From Sassy Bottoms. Aunty Maureen goes to work on her nephew's naughty bottom.
And at Clare Spanks Men an older Andrew gets similar treatment, this time from Contessa K.
Kimberley Kennedy ushered a crying blonde boy in front of her. He was dressed in an open backed apron that covered his chest and hung to his knees, but showed off his glowing red bottom.
“Come on Roger,” the blonde teenage girl said kindly, “let’s get you into a corner until Mum comes to pick you, sweetie.”
Maria Sculiatta smiled at the scene as Roger folded his hands over his short blonde curls. “Such a sweetheart,” she murmured fondly.
“I know,” Kimberley agreed, grinning at the freshly spanked boy. “I can take over now, Maria.”
“Thank you, Kimberley,” the maternal woman said, vacating her chair at reception. “Karen’s getting changed now, so I’ll meet her in my parlour.”
“Excellent,” Kimberley said, checking the spreadsheet on her computer monitor to make sure that Maria’s client’s details had been entered.
As Maria disappeared into her parlour, as the shop called the rooms that their spankers used to conduct business, Kimberley reviewed what Maria had been doing while she had been chastising Roger Townsend. The teenager regarded reception as her personal fiefdom, and even though she knew Maria was an experienced receptionist in her own right, she still felt the need to make sure everything was done how she liked it.
The shops owner, Andrea Mahony, had finished with her most recent client and Maria had sorted that out. Greg Lane wasn’t due for another thirty minutes, so Andrea was having some quiet time.
Kimberley kept one eye on her monitor as she set up Andrea’s schedule for the next day to send to her, and the other on Roger’s cutely jiggling behind as he sobbed occasionally. That was when the bell above the door rang merrily as it opened and an elegantly dressed lady with straight shoulder length blonde hair entered. She was well endowed with broad shoulders, an immaculately made up face and smoky grey eyes.
The receptionist had been expecting Greg Lane, not Simone Devlin, and her blue eyes registered her surprise. Simone Devlin was a little notorious in Clarkstown’s tightly knit community. She lived near the local university, and due to her wealth was generally in the company of one of the town’s other more affluent members; the aristocratic Veronica Dixon-Thompson.
Simone had married a millionaire who was a good deal older than she was. The union had produced no children and Simone had been the sole beneficiary of her husband’s will. It made her an instant millionaire. Some unkind souls -Kimberley’s mother Gabrielle being among them - claimed that Simone was a gold digger who had only married her husband due to his age and the possibilities of inheriting a fortune.
Whether or not this was the case Kimberley personally didn’t know. What she did know was that Simone had moved to Clarkstown and set herself up nicely. She also had a string of ‘toyboys’ that were a good deal younger than she was. The current term for someone like Simone was ‘cougar’. She was the last person that Kimberley would have expected to walk through the doors of The Spank Shop. She couldn’t possibly be here to ask for a spanking, could she?
The teenager didn’t much care for ‘walk ins’. Most of their business was done by appointment. You rang up and booked in, you didn’t just wander in on the off chance that someone could drop everything to smack your bottom. If Kimberley had her way she’d ban ‘walk ins’ and only take on pre arranged business. She knew, however that Andrea didn’t agree with her philosophy, and in fact argued that they got a good deal of business the other way.
Bearing in mind that if she wasn’t at least polite it would get back to Andrea, and her employers reaction to that sort of report was both swift and unpleasant, Kimberley pasted a smile on her face and said brightly, “Mrs Devlin! Welcome to The Spank Shop. How may we help you?”
The woman looked a little surprised that the girl knew her name, which Kimberley scored as a point for herself. Simone was aware that Kimberley and her mother prided themselves on knowing the business of everyone in town, so it shouldn’t have thrown her, but it did. In fact everything about the shop was just a little surreal, from the innocuous looking façade out the front, it being wedged between a hairdressing salon and pleasant little patisserie, to the young man sporting a bare glowing red rear end in one corner of the reception area, which oddly enough resembled the waiting room in a doctors surgery.
“Kimberley, right?” Simone asked, in her rich deep voice.
The blonde girl nodded and self-consciously fluffed up her clouds of honey hair.
“I was wondering if I could see Andrea.”
“Miss Mahony,” the girl said, emphasizing the title.
“Just stay there for a moment, ma’am,” Kimberley said tightly, reaching for the phone.
The phone rang in Andrea’s comfortable parlour with the crackling fire and she set her book down to answer it. “Yes Kim? Is Gregory here early?”
“Ahhh…no ma’am,” the girl said carefully. “Mrs Devlin is here and she was wondering if she could see you.”
“How long do I have before Gregory’s appointment?”
“Twenty five minutes or so.”
Andrea shrugged even though she knew Kimberley couldn’t see the movement. ‘That should be fine for a consultation. Do I know Mrs Devlin?”
