The Spanking Agency 4 - A Proper Charlie.
Blimey. There are just some weeks when a hot and horny little sexpot just doesn't know whether they're coming or going. And that was most certainly the case for twenty-eight-year-old Melanie Sykes, one of the Spanking Agency's favorite girls who was making her way towards her next appointment.
It was her third that week and even though she was worn out physically, inside she was flying as high as a kite on a sexual wave of pure naughtiness. Her poor well thrashed little bum and well-poked orifices had certainly been put through their paces these past few days.
Monday had been another session with the very enthusiastically swishy, Mr. Hall. He certainly was a whizz with his Colepepper cane. Good grief, he had her shrieking so loud she had lost her voice for a day or so as he wrapped his nasty little stick of wood around her fleshy backside. It was just as well she had a ridiculously high pain tolerance for he had left her arse in right state.
Then on Wednesday, the phone had rung. It was Dolly, the Agency's secretary. Was she available for an appointment later that day? Had her bum recovered? It was an emergency last minute booking. A little get together with some spanking enthusiasts who were looking for a lady to have some belt slapping fun with. Silly question. Of course, she was available. Was there a bonus for double time? Yup. Very nice. Seven p.m sharp. Taxi all sorted.
By the time ten o'clock ticked around and she was safely on her way home in the back of that taxi, it felt as if her well walloped and blazingly sore rear was the size of a beach ball. It had certainly been a novelty to be spanked by three men all at once with each holding their own leather belt just itching to have a go at her poor rump.
Bent over a chair, first one had stepped up CRACK, then the next THERWHUPP and, finally, the third gentleman with a loud THERWICK that had her yelping and drumming her black-stockinged feet as they went around again for another round. And then again. And AGAIN.
Crikey, what a right carry on! As requested, to round off a thoroughly enjoyable evening, she had to service all three of her clients at the same time. By the time a taxi was called, her pussy and arsehole were as red raw as her poor bum!!
Melanie Sykes was having one helluva week which was about to get even more interesting.
***
It was a breezy Friday approaching the end of February that found the startlingly voluptuous and curvy Miss Sykes standing outside an late Victorian triple floored townhouse on the outskirts of London. Reaching into her pocket, she took out a folded piece of paper and re-checked the details.
Client: Charlie Winters.
Session: Spanking. Tawse.
Looking for: Submissive 25-30ish Naughty Girl.
Requirements: Feminine and busty.
Extras: Sex (and stuff)
Melanie raised her eyebrows. "AND stuff?" she thought to herself. What stuff? Stuff could mean anything, "Oh well. There but for the grace of my big fat arse go I." she chuckled to herself and put the note away.
This was definitely the right address. Number 32. She reached forward and pressed the doorbell listening as the bell rang and echoed inside the building. It was still chilly so she rubbed her hands together and blew into them as people went about their daily business in the suburban street around her. She often wondered what those same people would think if they knew what her day job was. Looking through the glass in the door, she saw someone coming so she stepped back and put on her best smile as she made sure her impressive bust was obvious under her thick coat.
"Crikey," she thought to herself as a shiver went up and down her spine, "What's this Mr. Charlie Winters going to be like?" She might get lucky. He might be a gazillionaire who'll sweep her and her bottom off her feet to a new life of luxury, firm spankings and bendy canes that made those delicious swishy sounds as they were laid on hard across naughty girls bottoms.
The door suddenly opened and Melanie blinked with surprise. Slightly startled, she glanced over the shoulder of the person who had answered the door.
"Er, hi hello," she began hesitantly, "I was er looking for a Charlie Winters. A Mr. Charlie Winters. Is he around?"
The person smiled. "Oh yes, he's definitely around. Sort of."
Melanie bit her lip. Sort of? Was he or wasn't he? Bugger. This could get awkward if she wasn't careful. "Can you go get him as he has, er I have, an appointment with him."
The person's smile got wider.
"Oh, there's no need," she said with amusement, "You see I'm Charlie Winters."
What? Really? Melanie couldn't think of anything to say so she reached into her handbag, took out her purse and opened it.
"Hi," she squeaked as she held up her business card, "I'm Melanie and I'm your girl from the Spanking Agency."
***
As befitting the age of the house, the main sitting room was dominated by a grand fireplace with an oak surround where a bundle of logs crackled and snapped merrily.
Sat perched on the edge of a dark leather chair, Melanie was, at last, coming to terms with the events of the previous few minutes. Talk about being knocked sideways and having your nipples twiddled with. Now she understood why Dolly had been so amused when she had handed over the details of her appointment that morning. She knew!! "Why that little cheeky bugger," thought Melanie as her gaze dropped to the A4 sheet of paper she was holding with all the details of the appointment on it.
Oh blimey. THIS could REALLY get interesting. It never occurred to her that she would find herself in such a situation as this. Could she go through with it? She started to chew her lower lip. Maybe she should make her excuses and leave.
Aware that she was being watched by her client, she thought she had better say something. "Ummm, this is, well, not what I expected. Not that I have any problem with it you understand." Her voice drifted off into an awkward silence.
