Yvonne Makin closed the traditional loss making Spa Hotel in Pangmere
and opened the House of Fun, where spa treatments like Raki and Reflexology
were replaced by a more exotic menu for those inclined more towards restraints,
punishments and the more unusual pleasures.
Massage was still on the menu but under the new rules they always had a
“happy ending”
Saunas also still featured in the new regime, they were just much
steamier than before.
Patrons stayed at the Hotel for varying durations while taking their
particular pleasures while other were walk-ins.
Some were only occasional visitors, dabblers in the delights or even one
timers but the majority were frequent flyers on Yvonne’s erotica express.
Yvonne Makin believed the transition from Spa Hotel to Sin Palace
happened as a direct result of Yvonne’s efforts to increase the numbers using
the Spa, even a small increase in trade would have been beneficial to a
struggling business.
So in an attempt to boost visitors she placed adds in several bridal
magazines extolling the benefits of having a hen party at a Spa Hotel,
detailing all the treatments, plus a bar and a restaurant.
And the response to the advertisement was more promising that she could
possibly have dreamed of, mainly because she hadn’t even considered that the
Spa weekend idea would be taken on board by hens and stags alike.
Which was where Lucy Thomas saw the advertisement and thought it would be the perfect
venue for her best friend, Cathy Ridge, to hold her hen weekend.
They were both Aroma therapists at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean and they had both been to the
Pangmere Spa before and thought it would be a giggle.
For a while Yvonne thought that her idea was truly inspired, verging on
the genius even, and it looked to all the world that it was destined to save
the business.
Things were going so well in fact, that Yvonne had even started sleeping
soundly again, but then came the weekend when, through an oversight, they had Cathy’s
hen party and a random stag party booked in at the same time, even though they
were not the two halves of the same wedding, the writing should have been on
the wall.
Yvonne took it in her stride however and with carful management, both groups appeared to be having a great
time and there was no crossover of parties, and the staff managed to keep them
apart, until that is, the quantity of alcohol consumed eroded all inhibitions
to such an extent that the libidinous and lascivious urges won out and the
lusty room hopping took over and it wasn’t just an isolated incident either, it
was a case of Stag on Hen, Stag on Stag and Hen on Hen, in fact it had in a
very short space of time turned into an anything goes full on orgy.
Even the Groom in waiting was involved and was found tied to a four
poster bed, being beaten on the buttocks with ping pong bats by the maid of
honour and the bride to be of the other party.
The bride to be being Cathy Ridge and her maid of
honour Lucy Thomas and they were the undoubted stars of the infamous Stag/Hen orgy
night.
After the infamous Stag/Hen orgy night at the old Spa Hotel neither
wedding subsequently took place and Cathy and Lucy, gave up the world of Aroma
Therapy and were now two of Yvonne’s best “performers” in the S and M rooms of
the House of Fun, where they had access to a lot more than ping pong bats to
use in their arsenal of pain and pleasure.
Cathy broke up with her fiancé
and subsequently went out with one of the stag party for a while but not for
long so she was unattached, whereas Lucy was still engaged to Peter who had no
idea about what went wrong on the hen weekend or her change of career from
Aroma Therapy to Pain Therapy.
He just thought she had left
Dancingdean because she had a better offer which in a way she had.
The financial rewards were
far superior but it was the job satisfaction that pleased Lucy.
She loved Peter, they had
been together since school but he was a bit of a stick in the mud and wouldn’t
have understood what she did, in fact she was sure he would have been shocked
that such a place existed let alone the fact that she was one of its star
attractions.
Lucy had also made a lot of
friends and all the employees were almost like a family.
She also had a number of
admirers the chief of those being Callum McDonnell, the 6ft 4 inch former Hotel
gardener, gently spoken, good looking and very muscular who also turned out to
be particular well sort after by the punters in the new business, due partly to
the fact he was very good looking and physically fit, but mainly because he was
hung like a horse, well maybe not a horse but certainly a decent sized pony.
He was also very popular with the ladies who liked a firm hand as he was
extremely well versed in the spanking department as he had hands like shovels.
It wasn't long after the two
girls started working for the House of Fun that Callum fell for Lucy hook line
and sinker.
