In front of a roaring fire that kept the crisp coldness of a December morning at bay, Lizzie turned the page of her special book and continued to read the words of Miss Asher:
"It was with a sudden moment of clarity that I found the very thought of bending over a Gentleman's knee quite the most thrilling thing ever. The idea of submitting myself to the firm administration of a dominant personality gave rise to many a frothy day dream that spun lewd tales of well spanked or welted buttocks soothed only by a bout of vigorous love making and other acts of ill repute. That punishment should lead to such soulful satisfaction is a most peculiar thing to ponder.."
And a most peculiar thing it was to ponder mused Lizzie for it was a notion that had whispered to her for many a year due to an experience she had when she was eighteen. She had witnessed one of the chamber maids of an elderly relative being dealt with by a firm hand across her naked bottom as she bent over a high chair in the study. The sound of flesh upon flesh had brought her curiously peeking through the keyhole as her grand Uncle Robert stood lecturing the poor girl on her lack of attention before ordering her to lift her skirts, pull down her pantalettes and present her quivering derriere to two whole minutes of a slapped bottom as governed by the ornate clock on the mantelpiece above the fire. The girl had blubbed some excuse or t'other but complied meekly for arguing with your employer was not a wise decision to make if one wished to remain in their employ.
Once bent over, her Uncle stood to one side, rolled up his sleeve, and began to spank the maid's bottom with a resounding vigor that echoed around the room. Lizzie gasped as her heart skipped and danced in her chest as she watched the punishment unfold. No warm up this; the first spank was as sound as the last and the maid bucked and stamped her feet furiously as hard slaps flattened each cheek leaving a rosy hand glow in its wake. The nineteen year old girl squeaked and squealed as her arse took on the shade of an over ripe tomato and her pleading for mercy fell on deaf ears. As the second minute passed, her Uncle stepped back to admire his efforts as Lizzie gathered her wits as she peered at the drama through the keyhole.
To her innocent astonishment, her Uncle suddenly stepped behind the weeping girl as she lay recovering and, heavens above, began to unbutton his pants before pressing up against her rear. Lizzie gasped as the maid yelped in surprise and, such was her shock, Lizzie stumbled back and ran up the stairs to her guest room where she lay on her bed in a state of bemused wanton excitement at what she had just witnessed for the rest of the afternoon. And thus was the act of spanking added to the nature of her own sexuality.
Lizzie smiled at the memory. Her late Uncle Robert had always been the rapscallion of her extended family line. Many a tall tale was told about his wandering ways and eager eye for the ladies. That Lizzie knew her Uncle was a spanker merely added to the color of his character and on each meeting she always greeted him with a secret knowing smile. Many a time she had dreamed what it would have been like to submit herself and her bottom to that firm hand of his. Each of those dreams had always ended with her rubbing her sex until, with the last imagined spank struck, she climaxed wetly in the most delicious way.
And now, here she was about to experience her most inner secret for real with Mr and Mrs Chambers the next day.
*
On her revelation, Henry looked at his wife as if he knew he not at all. That their fucking adventures with the young widow Miss Armitage had come as a most enjoyable surprise was bad enough but now Prudence was explaining to him that the woman had also admitted to having the same unorthodox sexual tastes as they did.
Prudence shook her head. "I confess Henry," she said as she flicked through the pages of her own special book. "I was quite taken aback that she should have such a thing in her collection."
Henry rubbed his chin. "I'll say. And she is willing?"
"Apparently so," replied his wife. "Though not expressed in any great detail, she does appear to have a calling for such practices and their consequences. We can clear the air at our next meeting so that we all understand what is acceptable or not. Being beaten or spanked is not something to take lightly. I wonder how she came to know of this fetish for I doubt her late husband had the wit to take her in hand that way." she mused.
Prudence got up and returned the book of female flagellation to its place in her bookcase. "I must say," she smiled. "These next few days simply cannot pass fast enough!"
*
The march of time is not to be denied and those few days passed as they were always meant to do when anticipation is in the air - slowly.
In her sitting room, less than a week before Christmas, and in front of a roaring fire, Lizzie sat at her table with Prudence and Henry opposite her. They had arrived a short time ago and had both eagerly accepted her hospitality of hot soup to warm their bones before they got down to the business at hand - as it were.
Prudence sensed the slight tension between them for the nature of this gathering was much different from their previous encounters where sex was the order of the day. This was different for it required the acceptance of supplication and submission to the act of pain in the name of desire and the giving of trust into the hands of another.
Henry looked between the two women. "Are we all agreed?"
Lizzie sat with her hands clasped in her lap. Her heart was thudding in her ears and she could feel the blood coursing through her veins. Her whole being seemed concentrated on that thing she was sat upon. "H..," she began hesitantly. "Have you done this often?"
Prudence nodded. "It has become quite the thing, Lizzie. Ever since Henry bought me that book and explained that its contents were something he wished to become part of our marriage we have enjoyed its adventures. Understand, we have no interest in punishment for punishments sake though. I willingly submit to my husband's whim for the sheer pleasure of it. I find a well spanked or thrashed bottom a most stimulating thing and seek sexual satisfaction before, during, and after it. A jolly good fucking after a good spanking is the most wonderful thing."
Lizzie gave Henry an admiring glance. The man was older than her by some years but his masterful fucking was more than enough to satisfy her needs. "I expected nothing less. I hope your husband is willing to service my desires with the same gusto as he does yours after giving my bottom a good seeing too." Her thoughts drifted back to her Uncle Robert and his rutting of his well spanked maid. "Spanking is oft a thing I have dreamed about when I am alone with my thoughts. I confess to being nervous with the anticipation of it, Prudence." She gave her older friend a shy smile.
Prudence reached across and clasped her hand. "Hush Lizzie, I Know you will come to love it as much as I do. The first time can be quite the experience though so that is why I propose a scale."
