Franie Goes to Holiday

Chapter 7

Thursday morning and Graham was up early feeling much better. The sleeping pills had obviously given him a good night's sleep and he seemed quite recovered from the day before.

'How was your evening,' he asked.

'Pretty quiet really,' I said. 'Sue and I danced together a lot of the evening, although it was quite warm as we both had those doctor's coats on. Do you remember? You saw us leaving.'

'Vaguely. I seem to remember someone else being here as well.'

'That would be Rick, he volunteered to come and check on you. He must have been worried about you because he did not come back, although he had gone by the time Sue and I returned. Perhaps you could go and thank him and perhaps go swimming or something with him? I am going for a run.'

I had a ten o'clock appointment with Gerry and the Major and by now it was nine.

'I am going to the café to get a drink and a light breakfast and go straight on for a run. See you later. I will come and look for you by the pool, or the beach.'

I threw on my running gear recognising that Gerry would have clothes for me, so I could wear what I liked. I had a couple of coffees and some croissants and was at Gerry's door a few minutes before ten.

'Come in, come in, the Major is not here yet. Why don't you ferret around in the dressing up box, find that schoolgirl outfit and put it on behind that screen. That way when you come from behind it I can have a camera focusing on the old lechers, face. I mean the Majors face.' He grinned.

I did as asked and found a flimsy little bra and a skimpy thong, the school skirt, blouse and tie. I did think to shout out that it had not occurred to me before that as I had not told graham what I was doing I could not have any stripes on my bottom. 'So only hand-slaps please.' While I was knotting the tie I heard Gerry open the door to the Major. 'Good morning Major. Looks like a good morning. I have one little request to make. One of our new trainee maids, straight out of school, has been late for work every day this week. I hurt my arm playing tennis the other day and find that I would not be able to chastise her. Would you mind doing it for me?'

The cameras were obviously already rolling.

'Of course Gerry, any favour for a friend.' In a low voice he added, 'Will she be wearing those big blue school panties, do you think?'

I wasn't sure whether that was for the benefit of the cameras or not but I hurriedly looked in the box. There they were. I pulled them out and started to remove the string I had on, as I got the call, 'Samantha come out here please.' No time to remove them so I just pulled them on over the thong and walked into the room. I could see why Gerry wanted me hidden as the Major's face was a picture. His eyes goggled and he went a little red. His hands were shaking I thought.

'Mr Gerry, I have said I am sorry. I will not be late again. Can I not just go back to work now? Why is this other Gentleman here?'

'Samantha, this is our HR manager. He is responsible for discipline. It has been decided that you need ten smacks on the bottom to remind you to get here on time. The Major here has plenty of experience in this field, and will administer them.'

I produced my little Sarah Bernhardt moment, and dropped to my knees.

'Oh please sir, don't spank me. Not even my father spanked me when I was little. It will hurt. I will not be late again.'

I was actually thinking, ten, that's not too bad. My bottom will not get too red.

'A spanking is what you need, and a spanking is what you will get. Stand up, and come over here.'

The Major sat on a stool, conveniently placed in the middle of the room.

'Young lady, what are you wearing?.'

'My old school uniform Sir.'

'Why?' I had to think about this one. 'Well, Sir. This is what I was wearing when I got the job, so I just thought Mr Gerry here seemed to like it so I should wear it every day?'

'I see. Did they not supply you with a maid's outfit, or a coat to wear, so that you would not be seen flaunting yourself before the guests.'

'Well yes Sir. But it is very warm in this heat and covers so much of me I found it difficult to change the beds and clean, and... well... some of the guests seem to like this outfit Sir.'

'Mmm. Gerry, the girl is obviously a tart. I think another ten smacks for her lewd appearance.'

Whoops,I thought, that didn't turn out well.

'Stand here girl and bend over my knees. I just need to raise this little skirt in order that I can get at your bottom. Oh my, look at these school-girl panties.'

I could practically feel the cameras zooming in on my ass.

'Count the strokes please young lady.'

'Aaah one.'

And not a particularly light one. I was surprised that he had not pulled my knickers down.

'Two.'

My thoughts had obviously triggered the Major's brain.

'I think we have to start again,' he said. 'These panties are far too big, in the way and will be softening the blow. Pull them down to your knees Miss.'