“No, ma’am. Her first name is Simone and she’s friends with Miss Dixon-Thompson.”
“Veronica, lovely. Okay, send her in, please dear.”
Andrea was seated in her armchair by the fire, one long nylon sheathed leg crossed casually over the other when Simone Devlin entered the room.
Andrea smiled at her guest and motioned towards a chair across from her. As Simone took a seat, Andrea asked, “Coffee, tea?”
“No thank you,” Simone answered. “Your receptionist seemed to indicate you were on quite a tight schedule.”
Andrea laughed. “Kimberley’s a lovely girl, very efficient, but she does tend to be a little over protective of my time. How many I help you, Mrs Devlin?”
“Only if you call me Andie.”
“Done deal!” Simone agreed, those grey eyes shining.
Andrea sat back and sized up the woman seated across from her. She was a little older than most clients, having a few years on Andrea herself, but she would be far from the first older lady that Andrea had spanked.
She didn’t know as much about Simone as Kimberley did, very few people had the same level of knowledge about the members of Clarkstown’s community as the receptionist and her mother, though. The name was familiar and she could remember Gabrielle discussing her in rather scandalized tones. Andrea tended to tune out when her friend and part time employee engaged in local gossip, but Gabrielle had been quite insistent that Simone Devlin was in desperate need of a good hot bottom.
“Have you come here for yourself, Simone?” Andrea probed gently. Adults were often embarrassed about coming to see her, so she felt it was best to be diplomatic and let them tell their story in their own time. She also had a good twenty to twenty five minutes up her sleeve before she’d need to get Simone to hurry up.
A flush crept into Simone’s expertly made up cheeks and showed under her hard won tan. “No,” she denied. “It’s actually for someone else.”
“Someone else?” Andrea echoed. “Is there any reason why that person isn’t here?”
“He’s working today,” Simone admitted.
“He?” Andrea asked. “You’re here for your husband? Son?”
Simone laughed. “Andie, how much do you know about me?”
“Very little Simone,” Andrea confessed.
“I don’t generally shop in this area of town. In fact I usually do my shopping elsewhere altogether, so it was Veronica who made me aware of your shop and what services you offer.”
“My husband was a wealthy man and a good deal older than me. Despite what people say about me I did genuinely love him and didn’t marry him in the hopes of inheriting his wealth. However he did leave me a wealthy woman.”
Andrea didn’t say anything, but she was starting to recall some of what Gabrielle had been saying that time. The term ‘gold digger’ had been mentioned.
Simone’s floodgates seemed to have been opened and she continued on. “I’ve had a number of lovers since then, but no one I wanted to marry. I tend to prefer younger men, much younger men.”
Andrea took a breath and asked, “How old is your current ‘lover’, Simone?”
“Andy…Andrew is in his mid twenties.”
If Andrea was any judge of age Simone’s boyfriend was probably twenty years her junior. “And you’ve come here to get his bottom smacked?”
“That’s the basic way of putting it,” Simone said.
“At this point Simone I probably should explain how I work here. I do spank bottoms, that’s true, but I don’t just do it because one party or the other wants it, or finds it some sort of a turn on. There has to be a reason.”
Simone blushed again. “Oh it isn’t anything like that, Andie!”
“I assume Andrew knows you’re here?”
“Oh yes, we just both felt it better that I test the waters, sort of woman to woman.”
“So what exactly has Andrew done that he requires some overlap therapy?” Andrea pressed.
“Andy’s working for his Phd. I support him financially. He’s a smart man, but ever since he was a teenager he’s had a tendency to slack off unless there’s some sort of inducement to make him not do so.”
“Sort of carrot and stick philosophy?” Andrea guessed.
Simone nodded, and then grinned. “Light on the carrot and heavy on the stick in Andy’s case.”
“You look more than capable of administering a good spanking, Simone,” Andrea observed. The woman was clearly fit and Andrea was sure she kept herself in shape with regular workouts. If she was also able to satisfy a much younger man sexually, then she was definitely in good shape. “Why can’t you do it?”
“Oh, if it were that easy, Andie, he would have already found himself over my knee.”
The easy familiarity with which Simone spoke about spanking hinted to Andrea that she was no stranger to corporal punishment. “You were spanked growing up?”
Simone nodded. “It stopped when I was fourteen, but yes both of my parents believed in the effectiveness of a smacked bottom. I also spanked some of my charges as a teenage babysitter.”
“Yet you can’t do this for Andrew?”
“No,” Simone said, shaking her head gently. “He’s an interesting case. He grew up without a father, he was raised by his mother, and his aunt moved in with them when was starting high school. Up until that point he’d never really had to work academically, things just came naturally to him, when the work got harder his grades nosedived. His mother didn’t understand it, and she was anti corporal punishment. His aunt was an entirely different kettle of fish. She worked out during an after school tutoring session what the problem was and got to the bottom of it so to speak.”
