BRUSSELS, MID SEPTEMBER
It was a curious day. I'd been expecting to spend the time being foolish, walking through the excitement of the capital of Europe, sharing silly jokes and anticipating dinner, and then dealing with a more basic appetite. Instead I felt almost surplus to requirements. Uli was younger than Magda but she seemed older and more experienced: she took the smaller girl under her wing and spent a lot of the afternoon talking quietly to her and listening to her replies. I know girl talk when I see it and I stayed slightly apart from them and tried to focus on the mood they were generating. It seemed to be turning into a sisterly relationship. At the very least they were bonding, and it was Uli who was making the running. I wondered what she was up to.
By late afternoon I was tiring. I was about to suggest going back to the pension and resting up before the evening's planned castration when Uli forestalled me.
'Magda's going to go home and change and then come back,' she told me, 'and she's going to dress up to the nines and so am I. I need to go shopping.' I sighed. This was turning into a Hollywood production.
'OK. You're in charge. Dressed up would be better, I guess.' She gave me a kiss on the cheek and turned to Magda.
'I told you he's a baa lamb once you get past the intensity. Give him a kiss and go and get ready.' Magda did as she was told, kissing me with surprising force. I was surprised all over again by the frank sexuality hiding under the nervous shell. She wound her arms round my neck and slid her tongue deep into my mouth, holding me for a long time, then released me, pecked Uli on the cheek and hurried off, waving for a cab. I turned to Uli.
'Alright, my sweet: you're going to tell me everything or I'm going to spank you extremely briskly and then refuse to fuck you.' She made a whimpering noise but her eyes were sparkling.
'Anything but that, master. I'll refuse to say anything and you can spank me and then I'll spill the beans and then you can give me a forgiveness fuck. But we'll have to hurry. I really do need to buy something flash. I saw some nice shops back there.'
I stood around while she dived in and out of fitting rooms and in a very short time assembled a complete outfit. When I saw the price tags I felt faint and it must have showed.
'Don't be so silly,' she said reprovingly. 'My father's ambition is to be the richest man in Austria and he's well on the way.'
'And your ambition is to slow his progress.' I muttered. She beamed cheerfully and dragged me back onto the street.
Back at the pension she made me watch while she tried everything on again.
'What do you think?' she asked finally. 'I'll need to do my face and hair, obviously, but do you think the clothes are OK?' I'm not stupid, and I know what to say when a woman asks that question.
'They're wonderful, of course, and even more wonderful with you inside them. Now, tell me what you and Magda were whispering about all day.' She was wearing nothing but a tiny pair of scarlet panties, bikini cut, and she posed defiantly and pouted at me.
'I'm not saying anything. It was a private conversation and I won't say a word, whatever you do.' She looked and sounded like the sulky brat of twelve months ago and I felt a tingle of anticipation run through me.
'I warned you.' I said quietly. 'Bad girls get what they deserve.' She shivered slightly and I saw goose flesh rising on her arms and breasts. We'd only played this game once, but she'd discovered that a part of her welcomed it and we'd talked for a long time finding out why. When she was younger she'd been a genuinely bad girl and no-one had cared enough to help her. Spanking was symbolic, but it helped her come to terms with some part of her. I rose from my chair and approached her slowly.
'Last warning, miss. Are you going to tell me or not?' She crossed her arms under her breasts and stuck her tongue out. Her nipples were hard, straining from the firm flesh of her breasts and she shivered again as I reached out and pinched one gently. I took both wrists and pulled her over to the bed, then sat down.
'You know the position.' She whimpered, half in apprehension, half in expectation, and bent herself over my knees. I ran my hand down her back and felt her tremble. 'Six to begin with,' I murmured, 'and we'll see how you feel after that.' I raised my hand and without warning brought it down sharply on her taut buttocks. The slap sounded very loud in the quiet room and she jerked but said nothing. A partial outline of my hand appeared on her skin. I smacked her again twice, harder, once on each quivering flank and she moaned softly and ground herself into my lap. My cock was beginning to thicken and I raised my hand again.
After the six strokes I raised her and put my face close to hers. Her cheeks were scarlet and her eyes were beginning to fill with tears.
'Now then, tell me what you and Magda were talking about.' She clamped her mouth shut and glared at me defiantly. 'Very well. Resume the position.' She lay back down across my knees and I flicked her inflamed ass with one finger.
'The panties will have to come down.' A shudder ran through her as I pulled the scrap of scarlet silk down her legs, exposing her ass completely, and my nostrils flared as I caught the smell of desire that was rising from her. Her tan buttocks were streaked with red welts where my hand had caught her and I traced a finger gently over the hot weals.
'Such a bad girl.' I let my finger dip into the crease of her ass and then drift down to the clenched lips of her pussy. My cock was straining up against her belly and I knew she could feel it. She lifted her hips, pushing against my hand, and I let my finger slip between her engorged labia.
'Wet as well as bad,' I said softly. That's not just naughty, that's wicked.' Without warning I spanked her twice, hard, and she jumped. 'Stay still, young lady,' I said. 'I'm going to hold you down while I finish the job.' I put my left hand on the back of her neck and rubbed her ass. She was breathing fast and I could feel her heart pounding against my thigh. I smacked her again and she squirmed desperately, but I forced her head down softly and continued with the game, trying to keep her balanced between erotic stimulation and actual discomfort. Every third or fourth stroke I paused and trailed my hand delicately over her thighs, forcing them gently apart and feeling the growing wetness. She began to writhe on my lap, her weight pressing into my cock and arousing me even more. I continued to spank her, but more lightly as I sensed her excitement overcoming the sting of the blows. Her soft buttocks were fiery red and her juices were beginning to leak from between her legs and stain my chinos.