I stood and lowered them halfway down my thighs and bent back over his knees. My hands touched the floor one side, my toes the other. My tummy was supported by this eight inch rod of steel between his legs.

He flicked my skirt back over my back and expostulated, 'Young lady, what is this?'

Without waiting for answer he continued, 'Either you were trying to soften the blows with extra panties...?

Right I thought soften the blows with this tiny gauzy thong.

'....or you were preparing to be able to flaunt yourself in front of the guests. Either way you get another ten strokes. Thirty. And... just in case you have any more surprises, I think I need to see all your clothes here on the floor. Strip immediately young lady.'

I really didn't want to risk any more spanks for any lip so quietly and quickly, removed all my clothes. He picked up and fondled then sniffed both the bra and the thong. 'Gerry, what amazing clothes the young wear nowadays. Is it really worth putting this sort of underwear on. No body, no workmanship, no warmth. Right young lady.'

'Three.'

'One, we started again, remember.'

They came in reasonably quick succession, not incredibly hard, but certainly hard enough that I was a little bothered that my bottom would be crimson. I played up to the cameras, squealing, crying and wailing. I was really enjoying this. I could just feel the beginning of an orgasm coming when I heard the dreaded word thirty. I was half hoping for a reason to get another ten, but decided not to act spoilt, or my bottom really would be glowing. I was hoping that I could blame the sun at the moment.

'Now Miss Samantha,' Gerry said. 'Perhaps you would like to thank the major for his work this morning.'

I wasn't quite sure what he wanted.... A quick 'Thank you major'...or maybe a bit more. I decided to sink to my knees, unzip him and extricate his cock. A truly beautiful specimen. Not huge but straight as a die and very hard. I heard him gasp as I tickled the back of my throat with it. It did not take more than a dozen strokes and I felt him grip my head and ejaculate as far down my throat as he thrust. As he withdrew I managed to taste the last few drops. Not as much flavour as Graham, but for an older guy, and he was the oldest guy I had ever had I realised, there was quite a lot of it.

'Cut,' I heard as Graham turned off the cameras. The three of us exchanged meaningful glances. Nobody knew quite what to say. The Major recovered first. 'Frankie, that was wonderful my dear, far more than expected, and such a talented actress. I now have to go and make peace with Greta, I didn't expect the finish there. In fact I told Greta to stay in bed and wait for me. Whoops. We all laughed as he turned towards the door and I went to the screen to change. I heard him mumbling to Gerry outside the door, 'Gerry I was quite quick there at the end. When you are editing it, I would be grateful if you could add a few more minutes, perhaps adding footage from other camera angles just to make it look a little... well you know... longer. I wouldn't want to show Greta or friends that I came that fast. What a wonderful girl.'

'Of course.'

'Frankie, I want to add my congratulations. That was a great shoot. You should see the comments coming in from my subscribers. In fact what I will do is find a way to add some to your DVD, after the show. Thank you. I really will try and get that extra week s holiday for you.'

'Thank you,' I said. 'You can see how I enjoyed it. I would love a drink though. Do you have any of that Pimms left. And one for Graham, I will take it back to him. How is my bum? Is it red?' I walked over to the mirror. 'Oooh, not too bad. I should be able to get away with it.'

I clutched the two drinks kissed Gerry on the lips and said, 'I am sure I will see you again...Soon... I will be back,' smirking.

Graham was having a nap by the time I got back with the Pimms, but I noticed the television was on showing a porno and the binoculars at hand.

'Are you alright?' he asked. 'You have been running for a long time. I am not sure it is good for you in all this heat. You look exhausted.'

'Well it is pretty tiring. I met Gerry the camera guy when I was getting the Pimms and he gave me a short trip around his camera set-up. Quite some place. I will ask him to show you round it some time.'

I wondered whether I could get Graham to perform with me for the cameras. I would suggest it to Gerry. Maybe he could blackmail Graham the same way he had caught me.