“His mother never worked out what was going on?”
“If she did she never said or did anything about it. Initially his aunt’s spankings were frequent, then his grades improved and they were needed less often. Going from once a month to once every three months or even less. His aunt passed away just before he began his Phd, and the problem only recently surfaced again.”
“I still don’t know why you can’t spank him. Simone,” Andrea said, glancing at the clock and becoming aware that time was running out before Greg arrived for his whacking.
“His aunt seemed to imprint on him, he tried going to someone else in college when his aunt wasn’t available and all he got out of it was a sore bottom. He wound up having to make a quick visit home, and throw himself on her tender mercies. His grades improved almost immediately.”
“I look like his aunt?” Andrea guessed, she had a similar experience with Evan Marsters. He had come to her for a birthday spanking. When Andrea had turned him down because of her ‘needs to be a genuine reason’ rule and suggested that he visit a professional dominatrix, he had confessed that it had to be her due to her physical resemblance to a former primary school teacher that he’d had a fantasy about. Kimberley, who knew Evan from school, and was now his girlfriend, had remembered a long ago incident for which the soon to be twenty one year old had never been punished, and so he got his birthday spanking.
“No, not at all,” Simone said.
Andrea blinked. “Excuse me? I’m really not sure what I can do then, Simone.”
“I had lunch with Veronica last week and she was telling me about your shop and she mentioned a lady that works here, Maria Sculiatta.”
Andrea nodded. “Yes, Maria is one of our part timers. She’s rostered on today.”
“Andy knows her, or rather he knows what she looks like.”
“She works as a receptionist for Dr Rosalie Sutcliffe.” Simone explained. “Andrew had to do some work with Dr Sutcliffe for his thesis. Apparently Mrs Sculiatta looks a lot like his aunt.”
Andrea’s green eyes became thoughtful. “Okay,” she said firmly. “We need to arrange for another appointment. Both Andrew and Maria will need to be present and I’m assuming you also want to be there.”
Simone nodded firmly.
“I also should attend. I’ll just call Kimberley and see if we can set that up,” and she reached for the phone to dial through to her receptionist.
“I’ve taken the liberty of having Kimberley prepare a pot of tea,” Andrea said with a smile as the girl ushered Simone Devlin and a tall, slender, not at all unattractive young man with a head of wavy light brown hair into the cosy parlour.
Simone took a seat on the couch and gently pulled her nervous lover down beside her.
The plump woman with the black curly hair and the maternal looking features, greeted the couple with a smile and by raising her teacup.
“Tea would be wonderful, Andie,” Simone said, pouring a cup for herself and Andrew. “It can be calming, and poor Andy’s quite a bundle of nerves at present.”
“Oh totally understandable,” Andrea said, sipping from her own cup, and giving Andrew a reassuring smile. “Now a spanking may not take place here today, although Maria has come prepared,” the brunette picked up a large oval hairbrush, made of a rich deeply patterned wood from a table in between her and Andrea’s chair. “If it does however I’ve had Kimberley book out long enough to light a nice hot little fire in a certain young man’s bottom.”
Andrew squirmed under Andrea’s penetrating emerald gaze.
“Do you know much about how the shop works, Andrew?” Andrea asked.
The post-graduate student shook his head gently and confessed, “Only what Simone told me about your meeting last week.”
“Okay,” Andrea said, setting her teacup down in its saucer with a gentle click. “Generally the decisions about how to punish are made by the disciplinarian after they’ve been apprised of what is needed. There are however cases where the punishee has input into what takes place, and I feel that Andrew’s situation is one of those. Simone told me about your aunt and how she dealt with you and about her resemblance to Maria. I’ve passed that on to Maria, but maybe if you could tell us a little about how things worked at home with your aunt. What was her name, by the way?”
“Maureen,” Andrew answered softly. “Aunty Maureen.”
“You miss her, sweetheart?” Maria asked gently.
Andrew took a deep breath and nodded.
Simone reached out and rubbed her boyfriend’s back gently, using large circles, to settle him.
“It was all fine until I got to high school,” Andrew began his story. “I was one of those kids who just picked stuff up and never had to really work at it. It wasn’t that easy at high school and I had to study.”
Maria nodded. She’d endured similar things with her own children when they transitioned from one form of schooling to another and found it hard to take the step up. They found if they worked a little harder things improved, and a spanking did help with focus sometimes. Her children seemed to study a little harder when they were sitting on a freshly smacked bottom.
“Mum suggested that Aunty Maureen tutor me, because she’d been a teacher herself. It took a bit, but one day she lost it with me and spanked me. Funny thing was after that my grades did improve in that class.”
“I used to tutor in high school and I found a spanking never hurt with some kids,” Andrea said, remembering her own teenage experiences.
