The Spanking Adventures of Up Skirt Evans – Part Fourteen

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PART TWO

When Charlotte and Samantha had been playing ‘spanking games’ with Samantha’s hairbrush in the bedroom the previous day, Charlotte had spotted a rather unusual object next to the bed. She had asked Samantha what it was. She had never seen anything quite like it before.


“Oh, that….it’s a ‘Barisieur’,” Samantha replied in a nonchalant fashion.


Charlotte looked puzzled, “A ‘Barisieur’? What’s that when it’s at home?”


“It’s a teas-made , silly. Have you never heard of one?”


“No, never! A ‘Barisieur’….it sounds very posh!” Charlotte replied, sounding impressed.


“Oh yes, it’s very ‘posh’ as you put it. I like nothing but the best. It can make coffee as well as tea, and you can set it to automatically make tea or coffee for you after the alarm clock goes off. I like nothing better than a nice cup of tea to help come too before getting out of bed in the morning,” Samantha explained. Then, adopting a sterner tone of voice, she continued, “It’s rather exquisite, but it’s very delicate and very expensive, so I would ask you not to touch it …or else!”


On hearing Samantha utter the phrase ‘or else’, Charlotte felt a little thrill run through her body. The two little words might sound fairly harmless, but Charlotte knew from experience that ‘or else’ coming from Samantha’s lips meant only one thing….a sore red bottom! Now that was well worth consideration.


After their morning teasing Penelope, the post girl and then their leisurely spanking play in Samantha’s bedroom, both girls slept well that night. Unsurprisingly, given the now very intimate relationship they had formed with each other, the girls slept together in Samantha’s bedroom…and what a lovely ‘love nest’ it was!


Like Samantha’s teas-made, everything about the bedroom was ‘nothing but the best’. It was very sumptuous and ornate, in a very tasteful sort of way – what Charlotte might call ‘posh’. The creamy white padded bedhead and footboard were intricately carved in an almost regal fashion. There were two matching ornate bedside chests of drawers with white bedside lamps, and on one stood the teas-made so much admired by Charlotte. The walls were papered in off-white with an intricate embossed gold leaf pattern and a large floor to ceiling gold-framed mirror stood in the corner close to the foot of the bed. It was angled in such a way that the bed occupants could clearly lie in bed and see each other.


Being half-term, the girls slumbered in bed until mid-morning in no rush to start the day. However, it reached that time when neither could resist ‘the call of nature’ any longer. Charlotte visited the en suite first and quickly showered and ‘dressed’ …. in her black suspender belt and stockings. She returned sparklingly refreshed, smelling of scented powder.


Whilst Samantha was showering and getting herself dressed, Charlotte wandered around the bedroom, enjoying its ambiance. She stopped for a while admiring herself in the big mirror. ‘What a lovely body!’ she thought. Whilst she was in no way vain, she was still in the flower of youth and felt very comfortable with her own body image. She caressed her breast and then turned to examine her bottom in the mirror. ‘Not bad!’ she thought, ‘and totally unmarked, despite the brisk spanking Samantha gave me the day before with the back of her hairbrush.’


She cast her mind back to yesterday morning. They had had a wonderful time after the post girl incident. Charlotte had taken the initiative for once and had marched Samantha up to the bedroom to spank her across her knee with a wooden hairbrush for having such naughty thoughts about the post girl. The sight of Samantha’s wriggling bum across her lap and the delightful little yelps she made as the hairbrush had slapped down on her reddening cheeks had fueled her own desire to be spanked in turn by Samantha.


It wasn’t long before they swapped places and Samantha had applied the brush to Charlotte’s bottom in her usual expert fashion. It had stung in a nice sort of way, but wasn’t so hard as to be unbearable. The heat it generated in her rump had gradually flowed towards her pussy and the inevitable consequences followed. ‘Mmmmh! That had been a most memorable and exquisite spanking!’ Charlotte told herself.


With all these thoughts floating around in her head, Charlotte started to feel more and more aroused. She felt a pressing need to be spanked like that again, but how was she going to initiate it? Suddenly, she had an idea. She walked over to the bedside chest and started to prod and poke Samantha’s teas-made, running her fingers up and down the slender tubes that connected all the different parts.

At this point, the door to the en suite bathroom quietly opened and Samantha emerged, dressed just as Charlotte was in suspenders and stockings. She stood there staring at Charlotte’s beautiful bottom as she bent over examining the teas-made.


“What do you think you are doing, young lady? Did I not expressly forbid you to touch that?” asked Samantha, in a loud voice.


Charlotte jumped at the suddenness of Samantha’s reappearance.


“Oh, sorry Samantha. I was just looking.” replied Charlotte, with a sly grin.


“‘Just looking?’ Hmmph! What did I say would happen if I found you playing with my expensive teas-made, my pride and joy?”


“Oh, you said ‘don’t touch it… or else!’” replied Charlotte, giggling.


“Yes I did! And, pray, what do you think ‘or else’ means, young lady?”


“I hope it means you’re going to give me a good spanking!”


“Correct! A spanking…a good, long hard spanking for disobeying me. I think you deliberately touched the teas-made, knowing full well what the consequences would be. Am I right, young lady?”


