Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (05) The Therapist

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.

 

Yvonne Makin believed 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.

Which was where Lucy Thomas saw the advertisement and thought it would be the perfect venue for her best friend, Cathy Ridge, to hold her hen weekend.

They were both Aroma therapists at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean and they had both been to the Pangmere Spa before and thought it would be a giggle.

For a while Yvonne thought that 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, through an oversight, they had Cathy’s hen party and a random stag party 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, and the staff managed to keep them apart, 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 being Cathy Ridge and her maid of honour Lucy Thomas and they were the undoubted stars of the infamous Stag/Hen orgy night.

 

After the infamous Stag/Hen orgy night at the old Spa Hotel neither wedding subsequently took place and Cathy and Lucy, gave up the world of Aroma Therapy and were now two of Yvonne’s best “performers” in the S and M rooms of the House of Fun, where they had access to a lot more than ping pong bats to use in their arsenal of pain and pleasure.

 

Cathy broke up with her fiancé and subsequently went out with one of the stag party for a while but not for long so she was unattached, whereas Lucy was still engaged to Peter who had no idea about what went wrong on the hen weekend or her change of career from Aroma Therapy to Pain Therapy.

He just thought she had left Dancingdean because she had a better offer which in a way she had.

The financial rewards were far superior but it was the job satisfaction that pleased Lucy.

 

She loved Peter, they had been together since school but he was a bit of a stick in the mud and wouldn’t have understood what she did, in fact she was sure he would have been shocked that such a place existed let alone the fact that she was one of its star attractions.

 

Lucy had also made a lot of friends and all the employees were almost like a family.

She also had a number of admirers the chief of those being Callum McDonnell, the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, gently spoken, good looking and very muscular 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 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.

It wasn't long after the two girls started working for the House of Fun that Callum 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 was unrequited and he knew her heart belonged to another, her fiancé Peter.

Callum had a heart as big as his other attributes and it was full of love for her, in fact he said to her at the Christmas party that his cock was available for hire but his heart belonged to Lucy.

Not the most romantic declaration of love she had ever heard but he had been drinking.

However as much as she liked Callum, it was only as a friend, her heart very definitely belonged to her childhood sweetheart, Peter, and she couldn’t see that changing anytime soon and they were due to marry later in the year.

Callum however didn’t care about that and continued to carry the torch.

 

Lucy’s alter ego, Wynona Whiplash worked the S & M rooms with her friend Cathy, Spanking Sadie, sometimes together but mainly alone.

Her clientele were a mixed bunch, no particular ages, professions, social backgrounds, or indeed genders and she didn’t care she just enjoyed the power she held over them.

One of her regulars was an inner city school head teacher, a fearsome woman with an uncompromising reputation who routinely reduced grown men to tears.

But when she was under Lucy’s control she was a quivering jelly fish.

The first time she submitted she gave Lucy a list of taboo’s and things that she could do to her and things that she most definitely could not, the final one being.

“I never expose my breasts, is that understood? Or my buttocks”

The first thing Lucy did after restraining her to a frame, wrist and ankle like a starfish, was to pull her drawers off her arse and uncup her huge tits.

“I said no” she snapped “Cover me up again”

“I’m the mistress of this domain” Lucy said coldly “and I make the rules in here, bitch”

Then she struck the head teachers big white arse with her whip

“Is that understood?”

“Yes” she responded submissively

She made her swear and curse, scream and shout and then beg for more and finally she made her cum.

 

Lucy didn’t always perform in the same room and the mode of dress varied, both for the client and Lucy’s, so did the apparatus and the means of restraint but the one common denominator was a need to be controlled.

Some of them had power in their everyday lives but not all of them.  

But the one thing they all had in common, male and female was satisfaction when she was finished with them.

 

All the staff at the House of Fun had their regular clients and most punters when they found the performer that got them hard or got them wet, they stuck with them.

Some of the customers were floaters who hadn’t yet found the key to unlock their inner passion.

 

Occasionally the client had to be serviced by someone else either because of illness or holidays or any number of other reasons.

But when the occasion arose you didn’t want one of your valued victims to have a bad experience so they always made sure that they choose their surrogate.

Which was why Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn went to see Lucy in the staff lounge.

They had formerly worked in the pool and sauna suite of the Spa but chose to make the change to amongst other things, dominatrix, although not exclusively.