“It worked with me,” Andrew agreed.
“I got the occasional spanking for a bad report, too,” Simone murmured.
“It was usually report card day or when I brought assignments home that I was spanked,” Andrew remembered. “Aunty Maureen would look at the work, the grade and the teachers comments.”
“So you got spanked every report card day?” Maria asked, thinking of some of the emotionally charged encounters she had gone through with her own four when they brought home a disappointing report. A bad report didn’t always necessarily mean a spanking, there were reasons and it had to be discussed first.
“At first, yes,” Andrew admitted, “but it changed after a while. We’d talk about the comments and highlight what I could do to improve. We also looked at the good things and assessed it and looked for ways to repeat that behaviour.”
“How did Aunty Maureen spank you, darling?” Maria asked.
The young man looked at her, questions in his deep brown eyes.
“What did she use?” Maria prompted.
“Her hand at first, Mrs Sculiatta…”
“Andrew, tesoro,” Maria implored. “Maybe it would be better if I were Aunty Maria.”
Andrew nodded and started again. “Yes, Aunty Maria. She started with her hand, but then she added in a hairbrush.”
“Like this?” Maria asked, holding up the same brush as earlier.
Andrew frowned. “It was made of different wood, but yes it was wooden and quite large, oval like that one.”
“Excellent,” Maria breathed with a smile, setting the brush, which was made of koa wood and had been named Contessa K by the motherly Italian woman, down again.
“Why is that excellent?” Simone asked, with interest.
“The hairbrush is our most common implement of correction,” Andrea answered. “We’re all quite experienced with one and it helps if the client is used to it.”
“Okay,” Simone said, sipping her tea.
“She got this little paddle later on, too,” Andrew explained. “It wasn’t very big and it was quite light, made of some sort of clear plastic, but boy did it burn!”
“Lexan,” Andrea said. “We have some of them too, if you’d like.”
Andrew shook his head “God no, ma’am!”
Andrea laughed richly. “No Aunty for me?”
The Phd student blushed. “There may be too many Aunties.”
“You have a point there. Ma’am is perfectly respectable, dear.”
“When we say spanking here at the shop,” Maria entered the conversation again, “we generally mean bare bottom over the knee. Is that what Aunty Maureen did?”
Andrew nodded, and Simone noticed that he shivered with anticipation as Maria outlined what spanking at the shop entailed.
“After she gave me a hug, then put me in the corner to let my bottom cool down and made me work on my homework sitting on a hard chair, still bare.”
“Very effective,” Maria approved. “I think your aunt and I would have been good friends.”
“I quite like what I hear about her, too,” Andrea said.
Andrew sipped his tea nervously more for something to do rather than any real liking or need for the drink. Simone smiled at him and asked, “Are you sure this is what you want, Andy?”
“I need it,” the young man answered, his voice unsteady.
“How was it done?” Maria asked.
“Done? Aunty Maria?” Andrew asked, setting his cup down and licking his lips. “I thought I just explained the spanking.”
“Oh you did, sweetheart,” Maria assured him. “However there is more to a spanking that just the smacking of the bottom, as I am sure you understand. You said that you had a report card or a marked assignment to show your aunt, so that she could assess it and what needed to be done. I never went to college, but I assume that studying for a Phd must have some form of assessment.”
Andrew nodded. “It’s done by testing the results of hypothesis or study. You write a paper detailing your work and the results. It’s not quite like a high school class or a college course.”
“No, it isn’t,” Maria agreed, and she was clearly thinking about how to best approach the issue.
Andrea looked at her watch, she could see that Maria wanted to get Andrew’s spanking underway, but she hadn’t yet gained his approval as to whether he wanted it to take place here and now and if he did she still had to observe the legal necessities.
“Andrew,” she said in her soft cultured drawl.
“I think your Aunty Maria is more than ready to spank that naughty little bottom of yours, but before she does so we have to make a decision.”
“Decision, ma’am?” a dry mouthed Andrew asked.
“Do you want your spanking to take place now? In this room?”
Andrew swallowed hard, emotions warred on his handsome face, his tense shoulders dropped and he whispered, “Yes.”
Simone looked at Andrea and mouthed the words, “Thank you.”
Andrea smiled at the woman and produced a folder, which had Andrew’s name lettered on it in neat capitals. The chestnut haired woman removed two sheets of paper. One was a questionnaire and the other looked like a legal form. She pushed both sheets across the table to Andrew, with a pen clipped to the top of them, it held them together.
“Do you want it just to be Aunty Maria and you or do you want Simone and I to stay?” Andrea asked, as Andrew picked up the forms and looked them over.
“Can you both be here, please?” Andrew asked.
“Of course I can, darling,” Simone said, putting her arm around his shoulders and giving him a gentle hug.
