I was woken by a steady pressure on my arm, pulling it gently upwards, above my head. I tried to turn, found I couldn't. As consciousness returned I realised I was face down on the edge of the mattress, both arms pulled above my head, secured by a single cuff and cord to a bedpost. My legs were likewise held together, attached to the post at the foot of the bed.
'Good morning Princess,' came a voice I knew well. 'How was your slumber? You certainly slept soundly. I've been waiting here for a while. I was just about to wake you by other means.' I managed turn my head, and saw a male torso and an erect cock that I knew well.
'Morning glory,' I said. 'How nice to see you. Now if you'll just untie me I'll be able to get to grips with you properly.'
A throaty chuckle. 'Good try. Last night I was helpless on that bed. Now it's your turn.'
The words brought a flutter to my stomach, and I felt a familiar tingle of anticipation in another part of my anatomy. No, make that two parts. My bottom was exposed, and vulnerable. A picture jumped into my mind, of the view from the room cam. I hoped it didn't make my bum look too big. The image was shattered by a loud thwack and a sharp pain in that same exposed part of my body. I gasped and twisted to see a flexible leather paddle flashing upwards.
Crack! It laid a path of fire across both globes. I gulped a lungful of air, to let it out in a cry as, with another Crack!, the leather flashed across my backside in a hard, stinglng blow.
Crack! Crack! Crack! I was twisting, turning my hips, not to escape the blows, but because I knew it enhanced the feeling, made me even more aroused. I also had a mind to the hidden camera: I wanted to put on a show.
Crack! Crack! the length of smooth, thick leather was whipping across my backside, not giving me time to react, becoming an all-encompassing single act, a true leathering, the kind I had been on the end of as a young girl when my mother had been particularly angry with my behaviour. I had hated it then; I welcomed it, craved it, now. I concentrated on the pain, embraced it. I felt the burn on the inside too, felt it build. Our morning spankings were normally over fairly quickly, and gave me no more than a mild tingling throughout the day; this one was different: longer and harder, not that I minded. I love Jeff, but sometimes I wish he would be a bit more assertive in his spanking. I wondered if he had been watching some television this morning.
With a final brace of extra hard blows from the paddle my punishment stopped and I felt the bonds being slipped off my ankles. I was roughly turned around, and manoevered so that I was lying at an angle across the bed. I cried out with pain, as my punished backside made contact with the sheet. I writhed, opened my legs as wide as they would go and angled my hips shamelessly as I felt the mattress take the weight of another body, to make myself more easily available to what I wanted: Jeff's engorged cock.
I moaned with pleasure as I felt the fullness of his manhood slide into me. My backside stung deliciously against the mattress, as he pressed downwards, and I pushed upwards in an instinctive reaction. Jeff supported himself on his arms as he slowly withdrew to the tip and slid back in, filling me. His thrusts gradually picked up speed. Soon his hips were slamming into me and I was writhing and twisting beneath him. I cried out with pleasure, pain, ecstacy. The restraints on my arms enhanced the feeling, the helplessness of my position. It meant I could abandon myself completely to the sensation of being being taken completely, being fucked hard, totally under Jeff's control
I soon felt that familiar feeling build inside me, and my upward thrusts became more urgent, more forceful. Jeff's thrusts became shorter, more staccato, and His eyes screwed shut as he started to come. As soon as I felt his cock thicken I allowed my own orgasm to overwhelm me. I came in wave after wave of white heat as he pumped the warm life force deep into me.
We lay together, breathing heavily, for a few minutes. I managed to angle my neck enough to make contact with Jeff's lips and we shared a long, lingering kiss. I broke first, and surveyed my lover.
'Well, that was some good morning. Not that I'm complaining. It was fantastic. Worth the cost of this hotel all on its own.'
Jeff bounded to his feet, undid my wrists. 'It's the most fantastic place!' I hadn't seen him this enthusiastic since I introduced him to my old slipper, all these years ago. 'Have you seen the rooms they've got downstairs? I can't wait to try them out with you.' His face fell. 'But I have to leave you for a couple of hours. My mum texted me. She wants to buy me a coffee, in town, give me my present. I couldn't say no, it is my birthday after all.'
He looked so crestfallen I had to laugh. 'Don't worry about me. They have a pool here. I'll get some wholesome exercise and indulge myself in some luxury. Now, let's get some breakfast. For some reason I'm starving.'
The chairs in the dining room seemed to have got harder during the night. I only just stopped myself whimpering when I sat down. I was wearing jeans and a plain t-shirt. The jeans were, I reflected, a bad choice. Too tight by half. Half of the other tables were occupied, and by the amount of uncomfortable squirming going on I wasn't the only one to have been treated to a wake-up spanking. The staff on duty were new to me, and something was missing. After a few minutes I worked out what it was: Rayanne.
Jeff chatted away like the excitable puppy that he still was, about what we would be getting up to later that day. I half-listened, thinking about what I was going to do for the rest of the morning. When he kissed me and bounded out of the door I made my solitary way back to the room. It was nice, I reflected, as I stood in the opulence, to have a bit of peace. I perched on the end of the bed, only wincing slightly, and flicked through the in-house entertainment. Something interesting was happening in a couple of rooms, but the attraction of voyeurism, I realised, palls after a while.
