Margaret's First Spanking

Without any preliminaries Jean knelt on the stool, bent forward over the desk and flipped the back of her skirt up. I was shocked to see that she had already removed her panties, and I couldn't help but stare at her bottom, which was surprisingly plump and firm such a petite woman. I also couldn't help noticing the grey flecked down between her thighs, through which a hint of her labia protruded. I blushed thinking how inappropriate this was supposed to be, took a deep breath and raised my hand.

I started gently at first, just tapping her buttocks one at a time, feeling my palm warm from the repeated contact with her skin, and enjoying the slapping noise. Increasing the force to firmer slaps I experimented with different patterns, two slaps either side and one in the middle, or alternating slaps on either side. I was surprised at how loud the sound of the slaps was, and I could see Jean's bottom starting to glow red, so I paused and asked her if she was all right.

"Fine dear," she replied. "You can try it harder if you like."

For a moment I was tempted to rub my hand over her rosy cheeks, and I wondered if me spanking her has made her as wet as Margaret had been after being spanked by her father. It had certainly got me pretty hard, and for a second I thought about slipping a finger between her thighs, but managed to dismiss it. Instead I resumed spanking her, increasing the force of the slaps and alternating left and right, angling my palm to spread the spanking evenly over each cheek. A few minutes of that and I was rewarded to see Jean squirming, and hear her gasping softly with each stroke. I was working up something of a sweat with the effort, and I was beginning to worry that I might be hurting her, when Jean lifted her head and asked me to stop. Her bottom was a deep crimson and felt hot to the touch.

"I think that's enough, don't you dear?" she said, in a low, dreamy voice.

"I'm just here to learn," I replied. "But I'm amazed at how hard I seemed to be spanking you, it must have hurt, surely?"

"Not as much as you imagine," said Jean, huskily, "and the after effects are very rewarding." She wiggled her hips again. "But if you want to try a few strokes with the cane, do it now before my skin cools down."

I picked up the cane, adopted the stance that Clarence had demonstrated and measured out the stroke. I had a few trial swishes to get the feel of it and then tapped it lightly on her bottom.

"Ready?"

"Ready, just start with gentle taps with your wrist and then try a bit harder. I'll tell you if its gets uncomfortable."

I glanced around at Clarence and he nodded in affirmation. Margaret, who has sitting beside him, looked flushed, and her eyes were fixed on the cane.

I turned back to Jean and started tapping her bottom, gently waving my forearm backwards and forwards with a soft wrist and trying to land the cane evenly across her buttocks at the point where I was aiming it.

The cane made a soft thwack each time it contacted her skin, leaving a temporary white line which quickly faded as the blood rushed back. I was both fascinated and repelled by the act. A part of me felt that there was something barbarous about deliberately striking a woman's bottom. The other part was fascinated by it, enjoying the feeling of power tinted with distinct overtones of arousal. I began to understand the fascination that I knew some people had with spanking. Something I had not shared, until now.

I increased the force of the strokes a little, trying to lay them evenly over her buttocks rather than just on one spot. Some of the lines had turned pink and I could hear Jean's breathing and the occasional sigh as a harder stroke stung her.

I stopped and ran my hand over her buttocks, tracing my fingers along the pale pink lines I had etched there.

"I'm okay," said Jean glancing round at me. "Try two or three harder strokes, and don't worry you can't really do much harm."

"Okay," I said drawing back my arm.

I put some more strength into my arm and allowed my wrist to flex at the end of the swing so that the cane whistled and smacked into her buttocks with a sharp crack. Jean arched her back with each stroke and a soft yelp issued from her lips. The resultant lines were a deeper shade of pink.

I put down the cane and Jean stood up, dropped her skirt and rubbed her bottom. I was much taller than she was and I was suddenly reminded that she was over twenty years older than me, and that what I had been doing to her could, in the wrong circumstances, be very painful. But she was grinning, contentedly up at me and she touched my arm reassuringly.

"I'll let you both into a little secret,' she said. "I enjoyed that. Clarence hits a lot harder, but that was very good James. I'm sure Margaret won't have any complaints."