He thought she was gorgeous,
stunningly attractive and with a very sweet nature, when she wasn't beating
seven bells out of someone in the S & M rooms of course.
But it wasn't Wynona Whiplash
that he was in love with it was the kind and gentle Lucy Thomas, unfortunately
his love was unrequited and he knew her heart belonged to another, her
fiancé Peter.
Callum had a heart as big as
his other attributes and it was full of love for her, in fact he said to her at
the Christmas party that his cock was available for hire but his heart belonged
to Lucy.
Not the most romantic declaration of love she had ever heard but he had
been drinking.
However as much as she liked
Callum, it was only as a friend, her heart very definitely belonged to her childhood
sweetheart, Peter, and she couldn’t see that changing anytime soon and they were
due to marry later in the year.
Callum however didn’t care
about that and continued to carry the torch.
Lucy’s alter ego, Wynona
Whiplash worked the S & M rooms with her friend Cathy, Spanking Sadie,
sometimes together but mainly alone.
Her clientele were a mixed
bunch, no particular ages, professions, social backgrounds, or indeed genders
and she didn’t care she just enjoyed the power she held over them.
One of her regulars was an
inner city school head teacher, a fearsome woman with an uncompromising
reputation who routinely reduced grown men to tears.
But when she was under Lucy’s
control she was a quivering jelly fish.
The first time she submitted she
gave Lucy a list of taboo’s and things that she could do to her and things that
she most definitely could not, the final one being.
“I never expose my breasts,
is that understood? Or my buttocks”
The first thing Lucy did
after restraining her to a frame, wrist and ankle like a starfish, was to pull
her drawers off her arse and uncup her huge tits.
“I said no” she snapped
“Cover me up again”
“I’m the mistress of this
domain” Lucy said coldly “and I make the rules in here, bitch”
Then she struck the head
teachers big white arse with her whip
“Is that understood?”
“Yes” she responded submissively
She made her swear and curse,
scream and shout and then beg for more and finally she made her cum.
Lucy didn’t always perform in
the same room and the mode of dress varied, both for the client and Lucy’s, so
did the apparatus and the means of restraint but the one common denominator was
a need to be controlled.
Some of them had power in
their everyday lives but not all of them.
But the one thing they all
had in common, male and female was satisfaction when she was finished with
them.
All the staff at the House of
Fun had their regular clients and most punters when they found the performer
that got them hard or got them wet, they stuck with them.
Some of the customers were
floaters who hadn’t yet found the key to unlock their inner passion.
Occasionally the client had
to be serviced by someone else either because of illness or holidays or any
number of other reasons.
But when the occasion arose you
didn’t want one of your valued victims to have a bad experience so they always
made sure that they choose their surrogate.
Which was why Claire Collister and her
girlfriend Kerry Freeborn went to see Lucy in the staff lounge.
They
had formerly worked in the pool and sauna suite of the Spa but chose to make
the change to amongst other things, dominatrix, although not exclusively.
Claire
was a skinny flat chested brunette who wore her hair in a pixie cut which
worked perfectly with her elfin features.
Kelly
on the other hand was more substantially made and had a voluptuous figure, and
what Claire called “Lego hair” which was thick and ginger.
They
were both 5ft 4 inches tall but Kelly looked inches taller because of her Lego
hair.
“Lucy we need a favour” Kelly
said “It’s our anniversary and we’re going out for dinner but one of our
regulars in coming in, can you take care of him?”
“Sure no, problem”
Kelly and Claire were quite adventurous
in their own sex life, they were really open to anything, and dabbled in
anything and everything and as they were both approaching 30 they were not
naïve about the ways of the world, so nothing phased them, which was why they
had a solid client list.
So after Lucy had agreed to
stand in for Kelly and Claire they then spent the next 20 minutes explaining
what he liked them to do to him.
And ran over the well-worn
preamble and the script for the session
This was not unusual, clients
liked the sessions to follow a familiar course.
They also gave her a brief
dossier which covered everything they had already discussed which detailed some
of the salient points of his history with the girls.
Lucy was a very attractive woman,
and four years younger than the girls, with
a lovely face framed by short blonde hair, an almost angelic appearance that
belied her alter ego.
She was tall and slender with
nice long legs, though not a voluptuous shape, but her
arse was round and firm and her breasts
were small but beautifully pert.
