Yvonne Makin
closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere and opened the House
of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology were replaced by a more
exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints, punishments and the
more unusual pleasures.
Massage was still
on the menu but under the new rules they always had a “happy ending”
Saunas also still
featured in the new regime, they were just much steamier than before.
Patrons stayed at
the Hotel for varying durations while taking their particular pleasures while
other were walk-ins.
Some were only
occasional visitors, dabblers in the delights or even one timers but the
majority were frequent flyers on Yvonne’s erotica express.
Many of the staff
from the old business stayed on to give the new trade a go, most of them merely
continued in their old roles,
Cook’s, laundry
staff, waiters, waitresses, cleaners, bar staff, housemaids, and maintenance
staff etc. whereas others chose a career change and stayed on in a different
capacity.
For example Howard
Dixon, who was a rather ordinary looking forty year old reflexology therapist,
who it transpired had a foot fetish which during his work at the spa he was
never able to fully act upon.
So for him the
change from Spa Hotel to sin palace was manna from heaven and he had managed to
turn a hobby into a very lucrative profession.
Yvonne was
surprised at the speed at which Howard had built up a regular clientele, she
hadn’t fully realized just how many foot freaks there were in Downshire.
Then there was Callum
McDonnell, the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel gardener, a gently spoken, good looking
and very muscular man who also turned out to be particular well sort after by
the punters in the new business, due partly to the fact he was very good
looking and physically fit, but mainly it was because he was hung like a horse,
well maybe not a horse but certainly a decent sized pony.
He was also very
popular with the ladies who liked a firm hand as he was extremely well versed
in the spanking department as he had hands like shovels.
Because he was in such
great demand he had made a great deal of money while enjoying himself in the
process.
As liberal as
Yvonne was and as willing as she was to accommodate the punters requests she
didn’t encourage sex between her staff and the customers, it wasn’t part of the
services on offer.
But if it was
mutually desired then that was strictly between the consenting adults involved
and nobody else and any financial arrangement made was nothing to do with the
House.
His popularity
brought about a great change in his fortunes and he never turned anyone down
even the unpleasant ones.
But he would only
have to do it for a short while longer until he paid off his mortgage and then he
would pick and choose from his list of clients which ones he would enjoy.
One
of those that certainly wouldn’t make the list was Lady Carissa
Hamilton-Wilkes, an attractive
woman, tall and slender in her early thirties whose beauty was only matched by
her arrogance.
It was Saturday
morning and July had arrived and furthermore it had delivered a very hot day,
the hottest day of the year so far and Callum was hot and bothered.
He was in a really
bad mood, for several reasons, one of which was because he had a fender bender
on his way to work.
This he found
particularly irksome, firstly because he had only had the car for three weeks
and secondly because it was his fault because his mind was elsewhere, as it
often was.
The transition
from Spa Hotel to Sin Palace happened as a direct result of Yvonne’s efforts to
increase the numbers using the Spa, even a small increase in trade would have
been beneficial to a struggling business.
So in an attempt
to boost visitors she placed adds in several bridal magazines extolling the
benefits of having a hen party at a Spa Hotel, detailing all the treatments,
plus a bar and a restaurant.
And the response
to the advertisement was more promising that she could possibly have dreamed
of, mainly because she hadn’t even considered that the Spa weekend idea would
be taken on board by hens and stags alike.
For a while it
looked like her idea was truly inspired, verging on the genius even, and it
looked to all the world that it was destined to save the business.
Things were going
so well in fact, that Yvonne had even started sleeping soundly again, but then
came the weekend when they had a hen party and stag booked in at the same time,
even though they were not the two halves of the same wedding, the writing
should have been on the wall.
Yvonne took it in
her stride however and with carful management,
both groups appeared to be having a great time and there was no
crossover of parties, until that is, the quantity of alcohol consumed eroded
all inhibitions to such an extent that the libidinous and lascivious urges won
out and the lusty room hopping took over, and it wasn’t just an isolated
incident either, it was a case of Stag on Hen, Stag on Stag and Hen on Hen, in
fact it had in a very short space of time turned into an anything goes full on
orgy.
Even the Groom in
waiting was involved and was found tied to a four poster bed, being beaten on
the buttocks with ping pong bats by the maid of honour and the bride to be of
the other party.
