by My_lap@yahoo.com
In a word: INCREDIBLE, FANTASTIC, UNBELIEVABLE, EXCITING,
OK, so I used four words.
The Resort:
It is a 150-acre resort nestled in a valley in a remote area of the mountains. Access is via a two lane road some distance from the nearest town. This two-lane road has some significance to the party goers because it is a public road and has to be avoided while nude or dressed in fetish attire.
Among the many resorts in the Poconos, there are only a few that offer the breadth of activities available to us. One weekend was enough time to sample only a portion. Swimming (indoor and outdoor), golf, miniature golf, tennis (indoor and outdoor), volleyball, sheet shooting, rifle range target shooting, bowling, bicycling, hiking, canoeing and of course eating.
The dining room was very large and could easily serve two hundred people. Our meals were served buffet style. There was a salad bar and a hot food bar, and the quality and quantity of the food were both good.
The accommodations were clean and very private. Each couple or single person had their own chalet with its own Jacuzzi, two fireplaces, two TVs a large spanking, err I mean entertaining area and a sleeping area. There were two closets so the suitcases and clothes were easily kept neat and out of sight. There was no less than 25 feet between chalets creating a feeling of 'having one's own space'.
It was a leisurely 45-minute drive for us. We dropped our dogs at the kennel on the way. We picked up some snacks, some juice and of course the required bottle of Canadian.
Exploring:
Upon arriving we were greeted by a friendly volunteer worker/ party participant. Let's call her Auntie M. She answered our questions and suggested we walk around to become familiar with the grounds and buildings. The resort map was a fold-out covering one side of a legal-size sheet of paper. After we unloaded the car, 'moved in' and put away the bags we took a walk. Our first stop was the outdoor pool.
Sassie and I walked up a slight grassy area and rounded a corner of tall hedges. There were a few people at the pool one of whom was G, a friend yet to be made and one of Sassie's spankers yet to be. There was one woman sunbathing topless and another in the pool nude. They were alarmed upon our arrival not knowing what we would think of their state of undress and not wanting to offend us because of it. Immediately, that made us feel comfortable being there. Especially when the topless woman introduced herself as the wife of the organizer. Of course we explained that we were nudists and there lack of bathing suits was normal for us.
We chatted for a bit then continued our exploring still wearing clothes (drat). The weather was perfect the entire weekend with warm sunny days and cool nights. We were even awake to greet the morning sun on Sunday. I digress... more on that later.
Our second stop was at the gym... or dungeon for this particular weekend. Volunteers were setting up the equipment. There were pillories, vertical assemblies for suspending people, chains with soft wrist and ankle cuffs, St. Andrew's crosses, a gyno exam table complete with stirrups, cages, tables with various straps and bindings and a few other contraptions we would have to see being used to know what they were for. It was incredible and foreign to us. What we saw were thought to be implements of pain and hurt.... things we had read about that brought strict and severe discipline to victims of the Dom/Dommes. (We were so wrong as you will read in a moment.) We left the gym wondering if we would even dare to go back at night to view the goings-on.
We finished exploring and our afternoon's exercise back at our chalet. Afterwards we took a nap with the expectation of being up into the wee hours of the morning. Since breakfast was NOT served. Instead, it was brunch at 11 AM, one would think that the activities ran late. One would be quite correct in one's thoughts.
Let the fun begin:
We went for another walk after freshening up from our nap. We were seeking other spankers. Since there were two separate play areas for the weekend, one for the leather and fetish folks and another for the spankers, we thought making acquaintances early would give us a good start on the evening's fun.
We stopped to talk with a couple who were walking their two dogs.G, who we had already met at the pool, was now with his partner C.We were all pleased to learn that we were fellow spankers. While chatting and keeping the dogs from the road, we were joined by Auntie M. We didn't know it yet, but our weekend play-party had just formed. C needed to unpack her bags and G would mind the dogs.
Sassie and I had more exploring to do, and since dinner was an hour and half away, we decided to walk. Auntie M joined us.
The first session:
Auntie M told us that she was a switch and preferred to spank naughty women. She had a pleasant personality and we all got along well. Of course, the conversation centered upon spanking. Using husband-wife inter-cranial communication mixed with a few hand signals and facial expressions, we agreed to Auntie M's suggestion to spank Sassie. After all, that's why we were there, right?