She was wearing a black silk camisole,
French silk cami knickers, also black, black seamed stockings and suspenders and the whole ensemble finished off with
four-inch heels.
On her small and delicate
well-manicured hands she wore black lace gloves and in her right hand she held
a spanking whip.
Lucy walked along the main
corridor and every head turned as she strolled purposely towards her
appointment and among those looking on with admiration was Callum.
She entered the room and
found her target already tied spread-eagle on a four poster bed naked except
for a black hood and then spent
The next thirty minutes
conducting the session strictly according to Kelly and Claire’s play book with
her expert touch.
She tantalised and teased,
making him wriggle and squirm and when she struck him he whimpered.
And it was on one of the
occasions that she had him squirming under her tutelage that she noticed a crescent
shaped scar on the top of his left thy which stopped her in her tracks.
She stood motionless for a
few moments unable to comprehend what she was seeing.
It wasn’t possible but she
thought she recognized the scar, the result of a close encounter with a barbed
wire fence during a scrumping expedition when he was nine years old.
When Lucy did move again it
wasn’t to continue her good works with the whip, her next action was to yank
the hood off her victim and when she had it in her hand she was staring into
the terrified eyes of her fiancé Peter.
“You bastard” she snapped
“You’re supposed to be playing snooker tonight with your mates, not getting
your rocks of at the House of Fun”
“I know but…” he protested
“So how long have you been
playing snooker here?”
“About two years” he
confessed
“Two bloody years” she yelled
“And before that?”
“A bondage club in
Abbottsford” he revealed
“How long?” she demanded
“About three years”
“You bloody bastard, you’ve
been lying to me for 5 years” she shouted and struck him hard across the
buttocks.
“Ow” he yelped
“You lied to me as well, you
told me you were a therapist”
“I am a therapist” she
shouted “This is therapy”
Lucy struck him again to
accompany the final word and that blow was followed by another and another and
when she had finished she had thrashed him until the cheeks of his arse were
bleeding.
She looked down at her
handiwork smiled as he screamed at her
“You mad bitch, you need
locking up”
Lucy ignored him and walked
towards the door and each step she took was accompanied by a volley of
expletives so when she had her hand on the brass knob she turned back to look
at him and said
“Consider yourself dumped, and
don’t be at the house when I get home, I don’t want to see your lying deceitful
face ever again”
Lucy snapped and left the
room and the moment the door closed behind her the tears welled up in her eyes.
And with the tears her
confidence washed away and she didn’t know where to go or what to do.
So I was her good fortune
that she stumbled into the path of her best friend Cathy Ridge and when she saw
the tears rolling down her cheeks she asked with alarm
“What’s
the matter honey?”
And
in response to her friends question Lucy completely broke down.
Cathy
led her distraught friend into the nearest empty room and she dispatched
another member of staff, Emily Riley, to fetch Yvonne.
Cathy
calmed her down and got her to explain what had happened and when Yvonne
arrived and had the tale recounted to her she went off to see Peter who was
still tied spread-eagled to the bed when she entered the room.
Yvonne
looked down at his bloody buttocks but felt no sympathy for him.
She
was a little testy because when she was summoned she was being pleasantly
fucked by her favourite policeman Chief
Superintendent, Martin Reed.
But
in addition to that she felt protective towards her girls and boys and she
wouldn’t have them hurt or upset in anyway.
She
had two members of staff with her, one of the support staff, Emily Riley and Masseur
James Ford-Bannister.
She took Emily because
she was a sweet young girl of five foot nothing with and angelic countenance
that often had a calming effect, but if that failed she had 6ft 4 inch James
who had a different way of calming someone down.
Without being asked
Emily and James undid
Peter’s restraints and the angry recipient of Lucy’s wrath pushed himself
uncomfortably to an upright position and then snatched the pile of clothes out
of Emily’s hands.
“About
bloody time” he shouted
“Oh
stop your moaning” Yvonne snapped “Nobody gives a shit”
“Stop
moaning? Stop moaning? You people are in a lot of trouble” He ranted “I’ll have
the law on you and that vicious bitch”
“Really?”