“I’d be delighted to act as a witness, if you feel that’s what you want,” Andrea agreed. “From what you said, though, it’s not what happened at home with your aunt.”
No,” Andrew admitted. “Mum never knew about the spankings. At least Aunty Maureen and I never told her, she may have worked it out. She didn’t approve of spanking.”
“Maybe she should have,” Maria said softly.
“I agree, Aunty Maria,” Andrew said, starting to fill out the questionnaire that Andrea liked all her first timers, especially adults like Andrew, to fill in before they went over the knee at the shop for their maiden voyage. “That’s why I think I want Miss Andrea and Simone here. Simone, well…because I love her and she needs to see this.”
Simone blushed and sipped her tea to try and hide her embarrassment.
“And Miss Andrea, because she’s sort of standing in for my Mum.”
“Goodness!” Andrea said and sipped her own tea. “I hope you don’t think I look old enough to be your mother, dear.”
“No, ma’am,” Andrew said quickly. “I put that badly. I just think I need someone that is kind of an authority figure. I don’t know. It just seems kind of right.”
Andrea nodded. “Are you done with the questionnaire, darling?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Andrew said, handing it over, and looking at Andrea’s release form which she required all adult clients to sign before they got spanked, for her own protection.
Andrea scanned the form, looking at the answers and the check boxes. “Preferred implement, hairbrush,” she murmured. “You’ve said no to an apron?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Andrew said. “I didn’t really know what that was.”
Andrea laughed. “They’re a neck to knee apron that covers your front, but leaves the back nice and bare. I started to use them to preserve modesty when I had older clients of different genders to be spanked together, but they embarrass wonderfully and they’re quite convenient for public corner time displays out in reception…don’t worry, we won’t do that to you unless you ask us to. You may wind up in an apron one day, but today is not that day.”
“I think its best this first time if I take down his trousers the way his Zia Maureen used to,” Maria added, grinning as she saw a bright red flush creep into the young man’s cleanly shaven cheeks.
“You’re all good with the release?” Andrea asked as it was signed and handed to her.
Andrew nodded and Simone interjected. “Veronica told me about them when I first mentioned that I had a need for what you do here, so I’d worded Andrew up about it. We both understand why you have them, Andie.”
“Lovely,” Andrea said, tucking both forms into the folder and putting it aside for delivery to Kimberley later so she could add it to her files for Andrew’s next visit. She was very confident that it would take more than one soundly smacked bottom to cure him of his ways. “Now we’ve got that out of the way I think I’ll let Maria take over from here. More tea. Simone?”
“No, I’m good, thank you. It was lovely.”
“Kimberley does make a good cup of tea,” Andrea agreed, ringing through to the girl in reception.
The teenager arrived in the room just after and smiled at everyone as she busied herself clearing the tea things away and accepting Andrew’s folder from Andrea. She even eyed off the Phd student and Andrea just knew she was picturing him bare bottom up over her own lap.
Andrea looked around at the room when Kimberley had gone and said, “I think we need to switch the seating arrangements first. Maria you swap with Simone. You’ll need to be on the couch for this. Andrew you stand for the moment and we’ll let Aunty Maria look after you once we’ve got everything sorted out.”
Maria and Simone shared a smile as they went past each other while taking new seats. Andrew stood in the middle of the room, looking a little lost.
“Don’t worry,” Andrea reassured him as Maria spread her skirts out on the couch. “We’ll soon have you over a firm lap, getting exactly what you need, sweetie.”
Andrew didn’t say anything. He doubted he could properly express what he was feeling. A part of him hoped that Andrea was right, but another part of him remembered how much his aunt’s spankings had hurt and that part of him had his bottom tingling and wondering why on earth he had agreed to this? A look at Simone’s concerned grey eyes chased some of that away. This was the best thing for both of them.
“Andrew!” Maria’s stern voice broke into his thoughts and her dark eyes flashed. “Listen to your aunt when she speaks to you!”
Andrew blinked and said lamely, “I…uuhhh…ma’am?”
“I’m ma’am to you now, am I young man?” Maria demanded. “What happened to Aunty Maria?”
“I…ummm…Aunty Maria…” Andrew’s uncertain voice tailed off.
“My goodness!” Maria exclaimed.
Andrea had not yet had the opportunity to watch Maria in action like this. There had been the session with the four school vandals, but like many appointments at The Spank Shop, the spankers tailored the way they handled them to match what they felt was needed. That afternoon Maria had taken her cues from Andrea. While Andrea was in the room today, Maria was running the appointment. Andrea suspected that right now she was channeling Mama Maria, when confronting one of her own children about some misdeed or another. Gabrielle Kennedy claimed that outside of her own four, the Sculiatta kids probably had the best paddled bottoms in town.
“Your work hasn’t been up to scratch of late, has it, Andrew?” Maria asked sternly.
