A couple relaxing in their garden have an interesting chat
Back in the early nineteen sixties, Charles Daventry and his wife Clarissa, both in their late fifties, are sitting in the garden of their luxurious house on the outskirts of one of England’s fashionable towns, sipping their glasses of Pimms. Charles is reading a newspaper and Clarissa is reading a novel. Charles is a very successful barrister and Clarissa is from a very wealthy titled family. Money to them is no object. Charles is still quite good looking at his age and Clarissa is an extremely attractive woman.
Suddenly Charles looks up from his newspaper. “Clarrie, were you spanked as a child?”
“Good heavens, Charles, what on earth made you ask that?”
“I’m just reading this article in the paper which says that many women who were spanked as children tend to have a desire to be spanked in later life.”
“What utter nonsense. Which idiot wrote that?”
“I don’t know who she is, but apparently a recent survey showed this to be true.”
“Well, they obviously didn’t ask me,” snorted Clarissa.
“But you still haven’t answered my question, dear,” persisted Charles.
Clarissa sighed. “Well, as a matter of fact I was. Nanny spanked all of our bare bottoms with her hairbrush.”
“Oh really? How about at school?”
“Charles, do we have to continue with this line of questioning?” Said Clarissa irritably.
“I’m just interested, that’s all.”
“Oh, very well. Yes, I was spanked by Matron quite often, we all were.”
“If you must know, I was caned by the Headmistress when three of us missed school to sneak off to the cinema to see the latest film.”
“Well, well, I would never have guessed it. What was your caning like?”
“Awful. We had to take our knickers down, bend over her desk and she gave us six of the very best.”
“Goodness me. So all this hasn’t given you a desire to be spanked in later life?”
“Don’t be silly, Charles, of course it hasn’t,” snapped Clarissa.
“Pity,” muttered Charles.
“What was that?” Asked Clarissa.
“Oh, nothing dear, just thinking out loud.”
Clarissa gave her husband a steely glare and went back to her book. Charles went back to his newspaper.
Some days later Charles caught Clarissa bending down, looking in a cupboard. The sight of that firm behind stretched tight in a tight floral skirt was just too much. He crept up behind her and gave her a smack on her well corseted behind.
“Ouch!” Gasped Clarissa, standing up abruptly. “How dare you, Charles!”
“Just wondered if you’d changed your mind about liking a spanking?” Laughed Charles.
“I’ve told you not to be so silly, Charles,” replied Clarissa.
“Sorry darling,” he replied, pulling Clarissa close and rubbing his hand over her firm bottom.
“Charles, will you stop it,” cried Clarissa irritably, and grabbing his hand. “Leave my bottom alone. I don’t know what’s got into you lately.”
“It’s you. Since I read that article about older women enjoying a spanking, I’ve seen you in a new light. You and your bottom are damned attractive,” said Charles, still holding his wife closely and kissing her.
“That’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me in a long time,” said Clarissa.
Charles slid his hand down Clarissa’s back onto her bottom, and then gently rubbed it. Suddenly Clarissa dropped her resistance and put her hand onto his.
“I think I could get to like this,” she said slowly.
“I’m sure that you will,” replied Charles, lifting his hand and giving Clarissa’s bottom a little slap.
“You naughty boy!” She giggled.
By now, Charles had the feeling things were going his way. ‘Keep going, Charlie boy, don’t overdo it,’ he said to himself.
He gave Clarissa’s bottom another couple of playful slaps and then let her go.
“Thank you darling, I enjoyed that,” said Charles, giving his wife a peck on the cheek.
“You’re a very naughty boy, but I enjoyed it as well,” replied Clarissa.
Trying to play his cards right, Charles left it at that. Several days later, he again caught Clarissa in the right position.
“You’re being a naughty boy again, Charles,” she said as she got up.
“I know, and you love it.”
“Do I?” Giggled Clarissa.
“You know you do,” replied Charles, turning Clarissa slightly round and giving her bottom a harder slap.
“Oh Charles,” replied Clarissa, with a please do it again sort of rebuke.
Charles felt the barriers were slowly coming down and next time he would go further.
It didn’t take long for the next opportunity to arise, although this time it was Clarissa that set the wheels in motion. She dropped a bowl of fruit.
“Oh dear, how naughty of me,” she said as she bent over to pick it up, purposely poking her bottom out in Charles’s direction.”
“Yes dear, you certainly are. I think it’s time for me to take you in hand,” said Charles, rubbing his hands and advancing in Clarissa’s direction.
“I don’t know what you mean,” she replied.
“Oh, but I think you do, young lady,” chuckled Charles, as he took Clarissa by the arm and steered her in the direction of an armchair in their sumptuous lounge.
“Charles, what are you doing?” Said Clarissa, protesting with a fake resistance.
“Something I should have done years ago, my dearest.”
“Charles, stop it! Do you hear?” Said Clarissa, pretending to be angry.
Charles then sat down and pulled a still protesting Clarissa over his lap.
“What do think you are doing?” Protested Clarissa.
“I think you know exactly what I’m doing,” retorted Charles, taking a firm grip around Clarissa’s back.
“Don’t be silly, Charles, this sort of thing is for naughty little girls,” protested Clarissa.
“And that’s exactly what you are.”
Smack, smack, smack.
“Stop it, Charles,“ cried Clarissa, kicking her nylon clad legs up and down.
Smack, smack, smack, smack.
“Ooww, you’re hurting me.”
“Rubbish, you can’t feel a thing through that girdle of yours.”
Smack, smack, smack, smack.
“Well, it should hurt,” cried Clarissa.
Finally, Charles stopped and let Clarissa up. She stood looking at him, rubbing her bottom.
“Well dearest, how do you feel about older women liking a spanking?”
“I think I could get to like it,” said Clarissa, with a cheeky grin.
“And I could get to like doing it,” replied Charles.
Later that day, as they were finishing dinner, Clarissa said something that set Charles’s pulse racing.
“Darling, when I was a little girl, Nanny used to spank me with her hairbrush. Would you do it to me this evening?”
“How could I possibly refuse?” Replied Charles.
So, after clearing away the dinner table and doing the washing up, Clarissa went up to the bedroom and returned with the hairbrush.
“Here you are, nanny,” she said with a laugh.
“Well, I’ve been called some things in my time, but never that,” laughed Charles.
“I think my naughty bottom needs a spanking then,” said Clarissa.
“It certainly does,” remarked Charles. “Come this way.” Charles gently led Clarissa to an armchair, where he sat down. “I really think that dress ought to come up,” said Charles.
“If you insist,” replied Clarissa.
She wriggled her tight dress and petticoat up and then lay across Charles’s lap. Charles looked down at the pale blue silk knickers covering her tightly girdled bottom.
“Now Clarissa, you’ve been a very naughty little girl and nanny is going to have to give you a soundly smacked bottom,” said Charles.
“Yes nanny,” giggled Clarissa.
Smack, smack, smack, smack, smack.
Clarissa responded with squeals of fake pain and much kicking of legs.
“Oh nanny, you’re hurting me! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’ll be a good girl from now on,” cried Clarissa.
“Yes, Clarissa, you will be in future,” laughed Charles.
The spanking ended and Clarissa pulled down her dress and petticoat.
“Just like when nanny used to do it,” she said.
“So I make a good nanny then, do I?” Said Charles.
“Oh yes, just like nanny used to do it.”
“But you didn’t wear a girdle then.”
“Of course not, it was on my bare bottom.”
“In that case, that’s how we should be doing it now,” said Charles.
“Oh no. This way I can enjoy all the emotion without the pain.”
“Perhaps one day,” sighed Charles.
© Lisamum 2016