Fantasy Friday, The Story Tellers

*I got an email from Kitty last night telling me she had written a piece of fiction but wasn't sure she wanted to send a first attempt for a Fantasy Friday. She nuts! LOL! I just read it and it's great. Fantasy Friday isn't the only place to find good spanking fiction. So today you have two places to go. Read here then go by Sweet Surrender for another great story!

Friday, Friday, Friday! It’s here and only one more week until we get out for Christmas. Now that’s going to feel good. Meanwhile, this coming week is going to be a busy one. I’m hoping my back gets better soon!

We have another brand new story today. It’s written by the same author who wrote A Strangers Gift. I love her style and I know you are going to enjoy this story too. I’ll tell you more about this writer at the end. Please enjoy…

The Story Tellers

She gazed from the East windows across the moors, she would witness their approach from here. She could not take her eyes off the lane that snaked across the hills, its grass verges clipped short by the ponies native to these moors. The light was fading fast as she saw the faint glimmer of head lights in the far distance, their starring beams picking out the first flurry of snow that swept briefly across the tops where the hills kissed the sky.

She shuddered slightly and clasped her arms around herself, maybe the chill of the winter scene, she wondered? The house may be old, but it was warm and cozy she reasoned, no, this was anticipation. She moved her legs slightly and felt the swish of her stockings beneath her black pencil skirt, a white blouse completed her outfit, which, she hoped, presented a professional image for this most unusual of appointments. She felt her heart pounding slightly as the headlights grew closer, her lips parting slightly as her breathing increased, a mixture of apprehension and excitement spreading over her.

She moved to the hallway of the old house pausing briefly to place a letter sealed within a gold embossed envelope on the hall table and with trembling hands opened the door to the study. The room was lined with books, some old some new, the yew paneling catching the low glow of the evening light, a fire place to one side, its logs crackling and spitting adding to the atmosphere of the room. She positioned herself in a leather tall backed chair opposite the door, crossing her legs she tried to look as demure as possible as she waited for her guests to arrive. She noticed as she looked around the room that many of the books were written by her favourite authors, A. Conan Doyle, Jane Austen and an early copy or two of Jamaica Inn.

She heard keys unlocking the front door and after a brief interlude the door to the study opened. A girl in her mid twenties entered followed by a man, the man slightly older. She stood up and stepping forward held out her hand in anticipation of a formal greeting but the girl simply held her hand and led her to the chair she had just left, here she was pushed forward gently but firmly and made to bend over the back of the chair. She could feel her skirt tight across her bottom, it was never designed for her to be in this position, she thought to herself. She steadied herself by placing both hands on the seat of the chair and as she looked up she noticed the girl stroking the man’s face whilst holding his hand, and with a look of compassion she said, “Don’t worry, all will be fine.”

He looked apprehensive, she caught his eye as he glanced at her, she noticed his pale grey eyes through his long tousled fair hairbefore politely lowering her eyes.

The girl now crouched in front of the chair and held both of her hands, as she looked up into her eyes, she spoke gently, “ I will stay with you, I will always stay with you” her hands were not grasping as in force but gently held, as if for comfort. She felt him stand next to her, his leg touching hers, his hand firmly on the small of her back, she felt cocooned, restrained, yet free and strangely safe. She held her breath as she waited for that familiar feeling, her transport to another headspace. His hand rested lightly on her bottom, raised, and then landed with a slap on the right cheek of her bottom, she let her breath out with a small sigh whilst another slap landed on the left cheek. The spanking continued rhythmically on each cheek of her bottom, progressively getting harder as she breathed out involuntary gasps and groans. She moved her legs to try to move somehow the stinging heat that each spank generated.

The girl squeezed her hands, she raised her face to look into the girls’ eyes, “Be still” the girl spoke gently to her “I will stay with you, I will look after you.” She felt the first tears starting to fall from her eyes as she stilled her legs and concentrated once more on the regular slapping of the man’s hand on her bottom, the tightness of her skirt and the curl of his palm perfectly matching the roundness of her bottom ensuring that she was being thoroughly spanked.

Just as the room started to disappear and she felt herself starting to float away he stood away from her and released his hand from the small of her back. She was momentarily back in the room and left panting as she remained draped over the chair. She raised her head again and watched the man walk across to the fireplace, he remained still, his hands clasped behind him as he stared into the fire. The girl encouraged her to stand up. “I must prepare you for further punishment.”

