Anonymous - Frank and I

“Spank away. I like having my bottom warmed,” she said, pulling her chemise and petticoats well up out of the way, and settling herself down across my knees.

It always delighted me to feel my hand rebounding from her fat buttocks; and as she had said she liked having her bottom warmed, I determined to spank her in right smart fashion.

Raising my hand high in the air, I laid on the hot slaps in quick succession all over the broad expanse of white skin, which first became pink, then red, and then crimson: her flesh twitched involuntarily under the resounding smacks of my hand; but for a time she bore the smart, which must have been sharp, without moving, or uttering a sound. At last, however, she could stand it no longer; and turning her head, she looked at me, with an expression of pain on her face, saying, in a quavering voice: “Oh, stop! Stop! I can’t bear any more. My bottom is too sore.”

It must indeed have been sore, for my hand was tingling! I let her get up, and she heaved a sigh of relief; the tears were standing in her eyes and she looked at me rather reproachfully, saying: “You have warmed my bottom. That was the hardest spanking you have ever given me.” She added, with a little laugh: “You have made me pay dearly for my kiss.”

Then she put her cap straight, gave herself a shake, and left the room. After I had washed, and made myself comfortable, I sat down and read Maud’s letter again; and while thinking over her communication, the idea came into my head that I might send Frances to live with Maud. As that young lady was going to leave my protection of her own accord, I thought she would probably be willing to take charge of Frances, and get her rigged out in the garments of her sex. Then, when Maud had married and left the villa, I could settle Frances in it, and go and live with her for a time. It was just the very thing. So I resolved to go up to London next day and arrange it all with Maud.

I then went down to lunch, and as I felt a little languid after all my various excitements, I had a bottle of champagne opened, which Frances and I soon disposed of. I told her that I had to go to London on business the following day, but I did not enter into particulars.

Next morning, as soon as breakfast was over, I drove to Winchester, caught the morning train to town, and went at once to Maud, whom I had not seen for some time. She was looking very well, and she had assumed a demure expression, as befitting a lady engaged to be married. She did not kiss me, so I laughingly took the little woman up in my arms; refusing to put her down until she had given me a proper salute. She soon gave me a kiss, and then we proceeded to business.

She told me all about her affairs, and informed me that her fiance was a well-to-do young tradesman in the neighbourhood.

When she had finished, I related to her Frances’ story, giving full details of everything the had occurred at Oakhurst since the first day the girl had come to the house. Then I asked her to let Frances live the her for a tome, and I also asked her to get the girl proper attire.

Maud was greatly interested in the romantic story; and she laughed heartily at my description of the way I had discovered Frances’ true sex. She was a good-hearted woman; she had always professed to be fond of me, and she was grateful to me, as I had always treated her well; so she at once agreed to take charge of Frances, and to look after her in every way, and she also promised to see that the girl was properly fitted out the everything necessary.

Then she remarked, the a sty smile: “I fancy yon must have taken Frances across your knees oftener than was necessary. I know how fond you are of whipping a bottom.”

“Oh, no. I assure you I never spanked her unless she was naughty. She will tell you so herself,” I said, laughing.

“I suppose you will put her here in my place when I go away to be married?”

“Yes,” I replied. “I have the lease of the house for some years to come; and I will take over your servants, and buy all your furniture as it stands.” I had originally given her the furniture.

“Oh, that will be most convenient. It will save me the bother of having an auction here, as I had intended. My furniture would not have quite suited the establishment of my future husband.” Then she added, with a grave face, but with a twinkle in her eyes: “You must not come near me after I am married. I am going to be very proper,”

“No doubt you will be,” I observed, laughing. “But you are not married yet, so come upstairs, and let me give you one last little touch of the rod.”

“Oh, but if you birch me, you will want to poke me as well; and I don’t think I ought to allow you to do that now,” she said, with affected coyness.

“Come along,” I said, taking her by the hand, and leading her up to the bedroom; where she at once took off everything, except her chemise, stockings and boots; then she got out the rod, and handed it to me, saying:

“Don’t whip me too hard.”

I made her lean over the side of the bed; then I threw her chemise up over her head, and admired her pretty little figure, naked to her garters. It was a long time since I had used the rod, and I grasped it with the feeling of pleasure that always comes over a lover of flagellation when he is about to redden a plump, white bottom.

I should have liked to birch her smartly, but I restrained my desire, and only gave her a dozen strokes, with just sufficient force to raise a bright pink blush on the cheeks of her bottom. She winced slightly at each cut, but did not remonstrate; and by the time I had finished whipping her I had a splendid cockstand; so I hid her at full length on the bed, and poked her with great gusto. She was a nice little woman, and a good poke; but she was not in her first youth; and I fancy she had been embraced by many a man; therefore she was not to be compared in any way with my fresh, young Frances. While Maud was dressing herself, I told her that I would bring Frances up to town in a few days. Then I gave her a cheque to cover all expenses; and after giving her a final kiss, I went away.

I got back to Oakhurst in time for dinner, and when it was over, and I had lighted a cigar, I told Frances that I had something serious to say to her. She looked very much surprised, but without asking a question, she drew a stool up beside me, and sat down to listen. I pointed out to her that we could not go on any longer living together at Oakhurst; as we were sure to be found out, and then there would be a great scandal, which I particularly wished to avoid.

I added that I was longing to see her dressed in her proper attire; and that I intended taking her, in a couple of days, to a lady friend of mine in London, who could see that she was fitted out in first-rate style, and with whom she could live until she had got accustomed to wearing petticoats again.

She listened, with a very sorrowful face, to all I had to say, and when I had finished, tears came into her eyes, and she said, heaving a deep sigh: “You are right. I am afraid we should get found out some day; so I had better go and live with your friend. Have you spoken to her about me?”

“Yes. I went up to London to-day on purpose to speak to her; and we settled everything. I was with her all day.”

A frown wrinkled her brow, she pouted her lips, and she glanced at me with a look such as I had never seen in her eyes before-she was evidently jealous of my “lady friend.”

“I suppose the lady Is a sweetheart of yours?” she snapped out suddenly, in an aggrieved tone of voice.

“She was my sweetheart before I ever saw you; and she is going to be married in a month; so you needn’t be jealous, you little goose,” I replied, smiling.

“I believe you love her more than you love me. I’m sure I shall hate her!” she exclaimed angrily; then, with feminine inconsistency, she began to cry. I felt annoyed, and spoke sternly: “Don’t be so silly, Frances. I have a great mind to give you a sound spanking for showing such ill-temper.”