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看到这篇文章不错，所以翻译过来。有一点点H，不过我已经尽量隐晦了，拜托版主手下留情～
愉悦的惊喜（一）
我常常喜欢对女同事说：“你该好好吃顿鞭子”，这一天，一切似乎都没有什么不同……
星期二午餐时分，我去找琼斯太太讨论每周的惯例主题，诸如生产日程、员工出勤以及其它一些常规事务。杰奎琳·琼斯太太40多岁（我猜大概44-47岁），长得很迷人，离异无孩，5尺5寸高，是真正的36C、28、36身材。工作时，她习惯穿深蓝或黑色的套装，连衣裙或半身裙，根据心情而定——我只有两次看到她穿长裤或牛仔裤，不过这也没什么奇怪，因为我们只是在公司见面。
杰奎琳迟来了一会儿，而且有些不安。我问她怎么回事，她说：“没时间了——等会儿跟你说。我们能不能下班后碰个面，有点事情要讨论——不会很久的。”
“没问题，杰奎琳——4点半差不多嘛？”
“好的，斯蒂文，下班见。”
下班后，我去她的办公室，她不在，电话机上倒贴了张纸条：“对不起，我要走了，来不及了。我知道你写报告会有问题，不过你随时可以给我打电话。”
要写每周报告，我有点不高兴，不过通常报告内容都一样，只有一点小小的变化，而且无论如何，报告总要写的——可是她不知道。
开车回家的路上，我从车上打了个电话给她。她接电话的时候一直在道歉，说没办法有事要先走，还问我要不要过去，给我亲自道歉，顺便喝杯咖啡。我不知道她住在哪里，一问之下才知道，开过去只需要10分钟。
我经过了一条小路，发现眼前两行绿树成荫——郡门路，她说过我会在右边看到一条死胡同，她家就在左边的尽头。我花了15分钟才找到7号房子，开进半圆形的车道，停在车库门口。
我走到前门，找起了门铃。刚想按门铃，门就开了，杰奎琳请我进去。她还穿着办公室套装，深蓝色的直筒裙，乳白色的上衣，乳白色的文胸（也许和内裤是一套的），连裤袜，还有高跟鞋。
“真抱歉，斯蒂文，可我真的忙得要命，还要订度假的酒店和机票！”
我回答说：“哦，你的度假计划就不能等到4点钟？”
“是呀！我知道听上去很糟糕，他们要我改航班，可我又不想深更半夜下飞机——你知道会怎么样，没有计程车，黑咕隆咚的，酒店前台没人，大家都在睡觉！”
“我的天啊！杰奎琳，你就为了这点小事把我弄得一团糟，真该好好打你的屁股！”
“哈哈，你真的想要吗？”
“也许，也许……过来，弯下腰。”
让我大吃一惊，她朝我走了过来，戏谑地探着身子，臀部翘起，就像真的弯下了腰。我不假思索地拍了拍她的臀部右侧——啪！
“哎哟！”她跳了起来：“很痛的，斯蒂文——你怎么来真的，我只是开个玩笑。”
“你是说你真的没想到我会打你？”
“没想到你会真打，我以为最多轻轻拍几下。”她一边揉着屁股，一边说：“我现在还觉得疼，肯定留下印子了——我要去看看——哦，我去拿咖啡。”
她继续揉着屁股，向厨房走去，经过房门的时候，回头看了看我。我觉得自己下手没她说的那么重，不过她显然感觉到了，似乎还提起了兴趣。
等她端着咖啡回来，我问她感觉怎么样，是不是像她说的那么疼。她说小时候她爸爸曾经打过她屁股，不过上大学之后就再也没有了。她以前的丈夫也曾经威胁过要打她屁股，可从未付诸实施，虽然她也承认，有个朋友曾拿着玉米秆抽过她的屁股，的确很疼，不过半小时之后，只留下麻麻的感觉。
杰奎琳打开了电视，调到新闻节目，正在播放孩子们在学校里搞破坏。杰奎琳问我念书的时候是什么样子。我告诉她，我们小时候很听话，可不像现在的小孩那么调皮，因为老师们会拿教鞭惩罚我们。我还告诉她，有一次我和朋友被教鞭抽了屁股，我和另一个孩子挨了4下，布莱恩挨了6下——挨打的原因我已经不记得了，肯定也是因为淘气。
她说，在学校里，只有校长和副校长才能用教鞭处罚女孩子，她只看到过３个女生被打过屁股。她还说，那是一天早晨的集合，三个女生站在礼堂的舞台上，老师向整个学校宣布她们在校车上向行人扔西红柿，所以要受到惩罚。每个女孩子要面对舞台的侧面，弯下腰，把手放在膝盖上。她们轮流隔着裙子挨６下教鞭，最后全都痛哭流涕——也许是因为羞痛交杂。
我问道：“那杰奎琳，除了你爸爸之外，从来没人打过你屁股？”
“没有！”
“那要不要试试看？”
“我不知道——会不会很痛？”
“杰奎琳，如果不同，就不对了——是不是？”
“你说的对，斯蒂文。”
“那，你想不想试试看？”
“你是说现在？”
“不好吗？”
“不要太重。你要我怎么做？”
“去把桌子旁的椅子拿过来。”
杰奎琳走到餐桌旁，拿起一张椅子，拿到我站的地方。
“谢谢”
我放下椅子，做在上面，然后握住杰奎琳的左手，轻轻地让她趴在我的膝盖上。
“舒服吗？”我问她。
“不知道是不是舒服，这个样子我有点不好意思。”
我从她的背后用手臂按住她，用右手轻轻拂过她的裙子和臀部。我感觉到吊袜带纽扣的明显起伏，发现她穿的是长筒袜，而不是连裤袜。我从裙子的边缘看进去，看到了乳白色的衬裙。“真漂亮。”我心里想着。我轻轻拍了拍她的屁股，问她准备好挨打了没有。
