(Part 01)
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.
In fact everything at the House of Fun was steamier.
Almost the moment 31 year old Tom Rowlands started working for the House of Fun, Cathy Ridge fell for him hook line and sinker.
She thought he was gorgeous, tall dark and handsome with a really warm smile, but after three weeks she was getting nowhere and beat seven bells out of her punters in the S & M rooms to get rid of her frustrations.
It wasn’t that Tom didn’t fancy Cathy, he did in a big way, but he had a golden rule which he had never broken and that was not to get romantically of sexually involved with a colleague even if they were drop dead gorgeous like she was.
But it all came to a head when he was in one of the role playing rooms with Michele DeWerth, the only child of a wealthy Downshire couple with far more money than sense.
They had passed a great deal of it onto Michele in the form of a trust fund which came into effect on the occasion of her 21st birthday and her first action as a financially independent young woman was to get spanked, wanked, noshed and fucked in the Stable Room at the House of Fun.
Three out of four were ably performed by Tom Rowlands but the fourth was done by Cathy Ridge, who was only there to observed, but decided to join in the fun and nosh off the birthday girl.
This act made him want her even more and she made it perfectly clear that he could have her any time he chose.
And he was finding it increasingly difficult to say no.
It wasn’t unprecedented at the House of Fun for co-workers to get down and dirty, in fact Cathy’s best friend Lucy Thomas was being regular serviced by the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, Callum McDonnell.
Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn were always at it, although in their case they were already a couple before the House of Fun opened for business.
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.
She did think that after a while they would desensitise and it would be like working in a sweet factory where workers got sick of eating chocolate but the House of Fun didn’t seem to work like that.
So it wasn’t uncommon, especially if it was quiet.
The staff would often get down to business themselves in a quiet corner.
Even Yvonne’s niece Lesley Makin was at it with Aidan McCauley, in fact there was scarcely a room in the hotel that they hadn’t shagged in, twice in some cases.
But despite all of the presidents Tom remained resolute and Cathy remained frustrated.
(Part 02)
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 and she was correct in part at least.
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 however although being worldly wise had, it turned out, led a very sheltered life and couldn’t have imagined in her wildest dreams what the writing would have said.
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.
It’s true to say that Yvonne had her eyes well and truly opened that night but she never imagined that only a few months later she would be witnessing far more explicit behaviour on a daily basis and she would never raise an eyebrow.
(Part 03)
After the infamous Stag/Hen orgy night at the old Spa Hotel neither wedding subsequently took place and Cathy Ridge and Lucy Thomas, gave up the world of Aroma Therapy and became 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 and her friend Lucy Thomas chose a change of career from Aroma Therapy to Pain Therapy when Yvonne changed from her business from a Spa to a Sin Palace.
The financial rewards were far superior to Aroma Therapy, which didn’t hurt but it was the job satisfaction that pleased Cathy the most.
Cathy broke up with her fiancé and subsequently went out with one of the stag party for a while but not for long so when Tom Rowlands arrived in Pangmere she was unattached, but she was still hopeful that she would still meet the man who would quicken her pulse and get her damp and that was what happened.
However the events which led to that happening came about after Lucy discovered the man she was punishing was her fiancé Peter.
Lucy went berserk and beat him bloody before she dumped him.
Cathy and Lucy had made a lot of friends at the House of Fun and all the employees were like a family so when one was hurt the others all rallied round to console her.
However despite being consoled by all her friends it was her chief admirer, Callum McDonnell, the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, gently spoken, good looking and very muscular who was most consulate perhaps because he was hung like a horse, well maybe not a horse but certainly a decent sized pony.
And he consoled her with his huge cock whenever and wherever she wanted.
Since her best friend was so loved up and loving it up her Cathy felt her singlehood rather more acutely than she had before.
But it wasn't long after Lucy began receiving regular and generous portions of Cullum’s attentions that Tom Rowlands started working for the House of Fun and Cathy fell for him hook line and sinker.
She thought he was gorgeous, tall dark and handsome with a really warm smile, but after three weeks she was getting nowhere and beat seven bells out of her punters in the S & M rooms to get rid of her frustrations.
Cathy’s alter ego, Spanking Sadie worked the S & M rooms with her friend Lucy, Wynona Whiplash, 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 and they were all feeling her tension.
But “Sadie” may have released her tensions but it wasn’t scratching her itch, so until she could get Tom to shag her she had to make do watching him in action from the voyeur rooms wetting her fingers in the darkness as she watched some lucky cow getting what she wanted.
But she didn’t restrict her masturbations to Tom Rowlands performances she also liked to watch Claire and her girlfriend Kelly in action either in a spanking session on taking turns noshing off a Vicars Wife.
(Part 04)
After a month of pleasuring herself in the darkness as Tom Rowlands spanked and wanked someone in the roleplay rooms there was a change in her fortunes in the shape of a young heiress Michele DeWerth.
She was a first timer at the House of Fun and she had chosen package 11 which was one of the play room scenarios involving spanking, wanking and full penetration in one of the special play rooms “The Stables”.
And Tom Rowlands was to tend to her needs, he was perfect for the Role playing rooms as before he turned his hand to the sex trade he was an actor, and that was the key component, acting.
And Cathy was assign the role of the “Gooseberry”, which was an important figure for first timers, especially young women, just to make sure no boundaries’ were crossed and that the safe words were observed, and that the girl didn’t do more than she wanted to do.
Cathy looked on as Tom went about his task spanking young Michele’s perfect little cheeks and she got turned on then she watched as Tom fingered her juicy pussy and she got hotter and wetter until the moment he made both girls cum.
Which was when Michele became aware of her presence.
Cathy was only supposed to be the “Gooseberry” and observe proceedings and ensure that no abuse took place, but at the point she was spotted by Michele she was not in the least bit worried about impartiality or fair play.
All the time she was watching the role play as the beautiful young woman got spanked and wanked Cathy just got hot and wet, very hot and very wet and she didn’t want to just watch anymore.
She quickly stripped and took her turn being spanked and wanked and when he had made her orgasm she did something she had never done before or even thought of doing before she licked a girl’s pussy.
Unfortunately for Tom, Cathy’s spasmodic wriggling on his lap on top of his already heightened arousal from Michele’s prior performance had unfortunately caused him to cream his pants.
Something that hadn’t happed to him since his teens,
So having tipped his barrow prematurely his further participation was ruled out as he wouldn’t be able to make any meaningful contribution to the proceedings for the next 30 minutes so he left the girls playing together.
Tom decided to go to the staff room and wait for his recuperation, where lusty tales from the redoubtable Kelly and her girlfriend Claire began to put lead back in his pencil.
The loading was completed when he returned to the Stable set and discreetly watched Michele and Cathy noshing each other 69 style, then he slipped back out into the corridor again.
(Part 05)
It was about forty minutes after he first left the girls that he returned to the stable set, just in time to see a red faced Cathy bustle through the doorway and collide with him.
“Oh hello” Cathy said somewhat flustered and as they stood there in close proximity she reached up and kissed him long and slow, her lips tasted of pussy and so did her tongue.
“Must dash” she said abruptly with a giggle “I have to go and punish someone”
As Cathy walked away to get ready for her next customer she was feeling very turned on and a little surprised, she had never before been attracted to a girl, but she had been in the stable, she was in fact, obviously, otherwise she wouldn’t have done what she had done or allowed Michele to do it to her.
Cathy had one or two dalliances in her teens but that was only kissing which didn’t lead anywhere.
She was then and always had been very partial to cock and she was still very keen to try Toms and furthermore she was confident he was going to let her, or at least she hoped he would.
But despite the obvious mutual attraction she couldn’t seem to make any headway.
Michele DeWerth spent another two days at the Hotel but Cathy hadn’t managed to reacquaint herself with her tidy little bod, which also disappointed her, however they did share a tender kiss before she checked out and promises were made for her next visit which would be very soon after.
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.
Michele was going to be very firmly in the latter camp.
Yvonne walked out of the staff room in her customary mode of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking around the hotel without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or the thoughts of a good shag.
She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy.
