Scholarly Dames
Two stories of scholarly lasses with healthy libidos.Based on the posts by Select Redux. Listen to the ► Podcast at Steamy Stories. Stimulating ReadingSexual adventures amid the bookshelves.Unlocking the big oak doors, Emily glances up at the Spring sun filtering through the stained-glass windows of the 'Institute'. Originally endowed by a Victorian benefactor, now part of a modern university, this old building goes unnoticed by most people passing by on this bright 1993 morning.The research library within opens just three days a week with Emily, its part-time librarian, fitting the job around her PhD studies. Some colleagues consider it a fusty backwater; Emily rather enjoys the church-like surroundings, lofty ceilings and marble floors, and calm, quiet ambience.Starting the day as usual at 8.45am, Emily turns on the lights, picks up the post and then sits at the front desk waiting for students to arrive. The job isn't the most exacting; mainly helping undergraduates locate obscure books, its perk being plenty of time to write her thesis and, blush-making to admit, peruse the rather splendid erotica section. Something that's become a bit of a habit, leaving her distracted and almost perpetually aroused.This 'special collection' is kept locked; its key is supposedly secure in a safe; in fact on a chain around Emily's neck. Currently 'in between boyfriends' (no, not like that!) in truth modern men, mostly boys inhabiting adult bodies in her opinion, don't do it for Emily. Call her traditional, she wants someone old-fashioned.Emily's romantic, bookish outlook on life sometimes feels unsuited to modern times and is exemplified by today's attire: cardigan, blouse, and a string of pearls, the epitome of respectability; a typical librarian. A knee-length skirt, sensible shoes, minimal makeup and glasses habitually perched upon her head complete the academic look. However, underneath one (who? she reflects glumly) might be surprised to find some almost sinfully brief lingerie adorning her trim figure. Perhaps not so conservative;Later that afternoon, Emily looks at her watch, half an hour until closing, not likely to see anyone else today she thinks. Wrongly, because striding confidently through the rotating door and purposefully approaching her desk is a new customer. In contrast to the usual scruffy students (although arguably the lecturers are worse) he's smartly dressed. Wearing a tie in fact; Emily likes a chap in a suit and his fits very well. This tall man with silvery grey hair favors her with a confident smile and Emily melts inside, lust at first sight.Michael, they are quickly on first name terms, is a postgrad mature student working on the final dissertation of an English literature MA. He's taken a couple of weeks' leave from an unspecified (Emily suspects high-powered and well-remunerated) job to complete it. Meaning, she sends a silent prayer of thanks to whichever celestial deity might be responsible, he'll be making frequent trips to the library. Visits she soon begins to eagerly anticipate, feeling disproportionately disappointed on days when this charming, personable and undoubtedly assertive man doesn't appear. Get a grip girl, chides her inner voice, whatever your fantasies this is a purely professional relationship."What did you do before studying," she enquires one morning."Came from money, followed the family tradition into the City and made some more," he shrugs. "Clichéd thing for a privileged person to say but it didn't make me happy.""What does?""Good writing, which explains why I'm here in literary mode, how about you?""A very bright kid from a feckless, under-achieving family; got a scholarship, got out of my dead-end town and got a higher education. Not having money means I have to take a series of dull jobs to pay my way." There's no need to make her point any more strongly, Michael gets the implication."I detect a steely determination," he responds without rancor."Academically, yes," she agrees, "in order to remain with my beloved books, but unfashionable though it is I'd happily be rescued by a knight in shining armor. Will you be my knight?" Christ, she thinks, where did that come from? Silly mare you've blown it now."If you'll be my damsel in distress I'd be delighted," Michael answers lightly, but a die has been cast."What are you working on today?" he enquires conversationally when next visiting."These books were recently acquired for the special collections section. I'm trying to catalogue them," she explains, outwardly serene, but heart beating fast."Ah the erotica," Michael raises a knowing eyebrow, "better leave you to it then." He turns to a nearby table