After great sex, everything seems sharper, more alive. We locked our gaze; sometimes he seems to look into my soul. Slowly, I unlocked my legs from around his waist. He withdrew just as slowly. I gave a satisfied sigh and stretched my legs towards the ceiling,admiring the sheen silk stockings gave. I had just been soundly spanked and fucked. My bottom was sore and I was in a special hotel with a special someone. I was happy. I stretched my perfect legs. I wiggled my perfect toes. I imagined the picture I was presenting to the room of my my perfect, reddened ass. Then a stinging slap, across both cheeks, brought me back to the present.
'I'm hungry. Let's see what the restaurant's like.'
Typical male, always thinking of himself. In a fluid, graceful movement I slid from the bed.
'I need a shower first.' I turned, surveyed myself in the mirror. My bottom was a mass of red.
'Look at that! You're a beast! Who would have thought these little hotel slippers would pack such a sting?'
I picked up the slipper that had been used on me. The wide leather sole was soft, but thick. As it was new it was slightly stippled, rougher than the smooth sole of the old leather one at home which was my personal favourite. And inside it, giving it some extra weight, was tucked another slipper, smaller and dusky pink. That crafty sod!
Jeff was standing over the case, sorting through his clothes. He was bending over slightly. Slowly, silently, I took up position, took aim, drew my arm back, and let fly. The crack must have been audible in the square outside. He jumped at least a foot and clutched his backside.
He turned, saw the slipper in my hand. 'You saw my little experiment then?' He rubbed his rear and smiled. 'Works, doesn't it? In my defence, I had to do something, after you left our usual toys at home.'
I extricated my slipper. 'I'm going for a shower. Why don't you have a look in the chest of drawers while I'm gone.'
I emerged, pink and fresh, and surveyed myself in the mirrors. My bottom was still noticeably pinker than the rest of me. The pain wasn't going to dissipate any time soon either. I chose dark stockings and a tight red dress, ridiculously short, and wriggled into it. The tightness of the material would keep the burn going that bit longer.
In the bedroom, it was clear Jeff had been busy. the contents of the chest of drawers were arranged on the bed. A range of short leather paddles, a brace of wooden ones, a couple of short, whippy riding crops. The cane drawer was open, and he was swishing one of the thinner ones round, making the most delightful sound. I reached into the dark recesses of the drawer, found the birch. Ryan didn't notice me until I spoke. 'Having fun? He turned towards me. His cock, I was glad to see, was reacting favourably to my appearance, or perhaps to the toys he'd found. 'You look fantastic. But just what sort of hotel is this?' He could be a bit slow on the uptake at times.
'A special one. For that special occasion, like your birthday. And as it's a special occasion..' I smacked the birch against my leg, and winced. Bad idea.'We've never used one of these before, always wanted to. Giving and receiving.' I looked at Jeff steadily.
'But I'm hungry.' He did look hungry, and a little nervous.
'This won't take long. Just six for the moment. Usual rules, you get up I start again.' I moved him into the centre of the room. 'Turn around.' He did as he was told. 'Now touch those toes.' Meek as a lamb, over he went. I made sure he was positioned for maximum coverage from the camera behind the mirror. His smooth, unmarked behind was a wonder to behold. Muscled and inviting. A single step, and the birch rods swished through the air, made contact with a swoosh, right across both cheeks. I inspected the damage. A pattern of white lines, quickly turning to red. His eyes shut tight, teeth clenched, Jeff had stayed down, hadn't made a sound. I would have to try harder. I took position, measured the rods against his backside.
Swish! A grunt as the rods bit home.
Swish! 'Aaah' His backslde was patterned with white marks from the birch rods, that turned a nice shade of red. Time to finish him off.
Swish! Swish! Swish! The birch burned its pattern across his behind. Each blow was harder than the last. At the sixth he leapt to his feet, hands clutching his burning rear. His cock was standing proud, but no way was I going to get changed again before dinner.
'Jesus, I won't be able to sit down for a week! And now, perhaps you'd be good enough to bend over the back of that chair?'
'Time for that later, lover boy. We're late for our table in the restaurant. And I think they're pretty strict here. So get yourself showered and dressed, pronto!' I emphasised this last point with a quick whack of the birch across his rear. He yelped and practically ran from the room. I turned to the mirror and took a bow.
When we reached the restaurant ten minutes later Rayanne showed us to or table. 'We kept your table for you, as you were clearly busy,' she said, with a slight smile. I gave her a sharp look as I sat down, which was spoiled slightly with my wince as my still smarting bottom made contact with the hard chair. 'These chairs are a bit hard,' complained Ryan. Sally gave him a wide smile.
'Would you like a cushion, sir?'
He blushed slightly, shook his head. 'No, I'll be fine.' I clocked the couples at the nearest tables giving each other knowing smiles.
I watched Rayanne's rounded, pert bottom moving under her tight skirt as she moved away. How I would love to use the birch on that behind. I looked across at Jeff. 'Put these eyes back in their sockets. Remember that birch is waiting up there.' He gulped and looked guilty. A young woman at a neighbouring table gave me a smile, held her glass up in a mock salute.
Perfect Ass Rayanne reappeared with menus and the wine list. 'I can recommend the steak tonight, and we have a very nice Rioja that would complement it perfectly,' she said. She hesitated. 'I could also make a further recommendation, madame, if it wouldn't seem impertinent. Nothing to do with the food.'
I was interested. What could she mean? 'Please.'
She leaned in close. 'When using the birch, it's best to use half a dozen or so short, quick strokes covering the entire target before the, ah, main course, so to speak. Warms the subject up nicely, and enhances the effect.'
I was quiet for a beat, absorbing the full meaning behind what she had just said. She was an aficionado herself, which wasn't surprising given where she worked, and she had been watching our room cam.