Claire was a skinny flat chested brunette who 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 inches taller because of her Lego hair.

“Lucy we need a favour” Kelly said “It’s our anniversary and we’re going out for dinner but one of our regulars in coming in, can you take care of him?”  

“Sure no, problem”

 

Kelly and Claire 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, which was why they had a solid client list.

So after Lucy had agreed to stand in for Kelly and Claire they then spent the next 20 minutes explaining what he liked them to do to him.

And ran over the well-worn preamble and the script for the session

This was not unusual, clients liked the sessions to follow a familiar course.

They also gave her a brief dossier which covered everything they had already discussed which detailed some of the salient points of his history with the girls.     

 

Lucy was a very attractive woman, and four years younger than the girls, with a lovely face framed by short blonde hair, an almost angelic appearance that belied her alter ego.

She was tall and slender with nice long legs, though not a voluptuous shape, but her arse was round and firm and her breasts were small but beautifully pert.

She was wearing a black silk camisole, French silk cami knickers, also black, black seamed stockings and suspenders and the whole ensemble finished off with four-inch heels.

On her small and delicate well-manicured hands she wore black lace gloves and in her right hand she held a spanking whip.

 

Lucy walked along the main corridor and every head turned as she strolled purposely towards her appointment and among those looking on with admiration was Callum.

 

She entered the room and found her target already tied spread-eagle on a four poster bed naked except for a black hood and then spent

The next thirty minutes conducting the session strictly according to Kelly and Claire’s play book with her expert touch.

She tantalised and teased, making him wriggle and squirm and when she struck him he whimpered.

And it was on one of the occasions that she had him squirming under her tutelage that she noticed a crescent shaped scar on the top of his left thy which stopped her in her tracks.

She stood motionless for a few moments unable to comprehend what she was seeing.

It wasn’t possible but she thought she recognized the scar, the result of a close encounter with a barbed wire fence during a scrumping expedition when he was nine years old.

When Lucy did move again it wasn’t to continue her good works with the whip, her next action was to yank the hood off her victim and when she had it in her hand she was staring into the terrified eyes of her fiancé Peter.

“You bastard” she snapped “You’re supposed to be playing snooker tonight with your mates, not getting your rocks of at the House of Fun”

“I know but…” he protested

“So how long have you been playing snooker here?”

“About two years” he confessed

“Two bloody years” she yelled

“And before that?”

“A bondage club in Abbottsford” he revealed

“How long?” she demanded

“About three years”

“You bloody bastard, you’ve been lying to me for 5 years” she shouted and struck him hard across the buttocks.

“Ow” he yelped

“You lied to me as well, you told me you were a therapist”

“I am a therapist” she shouted “This is therapy”

Lucy struck him again to accompany the final word and that blow was followed by another and another and when she had finished she had thrashed him until the cheeks of his arse were bleeding.

 

She looked down at her handiwork smiled as he screamed at her

“You mad bitch, you need locking up”

Lucy ignored him and walked towards the door and each step she took was accompanied by a volley of expletives so when she had her hand on the brass knob she turned back to look at him and said

“Consider yourself dumped, and don’t be at the house when I get home, I don’t want to see your lying deceitful face ever again”

Lucy snapped and left the room and the moment the door closed behind her the tears welled up in her eyes.

And with the tears her confidence washed away and she didn’t know where to go or what to do.

 

So I was her good fortune that she stumbled into the path of her best friend Cathy Ridge and when she saw the tears rolling down her cheeks she asked with alarm

“What’s the matter honey?”

And in response to her friends question Lucy completely broke down.  

Cathy led her distraught friend into the nearest empty room and she dispatched another member of staff, Emily Riley, to fetch Yvonne.  

 

Cathy calmed her down and got her to explain what had happened and when Yvonne arrived and had the tale recounted to her she went off to see Peter who was still tied spread-eagled to the bed when she entered the room.

Yvonne looked down at his bloody buttocks but felt no sympathy for him.

She was a little testy because when she was summoned she was being pleasantly fucked by her favourite policeman Chief Superintendent, Martin Reed.

But in addition to that she felt protective towards her girls and boys and she wouldn’t have them hurt or upset in anyway.

 

She had two members of staff with her, one of the support staff, Emily Riley and Masseur James Ford-Bannister.