with a couple of hefty tomes and commences making notes while covertly observing Emily, absently twirling a lock of hair with one hand, the other no longer on the table but underneath. Much later, abruptly jolted from a pleasurable reverie by his shadow, Emily becomes abruptly aware of Michael's looming presence."You're spending a lot of time on books from that particular genre," he says, it isn't a question."Well; " she stammers."Perhaps that's why you've twice left the University's precious erotica shelves unlocked lately?"Her eyes widen in shock. "How did you know?" It's true, no point in denying the fact."I notice things. An accident I'm sure, but rather careless, some might even say naughty. Are you naughty Emily?" Silence, the cat has got her tongue. "Do you deserve to be punished? Might that be a better solution than the matter being brought to the attention of the Vice-Chancellor?" Michael presses home his advantage. "Those rare editions are extremely valuable. Perhaps you need to be taught a lesson, bought to book one might say." Emily gets the joke, but it's no laughing matter."Punished; lesson?" she stammers, "what do you mean?""I think you know to what I'm referring, you've read enough about spanking, no doubt wondered what it might be like. I don't believe you're as innocent as you pretend Emily, I saw you slide a hand under your skirt just then. Most unprofessional, you deserve to have your bottom smacked.""Oh; " Overwhelmed by his quiet certainty that she'll obey, Ellie discovers in herself a complimentary willingness to defer; feels her pussy throbbing with desire at every word Michael utters. This is ridiculous, thinks her rational brain, I'm an independent woman, he's no right to demand my obedience. But you know you want to, responds her libidinous subconscious, you've so often dreamt of such a scenario, and how you'd willingly submit;She nods anxiously towards the door. With an unreadable expression, Michael walks purposefully towards the entrance, locks it and returns."Bad girls require discipline," he whispers in her ear."They do, sir," she meekly agrees."Come here." Emily stands next to him, hands behind her back."Turn around and lean forward against the desk."Deferentially, eyes downcast, Emily complies; wrapping his left arm around her slender waist Michael slowly, and deliberately raises her skirt. Emily wishes her boobs were just a little bigger; wishes her arse was just a little smaller but knows her lovely legs are just right. Now so does he.A grunt of male disapproval, "I don't like tights," he tugs her pantyhose down revealing flawless bottom cheeks, "next time I expect you to wear stockings." Next time, who said anything about next time? Despite her mounting panic, Emily has an epiphany of understanding; Michael's coercion is more implied than actual, less of a threat by him as a need within her. He runs his hands appreciatively over her pristine, unmarked bottom then tugs those unexpectedly racy, almost transparent black panties up hard into Emily's damp divide, the silken scrap disappearing between puffy pussy lips, chafing her swollen clit."Turns you on doesn't it" he growls, holding her tightly."Yes, but I'm scared," she whispers and it's true, the physical proximity and her helplessness in the hands of an alpha male are more exciting than anything Emily has ever before encountered.Emily tenses, holding her breath, awaiting the inevitable; yet the initial smack still catches her by surprise. At first, it's mainly about the ringing percussive sound, a numbing shock. Prudently Michael allows a pause, he can tell it's her first time. Gradually her skin pinkens and a sharp stinging sensation suffuses Emily's posterior."Oh," she looks at him wide-eyed, "oh yes," amazed by her compliance with the punitive intentions of a man she scarcely knows. A second spank, slightly harder this time."Feeling it now aren't you," Michael mutters, "rather different from in the stories you're so keen on?" True, the reality of what before was only fevered fiction is raw and immediate." I'll stop if you ask me to," he adds."Surely not when I've been so wicked," Emily replies huskily. The scene is set, and his hard palm strikes her bottom repeatedly as Michael methodically and unhurriedly continues, Emily's body responding animatedly to the burning sensation gradually suffusing her derriere."Keep still," he commands as she squirms in a futile attempt to dissipate the smart.Eventually, Emily has no idea how long, five minutes, or an eternity, Michael ceases her chastisement. Both are breathing heavily now, albeit for different reasons. He slides a hand up her inner thigh and under her knickers."Good