We headed for our chalet for a pre-dinner spank. We learned before arriving at our place that Auntie M had been a spanker for 17 years and professed to know how to deal with a naughty girl's bottom who was a nudist and could not go back home with bruises or marks.
With some trepidation Sassie stood before Auntie M who had seated herself on the sofa. After agreeing on safe words and swat strength, Sassie found herself across Auntie's lap. The spanking began very slowly. The warm up was skillful and I must admit I learned a trick or two. Auntie was careful where she smacked and her rubbing was frequent but never sexual. Sassie was being spanked like never before. The voyeur in me was in his glory as Sassie's bottom quivered marvelously under Auntie's firm hand. The spanking lasted about 30 minutes. Sassie's cheeks were a brilliant red from the center down to her thighs. Exactly in the right place for a young lady who had to sit for dinner on hard oak chairs. Sassie said that she felt like she was spanked by a master. The weekend was off to a breath-taking start.
Dinner was planned for 9PM because of the late arrivals from distant locations. We arrived at 9 and found about 30 people already seated. Another 20 or so arrived after us. There was plenty of room and one could sit anywhere desired. The meal was good and there was plenty of food including moist chocolate brownies for desert. I accidentally ate two.
The evening's events:
We stood outside for a while after dinner expressing curiosity for the events of the upcoming evening. We had been told during the dinner announcements that there were no organized games or activities. There was a central place for the spankers to meet and play in public, or meet and go to a chalet for private play. Sassie, G, C, Auntie and I decided that we would meet at the spanking play area in 30 minutes.
The spanking area was not only uninhabited, but the lights weren't even turned on. Sassie and I wondered if we had our directions right. A few moments later Auntie walked up followed shortly by G and C. Our concerns for "where is everyone" were over heard by a passer-by who told us that usually things don't begin to happen until after 11. OH BOY... glad we had that nap.
G mentioned that C had been naughty during dinner and needed some corrective attention. Auntie was more than happy to be of assistance. We all went to my chalet where we had previously laid all the spanking implements out on the daybed. G and Auntie decided on which implements would be used while Sassie and C discussed Auntie's swat-power. I sat off to the side with a devilish smile on my face.
C's spanking began just as Sassie's had. Auntie was slowly warming up and C was mmmm'ing with delight upon each spank. This was C's first spanking of the day and Auntie took the same care as she had with Sassie.
When C's spanks ended and G applied the lotion. Sassie found herself in trouble again, and back over Auntie's knee she went. This time the warm up was shorter and the spanks a little firmer. It was just what Sassie wanted. I could tell by her body language that her wishes for a great spanking were again being fulfilled. I was very pleased with what I saw.
The girls were bratting again and... sure enough... they were back over the knee. Auntie's knee had Sassie and G's knee held C. The sounds were fantastic as different paddles collided with the two different bottoms. G had taken one of his ping-pong paddles and removed the rubber coating so that the plywood was exposed. It had a loud popping sound that was far worse than its bite. Sassie's behind was being 'served' by her favorite 'big blue' paddle. Its about 15" in diameter and gets both cheeks at once. Auntie was popping that paddle in such a way as to make Sassie squirm with pleasure and sting at the same time. (I took notes on the technique. hehehe).
By then we realized we had missed the midnight munchies. It was now 2 AM. Where had the time gone? The girls had 3 spanking each and wanted a break before their bed-time spank. We decided to walk to the dungeon. Auntie volunteer to describe the use of any of the devices/machines that we couldn't figure out or weren't being used.
The Dungeon, first visit:
We entered the gym by climbing a set of stairs to a balcony. As we stood looking down over the dungeon floor from a height above the basketball nets we could see everything going on below from a 'safe' distance. Every now and then someone would look up at the five of us lined up along the rail and smile. Some would look away as if they hadn't seen us. Others didn't care. We were not invading their scenes. The scenes would take place whether we were up there or not. If anything, some may have enjoyed the 'newbie' eyes watching their performance.
What we saw was far more sensual to the submissives than it was painful.
On the far end of the gym was a man and wife who had been striped naked before we arrived. Voluntarily or 'under orders' we had no idea. Nevertheless, they were tied to a step ladder, facing each other. The man on one side and the woman on the other. Thick blue and white silk ropes (looked expensive) were used to tie them. They were being Dominated and Domme-inated by a couple who run a dungeon for a living and teach others their 'trade'. They had thin leather whips that they would draw across the bodies of the submissives. They did not whip them at all. They did crack the whips now and then to create loud gun-shot sounds. I'm certain that added to the apprehension of the tied couple. There were sexual teasings with the whips. The Dom would use his whip to gently tease the sub's pussy and breasts. The Domme would do similar things to the man. We were not close enough to see just what was being done.
