Note from author- While this is inspired by those in celebrity this tall tale is entirely fiction. No animals or persons were actually hurt during these proceedings.
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It was while Emma Watson was in a lengthy visit with Gloria Steinem in a conversation event in London that the talented actress first discovered the intriguing website. Named 'OMGYes' it was an expensive subscription based site that offered instruction on how to give women sexual satisfaction. Countless real women submitted video revealing numerous technique on achieving orgasm and enhanced sexual pleasure. Emma had learned a great deal and her eyes had been opened on more than one occasion. She had developed an insatiable thirst for sex and sexual experimentation that belied her sweet demeanour and angelic charm.
"Erotic spanking, yes, this is well worth further study."
For a long weekend in her modest apartment in Canary Wharf the petite beauty boned up on the fetish of spanking and stimulation by means of discipline. It ranged from spontaneous smacks on the bare bottom to the use of implements such as paddles, canes, crops and switches. Bondage was another activity that heightened the experience causing feelings of helplessness and submission.
"Professor Marcius McGonagall professional advisor, expert in all forms of behavioural discipline domestic scenes. Offers therapeutic spanking and corporal punishment in a safe environment. Free of relationships or romantic entanglement, private and discreet sessions are offered for a modest fee. Call me now."
Emma closed her £900 Galaxy Note 9 tablet and tapped it lightly with her index finger.
"That's the chap. Let's pay him a visit."
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Emma arrived at six on a sultry evening in July 2018 in the middle of England's hottest Summer since 1976. The successful actress had become quite the fashion muse as she turned a mature twenty eight and had appeared on many magazine covers. This particular evening found her looking chic in a sheer navy mini dress, bare legged and wearing a pair of nude strappy sandals with a three inch rise that bumped up her five feet four frame. Her soft curls were smooth and sexy in loose waves and she had a side parting on the left.
"Good evening my dear, please come in."
As she knocked on the door of the two up, two down in West London a genial Sexagenarian with greying temples and an agreeable smile answered and ushered her in. He wore a simple two button tweed jacket and brown corduroy trousers. They made their way to what appeared to be a library and they both sat at a walnut table.
"That's the idea, make yourself at home. Tea? I have Earl Grey or Darjeeling."
"Thank you, whatever you are having will be fine."
As the Professor left her alone Emma looked around the room and peered at a large bookcase at the rear wall. The majority of books appeared to be on the subject of spanking naturally. Titles such as 'The Elusive O,' 'Punished,' Training The Lady,' 'Old School Discipline,' 'Beauty In The Birch,' and 'Les Flagellants de Paris' caught her eye.
'It's the biggest selection in the country."
The man returned with a silver tray with teapot and cups. He poured out two cups and held out sugar and milk for her to indulge.
"Very impressive."
"Thank you."
As Emma crossed her slender legs he noted her smooth, flawless flesh and pretty turned ankles in the strappy heels, She had chosen to forego wearing a bra and her modest bosom was clearly visible for all to see.
"You are breath taking my dear, quite, quite beautiful."
Emma smiled demurely, her eye makeup blended in with her light blush and her dreamy lips shone in the red gloss.
"You have certainly come to the right place if you seek information on the art of spanking. Oh yes, it is an art in my eyes. So many amateurs around these days. Tonight, if I may, I would venture to take you on a journey. A journey into submission. I will show you how to use your own sexual needs and desires as a motivation, a fantasy if you will, in being owned, tormented and frustrated too in order to bring you to the very edge of orgasmic splendour."
Emma was enthralled as she drank her tea and could feel a certain passion rise already and she crossed her legs the other way in an attempt to give her heated pussy some welcome air. For an instant she regretted her decision not to wear any panties. Her inner thighs felt warm as they rubbed together and she imagined her host must surely smell her female scent from her loins as she grew steadily aroused.
"If you permit me I will bring you to the edge of your climax, stop as you feel yourself about to achieve satisfaction, then build you up again to the crowning glory of orgasm."
Emma placed her cup on the heavy table, her quim moist with the expectation of his promises.
"I may use coarse language and engage in horrid instructions. How do you feel about that?"
McGonagall sat back and arched his fingers as he drank in her beauty.
"I'm game, Professor, and most eager to start."
"Splendid! Please stand and undress, but keep the heels on."
Emma noted that his voice had taken on a deeper, assertive sound as she stood and pulled her dress up over her head.
There she was, delicate in an attractive way, her groomed brows gave her a seductive look combined as they were with her come to bed eyes under heavy lids. Her hair flowed down her elegant neck which she flicked away with her hand. Her slim figure was enchanting with long arms and pins and a sloping V from hipbone to thigh that led the eye to her newly shorn Mound of Venus that showed off her labia nicely. Two apple sized perky breasts boasted a pair of erect nipples that resembled berries that seemed to cry out to be sucked.
"You are blessed with the looks of an angel."
Emma blushed as he came closer and stood at her side. Her flat stomach flexed and her tits rose and fell as her nostrils flared and she felt his hot breath on her cheek. He reached out and cupped her pert bum in his callused hand and then traced out a line from around her backside to trail down her damp slit. He returned to her firm, rounded cheeks and the young actress sighed at the oh so teasing contact on her shaven snatch.
"Waiting and anticipating is the ideal introduction I think."
Emma moaned in agreement as she widened her stance and relished his touch. His fingers searched her lower regions, circling her rump, before fleetingly toying with her pussy and throbbing clitoris. Her mouth gaped and she panted as her bald muff tingled maddeningly.
"Here."
He sat on an antique leather chair and motioned for the naked woman to lay over his knee. As the evening got darker, the various lamps gave the library a warm glow as Emma bit her lip as she looked at him in the dim lighting. Her right hand went to her now sodden pussy and she hesitated in front of him.
"Over...my...knee!" He said assertively.
Her doe like eyes stared at him as she bent forward and assumed the position. She let her winsome body rest on his knees, while her vulnerable pussy was exposed at his thighs. She hissed when he lightly ran his fingertips along her spine from her shoulder blades down in a straight line to her delicate ass that boasted a porcelain beauty.
