fly and tugged out his huge cock, which she toyed with roughly and said

“Touch me Callum,”

That was another reason he didn’t like her, she was a giver of instructions, but he roughly frigged her pussy anyway and more surprisingly he tried to kiss her.

“No don’t kiss me,” she said which really pissed him off, because he liked kissing, even though he didn’t really want to kiss her at all.

“Rub me Callum,” she ordered

“Rub me hard”

This went on for a while, he couldn’t say how long it was exactly but it was all a bit tedious really.

Then she got up and took off her blouse and opened her briefcase and took out some ribbons and handed them to him and said

“Restrain me Callum, tie me down and punish me”

 

“Restrain me Callum, tie me down and punish me”

“Oh God” he said to himself “More bloody orders”

Callum wasn’t really a game player, he liked uniforms and sexy underwear, those kind of titillations but basically he was a man of simple tastes, a meat and potatoes kind of guy to be truthful, he liked a bit of tenderness, some foreplay and then bang.

So he grabbed her arm and marched her behind one of the leather chairs.

“Oh yes be rough with me Callum”

The bloody orders were really beginning to get on his nerves, he really didn’t like being given instructions.

So quite violently he tipped her forwards over the back of the leather chair so she pivoted on it at the waist, then he quickly tied her wrists very tightly to the chairs front legs.

That was when he noticed another tattoo, this time a red rose on the cheek of her arse and he tutted.

Her magnificent long stocking sheathed legs were left dangling over the chair back and didn’t even reach the floor.

So he yanked her shoes off and threw them across the room then he tied her legs, one at a time by the ankles, to the chairs back legs resulting in restricting her movement and pulling her cunny open at the same time.

With it being such a hot day, and with the room being very stuffy, and as he was about to get physical he decided he should get naked as well.

He looked at her bent over the chair and she looked nicely moist and for a moment he thought about noshing her, he liked a good nosh on a ripe pussy but he kept noticing her “tash” and that put him right off again.

So he slapped her arse instead which made a very satisfactory sound and left a lovely bright red handprint.

“Oh yes punish me Callum”

So he slapped her again

“Oh yes spank me Callum”

Slap, slap

“Spank me harder”

Slap, slap

“Spank me faster”

SLAP

“That’s it” He shouted and walked round and grabbed her by the hair pulling her head up so she could see him.

“Shut up with the fucking instructions,” he said and then he stuck his cock in her mouth.

“Chomp on that for a bit and give my ears a rest”

It crossed his mind to just fuck her in the skull and get out of there, but instead he withdrew from her mouth and he heard her slurp and then he saw her dribbled some saliva on the floor.

“You dirty snooty cow” he said

“Yes I am dirty Callum” she said, “Punish me, punish the dirty snooty cow”

The posh plummy tones of her voice, which he found so very seductive from any other woman, were now getting right on his tits.

So he went back in her mouth again and gave her five good deep-throated lengths.

He pulled it out of her gob again and she slurped and dribbled again and he went back behind her and pushed two fingers into her cunny and frigged her quite savagely.

“Spank me Callum,” she begged

“Spank me”

God almighty would she never get the fucking message?

Then he had an idea so he got two fingers well and truly greased up with her cum and then he screwed both fingers up her anus and she let out a sharp yell when they first went into her hole but then she was just panting through clenched teeth as he frigged het arse.

“Try barking out your orders through gritted teeth Carissa darling”.

 

While Callum frigged her arse hole with two fingers of his right hand he inserted two fingers of his left up her cunny.

While all that was happening his thoughts began to wander and he thought he would definitely need to employ the nailbrush when he finished, but he was snapped back to the moment because he thought that she was having a fit or something.

She was arching her back, as much as the restraints would allow, her long legs were jerking, her whole body was drenched in sweat and she was almost howling like a wolf through her gritted teeth.
He redoubled his efforts on her behalf and he frigged her harder and harder and rougher and rougher.

Then she did something he had never been a party to before, he’d heard about it, it happened a lot in the wet rooms, but he’d never actually seen it for himself.

Carissa squirted, in fact she squirted rather a lot, and it came out of her like a jet from a fountain and her cunny looked like the Mannequin Pis.

So he withdrew from both orifices as she continued dripping her juices onto the carpet and as he looked on he thought to himself

“Yvonne is not going to be happy about this”

And then she started again

“Oh Callum that was wonderful”

“Now do this”

“Now do that”

First of all he picked up her grey skirt and wiped his dirty greasy fingers very thoroughly on the front of it where it would definitely show and then he went to the desk, picked up her briefcase and emptied its contents all over the table.

“What are you doing?” she yelled “You mustn’t go in there that’s private”

“For fuck sake shut up” Callum yelled back and he examined the briefcases contents after he had dropped them on the table and found that there were some assorted papers, a pair of flat shoes, black, a pair of expensive tights, black, slightly soiled, a white bra, lacy, and a pair of knickers, black silk, heavily soiled.

He picked up the tights while she was still bleating on about him invading her privacy.

He grabbed her by the hair again and said

“You need to stop giving me instructions ok?”

She nodded

“Now I just made you squirt like a fucking fountain” he added

“You have never done that before have you?”

She shook her head

“So why in the name of Venus would I need you to tell me what to do?”

“Sorry Callum” she said

“Right, open your mouth wide”

She quickly obliged expecting him to give her his cock again but instead he poked the soiled gusset of her tights in her mouth and gagged her, tying the legs behind her head in a bow, then he picked up one of the flat shoes and right in front of her face smacked in hard on his palm, and her eyes widened like saucers and then he returned to her arse end and with the shoe in his right hand he went to work.

