A Cheeky Tale...

...Their first night in this grand five star hotel, had really brought back that sexy honeymoon feel for both of them. Robert was still buzzing in the morning and Donna was positively glowing with fresh creamy wholesome goodness, as she sat on the bed, wearing Robert's pyjama top and nothing else.

"Oh Robert, this is wonderful...I don't want to get dressed and go down for breakfast, can we order room service?" said Donna with the enthusiasm of a naughty schoolgirl skipping lessons.

'I'm really going to have to learn how to say 'no' to my beautiful bride,' thought Robert, as he said, "yes," to his beautiful bride.

Robert was in the bathroom shaving, when the room service arrived, with a knock at the door...

"I'll get it Robert..." called out Donna eagerly, with a cute little giggle.

"But Donna," he said hastily, "you've only got my pyjama top on..."

"It's OK silly, I'll just take the tray off them..." she said, with a saucy wink and a cheeky smile for him.

The young chap with the breakfast tray looked delighted to see the hot little Wife opening the door for him. Somehow the oversized pyjama shirt only seemed to empathise Donna's hour glass figure and her creamy bare legs were insanely sexy.

"Thank you so much..." said Donna taking the tray off him and about to close the door with her foot, but remembering just in time, that he'd be expecting a tip...

"...I'll just put this down over here..." she said, turning her back to him.

Robert saw the Porter's eyes light up, as Donna bent over to place the tray on a side table, revealing all of her shapely bare legs to him. Judging by the big dopey grin that split the porter's face, there must have been more than a hint of her peachy bare bottom cheeks into the bargain.

Suddenly everything took on a clarity and intensity that was totally over powering for Robert. His heart was pumping like crazy as he gulped for breath, with a heady mixture of horror and excitement.

Donna reached for her purse, as she winked at her Husband with a big sexy grin on her blushing face. She stuck her tongue out to Robert and wiggled her hips seductively as she delved into her purse. "I hope you don't mind me keeping you waiting," she cheekily called out over her shoulder to the Porter. The porter's eyes never left Donna's wiggling bottom as he stammered a reply...

...as soon as Donna had closed the door on the beaming porter, she turned to Robert with her eyes wide and her mouth open as she slumped back against the door. Her hands were shaking as she gasped for breath.

"Oh wow Robert..." she gushed as her beautiful eyes glistened and shone with wickedness. Donna lifted up the pyjama top and twirled round, giving Robert a juicy eyeful. With her lovely bouncy bottom and her cute little pussy, all bare and beautiful and outrageously on display.

"Oh God Robert, that was so exciting," purred Donna breathlessly, "did you see his face, oh wow what a sexy thrill. That was so naughty of me Robert, oh dear God that was the naughtiest thing I've ever done. It was only when I bent over that I remembered what I was wearing. Oh I feel so wicked Robert...but I like this tingly feeling. Oh dear God Robert, I'm shaking all over but I just love the tingly thrill of being such a naughty little teasing minx."

Robert felt his todger swell and squirm, as he marveled at his blushing Wife, beaming and beautiful from her sexy no knicker naughties. His heart was still thumping alarmingly in his chest and the horrible beauty of what he'd just witnessed gave him a surreal floating on air feeling. He was wearing the other half of the pyjamas and his rapidly swelling love pole, popped right out of the front opening and dangled provocatively before he could marshal it back in.

"Oh Robert, you dirty boy, just look at the size of your sausage, it's huge..." said Donna, as she chastised him playfully.

"It's almost hard too..." she taunted, pretending to be angry with him, as she took hold of Robert's semi engorged penis and gave it a good squeeze.

"I thought I was a naughty girl, teasing that man but just look at your dicky-doo, flapping around like crazy. You must have loved seeing me flirting with that handsome stranger?"

"It was kind of hot and sexy Donna," Robert admitted guiltily, "I don't know why but seeing that man's face light up when you bent over, made my todger twitch uncontrollably..."

"I like your 'todger' all big and hard like this Robert, perhaps I should call for more room service and tease him again. I bet he'd love another good eyeful of your sizzling hot Wife?"

"Oh come on Donna, you're really pushing your luck now, you need a good spanking for that..." Robert said, as he playfully reached for her.

She easily skipped away from his clumsy lunge and bent over, wiggling her bare bottom provocatively at him, agonizingly just out of Robert's reach, as she continued the taunting tease...

