Hyacinth felt rightfully proud of her performance in the spanking review and looked at the small screen of her laptop watching her very own legs kicking as she took it on the bare over the knees of the handsome workman with the large calloused hands. She made a note to herself to watch the sweets because her cheeks were jiggling a bit too loosely at the end. Still, it was very inspiring television and she saw great possibilities for the inclusion of a “real people” late evening series featuring different localities and dedicated domestic discipline followers.
Her pretty arse was still tingling from the session but she had learned a valuable lesson about insuring skin to skin contact underneath so she could feel the spurts of the lad’s enthusiastic juices when she wiggled her quim on his cock. It was a trifle messy but she would not have changed it for the world and was waiting to repeat the performance as soon as possible.
Her two new best friends, Geraldine and Fifi joined her for coffee in the lounge and they exchanged “war stories” about their spanking efforts. Since Fifi’s spouse was a man of the cloth, they were careful to keep their voices lowered in order to dispel any suspicions about his religious character.
Fifi, the French housewife confided in Hyacinth that her husband, the Reverend Horatio Higgins was most desirous of testing the resolve of Hyacinth’s luscious bottom in the sanctity of their humble abode. Hyacinth was a little surprised because she was so geared to the public sessions in front of an appreciative audience. Geraldine told her it would be “good for you” to get the holy man’s benediction of the bottom in private because he was quite unrestricted in his actions in private. She told Hyacinth that she had taken it from him several times and never failed to have multiple orgasms each and every time. Apparently, her husband Dexter diddled the amorous Fifi with total abandon as they watched the normally placid Geraldine being driven into a state of frenzy by the devious Horatio. They all giggled as Fifi provoked the submissive Geraldine about her husband’s preference for anal copulation.
Hyacinth almost pissed herself laughing as she slid dangerously close to the edge of her seat. Then, she realized the wetness was for a different reason between her legs. She hoped her scent of arousal was not too obvious to the two other women because she did not want to appear too eager.
She asked them if it would be possible to film the session and would cover the face of the reverend with a mask that she used to disguise her identity at the speed fuck sessions at a club she joined just recently.
They all happily agreed and made plans to have a spanking party the following night.
Fifi and her husband Horatio brought them all down to the soundproof basement recreation room with the different “toys” of spanking delights. Hyacinth was especially drawn to the leather spanking “horse” with the strap bracelets for the wrists and ankles at each end. It was designed to push the derriere up high in a perfect spanking angle for the most effective result on willing bottoms.
The reverend saw her looking at the beautifully rounded leather toy waiting to be encircled by fresh female flesh. She noticed a little adjustable “horn” located near the placement of a pussy mound and correctly surmised that it would be a little trigger to help induce female orgasms. Her clitoris started to tremble in anticipation of wrapping her eager legs around the toy and waiting for Horatio’s pleasure.
It was only a short while later that she had the opportunity to test out the equipment. She had stripped down to her French undies which included a flimsy wisp of a thong and a demi bra. She squeezed the leather horse with enthusiastic agility and wondered how many female residents of upper “Behind-Closed-Doors” had been put through their paces on the unique instrument of spanking excellence.
From the corner of her eye she saw both Fifi and Geraldine being diddled by the ever horny Dexter as they watched her adjusting to the bulk and feel of the spanking horse. Horatio leaned over and tightened the straps on her ankles and wrists telling her,
“These are only for safety, my dear, wouldn’t want you falling off and bruising your lovely skin, now, would we?”
He trailed his fingers across her round buttocks and paused ever so briefly on the cord of her thong following the line straight down between her legs until his fingers rested lightly on her pulsating slit. She was suddenly mortified because she was certain the reverend would detect the wetness seeping through the fabric with sticky inevitability. Then, he hooked his fingers in her thong and pulled it up making the material dig into her female opening with devastating waves of pleasure.
Hyacinth started to hump the horse like a frenzied bitch in heat losing all sense of decorum and measured dignity. The others laughed at her predicament.
“I am going to start you off this evening with a mid-level hand spanking, my dear. We will then introduce you to both the belt and the riding crop. Do not be concerned, I am always careful not to raise marks on my subjects but you probably won’t be able to sit properly for a couple of days.”
Her heart started to beat faster and the sensation of wetness between her legs was accentuated by the words.
When Horatio began the steady tattoo on her rump, Hyacinth looked straight ahead into the camera and the tears she shed were not in the least feigned and her sobs were truly heart-felt. The reverend was a skilled master of the spanking experience and he knew just when to strike harder and how to find those juicy little places that were desperately hoping to avoid his attentions.
It was the little pauses that started to push Hyacinth into a shameful orgasm in front of the other spectators. Each time he gave her a little break, Horatio used the opportunity to push his fingers into her pretty pucker hole and down deep into her vagina testing the simmering liquids just inside her pussy lips like a puddle of female passion needing to be stirred.