The bride to be
was Cathy
Ridge and her maid of honour was Lucy Thomas and they were the undoubted stars of the infamous
Stag/Hen orgy night.
Neither wedding
subsequently took place and Cathy and Lucy, were now two of Yvonne’s best
“performers” in the S and M rooms, where they had access to a lot more than
ping pong bats to use in their arsenal.
It wasn't long
after the two girls started working for the House of Fun that Callum McDonnell fell
for Lucy hook line and sinker.
He thought she was
gorgeous, stunningly attractive and with a very sweet nature, when she wasn't
beating seven bells out of someone in the S & M rooms of course.
But it wasn't
Wynona Whiplash that he was in love with it was the kind and gentle Lucy
Thomas.
Unfortunately, his
love for her was unrequited and her heart belonged to another, her fiancé
Peter.
Callum walked into
reception and at once spotted Carissa Hamilton-Wilkes sitting in one of the
luxurious armchairs wearing a tailored business suit and spectacles she was a
very pretty young woman a year or two older than he was.
And he thought if
he hadn’t known her she would definitely be on his “yes I would” list.
But he did know
her and he didn’t like her,
She was a snooty
cow who thought her money could buy her anything, which of course it did.
When he told
Yvonne he didn’t like her and asked if she would assign her give her to someone
else she said
“The customer is
always right, but if you don’t like her charge her double”
So that was what
he did.
Carissa stood up
when she saw him approaching and offered her hand to him in greeting
accompanied with a broad smile and a hearty hello and he accepted them reluctantly.
Her hand was soft
and smooth like silk and she gripped Callum’s firmly and in his large paw her
little hand was almost like that of a child.
He apologized for his tardiness but she brushed it off, pleasantries were
exchanged and then she turned away and he let her lead the way.
He followed her exotic heady fragrance, doubtless very expensive, out through
the door and down along the corridor and as he followed he studied her form and
he thought that he should have been admiring of its perfection.
He had admired her rather delightful arse once before when she first frequented
the House of Fun but that was before he got to know her.
As she strode down
the corridor her straight brown hair cascaded onto her shoulders and danced
softly there in time with her movement.
She was
immaculately dressed in a fitted white silk blouse tucked into the waist of
grey flared skirt, which complemented her slender frame perfectly, her narrow
waist and the flaring of her skirt accentuating her hips.
Her pert round buttocks
contained within the tailored skirt were quite hypnotic and her shapely legs
clad in black stockings, if he wasn’t mistaken, and the ensemble was finished
off with four-inch heels.
To be honest his
huge cock should have been throbbing at the prospect of nailing a class “A”
piece of posh tottie, but he was as limp as lettuce.
After following
Carissa down that corridor he should have been loaded and ready to fire.
He would have to
do something to get the old chap to rise to the occasion she was after all
paying a lot of money for his services to service her.
Her wonderful
plummy tones accompanied him all the way down the corridor, normally a posh
voice was a huge turn on for him, but with her it was like nails scraping on a
blackboard.
They finally arrived
at their destination which was a small meeting room, very plush all wood
paneling and leather upholstery where the action was supposed to take place and
he was still flaccid.
“I’ll leave you
for a while to get settled” he said
“Oh ok” she replied
and he closed the door.
She was a real looker and had a great body but she was
just so obnoxious, so he went into the nearest voyeur room and luckily found Claire
and Kelly double teaming a Vicar’s Wife and he was suitably aroused, he just hoped that
the image of his two favourite lesbians in action would be enough to sustain
him thru his ordeal with Carissa.
Callum
left the voyeur room after watching Claire and Kelly take turns noshing off a
Vicars Wife and was suitably aroused he just hoped that
the image of his two favourite lesbians in action would be enough to sustain
him thru his ordeal with Carissa.
He returned to the room and walked inside and saw she had put her
briefcase down on the desk and she was standing at the other end of the room
and just as he looked towards her she drew back the blind and the sunlight
spilled through the window and illuminated her form through the white silk, the
sudden transparency left nothing at all to the imagination but just to make
sure he hadn’t missed anything she turned first left then right which caused
the illumination of her fine unrestrained breasts perfectly.
All the while her floor show was going on she carried on chatting in her
rich plummy tones which grated on him less than before and he was managing to
maintain his erection but mainly because he was imagining that the woman he was
watching was Lucy.