“Ummm…no…I guess not, Aunty Maria,” Andrew stammered.
“Where’s your thesis at?” Maria probed intently.
“Well…I…uhhh…not where it’s meant to be, Aunty,” Andrew admitted, his cheeks colouring up with embarrassment.
“No, it is not,” Maria agreed. “Now what have you been doing that you’re missing lab sessions and not working on your thesis? I’m sure seeing as Simone is paying for a lot of this she’d be very interested in hearing your explanation.”
Andrea watched Simone relax back into her chair, Maria’s performance was certainly reassuring her and putting any fears she may have had to rest. Getting the punishee to admit to their wrongdoing and having them actually confess was therapeutic Andrea felt. Maria’s other employer Rosalie Sutcliffe agreed with her on that, and Andrea was sure that she’d shared that insight with her receptionist and part time Spank Shop employee.
“I…uuuhhhh…it’s just hard sometimes…so I goof off,” Andrew confessed, his eyes darting nervously around the room.
“Look at me when you speak to me, Andy.” Maria reminded him firmly. “Anything worth doing is worth working hard for. You’re only cheating yourself by goofing off like that.”
“He cuts the occasional lab session or says he’s blocked,” Simone spoke up. “He offers to take me out in order to release the pressure or goes for a drive in his sports car. I might add that I paid for the car.”
“Well, my little slacker,” Maria said, her eyes taking on a predatorial glint. “It seems that Simone has the truth of the matter. I do hope you’ve had your fill of driving that car for a while, mister, because after this afternoon you’re going to have great difficulty sitting down in it for some time.”
Andrew’s face lost a shade of colour, he closed his eyes and swallowed hard.
“Come here!” Maria ordered, crooking her finger at Andrew.
The young man looked at Andrea and Simone, saw he would get no allies there, and walked slowly to stand at Maria’s knee, eyes fixed firmly on the rug at his feet.
“Now what has Aunty found helps focus your mind, Andy?” Maria asked, her fingers resting on the buttons of his jeans.
“A…a…sp…spanking, Aunty,” Andrew whispered, a tear slipping out of his eye and trickling slowly down his cheek.
“What sort of spanking?” Maria continued, unsnapping the buttons.
“A…hhard one,” Andrew said in a trembling voice.
Maria unzipped the jeans and continued her interrogation. “And what does Aunty spank?”
“My bbottom,” Andrew breathed.
‘Are you wearing anything on your bottom when Aunty takes you over her knee?” Maria teased, lowering the jeans to Andrew’s ankles and having him step out of them. She handed them to Simone, who folded them neatly and set them aside.
“Shoes off too, sweetie,” Maria reminded as they got caught up on his jeans.
Andrew managed to get his shoes off without too much trouble and used his toes to push them out of the way. Simone leaned forward, picked them up and placed them by her chair.
“So, if we put all that together, darling, what do we get?” Maria asked, as she removed his underpants, leaving him standing exposed to the three ladies in the room, naked from the waist with only his socks on.
“A good hard bare bottom spanking over Aunty’s lap,” Andrew said in a hurried rush.
“Exactly right!” Maris agreed, delightedly, placing a hand on Andrew’s waist and the other on the small of his back as she guided him skillfully over her ample and waiting lap.
Maria hid a smile as she felt an insistent throbbing male member pressing into her thigh, beneath her dress. It was not an uncommon reaction from the older male clients, and it couldn’t be helped. Although it was flattering to think that she had something to do with it, she knew that in Andrew’s case it was nervous tension. She wasn’t unattractive for a woman her age, who had four children, but she didn’t match up favourably against the glamourous Simone. Maria was in little doubt that once she started to build a fire in the firm white cheeks displayed over her lap that he would soon forget about what was happening in front and devote all his concentration on his posterior.
Andrew squirmed a little as Maria’s hand gently fondled and stroked his upturned bare buttocks. The woman herself kept a close eye on the marble white cheeks over her lap. She wanted him to relax them a little first, he had them tightly clenched in anticipation of the coming spanking. She knew from experience that hitting a tensed backside could not only bruise her hand, it would also cause more and longer lasting pain to the recipient, it also meant that she’d be forced to reach for the hairbrush earlier than she really wanted and that would get Andrew a longer spanking with the implement.
A smile spread across the Italian woman’s face as the bottom relaxed under her gentle ministrations. Before he could tense again Maria slapped one of the globes over her lap sharply, the blow rang out loudly in the quiet room and Simone flinched a little, remembering the sound from her own girlish spankings, and also being keenly reminded of the stinging burning feeling that accompanied the sound of a firm palm striking bare flesh.
In a very short space of time Andrew was wriggling quite vigorously as Maria’s hand pinkened up his firm muscular young buttocks, and although he was a fit young man, Maria was an experienced spanker of young men and ladies who desperately wanted off her lap as soon as possible and held him in place easily.