On that day as she emerged into the corridor, her lips were still sticky from having rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched one of her new boys enthusiastically shagging a middle-aged thoracic surgeon from the Winston Churchill hospital.
She was well aware of the unresolved sexual tension between Tom and Cathy and to be quite honest she just wished they’d get on with it and fuck.
So when she saw Cathy approaching the staff room with a purposeful look in her eye she was hopeful.
“If you’re looking for Tom he’s in there luvvie” she said indicating with a gesture of her thumb.
“Thanks Yvonne”
“And you have the place to yourself for at least half an hour” Yvonne added and raised an eyebrow and smiled.
“Oh ok” Cathy replied
(Part 06)
Cathy had been chatting with Agnes, the Receptionist, while she updated the appointment calendar and as she left reception Cathy glanced at her watch and realised she had nothing booked for the next hour so she thought she would go and look for Tom and try to force herself on him, she was incredibly horny, which seemed to be her default position of late, if her assault on Tom failed it would have to be a thorough fingering in the voyeur rooms.
What she really needed was some cock, Toms in particular, but if she didn’t wet his balls very soon she would have to find another one, and she wouldn’t have to look far, Cathy was a highly sought after piece of tail, so there would be a lengthy queue to give her a length.
But she hadn’t given up on Tom yet.
When the turned the corner she saw Yvonne just leaving the staff room in her customary mode of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
Everybody knew she enjoyed walking around the hotel without her knickers, but she wasn’t aware of that.
Nobody thought it was particularly unsavoury, it certainly wasn’t unusual and as Cathy approached the staff room she wasn’t wearing any either.
“If you’re looking for Tom he’s in there luvvie” Yvonne said indicating with a gesture of her thumb.
“Thanks Yvonne” Cathy replied a little confused.
Why would Yvonne think she was looking for Tom?
“And you have the place to yourself for at least half an hour” Yvonne added and raised an eyebrow and smiled.
“Oh ok” Cathy said even more confused
How could Yvonne possibly know that she wanted to be alone with him?
She turned the handle and pushed on the door and stepped inside.
She was wearing her shoulder length brunette hair down so it danced around the nape of her neck as she walked across the room.
She was wearing a thigh length black leather dress that hugged her figure, well what figure she had.
Cathy was a tall girl, slim but curvy, with perfectly proportioned breasts, and her nipples were clearly visible through the taught fabric.
The leather also showed off her hips and round arse, her stunning legs were clad in black fishnet stockings and she walked gracefully on four inch heels.
“Wow you look hot” Tom said looking up from his laptop, and the moment he looked up he couldn’t take his eyes off her.
“Oh these are just my work clothes” she said dismissively
She then sat down on the chair next to him and her liberally applied perfume enveloped him.
“So what are you doing?” she asked hoping that the next thing he would be doing was her.
“Oh I’m just catching up on my emails” he said
“So I won’t be stopping you from doing anything important when I do this then” She said and kissed him quite forcefully pushing him back in the chair and invading his mouth with her tongue.
(Part 07)
“So what are you doing?” she asked hoping that the next thing he would be doing was her.
“Oh I’m just catching up on my emails” he said
“So I won’t be stopping you from doing anything important when I do this then” She said and kissed him quite forcefully pushing him back in the chair and invading his mouth with her tongue.
“What about your clients?” he asked between kisses
“I don’t have any for an hour” she replied and stuck her tongue back in his mouth.
This was not how he envisaged his free period going and he wasn’t sure if he even wanted to proceed in this new direction because she was a colleague.
She had pushed his chair back against the wall.
“She’s your friend and colleague” a voice in his head said
“Who are you trying to kid, you want her with every fibre of your being?” he answered himself and returned her kiss with interest.
Cathy climbed onto his lap and she had him trapped, so he did the noble thing and resisted no more and decided to adopt a more hands on approach and got one hand on her braless breast and caressed it through the leather and the other on her deliciously tender bum cheek.
On its way to her arse his hand surveyed the landscape of her torso and found the dress was seamless.
As his other hand toyed with her seriously aroused nipple he thought even a slender girl like Cathy couldn’t pull on a garment like that on over her head, so how the hell was he going to get into it.
It was difficult to problem solve when all the blood had left his brain and headed for his cock, but as if Cathy had received his question telepathically she sat up right on his lap and reached down to the hem of her leather dress and unzipped about 12 inches of it along the side seem giving the appearance of a slit, then she gave him a lascivious grin and resumed her previous position, and as she did so he thought he was certain sure that her zip would go a good deal higher than that.
Once they had settled back down to the comfortable if passionate kissing they had been indulging in, Tom’s hand left her nipple and travelled to her knee, which if he was not mistaken trembled slightly beneath his touch so he slid his palm from her knee along the top of her thigh which had been exposed by the open zip.
As his hand passed that point his wrist reached the top of the slit but it only moved about another inch.
Tom withdrew his hand and found the zip with his fingers and moved it slowly upward higher and higher and higher until it came to a stop just below her armpit.
He could see a great shard of pink flesh stretching from her stocking top to her ribcage.
Tom found himself in a quandary then, as had ease of access to her breasts and her Minge.
He was like a young boy who had been given the keys to the sweet shop and didn’t know what treat to have first.
Tom pondered briefly whether to go for the appetisers that were her plump titties or go straight for the main course which would probably satisfy both their appetites.
(Part 08)
He could see a great shard of pink flesh stretching from her fishnet stocking top to her ribcage and Tom found himself in a quandary, as he had ease of access to her breasts and her Minge.
He was like a young boy who had been given the keys to the sweet shop and didn’t know what treat to have first.
Tom pondered briefly whether to go for the appetisers that were her plump titties or go straight for the main course which would probably satisfy both their appetites.
In the end he thought as he had already decided he was going to get the house special anyway it would have been a little churlish not to have the starters.
Cathy of course didn’t care a jot where he got started as long as he finished the job.
So with his decision made and with his hand at the end of the zip it quickly disappeared inside the gape and settled on the silky naked flesh and Cathy adjusted her position slightly as his hand found her soft plump tit surmounted by a needle hard nipple, they were clearly supersensitive because she gave a little snort and winced at his playful touch.
As much as she was enjoying it he quickly tired of these morsels and his hand descended sharply to her bush, and what a bush it was, it was, longer, thicker and curlier than he was expecting and it momentarily distracted him from his purpose for being down there, her pussy.
At that point she stopped kissing him and sat with her eyes shut and her mouth open with her forehead resting against his.
In anticipation of the arrival of his hand Cathy had swung one leg as close to him as possible and crooked it like she was sitting side saddle on a horse and the other limb she stretched out and braced her foot against the neighbouring chair.
Reluctantly leaving her glorious bush his fingers slipped creamily between her waiting lips and her face contorted and she growled in his face so he stroked her gash again with the same result, and then he repeated it once more before he plunged two fingers inside her hole and she was like a purring lioness.
“Oh Tom” she uttered as he frigged her creamy cunny until she came loud and hard in his face.
A moment later Cathy jumped up from his lap and immediately extricated his now throbbing cock from his trousers and then with a little help from Tom she yanked the garment, including his pants, down to his ankles and off over his feet.
“What about the staff?” he asked “what if they hear and come to investigate?”
“I don’t care who hears or who sees I just want that inside of me” she replied pointing at his cock and then she deftly discarded the remnants of her leather dress.
“You want me that badly?” he queried as his eyes were drawn to the hairiest beaver he had ever seen, which formed a huge hairy triangle.
He only got a fleeting glance of it the last time he saw her naked.
(Part 09)
“I don’t care who hears or who sees I just want that inside of me” she replied pointing at his cock and then she deftly discarded the remnants of her leather dress.
“You want me that badly?” he queried as his eyes were drawn to the hairiest beaver he had ever seen, which formed a huge hairy triangle that occupied the whole of her pelvic region, thankfully it didn’t extend either down her thighs or up to her belly button, that would have been a turn off for him.
He only got a fleeting glance of it the last time he saw her naked.
“I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you” she replied as she climbed on top of him and slid her hot pussy down his shaft.