His cock might be
available for hire but his heart belonged to Lucy.
Carissa closed the blind again clearly delighted with the effect she had
achieved and walked towards him quite deliberately catching the vent of her
skirt momentarily on the edge of the desk showing a tantalizing glimpse of her
stocking top, confirming his earlier suspicions.
She of course didn’t realize who he was seeing when he was looking at
her.
Carissa walked behind the chair he was sitting in and when she reappeared
she was minus her skirt and her blouse was unbuttoned.
He gave her a good look over and his final appraisal was one of
disappointment.
White silk blouse and no bra, there was nothing wrong with that, she had
great tits, and he hadn’t seen them before, the four-inch heels and black
stockings, very nice indeed, but they were hold ups, stockings should go with
suspenders.
He then noticed, as she moved around in front of him and the unbuttoned
silk blouse wafted open, and he noticed two things, which would have been major
point droppers if he actually fancied her.
First she had a flower tattoo on her hip, desecration as far as he was
concerned and second she had trimmed her bush to leave a small square of hair
above her mound which quite frankly looked like Adolph Hitler’s moustache.
She sat down facing him, perching on his knees, with her legs astride
him.
Then she unzipped his fly and tugged out his huge cock, which she toyed
with roughly and said
“Touch me Callum,”
That was another reason he didn’t like her, she was a giver of instructions,
but he roughly frigged her pussy anyway and more surprisingly he tried to kiss
her.
“No don’t kiss me,” she said which really pissed him off, because he
liked kissing, even though he didn’t really want to kiss her at all.
“Rub me Callum,” she ordered
“Rub me hard”
This went on for a while, he couldn’t say how long it was exactly but it
was all a bit tedious really.
Then she got up and took off her blouse and opened her briefcase and took
out some ribbons and handed them to him and said
“Restrain me Callum, tie me down and punish me”
“Restrain me Callum, tie me down and punish me”
“Oh God” he said to himself “More bloody orders”
Callum wasn’t really a game player, he liked uniforms and sexy underwear,
those kind of titillations but basically he was a man of simple tastes, a meat
and potatoes kind of guy to be truthful, he liked a bit of tenderness, some
foreplay and then bang.
So he grabbed her arm and marched her behind one of the leather chairs.
“Oh yes be rough with me Callum”
The bloody orders were really beginning to get on his nerves, he really
didn’t like being given instructions.
So quite violently he tipped her forwards over the back of the leather
chair so she pivoted on it at the waist, then he quickly tied her wrists very
tightly to the chairs front legs.
That was when he noticed another tattoo, this time a red rose on the
cheek of her arse and he tutted.
Her magnificent long stocking sheathed legs were left dangling over the
chair back and didn’t even reach the floor.
So he yanked her shoes off and threw them across the room then he tied
her legs, one at a time by the ankles, to the chairs back legs resulting in restricting
her movement and pulling her cunny open at the same time.
With it being such a hot day, and with the room being very stuffy, and as
he was about to get physical he decided he should get naked as well.
He looked at her bent over the chair and she looked nicely moist and for
a moment he thought about noshing her, he liked a good nosh on a ripe pussy but
he kept noticing her “tash” and that put him right off again.
So he slapped her arse instead which made a very satisfactory sound and
left a lovely bright red handprint.
“Oh yes punish me Callum”
So he slapped her again
“Oh yes spank me Callum”
Slap, slap
“Spank me harder”
Slap, slap
“Spank me faster”
SLAP
“That’s it” He shouted and walked round and grabbed her by the hair
pulling her head up so she could see him.
“Shut up with the fucking instructions,” he said and then he stuck his
cock in her mouth.
“Chomp on that for a bit and give my ears a rest”
It crossed his mind to just fuck her in the skull and get out of there,
but instead he withdrew from her mouth and he heard her slurp and then he saw
her dribbled some saliva on the floor.
“You dirty snooty cow” he said
“Yes I am dirty Callum” she said, “Punish me, punish the dirty snooty cow”
The posh plummy tones of her voice, which he found so very seductive from
any other woman, were now getting right on his tits.
So he went back in her mouth again and gave her five good deep-throated
lengths.