She took Emily because she was a sweet young girl of five foot nothing with and angelic countenance that often had a calming effect, but if that failed she had 6ft 4 inch James who had a different way of calming someone down.

Without being asked Emily and James undid Peter’s restraints and the angry recipient of Lucy’s wrath pushed himself uncomfortably to an upright position and then snatched the pile of clothes out of Emily’s hands.

“About bloody time” he shouted

“Oh stop your moaning” Yvonne snapped “Nobody gives a shit”

“Stop moaning? Stop moaning? You people are in a lot of trouble” He ranted “I’ll have the law on you and that vicious bitch”

“Really?” Yvonne said

“Yes really” he snapped

“Do you not remember signing a waiver Mr Gould?” she asked

“Which protects us against any and all mishaps”

“Yes, but that doesn’t mean anything, she assaulted me, and I want to report her to the police”

“Well it just so happens there is a member of the constabulary in reception” Yvonne said

“So I suggest you go and tell him your sob story”

“Damn right I will” Peter said angrily

“Go with him James, just in case I’ll be a few minutes behind you”

Yvonne said

“Will do” James complied

 

Emily sweetheart, go and tell Lucy she’s not to go home for a few days, she can stay at the Hotel, and will you tell Agnes in reception to allocate her a room and its “complimentary””

“Yes Yvonne” Emily replied and trotted off

 

By the time Yvonne got to reception Martin was saying

“Did you sign a waiver Mr Gould?”

“Well yes I did but…” Peter began

“And you claim you were assaulted in one of the S & M rooms?”

“Yes I do because I was” he replied belligerently

“Well isn’t that the whole point of the exercise?” Martin said and laughed

“Why are you laughing?” Peter asked aghast “This is not a laughing matter”

“No, this is not a police matter” Martin pointed out

“Then I’ll do a private prosecution” Peter stated

“And you’ll be laughed out of court” Martin replied

 

“James can you show Mr Gould off the premises and we don’t want to see you again” Yvonne said and cut his membership card in half

“This establishment is for members only”

They watched James frogmarch Peter out the door and then Yvonne turned towards Martin and said quietly

“Talking about members, can we get yours back inside me please?”

Martin smiled in response and they went to her room to carry on where they left off earlier.

 

Emily booked a room for Lucy and then went back to where she left her and gave Lucy the room key card and Cathy took her upstairs and settled her in and stayed with her for the next two hours.

During which time they discussed a plan of action for the future, she didn’t want to stay in the house that she had shared with Peter, she knew that for certain, and she knew that her and Peter were over, so she thought she would rent somewhere in the short term, while they sold the house.

But Cathy had other ideas because she lived alone in a five bedroom house and no significant other so she said

“Come and live with me”

 

Despite the fact that there appeared to be a light at the end of her tunnel, Lucy had trouble sleeping.

Even though she was going to live with Cathy, at least until the house was sold, and Cathy was arranging for a posse of people to help her move her stuff over the coming weekend, she was still troubled.

Which was a shame because Yvonne had put her in one of the best rooms and the bed was gloriously comfortable.

She tossed and turned for hours and eventually she gave up trying and after watching TV and drinking a couple of cups of tea she decided to go to the pool for a swim.

 

It was 5 am as she walked toward the pool and she was chastising herself for being so stupid in not seeing through Peter’s lies, five bloody years he had lied to her, and if he lied about that then what else was he hiding.

She didn’t feel any guilt over her deception because it was her job and she wasn’t doing it for sexual gratification she was doing it to earn extra money in order that “they” would have a better standard of living and a better future.

 

She thought an early morning swim would relax her and the earliness of the hour meant she would be able to do a few lengths of the pool with no one else around to ask her if she was alright every five minutes.

 

She went to the office first and borrowed a one piece bathing costume, a towel and some goggles, her eyes were red enough from all the crying without the added irritation of chlorine.

 

Once she was equipped Lucy made her way to the changing rooms which were part of a very modern facility with modern unisex changing rooms which serviced the swimming pool, saunas, steam rooms and massage suites.

There were two long rows of cubicles’ either side of a central aisle and the two rows were flanked by lockers.

 

She turned on the lights and walked down the aisle and selected a cubicle at the far end of the row and quickly got undressed.