“At last” she gasped as she greased his balls.
Once Tom was well and truly plugged in to her the acoustic harmonies coming out of her were something to behold as she rose and fell on his shaft.
Her long fishnet stockinged legs were wrapped around the chair and her feet hooked behind the chair legs and as soon as she got a grip on the back of the chair behind him she was able to bang down on him like a jack hammer.
All Tom could do was hang on to her perfect little arse, one cute cheek in each hand, and add to the cacophony with his own moaning until that moment when in almost operatic tones she came noisily and milked every drop from him.
As he sat in the chair beneath her he thought he would definitely like to reprise that performance and he could have kicked himself for keeping her at arm’s length for so long.
“Now you know what you’ve been missing” she said panting hard as she slid her hot wet cunt off his wilting cock.
“I do” he replied “and I hope this is only the first of many, I don’t want to miss any more”
Cathy gave him a long appreciative kiss and stood up and as she stood in front of him he couldn’t take his eyes off her fabulous beaver.
“You’re bush is magnificent” he said awestruck and she looked down at the hairy beast and said
“I know it’s not the modern way” she said and blushed
“But I like it”
“So do I” Tom said very enthusiastically and Cathy laughed, in fact she laughed so hard that her tits jiggled, which made him laugh as well.
When she stopped laughing and her tits stopped dancing for his amusement she asked
“Do you want a drink?”
“No I don’t think so” he replied as he reached out and took hold of her hand “But I’d love another kiss”
“Oh ok” Cathy said coyly “I think I can manage that”
Cathy sat on his lap and wrapped her skinny arms around his neck and they kissed.
It was a much more controlled kiss than the first one but it had the same effect on Tom as he began to arouse again and when Cathy felt it move against her thigh she started to stroke his cock further back to life.
(Part 10)
Yvonne returned to the staff room after what she thought was a reasonable period and thought she would check to see if anything had happened and if it hadn’t then she had resolved to bang their heads together.
When she reached the door to the room Yvonne quietly opened the door, just a crack, and peered in, and she smiled at what she saw.
Tom was sitting on a dining chair, naked from the waist down with Cathy who was naked except for black fishnet stockings sitting on his lap.
The pair were kissing while he fondled her tits and she tugged on his cock.
Yvonne should have respected their privacy and closed the door but she couldn’t take her eyes off them even when Cathy slipped off his lap onto her knees and sucked expertly on his cock.
The only reason she did curtail her viewing was when she was interrupted.
It was Claire Collister and her girlfriend Kerry Freeborn, who had formerly worked in the pool and sauna suite but chose to make the change to working at the Sin Palace.
Claire was a skinny and 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.
“What’s going on in there?” Kelly asked
“You should really ask who’s in there” Yvonne replied
“Ooh that sounds intriguing” Claire asked “So who’s in there then?”
“Tom and Cathy” she replied
“Really? Are they doing the dirty?” Kelly asked
“I think you could say that” Yvonne replied
“About bloody time” Claire said “Let’s have a look”
“I think we should give them some privacy” Yvonne said
“Well you were having a good look” Kelly said indignantly
“Well yes” she admitted “That was different”
“Just a quick look” Kelly begged
“Oh ok but just for a minute” She conceded
Yvonne quietly opened the door again, just a crack as before, and the three of them peered in and things had moved on a pace between times.
Cathy was bent over the end of the sofa and Tom was servicing her from behind much to her obvious pleasure as she gripped on to the sofa.
Cathy was almost spent and all she could do was emit low rasping moans in response to his penetrations but he drove on and on and as she went rigid before his loins she rallied all her remaining strength and screamed and then a second later his cock twitched and pulsed inside her.
Cathy then collapsed forward, totally and literally shagged but Tom paused with his hands on her hips and stayed in her a moment longer while he admired the spent sensual being impaled on his cock and he mused that there was something very powerful about being inside a woman from behind and
Cathy thought he could do that to her again anytime he wanted to.
Yvonne thought that was an appropriate moment to leave the couple to enjoy the afterglow moments in peace so she quietly pulled the door to.
“Wow” Kelly said “That was hot”
“I’ll say” Claire agreed
The diminutive pair generally took pleasure from every situation and watch Tom banging Cathy made them very hot so they made their excuses to Yvonne and went off to take pleasure from each other.
Yvonne knew perfectly well what the girls were going to do but even if she didn’t know where, that could have been anywhere the dirty pair had a well-deserved reputation.
Yvonne didn’t mind, after all she had plans herself, which in her case involved a dildo she kept in her desk draw.
Wednesday, 22 February 2017
Tuesday, 21 February 2017
Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (06) Coming of Age
(Part 01)
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 but 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 and she was correct in part at least.
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.
(Part 02)
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.
Lucy Thomas remained engaged to her Childhood sweetheart, 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.
She decided not to tell him the truth because 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 and her best friend were its star attractions.
The financial rewards were far superior, which didn’t hurt but it was the job satisfaction that pleased Cathy and Lucy.
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, but she was still hopeful that she would still meet the man who would quicken her pulse and get her damp.
However the events which led to that happening came about after Lucy discovered the man she was punishing was her fiancé Peter.
Lucy went berserk and beat him bloody before she dumped him.
Cathy had made a lot of friends at the House of Fun and all the employees were like a family so when one was hurt the others all rallied round.
Lucy was very upset by events so Yvonne put her up in a suite in the Hotel for a few days.
However despite being consoled by all her friends it was her chief admirer, Callum McDonnell, the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, gently spoken, good looking and very muscular who was most consulate.
Callum was 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.
But at 5am the morning after the upset his shovel like hands were well employed as he consoled her with his huge cock in the swimming pool changing rooms.
Since that early morning shag they had spent all their spare time together which left Cathy to feel her singlehood rather more acutely than she had before.
(Part 03)
After all of Lucy’s upset she needed somewhere to stay while the split with Peter was finalized and the house was sold so with Cathy being her best friend it was a no brainer because she lived alone in a five bedroom house and with no significant other on the horizon, so she said
“Come and live with me”
Not that she saw much more of her outside work than she did before but that was only because she was all loved up.
But it wasn't long after Lucy began receiving regular and generous portions of Cullum’s attentions that Tom Rowlands started working for the House of Fun and Cathy fell for him hook line and sinker.
She thought he was gorgeous, tall dark and handsome with a really warm smile, but after three weeks she was getting nowhere and beat seven bells out of her punters in the S & M rooms to get rid of her frustrations.
Cathy’s alter ego, Spanking Sadie worked the S & M rooms with her friend Lucy, Wynona Whiplash, 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 and they were all feeling her tension.
But “Sadie” may have released her tensions but it wasn’t scratching her itch, so until she could get Tom to shag her she had to make do watching him in action from the voyeur rooms wetting her fingers in the darkness as she watched some lucky cow getting what she wanted.
But she didn’t restrict her masturbations to Tom Rowlands performances she also liked to watch Claire and her girlfriend Kelly in action either in a spanking session on taking turns noshing off a Vicars Wife.
After a month of pleasuring herself in the darkness as Tom Rowlands spanked and wanked someone in the roleplay rooms there was a change in her fortunes in the shape of a young heiress, Michele DeWerth.
She was the only child of a wealthy Downshire couple with far more money than sense, and they had passed a great deal of it onto Michele in the form of a trust fund which came into effect on the occasion of her 21st birthday a month earlier.
More importantly along with her trust fund came her independence and the financial means to do things that her parents really wouldn’t have approved of in anyway.
And it was that new found independence that brought her to Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun to indulge all of her nasty fantasies.
For her 21st birthday itself her parents flew her to America in a private jet to go on a riding holiday in Colorado.
She was a pretty girl, only a tiny little thing, with short blonde hair and a sweet smile which belied the wicked thought of lust which filled her head.
But sitting astride a great Honey coloured colt in North America it was to be the only thing between her legs beside her own fingers for the entire holiday and she was determined on her return to Downshire to rectify that situation without delay.
Which was why her first port of call was the House of fun.
(Part 04)
On returning home to Downshire from her pleasant yet sexually frustrating North American Riding holiday, the first thing she did was phone the Spa and book herself in for a three day shagathon.
