This is the first story I wrote several years ago, but has been rewritten in parts. My wife and I wrote it as a joint effort. Like a lot of stories, there is some element of fact, and a huge amount of journalist licence.
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My wife and I are busy professionals with children who find it difficult to get away on holiday breaks, even for short periods of time, but when we do we misbehave a treat and dine out on the memories. Over our recent Xmas summer break we had a great four days of submission, spanking and fantasy role-play, which hopefully some readers might enjoy.
As tends to be the case, I often have a hand in orchestrating our major spanking escapades, and over the past year they have also involved one of my wife's best friends, Faye. Meg regards Faye as something of a mentor to her. For a month or so prior to the holidays Faye and I chatted on a number of occasions, without Meg's knowledge, planning what erotic havoc we could inflict on Meg over the holidays. Finally we agreed on the basic details, but with a twist. We agreed that Faye would plan one surprise that I had no knowledge of, and likewise I was to plan something she had no knowledge of. My wife, Meg, of course would have no advance knowledge of anything.
Once Xmas was celebrated, and the kids safely shipped off to their best friend's houses, Meg and I set off on a nine day holiday at a cottage we had rented on a lake. The cottage was relatively secluded, which suited us just fine. When we arrived we quickly settled into the holiday mode, lazing in the sun, swimming, and plenty of reading. Unbeknown to Meg, I had planned with Faye that the first five days of the holiday for Meg and I to be free of our devious little plans to give the two of us a chance to relax and unwind. During these first five days I could tell Meg was suspicious. She knows me well, and she was pretty sure I would not miss an occasion like this to plan something for her. I can tell you, it is a real burden being your wife's SSSPC (Secret Sexual Spanking Planning Coordinator). Tough job but the rewards are priceless.
After five days of relaxation in the sun, with wining and dining in the evening, Meg seemed to have dropped her suspicions and was focused on enjoying the holiday. She was lying in the sun on the porch of the cottage listening to her walkman and did not hear the car pull up. I knew Faye was due late afternoon and had been keeping an eye out for her to ensure she found our cottage okay. As Faye walked around to the porch I couldn't suppress a broad smile. The real fun was about to begin.
Faye was standing beside Meg before she was noticed. Meg jumped up and gave her good friend a hug and didn't even enquire as to why she was there. As the two ladies disappeared inside Meg gave me an excited look over her shoulder. She was full of anticipation, and we were not about to disappoint her.
I followed them inside and made coffee while the ladies caught up on their gossip. Eventually Faye looked over to me and I sat down beside her, resting my hand on her shoulder. Meg was opposite us across the dining table. The conversation instantly died, and I couldn't help notice Meg's adam apple bobbing up and down nervously. She knew her conventional holiday was about to take a twist, and was obviously experiencing the delicious mix of excitement and nervousness that she enjoys so much.
I broke the silence. "Listen to me little Meg. Faye and I, as your loving parents, think you are a gorgeous young lady. But at eighteen years of age there are aspects of your behaviour that concern us. Because of our love, your parents have set aside the last four days of their holiday to provide you with the training and discipline you need to fulfil your potential as a young lady."
Meg's jaw hung open, and her eyes were wide. Despite her 38 years, she had a delightful innocence that could make her pass for an eighteen year old. Meg has lovely pert, firm breasts, slimly framed, and a firm round butt just made for spanking.
I should explain at this point that on a number of occasions in the past Meg has asked me to spank her while talking to her like a naughty teenager. It is one of her favourite fantasies. This gave me the idea of Faye and I becoming her parents, and the plan over the next four days was to treat her as our teenage daughter.
I continued, "Now thank your Mummy and Daddy for making such a huge sacrifice."
Meg looked down at the table, with her hands fidgeting in her lap. She responded in a quiet voice "Thank you Mummy, thank you Daddy. I know I can be a naughty teenager. How are you going to train and discipline me?"
Much to my intense relief, it was clear Meg was already slipping into her role, and I was pretty sure she was going to really enjoy the next four days.
"Don't you worry about that my little darling", I responded, "You will find out in good time."
"Now, as a special surprise, Mummy has brought you a new present", spoke Faye in a matronly voice. "I want you to put it on now and you are to wear it all the time during the day unless Mummy and Daddy give you permission to change into something else".
Meg's eyes lit up when she saw it was a new bikini, and excitedly turned to go into our bedroom to change.
"Where are you going young lady?"
"To change Mummy," Meg responded with those big innocent eyes.
"Don't be a silly little thing. Mummy and Daddy see you with no clothes on all the time. Even if you are eighteen you should not be too proud to get undressed in front of us. You can get changed here while your Parents finish their coffees."
Bashfully Meg stood beside us and removed her tee shirt and bikini panties, while Faye and I chatted like the happily married couple. Just as Meg reached over to pick up her new bikini from the table Faye snatched it away.
"Don't be in such a hurry my little lady. Mummy hasn't seen you for such a long time. Let me see what a lovely young lady my little girl is becoming."
With that Faye gripped Meg by the wrist and turned her to face us. Instinctively Meg placed her hand in front of her pubic area.
"Don't be silly. Put your hands by your side. Put your shoulders back and be proud to be a young lady".
Meg arched her shoulders back, delightfully pushing her pert breasts forward. Her nipples were already hard and pointed. She was standing less than a couple of feet in front of me and I had to fight a strong urge to take those nipples in my mouth.
"My, oh my, how my little lady has developed. Look at those lovely breasts and beautiful erect nipples."
Following Faye's cue, we both reached out and rubbed the back of our hands over her nipples, then squeezed them in our fingers. Meg let out a sigh and her knees seemed to buckle slightly. We continued to manipulate her nipples and they were as hard as pebbles. Her cheeks and neck were flushed in delightful rouge.
"Why don't you open your legs so Mummy and Daddy can get a good look at your little honey pot?"
"Please Mummy, don't make me do that, as I will be soooo embarrassed."
"Don't be silly, now open those legs," Faye responded firmly.
Slowly Meg edged her feet outwards.
"Wider honey", I requested, while adjusting my seating position to relieve the pressure on my hard on.
Meg opened her legs wider and her swollen clit was now clearly visible, poking down through her blonde pubic hair. Meg is a natural blonde and her pubic hair is absolutely straight and sparse. She keeps it trimmed short, and if anything it enhanced her teenager appearance.
When satisfied her legs were wide enough, Faye reached out and stroked her hand over Meg's labia. This time the sighing graduated to a little cry of ecstasy, and she closed her eyes and bit on her lower lip.
"My girl's all wet, Daddy," Faye commented while turning to me and giving me a sly little wink. Meg's face screwed up in genuine embarrassment, but she didn't move or say a word.
"Why are you wet honey?" I asked, trying to sound like the innocent father.
"I'm not, Daddy," she whispered.
