======== Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.news.primenet.com!news.fibr.net!imci4!newsfeed.internetmci.com!tank.news.pipex.net!pipex!dispatch.news.demon.net!demon!mail2news.demon.co.uk!f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org From: Tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: THC Archive: SPANKSAL.TXT Date: Fri, 15 Mar 96 03:01:02 -0800 Lines: 353 Message-ID: <198757850@f26.n340.z1.ftn> X-NNTP-Posting-Host: f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org X-FTN-Sender: "Tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org" X-FTN-FLAGS: PVT TRN X-FTN-Tearline: NaNoSPaM+ 0.05 X-FTN-Via: Squish/386 1.11 1:340/303, Fri Mar 15 1996 at 12:07 UTC X-Mail2News-Path: arakis.spydernet.com!f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:139683 The THC Adult Text Archive: SPANKSAL.TXT (337 lines) Please do not allow anyone under 18 to read the contents of this message. Note: I did not write any of these stories. They are being posted from the archive as a public service only - any copyrights belong to the authors. See the footer for important information. ========================================================================== SPANKING SALON: A fantasy in which our hero Peter learns the pleasures of submitting to a bare-bottomed spanking in the lap of a buxom lass. SPANKING SALON When Peter first saw the ad, a full-page color spread in the City magazine, he couldn't believe his eyes. A middle-aged man, with his pants pulled down to his ankles, was stretched across the lap of a buxom young woman. She was in the act of delivering an apparently sound slap to his buttocks, which were discretely covered by his underwear. Both the man and the woman were smiling excitedly. The ad read: CHRISTINE'S SALON OF SPANKING Come to Christine's to relive an experience of youth. Discover the pleasures of a recreational spanking in the lap of one of our skilled, attractive consultants. Feeling worried or guilty? Want to stop smoking? A full range of corrective treatments available. Whatever your needs, Christine's can take care of you. Fully licensed and state approved. At first Peter could not imagine why a man would voluntarily seek out such a bizarre, perverted, and probably painful experience. And yet, the ad seemed to wake some deep, unrecognized feeling within him. He found himself thinking about it in unguarded moments, first wondering, then dreaming what would it be like to lower his trousers in front of a young woman, lie slowly across her lap, and wait for the first slap on his upturned backside. At last the dark curiosity overwhelmed him, and he sought out the address in the ad. To his surprise, it was located in an elegant shopping center in a fashionable part of the city. The sign "Christine's Salon of Spanking" fit tastefully alongside shops offering hair-styling and other personal services to the elite of the city. As he watched, from time to time an impeccably-dressed customer would exit a hair stylist and enter the Salon, presumably to receive services at his other end. Plucking up his nerve, he entered and was greeted by an attractive middle-aged woman seated behind a desk. "Hello, I am Christine. May I help you?" Peter stammered in embarrassment. "I... I saw your ad, and I'm here...uh..." "For a spanking? Certainly, sir," she smiled pleasantly. "We offer complete spanking services to the discriminating gentleman. One of our spanking consultants will be pleased to design a program to meet your individual spanking needs. We guarantee total discretion and complete satisfaction. Now, what sort of spanking did you have in mind?" "I... don't really know." "Ah, this is your first visit, I take it? Then I recommend a recreational spanking. Your consultant will turn you over her lap and administer a mild, slow paddling to your buttocks, which can be covered or nude, as you wish. This is a great favorite with most of our gentlemen, and excellent for the beginner." "That... sounds fine." He handed her his American Express card, and she completed the transaction. "Now sir, there's just one thing I must make clear on your first visit. We are a legitimate licensed spanking salon, which under the law is considered a specialized form of massage. Spanking is the only service we offer, and we do not condone or permit any sexual contact between our staff and our customers." "Oh, no Mam! I... I didn't think that... never intended..." "Of course you didn't, sir. I only mention it because in the past there have been misunderstandings." She smiled mysteriously and continued, "But if necessary, your spanking consultant will (within her guidelines) help you to address any personal needs which might arise." Peter could only guess what Christine was referring to, but her tone of voice was very exciting. "Now, if you'll just step into your private parlor, you may shower and freshen up and change into your spanking gown. Your consultant today is Wendy, and she will be with you in a few minutes. Enjoy your spanking, sir." Peter entered a small sitting room, which was adjoined by a bathroom. He undressed and rinsed off quickly. A sign on the wall instructed him to don a garment fashioned like a long night shirt, which covered him from neck almost to his knees. Slits in the sides allowed the rear to be raised to expose his buttocks. Following the instructions, he remained naked beneath and felt his dangling penis rubbing against the soft cotton. He glanced around the parlor and saw a collection of birch rods, stout