She had spent many hours on her holidays either while in the saddle or more often beneath the duvet dreaming of the things she wanted done to her, which culminated in her fingering away her sexually frustrations.
Michele even flicked herself off in the toilet on the flight home while her parents slept, but as the plane landed she was still feeling really horny.
The drive to the family home in Tipton seems to take forever, it was both long and uncomfortable, the former due to the horrendous rush hour traffic and latter because of her wet knickers.
So she thought, rightly or wrongly, the best course of action was to make her way to Pangmere as soon as was humanly possible and indulge in some youthful delights.
Almost as soon as they arrived home she was off again, she just took a little time to freshen up, change her pants and throw a few clothes into a bag and then off she went again.
As she drove through the Downshire country side her thoughts were far removed from her appreciation of her beautiful surroundings in fact they were extremely lurid and resulted in the soiling of another pair of knickers, she would very soon run out of clean ones, still she didn’t plan on wearing pants very much for the next few days.
She was not inexperienced sexually, though she was not as well versed in the carnal arts as she would have liked and those experiences she had sampled had not really cut the mustard which was why she wanted to try the play rooms at the House of Fun.
Just before she set off from her home in Tipton she phoned ahead to say she was coming and what time she thought she would arrive.
“I would like to start as soon as possible” she said “Very soon”
“No problem” Agnes the receptionist replied “Did you decide which package you wanted?”
“Oh yes” Michele replied triumphantly “Number 11”
“That a very good choice” Agnes said “We will see you soon”
Package 11 was one of the play room scenarios involving spanking, wanking and full penetration in one of the special play rooms “The Stables”.
As soon as Agnes hung up she checked the availability of the “Stable” rooms on the computer and found one of them was still free so she booked it in the name of Michele DeWerth.
After that she check who was on duty and assigned Tom Rowlands to tend to Michele’s needs.
He was perfect for the Role playing rooms as before he turned his hand to the sex trade he was an actor, and that was the key component, acting.
But she couldn’t see anyone who could play the gooseberry which was a problem.
The “Gooseberry” was important for first timers, especially young women, just to make sure no boundaries’ were crossed and that the safe words were observed, and that the girl didn’t do more than she wanted to do.
Agnes was left with no alternative but to refer it to Yvonne.
(Part 05)
Yvonne walked into the staff room in her customary mode of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking around the hotel without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or on that occasion the thoughts of a good shag.
She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy.
On that day as she walked into the room her lips were still sticky from having rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a headmistress from Childean.
There were a handful of staff in the room and among their number was Tom Rowlands.
“Ah Tom” she said “I think we will have to cancel your outing in the Stable”
“Really? Why? What’s the problem?” he asked
“We don’t have a Gooseberry I’m afraid” she replied
Reading a magazine at the back of the room was Cathy Ridge and her ears pricked up.
She thought that could be her chance to get up close and personal with Tom.
“I can do it” Cathy said
“Thank you Cathy” Yvonne said “But it’s not really your bag”
“I do have more than one string to my bow” Cathy said
“I don’t know” Yvonne retorted “What do you think Tom?”
“I don’t see why not” he replied and smiled at Cathy.
Yvonne thought about it for a moment and looked from Cathy and Tom and back again, and although she thought she might be opening Pandora’s Box putting the pair of them together she said
“Ok, but you need to get changed, this isn’t a job Sadie, wear something more appropriate to the brief”
Cathy went to the costume department where Yvonne’s niece Lesley worked and she kitted Cathy out in an outfit suitable for the stable scenario.
Bib and brace dungarees over a white t-shirt and big blue knickers and wellington boots on her feet.
When Michele arrived at the Hotel she went straight to reception and spoke to Agnes who then proceeded to check her in.
After the process was complete and payments were taken Michele went upstairs to her room and dropped off her bags and immediately returned to reception where Agnes called over one of the support staff, Emily Riley, a sweet young girl of five foot nothing with and an angelic countenance, who was to take her to the play room.
“Do you need an outfit?” Emily asked “I can take you up to the costume department”
“No I’m fine I already have something with me” Michele replied
“Ok then I’ll take you straight to the fun place” Emily said
“Oh yes please” she replied “I can’t wait”
“Is this your first time here?” Emily asked
“Is it that obvious?”
“Yes” Emily replied “You’ll be different next time”
“What if there isn’t a next time?” Michele asked
“Everyone always comes back” she replied and then held the door open and Michele stepped inside and got ready for action.
(Part 06)
Tom was looking forward to his afternoon’s work, and the addition of the lovely Cathy, who he had been hoping to get to know better, added a little spice to proceedings.
He and Cathy got to the room and he pushed it open and walked inside and Cathy followed him but secreted herself out of sight.
“Hello” he called as the door opened.
And inside he found Michele DeWerth in the stable grooming her horse, not a real one as Yvonne wouldn’t allow animals on the premises, wearing only a baggy sweater and riding boots.
“Oh” she gasped “Tom”
“And what are you up to today?” he asked as he gave her a thorough appraisal
“I’m not doing anything wrong” she said defensively “honestly Tom”
“Really?” he quizzed “You do have a history of naughtiness”
Michele got anxious and tried to quickly defend herself talking rapidly.
“We got caught out in the rain and my shirt and jodhpurs got wet so I’m drying them on the heater and this is the only dry thing I had to wear” Michele said and she was almost breathless when she finished
“Are you sure that it was the rain that wet your jodhpurs?” he asked “and not your dirty thoughts”
“No it was the rain” she said coyly and blushed deeply and then almost as an afterthought she added.
“Honestly Tom, I’m not a dirty girl”
“I think you are very naughty” he said sternly
“I’m not Tom I’m really not” she said very childlike
“So you haven’t done anything that deserves a spanking then?” He asked and there was a pause
“Well I’ve been a little bit naughty” she said coyly
There were hay bales stacked against the wall with horse blankets laying on them so Tom sat down on the hay bale and lay his bag on the floor.
Michele looked coyly in his direction and putting down her curry comb she walked slowly over to him with her head bowed looking at her leather booted feet.
“So you must be the naughtiest girl I’d ever seen?” he asked her
“Yes Tom” she answered quietly and he took her by the hand and bent her across his knee.
Tom pulled the jumper up over her hips and exposed her perfect little buttocks
“I think six of the best for such a naughty girl” he said “And I want you to count”
Then he gave her a firm crisp slap on one cheek
“One” Michele said
Then one on the other cheek
“Two”
Then the first again
“Three”
Then the second
“Four”
Then another crisp slap
“Five”
And a very hard one to finish
“SIX” she yelled as she squirmed on his lap and then let out a long satisfying sigh.
Tom gazed down at his handiwork, looking down at her perfect little cheeks, round and white now blushed with vivid red, and then he allowed his hand to caress the round pert buttocks, his digits stroking the red streaks left by his fingers.
From her perfect, if tarnished cheeks, his fingers traced her delicious shape to the top of her thigh and she squirmed again and let out another languid sigh
Tom craned his neck so he could see as his fingers explored her inner thigh and he felt her tense and she let out an involuntary murmur the moment when his fingertips touched the first wispy pubes of her luscious bush.
(Part 07)
Michele could feel his fingers explore her inner thigh and she tensed and she let out an involuntary murmur the moment when his fingertips touched the first wispy pubes of her luscious bush and she could feel his swollen cock pressing hard into her belly and as his fingers parted her labia she moaned uncontrollably.
Tom elicited the most divine moan from her when he first touched her pussy and when his forefinger entered her she growled and he explored the creamy wetness of her hot pussy.
He worked at her rhythmically and each stroke of her slippery slit brought another exquisite moan from her, and rubbing her clit brought yet another and then he felt her body spasm as she came.
As she lay across his lap she was very satisfied with the first part of her fantasy but she was still aware of his cock pressing against her belly so she was confident part two would be equally satisfying.
Tom looked down at the naughty little kitten purring like a cat as she lay across his lap and he was very much enjoying the moment and trying to decide how he would enjoy her some more when she was suddenly startled and quickly climbed off his lap then stared intently at the door.