Yvonne said
“Yes
really” he snapped
“Do
you not remember signing a waiver Mr Gould?” she asked
“Which
protects us against any and all mishaps”
“Yes,
but that doesn’t mean anything, she assaulted me, and I want to report her to
the police”
“Well
it just so happens there is a member of the constabulary in reception” Yvonne
said
“So
I suggest you go and tell him your sob story”
“Damn
right I will” Peter said angrily
“Go
with him James, just in case I’ll be a few minutes behind you”
Yvonne
said
“Will
do” James complied
Emily
sweetheart, go and tell Lucy she’s not to go home for a few days, she can stay
at the Hotel, and will you tell Agnes in reception to allocate her a room and
its “complimentary””
“Yes
Yvonne” Emily replied and trotted off
By
the time Yvonne got to reception Martin was saying
“Did
you sign a waiver Mr Gould?”
“Well
yes I did but…” Peter began
“And
you claim you were assaulted in one of the S & M rooms?”
“Yes
I do because I was” he replied belligerently
“Well
isn’t that the whole point of the exercise?” Martin said and laughed
“Why
are you laughing?” Peter asked aghast “This is not a laughing matter”
“No,
this is not a police matter” Martin pointed out
“Then
I’ll do a private prosecution” Peter stated
“And
you’ll be laughed out of court” Martin replied
“James
can you show Mr Gould off the premises and we don’t want to see you again”
Yvonne said and cut his membership card in half
“This
establishment is for members only”
They
watched James frogmarch Peter out the door and then Yvonne turned towards Martin
and said quietly
“Talking
about members, can we get yours back inside me please?”
Martin
smiled in response and they went to her room to carry on where they left off
earlier.
Emily
booked a room for Lucy and then went back to where she left her and gave Lucy
the room key card and Cathy took her upstairs and settled her in and stayed
with her for the next two hours.
During
which time they discussed a plan of action for the future, she didn’t want to
stay in the house that she had shared with Peter, she knew that for certain,
and she knew that her and Peter were over, so she thought she would rent
somewhere in the short term, while they sold the house.
But
Cathy had other ideas because she lived alone in a five bedroom house and no significant
other so she said
“Come
and live with me”
Despite
the fact that there appeared to be a light at the end of her tunnel, Lucy had
trouble sleeping.
Even
though she was going to live with Cathy, at least until the house was sold, and
Cathy was arranging for a posse of people to help her move her stuff over the
coming weekend, she was still troubled.
Which
was a shame because Yvonne had put her in one of the best rooms and the bed was
gloriously comfortable.
She
tossed and turned for hours and eventually she gave up trying and after
watching TV and drinking a couple of cups of tea she decided to go to the pool
for a swim.
It
was 5 am as she walked toward the pool and she was chastising herself for being
so stupid in not seeing through Peter’s lies, five bloody years he had lied to
her, and if he lied about that then what else was he hiding.
She
didn’t feel any guilt over her deception because it was her job and she wasn’t
doing it for sexual gratification she was doing it to earn extra money in order
that “they” would have a better standard of living and a better future.
She thought an early morning swim would relax
her and the earliness of the hour meant she would be able to do a few lengths
of the pool with no one else around to ask her if she was alright every five
minutes.
She
went to the office first and borrowed a one piece bathing costume, a towel and
some goggles, her eyes were red enough from all the crying without the added
irritation of chlorine.
Once she was equipped Lucy made her way to the
changing rooms which were part of a very modern facility with modern unisex
changing rooms which serviced the swimming pool, saunas, steam rooms and
massage suites.
There were two long rows of cubicles’ either
side of a central aisle and the two rows were flanked by lockers.
She
turned on the lights and walked down the aisle and selected a cubicle at the
far end of the row and quickly got undressed.
Lucy liked unisex changing rooms and as she
stood there naked she suddenly felt excited.
She liked the idea that when she was naked in
a cubicle there was only an inch of MDF separating her from some naked man
drying his cock.
But
of course that didn’t apply at 5 am but it excited her nonetheless, but then
she heard something so she quickly put on her costume.
Callum
was also up bright and early but for very different reasons.
He
had been struck down the previous afternoon with a severe Migraine, and it was
so bad that he also had had to stay at the Hotel, albeit in a darkened room
sleeping off his uninvited malady.
As
a result he was the only one at the House of Fun who was completely unaware of
what had gone on the night before, which was probably just as well because had
he been privy to Lucy’s distress on the previous evening then what was to
transpire almost certainly would not have come about.