He pulled it out of her gob again and she slurped and dribbled again and
he went back behind her and pushed two fingers into her cunny and frigged her
quite savagely.
“Spank me Callum,” she begged
“Spank me”
God almighty would she never get the fucking message?
Then he had an idea so he got two fingers well and truly greased up with
her cum and then he screwed both fingers up her anus and she let out a sharp
yell when they first went into her hole but then she was just panting through
clenched teeth as he frigged het arse.
“Try barking out your orders through gritted teeth Carissa darling”.
While Callum frigged her arse hole with two fingers of his right hand he
inserted two fingers of his left up her cunny.
While all that was happening his thoughts began to wander and he thought he
would definitely need to employ the nailbrush when he finished, but he was
snapped back to the moment because he thought that she was having a fit or
something.
She was arching her back, as much as the restraints would allow, her long
legs were jerking, her whole body was drenched in sweat and she was almost
howling like a wolf through her gritted teeth.
He redoubled his efforts on her behalf and he frigged her harder and harder and
rougher and rougher.
Then she did something he had never been a party to before, he’d heard
about it, it happened a lot in the wet rooms, but he’d never actually seen it
for himself.
Carissa squirted, in fact she squirted rather a lot, and it came out of
her like a jet from a fountain and her cunny looked like the Mannequin Pis.
So he withdrew from both orifices as she continued dripping her juices
onto the carpet and as he looked on he thought to himself
“Yvonne is not going to be happy about this”
And then she started again
“Oh Callum that was wonderful”
“Now do this”
“Now do that”
First of all he picked up her grey skirt and wiped his dirty greasy
fingers very thoroughly on the front of it where it would definitely show and
then he went to the desk, picked up her briefcase and emptied its contents all
over the table.
“What are you doing?” she yelled “You mustn’t go in there that’s private”
“For fuck sake shut up” Callum yelled back and he examined the briefcases
contents after he had dropped them on the table and found that there were some
assorted papers, a pair of flat shoes, black, a pair of expensive tights,
black, slightly soiled, a white bra, lacy, and a pair of knickers, black silk,
heavily soiled.
He picked up the tights while she was still bleating on about him
invading her privacy.
He grabbed her by the hair again and said
“You need to stop giving me instructions ok?”
She nodded
“Now I just made you squirt like a fucking fountain” he added
“You have never done that before have you?”
She shook her head
“So why in the name of Venus would I need you to tell me what to do?”
“Sorry Callum” she said
“Right, open your mouth wide”
She quickly obliged expecting him to give her his cock again but instead
he poked the soiled gusset of her tights in her mouth and gagged her, tying the
legs behind her head in a bow, then he picked up one of the flat shoes and
right in front of her face smacked in hard on his palm, and her eyes widened
like saucers and then he returned to her arse end and with the shoe in his
right hand he went to work.
He poked the soiled gusset of her tights in her mouth and gagged her,
tying the legs behind her head in a bow, then he picked up one of the flat
shoes and right in front of her face smacked in hard on his palm, and her eyes
widened like saucers and then he returned to her arse end and with the shoe in his
right hand he went to work.
“No kissing,” he said and whack, the shoe struck her buttock
“I like kissing”
Whack
“A white bra”
Whack
“With black knickers”
Whack
“Unforgivable”
Whack
“You’re a posh bird but you have no class”
Whack
“A tattoo on your hip”
Whack
“A tattoo on your arse”
Whack
“That’s desecration of a great body”
Whack
“Trimming your bush”
Whack
“Pubes”
Whack
“Trimmed”
Whack
“To look”
Whack
“Like Adolph Hitler’s top lip”
Whack
“Either grow it, Or wax it”
Whack, whack
He was sure to spread his blows to ensure the colour and pain where well
distributed across the entire landscape of her buttocks
“Hold ups”
Whack
“No suspenders”
Whack
He paused
“Seriously, you do the stockings which look great on your fabulous legs
but then you decide on taking a short cut, talk about spoiling the ship for a
ha’porth of tar”
“And the constant bloody orders, do this Callum, do that Callum” Whack,
whack, whack
And then she came, though she didn’t squirt this time but she was
definitely oozing.
He could tell that at that point he was not intoxicated by her sweet
perfume or enveloped in her intoxicating scent.
There was a fragrance lingering but it was not something you’d want to
put behind your ears.
