The Holiday
Hubby had been working hard recently and in a way so had I, we both needed to rest and a holiday seemed the best idea. I got myself down town, had a quick visit to the travel agents, and grabbed a late booking. Hubby was over the moon at the idea and a week later we were off to the sun!
The holiday was very restful, but the hotel was a bit of a dump. Mind you we really enjoyed ourselves and the weather was excellent. We even got to play some "games" during the evening that's when we were not at a bar or restaurant.
We were in the hotel bar one evening in the last week when I noticed a waiter that served us at breakfast looking at me. He nudged his friend and pointed towards me. His friend looked over at me; the waiter winked at his friend then swished his arm in the air in a smacking motion. His friend smiled and shook his head. The waiter then whispered something and then both began to laugh. Hubby was totally oblivious to the whole thing. He was sat with his back towards them. I was going to go over to have a word but both of them walked out.
Later on that evening Hubby suggested we play the "naughty secretary". I was all for it so we grabbed a bottle of wine and rushed up to our room. As we were going in I noticed the waiter going to the room next to ours, he waved to us then went in. It was his room! The walls in the hotel were like paper so he must have heard everything we did during the holiday! I mean when playing our "games" I am hardly quiet.
As I got changed into my secretary outfit in the bathroom I could still picture the waiter talking to his friend and swishing his arm, to think he was only next door listening to us.
Hubby called me to hurry up; he always gets impatient when we play. I got myself ready and went into the bedroom for my punishment.
As Hubby bent me over his knee, I imagined the waiter lay on his bed listening to the slaps on my poor arse, and my cries for more.
I've got to admit it turned me on a bit thinking somebody could hear me as we played our "games". In fact I made sure I was nice and loud as Hubby tanned my hind so the waiter could hear everything what went on.
On the last full day of the holiday Hubby decided he wanted to visit a monastery that made a wine which is a favourite of his. I didn't fancy this and decided to stay near the hotel pool and finish off my tan. Hubby went off to his coach and I got into my black bikini, wrapped a see-through blue sarong around my waist and went down to the pool.
The pool was quiet, it seemed everybody had gone to get some last minute shopping or gone to the monastery. I got myself a cold drink from the pool bar and sat on a lounger near to the pool. I put on my sun cream and began to read my magazine.
A little later on I noticed the waiter over at the bar. He was chatting to the barman, he noticed me, and waved. He then turned to the barman and began to whisper to him. Both looked over and began to laugh, again he swished his hand in the air. The barman was still laughing and shooed him off; the waiter then started to walk towards the back of the hotel.
The waiter was beginning to annoy me. I decided that I was going to have it out with him and give him a piece of my mind. I am not keen of people talking behind my back and making fun of me. I got up and began to walk towards the hotel. The waiter disappeared around a corner of the hotel unaware that I was after him.
When I turned the corner the waiter had gone I looked around but couldn't see him. I then noticed a stairway leading downwards to a door at the bottom of the hotel. The door was ajar. I looked around and nervously went down the steps. I opened the door and went into what seemed to be a small boiler room; it was dark except for a solitary light bulb that hung from the ceiling. The waiter was sat at a dirty looking table smoking a cigarette and reading a paper. He looked up and smiled as I walked in.
"Hello pretty lady. You like fun?" He swished his arm in the air in a smacking motion and started to laugh. I rushed over to him and slapped his face with a loud smack. He rubbed his cheek and laughed to himself.
The waiter got up and walked over to the door. He looked at me with a leer on his face then closed it. I've got to admit I felt afraid but something inside me wanted to stay. He slowly walked towards me, and eyed me up and down. He laughed again then grabbed my arm and led me to the table. I was going to protest but I could see the beginning of a "game".
The room was beginning to feel hot and I could feel my skin getting sticky. His hand roamed down to my behind, and clenched at my cheeks. I felt tense but excited as he bent me over the table. The black bikini bottoms felt tight against my behind as I clasped my hands on the sides of the table. I felt my body rub into the grime on top of the table.
His hand slid down my back and along my bottom, "Like yes?" he whispered, "Like fun?"
I nodded my head. He moved his hand and I waited for his next move.
Slap! I bit my lip and waited for the next. Slap! His strokes were hard and rhythmic, the table wobbled beneath me each time his hand slapped my behind, I thought it might collapse. My grip on it tightened as the blows began to increase.