Tom turned and looked as well and saw Cathy standing in the doorway looking altogether flustered.
Cathy was only supposed to be the “Gooseberry” and observe proceedings and ensure that no abuse took place, but at the point she was spotted by Michele she was not in the least bit worried about impartiality or fair play.
All the time she was watching the role play as the beautiful young woman got spanked and wanked Cathy just got hot and wet, very hot and very wet and she didn’t want to just watch anymore.
“I think she’s been a naughty girl too” Michele said “she was watching us”
“Really?” he said to Cathy and she nodded in response.
“Well you know what that means” Tom said and Cathy nodded again and quickly kicked off her wellington boots and then almost ran across the stable set and as she stood before Tom she undid her dungarees and they fell to the ground.
He then gestured to her big blue knickers with his eyes, which sported a very large damp patch, and she quickly pulled them down to her knees briefly exposing her beautiful furry bush before launching herself across his knees.
“Can I count Tom” Michele begged as she was sitting a few feet away with her back to the wall.
“Yes” Tom answered “six of the best again I think”
Michele nodded and then he gave a firm crisp slap on Cathy’s right cheek
“One” Michele said
Then on the other cheek
“Two”
Then the right again
“Three”
Then the left
“Four”
Then another crisp slap on the right
“Five” Michele said with glee “now do the next one hard”
So as instructed by Michele Tom gave Cathy a very hard smack to finish.
“SIX” Michele yelled as Cathy squirmed on his lap.
Tom looked down at his handiwork again and held her gently bent across his knee as she squirmed and wriggled on his knee clearly anticipating what was coming next.
(Part 08)
Tom’s cock prodded Cathy’s belly as he inspected the red bloom where he had spanked her bare flesh and without pause he instantly sort out her hot little pussy.
He watched her lying across him as his fingers probed at her juicy minge and his experienced digits rubbed and worked on her roughly and her cunny responded with liquid acquiescence.
And as he did Michele leant forward so she could whisper in his ear.
“She’s looking at my nonny”
He looked down at Cathy and through her tousled hair he could see she definitely had her eyes on Michele’s bejeweled prize.
Michele self-consciously pulled her sweater down to cover herself.
“Don’t cover it up” Tom said “open your legs wider, show her a little more”
This was not part of her fantasy but reluctantly Michele obliged and Cathy murmured and sighed
“Cathy likes what she sees” Tom said to her “it’s making her very wet”
“It’s making me wet” Michele admitted as she spread her legs wider still.
It didn’t take long after that to finish Cathy off and after he had brought her to a climax she wriggled off his lap like a fish left high and dry by the tide and headed towards Michele open thighs and her head worked its way up her legs like a pig snuffling for truffles until to both girls satisfaction Cathy found the prized delicacy and feasted on it with relish.
Unfortunately Cathy’s spasmodic wriggling on his lap, on top of his already heightened arousal from Michele’s prior performance had unfortunately caused him to cream his pants.
Something that hadn’t happed to him since his teens,
So having tipped his barrow prematurely his further participation was ruled out as he wouldn’t be able to make any meaningful contribution to the proceedings for the next 30 minutes so he left the girls playing together.
Tom decided to go to the staff room and wait for his recuperation, where lusty tales from the redoubtable Kelly and her girlfriend Claire began to put lead back in his pencil.
The loading was completed when he returned to the Stable set and discreetly watched Michele and Cathy noshing each other 69 style, then he slipped back out into the corridor again.
It was about forty minutes after he first left the girls that he returned to the stable set, just in time to see a red faced Cathy bustle through the doorway and collide with him.
“Oh hello” Cathy said somewhat flustered and as they stood there in close proximity she reached up and kissed him long and slow, her lips tasted of pussy and so did her tongue.
“Must dash” she said abruptly with a giggle “I have to go and punish someone”
As Cathy walked away to get ready for her next customer she was feeling very turned on and a little surprised, she had never before been attracted to a girl, but she had been in the stable, she was in fact, obviously, otherwise she wouldn’t have done what she had done or allowed Michele to do it to her.
Cathy had one or two dalliances in her teens but that was only kissing which didn’t lead anywhere.
She was then and always had been very partial to cock and she was still very keen to try Toms and furthermore she was confident he was going to let her, or at least she hoped he would.
(Part 09)
As Cathy walked away to get ready for her next customer she was feeling very turned on and a little surprised, she had never before been attracted to a girl, but she had been in the stable, she was in fact, obviously, otherwise she wouldn’t have done what she had done or allowed Michele to do it to her.
Cathy had one or two dalliances in her teens but that was only kissing which didn’t lead anywhere.
She was then and always had been very partial to cock and she was still very keen to try Toms and furthermore she was confident he was going to let her, or at least she hoped he would.
Tom watched her walk away and then he went through the stable door and saw Michele lying on top of the horse blanket with her eyes closed and a very definite smile on her lips.
But as his curled beast was reawakening he was interested in lips of a different kind.
“Well this time you have definitely been naughty” he said standing over her and she opened her eyes and looked up at him.
“Yes very naughty” she said and the smile turned into a grin.
“But I don’t want another spank” she said quickly as she rose up onto her knees in front of him, Tom inclined his head to kiss her and she obliged him enthusiastically.
Michele’s lips tasted of Cathy, and he suspected they would again sometime soon.
The kiss only lasted seconds as she had eyes only for his belt as she quickly undid the buckle and then equally quickly moved on to his flies,
Once she had pulled the zipper down, Toms trousers and pants quickly followed, then she roughly grabbed hold of his cock.
“It’s sticky” Michele said and giggled
“It was you and your girlfriend who made it sticky” he said and Michele giggled again and then took his sticky cock in her mouth.
Tom suspected that on that day she had experienced many firsts and he was almost certain she’d never sucked on a cock before, he had been on the receiving end on many occasions and as enthusiastic as she was she was not the most proficient but it was serving its purpose.
When she disengaged her enthusiastic lips from his bell end he sat down on the blanket beside her, his cock standing perpendicularly proud and the dirty little filly took no persuading to climb aboard and at the second attempt her tight pussy lips encased his throbbing cock as her slippery lips slid down to the root of his shaft.
And the satisfying moan that escaped her as she mounted him was such a primeval, sensual sound which made him grow inside her.
Tom made Michele remove her sweater and he saw her glorious little naked body for the first time.
She had beautiful little tits with perfect rose bud nipples which jiggled deliciously and if she was at all self-conscious she didn’t show it as she set about riding him to the finish line.
(Part 10)
As things progressed with Michele riding on Tom’s cock it was clear that she was losing control, a horse beneath her she could control but she was riding a very different beast and she was not all together in command.
So grasping a divine little cheek in each hand Tom pulled her tightly onto him and rolled her sideways so she was on her back and he was on his knees.
She looked small and delicate on her back, her tits all but disappeared but the soft clear skin led down unblemished to the neat triangle of blonde hair and the narrow trembling hips.
Tom then proceeded to finish what Michele had started but with all the activity on a hay bale, not designed for the purpose it was being employed in, it crumbled and fell to the floor and Michele went along with it.
But undeterred she scrambled to her feet and climbed onto a less used bail and as her pert buttocks waivered before him he plugged into her tight cunny in an instant.
He wasn’t all together sure that that was what she had in mind but she didn’t complain; in fact the only utterances from her were of the animal kind as he toyed with her soft little tits and teased her rosebud nipples and stared at her delightful quivering buttocks as he performed repeated penetrations of her tight cunny until with a girlish scream and a satisfying shudder she came, hard, and Tom gave her two more extremely short strokes and he followed her to the finish line.
Reluctantly, Tom withdrew from the comfortable heat of her pussy and she immediately turned around and hugged him.
“Wow” she said panting hard “this is the best birthday treat ever”
It wasn’t actually her birthday but it had come about as a direct result of coming of age and receiving the financial independence to indulge her fantasies but although it wasn’t strictly speaking her birthday it was very much a treat, and one she would be indulging in again and again.
“Happy birthday” Tom said and hugged her back.