“现在后悔还来得及吗？”
啪！“喔！来不及了！”她叫了起来。
啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！啪！——
她在我的膝盖上扭动着，而我继续拍打。她踢动着腿，裙子终于掀了起来，露出了吊袜带。情况很不错，我继续打着她的屁股，每当她踢腿时，偶尔也会拍打大腿的后侧。
５分钟之后，我停了下来，让她从我膝盖到地毯上，她看着我，说：“天啊！真难为情，还很痛……！”同时，她还揉搓着屁股。
我把她拉起来，她抱着我。我能够感觉到她在微微颤抖，并没有哭，而是神经质地颤抖。
“怎么了，杰奎琳？”
“我在想真正的藤鞭是怎么样的，一定很痛。”
“比刚刚痛多了，杰奎琳。”
“我想也是的。你有没有用藤鞭打过人，斯蒂文？”
“哦……你怎么这么问，当然有过，我住在伦敦的时候。”
“你打过谁？女朋友，还是老婆？”
“都有——不过可不是同时进行。”
“我有一次用藤鞭打过我的邻居，是她让我这么干的——我们交谈的内容和现在差不多，２个星期后，一天下午，她请我去喝咖啡，让我真的用教鞭抽她一顿——抽６下最狠的，她是这么说的。”
“真的？一定痛死了。”
“没错，她真的哭出了眼泪，印子过了１星期才退掉。”
“她丈夫没有发觉吗，还是她没结婚？”
“他没发现。他比她大１０岁，是个工作狂，他们从来不一起上床，所以他没有发现那些伤痕。”
“你怎么抽她的？她弯腰摸着脚尖，还是趴在椅子上，你们怎么干的？”
“我问她喜欢怎么样，让她自己选姿势和服装。她一开始趴在扶手椅上，我隔着裙子打了两下。因为没什么效果，我就撩起裙子，又打了４下，这次她才有点感觉。然后我让她脱掉裙子和丝袜，弯腰摸着脚尖。她开始争辩说已经挨了６下了，感觉很痛。我告诉她什么时候停下，由我来决定，我要她弯下腰去——她照办了，然后我在她的屁股和腿上又抽了６下狠的。”
“真的很痛吗？”
“当然，杰奎琳。简不停跳了有１５分钟，然后让我Ｘ她，因为鲍勃从来没让她满足。那真是销魂，她还给我KJ了！”
“要是我也给你KJ，你会不会抽我，X我，斯蒂文？”
“什么？”
“要是我也给你KJ，你会不会抽我，X我，斯蒂文？”
“你说这种话，就该好好抽一顿——是不是？”
“是的，斯蒂文——你愿意抽我一顿吗，我今天很淘气，是不是？”
“我今天没带藤鞭。这样吧……我回家拿几根藤鞭，你要准备好……我1个小时就回来。”
我开车回家，想着之后会发生些什么。我真的要打疼她吗？她会让我脱掉她的衣服吗？她会不会主动脱衣服？这些问题在我脑海里转来转去。我回到家，立刻冲到我的“书房”，从橱柜里拿了根马鞭。我抚摸着鞭身上的花纹和末端的皮拍，想象着我如果用这个打她，她的屁股会有什么感觉。玻璃纤维材料的鞭身整齐地覆盖着编成花纹的尼龙，大约有36寸长，一看就是惩罚琼斯太太的可怕武器。然后我又拿出了我最喜欢的教鞭，还有一根略细一点的藤鞭。我对这两件工具十分自豪，是我用从工艺品店里买来的藤条自己做的。一根差不多34英寸长，9毫米粗，还有一根30寸长，7毫米粗。实际的长度还要长出8英寸，不过我把末端浸在沸水里，做成真正老式教鞭的样子。每一根都经过细心打磨，涂了10层漆，每涂1层就打磨一次。我每年都会把末端的清漆磨掉，把它们插在2英尺高、装满水的花瓶里，让它们保持柔软和弹性，然后再涂上几层清漆，密封起来。
把它们放在桌上，我迅速冲了个澡。然后我穿上休闲而优雅的衣服，把藤鞭和马鞭放在吉他包里，因为只有这个包才够长，也不至于引起怀疑，否则的话，扛着教鞭和马鞭在街上走，连我也会脸红的！
45分钟后，我回到了杰奎琳的家。开门的时候，我发现她换了身连衣裙，还穿着高跟鞋。双腿包裹在深棕色的透明尼龙丝袜中，性感时尚，不知是连裤袜还是长筒袜——希望是长筒袜！
她把我迎进门，我发现她的声音有一些颤抖。我们的对话从工作和一些琐事开始，休假、宠物、交通、新闻，她似乎努力不让话题向即将到来的惩罚靠拢。
我请她为我倒杯威士忌，看看她是否愿意遵从命令，因为通常马上要挨打的人总会有点紧张，希望有人能够控制住局势。杰奎琳拿来了威士忌，把它放在沙发旁的小桌子上。我拎着吉他包坐下，迅速打开了钩子。杰奎琳看着我，我甚至有些期待她问我是不是要弹上一曲，不过她没说话。我拿出了三件工具，放在我身边的垫子上，发现杰奎琳注视着我。
“我不喜欢那根马鞭的样子，斯蒂文，你不会用在我身上吧，是不是？”
“杰奎琳，今天晚上我要把你的屁股打开花，我想怎么做就怎么做——懂了吗？”
“懂了。呃，我是不是该说‘是的，先生’？”
“也许吧，现在站到那里去，杰奎琳。”我指着6英尺外的某个地方。她转过身，走了三步，停了下来，又转过来面对着我。
“可以吗——先生？”
“好的，琼斯太太。现在我要你把裙子掀到腰部，让我看看你做了什么保护措施。”