Andrew’s legs started to wave around as Maria went to work on his sit spots and upper thighs, determined to turn them the same shade of burning red as the rest of his hindquarters. He was consistently yelping and squealing with each stinging cracking blow and although he hadn’t cried yet, the tears weren’t far away.
“He’s responding nicely,” Andrea told Simone.
“I haven’t seen any tears yet,” Simone remarked.
“Oh they don’t come straight away, especially with someone who has been spanked before like Andrew has. They’re not far off. Maria knows what she’s doing and how to build a spanking.”
Andrea’s words proved to be prophetic as just after she spoke tears started to stream from Andrew’s eyes.
“Ah yes!” Andrea sighed happily. “Here come the waterworks.”
Maria continued to stoke the fires in Andrea’s bottom, ensuring that the boy had a good hard cry going. This was what he needed. The tears weren’t all from what her hand was doing to his bottom, a good many of them were from the disappointment he felt in letting himself and Simone down with his studies and his work. Maria had seen it before when clients were sent to her for poor academic performance, and it had happened with her own children when they had a discussion over her knee about not trying hard enough.
“May I have the hairbrush, please, Simone?” Maria asked, as she paused the spanking. Letting Andrew lay limply over her lap and sob, as she continued to gently stroke the burning hemispheres, enjoying the heat that was radiating up off them.
Simone picked up the koa wood hairbrush, admiring it and feeling it’s weight as she passed it across to Maria.
“That’s quite a handsome item,” she said, admiration in her voice.
“Contessa K is lovely,” Maria agreed, resting it on Andrew’s simmering rear end before she used it. “She’s rather expensive.”
“Would you like one, Simone?” Andrea asked.
Simone turned surprised eyes on the professional disciplinarian.
“Kim sells them,” Andrea explained. “She can get you a Mrs Ebony, a Mama Mohogany, a Mademoiselle Cherry or a Contessa K.”
“Where do the names come from?” Simone asked, amusement mixed with curiousity.
“I named Mrs Ebony myself, she’s made of ebony. I think Kim was the one who started to call Gabrielle’s favourite brush Mama Mahogany, she felt Mademoiselle Cherry fitted her brush, because its made from cherry wood and she is a mademoiselle.”
“I named Contessa K,” Maria said proudly. “It just seemed to fit the first time I tanned a tail with it.”
“It was Kim’s tail if I remember correctly,” Andrea said.
“Oh yes,” Maria agreed. “She was a bit of a little madam when I first started. A good hard hairbrushing set things right.’
“Spanking can accomplish so much,” Andrea said with a smile.
“Have you been listening to us, darling?” Maria asked Andrew softly.
“Yes, Aunty Maria,” he answered through his sobs.
“When Aunty has to spank her big boy she doesn’t just use her hand, does she?”
“No, Aunty,” Andrew whispered.
“Aunty has a good hard hairbrush to help her get her young man back on track, doesn’t she?”
“Yes, Aunty,” Andrew sobbed.
“Yes, she does,” Maria agreed, raising the brush. ”Yes, she does.”
The final word of the repeated agreement hit the air at the same time the brush cracked down loudly across the tight double bulge of Andrew’s glowing bottom, and it was partly obscured by the boy’s answering howl.
Maria smacked the brush down with metronomic precision, never smacking the same area twice in a row, instead covering the entire surface with burning kisses from Contessa K.
Andrew squirmed and kicked madly, his buttocks pumping frantically as he tried to escape and avoid the stinging blows. Maria firmed her grip and held him down. Andrew was surprised by how strong she was.
“Andrew,” she said, raising her voice to be heard over his caterwauling. “If you don’t settle down just a little Aunty is going to have to pin your legs, and if that doesn’t work I’ll ask to borrow one of Miss Andrea’s tawses and put you over the caning horse for a dose of it.”
Andrew didn’t know what a tawse or a caning horse was, but neither sounded particularly like something he wanted to experience, so he tried to concentrate on things other than the raging fires in his rear end that Maria kept diligently feeding with those hard, regular, randomly landing spanks from her hairbrush.
“My, he colours up well!” Simone exclaimed.
“He is burning brightly,” Andrea admitted. “Didn’t you ever admire your own just spanked posterior in the mirror growing up?”
“To be honest, no. I usually threw myself down on my bed and cried into the pillow until the hot sting had died down to a dull throbbing ache. By the time I thought to look the colour had faded.”
“I think seeing that hot crimson helps to drive home the message of how soundly you were spanked and makes you remember why and try avoid it in the future.”
“Does it work?”
“In my experience, no,” Andrea laughed. “I don’t think I’d get so much repeat business if it did.”
“I think he’s done,” Maria said, she administered another sizzling volley of spanks and getting sobs and whimpers. All the fight had been spanked out of Andrew and he lay over Maria’s lap and bawled.