Carissa had come and then some, it was now time for him to empty his sac,
the brutal punishment of the stuck up bitch had left him with a bit of a ball
ache and a decent erection so he just plugged his sizable cock into her oozing
minge and fucked her hard.
Banging her harder and harder until the chair moved, he wasn’t worried
about satisfying her he just wanted to fuck her until he shot his load and when
he was on the very precipice of ejaculation he pulled out of her slobbering
cunny and he shot his load all over her purple buttocks.
Callum was panting quite hard and leant against the wall momentarily to
catch his breath and he could see his cum dripping off her blooming cheeks and
dribbling down her stockings.
He smiled to himself as he looked at Lady Carissa Hamilton-Wilkes who
looked so classy when she walked in to the room who was now draped over the
chair looking like a chavvy slag.
He picked up her pristine white silk blouse and wiped his cock and balls
on it and discarded it again then he got dressed and left Carissa lying
sluttishly bent over the chair and left the room, he didn’t even untie the
ribbons binding her wrists and ankles.
Then he slapped her hard on the arse one more time and left the room.
But as soon as he got out into the hall he wondered if he had gone too
far and that worry was clearly apparent in his face because when he met Yvonne
coming the other way she asked with concern
“Is everything ok?”
“I don’t know, I think I might have gone too far” he replied
“Ok go and wait in the office” Yvonne said
Yvonne couldn’t imagine what she was going to find when she opened the
door, after all Callum
was supposed to punish and fuck Lady Carissa but he said he’d gone too far, and
that could mean absolutely anything.
So it
was with some trepidation that she opened the door.
“Good
God” she though when she opened the door just enough to see in and then she
closed it again.
Yvonne then had a thought and opened the door again just enough to take a
few snapshots on her phone of her sopping, spent form draped over the leather
chair like a slutty rag doll, to share with the staff.
She took a deep breath and threw open the door and marched into the room,
“Well Lady Carissa it looks like you’ve been having fun” she said and
grimaced as she noticed the wet patch on the carpet.
“I
hope everything was satisfactory” she added and untied her gag.
Normally after a good session Callum felt ten feet tall, and there were
often various aspects of a carnal event that lived long in the memory or more
precisely the wank bank, to be recalled on those occasions when you need to relieve
yourself, and however much he disliked Lady Carissa that days encounter and for
the most part would not be remembered fondly the squirting couldn’t fail to
make the wank bank.
The longer Callum sat in Yvonne’s office the more worried he became that he
really had gone too far.
Carissa clearly liked it rough and she had kept egging him on,
“Punish me Callum”
“Spank me Callum”
“Spank me harder”
“Spank me faster”
“I’m dirty Callum, Punish me”
Yvonne always said “The Customer was Always
Right” and so he was just doing as he was told.
But
he still felt guilty he had been quite savage with her, quite bestial, and what
made it worse was that he was getting aroused by the thought of what he did.
He
was internally chastising himself and his appendage for its bad taste when the
door opened and Yvonne walked in.
“Well?”
he asked with concern
“She’s
fine, Brenda’s taken her to the massage and sauna suite for some pampering”
“But
what did she say?” he asked
“That
it was the best yet” Yvonne replied
“What?”
“She loved
it” Yvonne said “and she wants to do it like that again”
“Oh I
don’t know about that” Callum said
“And
she doesn’t what you to hold back next time”
“I
don’t think there should be a next time” Callum said
“That’s a shame” Yvonne said “She’ll pay treble”
“Treble
what?”
“Treble
whatever you charged her this time, which I’m guessing is a lot as you don’t
like her” Yvonne surmised
“And
she’s really ok?”
“Yes, mind you she’s moving very gingerly, what did you stick up her
arse? No don’t tell me I don’t want to know” she said and chuckled “The poor
cow can hardly walk”
“So I’m not in trouble?” he asked as he stood by the door
“No of course not” she said “But you will be if you don’t put towels down
next time, the dirty cow’s ruined the carpet”
Later that evening as he sat in the staff lounge waiting for his next
victim his phone buzzed, he picked it up and saw that he had a voice mail, so
he selected “listen now”.
“Callum, Carissa Hamilton-Wilkes here, just wanted to touch base with
you, that was the best sex I’ve ever had and I’m still cumming”