杰奎琳眼睛也没眨，就把裙子掀到了腰间，露出薄薄的乳白色衬裙，透过衬裙，我可以清楚地看到她的吊袜带和长筒袜，还有薄薄的内裤。
“谢谢，琼斯太太，现在可以把裙子放下来了。去拿张餐椅过来，放在你站的地方，面对着坐好。”
这一次她依然完全遵命。她把椅子放在刚刚露出过下身的地方，坐了上去，双手放在膝盖上。
“因为你声称之前从没被藤鞭打过，我认为应该先让你的臀部熟悉一下这几件工具……”
杰奎琳打断了我：“不能三样一起上。我只是希望来6下最狠的。”
“很抱歉。这里我说了算，琼斯太太。打断我的话，加1下，想教我怎么执行惩罚，加1下。”
“对不起，先生。请不要打得太重。”
“先从马鞭开始，隔着衣服。4下，想告诉我怎么做，加1下。现在我要你站在椅子后面，伏在椅背上，双手撑着座位，或者握住椅子的两侧。”
[本帖已被作者于2008年3月19日5时39分49秒编辑过]
愉悦的惊喜（二）
杰奎琳站了起来，走到椅子后面，弯下腰，双手握住了椅子的两侧。她的头发披了下来，臀部把裙子绷得紧紧的，我可以看到裙子背面笔直的拉链。她直视着我，闭上眼睛，然后又睁开，继续看着我坐着小酌威士忌。我把杯子放回到桌子上，站起身来，手里握着纤长的黑色马鞭，向椅子走去。杰奎琳说着：“请不要打得太重，我以前从没被这么打过，拜托，轻一点……拜托！”
我抚摸着她背后的裙子，让布料更加平整。我轻轻拍了拍她的臀部，她退缩了一下。我用脚轻轻地分开她的双腿，留出大约6英寸的距离。我温柔地用手抚摸着她的腿，感受着吊袜带的搭扣。我还能感觉到她的双腿在微微颤抖。
我把马鞭举到齐腰的高度，用末端轻轻拍了拍，估算距离，进行瞄准。我轻拍了几次，因为心情好，我命令她每一下都要报数，不许移动，也不许站起来，直到我允许她这么做。
我把手臂举到肩膀的高度，迅速地抽打在她的臀部！叭！——杰奎琳深深吸了口气，闭上眼睛，咬住嘴唇，把尖叫化成了闷哼。“1！”她喘着气：“天啊，天啊，太疼了。”
“准备好了吗，琼斯太太？”
“是的，先生。”
我再次举起了马鞭，对准她的臀部抽打了三次。“2！3！4！先生！请问，我能不能揉揉屁股？”
“可以！琼斯太太，你可以站起来，爱揉哪里就揉哪里。”
杰奎琳慢慢站直身子，轻轻地用两只手揉着屁股，然后又提起裙子，隔着内裤揉了起来。1、2分钟后，她抚平衬裙，整理好了裙子，又趴到了椅子上：”我准备好了，现在打多加的1下吧，先生！”
我又把马鞭放在她的臀部，轻拍了几下，然后迅速地举过头顶，重重地抽打在她的屁股上，比前4下都要重得多。她大声喘着气，颤抖着，然后跳了起来，双手抓住两半屁股……“5，5，5。请不要再打了，斯蒂文，真的疼死了。天啊，天啊，真疼啊，斯蒂文！”
“琼斯太太，安静点，请坐下。”
现在，杰奎琳呜咽着，轻轻地坐在了餐椅上，一边还在揉屁股。我从裤子口袋里拿出了干净的手帕，递给她，让她擦擦眼泪。
“真的很痛的，斯蒂文。我的屁股好像被针扎了，火辣辣的，肯定都肿起来了。”
我站在她面前，看着她擦着眼泪，温柔地抬起她的下巴，让她看着我。此时，我感觉JJ硬绷绷的，于是决定不用隐瞒。我让她拿着马鞭，然后用手动了动JJ，让它不再顶着裤子拉点，试图把它挪到左裤腿里。
杰奎琳看到了我的动作，于是把手放在我的手上。然后，她把我的手推到一旁，寻找着我的拉链，把我释放了出来。我的JJ紧紧地顶着短裤，她把手伸进我的裤子，让它暴露在凉爽的空气中。她温柔地抚摸着它，从头到尾，然后让敏感的末端暴露出来，而它瞬间变得更大——起码我是这么感觉的！她俯下身子，亲吻着我的末端，然后是它的躯干。我很快兴奋起来，没想到这一切来得如此之快。然后，她张开嘴，让嘴唇包围着它，开始吮吸起来，还轻轻地前后吞吐。
愉悦的惊喜（三）
“哇！琼斯太太，不用这么着急。”
我从她的嘴里抽了出来，她似乎有点失望。
“惩罚我的时候，你能不能脱掉衬衫和裤子，斯蒂文？”
“为什么？”
“我希望执刑人的行动不会受到任何限制，专注于我，不接受任何借口；我要像个调皮的女士那样受到处罚，因为我不是孩子。”
“你只是想看我的**，是不是？”
“我希望感觉你在我的身体里，斯蒂文，不过先要完成惩罚。”
我解开衬衫，把它从裤腰里抽了出来。我解开皮带，让裤子落到地板上，彻底摆脱了它们。我正要伸手捡起裤子，杰奎琳已经拿起了它们，整齐地叠了起来。
“请把鞋子和袜子也脱掉吧。”
“你要教我怎么做吗，琼斯太太？”我问道。
“不，先生，我只是想帮忙。”
现在，我站在那里，只穿着条内裤，还支着帐篷。
杰奎琳站在我面前，再次紧握着我，还抚弄着我的睾丸。“我是不是很淘气，先生？”
“脱掉裙子和衬裙，琼斯太太。”
杰奎琳把手伸到颈后，拉开了裙子的拉链，让它从肩膀滑落，滑过乳白色文胸支撑的丰满胸部，然后又滑过臀部。她把裙子也折了起来，放在我的裤子边。然后她脱掉了衬裙。她回到椅子旁，我不禁赞叹起来，她穿着文胸、内裤、吊袜带、长筒袜和高跟鞋，是那么迷人。