I was still quite turned on by my earlier activities but knew that we had a couple of hours before we had to think about getting ready for the evening activities to start. Discretion was the better part of valour so I jumped into bed with him, rolled over to get him on top and, after a slow start let him give me the orgasm that I had been wanting. I also managed to slap my own ass a few times and get Graham to slap it as well without ever letting him see it. We lay on the beach for an hour or two and then got ready for the evening. There was a fashion show, charades and a disco, so no worries about what to wear. I decided bra-less with a bandana, wound around me as a crop-top, skimpy g, and a mini skirt. A very short mini skirt. If it had been any longer I could have got away with no knickers but decided as Graham was back with me to play a little safer.

The fashion show was as usual very good. Brian of course was organising the charades. We were asked to line up on the dance floor opposite our partners alternating men and women.

They sat us back down again in our teams to play charades. With a difference. Each team was about a dozen people and the clues were acted out by a pair of us each time. It was the topics that we had to act out that were different. 'The Sex Monster,' 'The Adventures of Priscilla, the Queen of the Desert,' Debbie Does Dallas,' 'Fuckback Mountain,' 'Fuck around the clock.'

In fact it was Graham and Sue Rowlands, my friend, my tennis partner of tomorrow, who had to act out the 'Fuck Around the Clock.' Sue who was definitely leading Graham by the nose, drew out a large clock on the floor and then insisted on Graham, who was naturally not reluctant at all, to skewer her at twelve, three, six and nine. I guess she had forgiven him for his inability to perform a couple of nights ago She didn't seem to be in any hurry to hear people's guesses. Strange that. Just wait till I get her on the court tomorrow. I'll teach her to fuck my man!

I managed to draw of all things 'Dick Turpin -- Film Clitic.' I ask you? What sort of thing was that to mime? Luckily it didn't involve anyone actually fucking me like poor Graham had to!!

I had Brett, one of the two Americans with Latin 'girl friends' so of course he didn't even know who Dick Turpin was. It was obviously thought up by Brian. Luckily there was another couple of Brits in this week's group so with the aid of Brett hauling out his Dick and me adding am acted mask, gun and hold-up scene, Dick Turpin was relatively easy. So was the third word Film. Clitic could only be done one way and Brett was quick to pick me up in his arms and deposit me legs akimbo on the table facing the other team. Whether it was completely necessary to help me by delving into my g-string and coaxing my poor little abused clit from its cover I still don't know. I guess there was no other way. Also strange that no-one was making many guesses.

Eventually someone guessed Clit and with a little encouragement and the use of the word Film before it came up with first critic and then clitic. Success at the cost of completely exposing myself to the dribbling audience.

We all had our share of embarrassment and as soon as I had done my acting I was able to enjoy the rest of it a bit more. Some of the people were quite inventive.

This game somehow led automatically to dancing to the disco for the rest of the evening. This was something that Graham and I had yet to experience together. Every other evening at this time, he or we had been tucked up in bed, usually bonking.

They started the night with a chain dance, 'The Locomotion.' We all knew the famous Little Eva number of course, but like a lot of other things Fantasy Resort did it just a little differently. They put us back in our alternating charades teams, ensuring therefore that partners were well separated, and Brian shouted out the instructions.

'Now Ladies & Gentlemen, our own version of the locomotion. All face the same way and put your left hand on the waist of the person in front of you. Ladies put your right hand through the legs of the gentleman in front of you and firmly grab his dick, either under his boxers or preferably sticking out from the front of them.'

This took a moment or two to organise as the guys either dropped their waistbands or opened their flies to facilitate us. I had grabbed the good sized erect dick of one of the English new-comers Pete.

I suddenly realised what a sight I must be giving to Ray, Brett's American buddy who had been quick to get behind me, I now realised. There I was, bent almost double over Pete's back. My face just about pressed onto the top of his bum as I get a firm grip on his cock. With my feet widely spaced to keep my balance I was giving Ray quite a view.

'And now Gentlemen, before you, you should see a glimpse of paradise. If you don't it means that the lady is still wearing panties. If so, just lower them to the ground, no-one will mind and if the skirt is in the way just tuck it under their waist band. That's better. Now guys insert your right thumb up the pussy in front of you and using your first and second fingers take a firm grip on the pubic bone.

I give you the Locomotion.'

