"I saw your striptease on the web last week and I thought I'd give you a call and say how erotic I thought it was."
"Thank you, Mister Williams. Yeah, that one was hot. One of my cosplay shows with my friend Samantha."
"Quite, I downloaded it and have wanked off to it every day for the last week. If you are up for it I would take great pleasure in hooking up with you once more."
The sixty something retired school teacher had met Gillian Atkins on a number of occasions in recent times and the expert spankologist had introduced her to the delights of spanking and the cane. The naturally sexual creature that she was had been greatly taken by the new joys of corporal punishment as a means of deriving gratification and the experience had been a life changing one.
"What do you have in mind?" She asked.
"I would be eternally grateful for a personal show from you and your delightful friend. In costume. I have a passion for fifties Hollywood and seeing you and Samantha in character would be one of my dreams come true."
Gillian, a twenty six year old webcam model, had been a regular sight on various X rated sites and was immensely proud of her body. With ample cleavage from her 36D tits, and a respectable five feet seven, the long legged stunner had a figure that turned most men's heads.
"Any actresses in particular?" She asked.
"Oh yes. Marilyn Monroe and Jane Russell. Two of my favourite sex bombs from the silver screen. And one other thing, my dear."
"I think I know what you're going to ask."
"You know me well. Do you suppose Samantha would let me spank her? I shall pay handsomely, I have a generous retirement package."
"I'm pretty damn certain Samantha will do ANYTHING for five hundred quid. And let me propose that you come to mine. Your place is a little cramped for a threesome."
"I'm so thrilled! I shall bring my favourite cane! And don't forget, you must remain in character."
"Very well then. It's a date."
As soon as Gillian hung up she went online and googled the two iconic movie stars from the golden age and boned up on the famous pin ups.
x
A week later Williams turned up at the West London flat of Gillian's and was as excited as a boy at Christmas. He wondered what costumes the girls had chosen and his manhood began to stir in his corduroy trousers. The dusk had descended as he arrived and a light drizzle began to hit his uncovered head. He rang the bell and the door was opened by Marilyn Monroe in her white satin halter neck dress that she had worn in 'The Seven Year itch.' The famous dress was alluring and left little to the imagination as the neckline plunged to almost the level of her naval.
"Well, hello Mister Williams. Boop, boop be doo!"
The hot blonde smiled and blew a kiss to the waiting man.
"Miss Monroe! You are a vision of loveliness. May I come in?"
"Please do, champagne?"
He shook his head at Samantha presumably, who had transformed into the quintessential Hollywood star with scarlet lip gloss and medium curly platinum blonde wig, the bangs of which fell over her left eyebrow. She was simply stunning as she tottered inside on a pair of white high heeled, peep toe shoes and pointed to a red haired figure on the sofa.
"So, what do you think?"
She did a twirl and the dress lifted to how off a flash of her plump derriere.
"It is a superb get up."
"This is my friend Jane Russell. Say hi, Jane."
"Well, well. Look what the cat dragged in. What's your name buster?"
Gillian lounged on a three seat sofa with a tousled red wig and cowgirl look from the Jane Russell controversial movie 'The Outlaw.' Her cleavage revealing green silk blouse fell off her left shoulder as she reclined on her side sipping a from a glass of wine. Her Southern Belle type calf length floral rayon skirt was hiked up to show off substantial thigh. Her lips were a perfect red gash with a slight curl that movie icon Jane always had.
"Mister Williams, charmed to make your acquaintance." He said with a bow.
He liked a woman with a bit of spirit, just like the real Jane Russell in fact as he eyed her look of disdain.
"Please take a seat." Said Marilyn.
"Thank you."
The grey haired man took a look around the modest sized living room and then back to the two beauties. They had done just as he asked and he was highly excited. He himself loved role play and got right into the act.
"So, I believe your movie company wish me to be an advisor regarding one particular tricky scene in your next movie?"
Samantha bent forward opposite Williams and her hefty boobs almost spilled out.
"That's right," she answered in her sexy high voice, smiling with white teeth as she spoke. "The scene is a dream sequence. I'm walking down the street above the subway with my boyfriend and the hot air from below blows my dress up and my lower body is exposed. And to my horror I realise that I have forgotten my panties!"
Williams listened with all ears as he pictured the scene and crossed his legs in his seat. Samantha, as Marilyn continued in her breathy voice.
"My boyfriend, in a panic, tries to cover my bared bum and places his hands on my ass. But he gets carried away and caresses and kneads my buttocks until we're both turned on. We go back to mine where he professes a desire to give my perfect bod a spanking for the public humiliation. Which he does!"
Gillian as Jane stood up, bare footed as she was, and padded over and sat on the arm of Williams seat and played with his hair.
"That is where I come in and join in, except I bring a cane and hand it to the guy and we both get it good from the horny bastard."
Samantha pouted sexily and gave Williams a suggestive wink.
"So we need your expertise to teach us what to do. What do you say?"
Williams had listened with rapt attention. The premise was child like, ridiculous, and even stupid. But that was not the point.
"It sounds jolly." He said after some thought.
He settled back in his seat and spread his hands.
"Allow me to introduce myself. For years I taught at an exclusive boys school which had a strict regime for discipline. Backed by the board of governors I, and my colleagues were permitted to administer the cane whenever necessary."
Samantha and Gillian sat beside each other on the sofa and drank champagne from long stemmed flutes as they listened to the bookish fellow.
"We had a guide line for punishment. The cane was to be delivered across the bare buttocks. The number of strokes between five or thirty, depending on the thickness of the cane mind. I became known as the caning supreme as I developed a certain expertise. I met my dear wife, Ingrid, a teacher at a similar academy for girls and she was my female counterpart. We soon married and discovered a mutual liking for spanking and caning each other. Oh, that first time when I lifted Ingrid's dress and laid into her nicely curved pair of bottom cheeks with the palm of my hand is forever etched in my mind."
Williams looked off into the distance as he reminisced and Gillian cleared her throat loudly.
"I thought to start off, you might like to spank Marilyn, to get her warmed up."
"Capital idea," agreed the excited man. Turn around please Miss Monroe and show me your bottom."
Standing directly in the light Marilyn turned to face away and lifted the hem of her dress up over her curvy rump. What an ass! Two symmetrical spheres of pale magnificence was presented to him. He leaned up out of his seat and rubbed the backs of her upper legs, moving higher and higher and stopping just at the small tuft of pubic hair between.
"On my lap, Miss Monroe."
Samantha gave a high pitched giggle as Williams took her by the wrist and she draped over his knees. His hand held her firmly in the small of her back as he raised her dress to her waist to expose her lower body.