Directly below us there was a Domme who had a male sub on her 'chair'. The man was kneeling with his thighs bound with sheep skin lined cuffs. His wrists were bound in the same manner. She would paddle him and smack his butt as she scolded him for being a bad boy. He had been there for a while. At least it appeared that way because he seemed tired. After his mistress released him he thanked her as he kneeled on the floor. He was truly grateful for his punishment.
There was another man under the same Domme's 'care'. He was locked in a cage in which he could not stand up. Every now and then the Domme would walk over to him and shout some words that I couldn't hear and he would lower his head as she spun the cage on its wheels.
Mostly there were leather-clad people walking all around the dungeon floor. They were talking to each other as if discussing what had transpired or was transpiring or perhaps could yet happen. There were also many people seated along the sides of the gym floor. They were watching and now and then one of them would end up over someone's knee for a few swats, or rub his mistress' feet.
By this time the five of us had grown tired and decided to head for bed. Bed-time spanks would wait until tomorrow. Agreeing to meet for brunch at 11 we bid good night just before 3 AM.
Saturday - A whole day to play.
Sassie and I woke at about 8:30 and had our coffee in the Jacuzzi in our chalet. Its a great way to wake up!!! We took our morning walk around the lake and enjoyed the day before the temperature began to rise, bottom temp and air temp. Later we learned that while we went out for our walk, C had been over Auntie's knee. Seems that C had been naughty and she needed the wooden spoon treatment.
We met the other three members of what had become the 'gang of five' for brunch. Once again Sassie's behavior earned her a visit to Auntie's lap. We went back to our chalet to let brunch digest a bit before the spanking.
Auntie's spanks were harder than the previous day. Sassie's bottom grew red faster and the color was deeper. C also had another session with Auntie. It was like she couldn't get enough.
We decided to go for a walk to exercise C's dogs. We walked over to the lake. As we meandered along the shore we met "Magic S". A Dom who does spanking magic shows that are quite good. We enjoyed his show later that night.
S posed a few riddles to C. Of course C was unable to answer them and as a result received about 20 spanks. Sassie's turn was next and ... sure enough... S gave her about 20 swats, too. This took place along the edge of the lake where, if a car had driven along the public road and its occupants looked in the right direction they would have seen. hehehe.
It was mid afternoon and the less than normal amount of sleep was beginning to affect us. A nap was in order. We headed back to our chalet and snuggled into the air-conditioned bed for a nap.
Playing on the bridge:
Sassie and I wanted a swim to perk us up after the nap. We walked down to the outdoor pool. There were quite a few people there and no one was nude or even topless. Dammmm... We decided to go to the indoor pool. As we walked toward the building we saw a couple playing on a bridge in clear view of the street (not in view of the public highway). The bridge was between two chalets and they were visible only from one area. It was the couple from last night what had been Dom'ing the ladder couple.
The man was bound to the railing of the bridge with the same blue silk ropes we saw last night. He had a black, skin tight hood over his head. He had quite a lengthy erection. The woman would stroke him then stop (presumable just before he was ready to squirt). She had his balls in a pouch. The pouch was cinched tight so it would not fall and was held up by his balls. There were strings hanging from the pouch. On the end of the strings were weights AND her heavy shoes. She would stroke him then put her foot in one of the
shoes and push down. He would cry out with what sounded very pleasureful. We changed our position and stood within 15 feet of them. The woman looked up at us and gave us a great big smile telling us it was OK to watch. She leaned over to whisper to the hood, probably that they had company. In a moment they continued. She pulled on his right nipple and quickly squeezed it in a pair of forceps then tugged on it. Again, he uttered the pleasureful deep sigh. The whole time she would stroke his cock vigorously then stop abruptly. They stopped playing at that point. We found out later that they had to get ready for some instruction and had no more time to play just them.
We enjoyed dinner with a mix of spankers and fetish people at our table of 8. As we began to understand some of the reasons and feelings of the fetish folks it became clear that they were there to have fun just as the spankers were. They, too, used spanking in different forms as part of their scenes. We were invited to come to the dungeon and watch some scenes done by our new found friends. I saw the bridge couple enter the buffet line and offered an apology (as if I meant it, hehehe!) for having intruded on their scene. They were thrilled that we watched and explained that they had wanted to continue but ran out of time. They were to meet some people for an instruction session.