As she straightened up the girl unzipped her skirt, and knowing what was expected of her she pulled the skirt down herself over the fullness of her naked bottom and let it fall to the floor, stepping out of it she positioned herself once again facing the chair. The girl spoke once more but this time with firmness in her voice, “You will stay in the position you are placed in, you will keep your bottom still and you will do as you are told, or the master will discipline you harder, do you understand?” She tried to answer but her throat was too dry to speak, a single tear trickled down her face as she simply nodded. The girl spoke again, “It is important that you are punished properly!”

She lowered her eyes, her face flushed with embarrassment, or was it excitement at being exposed and vulnerable, they were fully clothed, it made her feel under their control, displayed for their pleasure.

The man returned once again to take up his position next to her, he briefly stared into her eyes, she detected a glimmer of excitement and passion before he looked towards the girl who was once again ather station, in front of the chair. The girl picking up on the silent message spoke to her quietly. “Bend over now, you are to receive further punishment.”

She draped herself over the chair once again; she felt the cool leather of the chair against the naked skin above her stockings, the girl once again, gently taking both of her hands into hers. She felt the palm of his hand make contact with her bottom once again, her bottom cheeks bouncing under each hard slap, her skirt no longer able to retain or protect her flesh. He concentrated the firmness of his hand on one part of her bottom until she was grimacing so much that her gasps were audible and then moved to another spot to repeat the process. Fresh tears immediately began to flow as she found herself drifting away again, the room, the books, the flickering light from the fire receding.

She faintly heard the girl whisper to her, “I will stay with you, be free, just be free” but it was a distant voice, heard as if in a dream. The spanks were landing now on every inch of her bottom, from the tops of her legs to each side of her buttocks so that the redness and heat was spread all over, adding to the wetness she felt as her erotic sexual excitement increased. Her bottom was clenching as each spank landed, her breathing ragged as her legs relaxed and she started to dissolve, allowing for the first time the chair to bear all of her weight as she completely surrendered to her punishment, to her body and to her soul. As the final slaps landed where her bottom creased with the tops of her legs her orgasm started to flow over her, starting with a slow tingling and rapidly rising to a flood as every cell in her body switched on. She was somewhere far away now, flying a magic carpet ride to pure ecstasy, the people around her invisible, there was just her and pure exquisite pleasure. She heard someone screaming in the distance, a voice she vaguely remembered as her own.

“Oh please, please!”

When she opened her eyes the girl was still holding her hands, and, as she had promised, stayed with her, she, on the other hand, just remained draped motionless over the chair.

The three of them sat in front of the fire, her in the chair in a toweling robe, the girl and man sitting at her feet, each holdinga glass of mulled wine.

“So” the man said, “was I ok, sorry, I was very nervous.”

She looked at him kindly and squeezed his hand, “You did brilliantly, I think we were all a little nervous!” She held both of their hands to her face and gently kissed them, “you know I love you both so much, we must never be apart.”

The girl knelt up and hugged her, “The three of us never will be my darling” she said with a smile. “Anyway, what house shall we rent next time?”

“I guess it depends on the stories” replied the man. “Maybe something in Austen country, the shire?”

“I shall attend to that with much haste, this very morn, Mr Darcy, madam.” Said the girl, attempting her best Jane Austen impression.

“Hmm, or maybe an old school?” She said, looking quizzically at the girl.

“Sir please sir” the girl said excitedly to the man “I think next time she deserves to be caned!”

“Maybe next time I’ll cane the pair of you if you don’t behave.” the man said with a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his
mouth.

“We will try to be good sir, honest, but anyway, who’s turn is it next time?” said the girl looking up at her.

“We shall all present our stories in envelopes, and then we will see.” She held out her glass, “but in the mean time, to our first adventure.”

“Well” the man said, “we are in an old manor house on a lonely winter moor and we have the whole weekend ahead of us.” He smiled,his eyes twinkling, “I think the games afoot.”

The three lovers smiled at each other, clinked their glasses and chorused together,

“To the game!”

~o0o~

This wonderful story was written by Grace. She tells me that she and her partner Jamie have know each other since they were in their teens and have been in a relationship ever since. They now they have grown children. Grace enjoys books published by Black Lace. I’m not familiar with then but she says that they have several books that involve spanking and are written by women, for women. Grace says ‘we love the erotic nature of spanking which for us tends to play out mainly in the bedroom and has totally transformed our love life.’

Grace I hope you will keep on writing and sharing with us. It seems this story could go on and on. Thank you for sending this one. I hope that there are others out there writing. I you have a story you are willing to share please send it to elisspeaks@yahoo.com