girl," Michael whispers, pushing an exploratory digit into Emily's sopping sex. She shuts her eyes and moves against his fingers, Emily is needy, alas, her evident excitement is unrequited. Taking her by the shoulders, Michael turns the shaken young woman to face the wall."Make yourself respectable," he instructs in a tone countenancing no dissent, "don't move until I've left, no rubbing your bottom, or anywhere else. I'll let myself out," he kisses the top of her head, "and be back soon to do one final bit piece of research, don't miss me too much."And then he's gone; taken Emily to the edge and abandoned her unsatisfied. Which, thinks Emily, bottom glowing fiercely, is truly sadistic. Simmering with sexual awakening, she's no intention of being denied. Walking stiffly towards her chair Emily sits, wincing as her tender buttocks contact with the seat. Legs spread and eyes closed she pushes a hand down the front of her panties and addresses her pent-up frustration with flying fingers, and soon has a shattering orgasm.On Monday morning, after a weekend mentally replaying this momentous encounter, and multiple flouting of Michael's embargo on masturbation, Emily walks into work full of hope for what the new week may bring. Inwardly more confident, her outward appearance has also altered. She's taken more care with makeup, mascara and her favorite cherry red lipstick. Does her best not to tug down her hem at every step. Emily hasn't previously worn such a short skirt and worries people may notice she's wearing stockings. Once at work, it's business as usual, albeit with some appreciative glances from borrowers, being desired is an unfamiliar but welcome ego boost. Emboldened, Emily experiments with undoing the second button of her blouse.She can't conceal her unhappiness when Michael fails to arrive and becomes increasingly despondent when he doesn't turn up on Tuesday and Wednesday either. By Thursday she's almost lost hope. Turning to the erotica collection for comfort a photograph falls from between the pages of a book on 'Le Vice Anglaise'. Emily looks aghast, Michael! But it can't be, the date scribbled on the back is 1936, does her dom have a doppelganger? All too much of a conundrum to deal with in her overwrought state, Emily locks up early and heads disconsolately home.On Friday she settles onto her stool and re-opens the same book. Was Michael ever really here, she wonders? Could this have been some sort of hallucination, an epic instance of self-delusion? Of course not, get real, examine the facts, she inwardly chides. Consider the evidence of two days of sitting gingerly, the finger marks on your sore buttocks visible in the mirror. She was spanked alright, the pertinent question being whether she will see Michael again, let alone reach the sexual conclusion so ardently desired. Not being clairvoyant, Emily doesn't have a clue about either outcome, for now, she tells herself sternly, you'd better get on with some work. Mentally listing the day's mundane tasks Emily doesn't notice a familiar figure quietly enter the building until he's immediately adjacent. Caught unawares her incipient shout of shock is stifled by his hand."I'll remove it from your mouth," his voice whispers, "if you promise not to scream, understood?" Emily remains frozen, struggling to get to grips with her predicament, then nods assent."Where did you appear from?" she enquires in a small voice."Not important right now," he shushes."Your picture; " She points at the faded sepia print on the table."My father," he laughs, "chip off the old block, aren't I? Long gone, of course, he put up the money to establish the erotica collection you've so much enjoyed." Helping the shaken young woman to her feet he moves Emily to face a bookcase."Just relax," he says calmly, trailing a hand teasingly up and down the back of her thighs."Relax," she tenses at the suggestion, "when I don't know what you intend to do.""I think you can hazard a pretty accurate prediction," he teases."I'm quite sure you're planning to punish me again," says Emily shivering with anticipation at the thought, "what might occur afterwards is what's preoccupying me.""What do you hope happens?" he enquires, lips brushing the nape of her neck."I think you can make a very good guess," Emily replies cheekily.Right now, she can't think of anything she wouldn't let him do, Emily has read many salacious books and has a vivid imagination."I'm enjoying your new look," says Michael appreciatively, "let's explore beneath; " He unbuttons her blouse to the waist, frees her boobs and rolls each erect nipple in turn between finger and thumb. In response, Emily kisses him hard on