This story is a part of ‘The Spanking Adventures of Upskirt Evans’ which you can see here…
…https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=22640
Which is actually a shoot off from ‘The Glory Days of Spanking’ concerning the real life ‘Up Skirt Evans’, cluck here…
…https://www.spanking-emporium.co.uk/spanking-emporium/?p=14741
Masturbatrices united!
Despite their differences in age and status, Samantha’s and Charlotte’s shared spanking experiences brought them ever closer together. To say that they had become totally besotted with each other might be an understatement. Even when they were apart, they often thought of each other, replaying in their minds the spanking games they had played. Inevitably this raised their levels of sexual arousal to a point where they could no longer postpone dealing with those warm, moist, throbbing sensations between their legs any longer.
Half Term was here, and on Monday Charlotte was going to stay at Samantha’s house for a few days.
After witnessing Karen’s caning and being soundly cropped herself by Samantha in her role as her Mistress, Charlotte couldn’t resist going to the shops on Saturday morning, when normally she would be around at Samantha’s house, to buy herself a headmistress style outfit similar to Samantha’s. It consisted of a white blouse, short black bottom-hugging skirt and a pair of black high-heeled shoes.
When she got home, she quickly changed into the outfit and strutted slowly around her house, pretending to be the dominant headmistress that she so adored. As she caressed her own bottom through the tight skirt, she started to talk out loud in a stern sounding voice,
“I will not tolerate such bad behaviour in my school. Naughty girls get their bottoms spanked…spanked very hard! Oh yes! I lift their skirts and pull down their knickers as I always administer spankings on the bare. I just love watching those pert little bottoms quiver and wriggle, as they get redder and redder! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! If they are particularly naughty, I might even use a slipper to spank their naughty little bottoms…WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! I might even bend them over my desk or my flogging horse and thrash them with one of my very whippy canes… SWISH! THWACK! SWISH! THWACK! SWISH! THWACK! No naughty young miss ever leaves my study without a very sore bottom!”
All this talk of spanking and bare bottoms was having a very stimulating effect on Charlotte. She needed to ‘deal’ with the consequences! She walked into her hallway and eyed up the stairs. She felt a strong urge to mount the bannister rail just as Samantha had shown her on her last Saturday visit to her house. She quickly removed her knickers and then climbed astride the bannister…
She hooked up her skirt and wrapped her thighs tightly around the warm polished wood squeezing her moist lips together…
She started to rub herself, her buttocks rising and falling slowly as she ground her moist pussy against the bannister rail. As she did so, she closed her eyes, conjuring up a variety of images in her mind to aid fuel her pleasure…
Initially, she pictured Samantha sitting above her astride the bannister in her red suspender belt and stockinged legs, her lovely naked buttocks pumping up and down as her fully visible pussy squelched in a most delightful fashion…
She then pictured Samantha in her study at school walloping Karen Smith’s young bottom with that big plimsoll. WHACK! WHACK! WHACK! She could hear Karen’s cries of pain echoing around the study…”Yeowwwh! Oh Miss, please not so hard. It really stings!”
As her pumping action steadily increased in pace, a whole kaleidoscope of images started to revolve around her head….
She was across Samantha’s knee having her bottom spanked in time to that lovely waltz…. Spank! two, three…Spank! two, three. “Oh yes, Samantha, yes! Spank me harder!” she cried out, her now moist pussy now sliding up and down the well oiled bannister effortlessly…
She was kneeling stark naked on her Mistress’s green velvet spanking bench, her quivering reddening cheeks rising to meet each stinging hand slap. “I’m such a naughty girl, Mistress. Please spank me harder!”
The images then changed to her perched on the low stool holding on for grim death to the washing dolly as her Mistress raised her plimsoll to deliver another resounding WHACK! to her burning cheeks. “I’m so sorry Mistress. I was very naughty to be in your private storeroom playing with your canes! Slipper me hard!”
Being spanked naked al fresco in Samantha’s secluded little garden courtyard …
And so Charlotte continued grinding her pussy on and on until she finally let out a loud scream of pleasure as a massive orgasm ripped through her like a tidal wave. Her motions astride the bannister slowly ground to a halt as she hugged the wood, a look of extreme happiness on her face. “Oh Samantha, Samantha. I love you so much!” she said, emitting a loud sigh of contentment.
As Charlotte was busy satisfying herself, by coincidence, Samantha was also indulging herself, masturbating on her bed. Looking forward to her friends arrival on Monday, and missing her this Saturday morning, her mind was full of her beautiful submissive friend.
She often retreated to the confines of her bedroom to relieve her sexual tensions. She always started her masturbation sessions by giving herself a brisk hand spanking as she knelt up on the bed, supporting herself with her other hand on the headboard. As she slapped her buttocks, she closed her eyes, relishing the stinging sensations and noise of her hand slapping naked flesh.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
Once she had warmed herself up and could feel her juices beginning to flow freely, she lay down on her back with her legs splayed wide and inserted her fingers into her throbbing pussy and slowly started to frig herself. Just like Charlotte, she closed her eyes and started to conjure up images of her lovely spanking pet…
Unlike Charlotte, her images remained firmly focused on the last spanking she had given Charlotte, the one where she had spanked her to music. It had been such fun spanking Charlotte’s gorgeous bottom across her knee in time with the music. How she had made Charlotte wriggle and writhe, yelp and scream, as she steadily walloped those creamy soft cheeks harder and harder to a bright rosey red until Charlotte had loudly orgasmed several times.
SMACK! two, three…
SMACK! two, three…
SMACK! two, three…
SMACK! two, three…
SMACK! two, three…
SMACK! two, three…
Those images floated endlessly around in Samantha’s head as she steadily built up towards massive orgasm. Charlotte’s bottom was so spankable, full rounded mounds of perfection that just begged for such treatment!
SMACK! two, three…
Finally Samantha came loudly…”Oh!…Oh!….Ohhhhh! ….Ooooooooh! Charlotte, Charlotte, my love!”