canes, leather-thonged whips-- instruments of distinctly ominous nature. He hoped that he was not in for more than he had bargained for. As he mused about the experience to follow, his member stirred and began tenting out the light front of his shirt. Anxious that he should not be discovered in this aroused state, he tried to push his penis back in place with his hand. Just then the door opened, and Wendy entered. She was a young woman of about twenty, dressed in a yellow pullover and red mini-skirt. Her legs were bare of stockings, and her feet were in sandals. Peter's eyes instantly focussed on her magnificently endowed bosom, which stretched the pullover seemingly to the breaking point. She was obviously bra- less, and the buttons of prominent nipples showed through the thin fabric. She greeted him cheerfully, "Hello, Peter, my name is Wendy, and I'll be spanking you today." She glanced down at the efforts of his hand on his conspicuous tumescence and chuckled, "Oh ho! What have we been up to? Getting in the mood?" Peter blushed crimson in painful embarrassment. "I... I... Oh, I'm sorry..." Wendy grinned. "That's OK, Peter, I like my customers to be enthusiastic." She put her hands on her hips and leaned casually against the door, inspecting the young man closely, especially the insolent erection still billowing the spanking gown. "Well, what's it to be? Christine said a recreational spanking, right?" "Y... yes, Wendy. I've never been... spanked before. I hope you won't be too harsh..." His eyes motioned to the canes and whips. "Oh, don't worry. Those are only for our advanced customers. I'll just use my bare hand on you today, just a nice gentle spanking on your backside. Hardly more than a friendly pat. Did you want me to leave you covered, or to give you a bare-bottom spanking? "B...Bare, please." He felt a thrill at the prospect which made his knees weak. "Oh, good. I think they're the most fun, but some gentlemen are very shy. In that case, you probably wouldn't mind if I took my top off? I find it more comfortable that way." Without hesitation she stripped off the pullover, leaving herself nude from the waist up. Her enormous breasts hung heavily down her chest, making Peter dizzy with excitement. She walked over to a low, armless chair. Before sitting, she picked up a folded latex rubber sheet from a nearby table and spread it over the chair bottom. Seating herself on top of the rubber sheet, she patted her lap in gesture to Peter. "Uh, Wendy, what's that sheet for?" She grinned mischievously at him. "Well, Peter, sometimes my little boys get so excited during a spanking that they have a wet little 'accident' right here on my lap." She pointed at his erection and winked. Peter could hardly believe what she was hinting. "You... you mean... That men actually ... You don't mind?" She smiled, "Not if they behave themselves. Now it's against the rules for me to do anything directly to help a customer along, or I might lose my masseuse license. But if a man has an 'accident' while I'm spanking him, well, we can't help that, can we?" She lay Peter kneeling across her lap. His stiff erection folded painfully beneath him, and he shifted uncomfortably. She shook her head, "Now what are we going to do with this, I wonder?" She hiked up both her mini-skirt and the front of his gown and, without touching his private parts, she guided his hips so that his penis slipped between her bare thighs. She squeezed her legs together and Peter gasped with pleasure. "Well it has to go somewhere, doesn't it? Just lie still, and relax, now. I'm going to bare your bottom." She slowly slid the rear of the gown up above his waist. Peter felt the cool air on his buttocks as she uncovered them and, looking up, realized that a mirror on the wall gave him full view of the proceedings. He saw a slender, almost effeminate man, stretched over the lap of a buxom, sexy girl. Her heavy nude breasts grazed against his back, and his tender bare buttocks offered themselves submissively to her whim. She lay her hand on his backside, covering its nakedness with her palm. The comforting touch of her hand and the snug, caressing pressure of her thighs on his member filled him with a rapturous warmth. She enhanced the intimate mood by saying, "Now Peter, I know this is your first time, but don't be nervous or shy. We're going to take this very slowly. There'll be lots of time to talk and get to know each other real good. "Now, I think we're ready for a few swats. The first ones will be real easy." She began slapping his buttocks lightly, hardly more than gentle pats. Peter felt no pain, only a tingling excitement as his nether cheeks blushed pink with the contact. He arched his back and thrust up his buttocks to meet her palm. "Feel good, Peter?" "Ooh... yes... it makes me feel... tingles..." "I like give my gentlemen a nice bottom-patting on the first session. It's a good ice breaker. Now why don't you tell me about yourself. What brings you to us for a spanking?" "Well, I don't know, I've never been spanked, and I just wondered what it would feel like, I guess..." "I see. I bet you'll learn to like it. Most of my customers are shy at first, but pretty soon they can't wait to drop their britches -- especially after they learn what the rubber sheet is for." She squeezed her legs together to illustrate her point, and Peter moaned with pleasure. "Are you ready for some hard swats now, Peter?" she asked. "Well, I don't know... maybe..." "We'll just try one, to see how it feels. This is