the mouth, her acquiescence clearly in no doubt. His other hand slips between her thighs and encounters wetness between them. Emily moans at this touch, yearning to be penetrated by the hard cock she can feel bulging through his trousers and pressing against her thigh."You'll endure a harsher correction this time," he murmurs, bending Emily across the desk while removing his belt."The door", she gestures urgently.He shrugs off her concern. "We'll just have to take the chance; I find a little jeopardy adds a frisson of excitement." Wrestling up the short, tight skirt exposes the soft curves of Emily's hips and beautiful bottom; Michael monetarily enjoys the sight, and then pulls her knickers down and off."Someone wants to be fucked pretty badly," he observes, a hint of amusement in his voice as he glimpses her damp, pouting slit. With no warning he straps Emily, hard and fast, leaving blazing bands of hurt across both cheeks and down to her stocking tops. She yelps, groans and stamps her feet, nevertheless thrusting out her buttocks to meet each of the worn leather's cruel kisses. A further dozen overlapping strokes sear across her fiery red behind until Emily thinks she can't possibly endure further chastisement."Hurts," she whimpers, tears in her eyes, although the perfect pain only serves to stoke a fire of arousal down below. Aware of her limits Michael runs his hands along the insides of Emily's legs and pulls her knees apart, leaving her open and exposed. His tongue repeatedly explores the length of her labia, right up to the nub of her clit, building each caress into a rhythmic repetition. Emily feels an orgasm inexorably approaching, her breathing becomes fast and uneven."Fuck you're tight," he observes crudely, sliding a finger into Emily's inviting pink cunny and then positioning his erection at her slick entrance."Stop teasing and do it hard!" she screams, last vestiges of dignity and reserve surrendered. Lewdly Emily pushes back her hips, anxious to have him inside her. Equally caught up in the intensity of the moment, Michael fills the lusty librarian with the cock she craves. All inhibitions abandoned, Emily feels the rhythm of his thrusts increasing, her pussy spasms and takes them both to an inevitable sexual crescendo. They lay silent for a moment before Michael chivalrously passes Emily a large linen handkerchief to mop the come leaking onto her nylon-clad thighs."I think my poor bottom has suffered quite enough for one day," she whispers sensually, "how about you take me home to your place and fuck me again, slowly and gently?""How about we take one of the books from the special collection to provide us with inspiration?" he replies."Oh, I think I've already done quite enough research," Emily responds with a giggle."Then let's grab a bottle of wine and see if we can't put theory into practice," agrees Michael.Cut to a year later, doctorate earned; Emily has been promoted to take charge of the main university library. There's a new young woman librarian at the Institute, still on probation and requiring guidance. Emily considers herself a firm but fair manager and has kindly offered an after-hours tutorial on the special collection. A recently successful MA student, now a research fellow, somewhat older and vastly experienced, may join them;By Select Redux for LiteroticaCleverness is SexyWinning a quiz transformed Alice from swot to hot.By Select ReduxAn exceptionally brainy young woman, Alice has pursued her academic interests to the exclusion of almost everything else in life. There will, she reasons, on the verge of her 23rd birthday, the M A she's strived so hard to attain nearly complete, be plenty of time to pursue other interests later. Travelling perhaps, a life outside the university library, even something so mundane as clothes shopping.Used to being an outsider, teacher's pet, bookworm and swot are familiar, uncomplimentary descriptions, Alice embraces her geek status with pride. Sure, she attends the occasional postgraduate party, more out of a sense of obligation than enthusiasm, but blokes her age don't do it for Alice. Seemingly either intimidated by her intellect or determined to brag to their mates they've 'scored a nerd'; it isn't worth the hassle.An invitation to join the university quiz team is an entirely different prospect, both a challenging intellectual test and, best of all, the chance to meet Giles Knighton, celebrity quizmaster ('QM'), of the TV series, 'Battle of the Brightest'. This popular program involves a collection of brains the size of Mars competing for, well, since you ask, an engraved glass bowl: no cash prize, no foreign holiday, simply a public