“请把那根细的藤鞭拿给我，琼斯太太。”
杰奎琳拿起那根7毫米的短鞭，抚摸了一下，然后交给我。“给您，先生。”她把它举在胸前，仿佛要奉献给我。
“谢谢，琼斯太太。现在我要你站着，双脚分开，与肩同宽。”
杰奎琳十分顺从，双腿分开着18英寸。“弯下腰，摸着自己的脚尖或者尽可能往下弯。”
杰奎琳弯下腰，摸到了脚尖，可是有点不太对，她似乎站不太稳，所以我把脚凳放在中间，让她把双手撑在上面。用这个姿势，她的臀部十分突出，内裤也紧紧地包着两片臀瓣。内裤非常薄，几乎不能提供什么保护，高跟鞋让她的双腿挺得笔直，让臀部更加高翘，更容易瞄准。
我再次走到她身后，在空中挥舞着鞭子，我可以看到她的臀部在“BIU”的一声时退缩了一下。我依旧先轻拍了几下，然后猛击在她的内裤和皮肤上。藤鞭发出“啪”的一声，她抖了一下，双腿略微绞动，不过依然保持着姿势。我等了20秒，然后又快速连续抽打了两下——啪啪！
“喔，喔，三，先生！”
她的双腿开始颤抖了，左腿踢动了几次，她转过头看着我，等待下一次惩罚。我再次瞄准，然后“嗖——啪”。第四下来了，“4！”她呜咽着，低声报着数。我之后又来了2下——看到她的耐受力不错，我的下手比平时重得多。
“你可以站起来了，琼斯太太。”
“我以为您还要再多加1下，因为我没礼貌，是不是，先生？”
“好吧，趴下。”
最后一下也落到了她的屁股上，杰奎琳用双手捂住臀部，又伸进了内裤里。她轻揉着肌肤，说着：“我皮肤真的肿起来了，斯蒂文，不过没我想象的那么疼——是的！是很疼，我都快疯了，可我还可以——我还没有习惯。你知道，我不希望你停下，但是你停下我也很高兴——看看你对我的屁股干的好事。”
愉悦的惊喜（四）
杰奎琳把内裤又拉下了一点，露出红红的屁股，还有8条深红色的伤痕，腿上的两条颜色略浅。看上去挺严重的，不过她似乎没有受到影响。她的视线转向我内裤上隆起的部分，说：“那里好像有点紧，斯蒂文。”她走进我：“让我帮你解放一下吧。”
我把藤鞭放回沙发，拿起了比较长的那根。她走到我面前，双手伸进了我的裤腰，把我的内裤拉了下来，然后轻轻抚摸着我。她跪在地板上，继续为我脱下内裤，然后把它扔到一边，说道：“现在解放了，看我的！”她温柔地抚摸着，让我享受着有生以来最舒服的服务。她舔它，吮吸它，几乎把它完全吞了下去，然后又慢慢吐了出来。
“斯蒂文，我已经很湿了，屁股很痛，不过我要你用手里的那根鞭子给我6下最狠的，然后，我要你……拜托！”
她站起来，转过身去：“请解开我的文胸，先生！”我把藤鞭交给她，解开了她的胸罩，文胸滑下她的肩膀，我的坚硬抵住她的臀部，感觉很热……我丢开文胸，开始揉捏起她的红樱桃。
“趴到椅子上去，琼斯太太，把内裤也脱掉。”
杰奎琳又趴到了椅子上。这一次，我不需要催促她，她双手撑着椅子，臀部高耸，等待着我的惩罚。
我不慌不忙地握紧藤鞭，警告她这次会真的很痛，不过要尽量别乱动，我可不想打伤她的腿。
和之前一样，我举起鞭子，快速抽打了两下。第一下，她喘着气，第二下，深深地呼吸着。我等着她的反应，但除了右腿踢了几下之外，几乎没什么动作，因此我决定加重一点。我再次举起藤鞭，打算让鞭子陷进肉里2英寸。重重的一声“啪”，从腰部到大腿，肌肉一阵颤抖。
“该死的，疼死我了。”她尖叫着，抱着屁股在房间里乱跳。“该死，该死，疼死了……”
最后，她冷静下来，看着我，眼里满是泪水，依然抱着屁股，回到椅子这里，趴了下来，等待最后三下，我只是略微减轻了分量，让鞭子陷进肌肉1英寸，真的，每一鞭都让她疼得跳了起来。
我把藤鞭放在椅子上，抓住她的手，温柔地扶她站直。她和我都完全赤裸着，她揉了揉皮肤，然后吻了我，我的坚硬抵着她的小腹，她退后了一点，开始抚摸着它。她沉默着把我的手引导她背后，然后再次弯下腰，分开两腿，露出湿漉漉的花园。我抚摸着她红肿的肌肤，她随着我的双手摇摆着。
“我要你，斯蒂文……来吧！”
我并没有浪费时间，抚摸着我在她身上创造的伤痕，感受那里的火热。我轻轻抚摸着她，感受她的潮湿和兴奋，温柔地进入她的身体。
我并不想那么快结束这个夜晚，于是很快离开她的身体，我们亲吻，拥抱，最后在她的双人床上度过整个夜晚。
第二天清晨，我起床，为她做早餐，送去卧室，又在那里度过周日的上午。
星期一一早，回到办公室，杰奎琳微笑着对我说：“早上好，斯蒂文——你能不能到我办公室来一下，周末我准备了点东西给你看，我知道你会喜欢的！”……
知道这里都是高手，附上原文，敬请斧正:P
A Pleasant Surprise (I)
One of my joke stock phrases is “you need a good whipping for that” when I comment on mistakes made by fellow female workers and this day started out as usual as any other.