After dinner Sassie and I went back to our chalet. I wanted some alone time with her to discuss what all has been done and what else she wants. I also wanted to tell her of the idea I conceived a bit earlier.
She was pleased with her spankings... well... perhaps pleased isn't the right word. Its easy for me to say. hehehe. She was the one with the 'hot seat'. Anyway, she had spankings from Auntie and S. G had yet to have her over his knee and I had not yet had her over mine. We talked about doing a scene of our own... public play... Sassie dressed in a black outfit, black panties with a white thong underneath.
By the way, earlier, after S had spanked Sassie and C at the lake, he told us that he would put on his show at midnight in the public spanking room. That's where, if Sassie and I were to do our own scene, it should take place.
We watched a few scenes in the dungeon. One was particularly sensual. A woman was suspended, arms up, feet flat on the floor and facing away from everyone. She was naked except for her nylons and a garter belt (black of course). The bridge couple and the woman's husband were drawing their whips across her back and up along the insides of her thighs. She was writhing in pleasure. Then her husband took a sheep skin and slowly rubbed the fur along her back and between her legs. She was highly aroused. They calmed her down by cracking the whips around and close to her butt. No doubt she could feel the breeze as the leather cracked loudly. They then started again with the erotic touching. By the time they were finished, the woman must have been at the very brink of orgasm several times but never allowed release. There were probably indoor fireworks when they were finally alone in their chalet.
We found our new friends in the dungeon, but they had already finished their scene by the time we arrived and were taking a break. Perhaps we would see them later... (we didn't see them until the next day).
It was time for our scene. Sassie and I walked to our chalet. I got the new elk flogger (36" long and many tails of very soft leather) and one of my bungee floggers. To the spanking play area we went. We ordered our usual frozen margaritas and after sipping through one we decided a second was needed. When the second round arrived I was greeted by T. A man of about 30. We had seen him in the dungeon sitting along the side lines. We talked about my flogger and he asked what I had in mind for it because I had it around my neck like a doctor wears a stethoscope. (hmmm.. doctor Al... has a nice ring, doesn't it?).
He told me he liked floggers and asked if I knew how to use it like a chuck-muck (or something like that). I didn't and asked him to show me. If it was something that I thought Sassie would like then I wanted to know about it. It WAS!!! Using the back of a vacant chair he showed me the figure-8 moves and how to just miss the spankee's bottom with the leather while letting the breeze kiss the tender skin. I thanked him for his instruction. He then told me that he had two floggers that I might like to see. At this point, I felt something might be brewing and heightened my level of caution. We were brand new to this and he was a stranger, in a strange place, dressed in black and making suggestions involving my wife.
Sassie and I sipped half our second margarita and decided the moment had arrived. We stood and walked to the center of the floor where the public spanking bench had been placed earlier. This spanking bench was similar to a carpenter's horse. It has soft padding along the top where the spankee lays and it has two padded troughs where the spankee's knees were placed.
Sassie decided not to climb onto the bench. Instead she leaned over it with her bottom presented in my direction. I lifted her skirt and tucked it over. Her black panties were drawn tight over her bottom. I witnessed every stroke of her previous spankings and knew that anything more than gentle swats would be painful. Our safe word could not be spoken because the music was too loud. It had to be a signal... a clenched fist would work nicely. It would be something only I could see and no one but us two would know she safe-worded. There was no way I would swat her hard enough for that to happen, nevertheless, just in case she was more tender than I thought we were prepared.
I gave her about six with her black silk panties still covering her. There were 15 to 20 people sitting at tables all around the spanking bench. The lights were on the bench and when standing in the center of the floor, it was not possible to see 'the audience'. I stepped to the side out of the light and could quickly see that all eyes were on us. I lowered her panties to her knees (remember she's wearing a white thong). I gave her a dozen swats on her bare then began to draw the leather fingers over her thighs and cheeks.
It was time to move the panties out of the way. I leaned over and pulled them to the floor, off and into my pocket. I wanted to try the figure-8 moves that I was just shown and this was the time to do it. I started a further distance from Sassie than necessary then slowly worked my toward her with the leather flying in the air. As I came very close to her I saw her cheeks tighten. I was at just the right distance. Every time the leather passed within a fraction of an inch from her skin she would clench. If the clenching became rythmatic... well... we all know what that could lead to... especially with the end of the padded bench pressing upward at just the right spot.