 

He poked the soiled gusset of her tights in her mouth and gagged her, tying the legs behind her head in a bow, then he picked up one of the flat shoes and right in front of her face smacked in hard on his palm, and her eyes widened like saucers and then he returned to her arse end and with the shoe in his right hand he went to work.

“No kissing,” he said and whack, the shoe struck her buttock

“I like kissing”

Whack

“A white bra”

Whack

“With black knickers”

Whack

“Unforgivable”

Whack

“You’re a posh bird but you have no class”

Whack

“A tattoo on your hip”

Whack

“A tattoo on your arse”

Whack

“That’s desecration of a great body”

Whack

“Trimming your bush”

Whack

“Pubes”

Whack

“Trimmed”

Whack

“To look”

Whack

“Like Adolph Hitler’s top lip”

Whack

“Either grow it, Or wax it”

Whack, whack

He was sure to spread his blows to ensure the colour and pain where well distributed across the entire landscape of her buttocks

“Hold ups”

Whack

“No suspenders”

Whack

He paused

“Seriously, you do the stockings which look great on your fabulous legs but then you decide on taking a short cut, talk about spoiling the ship for a ha’porth of tar”

“And the constant bloody orders, do this Callum, do that Callum” Whack, whack, whack

And then she came, though she didn’t squirt this time but she was definitely oozing.

He could tell that at that point he was not intoxicated by her sweet perfume or enveloped in her intoxicating scent.

There was a fragrance lingering but it was not something you’d want to put behind your ears.

Carissa had come and then some, it was now time for him to empty his sac, the brutal punishment of the stuck up bitch had left him with a bit of a ball ache and a decent erection so he just plugged his sizable cock into her oozing minge and fucked her hard.

Banging her harder and harder until the chair moved, he wasn’t worried about satisfying her he just wanted to fuck her until he shot his load and when he was on the very precipice of ejaculation he pulled out of her slobbering cunny and he shot his load all over her purple buttocks.

Callum was panting quite hard and leant against the wall momentarily to catch his breath and he could see his cum dripping off her blooming cheeks and dribbling down her stockings.

He smiled to himself as he looked at Lady Carissa Hamilton-Wilkes who looked so classy when she walked in to the room who was now draped over the chair looking like a chavvy slag.

He picked up her pristine white silk blouse and wiped his cock and balls on it and discarded it again then he got dressed and left Carissa lying sluttishly bent over the chair and left the room, he didn’t even untie the ribbons binding her wrists and ankles.

Then he slapped her hard on the arse one more time and left the room.

 

But as soon as he got out into the hall he wondered if he had gone too far and that worry was clearly apparent in his face because when he met Yvonne coming the other way she asked with concern

“Is everything ok?” 

“I don’t know, I think I might have gone too far” he replied

“Ok go and wait in the office” Yvonne said

 

Yvonne couldn’t imagine what she was going to find when she opened the door, after all Callum was supposed to punish and fuck Lady Carissa but he said he’d gone too far, and that could mean absolutely anything.

So it was with some trepidation that she opened the door.

“Good God” she though when she opened the door just enough to see in and then she closed it again.

Yvonne then had a thought and opened the door again just enough to take a few snapshots on her phone of her sopping, spent form draped over the leather chair like a slutty rag doll, to share with the staff.

She took a deep breath and threw open the door and marched into the room,

“Well Lady Carissa it looks like you’ve been having fun” she said and grimaced as she noticed the wet patch on the carpet.

“I hope everything was satisfactory” she added and untied her gag.

 

Normally after a good session Callum felt ten feet tall, and there were often various aspects of a carnal event that lived long in the memory or more precisely the wank bank, to be recalled on those occasions when you need to relieve yourself, and however much he disliked Lady Carissa that days encounter and for the most part would not be remembered fondly the squirting couldn’t fail to make the wank bank.

 

The longer Callum sat in Yvonne’s office the more worried he became that he really had gone too far.

Carissa clearly liked it rough and she had kept egging him on,

“Punish me Callum”

“Spank me Callum”

“Spank me harder”

“Spank me faster”

“I’m dirty Callum, Punish me”

Yvonne always said “The Customer was Always Right” and so he was just doing as he was told.

But he still felt guilty he had been quite savage with her, quite bestial, and what made it worse was that he was getting aroused by the thought of what he did.

 

He was internally chastising himself and his appendage for its bad taste when the door opened and Yvonne walked in.

“Well?” he asked with concern

“She’s fine, Brenda’s taken her to the massage and sauna suite for some pampering”

“But what did she say?” he asked

“That it was the best yet” Yvonne replied

“What?”

“She loved it” Yvonne said “and she wants to do it like that again”

“Oh I don’t know about that” Callum said

“And she doesn’t what you to hold back next time”

“I don’t think there should be a next time” Callum said

“That’s a shame” Yvonne said “She’ll pay treble”

“Treble what?”

“Treble whatever you charged her this time, which I’m guessing is a lot as you don’t like her” Yvonne surmised

“And she’s really ok?”

“Yes, mind you she’s moving very gingerly, what did you stick up her arse? No don’t tell me I don’t want to know” she said and chuckled “The poor cow can hardly walk”

“So I’m not in trouble?” he asked as he stood by the door

“No of course not” she said “But you will be if you don’t put towels down next time, the dirty cow’s ruined the carpet”

 

Later that evening as he sat in the staff lounge waiting for his next victim his phone buzzed, he picked it up and saw that he had a voice mail, so he selected “listen now”.

“Callum, Carissa Hamilton-Wilkes here, just wanted to touch base with you, that was the best sex I’ve ever had and I’m still cumming”