Toward the end of her hand spanking, Hyacinth went into an obvious orgasm much to the delight of Geraldine and Fifi. They were taking turns sucking the happy-faced Dexter but paused to watch her shuddering convulsions wrapped around the leather horse. The leather was slick with her juices now and her arse cheeks were moving to a tune unheard by human ear. The reverend waited for her to recover before beginning the belt activities.
The whistling sound of the belt descending onto Hyacinth’s rear end and legs was terribly exciting. She knew the blow was coming and her skin retreated just a fraction in anticipation of contact. Before that session was finished, she had at least two more orgasms because the falling belt often hit the spots that made her clitoris tremble like a schoolgirl in a haunted house.
Several welts were visible both on her lush buttocks and the back of her legs just below, despite the reverend’s promise not to leave any traces of her spanking. She would have to be careful not to wear anything tight for the next couple of days.
Hyacinth relaxed her burning bum feeling her juices trickle down the sides of the spanking horse. There were two cameras working. One was fixed head on looking straight into her eyes as she took the spanking session and the other was behind and slightly above her glorious backside wrapped around the leather horse. She was wide open with her labia fully visible to the viewers. Her ankles were securely strapped to the belly of the leather beast and her every motion was recorded in great detail.
She could see that Dexter had mounted his wife Geraldine from behind and that the hot-blooded woman had her head buried in Fifi’s closely shaven snatch. She had leaned forward slightly and was able to get her fingers into Dexter’s thrusting bum making him even more agitated in his doggy style activities.
Hyacinth watched Geraldine shake her bottom in every direction trying to either throw her husband off her bottom or to get him in deeper. It was difficult to determine her motivation but the subsequent orgasm left no doubt as to her purpose.
In the very next instant, she was back in her own situation because the talented Horatio had moved into his final phase of spanking routines with the expert flicking of the riding crop on particularly sensitive parts of her posterior anatomy.
It was the placement of the riding crop on her protruding clitoris that induced the humiliated Hyacinth to spray the rear camera lens with her female juices in uncontrollable spurts of sheer delight. The vociferous sound track accompaniment was definitely award-winning stuff.
She went a little limp after that on top of the leather horse and Horatio decided to conclude the session on a high note. It was probably a good move because Hyacinth appeared to have lost all touch with reality for a few moments right after her shameful display of kinky passion in front of her four new friends and the two cameras.
The next day Hyacinth stayed in her room all day constantly editing and insuring continuity in her video presentation for the broadcasting review board. She was a little concerned about the head shots showing her face contorted with tears thinking it was a bit too harsh. To soften it up a bit, she added some cutaway shots to people laughing, throwing darts and making funny remarks. It made her spanking drama more sustainable and easier to watch.
To make the spanking elements found in even the most benign of settings, she added a lot of shots of the females in the village walking on the street doing innocent things like shopping and bringing their children to school. It was easy to do even from a distance because of the great telephoto lens on her video camera. She tried to get shots of both young and older females alike but with the emphasis on those with tight skirts or dresses that left no doubt to the shape and appeal of their “normal” small town bottoms. Some of the shots actually caught the women bending over presenting their heart-shaped bottoms for viewer pleasure.
She was careful to edit out any shots of their faces so she did not have to be bothered with obtaining permission forms from the subjects.
At teatime, her new friends asked if she would be available for another session the next evening. Hyacinth had to decline politely because she was already ticketed on transport to the city in order to present her new concept for approval. They could see how excited she was and all they did was to go up to Geraldine’s room and both she and Geraldine took turns spanking the demanding Fifi’s bottom with a long paddle that was decorated with little kittens and pink flowers. Soon Fifi’s hind-quarters were an even deeper shade of pink than the paddle and she was purring with indolent delight.
When the paddling became quite forceful, poor Fifi was forced to start shouting out terrible dirty words in the French language. Hyacinth understood some of it and it made her blush like a virgin schoolgirl, but Geraldine did not understand a single word and just kept whacking away with a determined swing of her strong arm.
At one point, Geraldine yanked Fifi’s knickers off her ankles so she could spread her legs a little wider to allow the paddle to reach part of the skin on her pure white crack. It was the most sensitive area and Fifi jerked about like a scalded cat each time she was tended to in that area.
Hyacinth soothed Fifi’s bottom with her gentle hands. She could feel the heat coming off her skin. The silly girl kept pushing her cheeks up to meet her fingers as if needing the gentle touch to trigger her passion. Hyacinth allowed her fingers to stray to the girl’s pucker hole and rimmed it with her middle finger. It quivered and then opened up for her like a lover opening up her arms and welcoming a new friend to the inner circle. Unable to stop herself, Hyacinth pushed her finger inside and was rewarded with Fifi’s gasp of surrender. The combination of Geraldine’s harsh spanking and Hyacinth’s gentle finger took her to the edge of orgasm and beyond as she made no effort to hide her full and complete satisfaction.
Hyacinth rode the train back to the city with an anxious feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wanted the “high-ups” to accept her new concept but she was desperately afraid to stumble and lose whatever traction she had in the programming department.
She decided she would call the new show,
“Domestic Discipline Exposed in the Midlands”
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