endorsement of higher education.Alice secretly fancies Giles; she's minimal experience in such matters, but something about the way he solemnly utters the phrase, "five-point penalty," when an over-eager contestant answers too soon makes her damp with desire. In recent months she's had a bizarre recurring dream of being summoned to his office wherein the QM, dramatically stretching each syllable, insists Alice pay a pen-al-ty and spanks her across his knee.Where on earth did that idea come from? Never smacked by her impeccably liberal parents as a child and top of her class each year, she was a regular goody two shoes. Is spanking even a thing, Alice wonders? Oh! Apparently, it is and that's a question she won't be asking Google again anytime soon;The quiz show is filmed over three consecutive days at a London TV studio, with overnight stays in a posh hotel and culminating in a grand finale, followed by a winners' dinner with Giles.On the first day of the competition, Alice, an avid fan of the show, doesn't share her teammate's nerves. This assurance momentarily leads to overconfidence when she impulsively answers a question before the QM has finished it. Wrongly it turns out, he looks directly at her, just like in the dream. "Five-point penalty," says the QM solemnly and Alice becomes simultaneously mortified and excited. Perhaps she's mistaken but it subsequently seems the QM's focus is on her whenever she looks up. One of the production team also notices and nods to a colleague."QM has one of the students on his radar.""Well, we know where that's going," is the amused reply.On day two, Alice's team aces the quarter and semis to secure a playoff place. Filming is through by early afternoon, allowing everyone time to prepare for tomorrow. Alice belatedly realizes she's woefully underdressed; her default outfit of hoodie and jeans doesn't work on camera. Aware of the QM's burgeoning interest, she knows that while cleverness may be sexy to some it may not be enough to hold his interest. Her appearance urgently needs a revamp, but purchasing new clothes is intimidating; supercilious assistants, too much choice, and a budget of next to nothing pose seemingly insuperable problems. Without much hope, she seeks sartorial salvation in a nearby upmarket charity shop.Alice selects a dress and while trying it on gets chatting with the manager, Hannah, fortuitously an aficionado of the quiz show, who quickly grasps her dilemma."You have a good figure, don't hide it by dressing like my Gran," she says bluntly, but not unkindly. "What about this little black dress?" Even Alice, a fashion ingénue, appreciates the flattering fit. "I think bare legs will look okay," continues Hannah, "how did someone who's always swotting get such a tan?""I read on the lawn; ""I kind of walked into that answer," her smile warms Alice's heart. "Now, do you own any makeup?""I only use lipstick, if I remember," replies our heroine. Hannah sighs indulgently. "It's a good shade, suits your hair, you should wear that down. Let me give you a quick 1 0 1 on eyeliner and mascara. Voila," she says a few minutes later, "reckon you can do the same tomorrow?""Of course," Alice is a quick, if not modest, study."On to shoes, you don't look like a heels girl, what about these silver flats?"Alice sighs: "They're lovely, but the dress costs all the money I have.""No problem," responds Hannah, radiating positivity. "Borrow them," she grins wickedly, "ensuring I get to see you again. Try this as well," Hannah takes off the chunky red necklace she's wearing and fastens it around Alice's neck. Her touch is warm and intimate, sparking an unexpected jolt of electricity. "Lovely, I quite fancy you myself, now go and win, girl." Burbling heartfelt thanks and struggling to contain confused emotions, Alice returns to the studios, a woman transformed.The QM's transparently obvious double take when he first catches sight of Alice's new look is priceless. Unsurprisingly her team makes it to the final, the closing minutes a tense, battle of academic prowess with Alice's university ultimately victorious. The subsequent valedictory dinner passes in a blur and an unaccustomed intake of wine. Later, with practiced nonchalance and just as the film crew had predicted, the QM invites Alice to his room, "for a nightcap."Giles is both erudite and entertaining, confidently exuding masculinity as he ushers her toward the sofa. He pours a Perrier, no more alcohol for Alice tonight she decides, and brushes, plausibly accidentally, against her breasts. For her part she's impressed but not overawed, Alice fully intends to get fucked tonight."You look lovely," ventures the QM, loins