Clarence stood up and offered his hand to Jean, she took it and pulled his arm around her waist, grinning up at her burly husband like a contented cat. I knew that they would be doing as soon as our taxi pulled out of their driveway.

The same things as we did when we got home. Margaret dragged me upstairs to the bedroom and tore off her clothes before standing with the back to the mirror peering over her shoulder to inspect her bottom. She looked quite crestfallen when she realised that there were only the slightest of traces to show where the cane had landed.

"What we're you expecting," I said. "To look like one of Captain Bligh's victims in 'Mutiny on the Bounty'".

She laughed. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy seeing my father spank me, or that you weren't turned on by laying your hands, and then that cane, on my mother's naked bottom. I could see the bulge in your pants." She reached out and grabbed my crotch. "And it's still there." She started to unzip my fly. "I want you out of those clothes and then I want you to put me over you knee and spank me. And I want it harder than you did to my mother."

That was an offer I could hardly refuse and I threw off my clothes, sat on the end of the bed and pulled her over my knee. She giggled as my erection pressed into her stomach, and wriggled her hips.

"Lie still and take what's coming to you I said," taking aim at her buttocks.

I started with half a dozen gentle swats to get her attention and then settled into a rhythm of alternating slaps to each cheek, working my all over the surface of her buttocks. The crimson flush quickly reappeared, her breathing quickened and she began to squirm on my lap, especially when my hand struck lower down, directly onto the middle of her bottom.

I stopped to admire my handiwork and to give my hand a rest. She made no move to get up but lay there seemingly contented. I slid my fingers in between her buttocks and felt for her pussy.

"Oooohhh," she moaned, obligingly opening her legs to allow me access and I felt the hot pool of wetness that had accumulated at the entrance to her vagina.

"That makes me feel so hot, she said. Not just the skin of my bum, but inside, aroused hot. My God, why didn't we do this before?"

"Shall I carry on?'' I asked.

"Oh yes!" she said.

I raised my hand again and started as before, alternating between the buttocks, but a little harder. Then I switched focus and started to place the slaps, working them lower down, onto the tops of her thighs and into the sensitive inner thigh close to her pussy. Margaret started to emit little yelps and she squirmed and wriggled herself against me.

"A little bit softer," she hissed, arching her back, "but don't stop, keep doing it there. A bit softer, Oh. Oh. Yessss."

I slipped my left hand between us and wriggled it around until I located her pussy. I managed to slip a couple of fingers into her and then slid them forward until they found her clit.

She gasped and squirmed as my fingertips went to work on her bud while my right hand continued to slap low down on her buttocks."

"Oh that's wonderful," she groaned, "I feel as if there's a fireworks display going off inside me, little stars bursting and sparkling all round my vagina."

I would have happily continued to spank her and stroke her until she climaxed. My arm was aching and my palm was sore, but I wouldn't have stopped for the world as long as she was enjoying it. So I was disappointed when she asked me to stop. But only for a moment.

When she sat up there were tears in her eyes and she hugged and kissed me.

"That is wonderful, darling, almost out of this world, but it feels so selfish of me, your poor arm." She shuffled further onto the bed drawing me with her. "I can't explain to you how good that feels, I never expected that the pain of spanking could turn so pleasurable. But at least we can share this." She lay back, opened her legs and blew me a kiss. "Come and fuck me, lover, I want to feel you inside me when I come, I want to feel your hot sperm bathing my cervix."

I lowered myself down onto her, she eased her hips and my cock buried itself deep in her vagina. I pulled back my hips and thrust forward, she raised her hips to meet me and we were quickly into a rhythm

"Hard and fast," she grunted, "hard and fast, fill me up."

She lifted her legs and squeezed her thighs against my flanks. My pubic bone was pounding against her mound and she opened her mouth and moaned, long and low. Then her hips were bucking against me, she was screaming with pleasure and I felt the rush in my loins. Our fucking became frenzied, the strokes short, our hips jerking frantically and then my orgasm exploded into hers and we writhed together like a two backed beast, grunting and moaning with lust.

Afterwards she lay stroking my chest.

"So," she began. "Where are we going to find a cane?" She shot me a wicked glance. "I'll get onto the internet tomorrow. You can order anything on line. Can't wait to see the delivery man's face."