“Yes, Samantha. I deliberately did it to provoke you into spanking me. After yesterday, I just can’t get enough!” Charlotte said, gazing lovingly into Samantha’s eyes.

“What are we going to do with you?” said Samantha, laughing.


“Spank me of course!” Charlotte said, giggling again.


“Well, I won’t disagree with that. I must admit, I really enjoy spanking your bottom as much as you enjoy having it spanked! Now…what shall I use? My hairbrush again?…No! …I know, I’ll get my ‘peppering spoon’.”


“Your ‘peppering spoon’? What on earth is that?” enquired Charlotte, looking puzzled.


“Oh, you’ll soon see!” Samantha replied, disappearing out of the door and going downstairs.


A minute later Samantha returned brandishing a long wooden stirring spoon. “This is my ‘peppering spoon’! I don’t often use it, but it’s ideal for the sort of spanking I intend to give you now.”


Charlotte looked at the spoon, which appeared to be fairly innocuous.

“Why do you call it your ‘peppering spoon’?”


“Well, Charlotte, I call it that because I use it to pepper a bare bottom with lots of little pats. It’s not too heavy and it’s small enough to reach whichever part of your bottom I choose to smack! It’ll even reach between your inner thighs if I decide to smack you there. It may look harmless enough, but believe me it can still sting if quickly and repeatedly applied to the same spot. I prefer to use it for erotic spankings rather than for proper punishment. Whilst I deliver my smacks with it in one hand, I can let my other hand roam freely over your buttocks and between your legs if I feel so inclined! I can even caress your lovely breasts!”


“Mmmhhh! That sounds rather interesting! How do you want me?” Charlotte asked, eager to get started.


“Kneel up on the bed and place your hands on the headboard. That way I can more easily reach your bottom, as well as your breasts and pussy with my free hand.”


“That sounds very good to me!” Charlotte said, quickly kneeling up facing the headboard, gloriously presenting her full, rounded bottom.

Samantha knelt on the bed beside Charlotte with one hand on her lower back to steady herself. She then raised the wooden spoon over her shoulder and brought it down with a loud SPLAT across Charlotte’s left cheek, leaving a lovely little red spoon-shaped mark. Charlotte gave a little squeal, more in surprise than in pain.

Oooh! That’s rather nice! It stings a little but in a nice sort of way. I’m going to enjoy this!” Charlotte said, with a nervous little laugh.


“Don’t get too complacent, young lady. I’ve only just started!”


With that, Samantha started to demonstrate her ‘peppering’ technique, rapidly smacking the spoon all over Charlotte’s bottom, in a steady rhythm of five fairly gentle smacks, followed by one much harder smack:
Pat… pat…pat… pat….pat…SPLAT!


She distributed the smacks all over both cheeks, up and down and side to side. Nowhere was neglected.


Pat… pat…pat… pat….pat…SPLAT!

Initially Charlotte rode these smacks with ease, but as the spanking continued, the stinging sensations steadily built up, until she was unable to keep still any longer. Her buttocks started to wriggle and squirm in a very sensuous manner, at least as far as Samantha was concerned!


Samantha continued to pepper Charlotte’s posterior in this way, but decided to alter the rhythm slightly, adding in two much harder smacks at the end of each, one on each cheek.


Pat… pat…pat… pat…SPLAT! …SPLAT!
Pat… pat…pat… pat…SPLAT! …SPLAT!


This change in rhythm generated a more lively response from Charlotte, her wrigglings and writhings now accompanied by increasingly louder yelps, “Oooh! Ouch! … Yeowhh! Eeek!”

The wooden spoon smacked down relentlessly, some of the smacks landing on Charlotte’s upper thighs. The sting was becoming more and more intense. Sensing that Charlotte was now nicely warmed up, Samantha reached her right hand round in front of Charlotte and slid her fingers down towards her pussy. Charlotte obligingly parted legs a little. Her pussy was getting very wet! Samantha deftly inserted her finger inside Charlotte’s slit and quickly found her clitoris. She started to rub as she continued to pepper Charlotte’s writhing rear. She didn’t need to do much with her finger, since with each whack with the wooden spoon, Charlotte thrust her groin hard against Samantha’s hand in a vain attempt to escape the spoon.
This was almost too much for Charlotte. The double stimulation of her rear and pussy at the same time had her moaning loudly with pleasure until she eventually came with an ear-splitting scream. Immediately, Samantha stopped spanking her as Charlotte slumped against the bedhead, breathlessly saying, “Ooohhh! Thank you, thank you, Samantha. That was so amazingly delicious! Thank you so much…I love you!”


Samantha held Charlotte gently and kissed her as she raised her head, saying, “I love you too, Charlotte.”


As Charlotte slowly came too and the room came back into focus, she turned to Samantha, “That was wonderful, but would you like me to have a go at ‘peppering’ your bottom now, Samantha? You deserve to feel some spanking pleasure as well!”


“Why not?” said Samantha, handing Charlotte the spoon and quickly knelt down on all fours to present her bottom. “Pepper away!”


Charlotte quickly knelt up beside Samantha and, adopting the same technique as Samantha’s, started to briskly spank her bottom with the spoon. Given Samantha’s already aroused state it didn’t take long for Charlotte to get a result!

The ‘peppering spoon’ was a great success and, not surprisingly, made a number of re-appearances.

Asa

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