“You may be right, Maria,” Andrea agreed, assessing the PhD student’s blazing rear end.
“Andy, sweetheart,” Andrea said gently, and the boy turned his head to look at the attractive elegant brunette with the bewitching green eyes. “Can you get up off Aunty Maria’s lap and come to me, please?”
Andrew frowned and managed to get himself up off the lap and the couch. His nose had started to run during the spanking, he sniffed wetly and used a forearm to wipe it. Andrea smiled and clicked her tongue maternally. Andrew shuffled over to her and she plucked some tissues from a box. She held one up to the runny nose, wiped it and then requested, “Blow.”
The nose was evacuated noisily and Simone dropped her head to hide a smile. If only all her toyboys were as biddable as young Andrew. Now that she knew this about him, she may keep him a little longer, after he’d completed his PhD if he was agreeable and could do so. Most of them were fun, but she’d been with Andrew longer and he was evoking strong maternal feelings in her this afternoon, feelings that she wasn’t aware she possessed.
Andrea cleaned up the boy’s tears then asked to turn around and ‘show her his colours’. He turned his buttocks facing her. “Bend a little, darling,” Andrea said, ad Andrew did so. Andrea licked her lips and examined the bottom in front of her. She then felt it, her hands roaming over the steaming hot cheeks. “Oh yes,” she cooed. ‘They’ve been set on fire delightfully. I think we could boil the water for tea on them. Simone,” she invited the other lady. “Come over here, have a good look and a bit of a feel.”
Simone took a deep breath, stood up and crossed to where her boyfriend was rather humiliatingly displaying the results of Maria’s spanking to Andrea. She looked at the crimson backside and then had a tentative rub. “My God!” she exclaimed. “They’re so hot I almost burned my hand.”
“Maria’s right,” Andrea said. “He’s been done to a turn.”
“Yes,” Simone said, resuming her seat, her mind awhirl.
“You can stand up, sweetie,” Andrea told Andrew, patting his behind playfully. “Now go to the corner for some cooling off time. You can rub on the way there, okay, but once you’re there, put your hands on your head and press in nice and tight. We’ll let you know when you can leave, honey.”
A defeated man, Andrew did exactly as he was told.
“May I have a look at that brush, please Maria?” Simone asked and the matronly woman handed it over.
“It’s still warm from Andy’s bottom,” Simone breathed as she turned the brush over in her hands, admiring the patina and the craftsmanship in it. Even if she never used it to spank her boyfriend, she would still like a brush like that on her dresser. It may even make Andrew behave better, just knowing it was there and what it could be used for.
“You can get one from Kim,” Andrea reminded Simone. “She’ll be only too happy to arrange it.”
“I may just have to.”
“I think we’ve been quite successful here today.” Andrea gave her opinion of the session.
“What do you think, Andrew?” Maria asked. “Did Aunty Maria get you to work on your thesis and start attending all your lab sessions?”
“Oh yes, Aunty,” Andrew answered definitely from his corner.
‘This won’t be the last time,” Andrea said. “He’s needed this since he was about thirteen years old, and he may always need motivation of this sort.”
“My lap will always be available,” Maria vowed, she had rarely enjoyed administering a spanking quite so much. She wished all her clients were like Andrew.
“I don’t doubt that, Maria,” Andrea said to her friend and employee. “However over time I’d like to see Andrew get over his dependence on needing someone who looks like his aunt deliver the spankings. I can see him getting the same benefit from some time over my knee and Gabrielle’s.”
‘What about Kim?” Maria asked, a smile playing across her lips.
Andrea frowned. “Kimberley Susan can certainly administer a spanking, but at this stage I think she’s a little young for what Andrew requires. I do hope that maybe Simone takes matters into her hands and over her lap in the future.”
“Won’t that lose you business, Andie?” Simone asked, although the prospect was appealing.
“Maybe,” Andrea said. “I have a few clients that receive spankings at home, but still like to come here for the odd refresher from me or one of my ladies.”
Andrew dressed quietly, with the occasional wince or whimper as the clothing contacted a particularly sensitive area of his soundly spanked buttocks.
“Tonight,” Andrea advised Simone. “He’ll just need lots of TLC. Make sure he has a long hot shower and then put him to bed early. He’ll appreciate that.”
Simone nodded, she collected Andrew and the two left the parlour, hand in hand.
Maria also left and catching the eye of a glum looking girl in reception, ordered her into the parlour she generally used to administer maternal style discipline.
Before Andrea closed the door to her parlour she could hear Simone speaking to Kimberley about getting a Contessa K model hairbrush and the girl offering same aloe cream for soothing Andrew’s battered backside.
Some good advice from Andrea to Simone.
Women Spanking Men. Simone dreams of a future visit to The Spank Shop for her boyfriend.