"Maybe I should let the room service man give me a good spanking, after all, he's the one I was teasing with this naughty bare bottom..."

Donna kept cheekily wiggling her bouncy bare bottom, as she peeked over her shoulder at her Husband, always managing to dart away before he could grab a hold of her...

"You need more than a spanking Donna," Robert gasped breathlessly, as he pounced and missed again, desperately trying to think of something worse than a spanking..."you need a good paddling...yes, that's what you need, a damn good paddling on that naughty bare bottom of yours."

"Oh God yes Robert, I'd love to know what it feels like to be paddled on my bare bottom...ha, you missed again Robert. I'll definitely have to call room service and ask them to send up a 'real' man to take me over his knee and paddle my bare botty."

Robert was exhausted when he final got a hold of the ducking and diving Donna and they both collapsed onto the bed, laughing and hugging each other, as they panted and gasped between chuckles.

A few playful slaps from Robert on his Wife's beautiful bare 'botty,' gave her candy sweet cheeks a pretty pink glow. He felt good slapping his hand on her jiggling jelly bottom, as Donna pushed her cute little peach up in the air, for ease of spanking pleasure. It was electrifying to see her wiggle that lovely upturned bottom, with every teasing smack.

"I bet that porter would love to be spanking your naughty Wife now Robert..." said Donna wickedly.

"Oh Robert, I can feel your hard cock writhing against my leg, just thinking about a stranger spanking your Wife's bare bottom..." she teased mercilessly.

It was true, Robert's hideously engorged todger was rubbing hard up against Donna's bare legs, as he spanked her creamy soft bottom. His hips involuntarily thrusting forward, every time she said something sexy and exciting, making his cock squish against her velvety smooth thighs.

"I can feel your sausage getting harder Robert, are you turned on, thinking about a stranger's hand, feeling away at my bare bum, as he slaps and tickles me?" she continued with the relentless teasing...

"Oh you are Robert, you filthy boy, God just look at the size of your cock. You want a stranger to slap my bare bum, don't you Robert? Oh wow you do, oh my God Robert, you really do. That swollen shaft of yours feels so big and hard squirming against my legs now...what if he takes a paddle to my bare bottom Robert, would you like that?...Jeeze Robert, did you come?"

"Oh you naughty boy, you've creamed your sausage already, thinking about a stranger paddling my bare bum, what are you not like?" scolded Donna, jokingly.

"It was your beautiful bare bottom Donna," Robert explained quickly, "I just couldn't help it. That lovely rosy red glow, on your peachy bare cheeks, is just so achingly cute and sexy..."

'...Where did the week go?' Robert thought to himself dreamily, at the end of their vacation. They'd had a fantastic time and didn't want it to end. He hoped Donna didn't notice how disappointed he was, that she wanted to spend their last day, shopping for souvenirs, 'mementos of this wonderful week...'

It was proving to be harder than Robert thought to find souvenirs for Donna. The shop they were in now, definitely had touristy gifts in the window but inside it looked more like a hardware store.

Between the racks of tools and light bulbs and batteries, Donna lifted up a rather large Perspex ruler and looked at Robert with a knowing smile.

Robert wasn't sure why Donna wanted a ruler as a souvenir and especially such a large one, about a foot long, as you'd expect, but it must have been four inches wide and a good half inch thick. It had a handle too, Robert couldn't think why a ruler would need a handgrip but there was a definite curved section at one end, like the handle on a hair brush...

'...I'm an idiot,' thought Robert, a ruler would have lines, denoting inches or centimeters but this was a clear piece of plastic, completely line free and when Donna slapped it onto her hand, he realized what it was.

"Go on Robert," goaded Donna, with her eyes wide and daring, "let's buy this paddle, it'll be a sexy little reminder of the fun we've had this week?"

He glanced around to confirm that there was no-one else in the shop, other than the guy behind the counter. He was a young man, about their own age and didn't look like someone who'd be shocked by them buying a paddle...after all, they do sell them, so it must be OK...

"...It'll be a giggle Robert," assured Donna, with a lovely big smile and a cheeky wink, "think of the fun we can have with this sexy souvenir..."

Robert's todger was twitching with excitement, thinking of the fun they could have, as he laid the paddle down on the counter and reached for his wallet.

The shop keeper nonchalantly lifted the paddle, as he looked up at Robert nodding and smiling but glancing at Donna, he set the paddle down and said...