I decided to get some proper exercise. I'd bought a new swimsuit specially, a bikini in a paisley pattern that I loved. It was one of these that has little ties at the sides of the bikini bottoms. If I could wear it anywhere it was here, I reasoned. I suspected that there wouldn't be too many one piece swimsuits worn in the pool of the Hotel Rouge.
I tied the ties, clipped the top and posed in front of the mirror. It felt good. My body, toned in the gym and by lots of walking and cycling, looked good. I turned, surveyed myself from the rear. The bikini bottom didn't come close to covering the effects of this morning's leathering. I smiled. That looked good too.
On with the bathrobe and down I went. The lift took me to the basement, and I headed through a door with a little diver on it. A row of doors to the right just had numbers. I knew what was behind each one, and looked forward to choosing one with Jeff later today.
The young man behind the low counter gave me a towel and a swim hat, which, it turned out, was obligatory. The pool was empty, and I wasted no time in slipping into the cool velvet water. The pool was a kind of elongated kidney shape, with little openings off the sides, into small, more intimate mini-pools or steps leading directly to numbered doors. The same numbers, I realised, as the doors in the hallway.
I had completed a couple of lengths when I heard a door open and the padding of bare feet. I knew this had to be too good to last. I turned at the end of the pool and draped my arms over the side rail. I saw a very shapely female with her back to me. Young, lithe, wearing a sports bikini with swim shorts, to my mind the least attractive swimwear going; on her it looked sexy. I admired the way her muscles moved under the lycra. Her bottom was rounded, full. Just like - she finished tucking her hair into her bathing cap and turned. It was Rayanne. She gave me a wave and dived gracefully into the water. A few powerful strokes and she was beside me.
'I like to have a few lengths on my mornings off,' she said. 'Keeps me toned.'
'Doesn't look as if you need to do much to keep that body toned. So you live in the hotel then?'
'I have room on the top floor. I've been here nearly a year. I love it.' She lay back in the water, raised a shapely leg. 'Everything about it.' She lowered her leg, turned her head to look right at me. 'But then who wouldn't?' She kicked off from the side and made her way, using a relaxed backstroke, down the pool. I watched her progress; her pelvis and breasts were right on the waterline, and her legs, when they broke the surface, were smoothly muscled.
I kicked off and followed, using powerful strokes to catch her up. She was waiting at the other end.
'I like your bikini,' she said. 'Looks new. Bought for the occasion?'
I thought for a heartbeat. 'It is. Did you see me posing in it on my roomcam?' I smiled. 'I wanted to see how it looked.'
She gave me quite the most lascivious smile. 'No need to apologise. Your roomcam is the one of the moment. You and Jeff are quite the celebs of the Rouge. I'm just glad I've got you all to myself for the moment.'
I felt my pulse quicken. 'Why? What do you want to do with me?' My voice sounded a bit huskier than usual.
She paused for a heartbeat, her green eyes looking directly into mine. 'How would you like to see in one of the special rooms? She nodded towards the numbered doors. 'Number 4 is free. And.' she leant in, took my hand under the water, 'I've got the key.'
I followed her up a flight of steps and out of the pool, eyes glued to the rotation of that rounded ass. I stood dripping as Rayanne folded back her towel to reveal an oversized metal key.
Towel in hand, she padded to door number 4, turned the lock, pushed the handle, stood back and I went in. The room was square and contained a long, low couch, an inverted y-shaped contraption that was at least two metres tall and a solid looking wooden table. Uplighters on the walls and tightly focussed spots created an atmosphere that was intimate and dark. I felt the tension between us as I heard the big lock turn behind me.
Rayanne walked to the centre of the room and took off her bathing cap. Her hair, normally tied back in a severe ponytail, tumbled out. She was naturally pale, and the dark, luscious hair that now framed her face made her seem almost ephemeral. She walked over and lifted the bathing cap off my head. Our faces were about six inches apart. Her eyes looked into mine with a direct, unflinching gaze. For a second I thought she was going to kiss me. For the next five seconds I thought I was going to kiss her.
She broke the spell, picked up her towel. 'Before we begin, let's dry you off. Wouldn't want a guest catching cold.' I felt the thick towel on my shoulders. She moved around me, and smoothed the towel across my skin, down my arms, to my breasts. I took in a long, shuddering breath, held her hand to stop her, reached back and unclipped the catch on my bikini top. I closed my eyes as I felt my breasts being caressed, slowly and sensuously. I could feel Rayanne's quickening breath on my bare skin as my breasts became fuller, as my nipples hardened. The towel circled my torso, and I felt the ties on my bikini bottoms being slowly pulled. The wet material peeled from my skin. I heard a slight intake of breath behind me, and I felt the thick material wrapping round my hips, being smoothed over my bottom. Then Rayanne was kneeling in front In front of me. She applied the towel to my thighs, wiping slowly inwards, and upwards. I groaned and shifted, opening my legs slightly. I placed a hand on her head, to steady myself perhaps, or to hold her there? I honestly don't know.