He
had slept for 14 hours and awoke muzzy headed and so he went down stairs for a
shower, but not any kind of shower, he went down to the sauna suite to use the quenching
shower, which when you depressed a pedal on the floor cold water hit you from
all directions at once.
After
ten minutes under the constant refreshing jets of water he was feeling less
disconnected and decided he would go for a swim.
He
didn’t have any trunks with him but he thought he’d just swim in the nude,
there was no one around to see him, and if someone did happen to catch him
swimming naked so what, there weren’t many at the House of Fun who hadn’t
already seen his cock.
So
he wrapped a towel around his lower half and was singing to himself as he took
a short cut through the changing rooms.
When
Lucy realised who it was she decided to forgo her original plan to have a few lengths of the pool and have a few lengths
of Callum instead.
Lucy had always fancied
Callum and it wasn't long after she and Cathy started working for the House of
Fun that Callum fell for her in a big way.
Callum had a heart as big as
his other attributes and it was full of love for her, and fact he said to her
at the Christmas party that his cock was available for hire but his heart belonged
to Lucy.
Not the most romantic declaration of love she had ever heard but he had
been drinking.
But as much as she liked
Callum, it could only been as a friend, her heart had very definitely belonged
to her childhood sweetheart, Peter, and she couldn’t see that changing and they
were due to marry later that year.
But things had changed, she
had kicked Peter into touch and the wedding was off and she could now indulge
herself.
Lucy
stood in the cubicle and waited until she heard him getting closer and closer
and his footfalls grew louder and louder until they were almost outside the
door, the anticipation was making her quite wet knowing that big hearted Callum
was only a few yards away and she was only minutes away from getting to grips
with his legendary cock.
It
wasn’t just the anticipation of course she had seen him in action on many
occasions from the voyeur rooms.
But
whether it was just anticipation of Callum’s arrival or a sensual recollection
of his performances it left a damp patch on the front of her swimsuit.
She
left it for a moment or two, listening intently to detect any further hint of
movement and when she thought she could hear him close to the cubicle door she
opened it and found she had timed it to perfection as Callum was right there
wearing a towel wrapped around him.
“Hello
Callum” she said
He was speechless when he saw
the gorgeous, stunningly attractive, sweet natured girl that he loved dressed
in a black swimsuit.
He was used to seeing her in
black, but she was normally beating seven bells out of someone in the
S & M rooms.
But that was Wynona Whiplash
and the girl stood before him, the girl he was in love with was the kind and
gentle Lucy Thomas.
It had always been an unrequited
love because he knew her heart belonged to another, her fiancé Peter, but
it was a resolute love nonetheless and Callum continued to carry the torch.
“Lucy”
he said, when he could eventually speak but as he looked at her he realised
that her eyes were staring straight at the bulge beneath his towel.
“I’m
glad I bumped into you,” she said
“Me
too” he concurred as he cast an appreciative eye over her swim-suited figure and
thought he detected a damp patch between her thighs, but before he had time to
digest what he was seeing she pulled him into the cubicle and closed the door.
Lucy was tall and slender
with nice long legs, and she immediately took the initiative and pulled down the front of her costume and
uncovered her cute small, but beautifully pert breasts, before releasing his towel and roughly
grasping his big cock.
It
was 5am and Callum thought that there had been a surprising turn of events, he
was in a cubicle in the changing rooms with the girl of his dreams bare chested
and holding his cock.
It
was a situation that Lucy had clearly decided to take full advantage of their
chance meeting and he had no intention of preventing her.
So
he feasted his eyes on her beautiful firm round breasts which were on fully on
display, which she made no move to cover up.
“So
what do you want to do now?” he asked as she continued to tug on him.
Lucy
let go of his erection long enough to completely remove her costume.
“Everything”
she replied and took hold of his cock again.
“Are
you sure?” he asked her
“Oh
yes Callum” she replied and kissed him.
“What
about Peter?” he said between kisses
“Peter
is history” She replied and kissed him again so he couldn’t speak again.
The
moment their lips touched she locked onto his mouth like a limpet while she
still had a meaningful grip on his cock and then she hooked her other arm
around his neck in a vice like grip while the warm liquid kiss with hot tongues
of passion continued.
