Let's spank!, Don Pascual

Let's spank! v. Don Pascual

2 stories!

Watch a young couple during a Mediterranean beach vacation where they meet all kinds of people who caught the spanking bug as badly as they did. Butts never get cold, either due to the hot sun or to a hard hand. Everybody catches it eventually on a merry-go-round of spankings.

In a pure femdom story, a young wife sets out to cure her boyish husband from a very bad habit. Maybe she is successful.

Words: 13,200, 47 p.

Content: Spanking, birching, erotic tale, erotic literature, erotic short story, erotic spanking, domestic discipline

Extract:

We had been exchanging arguments about this obvious preference for petite women with cute bottoms and rather girl-child-like appearances. They most certainly were adults in all important aspects.
“Do you think it conceivable that they are spanked for misdeeds?” I had asked Marei a few days ago, and she had looked at me as if confronted by a demented lunatic.
Now, woken up by one of these child-girls, a little devil was taking over my sun-fried brain, and I fixed the girl with cold eyes.
“For that disruption of our afternoon nap, you clearly deserve a spanking!”
If I expected some outrage or total miscomprehension, not to mention a lack of a vocabulary containing the word spanking, I was hugely mistaken.
Without batting an eye, she smiled sweetly at me, and with a twinkle in her eyes, she declared, “We are spanked only by the top management.”
Marei erupted in Homeric laughter and saved the day as well as my face by complimenting her on her brains plus ordering drinks.
“Don’t be mad at my husband. His brain has been damaged by the sun. We would like to have two pina coladas!”
“Never mind, Madam, the drinks will come immediately.”
When she returned with the drinks, she bent over just a little deep with straight legs and put them onto a small, low table. The shape of her bottom was outlined a bit more provocatively than probably learned during her training. With an adorable grin she returned to the bar.
“What do you say to that performance?” I wanted to know from Marei.
“Well, first of all, I would like to comment on your performance showing off rather bad manners, my dear, getting this lovely girl into such a difficult situation. How could you?”
She did not wait for my answer, but really laid into me.
“This is a five-star international hotel owned by an American chain. Their standards may be adapted to local customs as far as dresses, furniture and food are concerned, but this is no medieval country with serfs as employees. Are you out of your mind? The only person to be taken up to our room and spanked will be you, my lad, right now!”
We had not been playing lately, so her attack came as a surprise, especially since Marei was not exactly a born Domme, but I liked it anyway. It had some reality to it, which is always good for role play. Besides, she probably wanted to get even with me on behalf of a fellow female. She just might put enough energy into it to make things interesting.
After finishing our drinks, we fled the shimmering heat and returned to our room. Marei got out the small case we had filled with a few toys that could be folded or rolled up. That reduced the possible selection more or less to leather toys. Amongst others, there were a vicious little martinet, an original Scottish tawse, several ropes and a nylon switch that could be bent double.
The king-size bed in our suite was hidden behind curtains hanging from the ceiling. Three of them parted sideways and were fastened to stout wooden carved posts supporting the crossbeam holding the curtains. In short, we had more whipping posts than were actually needed. Marei tied me to two of them with my arms stretched wide and up. She then took my beach shorts down and passed her hand tenderly over my bare bottom.
Until then, I had complied with her wishes and was not really afraid of her disciplinary ambitions. But Marei had been annoyed in more than one way lately. This registered with me when she ticked off my offenses.
“Let us start with this uncalled-for impertinence to the poor beach girl. This alone merits a sound spanking. Moreover, you have insulted me as your partner by ogling every single female on the beach all day long, and that also is insulting to me as a woman with at least as many attractive assets as these girls you have been watching. This last behavior is a whipping offense. Do you want to be gagged?”