It was Tuesday lunch time when I went to see Mrs Jones to discuss the usual weekly topics on production schedules, staff attendance and other mundane business items. Mrs. Jacqueline Jones, to give her full name, is a quite attractive lady in her mid forties (I give her about 44 – 47), divorced, with no children at home. She keeps her figure well being 5’ 5” tall and a genuine 36C-28-36 body shape. At work she wears a two piece suit, usually in dark blue or black, and socially dresses and skirts as the mood takes her – I have only seen her in trousers or jeans twice but then that’s not unusual as we generally meet at work.
Jackie was late for our meeting and when she arrived she was very agitated. I asked her what was wrong and she said “No time now – I’ll tell you later. Can we meet after work and we’ll run over things – won’t keep you long.”
“No problem Jackie – see you at four-thirty is that Ok?”
“Yes that’s Ok Steve – see you then.”
I went back to Jackie’s office but she wasn’t there instead there was a note addressed to me on her desk propped up on the telephone. It read — “Sorry I couldn’t make it had to rush. I know this is going to make it difficult for you to write the report but you can call me if you like.”
I was feeling a bit pissed of by now having to find other things to do when I would have been writing the weekly report but as it’s usually almost identical each week with only a few minor alterations and I knew what was going in it anyway one could say that the report was done anyway – but she didn’t know that!
Driving home I thought I’d give her a call and used the phone in my car to call her. When she answered she apologised profusely for rushing off and asked if I wanted to call round so she could say sorry personally and have a coffee or s
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omething. Not knowing where she lived I asked her and to my surprise I was only about ten minutes away.
I came off the by-pass and turned into a tree lined road – County Gate – she said I would find a small cul-de-sac on the right called Gate Close and her house was at the far end on the left. It took me about fifteen minutes to find number seven and I drove into the semi circular driveway and parked by the garage entrance.
I walked back to the front door and started to look for a bell push but as I was about to press it the door opened and Jackie invited me in. She was still in her office gear, so to say, (Dark Blue straight skirt, cream blouse, cream bra (and matching pants I presumed), tights and high heeled shoes.
“So sorry Steve but I had so much to do I just had to get away and sort out my holiday booking!”
“Eh!” I replied, “Your holiday booking couldn’t wait until four o’clock?”
“Yes! I know now it sounds so pathetic but they wanted to change the flight times but I didn’t want to land in the middle of the night – you know what it’s like, no taxis, dark, usually the hotel desk is shut or the people are half asleep!”
“Good God! Jackie you need a good spanking for messing me up like that over something so trivial!”
“Ha Ha and you would like to do it Eh?”
“Maybe, maybe? Come here and bend over.”
To my surprise she came over to me, turned around and lent forward mockingly sticking her backside out as if bending over. Automatically and without thinking I slapped her right buttock cheek – SLAPPPP!
“Ouch!” She jumped up, “That stung Steve – you know I wasn’t expecting that I was bluffing but you spanked me!”
“You mean you really didn’t expect me to spank you?”
“No – well not really, maybe a playful tap.” Rubbing her right cheek she continued, “I can still feel your hand – I bet I’ve got a red mark there now – I’ll have to look in a minute—I’ll just get the coffee.”
Gently rubbing her bottom she went to the kitchen and looked back at me as she went through the door still rubbing her bottom. I thought I didn’t hit her that hard but she definitely felt it and seemed intrigued by my slap.
When she returned with the coffee I asked her how she felt and did it hurt as much as much as she made out. She told me that her dad used to put her over his knee when she was younger but that stopped when she went to college. Once her ex-husband threatened to spank her but never did although she did admit that one of her friends playfully whacked her across the backside with a garden cane and it hurt but gave her a “tingly” feeling about half an hour afterwards.
Jackie put the TV on and set it to SKY NEWS. It was on in the background when an item was shown about disruptive kids in schools. Jackie turned to me and asked what my school was like. I told her that we were too scared to be as bad as the kids are today because the teachers could use the cane on us. I told her of one incident where 3 of us were caned across our backsides my friend and myself got 4 strokes and Brian got 6 strokes – I can’t remember what it was for now but it must have been something naughty at the time.
She told me at her school it was only the head mistress or her deputy that could cane the girls and she only ever saw three girls get the cane across the bottoms. She described the incident as being one morning at assembly when three girls were marched onto the stage in the hall and the whole school was told that they were to be punished for throwing tomatoes at passers by from the school bus. Each girl was told to face the side of the stage and to bend over and place their hands on their knees. Each in turn received six strokes of the cane across their skirt and all three ended up crying – probably from the embarrassment and pain together.
“So then Jackie,” I asked, “you have never been spanked or caned in your life except from your dad then?”
“No!”
“Would you like to try it then?”
“I don’t know about that – it might hurt.”
“Well Jackie, if it doesn’t hurt it isn’t done right – is it?”
“Suppose not Steve.”
“Well, care to try a spanking then?”
“You mean NOW!”
“Why not?”
“Don’t hurt me too much. How do you want me?”
“Go and get that chair from the table and bring it here.”
Jackie went over to the dining table and picked up a chair and brought it to where I was standing.
“Thank you”
I put the chair down and sat on it then I held Jackie’s left hand and gently pulled her over my knees.
“Comfy?” I asked.
“Don’t know about being comfortable, it’s a bit embarrassing like this.”
A Pleasant Surprise(II)
I put my arm across her back to steady her and gently passed my right hand over her skirt and bottom. As I did I felt a distinct ridge of a suspender button and realised she must be wearing stockings and not tights. I glanced down at the hem of her skirt and saw there was a cream slip or petticoat under the skirt. “Nice” I thought. I patted her bottom lightly and asked if she was ready for her spanking.
“Too late now isn’t it?”