Tom had redressed and was sitting on the remaining hay bales watching Michele wrapped in a horse blanket and still wearing her riding boots moving around the stable gathering her clothes together.
Tom’s duties were complete but he was in no rush to leave, glanced at his watch and then at Michele with a little bit of fluff showing below her blanket, and he decided he would stay and watch her a little bit longer.
Normally when the deed was done he made a polite exit.
“So what do you have in mind for your next session?” he asked “another treat?”
“Oh yes” she replied “I have loads of things in mind”
“And a few new ones I’m guessing after today” He said
“Oh yes” Michele replied wistfully
Tom was of course referring to Cathy’s unexpected involvement in proceedings which resulted in the noshing of each other’s pussies, a first for both participants.
Michele had a lengthy play book, full of sexy scenarios, that she was anxious to bring to fruition.
However the inclusion of a girl, or perhaps girls, had hitherto gone unconsidered in her fantasies.
Going forward that would very much have to change.
As Michele had gone silent he assumed she was digesting what he had said and contented himself watching her.
She was completely naked with her back to him and he continued to watch in silence as she wriggled her skinny arse into her jeans and then she bent over and her breasts hung down seductively as one at a time she pulled on her shoes.
All too soon it was over and she was fully dressed and walking towards him.
“Well I hope I’m included in another of your “Treats”” Tom said and kissed her forehead
“God yes” she exclaimed
Although it was relatively early she went to her room and ordered room service, and in bed and asleep by nine, she was completely exhausted, partly due to jet lag but mainly because of the number of times she had cum.
So she slept and dreamt about Cumming again the next day.
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 but 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 and she was correct in part at least.
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.
(Part 02)
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.
Lucy Thomas remained engaged to her Childhood sweetheart, 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.
She decided not to tell him the truth because 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 and her best friend were its star attractions.
The financial rewards were far superior, which didn’t hurt but it was the job satisfaction that pleased Cathy and Lucy.
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, but she was still hopeful that she would still meet the man who would quicken her pulse and get her damp.
However the events which led to that happening came about after Lucy discovered the man she was punishing was her fiancé Peter.
Lucy went berserk and beat him bloody before she dumped him.
Cathy had made a lot of friends at the House of Fun and all the employees were like a family so when one was hurt the others all rallied round.
Lucy was very upset by events so Yvonne put her up in a suite in the Hotel for a few days.
However despite being consoled by all her friends it was her chief admirer, Callum McDonnell, the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, gently spoken, good looking and very muscular who was most consulate.
Callum was 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.
But at 5am the morning after the upset his shovel like hands were well employed as he consoled her with his huge cock in the swimming pool changing rooms.
Since that early morning shag they had spent all their spare time together which left Cathy to feel her singlehood rather more acutely than she had before.
(Part 03)
After all of Lucy’s upset she needed somewhere to stay while the split with Peter was finalized and the house was sold so with Cathy being her best friend it was a no brainer because she lived alone in a five bedroom house and with no significant other on the horizon, so she said
“Come and live with me”
Not that she saw much more of her outside work than she did before but that was only because she was all loved up.
But it wasn't long after Lucy began receiving regular and generous portions of Cullum’s attentions that Tom Rowlands started working for the House of Fun and Cathy fell for him hook line and sinker.
She thought he was gorgeous, tall dark and handsome with a really warm smile, but after three weeks she was getting nowhere and beat seven bells out of her punters in the S & M rooms to get rid of her frustrations.
Cathy’s alter ego, Spanking Sadie worked the S & M rooms with her friend Lucy, Wynona Whiplash, 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 and they were all feeling her tension.
But “Sadie” may have released her tensions but it wasn’t scratching her itch, so until she could get Tom to shag her she had to make do watching him in action from the voyeur rooms wetting her fingers in the darkness as she watched some lucky cow getting what she wanted.
But she didn’t restrict her masturbations to Tom Rowlands performances she also liked to watch Claire and her girlfriend Kelly in action either in a spanking session on taking turns noshing off a Vicars Wife.
After a month of pleasuring herself in the darkness as Tom Rowlands spanked and wanked someone in the roleplay rooms there was a change in her fortunes in the shape of a young heiress, Michele DeWerth.
She was the only child of a wealthy Downshire couple with far more money than sense, and they had passed a great deal of it onto Michele in the form of a trust fund which came into effect on the occasion of her 21st birthday a month earlier.
More importantly along with her trust fund came her independence and the financial means to do things that her parents really wouldn’t have approved of in anyway.
And it was that new found independence that brought her to Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun to indulge all of her nasty fantasies.
For her 21st birthday itself her parents flew her to America in a private jet to go on a riding holiday in Colorado.
She was a pretty girl, only a tiny little thing, with short blonde hair and a sweet smile which belied the wicked thought of lust which filled her head.
But sitting astride a great Honey coloured colt in North America it was to be the only thing between her legs beside her own fingers for the entire holiday and she was determined on her return to Downshire to rectify that situation without delay.
Which was why her first port of call was the House of fun.
(Part 04)
On returning home to Downshire from her pleasant yet sexually frustrating North American Riding holiday, the first thing she did was phone the Spa and book herself in for a three day shagathon.
She had spent many hours on her holidays either while in the saddle or more often beneath the duvet dreaming of the things she wanted done to her, which culminated in her fingering away her sexually frustrations.
Michele even flicked herself off in the toilet on the flight home while her parents slept, but as the plane landed she was still feeling really horny.
The drive to the family home in Tipton seems to take forever, it was both long and uncomfortable, the former due to the horrendous rush hour traffic and latter because of her wet knickers.
So she thought, rightly or wrongly, the best course of action was to make her way to Pangmere as soon as was humanly possible and indulge in some youthful delights.
Almost as soon as they arrived home she was off again, she just took a little time to freshen up, change her pants and throw a few clothes into a bag and then off she went again.
As she drove through the Downshire country side her thoughts were far removed from her appreciation of her beautiful surroundings in fact they were extremely lurid and resulted in the soiling of another pair of knickers, she would very soon run out of clean ones, still she didn’t plan on wearing pants very much for the next few days.
She was not inexperienced sexually, though she was not as well versed in the carnal arts as she would have liked and those experiences she had sampled had not really cut the mustard which was why she wanted to try the play rooms at the House of Fun.
Just before she set off from her home in Tipton she phoned ahead to say she was coming and what time she thought she would arrive.
“I would like to start as soon as possible” she said “Very soon”
“No problem” Agnes the receptionist replied “Did you decide which package you wanted?”
“Oh yes” Michele replied triumphantly “Number 11”
“That a very good choice” Agnes said “We will see you soon”
Package 11 was one of the play room scenarios involving spanking, wanking and full penetration in one of the special play rooms “The Stables”.
As soon as Agnes hung up she checked the availability of the “Stable” rooms on the computer and found one of them was still free so she booked it in the name of Michele DeWerth.
After that she check who was on duty and assigned Tom Rowlands to tend to Michele’s needs.
He was perfect for the Role playing rooms as before he turned his hand to the sex trade he was an actor, and that was the key component, acting.
But she couldn’t see anyone who could play the gooseberry which was a problem.
The “Gooseberry” was important for first timers, especially young women, just to make sure no boundaries’ were crossed and that the safe words were observed, and that the girl didn’t do more than she wanted to do.
Agnes was left with no alternative but to refer it to Yvonne.
(Part 05)
Yvonne walked into the staff room in her customary mode of dress, skirt, top, stockings and no knickers.
She enjoyed walking around the hotel without her knickers, especially when meeting important people, and even more so when she was suitably moistened by a good shag or on that occasion the thoughts of a good shag.
She had taken to doing it very soon after the House of Fun got going and it made her feel very sexy.
On that day as she walked into the room her lips were still sticky from having rubbed herself off in the darkness as she watched her two most enthusiastic girls Claire and Kelly double teaming a headmistress from Childean.
There were a handful of staff in the room and among their number was Tom Rowlands.
“Ah Tom” she said “I think we will have to cancel your outing in the Stable”
“Really? Why? What’s the problem?” he asked
“We don’t have a Gooseberry I’m afraid” she replied
Reading a magazine at the back of the room was Cathy Ridge and her ears pricked up.