My immediate thought was that I shouldn't have bothered to wear panties. Mt second thought was that I had never even spoken to the guy who was now lowering my panties to the floor. Even before I had got over the shock of being rudely pierced and held the music started. I felt a little ashamed. No one had touched me there, apart from Graham, for such a long time. There was Brett of course in the charades, and John and Mouse and.....oh shit, who cares.

We all shuffled along, in most cases singing along to the music. I know I was giving Pete a good rubbing. I wondered if he came would I still be able to hold on so easily to a shrinking sticky slimy cock. As it happened I need not have worried although I did see some guys shooting their loads as they danced.

I began to get a little more worried about coming myself as I danced. Ray had got a good rhythm going on me and was managing to tickle my clit with one finger while pushing his thumb up and down and still maintain a firm grip on me with the other fingers. Luckily the music did not go on for ever, although I think we danced to the remixed number which was at least twice as long as normal.

When we separated I was delighted to be standing near Graham. If I hadn't been I think I might just have grabbed Ray and made his day.

'Take me home and fuck me quick.'

We were out of there like the wind and actually ended up screwing on the beach outside our chalet under the stars. Bliss, until I had to get the sand out from where Rays thumb had been. Still that's life and another day in heaven.

8 Friday

Well, Tennis today and a pyjama party to follow. Sounds a nice quiet day if you put it like that. I suspected it was going to be a bit livelier. I had a little plan that I could not put into place until I had finished playing tennis.

My plan was that Sue was going to get soundly thrashed at tennis and hopefully elsewhere as well if my schemes worked. I was going to make her pay for encouraging, nay forcing Graham, unwillingly?, to fuck her last night in the charades. I felt suitably bitchy. Watch out girl.

I was really surprised both Joey and Chip had turned up to play. I guess they had nothing better to do. I knew that Joey had ended up with Sue for the rub-down last time, so, knowing men, I knew that he would want me this time. Chip would get Sue.

I carefully chose Chip as a partner for the opening knock-around. The boys were intent on giving us a bit of coaching, which like last time involved more groping and close holding than actual tennis.

'Chip,' I said at one stage, pretending to stretch out my thigh muscles. He was glued to my every word. 'Chip, that Sue is a dirty cow isn't she. She's great. What a girl.'

I left it at that for the moment.

A few moments later, 'Why what do you mean, what has she done.'

'Oh you know, just passing their chalet at night a couple of days ago you could hear her shouting from all over the resort.'

'Oh,' he said, 'I didn't hear her.'

'Well you must have been the only one in the whole place. She kept shouting things like, 'Slap me hard, harder.' And 'Ram me. Push it, hurt me.' And then a few seconds later, 'Come on slap my tits again, use that cane on me.' She obviously likes to be hurt. It's not my way I am afraid, I prefer the gentle approach and lots of foreplay. Still just as well we are not all the same isn't it'

I was pretty sure that would do and after a few moments more coaching we exchanged guys to play a game.

Chip was good but Joey was about the same. I was quite a bit better than Sue and so after a couple of games I casually asked Joey why Sue was still allowed her panties.

'The way she keeps missing they should be off by now.'

'Yeah you're right,' he said. 'Sue. What an awful last shot. You know the penalty. Chip, take her knicks off.'

I was managing to make Sue run around quite a lot, she was getting very red-faced and sweaty, hardly comely at all.

Another really lame shot from her made me suggest that while she got her breath back, perhaps she should be smacked a few times on the bottom to remind her to run a little harder. I then repeated the lies about her liking to be hurt that I had told Chip.

'Really? That sounds a great idea.'

He put on a very stern face. 'Sue you really are letting Chip down the way you are playing. Bend over, open legs, now please, just while you are getting your breath back. '

I think she thought they were going to admire her, or maybe just stroke her. She was very surprised to feel a couple of really sharp slaps from Joey, and then not to be out-done the same from Chip.

'I was quick to get the game started again and not give them any excuses to make me pay a forfeit as well.

The result was we won quite easily and went back to the clubhouse for a shower and massage, but not before poor Sue had been bent over the knees of Joey and Chips to receive a couple more slaps.

'You poor girl,' I said to her while we were alone and showering together. 'They were a bit harsh with you weren't they. I should get your own back on them a little and ask whichever one you are with if you can give him a bit of a massage. Then you can give him a few sharp slaps back.'