Lucy liked unisex changing rooms and as she stood there naked she suddenly felt excited.

She liked the idea that when she was naked in a cubicle there was only an inch of MDF separating her from some naked man drying his cock.

But of course that didn’t apply at 5 am but it excited her nonetheless, but then she heard something so she quickly put on her costume.

 

Callum was also up bright and early but for very different reasons.

He had been struck down the previous afternoon with a severe Migraine, and it was so bad that he also had had to stay at the Hotel, albeit in a darkened room sleeping off his uninvited malady. 

 

As a result he was the only one at the House of Fun who was completely unaware of what had gone on the night before, which was probably just as well because had he been privy to Lucy’s distress on the previous evening then what was to transpire almost certainly would not have come about.

 

He had slept for 14 hours and awoke muzzy headed and so he went down stairs for a shower, but not any kind of shower, he went down to the sauna suite to use the quenching shower, which when you depressed a pedal on the floor cold water hit you from all directions at once.

After ten minutes under the constant refreshing jets of water he was feeling less disconnected and decided he would go for a swim.

He didn’t have any trunks with him but he thought he’d just swim in the nude, there was no one around to see him, and if someone did happen to catch him swimming naked so what, there weren’t many at the House of Fun who hadn’t already seen his cock.

So he wrapped a towel around his lower half and was singing to himself as he took a short cut through the changing rooms.

 

When Lucy realised who it was she decided to forgo her original plan to have a few lengths of the pool and have a few lengths of Callum instead.

 

Lucy had always fancied Callum and it wasn't long after she and Cathy started working for the House of Fun that Callum fell for her in a big way.

Callum had a heart as big as his other attributes and it was full of love for her, and fact he said to her at the Christmas party that his cock was available for hire but his heart belonged to Lucy.

Not the most romantic declaration of love she had ever heard but he had been drinking.

But as much as she liked Callum, it could only been as a friend, her heart had very definitely belonged to her childhood sweetheart, Peter, and she couldn’t see that changing and they were due to marry later that year.

But things had changed, she had kicked Peter into touch and the wedding was off and she could now indulge herself.

 

Lucy stood in the cubicle and waited until she heard him getting closer and closer and his footfalls grew louder and louder until they were almost outside the door, the anticipation was making her quite wet knowing that big hearted Callum was only a few yards away and she was only minutes away from getting to grips with his legendary cock.

It wasn’t just the anticipation of course she had seen him in action on many occasions from the voyeur rooms.

But whether it was just anticipation of Callum’s arrival or a sensual recollection of his performances it left a damp patch on the front of her swimsuit.

She left it for a moment or two, listening intently to detect any further hint of movement and when she thought she could hear him close to the cubicle door she opened it and found she had timed it to perfection as Callum was right there wearing a towel wrapped around him.

“Hello Callum” she said

He was speechless when he saw the gorgeous, stunningly attractive, sweet natured girl that he loved dressed in a black swimsuit.

He was used to seeing her in black, but she was normally beating seven bells out of someone in the S & M rooms.

But that was Wynona Whiplash and the girl stood before him, the girl he was in love with was the kind and gentle Lucy Thomas.

It had always been an unrequited love because he knew her heart belonged to another, her fiancé Peter, but it was a resolute love nonetheless and Callum continued to carry the torch.

“Lucy” he said, when he could eventually speak but as he looked at her he realised that her eyes were staring straight at the bulge beneath his towel.

“I’m glad I bumped into you,” she said

“Me too” he concurred as he cast an appreciative eye over her swim-suited figure and thought he detected a damp patch between her thighs, but before he had time to digest what he was seeing she pulled him into the cubicle and closed the door.

Lucy was tall and slender with nice long legs, and she immediately took the initiative and pulled down the front of her costume and uncovered her cute small, but beautifully pert breasts, before releasing his towel and roughly grasping his big cock. 

 

It was 5am and Callum thought that there had been a surprising turn of events, he was in a cubicle in the changing rooms with the girl of his dreams bare chested and holding his cock.

It was a situation that Lucy had clearly decided to take full advantage of their chance meeting and he had no intention of preventing her. 

So he feasted his eyes on her beautiful firm round breasts which were on fully on display, which she made no move to cover up.

“So what do you want to do now?” he asked as she continued to tug on him.