She thought that could be her chance to get up close and personal with Tom.
“I can do it” Cathy said
“Thank you Cathy” Yvonne said “But it’s not really your bag”
“I do have more than one string to my bow” Cathy said
“I don’t know” Yvonne retorted “What do you think Tom?”
“I don’t see why not” he replied and smiled at Cathy.
Yvonne thought about it for a moment and looked from Cathy and Tom and back again, and although she thought she might be opening Pandora’s Box putting the pair of them together she said
“Ok, but you need to get changed, this isn’t a job Sadie, wear something more appropriate to the brief”
Cathy went to the costume department where Yvonne’s niece Lesley worked and she kitted Cathy out in an outfit suitable for the stable scenario.
Bib and brace dungarees over a white t-shirt and big blue knickers and wellington boots on her feet.
When Michele arrived at the Hotel she went straight to reception and spoke to Agnes who then proceeded to check her in.
After the process was complete and payments were taken Michele went upstairs to her room and dropped off her bags and immediately returned to reception where Agnes called over one of the support staff, Emily Riley, a sweet young girl of five foot nothing with and an angelic countenance, who was to take her to the play room.
“Do you need an outfit?” Emily asked “I can take you up to the costume department”
“No I’m fine I already have something with me” Michele replied
“Ok then I’ll take you straight to the fun place” Emily said
“Oh yes please” she replied “I can’t wait”
“Is this your first time here?” Emily asked
“Is it that obvious?”
“Yes” Emily replied “You’ll be different next time”
“What if there isn’t a next time?” Michele asked
“Everyone always comes back” she replied and then held the door open and Michele stepped inside and got ready for action.
(Part 06)
Tom was looking forward to his afternoon’s work, and the addition of the lovely Cathy, who he had been hoping to get to know better, added a little spice to proceedings.
He and Cathy got to the room and he pushed it open and walked inside and Cathy followed him but secreted herself out of sight.
“Hello” he called as the door opened.
And inside he found Michele DeWerth in the stable grooming her horse, not a real one as Yvonne wouldn’t allow animals on the premises, wearing only a baggy sweater and riding boots.
“Oh” she gasped “Tom”
“And what are you up to today?” he asked as he gave her a thorough appraisal
“I’m not doing anything wrong” she said defensively “honestly Tom”
“Really?” he quizzed “You do have a history of naughtiness”
Michele got anxious and tried to quickly defend herself talking rapidly.
“We got caught out in the rain and my shirt and jodhpurs got wet so I’m drying them on the heater and this is the only dry thing I had to wear” Michele said and she was almost breathless when she finished
“Are you sure that it was the rain that wet your jodhpurs?” he asked “and not your dirty thoughts”
“No it was the rain” she said coyly and blushed deeply and then almost as an afterthought she added.
“Honestly Tom, I’m not a dirty girl”
“I think you are very naughty” he said sternly
“I’m not Tom I’m really not” she said very childlike
“So you haven’t done anything that deserves a spanking then?” He asked and there was a pause
“Well I’ve been a little bit naughty” she said coyly
There were hay bales stacked against the wall with horse blankets laying on them so Tom sat down on the hay bale and lay his bag on the floor.
Michele looked coyly in his direction and putting down her curry comb she walked slowly over to him with her head bowed looking at her leather booted feet.
“So you must be the naughtiest girl I’d ever seen?” he asked her
“Yes Tom” she answered quietly and he took her by the hand and bent her across his knee.
Tom pulled the jumper up over her hips and exposed her perfect little buttocks
“I think six of the best for such a naughty girl” he said “And I want you to count”
Then he gave her a firm crisp slap on one cheek
“One” Michele said
Then one on the other cheek
“Two”
Then the first again
“Three”
Then the second
“Four”
Then another crisp slap
“Five”
And a very hard one to finish
“SIX” she yelled as she squirmed on his lap and then let out a long satisfying sigh.
Tom gazed down at his handiwork, looking down at her perfect little cheeks, round and white now blushed with vivid red, and then he allowed his hand to caress the round pert buttocks, his digits stroking the red streaks left by his fingers.
From her perfect, if tarnished cheeks, his fingers traced her delicious shape to the top of her thigh and she squirmed again and let out another languid sigh
Tom craned his neck so he could see as his fingers explored her inner thigh and he felt her tense and she let out an involuntary murmur the moment when his fingertips touched the first wispy pubes of her luscious bush.
(Part 07)
Michele could feel his fingers explore her inner thigh and she tensed and she let out an involuntary murmur the moment when his fingertips touched the first wispy pubes of her luscious bush and she could feel his swollen cock pressing hard into her belly and as his fingers parted her labia she moaned uncontrollably.
Tom elicited the most divine moan from her when he first touched her pussy and when his forefinger entered her she growled and he explored the creamy wetness of her hot pussy.
He worked at her rhythmically and each stroke of her slippery slit brought another exquisite moan from her, and rubbing her clit brought yet another and then he felt her body spasm as she came.
As she lay across his lap she was very satisfied with the first part of her fantasy but she was still aware of his cock pressing against her belly so she was confident part two would be equally satisfying.
Tom looked down at the naughty little kitten purring like a cat as she lay across his lap and he was very much enjoying the moment and trying to decide how he would enjoy her some more when she was suddenly startled and quickly climbed off his lap then stared intently at the door.
Tom turned and looked as well and saw Cathy standing in the doorway looking altogether flustered.
Cathy was only supposed to be the “Gooseberry” and observe proceedings and ensure that no abuse took place, but at the point she was spotted by Michele she was not in the least bit worried about impartiality or fair play.
All the time she was watching the role play as the beautiful young woman got spanked and wanked Cathy just got hot and wet, very hot and very wet and she didn’t want to just watch anymore.
“I think she’s been a naughty girl too” Michele said “she was watching us”
“Really?” he said to Cathy and she nodded in response.
“Well you know what that means” Tom said and Cathy nodded again and quickly kicked off her wellington boots and then almost ran across the stable set and as she stood before Tom she undid her dungarees and they fell to the ground.
He then gestured to her big blue knickers with his eyes, which sported a very large damp patch, and she quickly pulled them down to her knees briefly exposing her beautiful furry bush before launching herself across his knees.
“Can I count Tom” Michele begged as she was sitting a few feet away with her back to the wall.
“Yes” Tom answered “six of the best again I think”
Michele nodded and then he gave a firm crisp slap on Cathy’s right cheek
“One” Michele said
Then on the other cheek
“Two”
Then the right again
“Three”
Then the left
“Four”
Then another crisp slap on the right
“Five” Michele said with glee “now do the next one hard”
So as instructed by Michele Tom gave Cathy a very hard smack to finish.
“SIX” Michele yelled as Cathy squirmed on his lap.
Tom looked down at his handiwork again and held her gently bent across his knee as she squirmed and wriggled on his knee clearly anticipating what was coming next.
(Part 08)
Tom’s cock prodded Cathy’s belly as he inspected the red bloom where he had spanked her bare flesh and without pause he instantly sort out her hot little pussy.
He watched her lying across him as his fingers probed at her juicy minge and his experienced digits rubbed and worked on her roughly and her cunny responded with liquid acquiescence.
And as he did Michele leant forward so she could whisper in his ear.
“She’s looking at my nonny”
He looked down at Cathy and through her tousled hair he could see she definitely had her eyes on Michele’s bejeweled prize.
Michele self-consciously pulled her sweater down to cover herself.
“Don’t cover it up” Tom said “open your legs wider, show her a little more”
This was not part of her fantasy but reluctantly Michele obliged and Cathy murmured and sighed
“Cathy likes what she sees” Tom said to her “it’s making her very wet”
“It’s making me wet” Michele admitted as she spread her legs wider still.
It didn’t take long after that to finish Cathy off and after he had brought her to a climax she wriggled off his lap like a fish left high and dry by the tide and headed towards Michele open thighs and her head worked its way up her legs like a pig snuffling for truffles until to both girls satisfaction Cathy found the prized delicacy and feasted on it with relish.