stiffening as he delivers the compliment. "Played the final round superbly, and no penalty points".Bingo! Alice flushes, clamping her thighs together in a futile attempt to suppress a familiar frisson of carnal excitement. "Those words seem to produce a dramatic physical effect," he continues. "What do they make you think of Alice?""Being bad," she replies tentatively."I see," responds the QM calmly, "and what do you suppose happens to bad girls?""Since I'm never naughty I wouldn't know," she answers spiritedly."Something made you blush during the contest whenever someone incurred a penalty point; " The QM won't let Alice off the hook."In my imagination, bad girls get spanked," Alice's voice drops to a whisper."And in reality?""I think that's up to you, quiz master.""Then you'd better get across my knee."Obediently and unhesitatingly, she obeys. Unhurriedly Giles pulls the little black dress tight across her delightfully pert posterior, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Alice. Grasps the hem and inches it up slender thighs until the full expanse of her bottom is revealed."Surprisingly racy knickers for a geek," he observes."You should see my bra.""I rather think I eventually shall. These are of course coming down," he adds, tugging the panties to her knees. "Naughty girls are always spanked on their bare bottom."He allows a palpable tension to build; Alice turns her head and gives a questioning look. Giles lifts her chin, and they kiss, this first intimate contact is abruptly interrupted when his palm strikes her right cheek. The springy skin shimmers sensually under the impact; Alice yelps as her left cheek receives similar treatment. He alternates from side to side and a cumulative smart begins to suffuse Alice's bottom.Completely in thrall to the moment, she squirms across his lap, red marks on her bum and thighs, soaring to previously unimagined heights of sexual stimulation until the QM eventually stops. Chivalrously he helps Alice, heat radiating from her blush-pink posterior, to stand, exhibiting the wet evidence of her arousal in the process. The QM reaches forward but a newly emboldened Alice bids him wait."Stay still," she murmurs, "let's see what we have here." Deftly she frees his erect member. "Well," Alice muses aloud, "not that I'm any expert but that is impressive. Do you have a condom?" Blithely thinking all females to 'be on the pill,' the QM hasn't considered this eventuality. "Don't worry," says Alice, "as usual I've done my lesson preparation." She produces a small packet from under an exotic bra strap and slips a sheath over his straining erection. "Something I learned from YouTube," she reveals proudly, "always good to put theory into practice." There's a subtle change in the balance of power. She stands, he sits; Alice, aware of the QM's evident desire to possess her, senses instinctively she's gained control."Right," she says softly," let's see what you can do Mr. Knighton, or should I say, Professor?" Giles is past caring, in thrall to an atavistic desire to penetrate this entrancing, rosy-bottomed vision. Alice straddles him, sliding the tip of his cock between labia slick with her juices. Delicately she lowers herself, engages the head and then pauses. Apart from a couple of drunken student fumbles, painfully groped tits and an ineptly prodded pussy, this is her first time.Giles attempts to pull her down onto his erection and Alice lightly slaps his hand away. "I choose when," she murmurs reproachfully. Slowly she takes him deeper inside."So tight," Giles sighs with pleasure. Alice bends to kiss him and guides his hands to her breasts while clenching her pelvic floor muscles."Tight," Alice confirms absently, "despite all my practice with a vibrator; " Enough teasing, her need for release can't be delayed. Alice moves up and down, taking his full length, increasing the pressure on her clitoris, and sending Giles to seventh heaven."I'm coming," moans Giles, unable to hold back as his cock spasms, flooding her pussy."Yes!" shrieks Alice, for once uninhibited. Overcome by intense waves of sensation, trembling and moaning, she climaxes too. Unsure of post-coital etiquette, Alice leaves a polite thank-you note and creeps out early the next morning while Giles is still asleep.Her first stop is the charity shop, to return the shoes."Hi, I'm Cinderella in reverse," she laughs.Hannah greets her with a congratulatory hug that quickly transmutes into ardent kisses, hands eagerly exploring each other's bodies. "There's the necklace too," adds Alice, eyes shining, alive to entirely new erotic possibilities."A gift darling, I want you to keep it on." Hannah walks to the door, locks