"Sorry sir, you need a license for that..." he said shrugging his shoulders.

"Oh...OK then..." Robert said, rather disappointed and not sure if he should return the paddle or just leave it on the counter.

"I can issue you with a license now, if you like?" offered the shopkeeper, as he checked his watch and walked out from behind the counter and locked the shop door.

"That's very kind of you...but we don't want to put you out?" Donna said.

"It's no trouble and it will be my pleasure...come with me please..." he assured them, as he collected the paddle from the counter.

They followed him through a door behind the counter, into a windowless room that was surprisingly large. There was a sink and a kettle there, with some stock items as you'd expect but the room was mainly empty, with a bar stool the only visible furniture.

"Here please," he said, pointing to the stool, that was positioned under a bright spotlight, "I need to demonstrate the safety procedures before I can issue the license."

Robert wasn't sure what he meant and clearly Donna didn't know either, as their blank faces prompted the shopkeeper to pull a silly face and declare with a cheeky smile...

"I know, it's health and safety gone mad...but what can you do, rules are rules?"

They still weren't sure what was required of them and as he led Donna gingerly by the elbow towards the stool, she glanced back at Robert with a 'what the hell' mystified look.

Donna made to sit up on the stool but the shopkeeper said firmly...

"No madam, the demonstration must show the safe way..."

He guided Donna round, so she was facing the stool and gently pressed on her shoulders, making her bend over it. Donna's heart skipped a beat as she stumbled across the stool. She gasped at how embarrassing this was, her feet where off the ground and her head nearly touching the floor. This precarious position presented her bottom right up in the air and left her with no room for maneuver...

"...That is the correct position," he said firmly, "now hold the legs of the stool...that's it, now it is safety first I think, anything else is not permitted."

Robert found it shockingly arousing watching a stranger bend his Wife over the stool. Donna was wearing a modest dress, that reached down below her knees, so there was nothing revealing about it but seeing her bent over, bottom up, stirred his todger into life.

The shopkeeper placed the paddle against Donna's upturned bottom and said to Robert...

"You see, this is the safest way, if your Wife was standing up, she might instinctively reach back to protect her bottom and if this paddle were to clip a finger or thumb, it would be very painful."

'Well yes,' thought Robert, he could see that might have been a problem and it wouldn't have occurred to him. Donna obviously understood too, as she made to get up, her pretty face blushing furiously but with an appreciative, "well thank you very much sir, that was a great safety demonstration..."

"The demonstration is not yet over madam, you will return to the safe position immediately..." commanded the shopkeeper, with his strict firm tone, leaving no room for negotiation.

Robert thought it was sexy watching his Wife being coached over the stool but having a stranger command her to bend over was thrilling. His heart raced with that exhilarating combination of jealousy and arousal, as Donna mumbled "oh sorry sir" and immediately bent back over the stool, as ordered.

"Now this is very important..." continued the shopkeeper in that calm, measured voice of his, as he pressed the paddle against Donna's proffered bottom...

"You must strike the bottom of the bottom, here where it is meatiest, not above this and not on the legs, that might leave marks."

As he said this, he lifted the paddle right back and landed a hard stinging slap on Donna's bottom...

"Oh" gasped Donna in surprise as she jerked her head up, to the resounding smack of the paddle. The stinging slap across her buttocks jiggled her bottom cheeks and her face blushed bright red with embarrassment.

"You see," continued the shopkeeper, "in the safe position, you can paddle a firm bottom like this really hard, without any problem whatsoever..."

Robert's todger was throbbing, as the shopkeeper pulled the paddle right back again and slapped another firm smarting stroke across the 'meaty part' of Donna's dancing bottom...

"Ohhhh" squealed Donna through gritted teeth, clasping the stool legs tightly and gasping for breath. She moaned out loud as he continued to paddle her bottom increasingly harder, 'crack, crack, crack, crack,' before he said, with a big self satisfied grin...

"You see, a springy young bottom like this, can take a really good paddling in this position, remember safety is the key."

Robert's cock was straining at the leash now, having witnessed a stranger brazenly paddling his Wife. He was ashamed to admit it to himself, but he was sorry the 'demonstration' was over. The surge of excitement at seeing Donna's bottom dancing to the shopkeeper's tune was horrifying and arousing in equal measures.