Unfortunately Cathy’s spasmodic wriggling on his lap, on top of his already heightened arousal from Michele’s prior performance had unfortunately caused him to cream his pants.
Something that hadn’t happed to him since his teens,
So having tipped his barrow prematurely his further participation was ruled out as he wouldn’t be able to make any meaningful contribution to the proceedings for the next 30 minutes so he left the girls playing together.
Tom decided to go to the staff room and wait for his recuperation, where lusty tales from the redoubtable Kelly and her girlfriend Claire began to put lead back in his pencil.
The loading was completed when he returned to the Stable set and discreetly watched Michele and Cathy noshing each other 69 style, then he slipped back out into the corridor again.
It was about forty minutes after he first left the girls that he returned to the stable set, just in time to see a red faced Cathy bustle through the doorway and collide with him.
“Oh hello” Cathy said somewhat flustered and as they stood there in close proximity she reached up and kissed him long and slow, her lips tasted of pussy and so did her tongue.
“Must dash” she said abruptly with a giggle “I have to go and punish someone”
As Cathy walked away to get ready for her next customer she was feeling very turned on and a little surprised, she had never before been attracted to a girl, but she had been in the stable, she was in fact, obviously, otherwise she wouldn’t have done what she had done or allowed Michele to do it to her.
Cathy had one or two dalliances in her teens but that was only kissing which didn’t lead anywhere.
She was then and always had been very partial to cock and she was still very keen to try Toms and furthermore she was confident he was going to let her, or at least she hoped he would.
(Part 09)
As Cathy walked away to get ready for her next customer she was feeling very turned on and a little surprised, she had never before been attracted to a girl, but she had been in the stable, she was in fact, obviously, otherwise she wouldn’t have done what she had done or allowed Michele to do it to her.
Cathy had one or two dalliances in her teens but that was only kissing which didn’t lead anywhere.
She was then and always had been very partial to cock and she was still very keen to try Toms and furthermore she was confident he was going to let her, or at least she hoped he would.
Tom watched her walk away and then he went through the stable door and saw Michele lying on top of the horse blanket with her eyes closed and a very definite smile on her lips.
But as his curled beast was reawakening he was interested in lips of a different kind.
“Well this time you have definitely been naughty” he said standing over her and she opened her eyes and looked up at him.
“Yes very naughty” she said and the smile turned into a grin.
“But I don’t want another spank” she said quickly as she rose up onto her knees in front of him, Tom inclined his head to kiss her and she obliged him enthusiastically.
Michele’s lips tasted of Cathy, and he suspected they would again sometime soon.
The kiss only lasted seconds as she had eyes only for his belt as she quickly undid the buckle and then equally quickly moved on to his flies,
Once she had pulled the zipper down, Toms trousers and pants quickly followed, then she roughly grabbed hold of his cock.
“It’s sticky” Michele said and giggled
“It was you and your girlfriend who made it sticky” he said and Michele giggled again and then took his sticky cock in her mouth.
Tom suspected that on that day she had experienced many firsts and he was almost certain she’d never sucked on a cock before, he had been on the receiving end on many occasions and as enthusiastic as she was she was not the most proficient but it was serving its purpose.
When she disengaged her enthusiastic lips from his bell end he sat down on the blanket beside her, his cock standing perpendicularly proud and the dirty little filly took no persuading to climb aboard and at the second attempt her tight pussy lips encased his throbbing cock as her slippery lips slid down to the root of his shaft.
And the satisfying moan that escaped her as she mounted him was such a primeval, sensual sound which made him grow inside her.
Tom made Michele remove her sweater and he saw her glorious little naked body for the first time.
She had beautiful little tits with perfect rose bud nipples which jiggled deliciously and if she was at all self-conscious she didn’t show it as she set about riding him to the finish line.
(Part 10)
As things progressed with Michele riding on Tom’s cock it was clear that she was losing control, a horse beneath her she could control but she was riding a very different beast and she was not all together in command.
So grasping a divine little cheek in each hand Tom pulled her tightly onto him and rolled her sideways so she was on her back and he was on his knees.
She looked small and delicate on her back, her tits all but disappeared but the soft clear skin led down unblemished to the neat triangle of blonde hair and the narrow trembling hips.
Tom then proceeded to finish what Michele had started but with all the activity on a hay bale, not designed for the purpose it was being employed in, it crumbled and fell to the floor and Michele went along with it.
But undeterred she scrambled to her feet and climbed onto a less used bail and as her pert buttocks waivered before him he plugged into her tight cunny in an instant.
He wasn’t all together sure that that was what she had in mind but she didn’t complain; in fact the only utterances from her were of the animal kind as he toyed with her soft little tits and teased her rosebud nipples and stared at her delightful quivering buttocks as he performed repeated penetrations of her tight cunny until with a girlish scream and a satisfying shudder she came, hard, and Tom gave her two more extremely short strokes and he followed her to the finish line.
Reluctantly, Tom withdrew from the comfortable heat of her pussy and she immediately turned around and hugged him.
“Wow” she said panting hard “this is the best birthday treat ever”
It wasn’t actually her birthday but it had come about as a direct result of coming of age and receiving the financial independence to indulge her fantasies but although it wasn’t strictly speaking her birthday it was very much a treat, and one she would be indulging in again and again.
“Happy birthday” Tom said and hugged her back.
Tom had redressed and was sitting on the remaining hay bales watching Michele wrapped in a horse blanket and still wearing her riding boots moving around the stable gathering her clothes together.
Tom’s duties were complete but he was in no rush to leave, glanced at his watch and then at Michele with a little bit of fluff showing below her blanket, and he decided he would stay and watch her a little bit longer.
Normally when the deed was done he made a polite exit.
“So what do you have in mind for your next session?” he asked “another treat?”
“Oh yes” she replied “I have loads of things in mind”
“And a few new ones I’m guessing after today” He said
“Oh yes” Michele replied wistfully
Tom was of course referring to Cathy’s unexpected involvement in proceedings which resulted in the noshing of each other’s pussies, a first for both participants.
Michele had a lengthy play book, full of sexy scenarios, that she was anxious to bring to fruition.
However the inclusion of a girl, or perhaps girls, had hitherto gone unconsidered in her fantasies.
Going forward that would very much have to change.
As Michele had gone silent he assumed she was digesting what he had said and contented himself watching her.
She was completely naked with her back to him and he continued to watch in silence as she wriggled her skinny arse into her jeans and then she bent over and her breasts hung down seductively as one at a time she pulled on her shoes.
All too soon it was over and she was fully dressed and walking towards him.
“Well I hope I’m included in another of your “Treats”” Tom said and kissed her forehead
“God yes” she exclaimed
Although it was relatively early she went to her room and ordered room service, and in bed and asleep by nine, she was completely exhausted, partly due to jet lag but mainly because of the number of times she had cum.
So she slept and dreamt about Cumming again the next day.
Monday, 20 February 2017
Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (05) The Therapist
(Part 01)
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.
(Part 02)
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.
(Part 03)
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”
(Part 04)
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
(Part 05)
“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
(Part 06)
“Do you not remember signing a waiver Mr Gould?” Yvonne 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.
(Part 07)
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.
(Part 08)
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.
(Part 09)
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.
(Part 10)
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.
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.
(Part 02)
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.
(Part 03)
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”
(Part 04)
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
(Part 05)
“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
(Part 06)
“Do you not remember signing a waiver Mr Gould?” Yvonne 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.
(Part 07)
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.
(Part 08)
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.
(Part 09)
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.
(Part 10)
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.
Sunday, 19 February 2017
Yvonne Makin’s House of Fun – (04) The Customer is Always Right
(Part 01)
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.
(Part 02)
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.
(Part 03)
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.
(Part 04)
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”
(Part 05)
“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”.
(Part 06)
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.
(Part 07)
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
(Part 08)
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”
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.
(Part 02)
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.
(Part 03)
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.
(Part 04)
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”
(Part 05)
“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”.
(Part 06)
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.
(Part 07)
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
(Part 08)
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”
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