Slap! “Ow! Yes!” she cried.
Slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap slap —–
I kept the whacks coming as she squirmed about on my knees. Her legs were kicking up and eventually her skirt rode up revealing her stocking tops. She was good about it because I kept on slapping her cheeks and occasionally the backs of her legs as she kicked.
After about five minutes I stopped and helped her slide off my knees onto the carpet from where she looked up at me and said, “Gosh! That was embarrassing and sore…!” As she rubbed her bottom.
I pulled her up and she cuddled me. I could feel her shaking slightly, not crying but a nervous tremble so to say.
“What’s up Jackie?”
“I was just wondering what a real caning must be like because that stings.”
“It stings a lot more I’m afraid Jackie.”
“I bet it does too. Have you ever caned anybody Steve?”
“Well… Funny you ask that because the answer is yes, often in the past when I lived in London.”
“Who did you cane? Girlfriends, your wife?”
“Both – but not at the same time.”
“I once caned my neighbour because she asked me to – we had a similar conversation as we have had now and two weeks later one afternoon she invited me in for coffee and asked me to give her a real school caning – six of the best as she put it.”
“Really? I bet that hurt.”
“Yes it did and she cried real tears and had the marks for about a week.”
“Didn’t her husband find out or wasn’t she married?”
“No he didn’t. He was ten years older than she was and so engrossed in his work that they never went to bed at the same time so he never got to see the stripes.”
“How did you cane her? I mean was she touching her toes or bent over a chair, how did you go about it?”
“I asked her how she felt she should be caned and told her to choose a position and dress mode. She bent over a low armchair at first and I laid a couple across her skirt. As this wasn’t having any effect I lifted her skirt and gave her four more which she began to feel. I then told her to remove her skirt and tights and touch her toes. She began to argue that she had already had six strokes and it was stinging. I told her that I will decide when she had enough and to bend over – which she did and I gave her another six stinging whacks across her bottom and legs.”
“So it really hurts then?”
“You bet it does my girl. Jane couldn’t stop jumping about for fifteen minutes and she asked me to fuck her as Bob never satisfied her. That was a good fuck I can tell you and she gave me a blow job too!”
“If I gave you a blow job would you cane and fuck me Steve?”
“What?”
“If I gave you a blow job would you cane and fuck me?”
“I think you deserve a good caning for suggesting that – don’t you?”
“I suppose I do Steve – would you give me a caning, I’ve been very naughty today haven’t I?”
“I haven’t got a cane with me right now. Tell you what… I’ll go home and get a couple of canes and you get yourself ready…. I’ll be back in about an hour.”
I drove home thinking about what was going to happen later. Shall I really sting her? Will she allow me to remove her clothes? Will she strip willingly? All these and more were rushing through my head. I arrived home and promptly rushed upstairs to my ‘office’ and took a ‘dressage’ riding crop from my cupboard. Running the platted shaft through my fingers and feeling the leather pad at the end I thought how her bottom might feel if I hit her with this. Its fibreglass shaft covered neatly in platted nylon about 36” long looked a formidable weapon to chastise Ms Jones with. I then took out my favourite school type cane and it’s slightly thinner cousin. I have always felt proud of these two instruments as I made them myself from cane bought at a local craft shop. One is about 34” long by 9mm thick and the other is about 30” long by 7mm thick. Their real length is about 8” longer but I soaked the ends in boiling water and curved them as a real old-fashioned school cane would be. I sanded the whole length of each and varnished them with cellulose lacquer, sanding between each of the ten coats. Once a year I sand the varnish off the tip and stand them in a two foot high flower vase full of water to keep them supple sealing the ends again with several coats of lacquer.
Placing these on the desk I quickly stripped and had a shower. I then dressed casually but smart and put the canes and crop in my old guitar case as it is the only thing I have that is long enough and innocent enough not to arouse suspicion as to what is in it as even I realize that to carry a couple of school canes and a riding crop about is enough to embarrass even someone like me!
I arrived back at Jackie’s place some three-quarters of an hour later. When she opened the door I noticed that she had changed into a smart dress and had high heel shoes on. Her legs were encased in sheer nylon stockings or tights in a nice complementary dark tan – I was hopin
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g they were stockings!
She welcomed me in and I noticed a slight wavering in her voice. The conversation began about work and other non essential stuff switching between holidays, pets, traffic, the news and whatever came next into her mind to take the discussion off her impending beating.
I asked her to pour me a whisky as a gentle test to see if she would take and obey an instruction because usually someone about to be caned is slightly frightened and really wants someone to take control of the situation. Jackie brought me my whisky and placed it on a small table by the settee. I sat down with my guitar case and flicked the catches open. Jackie stared at me doing this and I half expected her to ask if I was going to play a tune but she didn’t. I removed all three implements and placed then on the cushion next to me and I saw Jackie watching me.
“I don’t like the look of that riding crop Steve; you’re not going to use that on me are you?”
“Jackie, I am going to stripe your backside tonight which ever way I feel like doing it – do you understand?”
“Yes. Er should I say YES SIR?”
“Probably, now stand over there Jackie.” I told her as I pointed to a spot about six feet away. She turned and took three paces, stopped, turned back to face me.
“Is this Ok – sir?”
“Yes Ms Jones. Now I want you to gently lift the hem of your dress to your waist so I can see exactly what you have underneath as protection.”
Without batting an eyelid Jackie lifted the dress to her waist to expose a thin cream underskirt or petticoat through which I could clearly see she had suspenders and stockings and a thin pair of matching panties.
“Thank you Ms Jones, you can drop your dress back now. Go and get a dining chair and put it where you are standing and sit on it facing me.”
Again she did exactly what I had told her to do. She placed the chair where she had previously uncovered her lower body and sat on it with her hands resting on her knees.