only your first spanking." She took a deep breath and, drawing her hand high in the air, delivered a resounding slap to Peter's buttocks. "OUCH!" he cried, surprised at the sudden rush of pain. She chuckled, and resumed the gentle patting. "Wake you up, did it? That's what little boys get, when they're naughty. Did you like that one?" Peter looked in the mirror at the distinct red imprint of her hand on his backside. The pain had quickly receded, to be replaced by a warm tingling flush. "Oh, it hurt, Wendy... and yet... it felt sort of good." "I can tell," she giggled. "You're starting to drip on my legs." She squeezed his penis tightly between her thighs, which were becoming slippery with the dew of his arousal. "I... I'm sorry, Wendy. I can't help it. Do you mind?" "Of course not, silly, I'm only teasing." She continued planting slow, playful slaps on his buttocks. Each touch filled him with exhilaration. He enjoyed the caressing punishment in silence for a few minutes, becoming more aroused with each slap. Finally he asked, "Uh... Wendy... do many of your customers have... you know... an 'accident' when you spank them?" "Yes, during a recreational spanking, I'd say about half do. That is, right here in my lap. The other customers prefer a manual release after a spanking, and I keep a bottle of baby oil for their use. It's so cute the way they kneel down in front of me and finish themselves off in their own hands. They really seem to like me to watch them do it. But from the way you're wiggling around, I don't think you're going to last that long. Does it feel good, rubbing it between my legs?" Peter suddenly realized that he was thrusting his member unconsciously but vigorously in the slippery prison of her thighs. He asked nervously, "Do... Do you mind?" "Could you stop if I did?" Her tone told him that she did not. "No," he giggled. "I don't think I could." "Well, then, I'll just have to ignore it, won't I?" Peter was in a sensual paradise from her pats on his rear and the feel of his penis thrusting against the bare skin of her thighs. But he felt as if something were incomplete. "Wendy..." "Yes, Peter?" "Could I have... some more... hard swats?" "Well, just a few, perhaps. I'll give you three." She raised her hand and brought it swiftly down. "One!" -- "Ouch!" -- "Two!" -- "Oh!" -- "Three!" -- "OW, OUCH!" "There, that's enough for now," she soothed and resumed patting. But Peter was not satisfied. "Please, Wendy, I'd like some more. May I have some more swats?" "Well, I don't know. This is your first spanking, and we don't want to overdo it." "Please, I can take it. I... I really want it." "Well, if you're sure you're ready. But I'll have to hold you more firmly." She circled her left arm around his waist, holding him securely. He felt the strength of her grip and realized suddenly that he was totally in her power. "This will hurt, now, Peter. More that you think. It will help to kick your legs and cry. Don't be embarrassed or ashamed. If you feel like crying, don't hold back." She began slapping hard, regular blows to his buttocks. At first he only gasped at the blows, but as each strike followed another, a fiery pain began mounting in his flesh. Soon he was squirming, kicking his legs, and feeling hot tears run down his cheeks. "Ow! Please! Stop! Wendy, please... no more. Ouch! Oh please, let me up! Oh! I didn't mean it, I'm sorry. Don't spank me any more. Oh, my bottom!" Wendy grinned, because the stiff turgid penis thrusting against her bare legs belied the complaints of its owner. Her practiced ear heard Peter's true wishes through his protests, and her practiced hand played counterpoint to her playful scolding. "Stop? ... Not until I give you what you deserve, you naughty boy ... Imagine ... a big boy like you ... with his britches pulled down... being spanked by a woman .... Aren't you ashamed of yourself? ..." "Oh! Yes, Wendy...Ouch! I'm sorry for being naughty! Spank me, please, spank me till I'm good!" They continued like this for a few moments. Then Peter's tone changed. "Oh, Wendy... I feel like... I need to... I'm going to..." "Yes, Peter, I know what you need. Just go ahead and let go. Let it go right between my legs, it's all right." He suddenly stiffened and began flooding his pent-up semen in her lap. She squeezed his organ between her legs as he ejaculated and slapped his buttocks, timing her slaps to the spasms of his climax. As the flood finally ebbed, she eased her blows, until finally she was gently patting his naked backside, her thighs milking out the last drops of his virility. After he had rested, she helped him to his feet. She gave him one lingering look at her breasts before pulling on her shirt and then left. Peter dressed and went out. In the lobby, Christine asked, "Well, sir, did you enjoy your spanking? Did you find it satisfactory?" "Yes, thank you," he admitted shyly. "I'm so glad. And please consider us again when you have spanking needs in the future." - end - ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- Please don't send requests for reposts, missing parts, GIFs, FTP sites, etc. If you find getting stories from this newsgroup inconvenient, the archive is available on disk. Send a blank email to adultarc@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org for more information. Authors wishing to have files added to or removed from the THC Public archive should contact me at: tommy@f26.n340.z1.fidonet.org. Please refer comments to alt.sex.stories.d or to e-mail. Thank you. -=( Tommy )=-