it and turns the sign to 'closed'. She leads Alice to the back of the shop. "But take everything else off and open those lovely legs wide for me, there's something else I want to do for you; "Although Giles is wise enough to understand theirs was a 'one night only' encounter, they remain on good terms. Alice gains a PhD, and the QM generously introduces her to a network of influential media folk. Since her quiz appearance proves a big hit with the viewing public, she gets a gig presenting TV science programs.A year later Hannah and Alice lie together in post-coital bliss."I need a cock," murmurs Hannah, slightly the older of the pair. "Don't misunderstand honey, what we have is lovely, you do me beautifully with the strap-on, but sometimes a girl just craves the real thing.""What do we have?" replies Alice dreamily, unoffended by her soul mate's frankness. "What are we?""Non-exclusive as women and still enjoy men, we don't have to define ourselves as anything," shrugs Hannah."Fine by me," agrees Alice, "but getting back to your point, where do we find someone appropriate?""You sang the praises of quiz master Giles a while back," ventures Hannah, "seen him recently?""A couple of times; " replies Alice, guardedly."I thought your initial assignation was a one-off?""It was, then it wasn't," answers Alice vaguely, "he seems to have assumed a mentoring role.""By mentoring I suppose you mean spanking your pert bottom, followed by a sound shafting?""To be honest, yes," Alice smiles pleasurably at the memory of her last encounter just a couple of weeks previously."Well, I'd like some of the latter too, please. Let's invite Giles to tea," announces Hannah decisively.Giles sits in Hannah's spacious flat eating daintily cut sandwiches, cream scones with strawberry jam, and sipping Earl Grey tea. What, he wonders, have these two, a science professor, and a recently published novelist, been plotting?"Delightful to be here, but I suspect a hidden agenda.""Hannah has devised an entertainment to set the mood, after which we rather hoped you'd assist us in attending to certain needs," Alice responds with sparkling good humor. "Not unlike those you and I have indulged in our recent, shall we say, tutorials.""Aha," now Giles understands, "a most intriguing prospect, please proceed," he gestures indulgently. Hannah steps boldly forward, grasps Alice by the wrists and tugs her towards the sofa."I'm afraid this naughty darling has been tardy in keeping me apace with her recent romantic encounters, contrary to our arrangement. "Consequently, I intend to spank her, with you as a witness to add a dash of shame and humiliation." Alice looks anything but shamed and humiliated; turned on would be a more accurate description.Hannah sits purposefully, back straight, knees demurely together, pulls Alice face down across her lap and commences the spanking. Hoists her simple summer dress, pulling down lace-trimmed panties the better to expertly burnish her bare bottom until Alice is squealing. Hannah winks conspiratorially at Giles who watches enraptured from an adjacent chair."Bad girl, I haven't finished with you yet," she admonishes. Pulling her friend's skimpy undies right off, she sniffs the flimsy material, inhaling the olfactory evidence of the young woman's sexual stimulation before pushing them into Alice's mouth. "That'll keep you quiet for a bit. I must be inventive when disciplining this minx," she explains to Giles who leans forward, keen not to miss a single erotic moment.Hannah tosses a cushion on the floor and then maneuvers her compliant partner into position. "Kneel, feet and knees apart, head on the cushion and bottom-up high, reach behind and spread your cheeks," instructions at once embarrassing and unexpected. Wincing as her fingers touch tender skin Alice slowly obeys, opening her arse crack to reveal her most intimate treasures.Initially, Hannah strokes and soothes, caressing Alice's pale open thighs, brushing teasingly across already engorged labia. Without warning, she delivers six slaps to the broad expanse of Alice's already red bottom, eliciting stifled gasps of protest from the gagged girl."Good, since it appears I have your full attention, some swats on that lovely rosebud should keep you focused.""Oomph!" Alice expresses muffled outrage at this rude revelation."Keep that bottom spread wide young lady or you'll get extra," warns Hannah. "One; " Alice is certainly feeling the impact of Hannah's punitive palm on her rudely assaulted orifice. "Two," Hannah continues counting out loud, the promised slaps punctuated by solicitous touches.Hannah allows a brief intermission, sliding dexterous fingers along