“In view of the fact that you claim you have never been caned before I think I should gently introduce your bottom to the several instruments I have here…”
Jackie interrupted, “You’re not going to beat me with all three. I only was expecting six of the best as they call it.”
“Excuse me. I call the shots here Ms Jones. That is one stroke extra for the interruption and one extra stroke for trying to tell me how your punishment should be administered.”
“Sorry sir. Please don’t hurt me too much.”
“I am going to use this crop to start with over your dress. You will get four strokes and the extra one for trying to tell me how to do it. Now I want you to stand behind the chair and lean over the back with your hands either on the seat or holding the sides of the seat.”
A Pleasant Surprise (III)
“I am going to use this crop to start with over your dress. You will get four strokes and the extra one for trying to tell me how to do it. Now I want you to stand behind the chair and lean over the back with your hands either on the seat or holding the sides of the seat.”
Jackie got up and walked round the back of the chair and bent forward towards me placing her hands on each side of the chair seat. Her hair fell forward and I could see the straight line of the zip at the back of her dress finishing as her bottom cheeks filled the seat of her skirt. She looked straight at me and closed her eyes then opened them again and continued to look at me sitting there sipping my whisky. I placed my glass back on the table and stood up taking the long black riding crop with me as I approached the chair Jackie said, “Please don’t hit me hard, I’ve never been hit with a stick before, Please be kind… Please!”
I stroked her bottom through the dress and smoothed the material out. I patted her cheeks and she flinched as I patted. I gently pushed her feet apart with my shoe so her legs were about 6” apart. I gently ran my hand down the skirt over the backs of her legs feeling the stocking suspender clips. I could also feel the trepidation in her as her legs trembled slightly.
Taking up position almost in line with her waist I tapped her bottom with the tip of the crop to get distance and aim. I tapped her bottom several times and when I was happy (and who wouldn’t be) I told her to count each stroke and not to move or stand up until I told her she could do so.
I raised my arm to shoulder height and brought it swiftly down across both cheeks! THWACK! – Jackie let out a gasp and stifled a yell by closing her eyes and gritting her teeth “ONE!” she gasped “Oh god Oh Oh god that stings” she said.
“Ready Ms Jones?”
“Yes sir”
I raised the crop again and whacked her backside another three times. “TWO! THREE! FOUR! SIR! Can I rub my bottom please?”
“Ok! Ms Jones you may stand and rub whatever you want to rub.”
Jackie slowly stood up and gently rubbed her bottom with both hands then lifted her skirt and slip and rubbed it through her pants. Eventually, after about a minute or two she smoothed out her slip and rearranged her skirt and bent over the chair again, “I am ready for the extra one now sir!” she said.
I placed the crop across her cheeks again and tapped a couple of times and then quickly raised it above my head and brought it down hard across her bottom; much harder than the first four. She gasped and shook then jumped up clutching both bottom cheeks… “FIVE FIVE FIVE. No more please Steve that really hurt. Shit Shit Shit that really fucking hurt Steve!”
“Ms Jones, be quiet and sit down please.”
Jackie was now whimpering and crying at the same time and still rubbing her bottom as she gently sat on the dining chair as before. I took my clean hankie from my left trouser pocket and handed it to her to wipe her face and eyes.
“That really hurts Steve. My backside is stinging and feels so hot; I bet I have got lines all over it.”
Standing directly in front of her now I looked down at her weeping face and gently lifted her chin to look at me. I could feel my penis getting rather stiff at this point and decided not to hide the fact. I gave her the crop to hold and then placed my hand on my crotch to move my dick so it would not strain at the zip front and tried to angle it down the left side of my trouser leg.
Jackie saw what I was doing and placed her hand on top of mine. She then pushed my hand to the side and searched for my fly zip which she found and then unzipped me. My dick was pressing hard at the front of my shorts and she then put her hands inside my trousers and eased my hard penis out from it’s captivity into the cool air of the room. She gently stroked it and caressed it from the tip to the base and then pulled the foreskin back to reveal the head which was getting bigger by the second – or so it felt! She leant forward and placed a kiss on the tip and then kissed the shaft and far as she could reach. This started to really excite me as I hadn’t expected anything like this so soon – if at all. She then opened her mouth and placed her lips around the shaft of my penis and began sucking and nibbling gently rocking back and forth to simulate a wank.
“Whoa! Ms Jones. Not all at once please.”
She looked disappointed as I slid my erect penis out of her mouth.
“Will you take your shirt and trousers off to cane me Steve?”
“Why?”
“I want to caned by a man with nothing to restrict his movements, a man that will take me to task and accept no excuses; I need to be punished like a naughty lady should be because I am not a child.”
“You only want to see my dick in my pants, don’t you?”
“I want to feel your dick in me Steve but not before you punish me like you said you were going to.”
I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it from my trousers that were still open at the fly. Unbuckling my belt I dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them and bent forward to pick them up only to be met by Jackie’s hands as she grabbed them and began to fold them neatly.
“Take your shoes and socks off too please.”
“Are you telling me what to do Ms Jones?” I asked.
“No sir just being helpful.”
Now I was the one in a state of undress being stood there in just my underpants with a hard on still.
A Pleasant Surprise (IV)
Jackie came back and stood in front of me and held my dick again placing her hands inside my pants and stroking my balls. “Am I being naughty sir?” she said.
“Remove your dress and petticoat Ms Jones”
Jackie reached behind her neck and unzipped the dress and slipped it from her shoulders, pulling it from her breasts that were supported by a cream bra she gently eased it over her hips and stepped out of it. She folded it neatly and put it next to my trousers on the coffee table. Then she pushed the waist slip from her hips and stepped out of that and placed it next to the dress and trousers. As she walked back to the chair I couldn’t help thinking how wonderful she looked in the bra, pants, suspender belt and stocking with the high heels setting the image.
“Bring me the thinner of the two canes please Ms Jones.”