I parted her legs then began to use the bungee flogger. (the bungee flogger is made of the very soft rubber-bands from inside a common bungee cord. They are cut to about 12" and attached to a wooden handle) Yes, I was aiming for her pleasure spots, but the thong - remember?... I gave a few more gentle swats with the leather then drew it over her a few times. We were doing in open public what we had only ever done in our bedroom (yeah, I know... except for that thong). It was exciting and arousing... but it was almost time for Magic S to do his show. Besides we were 'in the mood' and perhaps this was not the last of this.
The magic show began a few minutes after Sassie and I finished our scene, but we
were spell-bound by what we had just done and didn't pay much attention at
first.
We looked at each other. We repeated several times... Did we really do that? I can't believe we did that.
We composed ourselves and began to enjoy the show. There were some card tricks with the participants losing and of course ending up over Magic S's knee right there on stage. He was good and his jokes were funny.
When he finished I looked around and saw T sitting right behind us at the bar. He had two floggers across his lap and was smiling with anticipation of showing them to me. He was a good looking, well spoken guy and asked very politely if he could spank Sassie with his floggers. My immediate reaction was to flatly refuse. I thought for a moment then asked him to flog my bare arm so that I could feel each of them. One was a very soft suede and offered tingle and very slight sting. That one was innocent enough. The second one looked mean. It had about 15 tails of nylon rope that were frayed at the ends in soft tufts. I held out my arm. He told me that it would not hurt, and it looked far worse than it felt. He let me have a good one across the forearm and darn if he wasn't right. It didn't hurt. It had a soft swooshey feel as the ropes almost floated over the skin because of the frayed ends. My apprehension faded. Unless he drew his arm back and put weight behind the swing he could not hurt Sassie with either of those. This could be a real treat for her. I didn't want to nix it if she was interested.
There were about 40 or 50 people in the room since the magic show had just ended and everyone was talking. This was a terrific opportunity for any exhibitionism tendencies Sassie may have... and she was still wearing that thong!!
I asked her what she wanted to do, telling her that I'd be right beside her watching for our safe word. I'd be closely monitoring T's arm position the way he held the flogger. Sassie knew these would be new and different sensations and with her consent the three of us walked onto the floor. T asked Sassie to climb the bench. She took the position and steeled herself for the first swat. I could feel her tension and asked again if she wanted to continue. After her smile and nod I told T it was OK.
He began to rotate the suede flogger. Faster and faster... not quite a blur but his hand was obviously familiar with these motions. As he had shown me, he moved in toward Sassie's bottom and let the very, tip of the suede tingle over her cheeks. He didn't do that for very long, just sort of a tease. Then he began to gently flog and drag the suede over her bottom. It looked like she was really enjoying it. He picked up the pace and intensity and Sassie would give her "oooh that's nice flinch". T asked Sassie if he could give her one good swat with the suede. Sassie hesitated and he quickly re-phrased to ask for medium hard. Sassie agreed. She said it had just a little bit more sting.
T then pulled the rope flogger from where it had been dangling from his back pocket. Sassie tensed again. He repeated his motions... forming the figure 8 and moving closer and closer. Again, I saw those flinches, and so did T, he was a fraction of an inch from her. He did that for a while then moved closer. The tufts began to course over her skin... like touching but not touching. Sassie was becoming aroused again. She was enjoying this.
T leaned over and asked Sassie if she was OK and if he could give her a little sting. She nodded, but to us standing behind her, we couldn't tell if it was a yes or a no. T asked again and Sassie said yes. He began to spin the flogger again. This time he was taking careful aim at the small protrusion of the spanking bench sticking out between Sassie's legs. He was letting the flogger hit the bench. He gave one sharp yank and the flogger made a loud crack as it hit the bench, not Sassie. She was startled and sat up like a shot. T looked at me and said I didn't hit her... I hit the bench. C had been sitting in the audience and ran down to the floor. She asked loudly "Is he hurting her?" Sassie said that he had not hit her that it was the bench and that she was startled, not hurt.
T began again to let the flogger touch Sassie's bottom. Suddenly there was an arm between T and me. A new flogger was being offered to T. I firmly grabbed the arm and said NO. I startled the guy, who was (in his own mind, innocently) offering a different sensation for Sassie. He quickly backed away, even though he was a much larger than me, saying he was sorry, but I should feel how soft his flogger was. I guess it was harmless and I was just being overly cautious.