Alice's glistening slit. With each subsequent smack, suppressed yelps of distress gradually become sensual moans. Eyes rolling, slack jawed, the knickers fall from Alice's mouth; she sneaks a hand towards her aching pussy."No!" Hannah slaps it away, then takes pity and bends to softly kiss the burning buttocks, rimming Alice's pulsating portal with a darting flick of her tongue. The final stinging blow precipitates a violent climax. Alice's entire torso stiffens; Hannah prudently moves sideways as her lover orgasms, squirting across the parquet floor. Looking smug she employs the panties to mop up, then lifts the still trembling Alice into a passionate embrace."Thank you," whispers Alice."You're welcome," purrs Hannah."Christ almighty," gasps Giles.The over-stimulated trio regain their composure and more tea is taken. Eventually, Alice breaks the contemplative silence. "High time we dealt with Hannah.""Dealt with?" repeats Hannah warily.'And what might my role be?" enquires Giles, raising a quizzical eyebrow."She wants cock," reveals Alice bluntly, "apparently it's been a while, and we rather thought you might be so kind.""I might," agrees Giles."I am here you know," points out Hannah petulantly.Blithely ignoring this interruption, Giles continues, "In fact, I most definitely will, after another pressing matter is concluded." Alice, instinctively knows where this is going, recognizing his determined expression. Attempting to edge away, Hannah is caught between the two, each clasping an arm."What do you mean?""I spank you for overzealously punishing Alice," says Giles in a distinctly commanding tone."She enjoyed it," protests Hannah, "came buckets in case that escaped you?"To no avail, the determined pair force Hannah face down over the back of the sofa, blonde tresses tumbling across her shoulders. Giles lifts her full skirt, unveiling a perfect peach of a bottom, enticingly framed by white stockings and suspenders."How very lovely," he observes, "is this attire in my honor?""Not solely," replies Alice, "I enjoy wearing them too."Kneeling on the sofa cushions, Alice grabs Hannah's hands, fixing her firmly in position, bare-bottomed and vulnerable."I didn't agree to this," protests Hannah to no avail, "I give spankings, not receive them.""I think you may find this helpful," suggests Alice brightly, proffering a short leather strap to Giles. "It certainly had a salutary effect on me," her lips purse at the recollection. Hannah groans disconsolately."Exactly what's required to redress the balance; hold onto her tightly Alice, she's going to feel these." It's no exaggeration; Alice only just manages to restrain her friend's struggles against the impact of six parallel bands of fire."Too much," Hannah gasps after five strokes; mind already focused upon an altogether more urgent need as arousal inexorably suffuses her sex."I'll decide when what's too much," growls Giles delivering a forceful final impact forcing the woman up onto her toes."No," wails Hanna, as the strap slaps down across the full moons of her bouncing buttocks. Bloody hell, she thinks, if this is what it's like to get your arse smacked, no wonder Alice makes such a fuss. However, in tandem with the tingling smart permeating her bottom cheeks, a surging thrill builds between Hannah's thighs."I think she's ready," observes Alice, demonstrating the English knack for understatement; a fact exemplified by the abundant wetness between Hannah's thighs. Impelled by his own pressing need for release, Giles grasps her hips, plunging into her pussy with a single powerful thrust."Christ you weren't exaggerating, Alice, it is big! Go on, hard and deep, I can take it," gasps Hannah, wriggling ecstatically to accommodate the full length, stretched by Giles' rigid rod as it penetrates to the hilt.Giles settles into a powerful rhythm, stoking the heat radiating from Hannah's curvaceous derriere. She throws back her head, convulsing in an uncharacteristic loss of control. Hips bucking wildly, Hannah is engulfed in a noisy series of climaxes as Giles spurts his seed deep within.Collapsed in various states of disarray and momentarily satiated, they eventually rouse themselves. Exchanging a meaningful look the women advance on Giles, slumped in an easy chair. Clutching his cock, eager tongues flick along its tumescent length, an effective team, both blessed with sufficient self-possession not to fall prey to jealousy."Let's get you nice and stiff again," whispers Hannah, "Alice is a greedy girl and needs a fucking too, she can lick my kitty while you take her from behind." How very clever. Giles appears set for an exhausting afternoon;By Select Redux for Literotica