Jackie picked the 7mm shorter cane and ran it through her fingers before hand it to me. “Here you are sir.” She said holding it out in front of herself as if presenting it to me.
“Thank you Ms Jones. Now I want you to stand with your feet apart about the width of your shoulders.”
Jackie complied willingly and stood with her feet about 18” apart. “Bend down and touch your toes or as far down as you can comfortably get”
Jackie bent forward and just touched her toes but I could see that this was not quite right as she was slightly unstable so I pushed her foot stool across and asked her to rest her hands on that. In this position her bottom was predominantly uppermost and her pants were tight across both cheeks. They were quite thin too so did not offer much protection from the sting of this thin whippy cane and her high heels kept her legs straight and also pushed her bottom cheeks upward making it easier to aim for.
Again I stepped ba
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ck and swished the cane through the air and I saw her bottom twitch as is ‘swished’ the air. Placing the cane across both cheeks as before I tapped it a few times and then swiped it down across the centre of her now tight pants and skin. It landed with a sharp ‘CRACK!’ and she jerked and twisted her legs slightly but maintained position. I waited for about twenty seconds and followed the first with another two in quick succession – Crack Crack!
“Oww Oww Three sir!”
Her legs were trembling now and she lifted her left leg a couple of times and looked round at me waiting for the next stroke. I took aim again by tapping her bottom and then Swish – Crack the fourth stroke landed – “Four” she mumbled through muffled tears. I followed through with another two strokes – quite hard than I normally would have done seeing as she was taking it so well.
“You may stand up now Ms Jones.”
“I thought you were going to give me the extra one for being rude sir?”
“Ok then back down”
I laid the last one across her wobbling backside and Jackie eased herself up from the foot stool and placed both hands on her backside then slid them inside her pants. Rubbing her bottom lightly she said, “I can really feel welts and railway lines across my bum Steve but it doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would – Yes! It does hurt and it stings like mad but not hurt hurt – strange ache really. You know, I didn’t want you to stop but I’m glad you did – look what you’ve done to my nice bottom.”
Jackie pushed her pants down further to reveal a very red bottom with eight bright red stripes across it and two fainter lines across the tops of her legs; they did look sore but she didn’t seem too disturbed by them. She then dropped her gaze to my bulging underpants and said “Your dick seems a bit tight in there Steve.” walking over to me. “Let me help him out of there.”
I put the cane down on the settee and picked up the thicker, longer one. When she got close to me her hands slipped inside the waist band of my underpants and she pushed them down over my buttocks then gently eased my penis from it prison and flipped it out into the open. She knelt on the floor and continued to slide my pants down. She lifted my left foot and removed the pants from it and then she lifted my right foot and totally removed my underpants. Throwing them across the room she said, “They are out of the way now so let’s see what I can do with this!” as she held my dick and gently caressed it back ad forth giving me the most sensual hand job I’ve ever known to that time. She licked it all over and put it in her mouth and moved her head forward almost swallowing me whole and then gently sucking me and she moved her head back. She took it out of her mouth and again licked it all over whilst caressing my balls.
“Steve,” she said “Steve, my clit feels very wet and my arse is sore but I want you to give me six of the best with that cane in your hand now then I want you to fuck me… Please!”
She stood up and turned around and said, “Unclip my bra please – sir!” I gave her the cane and undid the hooks holding her bra in place. Sliding it off her shoulders I felt my dick rubbing her bottom and it felt warm… I slid the bra from her breasts and threw it across to where my pants were and then gently stroked her nipples as they were sticking out like little cherries.
“Over the chair again Ms Jones and take those pants off too.”
Jackie complied willingly by pushing the pants off her shoes and bending over the chair again. This time I didn’t need to prompt her as she stood there with her hands on the chair seat and her bottom high in the air waiting for the cane to punish her glowing red bottom cheeks.
Without further ado I grabbed the heavy cane and warned her that this would really hurt but try to stay still as I wouldn’t want to cane her legs.
I raised the cane and brought it down twice in quick succession as before. She gasped at the first and sucked in a deep breath on the second. I waited for a reaction before commencing but apart from the kicking of her right leg there was very little so I decided to lay it on a little harder. I raised the cane again and aimed it about 2” into her bottom so to say that the contact point was if she was some 2” further forward. It landed with a heavy “CRACK” and brought a ripple from the contact that went up to her waist and down to her thighs.
“Fucking Hell that fucking hurt,” she yelled as she danced about the room holding her backside. “Fuck fuck fuck – shit that fucking hurts…”
Eventually she calmed down and looked at me with tears in her eyes and, still clutching her cheeks, walked back to the chair and bent over it again for the final three strokes which I delivered slightly, and only slightly, softer aiming about 1” inside the skin covering her bottom cheeks and I can tell you honestly that she did jump on every one of those last three strokes.
I placed the cane on the seat of the chair and took hold of her hands and gently raised her up from the bent over position to standing upright. She was totally naked as I was and she rubbed her backside for a few moments and then kissed me. I felt my penis press hard against her tummy and she stepped back a little then stroked it gently. Without a word being spoken she tugged my hand to follow her back to the chair where she bent over it again and parted her legs quite wide revealing her bottom crack and her pussy that was wet and inviting. I ran my hands over her very red and striped bottom and she wiggled as I did so.
“Fuck me Steve…. Please!”
I didn’t waste much time as I caressed her bottom feeling the ridges I had just put there and the heat was as much as a two kilowatt fire. I stroked her pussy gently feeling the wet excitement and gently slipped into her.
Not wanting to end the evening quickly there and then I withdrew after a short while and we kissed and cuddled and ended up in her double bed for the night.
Next morning I got up and made her tea and toast and brought it back to the bedroom where we spent most of Saturday morning.
Come Monday morning back at the office Jackie just smiled at me and said, “Good morning Steve – can I see you in my office in half an hour I want to show you something that happened at the weekend that I think you might be interested in!”…..
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