Poor Donna was slumped over the stool, softly murmuring, with her lovely bottom delightfully upended and still gently quivering. The horror of being bent over by a stranger and paddled in front of her Husband, made her groan with embarrassment. The shocking sting of the paddle strokes left her bottom roasting as her buttocks glowed and throbbed.

Robert had been shocked by the turn of events. His lovely young Wife had been paddled as he stood by helplessly rooted to the spot and watched with morbid fascination, totally enthralled by the outrageous spectacle. He was transfixed by the horrible gut tugging thrill of the shopkeeper taking total control and boldly paddling his Wife without even asking.

It was this feeling of cuckoldry that started to rankle with Robert. 'I'm the alpha male,' he thought angrily. I'm in charge here, not this jumped up shopkeeper, I'll show him who's boss. I'll show him how to paddle a naughty Wife...

"...yes I see..." said Robert, nodding sagely, as he took the paddle from the shopkeeper, almost snatching it from his hand and tapped it against Donna's outrageously exposed bottom...

"So you just have to make sure the paddle strikes the meaty part of the bottom and nowhere else?" Robert asked, like a teacher's pet, showing how clever he was.

"Yes, that is correct..." replied the shopkeeper, looking pleased that he'd understood.

It was fantastically sexy, 'tap, tap, tapping' the weighty paddle against his Wife's bottom, in front of a stranger, as her cheeks jiggled and quivered erotically.

Robert felt a rush of blood and a surge of power, as he lifted the paddle back and landed a satisfyingly hard slap on Donna's bottom. A loud yelp from her, made Robert look anxiously to the shopkeeper for approval and he was delighted when he replied...

'"Yes that's it, in fact you can paddle your Wife's bottom much harder in the safe position..."

Wickedly Robert hefted the paddle down on his Wife's bottom, again and again, as she gasped and moaned with every smarting slap. The thought of what the porter had seen in their hotel room kept flashing through Robert's mind. He was overcome by that same intoxicating mixture of horror and excitement. He was on the edge, barely keeping his emotions in check...'first Donna shows herself to the porter and now my Wife let a stranger paddle her, right in front of me...'

The ferocious cracks from Robert's weighty paddle strokes made his chest puff out with manly pride. 'Just one more slap on your naughty bottom Donna, with this sensational paddle,' Robert thought to himself, every time he raised his arm back and pulled the trigger...again and again...and again...

Robert was out of breath with the exertion and the thrill of licking Donna's jiggling jelly cheeks with the wickedly stinging paddle, in front of the shopkeeper. The power of control and the intimacy of the scene was intoxicating, he was literally gasping for breath when he eventually forced himself to lay the paddle down in a dazed stupor...

"Of course, for the license to be issued, you need to demonstrate a full understanding of the safety implications, of what a paddle like this can do..." said the shopkeeper, staring Robert straight in the eye and smirking...

Robert was still dazed and bewildered by the course of events and now he felt like a schoolboy dunce, he had no idea what the shopkeeper meant. Robert looked at him, searching his expression for clues, as the shopkeeper shook his head, obviously deeply disappointed with Robert...

"Let me show you..." he said grinning slyly, as he took hold of Donna's skirt and flipped it up over her waist, in one quick movement. Revealing her lovely creamy bare legs and her tiny pink panties, straining to cover her full firm bubble bottom.

Donna squealed and made to get up, 'oh God no...' she hissed in panic, as she writhed and thrashed her legs wildly to get off the stool. The shopkeeper calmly pressed his hand firmly on her back and with her legs off the ground she wriggled in vain. Donna squirmed in frustration at her helplessness and kicked her legs in desperation...Then the terrifyingly strict voice of the shopkeeper...

"No madam, you will stop wriggling and you will return to the safe position this instant, I will not tell you again..."

...as he said this he landed three rasping paddle strokes across Donna's bottom in quick succession, 'crack, crack, crack.' The fierce smacks across the wispy thin material of her tiny pink panties made Donna's buttocks dance and jiggle alarmingly to the shopkeeper's scorching paddle slaps...

"...your Husband must see the effects of a paddling before I can issue the license..."

Donna groaned in defeat, her flailing defiance had gained her nothing more than a stinging bottom. She stopped squirming and wriggling and slumped back down over the stool, as ordered, with a resigned whimper of submission. "Oh I'm so sorry sir..." she gasped as she grabbed the stool legs again, with a subdued "oooooh."