T popped the bench again... and again C ran to the floor asking if he was hurting Sassie. We assured her that he wasn't but she still kept a vigil at the side line. I liked that!! T was a gentleman, and really did want to show us both a good time. My distrust was unwarranted, but I will be no less cautious, even suspicious, should we ever do this again.
Sassie had really enjoyed the thrill. I had thoroughly enjoyed the moments. Its something we will never forget.
Sassie and I invited G and C to join us for a drink and a spank. After all it was only about 1 AM. The night was still young (yeah, right!). We had an enjoyable conversation that lasted for hours.
Our conversation was interrupted by two spanking sessions. I had not spanked C at all, nor had G spanked Sassie. C and I began a role play session with her in the corner being scolded for an incident at the mall. Eventually she was over my lap. I was seated in a chair at the foot of the bed. C was across my lap with her toes on the floor and her body comfortably lying on the bed.
When I pulled her panties down (yes, she, too, was wearing a thong, so don't get any ideas!) I saw a very red and bruised bottom. I had planned to hand spank, but I couldn't when I saw the condition of her cheeks. I decided on my belt. I could use it for sting rather than flesh-compressing spanks. After about 40 light, stingy belt strokes, I just couldn't resist a little palm to bottom contact. I used the rapid, feels-like-there's-a-campfire-on-my-cheeks strokes... not hard, but many light strokes in a small area. It creates a burning sensation that differs somewhat from sting and thud. C told me she liked the different sensations. She had only ever been paddled or hand spanked. The belt was new as were the campfire strokes.
Meanwhile... across the room... Sassie was receiving an over the lap spanking from G. He was sitting on the sofa with Sassie comfortably positioned. I could hear the loud popping sound of his modified ping-pong paddle. Sassie was enjoying his unique method of spanking, too.
G gave us his ping-pong paddle because we liked its sound so much. (In fact, now that I am thinking about this, there was a small gathering where we had a show-n-tell session of paddles and other implements. A fellow spanker, E, who was a tree surgeon had made quite a few paddles from one of the trees he took down. He gave us, each, two oak paddles: one round and one oblong and well finished.) We had given a cupped rubber spatula to C earlier after he saw one being used by Auntie.
We continued talking after the spankings. Our discussion ranged from things-spanking to real life recollections. It was getting late, but since C had never had an erotic spanking I didn't want her to leave without the experience (the thong! remember?)
I led C to the bed and positioned her comfortably with two pillows under her hips so her bottom was slightly raised. I told her that she was about to get a 'good girl' spanking and that it would not hurt.
I began with the flogger. Instead of spanking (or flogging) I held the handle in such a way and at such a distance that the leather tails would pile slightly on her bottom. Its like many fingers caressing all at once. I did this from all angles as I walked around the bed. G was watching and was eager to try so I handed the flogger to him. He continued the piling-technique for a little while then began to trail the leather up from her ankles to her cheeks. C couldn't believe the sensations. Little did she know the best was yet to co
me. (hey!! don't get any ideas. the thong never left the valley!!)
I fetched two brushes for G to use next. One was a stiff-bristled veggie brush and the other was a long bristle bottle brush. He began to run the bottle brush up the back of her legs and over her cheeks. That's when the mmmmmmmmms and ooooooooooos began. It was a delight to see C experiencing these sensations. At one point she said she would like all of her spankings early in the day so that she could have "this" all night long.
The veggie brush became a lethal weapon. G used it with movements that clearly showed his adoration for C's body, and he was becoming equally excited as C. At one point C parted her legs just far enough for G to reach the inside of her thighs with the veggie brush. Her modesty was never compromised because of her thong. (darn... no, just kidding). G was really enjoying C's reaction to his attentions. It was fantastic to see. She would clench her muscles (we all know which ones - wink) as the brush tingled her skin. Her moans and sighs told us all how much she was enjoying the "good girl spanking".
It was nearing 5 AM when her spanking ended. We had a refreshing drink of grapefruit juice and stood out in the early morning air as the sun was brightening the sky. It was a magnificent morning. We would only get a few hours sleep before brunch, but the new friendships and events of the evening far outweighed the lack of sleep. C and G walked toward their chalet as the birds sang in the fullness of daylight.