Callum’s
hands caressed up and down her skinny frame repeatedly ending up on her tight
little buttocks until she pushed him backwards so he had to sit down on the
little bench.
Lucy
stood above him, kissing down into his mouth, her tongue like a striking
serpent in and out of his mouth, lips still locked limpet like on his, nostrils
flared and snorting in air as his hands continued their travels up and down her
rear aspect.
But
he knew all the interesting stuff was at the front of her gorgeous body so he
steered her skinny frame until it was in a position where he could sit her down
on his lap.
And
the moment her bony little arse made contact with his lap their mouths
disengaged briefly and she gave him a toothy smile and locked onto him again.
He
had one arm around her shoulder and the opposite hand on her waist, which he
slid slowly up to cup her breast and she drew in a sharp sighing breath through
her nose as he fondled her plump little tit and as he did she wrapped her arms
around him and buried her face in his neck.
He
stopped playing with her hardening nipple and moved
his playful hand down across Lucy’s belly and her thighs sprang open as his
fingers reached the course hair of her Minge.
They briefly dallied on her prominent mound
and then slipped into the abyss of her hot, creamy cunny and she let out a
little “Hmmm” of pleasure at his touch.
Her face was buried deep in the crook of his
neck to stifle any further exclamation, of which there were many as he stroked
her gorgeous wet pussy until she came; her thigh’s closing on his hand at the
point of climax trapping his fingers between her sticky lips.
But before Callum had time to consider his
next move Lucy was up off hip lap in a flash, and pausing only to kick her
costume aside, she bent over on the bench opposite him.
Lucy was bent over on the bench in front of
him in the changing room cubicle her moist pink pussy open like a clamshell
before his lustful gaze and she turned and looked over her shoulder wide-eyed
and expectant.
She was also wearing a lascivious leer on her usually
pretty face so Callum stood up and approached her but she was stooped over too
low for him to penetrate her immediately so he reached his big shovel like left
hand across her soft belly and gripped her right hip firmly.
She was breathing through her nose in quick short snorts as he lifted
her skinny frame off the bench as he brought her inviting pink pussy up to cock
height and still gripping her tightly with his left arm he used his right hand
to hold his shaft and then he introduced his huge swollen cock to her eager waiting
cunny and she moaned loudly as he penetrated her.
“Oh God Callum” she exclaimed through gritted teeth as he thrust all of
him deep into her welcoming pussy.
he continued to support her weight with his left arm wrapped around her
middle but Lucy obviously felt insecure with her feet off the ground so she planted
then firmly on the bench, this enabled her to scrabble her hands up the wall
until they grasped the coat hooks which gave her some purchase and enabled her
to thrust her juicy cunt onto him.
Lucy began moaning uncontrollably as she repeatedly pumped her pussy on him
and her tits were jiggling with an equal lack of control until he took them in
hand.
Lucy was pumping up and down so fast that one of the coat hooks came
away in her hand, but without breaking rhythm she dropped it on the bench with
a thump and grabbed the next hook along and she was truly relishing her task as
she thrust down on him again and again and with every deep penetration she let
out a grunt.
Callum could feel himself on the threshold now and he thought Lucy was
almost there too as her head was rolling wildly from side to side until she
thrust down on his cock one more time and let out a long piercing moan as she
went rigid and came hard and then Callum finished inside her.
They stayed in that position for several minutes, with Callum’s huge
cock twitching inside her.
Callum stood like an American quarter back preparing to receive the ball
and Lucy squatting down on him and they were both breathing hard and sweating
in the warm chlorine scented air.
Lucy was the first to move and as she tried to catch her breath between pants
she said
“God I love an early morning swim”
“Me too” Callum said as he pulled his magnificent member slowly out of
her causing her to let out a long sigh of satisfaction.
They sat on the bench for a while gathering themselves and then Lucy put her clothes back on, as he
watched libidinously while she redressed her lovely titties before he wrapped
the towel around him.
They didn’t bother with a swim, neither of
them had got exactly what they went to the pool for but what they got was
better by far.
When they left the cubicle they shared a soft
gentle, affectionate kiss which could so easily have singled a farewell but
that particular tender interlude merely preluded a day of vigorous love making
in her complimentary suite.