Lucy let go of his erection long enough to completely remove her costume.

“Everything” she replied and took hold of his cock again.

“Are you sure?” he asked her

“Oh yes Callum” she replied and kissed him.

“What about Peter?” he said between kisses

“Peter is history” She replied and kissed him again so he couldn’t speak again.

The moment their lips touched she locked onto his mouth like a limpet while she still had a meaningful grip on his cock and then she hooked her other arm around his neck in a vice like grip while the warm liquid kiss with hot tongues of passion continued.

Callum’s hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly ending up on her tight little buttocks until she pushed him backwards so he had to sit down on the little bench.

Lucy stood above him, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like on his, nostrils flared and snorting in air as his hands continued their travels up and down her rear aspect.

But he knew all the interesting stuff was at the front of her gorgeous body so he steered her skinny frame until it was in a position where he could sit her down on his lap.

And the moment her bony little arse made contact with his lap their mouths disengaged briefly and she gave him a toothy smile and locked onto him again.

He had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he slid slowly up to cup her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through her nose as he fondled her plump little tit and as he did she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his neck.

He stopped playing with her hardening nipple and moved his playful hand down across Lucy’s belly and her thighs sprang open as his fingers reached the course hair of her Minge.

They briefly dallied on her prominent mound and then slipped into the abyss of her hot, creamy cunny and she let out a little “Hmmm” of pleasure at his touch.

Her face was buried deep in the crook of his neck to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as he stroked her gorgeous wet pussy until she came; her thigh’s closing on his hand at the point of climax trapping his fingers between her sticky lips.

But before Callum had time to consider his next move Lucy was up off hip lap in a flash, and pausing only to kick her costume aside, she bent over on the bench opposite him.

 

Lucy was bent over on the bench in front of him in the changing room cubicle her moist pink pussy open like a clamshell before his lustful gaze and she turned and looked over her shoulder wide-eyed and expectant.

She was also wearing a lascivious leer on her usually pretty face so Callum stood up and approached her but she was stooped over too low for him to penetrate her immediately so he reached his big shovel like left hand across her soft belly and gripped her right hip firmly.

She was breathing through her nose in quick short snorts as he lifted her skinny frame off the bench as he brought her inviting pink pussy up to cock height and still gripping her tightly with his left arm he used his right hand to hold his shaft and then he introduced his huge swollen cock to her eager waiting cunny and she moaned loudly as he penetrated her.

“Oh God Callum” she exclaimed through gritted teeth as he thrust all of him deep into her welcoming pussy.

he continued to support her weight with his left arm wrapped around her middle but Lucy obviously felt insecure with her feet off the ground so she planted then firmly on the bench, this enabled her to scrabble her hands up the wall until they grasped the coat hooks which gave her some purchase and enabled her to thrust her juicy cunt onto him.

Lucy began moaning uncontrollably as she repeatedly pumped her pussy on him and her tits were jiggling with an equal lack of control until he took them in hand.

 

Lucy was pumping up and down so fast that one of the coat hooks came away in her hand, but without breaking rhythm she dropped it on the bench with a thump and grabbed the next hook along and she was truly relishing her task as she thrust down on him again and again and with every deep penetration she let out a grunt.

Callum could feel himself on the threshold now and he thought Lucy was almost there too as her head was rolling wildly from side to side until she thrust down on his cock one more time and let out a long piercing moan as she went rigid and came hard and then Callum finished inside her.

They stayed in that position for several minutes, with Callum’s huge cock twitching inside her.

Callum stood like an American quarter back preparing to receive the ball and Lucy squatting down on him and they were both breathing hard and sweating in the warm chlorine scented air.

Lucy was the first to move and as she tried to catch her breath between pants she said

“God I love an early morning swim”

“Me too” Callum said as he pulled his magnificent member slowly out of her causing her to let out a long sigh of satisfaction.

They sat on the bench for a while gathering themselves  and then Lucy put her clothes back on, as he watched libidinously while she redressed her lovely titties before he wrapped the towel around him.

They didn’t bother with a swim, neither of them had got exactly what they went to the pool for but what they got was better by far.

 

When they left the cubicle they shared a soft gentle, affectionate kiss which could so easily have singled a farewell but that particular tender interlude merely preluded a day of vigorous love making in her complimentary suite.